New friends have their roles exchanged
[Friendships acknowledged]
My husband and I grabbed a rare weekend away. Ideally, this would become more regular again now that our daughter is in high school and capable of staying home alone. One activity we enjoyed during our early dating was hiking and camping. We used to do wilderness backpacking but for this weekend we chose a state park with a wonderfully romantic Inn.
We drove down Thursday after work and had a pleasant evening together in the Inn. We always had a strong connection, yet as expected, alone time has not always been a priority in recent years. Even with only one child our commitments often consume our energies. Our marriage remained strong even after the affection waned with competing interests.
But tonight was tender and intense. Mike, who is always exhausted after a long week, showed a good willingness to relax and focus. Our sex is typically nothing special and is quite routine. He gives me a backrub, I touch him until he is aroused, and we fuck for ten minutes until he comes. It may not be adventurous but I do enjoy it. I hope with more time together like this weekend, we might explore more adventure and break some of our routines. I wish it wasn’t my role to push us sexually but at least Mike is amenable. It isn’t that he doesn’t enjoy sex. It’s just that he is more content than I with a few routine times a month.
We showered in the morning with flirting that didn’t lead to sex. Nothing unusual as we were excited to get outdoors and explore the park. This location had trails in every direction with several large waterfalls and rock formations. We headed out for a morning hike.
Instead of packing food, we relied on the restaurant at the Inn for lunch. It was this first lunch that we met our new friends; Brad and Valerie. They exited the trail just behind us and we saw them go up to their room on our floor. We cleaned up briefly then headed down to the cafeteria. It was there that we ran into Brad and Valerie at the entrance.
“Good morning, did you two have a nice hike?”, Brad energetically greeted us. “We kept seeing you on the trails ahead of us this morning. Not that we were spying.” Brad seemed like a joker and quite gregarious.
“Oh, we saw you exit the trails just behind us but didn’t see anyone else all morning. Hope we didn’t slow you up? We probably seemed to meander a bit as we were enjoying the incredible scenery” I typically engage strangers during introductions as Mike is somewhat reserved when first meeting people.
Brad further introduced himself and Val, assuring us the hiking proximity didn’t hinder their experience.
After the normal pleasantries and introductions, Brad took the initiative and asked us to join them for lunch. Like us, they had no set plans this weekend and their agenda was quite fluid. Brad was very comfortable meeting new people. Their relationship seemed so similar to us. Mike isn’t necessarily that romantic and has appreciated me guiding our social life. I was sure he didn’t really expect a private lunch today.
Brad looked at Valerie for tacit approval as we accepted the offer. I shared our excitement as it is seldom for us to get away and spend time with other adults.
And with that, we had lunch with new friends. Over lunch we discovered the similarities extended broader. Brad and Valerie also have one daughter in high school. As I suspected, Brad is outgoing while Valerie is more reserved. For the most part, Brad and I dominated the conversation with Mike and Valerie responding to questions when engaged.
“I love these parks”, Brad commented at the end of lunch. “We used to come here often so this is like a return to our single days. We were planning to explore the west trails this afternoon. If you two don’t have other plans would you be interested in joining us?”
Mike surprisingly accepted the offer before I could. It was an unusual engagement for him. I wasn’t sure if he was afraid of an afternoon with just me or if he enjoyed the lunch conversation that much.
I saw Valeria smile. She was cute. She had a natural beauty that seemed hidden behind a quiet veneer. I personally run and work out as much as possible but Valerie looked like she was at risk of letting herself go. I attributed this to a difference in personality. While I tended to get outdoors for exercise and socialization, Valerie admitted she tended to be an inside book person.
For the early afternoon we walked as couples and stopped frequently to take pictures. Val considered herself to be an avid photographer. It changed our pace a bit as she was contemplative when taking pictures. Brad on the other hand was more about living in the moment. He demonstrated comfort in enjoying the present and letting the experiences develop, while Val seemed to hold onto moments with her pictures.
