LAND OF THE MIDNIGHT SUN
PART ONE of TWO
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PLANS CHANGE
Author’s notes: This is a long two-part story about married couples swapping spouses for the first time. If that doesn’t appeal to you, read no further.
If you like this story, you may like stories I wrote under the pen name, “pellucidbard.” After a long hiatus from writing, I couldn’t remember login’s, etc. and had to reestablish under a new pen name.
Please enjoy “Land of the Midnight Sun.”
PROLOGUE
My wife and I own an architectural firm in New Hampshire and serve the northern part of New England. We make a pretty decent living, but the business is very demanding and we typically work six days a week. Every second month we take a 4-day ‘weekend’, typically, to go hiking or snow skiing according to the season. Once a year, we take a two-week vacation and every second year, that vacation is taken with my wife’s brother and his wife. This story is about our last biennial vacation with them — a ski trip to Sweden.
In business and in life, I have learned you don’t know what the next hour, day or week may hold. You make plans, develop routines, and have expectations. Frequently, however, a turn of events catches you off-guard and is unwelcome. But on rare occasions, the unexpected can be desirable, even life-changing.
This story is about one of those times. But it doesn’t start that way.
INTRODUCTIONS
I’m Sean, 46. My wife, Lynn, is 42. We enjoy outdoor activities and keep fit by running regularly — 5-K together, three times a week; and once a week, I do a brisk 10-K (my knee-limited distance). My wife faithfully adheres to a substantial fitness regimen. I do stretches, sit-ups and push-ups each morning, that’s it. I lack the patience for long work outs.
Lynn is a sultry, statuesque brunette — She has a medium, olive brown complexion owing to Moorish-Sicilian ancestry. Her oval face is highlighted by full, dark eyebrows, dark brown eyes, a slender, medium length nose and moderately full lips. Her dark brown hair hangs to the small of her back, is worn straight and often tied in a loose ponytail draped in front of one shoulder.
At 5′-11″ and 135 lbs., she is tall and shapely, with an elongated hour glass figure (38-25-36). Full C-cup breasts nicely fill out her slightly broad chest. With her trim waist, flat stomach, medium hips and firm, shapely derriere, she has an amazing body. But I think her long, perfectly shaped legs are her best physical attribute.
The first time I saw her was from behind. She had on a short, snug-fitting skirt which highlighted her rear and nicely displayed her long, shapely legs. I thought, if she looks as good from the front, I will have to marry her.
She did. And I did. (After much begging and conniving on my part.)
I’m an average to handsome guy — depending on whom you ask. My once blond, now dirty-dishwater-blond hair is worn in a standard business cut, combed to one side and back. I’m clean shaven (can’t grow a decent mustache or beard). I have average facial features, a moderately strong jawline and chin, and an average-sized nose that is slightly crooked from being broken. I’ve been told my ‘bedroom’ eyes are my best facial feature. I don’t know. I have two. They are blue.
Women are probably attracted to me more for my body than my face. I’m 6′-3′, 210 lbs. and fairly powerfully built. If I was shorter, I would be called stocky. Although I don’t have the classic V-shaped upper body and cut physique of a bodybuilder, a fair number of women have found my body appealing. My wife says I ‘reek’ of ‘manliness’. So, I reek. Oh, she also says I have a great ass. I’d rather be known for a handsome face, but I guess I’ll take what I can get — ‘ass’ and ‘reek’. At least she didn’t put the two together.
I. PLANS CHANGE
Our biennial vacation with my wife’s brother and sister-in-law was two weeks away. As usual, Lynn was stressing: What are we forgetting; what arrangements didn’t we make; what’s the weather going to be; what to pack; tickets, passports…
I do the same thing, only I wait till the last day when it’s too late to fix anything.
I was assuring my wife we were on track when her cell phone chimed with her sister-in-law’s number. She answered cheerfully, but her smile quickly faded.
“I’m so sorry…No…Of course…Don’t worry about it…Yes…No…Mm hmm…Okay, you just take care of Ricky…Love you, too. Keep us updated…Mm, bye.” Lynn looked crestfallen.
“What happened? What about Rick?”
“He’s in the ICU in serious but not life-threatening condition. A speeding car t-boned his in an intersection. He will require several surgeries. Needless to say, they have to cancel their trip with us. What now? Do we cancel…?”
I interrupted, “Honey, we can’t cancel. Our son wasn’t in an accident. These things are non-refundable. I feel terrible about Rick and our in-laws, but two years have gone into planning this vacation. And it’s also for our 20th anniversary.”
“I know, I know. And that’s exactly what Charlotte said. I just have to adjust to it being only us.”
“Charlotte’s right, honey. And, hey, why can’t we considerate it a second honeymoon.”
A slight grin appeared, and she replied, “Mmm, a ‘romantic’ vacation for two might be just what we need. Romance has waned a bit, lately.”
“Second honeymoon it is!” I replied as she wrapped me up in a warm hug.
For the past eight months, we’ve been adding and training new staff to ultimately reduce our own workload, and in the interim, working very long hours. As a result, we’ve had very little quality time for romance and sex. However, we were able to complete the training and restructuring of our operations before this vacation, so we are looking forward to a less stressful future, with more personal time.
At 20 years, we have an active sex life, and we’ve developed tried and true positions and techniques to optimize pleasure, but sex has started to be a bit routine. It needed some spicing up. We tried various things, until we recently hit on something that added some variety and excitement — fantasy roleplay. It turned out we both liked liaisons with imaginary couples. My wife also enjoyed a girl-on-girl fantasy (I got pretty good at being the girl…don’t get the wrong idea.)
Our fantasies were certainly based within the realm of possibility, but not probability. We knew we would never have the combination of opportunity and collective nerve to act on any of them.
II. PLANS CHANGE…AGAIN
Four days before our departure, we were all set. My wife was satisfied with preparations and we were getting excited about our romantic trip for two.
Charlotte’s number chimed. She had exciting news.
No, they couldn’t go. Yes, Rick’s first surgery went well. Oh, but guess what? This is so great! We found someone to use our reservations and tickets! Oh, you’ll love them.
They’re a nice young couple…
All this with my wife barely talking, staring into space and biting her lip. Then with feigned enthusiasm and the normal pleasantries, she hung up and stood there.
I asked, “Well?”
“You’re not going to believe this, but Sam and Charlotte found a couple to take their place. They will meet up with us in New York.”
“So much for our second honeymoon,” I groused, “at least someone we know and like, I hope?”
“No,” she shook her head, “she’s sending their info. Apparently, our travel dates coincided with this couple’s spring break and by adding a week, they could join us.”
I lost it. “Spring break?! How old are they, 19?”
