I woke to gentle movement, like the bed was waving gently. I was against the wall, Mike facing me, I draped my arm around him, and a leg over him and whispered good night and kissed him as I do every night. They were rock hard and so big. She asked, softly and sexily. My wife is 25 years old and I'm 35.
She didn't want it to go any further. I moved my chair closer to Mike, and his arm went around my shoulders, holding me tight. After some discussion on the matter while my fingers were doing their part to do some convincing , Marie agreed to let me talk to Lisa to see if she might be interested. It was a romantic chick flick. I know you weren't trying to pressure me into it, but lately I just can't stop wondering if I would. I spread her open, I could smell her, feel the warmth.
I stood for a moment, wanting to be as naked as he was for some reason, and pushed my dress to the floor, my panties following, I sat back down, nude, horny, wet, watching. It is a fantasy of my mind, and my mind alone, played out on paper if not in my head. We started the usual holiday small talk, the flight, the accommodation, the weather, the food, had we been here before. Kris had a nice rear and with her legs drawn up a little, showed off its shape to me through her shorts. When I finished, we were quiet.
Mike and I sat there a little embarrassed, well more him than me I think, trying not to look too obviously. We didn't speak, I guess our thoughts were wrapped up with what we had seen. I could hear Mike breathing hard under me. Marie couldn't hold out very long with what Lisa was doing to her pussy. He relaxed, and I felt between my legs, his juices leaking out around his cock mixing with min. I suddenly felt the difference, this was the man I loved, that was sex. Will I do it right? Fuck it, god damn fuck me!! His hands were trying to undo my bra, fingers shaking, I was trembling, aroused, shy, self conscious, my bra fell off and Tiff and Lee whistled softly, probably to make me feel better I think.
Mike and I looked into each others eyes, his half closed as she started to ride up and down. Yes, we have an open marriage, but it is 98. Neither she nor I have taken much advantage of our open marriage, because the real beauty of an open marriage is that you realize that you really want to be with each other. Tiff bent her head, her mouth opened. My wife's head bobbed backwards then back up again as Kris touched her. Xxxxx is a gal who totally has a crush on me, and she has very large breasts. She looked at her husband, and beckoned me over.
It was very soft and very thin. She surprised me by slowly laying her hand on Kris's back and lightly rubbing back and forth in a tight little circle. Thinking about it though, it seems possible that after her potential male companion chickened out, she may have gotten hot with a girl to try to encourage him to change his mind. Since I had recently changed jobs and didn't get by to see the people I used to work with very often. My cock was throbbing in my pants. She reached, grabbed me, pulled me too her, kissed me open mouthed, he tongue wrapping round mine, our tongues lashing sharing the thick salty fluid, her hand fighting to get between my legs as we knelt facing each other, our breasts mashing together. My wife and Lisa were going to have sex.
What did I look like when having sex though? Yes I did, and the look that crossed my face must have said something. There is no way to see me, but I can look down on the pool. We got ours, a Bacardi for me and Corona beer for Mike, and moved to the edge of the bar area near the pool to find somewhere more intimate where we could hear each other speak. My wife knows I can't get away from work on Wednesdays. For a moment the thoughts flashed through my mind. She gripped my arm closer.
Responding to this, Kris began to ever so gently knead the flesh of my wife's inner thigh. Building from deep, spreading, my legs starting to tremble, my nipples so hard they were going to burst, the convulsions inside me, and vaguely somewhere in the red mist I heard Mike groan and felt him explode deep inside me, the wetness and stickiness telling me he had cum, and we stayed still a moment, relishing the post orgasm glow, before he gently pulled out of me and we turned to face and kiss deeply for a few moments. With her fingers, she spread Marie's vaginal lips apart, exposing my wife's hard little button. When I got home she gave me a big kiss, Okay! I'd never had any sexual thoughts towards another woman , and yet I wanted to see her touch herself, and she wanted to see me. She put her hand through my arm, closer than maybe someone I'd only just met would do, but she seemed nice and friendly. I saw her leg swing round over me, her head going back between my legs, but above me her open legs, her wet pussy lips inches from my face, and I knew what she wanted. It didn't appear that she was, but she wasn't repulsed.
I fought a bit with Mikes belt and zip, but got his trousers slid down, and the boxers, he was standing erect too, and I felt proud of him, turning away to see Tiff look at him. I could see people down below, spread out around the pool, he pushed me to the railings, I put my hands on them to stop myself, he bent me forward, moving my hips, then I felt the familiar nudge of his dick trying to find the entrance, and he was in me, first push, straight in. She grabbed the arm of the couch and pushed upward, arching her back, pushing herself into Kris. It looked like a place for sex. I've always liked big girls and my wife has always said that she finds bigger girls more attractive than small skinny little women.