Mike understood Val. “I am very much the same way”, Mike affirmed. I have never tried to hold Emily back as she just dives into new experiences. It would be like tugging the reins of a young filly if I ever tried.” Val affirmed Mike’s understanding of our dynamics. She shared how long it took them to find a balance in their personalities.
Mike and Valerie kept up a conversation which was quite rare for Mike. Brad and I, as expected, were just talking and sharing in-depth. Eventually the walking situation with Mike and me upfront was noticeably a problem so we naturally adjusted our pattern with Valerie moving upfront with Mike while I moved to the back with Brad. It seemed best to let Mike and Valerie control the speed since they were the ones to keep stopping and looking; always staying on the path. Brad and I were jumping from conversation to conversation with a natural energetic rhythm. We were constantly leaving the path to see some new view and to avoid standing and waiting for Mike and Valerie.
We all commented on how much fun this was and how well we were all matched. Brad made the first observation. “It’s almost like we swapped hiking partners”. We all laughed both at the topic of swapping and at the accuracy of the observation. The afternoon was extremely fun.
That night Mike was driven in bed. Something about that day sparked him. The normal backrub included way more foreplay and unique touching. And while the sex wasn’t any longer, he thrust with a new sense of energy. I reciprocated with more head and touching as a reward. I welcomed any opportunity to encourage Mike in longer sex; or at least creativity.
We had already made arrangements to hike with Brad and Val again on Friday. Our structure followed the same pattern: Brad and I explored side trails while Mike and Val stopped at every interesting plant and flower. I have never been bored with Mike, as we continue to enjoy each other in every stage of life. Yet I enjoyed Brad’s energy as a hiking partner. As one that enjoys meeting new people, I am well aware of new relationship energy. That emotional intelligence keeps me grounded in Mike. Yet I also know that I am happier when developing new relationships and felt no reservation for Brad’s enthusiasm.
Today we all brought lunches and chose longer trails. We stopped on a high rock cluster overlooking the valley below. I sat next to Mike, holding his hand in affection. Yet there were essentially two different conversations taking place. Brad and I couldn’t stop teasing each other. His laugh was contagious. Val seemed to relish the peacefulness of Mike as they seemed to be pleased with their more reserved relationship.
After lunch, we hiked down into a wooded bowl and found the most amazing pristine lake. The trails were quiet, possibly as most hikers avoided the afternoon heat. In hindsight, this private setting, and our new couple arrangements, encouraged somewhat risque decisions on my part.
The heat was intense and I always enjoyed lake swimming. Brad encouraged us to all swim but Val and Mike didn’t want to get their clothes wet. Mike and I are not extremely shy and often skinny dip together, but that behaviour just didn’t seem appropriate with a new couple friendship developing in one day. Yet Brad and I simultaneously agreed to go swimming while Mike and Val sat on the shore. I probably pushed the limits some by choosing to remove my clothing down to panties and a sports bra. I knew Mike wouldn’t object to that level of freedom. My declaration, and quick shunning of the top layer of clothing, gave Brad the opening to disrobe down to his underwear as well. We jumped into the water before contemplation could transition to objection, and swam out away from shore.
It was glorious and seemed fully appropriate. The sun was hot. The water was warm. Brad was adequately in shape. In reality, Mike was way more attractive from my perspective. But there is always something appealing about confidence; which Brad exuded. We swam together freely with our bodies periodically bumping when we got too close. We ended up near the shore slightly away from Mike and Val which allowed us to stand and explore the water for life. Once we both attempted to grab the same frogs only to get our hands intertwined. We held hands for more than a few moments, totally naturally, while we continued our ongoing conversation. It was very innocent and intimate, except maybe our visual enjoyment of each other standing in wet underwear.