Obviously upset herself, Lynn answered, “Honey, I don’t know. All she said was they’re a ‘nice young couple’. she’s sending an email with their info.” She flopped on the divan and I slumped beside her.
We never had children, so never experienced parenthood. We sure as hell didn’t want to start now! I put my arm around her and muttered, “We’re screwed.”
III. THE ‘NICE YOUNG COUPLE’
When we got the email, we were somewhat relieved. The couple turned out to 26 and 23, respectively. Greg is a grad student training to be a forensic pathologist, and his wife, Jessica is an astronomy major in her senior year. According to our in-laws, both are very smart, mature and well grounded. They didn’t sound bad, just young. And you had to wonder, what could we possibly have in common?
We flew into JFK the day before our flight to Stockholm and checked into the Courtyard Hotel, next to the airport. Our new travel mates were taking over our in-laws’ room and would meet us at the hotel, later that day.
We arrived around three p.m.; they were scheduled to arrive around six. We got a quick bite to eat, relaxed till five, then freshened up and changed. While relaxing, we discussed the changes to our vacation and resigned ourselves to the situation. We would make the best of it.
If life gives you limes, find someone with tequila and…Hey, I know it’s lemons, but whoever heard of tequila and lemons?
We made reservations at the “144 Restaurant” for 8 p.m. At 5:30, Greg called to let us know they had arrived, were checking in, and needed a few to freshen up and change their rumpled clothes. They’d had a long flight from SoCal. We agreed to meet them in the cocktail lounge at 6:30.
We arrived at the lounge not knowing what they looked like, so we looked for a ‘nice’, young couple. Turned out, there were several youngish couples there. As we eyed each one, none eyed us back. Before we appeared to be cruising young people, we took a seat and waited. Shortly, a handsome couple entered and headed right for us.
“Hi. Sean and Lynn, I hope?”
Standing, we greeted and shook hands.
Greg introduced them, “I’m Greg, and this is my wife, Jessica.”
“Jessie,” she added, beaming.
Greg continued, “We thought it was you from Sam’s description. So glad to meet you.”
After exchanging pleasantries, we informed them we had an hour before we needed to head to the restaurant.
I ordered drinks — Tequila Sunrise for Lynn, Margarita on the rocks for me. I asked Greg and Jessie what they would like.
Jessie spoke up, “I’ve never had a Tequila Sunrise. I’ll try one with Lynn.”
Greg had a Margarita with me.
We got acquainted over drinks, then a fabulous meal at the 144. Greg and Jessie turned out to be how our in-laws described them — smart, mature and down to earth.
Greg was a tall, slim, handsome young man with a slightly angular face, brown eyes, a straight, longish nose that fit his angular face, and a strong jawline and average chin with a slight cleft. His naturally wavy, sandy brown hair was worn just over the collar and ears and had that natural, tousled look that I guess would pass for ‘post-grad chic’. At 6′-2″ and 180 lbs., he was almost as tall as me, but leaner, with more of a V-shaped chest and broad shoulders — kind of a swimmer’s build. He was sporting a typical SoCal tan, as they, like our in-laws, are from Orange County (think Disneyland).
Jessie was quite attractive, but not like an actress or model — more like the girl-next-door, but the 2.0 version. Her face wasn’t exactly a head turner, just pretty. Her long, straight, silky blonde hair, hung just below the bottom of her bosom, nicely framing her tanned, slightly round face. Sparkling blue eyes and a devastating smile enhanced her attractiveness.
Her body was another story — It was a head turner. At about 5′-4″ and 110 lbs., she was petite with an almost girlish figure, average to narrow chest and hips, and a narrow waist. One exception. Under her blue, cashmere sweater, she appeared to be smuggling a rather large pair of breasts. And her pale blue leggings did nothing to hide her shapely, muscular legs and very firm butt. I would guess her ‘top heavy’ figure to come in at about a 38-22-32 — kind of a gymnast’s body with big boobs.
We learned they were both skiers, enjoyed backpacking, and were into surfing and kitesurfing. The more we learned, the more our apprehension about their age, dissipated. Except looking at them made me feel much older.
IV. TROUBLESOME ATTRACTIONS
Our trip to Stockholm made for a 16-hour travel day, beginning from our hotel in New York and ending at our hotel in Stockholm. Our 10-hour-plus Icelandair redeye flight, which included a layover in Keflavik, took off from JFK at around 8:30 p.m. on the 13th and landed at Stockholm Arlanda, about 1 p.m. local, on the 15th (you lose six hours and a day).
We arrived at the Berns Hotel around 3:30 p.m., feeling disheveled and jet lagged. We agreed to meet at 7 p.m. and go down to the “Asiatiska” Asian restaurant, one of the hotel’s two fine restaurants.
After a quick shower, I passed out. Lynn woke me to dress. She was already dolled up and wearing a stunning, dove gray jacket and H-line skirt outfit with a powder-pink blouse. The skirt hit about mid-thigh and highlighted her gorgeous legs and fabulous butt. What a good-looking woman. After my nap, I was feeling revived and wishing she was in a different suit!
When Greg and Jessie arrived at our room to join us for dinner, Jessie was wearing a Navy-blue jacket with matching slacks, nice looking on her, but no big deal.
However, her jacket was worn open, and underneath, a diaphanous, cream-colored blouse was doing its best to contain her full, D-cup sized breasts. Under the blouse, she was apparently wearing a camisole as no bra was evident, but her breasts appeared to sag very little — seriously firm, or seriously fake? I couldn’t tell. Also, through the gauzy blouse and thin camisole, faint shadows from obviously dark, rather large aureoles were noticeable — if one was looking. I was. I’m not a breast man, per se, but how the hell was I going to not stare at those big girls. I guess I could ask her to button the jacket…didn’t look doable, though.
Oh yeah, Greg. He came, too. He was wearing something. It was probably nice.
Don’t get me wrong. Other women, are just eye candy. I’ve never been seriously interested in or involved with another woman since Lynn.
And, right now, the only problem I was having with Jessie was: Her pretty face and devastating smile; her sweet personality; her full bosom, firm young body, awesome ass and great legs; her ‘everything’ different from Lynn; and the googly eyes she was giving me all through dinner.
Other than those few issues, no problem.
Consequently, I, myself, couldn’t help staring. I tried. A subtle elbow to the ribs told me I wasn’t successful.
If I’d been paying attention, I would have noticed I wasn’t the only one ogling someone. Greg was apparently trying hard not to stare at Lynn all through dinner, and failing. Lynn noticed. I didn’t. I was busy and it wasn’t my fault…
When we were seated at our table, I sat on Lynn’s left as is our habit (I’m left-handed, she’s right — it just works better). Greg, it turns out, is also left-handed and he and Jessie did the same as us, so he’s across from Lynn and I’m directly across from Jessie and her big tits and dazzling smile — I was screwed. And not in a good way.