Eventually, we swam back to Mike and Val who had walked up the trail for some unknown interest. As I exited the water it became quite apparent, both our undergarments left nothing to the imagination once wet. My panties and his shorts were nearly see-through. My sports bra was fine visually, but it was smaller than I remembered, leaving my torso and breasts quite exposed. Brad made no mention of this situation as he tried to politely get dressed without gawking, although he failed miserably and couldn’t keep from repeated glances of my body. I struggled to pull on my shirt over my wet skin. As we were essentially alone, Brad approached me and attempted to help pull down my shirt. There were two results from this action. First, his hands got a fairly good touch of my skin, including the sides of my sports bra. I didn’t mind the touch and could have enjoyed the lingering further. The second was that he became somewhat aroused. His wet shorts now made his hiking shorts wet; with everything clinging to a growing bulge.
I smiled in a way not to cause him embarrassment. He in turn nodded in acknowledgment in a ‘what are you going to do’ sort of gesture. We walked up the trail to find our mates; I stayed in front of him giving as much cover as possible until he regained his composure. As far as we could tell no one else noticed either act.
[The discussion]
After the hike, Mike and I showered off the afternoon sweat. The shower was unusually hot between us. We still didn’t fuck but Mike gave me an amazing hand job. There is nothing hotter than a good finger banging in the shower. My knees buckled as he held me up. We kissed passionately as we dried off and lay bare on the bed to rest. I, still feeling internally excited, gave Mike a good long blow job. He first objected and said I didn’t need to reciprocate. I, for my part, was not doing this out of any obligation. I was still aroused from the titillating swim with Brad, even after my shower orgasm. Having a hard cock in my mouth allowed me to savor the buzz a bit longer.
Normally Mike tries to orgasm quickly from a blow job. I think he feels unsure about receiving one-sided sexual favors and I have not yet beat that tendency out of him. But today I was more directive. When I felt him try to finish, I pulled his cock out and held him. I also told him to intentionally wait as long as possible; overcoming his expected objection. When I felt he was ready I pushed his cock back into my mouth for more oral sensation. I edged him this way for a good 30 minutes before letting him come on my chest. The volume of his come was way more than normal; not surprising from the edging. What was unusual was him allowing me to control the blow job. I also fingered myself to climax at the same time.
Once I was cleaned up Mike opened the conversation. He was more aware than I expected that I was fantasizing while blowing him. He wasn’t at all concerned and unselfishly encouraged me to enjoy my sexual tension with Brad through the weekend. I was a bit shocked at how well formulated his thoughts were already. He was more aware of my own feelings than I was at this time.
For his part, Mike also acknowledged his enjoyment of Val. They didn’t seem to have any traditional sexual tension. Yet it was precisely their familiarity of personality that pleased him. We had already made dinner plans with Brad and Val, and I suggested we cancel to allow us to process what was going on. Mike challenged this suggestion, noting the weekend was going to be short, and whatever we both were experiencing could be discussed deeper once we returned home.
Dinner time was quickly approaching and we agreed to proceed as planned. Mike also suggested that just like lunch, we could each spend more time exploring the other person. The details weren’t worked out but we went forward as he verbalized.
[The open suggestions]
Brad and Val both showed up dressed beautifully. Apparently they always plan for formality on their Friday dinners at this Inn. Brad was seriously composed in a tight dress shirt. His slacks and shoes were fashionable. Beyond our hiking introductions, he was quite the looker when he cleaned up.
Val was equally put together. She was still a bit frumpy in her physical shape, but her dress was beautiful, complimented by exquisite jewelry. Mike and I were well dressed for a Park Inn, but not near to their level.
The conversations were split, just as Mike predicted. Brad and I were locked in conversation, both flirting with our eyes and non-verbal communications. Mike and Val were laughing at something silly. Watching them enjoy each other was thrilling. As the dinner proceeded, Val unmistakably made the most controversial observation and request. It was probably clear to anyone observing our interactions, but it took Val’s straightforward remarks to make the next move happen.
Val noted that she and Mike were interested in walking down to the horse stables after dinner. Brad dislikes equestrian facilities so she knew he had no interest. Val asked if she could have Mike for an evening walk leaving Brad and me together. Everyone agreed, which seemed to satisfy the reality of the evening. Then Val took it one more step.
“It is very clear that you two have a bit of energy between you. Mike and I discussed how we are feeling about you two, and surprisingly we are both very comfortable with acknowledging what is happening. I want to encourage you two to be free to explore your feelings further.”
That left a bit of a pause while everyone contemplated what she was implying. She continued to clarify, “that means you are free to be close, including touch. You both have permission this weekend to build your relationship however you want.”
The group’s silence wasn’t yet broken but it was no longer based on trying to understand Val’s intention. She was permitting me to get physically intimate with her husband.
I reached over for Mike’s hand as he affirmed this position. “I also see what is going on here. And yes, I’d like the same freedom to be natural with Val when we are alone. We certainly don’t have the exact same interest as you two are showing, but that isn’t the goal. The goal, or my desire, is for you and Brad to continue exploring each other; however that falls out.”
Brad wasn’t quite as surprised as I was, but he still measured his response. I asked Val for a walk to the women’s room for private discussion; which she accepted. Alone, Val explained more of her thinking. While we were swimming, Mike shared with Val our slight differences in sexual desires. Val has been dealing with the exact same scenarios with Brad. Both of them equally expressed a large absence of jealousy. Mike and Val had agreed to give each of their spouses a hall pass to improve the tensions at home. I never really thought of it as significant tension. Val did a great job explaining how it was more of a conflict for both of them trying not to disappoint their spouses.
Those two days were an unexpectedly positive experience so far. Our time together was limited. The physical proximity provided the opportunity. Each of the four individuals would have a familiar safe partner to share their feelings as they wanted. It was a lot to communicate in a very short conversation. Within ten minutes I was convinced to return to Mike, and possibly Brad.
As soon as we got to the table, Mike stood and approached me. He grabbed me in an embrace, kissed me passionately, and whispered ever so quiet as to not upset the otherwise public room. He simply said that I should please accept the offer. We should finish dinner, each assigned to the other spouse. I should spend the evening with Brad, and if I agreed, we could return to each other at breakfast. In my wildest interpretation, I was prepared to return to our room before midnight. When he mentioned breakfast the entire suggestion took on a whole new meaning. He told me to spend the night with another man that I only befriended the day before. Of course this meant he too would spend the night with his new female friend. There wasn’t a lot of time to absorb the entire request so we went forward with the plan.
[The swap]
I sat down next to Brad and continued dinner conversations. The only thing that changed at this point was our proximity to each other. Mike and Val moved closer and continued their discussions; every so often glancing at us and smiling. Brad equally moved close to me and allowed his arm to be behind me while we talked intimately. Before dessert, Val asked Mike to escort her to the horse stables for a night walk. She walked around the table to me, hugged me, and told me to take Brad out to the patio for the sunset. Her instructions were surprisingly direct.
I could have overthought the entire chain of events. The last hour was abrupt. It was also indicative of what was taking place over the last 48 hours. Then again it just felt natural; at least spending the evening with a new friend; including the freedom to be physically intimate. The overnight expectation was a bit beyond my comfort level but I chose to move forward until it felt wrong. I did think about my husband spending the night with Val. I wasn’t really jealous, nor concerned about our marriage. We were not overcoming significant conflicts in our relationship and were very secure with each other. It might have been self-deceiving in thinking he was unlikely to have sex anyway. But maybe, just maybe, the newness would bring him across that line. Thinking he might fuck Val was nearly exciting to me.
Brad gently took my arm while we walked out to the balcony for the sunset. He felt warm, was surprisingly strong and commanding, and it all felt wonderful. I focused on my breathing and relaxed into the experience in front of me.
Several couples were all standing outside for what must be a nightly ritual. Given the anonymity of the crowd, no one suspected Brad wasn’t my partner. Brad stood behind me with his arms encompassing my shoulders. I leaned back into his chest, wrapping my arms around his. We stood silently watching the transforming red sky above the treeline as I felt his breath on my neck. He pulled me in tighter giving me some indication of his physical arousal, no longer showing any signs of embarrassment. He was communicating his intentions with our physical closeness.