Going with Japanese fare, we had plenty of warm sake with an excellent dinner. Afterwards, we retired to the least crowded bar for drinks (the hotel has several).
Jessie introduced the topic of ages.
“I hope I’m not being rude, but we assumed you would be close in age to Sam and Charlotte, and you’re obviously much younger.”
Lynn asked, “Didn’t they show you any pictures of us?”
Jessie answered, “This all happened kind of fast and done by phone and quick emails. I guess nobody thought to send pictures.”
Greg added, “They were out of town when we found out about this, and with almost no time, we had to act fast.”
Lynn continued, “Well, to answer your question, we are around 5 years younger than Sam and Charlotte. I’m 42 and Sean is 46.”
Greg expressed surprise, “Not really? After meeting you, we were guessing you’re both somewhere in your 30’s.”
I feigned embarrassment and joked, “Oh, stop it. I already paid for dinner.” I added, “Actually, at first, we thought you were going to be much younger and less mature. We are thankful that’s not the case and are more comfortable with you than we expected.”
Lynn flashed a bright smile and raised her glass, “Here’s to a great vacation.”
We joined in the toast, and I ordered another round. Our bar, more of a cocktail lounge (with an older crowd, in general) had a 3-piece ensemble playing soft music. There was a small dance floor so I asked Lynn to dance.
As we moved around the floor, I held her close; she lifted her head and engaged me in a warm, tender kiss. That was just the romantic stimulation I needed to lose the battle I’d been waging all through dinner to not get an erection. Lynn smiled when she felt it brush against her leg (It was trapped down my left pants leg, where I usually dangle).
She whispered in my ear, “How about you take me back to the room after this and fuck my brains out.”
That offer didn’t help my state of arousal. And, I was surprised by Lynn’s choice of phrasing. She rarely uses coarse language, except during sex, then the more aroused she is, the more vulgar the language.
I answered, “That sounds like a lovely idea. I’d be happy to fuck your brains out.” I then pulled her close and kissed her with more passion than I had in quite a while.
A few feet away, Greg and Jessie had joined us and were in a romantic embrace of their own. When the band took a break, we returned to the table, and I was glad it was dark. By this time, my erection was pressing firmly against my pants leg, making an obvious bulge.
After finishing our second round of cocktails, I was about to order one more, when Jessie spoke up.
She looked at me and shyly asked my wife, “Would it be okay if I danced with Sean?”
“Of course, silly; long as I can take Greg for a spin,” Lynn giggled, obviously buzzed.
We went to the dance floor and I assumed an appropriate hold with Jessie. As we danced, she drew closer; I felt her ample bosom lightly press into me. This did not help my aforementioned erection, which as it tried to lever up into position, had migrated even farther in front of my thigh.
That’s when Jessie broke our hold, wrapping her arms around my waist, essentially pasting her body to mine. In the process, she inadvertently (I think) bumped my erection with her pelvic area.
I was aghast. I didn’t know how to react or how to avoid it happening again. My concern became irrelevant when Jessie intentionally pressed her pelvis firmly against my dick. I didn’t know what to do, so I pulled her closer and enjoyed the moment.
Suddenly it dawned on me: Tall, hard-bodied, handsome young Greg was dancing with my drunken wife! What were they up to? I had to look. A few feet away, I could see my wife had her head on his shoulder, body plastered to his, arms around him, hands wandering over his muscular back (At least they weren’t on his butt). I had a serious flash of jealousy.
I didn’t get to entertain it long. In my present state, with the sensory input I was receiving, above and below the belt, my focus was quickly redirected. Thank goodness the song finally ended. My dick was trying to chew through my pants.
When we returned to the table, conversation was more subdued. I decided to pass on another round and settled the tab. When we headed to the elevator, I noticed Lynn was flushed down to the V of her pink blouse. I couldn’t see her nipples, but I just knew those little bitches were hard as pencil erasers.
Yeah, I was a bit piqued.
After a silent ride in the elevator, we said our ‘goodnights’ and headed to our rooms. Before I could get too upset, Lynn put her arm around my waist and whispered, “Come on stud, get me back to the room. I’m on fire,” then snickered, “I can see your hose is charged and ready to put out the flames!”
Well, I knew she knew why my ‘hose’ was charged, and I knew why she was ‘on fire’ and was sure she knew that I knew why…Okay, I’m losing track of who knew what. The point is, I was conflicted. How could I be upset at her reaction to Greg, when I, just as obviously, was enamored with Jessie.
V. SEAN & LYNN — CONFLICT RESOLUTION
As we entered our room, I was all in a tither about my feelings of guilt and jealousy (mostly jealousy). But before I could say anything, Lynn pulled me hard against her.
“I’ve missed our lovemaking, and dancing with you and Greg didn’t do anything to dissuade that. Fuck me now!”
It had been over a week since we last made love, and we’d only had sex two or three times in the last month. None of those were accompanied by much romance or passion, quick and to the point, just release. Of course, there wouldn’t be much romance here, either. Passion? Plenty!
We shed our clothes and fell on the bed in a tangle of arms and legs. I knew no foreplay was necessary — that already happened on the dance floor. Lynn immediately urged me to enter her. I crawled between her legs and checked her for moisture. No problem there; she was sopping wet! Yeah, I knew — young, handsome, hard-bodied what’s-his-name! But all I had to do was remind myself why I was rock hard. Tit for tat; pot, this is kettle; etc.
Even with moisture, I have to enter Lynn slowly and let her adjust. My dick, as she puts it, is a ‘fat bastard’, and she has always had a small vaginal opening and tunnel. And since she’s never had children, that hasn’t changed over the years. I’ve been with enough women to know she is smaller than most. I’m a lucky guy.
I love the rest of her vulva, too. Her pubic mound is covered in thick, dark hair, groomed into a full ‘V’, and I’ve always been a ‘bush’ man. Also, her outer labia and inner labia are proportionally diminutive.
Once I had entered her, I started to take some long, slow strokes, but she was having none of it.
“Damn, baby, get to it! Fuck me now. I’m gonna cum before you get star…Oh fuck, oh yeah, ungh-uh-uh-yeah-ugh-fuck…”
When she started demanding that I ‘get to it’, I got to it, posthaste. I immediately started hammering her for all I was worth. She was on fire. She started bucking into me as forcefully as I was stroking into her and we only lasted a few minutes. I felt her shudder and she lifted her head as usual before climaxing.