We stood like that for a significant amount of time. As the red sky dwindled and darkness settled in, most couples left the observation area leaving us alone. Brad continued to hold me tight while whispering in my ear his thoughts. He had no more warning of Val’s declaration than I. They too were considered to have a strong marriage. Yes, they did have some libido challenges, it had never been anything considered a problem. Val’s speech was only an hour old and Brad was already understanding the validity of her acknowledgment. Val had just given him the freedom to add something to his life, nothing that would take away from Val, just something new for him. Brad’s final words in my ear were that he intended to accept this freedom and pursue a very physical manifestation of our newfound friendship. As long as I agreed he planned to take me to his room and share a very creative sexual experience.
I had insufficient knowledge of Brad to justify my trust. Forty-eight hours could never be enough to vet such a relationship. Yet here it was in front of me. I could return to my husband’s room and tell Val to go home, or I could let Brad lead this night. I love Mike, but he is not one to command a direction. Brad was offering me a chance to simply accept what I knew I wanted.
I turned towards Brad and kissed him deeply. We embraced and rubbed each other’s bodies until the location felt conspicuous. I then took his hand and led him to the elevator and simply said, ‘Take me to your room.’ Brad instantly transitioned into the guide I desired so badly.
[The line is crossed]
Brad opened his door and we entered. It was well organized and clean. I excused myself to the restroom to clean up and prepare. I spent a fair amount of time staring at myself in the mirror. Once I decided that no part of my conscience was holding reservations, I straightened my dress and returned to the room.
Brad had the lights low and music playing. We embraced and kissed for an extended time until we were both well aroused. His only instructions were to say stop if I ever didn’t want to proceed. He then lifted my dress above my waist, and hooked his thumbs in my panties, pulling them down to my ankles. As soon as I naturally stepped out of them, and before I had much time to question, he dropped me back on the bed, knelt between my legs, and started giving me a very satisfying oral treat.
I always knew I enjoyed receiving good head. And Mike often did go down on me. It was just always short and purely for obligatory foreplay. He never ate my pussy simply for the pleasure of it. Brad on the other hand had no alternative expectation. Certainly he wanted to fuck me, that was clear. But his eating pussy was fun for him. It was certainly enjoyable to me. Once I tried to end it to advance to fucking, but Brad would have none of my interruptions. He instructed me to relax and enjoy it. And enjoy it I did. He sucked, blew, licked, finger fucked me, and then started all over again. With each rotation of actions, I climaxed as I did from my first vibrator.
It must have been at least four rounds of eating me and finishing me with a fantastic finger fuck. He soon jumped up next to me on the bed with a very enjoyable grin. He hadn’t even undressed yet. I started heading down to blow him when he stopped me for simple eye contact. He explained how much he enjoyed eating pussy, and giving pleasure to the female body. Val enjoyed fucking but had little patience for what he just gave me. He just wanted to hold me and enjoy the afterglow. He also indicated there will be plenty of time for me to explore his cock before morning; indicating he did not expect to sleep that night. If we were given freedom, we were going to use that freedom to its full potential.
He was rubbing my back when my hands wandered down to his belt, pulling it out in one quick tug. Even I was impressed with my slick coordination. I then opened his pants and pulled out his cock. It wasn’t exceptional in size, but it was as hard as I could remember any cock being. My hands explored his balls and his shaft, quickly creating a good amount of precum. I wanted to shove it in my mouth. Blowing Mike that morning was fun and fulfilling. It was a result of my newfound sexual tension with Brad. Tonight I wanted something harder, rawer, more lustful. Before I went down I asked Brad if he knew how to dominate respectfully.