Then her body went rigid and shook as she climaxed, yelling, “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, OH FU…YOU BETTER FUCKIN’ CUM! NOW, OH-OH-AAAHH…”
(Yup, she’s a screamer. When we were first married and lived in a little upstairs apartment, a neighbor lady once called the police because she thought I was beating my wife. I’m not kidding.)
When she climaxed, that was it, and I unloaded with more gusto than in recent memory. Afterward, we were both panting from the intensity of our brief coupling. I rolled off and flopped beside her.
“Whew, that was…wow!” she laughed as she turned her beautiful body towards me.
As we lay there, I took in her long, tawny, curvaceous body — her shapely, full breasts, flat stomach with its deep, elongated navel, her plush, dark vulva and incredible legs. I felt my loins stir. I couldn’t believe I was getting hard again. I usually need an hour or more to ‘recharge’.
She noticed and grinned, “Race you to the shower!”
As we soaped up in the large, walk-in shower, Lynn ran her hands down and gently stroked my expanding penis. She then turned and pressed her butt cheeks against me, trapping my erection and rubbing up and down.
Without ceremony, she bent over, placing her hands on the shower wall, and growled, “Take me! Fuck me hard!”
I quickly rinsed the soap off my cock and shoved it in my wife’s hot, slippery vagina. I love taking my wife from behind when standing. Her firm, shapely buttocks always increase my pleasure. And with her long legs, I don’t have to bend my knees, just spread my feet a little to line up with her vagina.
I began thrusting with long, slow strokes, forcibly smacking against her ass cheeks as my cockhead firmly thumped against her cervix. Although my wife’s vagina is very snug, it is fairly deep. In this position, I can give her full strokes without hitting her cervix too hard — basically a perfect fit.
With the urgency gone, we continued at a moderate, deliberate pace, slowly building to our respective climaxes. One thing my wife and I have developed over the years, is the ability to time our orgasms together, most of the time. Sometimes, ‘somebody’ cums too soon.
Now, with the shower dowsing us, our bodies wetly slapped together as our pace increased. Lynn’s vagina began spasming and legs shaking as she began climaxing.
As she mounted her orgasm, her usual litany of cussing began, “Oh fuck, now baby, now, harder, damn, yes, faster, unghh, oh-oh-oh-fuck, OH YES, OH-OH-NOW, OH FUCK, AH-AH-AHH-mmm!”
I unloaded again, my groin contracting repeatedly, till I felt wonderfully empty. She immediately stood and turned into me. My still erect cock sluiced out of her vagina.
She hugged me tightly, her body still lightly trembling. Standing under a cool stream of water, we held each other as we came down from our coital high and cooled off.
Afterwards, we laid in bed, snuggled up to each other, and I broached the subject of our dancing, “So, I know that young, handsome, hard-bodied Greg got you fired up. What I don’t know, is how jealous I should be?”
She started, “Honey, I, I’m sorry. I hope there is no doubt in your mind, how much I love you, and that there is no one else for me but you…I…I wished I could say nothing happened…that it was only…”
She collected herself, “Look, we can talk around this, gloss over the truth, or be honest. I’m going to be honest, and count on you to be honest, too. I already know you are affected by Jessie. I’ll leave it up to you to tell me about that.
As far as Greg goes, I noticed he was handsome when we met, but that was it. Then, all through dinner that first night, I caught him ‘ogling me’, and that kinda turned me on. You know, handsome young man with pretty wife, distracted by older me. Then tonight. The dance. I was tipsy and feelin’ loosie-goosie…Damned if Greg didn’t have a hard on which I bumped with my leg. I had this boy all hot and bothered, and I’m sorry, but I intentionally positioned one leg between his, mashing it up against his penis, at first, for fun, just to tease him. But that was the wrong move. Rubbing his dick and feeling his hard, young body. I’m the one that got all hot and bothered.
I’m sorry honey. I immediately felt guilty. But I got turned on and I’m sorry. And, full disclosure, yes, I imagined fucking him. And I can see, right now; I not only made you jealous, I hurt you.
Well crap. This is a damn mood killer. We just had great sex, and now this. Of course, we had great sex because Mr. Young Hung Hardbody and Little Miss Big Tits got us both going. And, by the way, when I saw how she had her fat titties mashed into you, and her firm little body glued to you, I got so jealous, it made me nauseous.”
Now I felt like a shit heal! Wait, did she say ‘hung’?
Lynn, very emotional, finished, “But honey, for my part, you know, it was just…it was nothing…I would never…damn it, I’m sorry.”
I held her and she calmed down.
Then in a small voice, “Sean, honey, I need to know ‘how jealous’ I should to be, too.”
Crap. My turn.
“Honey, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I made you feel that way, and I’m sorry I got so jealous. But it hurt to know that a much younger man, a handsome bastard to boot, lit your fire, not me. I wasn’t just jealous, I felt threatened. I know I’m not telling you anything new when I say we men have delicate egos, and it’s all centered around our women and our dicks: Is his dick bigger than mine; is he a better lover; does she like his cock, his lovemaking better than mine. Like I said, I felt threatened, by a man 20 years younger than me, whom I couldn’t compete with.” She was shaking her head no, but that was the way I felt.
Then it dawned on me to ask, “You said Young, ‘Hung’ Hardbody. How did you…”
“I had it mashed against my leg! I could tell,” she quickly said, defensively, then, in a lower voice, “Yeah, I think it was pretty long.”
Oh good, I felt a whole lot better now.
She continued, “Look, damn it. I can only say I’m sorry so many times…”
“Okay, I’m sorry, too. But that was about the last thing I needed to hear,” I quickly interjected.
I took a few moments to let us both calm down, then started, “No glossing, huh?”
Lynn just gave a small shake of her head.
“Jessie…Jessie had an immediate effect on me. And, you know I’m not a ‘breast-man’, but I’m still a man, and that young thing, with her girlish figure and those damn hooters sticking out on her small frame. But not just that, it was the whole combo…Point is, I tried not to let her bother me. And honestly, I was doing okay until we danced. Truthfully, I think that the jet lag, the alcohol and that damn dance did us both in.
“Of course, before we even got on the dance floor, I had a partial erection from, um, too much ‘feminine’ input — my dance with you, your proposition, Jessie making goo-goo eyes at me, and her big tits staring at me all night.
Anyhow, when we went to dance, I took Jessie in a conservative hold; I honestly didn’t want her up against me. But she broke that hold and pretty much pasted herself to me. As a result, she bumped up against my erection. I was mortified and tried to avoid that, but Jessie, I think quite buzzed, just pressed into me, mashing her pelvis against my dick.