Domination wasn’t something that I wanted or would get from Mike. It wasn’t part of our relationship. At the same time, I had been watching porn sporadically these past few years. Early on I watched sexy stories. Then I watched torrid hand jobs. That evolved further into cumshots. I know, cumshots don’t seem like anything a happily married feminist would watch. My porn watching continued to expand until I found dominance. I found myself masturbating to men directing women into subservient sex. No exploitation, I told myself. Just those examples of women enjoying being told where to go, what to do, how to respond. The good ones clearly included the woman’s joy.
So in this moment of excitement, I told Brad to take this role. He must have had some experience as he understood my unexplored kink completely. He reached over and grabbed something from the nightstand. It was a t-shirt that he expertly folded and wrapped across my eyes as a blindfold. My heart rate jumped as I considered having a man I only knew for two days fuck me helplessly blindfolded. It was also well understood that I had just asked for this act, and I had wanted it. I trusted Brad at this point. He lifted the shirt just enough to tell me that I could say stop at any time. But unless I asked him to stop, he was going to take charge. He pulled the blindfold back into position as he pulled me further up on the bed. I sensed he had removed his clothes before he approached me. One hand grabbed my hands and pulled them above my head, I was stretched out although my dress was still intact covering me fully.
I then felt his penis against my face. It was still semi-rigid and flexible. My head turned instinctively trying to find it and suck it into my mouth. After a few attempts, he let it drop into position as I sucked it in. My hands were still constrained, only my neck muscles had any control. But once I had the cock fully in my mouth I was able to strain my neck up, pushing my mouth hard onto his cock. It grew quickly in size.
He released my arms and turned me onto my side. This allowed him to thrust into my mouth at the rate he desired. I controlled the depth by countering his thrust with my head position. My hands reached around him to find his bare ass in my palms. I then controlled his thrusts with my head and arm coordination. Blow jobs were always fun for me although Mike’s reluctance to accept them took the fun out of the experience. Here I was free to play however I wanted. The side position was excellent. His cock was going so deep in my mouth.
Within minutes he was pulling my dress up. He was sure that I didn’t stop sucking him while pulling the dress above my breasts and eventually completely off over my head. Still blindfolded, he shoved his cock back in my mouth while fingering me. I went ballistic. My pussy had already orgasmed multiple times. There was a wave of orgasms that arose out of his hands while his cock was being shoved down my throat.
He didn’t want to come and soon stopped the play once I was exhausted. He removed the blindfold as we caught our breath. He then asked if I had any condoms, which neither of us did. Fucking someone other than our spouses was not on the agenda before today.
There was no chance of me stopping before we fucked. So I pulled on my dress and we ran down the stairs to the front desk. The act of asking a strange late-night employee for condoms was as exciting as any part of our play. It was likely obvious that we weren’t married which added to the thrill. The front desk of course had plenty to choose from. I grabbed a handful and we ran back up the stairs to our room, oblivious if we gave the front desk any embarrassment.
In one quick motion, I pulled my dress above my head. Brad only took a small amount of extra time removing his pants and shirt again. His cock had softened, likely to avoid being seen in a public state of arousal. I dropped to my knees and sucked him ferociously until he was hard again. Wow was he hard, harder than I had seen a cock in years. I opened a condom and playfully tugged it on, with my face at eye level. The sight of that hard cock up close made my pussy fully engorged with blood and wet enough for fun.
Brad reached down and lifted me like a toy. He swung me around, my legs fully off the ground, throwing me over the back of a lounge chair. I no longer needed any additional enticing as he pressed the tip of his cock onto my pussy. He paused, probably giving one last thought to the final line we were crossing. I reached behind and pulled his body into mine as his cock easily slid into my waiting pussy. He went in deep in one slow, long, thrust. Again, he paused as I heard him take a deep breath, then he pulled out slowly. Just as he was nearly completely out I was unsure if he had changed his mind, only to be shocked when he pushed hard and fast back into me. This time he started to strongly fuck me. The speed was slow but increasing; with each thrust going deeper and faster. Soon he was pounding as hard as I could take while concentrating on my breathing.
My hair had been loose and floating out of control. Slowing his thrusting, he gathered my hair in his hands, and once the mange was controlled, he grabbed a fist full into a ponytail and pulled my head back firmly. His other free hand grabbed one of my arms and twisted it behind my back. I was left with one hand free, which was needed for me to maintain my balance. Brad returned to pounding me hard and fast; and as he pulled my head back with my hair, and twisting my arm up my back, the constraint magnified my emotions and physical responses. The orgasms flowed through me once again in rapid succession. After the first round finished, another round started. I was concerned if I was making any noises that carried beyond his room.
I needed to take a break just when he indicated he was going to come and asked my preference. With no experience of options, I just gave him affirmation to finish without additional instructions. Later I understood he wanted to know if he should pull out and come on my body or in my pussy. But in this case, I told him to pound me while he came, which he did. I didn’t think I could take him any deeper but he came hard as he pressed inside my very swollen pussy.
Not being too exhausted, Brad reached underneath me, lifted me off my feet, and threw me back on the bed. He had removed his condom, I was without a blindfold now. He embraced me while we both caught our breath. His erection showed no sign of subsiding as he replaced another condom. I still wanted to remain in the embrace, which he accommodated by getting on top of me and entering my pussy again.
Instead of a hard fuck, he simply embraced me while also sliding his still impressive erection in and out of my very willing body. We continued this motion for nearly half an hour more before I fell asleep in his arms. The last thing I remembered was his fingers on my clit while he slowly fucked me to exhaustion. I awoke beside him with the morning sun.
[Restoration]
We showered with almost no speaking that morning. I explored his body with my hands and eyes as I couldn’t last night with the blindfold. Every decision that night had worked perfectly. This morning was an extension of that success. With my eyes and hands having explored his entirety, I sat on the edge and started sucking his cock for the simple pleasure that it gave both of us. When he was ready to come, he didn’t want to come in my mouth. Instead, he asked to come on my breasts which had always been a visually appealing act for me. Mike would do this but always seemed to be hesitant. Brad on the other hand wanted to come on me, wanted me to watch him come on me, wanted me to enjoy him coming on me.
I pulled his cock out of my mouth, holding it with both hands. Multiple strong pulses ejaculated on my chest. Both of us were pleased that he had that much fluid left although he reminded me that he only came once the previous evening. Still, it was extremely strong.
Brad lifted me to my feet and gave me a fantastic hand job. I don’t know if I came fully but it was a most pleasant ending to a wonderfully surprising night. After we dried off, he pulled me out to the room and dropped me on the bed. Ending as we started, he ate me out to consume our last remaining energy. My body wriggled with joy as he took me to the brink several times. I didn’t even care if I reached climax again. His tongue felt magnificent everywhere.
It was getting late but I wanted as much of this as we could afford. I noticed Brad was hard again and it was just from exploring my pussy. I reached over for one last remaining condom as he was clearly capable and interested in my installation. He sat back on the lounge chair as I straddled him. No longer needing him to dominate me, I sat on top of his erection. Neither of us could have probably climaxed again yet it felt amazing to have him shoved inside of me. He sucked on my breasts as I moaned.
We didn’t bother calling our spouses. Instead, we dressed and went downstairs to the dining room. We found Mike and Val sitting on the outside observation deck, holding hands, and laughing together. Upon seeing our presence, they embraced and quickly walked over to reclaim their official spouses. Everyone greeted each other naturally as we walked into the dining hall. We ate breakfast and conversed about the daily lives we would rejoin later that day as our weekend ended.
I held Mike’s hand with a soft reassuring strength as we said our goodbyes to our new friends. Contact information was exchanged and we agreed to check in with each other once everyone had time to return to our normal lives. We checked out of the Inn and drove home.
We shared both of our experiences on the drive home, fully transparent and assuring. It was trusting and we were both happy for and with each other. This was ten years ago and we continue to have a happy and strong marriage. We also have an ongoing friendship with Brad and Val; including periodic nighttime exchanges. Our boundaries will never return as they were before this weekend. Life continues to be good.