Like for you with Greg, the attention of this young woman was very flattering and exciting. I failed to not be overwhelmed. And I’m sorry. You’re my Lynn. And while I was seriously affected by Jessie, I love you far too much, care for and respect you too much to ever let anything make me stray. I think this just proves we’re human and…I hope we can get past it,” I concluded.
Lynn crushed me in a hug and buried her face in my shoulder. I felt moisture on her face. Oh great. What do the tears mean? Good or bad?
I’m a guy, okay? We can read maps, even instructions if hard pressed, but women…
“Lynn?” I softly questioned.
She nodded her head into my shoulder, “Yes, baby. You’re right, we need to get past it. But I don’t. I am past it. Thank you for being honest. I think this has challenged both of us. But, well, I’m proud of us. I love you so much. Thank you.”
Well crap! Now I was all teary eyed. All I could do was choke out, “Me too, babe, me too.”
She kissed me passionately and we made love, for the first time in months.
Afterward, lying there in a spooning position, Lynn’s firm ass pressed into my groin, she lightly laughed, “You know, I don’t know why we got so upset. Haven’t we done roleplays almost exactly like this…with a fantasy couple similar to them?”
What she said was right. “So, what are you getting at,” I asked, feigning ignorance.
She laughed, “You know damn well what I’m getting at, smart ass. Sooo…” she finished, putting me on the spot.
I stalled, “I’m thirsty.”
I hopped of the bed and got a bottle of cold water and a chilled white wine. We sat at the suite’s small dining table, drinking and talking. I considered Lynn’s question, unspoken, but completely understood. I thought about our roleplays — Lynn with her lover, I with mine, often on the same bed. I thought about actually doing it and was instantly queasy. Could I really do that — watch Lynn with another man, and have her watch me with another woman? (In our roleplay, we’re always together.) Fantasies are nice, because they’re safe. Nothing safe about actually doing it.
She waited, forcing me to reveal how I felt first, “Honestly, I don’t know. On the one hand, it sounds…exciting. But, on the other, scary, risky, and um, I’m not sure I’m ready to actually see you with another man.”
“Well, yeah, imagining you banging that big-tittied young thing doesn’t give me a warm fuzzy, either!” she replied with a light laugh. But the point was serious.
She continued, “Although, in our roleplays, didn’t it get us both hot, while we were doing it, to imagine that very thing?”
I briefly imagined one of our ‘swaps’ and how we played it. She was right, at least in our fantasies it worked that way. Maybe it would translate in real life. Maybe not.
A big maybe. Huge.
We both agreed it was moot, because ‘it takes two (couples) to tango’. And the odds of both coinciding, us having the courage to go through with it, and them being amenable to a ‘swap’, were remote.
“Food for thought,” I said to myself, before drifting off.
We slept peacefully, but 7:30 a.m. came too soon. We had agreed to meet for breakfast at 9 a.m. and we didn’t get to sleep until 4 a.m.
VI. GREG & JESSIE — CONFLICT RESOLUTION
I unlocked the door to our room, stepped in and held it for Jess. We hadn’t spoken since we left the table.
After we left the dance floor and returned to the table, I couldn’t help but notice that Jess was flushed down to her decolletage. Even through her moderate tan, it was obvious. I didn’t know what had transpired, but was certain it was because of Sean.
Thinking about it now, I felt my ears turn red with heat as the realization hit that my sweet wife had gotten turned on by a much older, and damn handsome man. As my ire increased, I stole a glance at Jess, who was still standing by the door where she was when she flipped the lights on.
As I looked at her, she wouldn’t even make eye contact. I was about to cut loose on her when I realized why she didn’t make eye contact. She was staring at the front of my trousers. I looked down. My dick had left a trail of wet spots up my pants leg.
She spun on her heal, darted into the bathroom and slammed the door.
“Damn, well crap!” My hot anger evaporated in a nanosecond and a cold, sinking feeling seeped in. In the anger of my discovery about Jess’s reaction to Sean, I was so focused on her ‘betrayal’, that I forgot about what transpired between me and Lynn.
Memory refreshed.
Crap, I didn’t know I leaked. I knew now, and knew why — Lynn! So tall, long and slender, so dark and sultry, so well put together. Her long, flowing, dark hair, her warm, dark eyes, those full lips, and that beautiful smile.
When we first met, I had been expecting someone completely different — an older woman, maybe slightly soft, with a few extra pounds, like Charlotte. But now it was obvious — not like Charlotte, not soft, not older. Way not!
From that point on, I was in trouble, and now I was in even more trouble. Well, crap! Jessie was, what? Just as enamored with Sean? Thinking about Sean like I was thinking about Lynn?
Damn, this was infuriating. I know I’m smart, really smart. But none of my impressive brain power was helping now. I was panicking. I really couldn’t begin to be mad at Jess. No room for that, smart guy!
We have to make peace. Get this out from between us, or ‘this’ could end badly. We had seen it happen too often to many of our peer group — young, recently married up-and-comers. Petty jealousies, silly arguments, small things become big things. Then, ill feelings, unaddressed, fester and become acrimony.
Acrimony becomes Alimony.
I had to defuse this situation. I knocked on the bathroom door with no idea what I was going to say. I didn’t get to say anything.
Jessie pulled the door open while I was still knocking. She had been crying. She fell against me, face buried in my chest. I threw my arms around her and hugged her tightly. She started sobbing again. Before I could ask her why, I realized I was crying. I didn’t know why, but didn’t care. I just held her for the longest time, till, in unison, arms around each other, we turned and walked to the bed. When we got there, Jess looked up at me, questioningly, vulnerability showing in her eyes. I bent down and kissed her as lovingly as I knew how.
We made love, set an alarm, and passed out.
VI. TIMELY INTERMISSION
We met at the elevator and rode down together. There was an uncomfortable silence. When we sat down for breakfast, Greg and Jessie looked like they had gone through what we had. I decided to break the ice.
“I guess we got a little carried away last night, with drinking and, um, ‘dancing’. But I hope it doesn’t spoil the good time we were having.”
Jessie spoke first, “We did have, I think, a great time.” She blushed a little and continued, “But maybe we got carried away, and yeah, we hope it doesn’t, you know, have a bad…”
She faltered.
Greg picked it up, “We really like you, but we weren’t expecting, um, you, either of you to be anything like…you are. I mean that in the best way. But we’re afraid what happened, well…We don’t want it to spoil anything, either. And we worked things out, but we want to know where you guys are?”
Lynn, cut to the chase, “I’m glad we’re all talking, but I think we’re talking around things, and I’m afraid that’s going to lead to misunderstandings and problems. But breakfast is arriving, so let’s table this for later. For now, how about we agree on this: We like each other, we enjoy each other’s company, we’re having a wonderful time, and last night, our shared attractions and maybe a little too much alcohol, led us to do things we don’t know how to deal with in the light of day.
Let’s enjoy breakfast, do a little sightseeing, have lunch down by the water, then a little shopping in Norrmalm. Afterwards, instead of going out to dinner, let’s arrange for dinner in our room and in a private, relaxed atmosphere, we can have an honest discussion and get everything out there. Then we can get on with wherever we’re going after that.”
Everyone nodded agreement.
“Great idea, Hon. I’m starving, this looks fabulous,” I remarked as a way of transitioning.
After breakfast, we spoke to the concierge and arranged dinner from the Calle P (pronounced “Kaiya” P) to be served in our room. Then it was on to sightseeing, lunch and shopping in the Norrmalm district. After the first couple shops, I realized I was going to have to take out a second mortgage on our house.
By the end of the day, we were in good spirits, hungry and tired (nobody got much sleep). None too soon for us guys, we headed back to the hotel and the much-anticipated dinner. I felt a positive vibe. We were all looking forward to clearing the air and moving on.
VII. TRUE CONFESSIONS
The traditional Swedish dinner was to die for, a little heavy, but heavenly. During dinner, by silent agreement, we chatted about the day, inconsequential things and our upcoming trip to Riksgransen. Now sated, we settled down in our suite’s small living room to enjoy cocktails and ease into discussing a probably difficult subject matter.
Lynn picked up where she left off this morning, “Jessie, Greg, I hope you don’t mind if I go first.”
They didn’t mind at all.
“Okay, good. I love my husband unequivocally. But I like men, always have. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t like Sean. He’s all man. And I want you know, in our 20 years, neither of us has ever strayed or even considered it. I can say that with confidence.” I firmly nodded agreement. “But I can also tell you with confidence that we both find others attractive and that was never a problem, until now.
Like you, when we met, we were expecting somebody different…less mature, and frankly, not so handsome, Greg, and beautiful, Jessie. And I admit, I found Greg attractive. No big deal, right? But, over the last couple days, I noticed he was attracted to me and that got the better of me. I mean, this handsome young man, with a beautiful young wife, saw something in me. I was flattered…and a little flustered.
Then we drank. Then we danced. Then things changed, very quickly.”
She paused, “Greg reminds me of a young Sean, except different in enough ways to be, how do I put this — alluring, exciting. That may not sound right. Sean is alluring and exciting…”
“Uh huh,” Jessie interjected, caught herself, then shrugged.
Lynn gave a small laugh and continued, “I imagined having sex with Greg…”
Jessie and Greg both reacted, shifting in their chairs and acting surprised.
Lynn wasn’t having it, “Hey, time for ‘no glossing over things’ as my husband and I agreed to, last night. And don’t tell me I’m the only one here who imagined that with someone else!”
They both shook their heads — guilty.
“Okay, didn’t think so. Anyway, I did. And I felt guilty, immediately. But that didn’t lessen the excitement. And I could tell Greg was obviously as excited by me. Sooo, he got a hard-on and I rubbed my leg against it, teasing him, getting us both hotter…”
With a mischievous smile, she paused and turned to Jessie, “Is his penis really long or what?”
Jessie laughed, “Oh yeah…like that!” she added holding her hands up about a foot apart.
Greg turned red.
I pretended I wasn’t listening and was occupied with a piece of lint on my slacks…like I really wanted to hear that tidbit. Just fucking peachy!
Nice young couple…The husband’s a porn star, and the wife is every middle-age man’s wet dream!
Lynn finished, “Well, anyways, I fantasized about having sex with Greg. In the process, I hurt my husband and made him very jealous…” She lost her composure for a second, then recovered.
“He did the same to me, but I’ll let him tell that. Lastly, here’s what I think is most important for me to say: That was my reaction to Greg. And, to this point, that’s all we’re talking about, fantasies, not intentions, not actions — well, except for the horseplay,” she grinned.
She gave my hand a squeeze, “Honey, your turn.”
“I think you covered it pretty well, kiddo,” I said lightly. She gave me a look.
“Okay — Jessie and I. Well, when we first met, I did notice how very attractive Jessie is, and yes, what a hot body she has. I honestly couldn’t take my eyes off her. And, by the time we danced, I was ‘in lust’ for her…you,” I said, looking directly at her, “but I was determined to not let that get out of hand…until you broke our dance hold and wrapped your arms arounds me, pressed your body into mine, and um. Well, at that point, all I could imagine was, not to put too fine a point on it, having sex with you.
And, as my wife told me later, when she saw how you were ‘glued’ to me and knowing how I felt about you, she was so jealous it made her nauseous. For that, I was and am truly sorry.” I took a moment to think.
“Right. Having confessed all that, I want to add what I think is most important. For a person to seriously consider cheating with someone else’s spouse, they have to disrespect or have no respect for that spouse. I am completely confident no one here fits that description.”
They quickly shook their heads.
“So, while it’s understandable that we all have reason to feel jealous, none of us has reason to be angry with or distrusting of our spouse.”
They both voiced their agreement.
I concluded, “That’s all I have. Who’s next?”
After a moment, Greg cleared his throat, “Well, everything you both said is, is on the money with what we, where we are. I guess what I have to say is, to confirm, confess how I felt, and feel. So, yeah, I was, I am very attracted to Lynn. When we first met, at introductions, I was immediately taken with her, you,” he added, turning to Lynn. She gave a sweet smile.
He continued, “And since we’re not supposed to gloss over anything, when I first saw her, I reacted to Lynn the same as I reacted to Jessie when I first met her; I immediately imagined being with her, um, sexually…” He paused for several seconds. Nobody spoke. Jessie gave his leg an affirming squeeze.
He continued, “I’ve never had that reaction to or felt that way about anyone else, only Jessie, until you. But honestly, it wasn’t something I really considered, you know, trying to make happen.”
He added, “Oh, one more thing: It took me some time to get there, but I’m straight in my head about this. Sean, I don’t blame you for how you feel about Jess, and I don’t blame her for how she feels about you. Yeah, I’m jealous, but I understand. And I am sorry my actions upset her. I think we’re all…I know we all feel the same here. Nobody meant to hurt anybody. I hope we can leave it at that.”
“Well said, Greg,” I offered. Lynn reached over and patted his hand.
Greg gave a shy smile and turned to Jessie, “Your turn, honey.”
In a small voice, she started, “Okay, first of all, I want to say how much I appreciate how great you guys have been about this, how honest, sincere and kind. I hope, regardless of what else happens, that we don’t lose what we have so far; you know, the friendship and respect I believe we have for each other. The attraction thing aside, I think we really like each other.”
We expressed our agreement. She brightened and found a stronger voice, “I guess before I start with the ‘true confessions’ part of this, I want to say that Greg is the first man I truly loved, and is still the only man I truly love.”
She paused, and gestured by fanning herself with one hand, “Whew, the hard part. Okay, when we first met, I wasn’t instantly attracted to Sean. Don’t get me wrong. I thought he was handsome, and, how do I put this, um, ‘all man’, you know what I mean?”
Lynn jumped in, “Yeah, he’s a stud. The first time I saw him, I thought of Sean Connery. I know he doesn’t look anything like him, different face, blond. But the body, how he talks, a little bit, and…and the vibe — Sean Connery-ish.”
“Yeah,” Jessie brightened, “I get that. Anyhow, I was surprised how young looking he was. I was even more surprised how old he was. I mean, oh, you know what I mean.”
We laughed and she moved on, “But honestly, that first night in New York, when we ate dinner, I started noticing his eyes…”
“Yup,” my wife gave a knowing nod.
“Yeah,” Jessie continued, “dreamy.”
“Bedroom eyes,” my wife glibly provided.
By his expression, I could tell Greg didn’t get it.
“I don’t get it either, Greg. It’s a female thing. Only they can see it. Sorry, Jessie, please continue.”
She grinned, “Anyhow, I started to look at Sean in a different way, more like someone, if I wasn’t married, that I would be interested in…Okay, this is harder than I thought. No glossing. I hadn’t yet imagined having sex, but I did imagine him kissing me, holding me. I felt bad about that and tried to banish those thoughts.
But, last night, when we had, well what for me was a lot to drink, I couldn’t help it; I went there. And, on impulse, I asked if we could dance. I wanted to feel his arms around me, enveloping me.” She blushed three shades of red.
Clearing her throat, “Whew, okay. When we got to the dance floor, Sean took my hand and assumed the traditional dance position with appropriate space between us. And in my tipsy and excited state, I kind of forced the matter, released his hand and slipped my arms around him. Of course, that didn’t give him any choice but to put his arms around me.
That’s when everything changed. I hadn’t expected how, um, how good he would feel. I know quite a few guys in their 40’s, and some are in decent shape. But, excluding, like, professional athletes, I don’t know any that are, um, that hard-bodied, which caught me by surprise. The loose shirts he wears didn’t prepare me for how big his chest and arms really are. I could barely reach around him.”
I think I actually blushed.
“He reminded me of Greg, who is in really great shape. Sean is like Greg, solid, only bigger, um, well just bigger…So now we’re pressed against each other and that’s when I first felt his…penis.”
She took a long pause, and I thought maybe she was done. I was sooo wrong!
She dropped her chin a little, talking more to the floor and continued, “That’s when I did something, when I went from kind of innocent stuff, to…not so innocent. I mean, at first, it was accidental, but I got kinda turned on knowing Sean was turned on by me, so I pressed into him harder. I wanted to see his reaction when I pressed my uh, body…”
Lynn interrupted, “Honey, you mean ‘your big tits’, how he would react to those girls being mashed against him,” she finished, grinning.
Jessie giggled nervously and nodded, “Yeah, I know they’re my best weapons. Anyhow, when I did that, I felt his…I felt his penis get bigger…and it’s, um, I was really surprised…oh, I don’t know how to say this…”
Lynn jumped in again, “You’re trying to say you were surprised how big the damn thing is,” and laughed, “It’s a fat bastard!”
Greg looked uncomfortable. I felt very uncomfortable. We were both looking for someplace to look besides at each other. I looked for another piece of lint.
Jessie giggled, “Oh, well, yeah. Anyhow, that’s when I first thought about sex…”
She paused, blushing, “Sorry, glossing a bit. I was so turned on, that I pressed hard against his erection. For the first time since meeting Greg, I was actually lusting for someone other than him. I got caught up in the moment…I really wanted to know what Sean would feel…feel like…and I got wet.”
She immediately hid her face in her hands and mumbled, “I can’t believe I shared that.”
As I looked at the expression on Greg’s face, I thought, “Ah oh. Maybe she should have ‘glossed’ over that.”
Then, unexpectedly, Jessie dropped her hands and laughed, “Sorry, sorry. It’s just, I was feeling terrible about sharing that, and about how Greg must feel hearing it. Then I remembered, I’m not the only one that got wet! After we got back to the room and I turned on the light, I saw a trail of wet spots on Greg’s pants where he leaked after dancing with Lynn,” she finished, still giggling.
Greg, had his head down, avoiding our eyes. I couldn’t see his face, but his ears were so red they were almost purple.
Lynn expressed, “Oh Greg, don’t feel bad about that. For me, that I excited you that much? I take that as a compliment.”
Greg lifted his head and with a weak smile nodded at my wife. Then he looked at Jessie, who was grinning.
“Okay, I guess we all got excited, but I don’t know how much more ‘truth’ I can take,” he half-joked.
I agreed with Greg that we had probably fulfilled our quota for ‘true confessions’, and suggested we relax with a nightcap and talk about something else, anything else.
As things wound down, we gradually rose and headed to the door. The girls hugged each other and Greg and I shook hands. He quietly, but sincerely thanked me, and turned towards the door and Lynn.
He awkwardly stuck out his hand to shake hers as she went to give him a hug. She prevailed and they hugged. As they started to part, she pulled him back and planted her lips firmly on his.
I could see his eyes open wide in total surprise, but as the kiss went on, they closed.
Jessie was pretty wide-eyed herself and I wasn’t sure how she would react.
Then Lynn broke the kiss and separated, “Sorry, I’ve just been wanting to do that…Nice.” And flashed her most disarming smile.
Jessie was frozen for a second, then spun towards me, grabbed me by the neck, pulled me down and latched onto me in a lip-crushing kiss. The next thing I knew, I felt her sweet little tongue part my lips. Just as suddenly, she released me, saucily wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and spritely commented, “Nice, real nice.” Then giggled and grabbed a bewildered Greg by the hand, dragging him out of the room.
As they departed, we heard her say, “Come on, Sean, let’s go fuck!”
VIII. SEAN & LYNN — IMPROVISED SPOUSAL PARTICIPATION
Lynn and I looked at each other and raced shedding our clothes.
Lynn growled, “Greg, how would like to sample my hot, tight, older woman’s pussy with that long tongue of yours?”
“Yes ma’am, I mean, Lynn. Um, I hope I do it right,” I replied, quickly getting into character.
“Well, big boy, just let an older, more experienced woman guide you…Oh shit! You’re a fast learner,” she croaked as I dove between her sleek, firm thighs, hiking her long legs over my shoulders and burying my face in her muff as she grabbed a handful of my hair.
After ministering to her ‘older woman’s’ vagina for only a couple minutes, she let me know it was time to mount her.
“Okay, Lynn, I’m going to show you how a young guy with more energy and stamina can satisfy you. I’m going to fill your sweet pussy with my big, hard…”
“Oh, shut up, Greg. Take me, fuck me, before my husband comes back. Shove that big piece of young man meat in my twat and…ughh! Shit! Oh fuck, just, ugh, yeah, oh uh-uh-uh-uh, fuck, pound me!” My wife grunted as I interrupted her dialogue by unceremoniously ramming my cock into her wet ‘twat’ until our pubic bones mashed against each other, then straightway commenced pounding her.
We didn’t last three minutes. With her cussing, and screaming like a banshee, and me grunting and jackhammering her ‘older woman’s pussy’, we crashed into our orgasms.
“Ah-ah-ah-yes-yes-yes-close…UGH, OH-OH-OH, FUCK, AGHH, GREG! FIILL MY CUNT!” she shouted.
I pistoned into her, pumping her full. Then I collapsed. My body went limp, her shaky legs released their vice-like grip on me, and I slid off her onto my side, facing her. Still catching her breath, her flushed chest rose and fell. I watched her beautiful, mounded breasts ride her rising chest and reached up and captured one of her long, hard nipples between thumb and finger and gently fondled it.
She reached her hand over and grabbed a butt cheek and squeezed, “Damn, Greg, your young, firm butt feels divine.”
I laughed, “Honey, if you want to fuck again, you’ll have to get the real Greg. I’m done in.”
I was wrong.
About an hour later, I heard a girlish-sounding voice coo, “Sean, how would you like to suck on my big, fat titties and lick my young, tight little, blond pussy…”
It took me all of 7 seconds to get ‘up’.
By 2:30, we were all roleplayed out, and slept like the dead until 6 a.m.
IX. GREG & JESSIE — IMPROVISED SPOUSAL PARTICIPATION
When we got to the room, I gave Jessie a look. I was disturbed by her calling me, Sean. Was she so preoccupied with him that she slipped?
Sensing my dilemma, she instructed, “Honey, roleplay; like we’ve done, only now we have real people for inspiration. You’re Sean and you’re going fuck Jessie. Later, I’ll be Lynn and you’ll fulfil your fantasy. Come on, get with it.”
“Oh Sean, teach me what an older man knows. I want to feel your big, fat man-cock in me.”
It was weird, but I imagined Sean taking my young wife, and how exciting that would be for him, and for her. Yeah, fuck, I understood that. But even weirder, it excited me. Still bothered me, though.
“Okay, you little tart. I’m going to teach you a lesson you’ll never forget. Get your clothes off, woman. I want to see those big tits. I want to fuck your young pussy.”
“Oh, you called me a ‘woman’. Take me, Sean, make a ‘real’ woman out of me. Quickly, before my husband comes back.”
“There’s going to be nothing quick about this,” I continued as I peeled off my clothes.
Jessie, now naked, slid seductively up on the bed, lay back with pillows propping her up. She luridly opened her legs, knees bent, spread her lips with one hand and slid one finger up and down her already glistening vagina with her other hand. I knew why she was wet. “Shit,” I thought, then, “Fuck, just go with it.”
I continued, “I’m going to take you slow. You’re going to feel every throbbing inch of my big cock as I slide it into your tight, young pussy. Then I’m going fuck you slow and hard until you’re begging for release. I’m going to keep making you cum till you have nothing left. Then I’m going to fill you with a massive load of my hot semen. And if your husband shows up, he’ll just have to watch and learn.”
“Screw my husband. Take me now, Sean. Punish me with your big, throbbing cock.”
I mounted her and immediately shoved my cock into her, hard and fast, and slammed into her cervix. Jessie’s pussy isn’t all that deep, and usually I have to measure my strokes as not to stab her too painfully, but now, I did punish her. She responded by grabbing my ass and humping up into me, grunting and babbling, “Oh Sean, Oh Sean…” over and over. And I just pounded her harder and faster until she was grunting and cursing, bucking and shaking spasmodically, her fat breasts wobbling erotically on her chest, her neck muscles straining and her head nodding frantically as her orgasm exploded through her, causing me to explode in my own orgasm, unloading semen in big, powerful bursts.
And I was wrong. No slow screw. I don’t think we lasted two minutes. I collapsed on her big, spongy breasts and heaving chest, almost smothering her. As I regained my composure, I lifted up and smiled down at her.
“You’re a hot little fuck!”
She grinned, “Am I better than your wife? Am I better than Lynn?”
“Yes, but don’t tell her that.”
I slept soundly…for about a half hour. I was awakened by a husky voice in the dark room.
“Greg, honey? Your wife is gone. She’s with my husband. He’s probably fucking her young, sweet little pussy right now. I want you to fuck me; fuck my hot, womanly cunt with your young, powerful cock. I want to feel that long, fucking pole deep inside my tight, grasping tunnel. But I want you to do me doggy style. I want to feel your big, hairy balls slap against my firm, womanly ass…”
She was lying on her back, and I flipped her over like a ragdoll, jerked her hips up, and shoved my cock in till I smacked against her ass. Now with long, slow strokes, I began methodically sliding in and out of her incredible, tight vagina. It was a heavenly feeling. And after cumming once, I knew I could ride her a long time, through multiple orgasms till she begged me to pound her and cum with her.
With firm strokes, I smacked against her tight, muscular ass, over and over. All the while, she kept up a litany of grunts, moans and titillating dialogue to add to our excitement. And she was doing a damned good job of imitating Lynn’s lower, huskier voice.
“Oh Greg, my husband never fucked me this deep or for so long. Your stamina is amazing. Oh-oh-oh shit, cumming again, oh fuck, cumming again-n-n! Ah-ah-oh-oh, ye-ye-yesss, oh-oh-oh, GRE-E-EG! YOU-OU FU-UCK-ING STUD!”
Pounding my wife from behind, in the dark, combined with her roleplaying, I really imagined I was fucking Lynn. When she screamed my name, for a moment, it was Lynn screaming my name.
I lost my mind. I came so hard it felt like I was going to shoot my balls through the end of my dick. I unloaded every last drop of semen I had. I fully expected my nutsack to collapse. That’s the last memory I have. I passed out, probably the most sated I’ve ever been after sex.
We slept through the rest of the morning, what was left of it. Then the damned alarm went off. Lynn left, fully satisfied, and went back to her husband. Jess came back to our room, roundly fucked by her older lover. It was strange at first, pretending to be with people we knew, but I guess that’s what made it the hottest roleplay we ever had.
THE END