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After the Trip

By: MrandMrsAE



(I've had several requests from readers to write about what has happened after our trip to Hedonism. I want to say thanks to everyone for their wonderful comments and encouragement. The Trip was my first attempt at erotic story telling. If you have not done so, you might want to read that story before reading this, my second foray into telling the world about our erotic adventures. Just to get a better understanding of the circumstances. Naturally, I have changed the names of the characters. However, I want to make clear that everyone involved knows that I am writing these stories and they have encouraged me. So, on to the next series of experiences. We did get together with our new friends from Hedonism, but that comes later in the story.) 

Our story continues about three months after we returned from Hedonism. Life had been different. Very different. We had kept in touch with the other couples on a fairly regular basis. E-mail, a few phone calls, promises to get together again, that sort of thing. We had traded pictures of the trip and all of us had wonderful visual aids to help us remember the fun we had. Just normal vacation pics. Well, maybe not exactly normal, but no one had photographed our nighttime activities. An oversight that gave us all regrets. But, we did have the memories. And I did enjoy looking at the pics of Amy, Julie and Sara. And, of course, MrsAE, naked and playing with the other couples. We had also shared some more intimate pictures, but I wasn't sure all the wives knew about it. It was exciting to visualize the other guys getting hard looking at MrsAE's nakedness. (BTW, just in case you are interested, I do post the Mrs.' pics on a couple of those websites for husbands who like to show their wives naked.)

MrsAE, whom I shall call Lynn in this series of stories, just to make things a bit easier, had come back with her fires stoked. (My name is Alan, btw.) Having all those men look at and fondle her naked body and then fucking Jonathon while I watched had brought out the naughtier of her many personalities. (She's a Gemini, remember?) At first, she had been a bit embarrassed to talk about it. She would dismiss my questions with a quick response and change the subject. But, when I talked to her during sex . . . now that was a different story. She obviously got quite turned on reminiscing about being naked in front of the other couples and our experience with public sex. But her best orgasms were reserved for the times when I described how she looked riding Jonathon's huge dick. 

After a month or so, she became quite comfortable with the experience and we talked of it more openly. When I asked if she wanted to do it again, she thought for a few seconds and said, "I loved all the playing. It might be fun to do that again. But, having sex with Jonathon was a one-time thing. We were away from home, my inhibitions were gone, and I just decided to go for it. Now that I know what it is like, it will never happen again."

I was ok with that. Never really got comfortable with the whole thing myself. Yeah, it was an amazing turn on to see her riding Jonathon. Watching that huge cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy. Watching her cum so hard. But, there was still that jealousy thing . . . I wasn't sure I wanted it to happen again, either. 

Ok, preliminaries out of the way, time to get on with filling you in on the events of the next few months.

Several years ago, we had begun visiting a nearby big city to visit a swingers club that we enjoyed. It was fun to get away from our small town and all the provincialism. We were both voyeurs and we loved watching the action in the club. We had several encounters with other couples. For instance, when one wife flashed her tits at me, Lynn got hers out. The other husband immediately locked his lips on her left nipple and I watched as she enjoyed his ministrations at the well lit table, immediately beside the dance floor. For the rest of the night, he regularly slid his hand down her blouse to play with her naked breasts. She seemed to enjoy his attention, but when they invited us to join them in their hot tub, she declined. This was before the trip, however.

The first time we visited the club, post-trip, about half way through the evening, we met an attractive couple about our age. (We are, remember, mature. Not old mind you, but old enough.) The wife, Donna, was lovely, tall, slim, and flirtatious. She was wearing a long white dress that left no doubt about her nakedness under the single garment. Lynn's very round figure fascinated the husband, Glenn. It was obvious, that he loved her big boobs and round ass by the way he fondled her on the dance floor. He liked the stark contrast to his own wife's figure. Lynn had worn a short skirt and a blouse open to her waist. Several times, I saw his hands slide in to hold her naked breasts as they danced. She was having a great time, just like on our trip. 

The night was full of potential. Lynn was enjoying the situation, similar to, but less naughty than Hedonism. She could play and not be pressured. She was in control. As the night wore on, she allowed Glenn's hands to roam freely.  

Late in the evening, I was dancing with Donna and Glenn was with Lynn, when we brought the girls together, face-to-face. There were maybe 40 other couples on the dance floor. Glenn had his hand inside Lynn's blouse and was pulling on her hard nipples. She was loving the attention and having everyone in the club see her enjoying herself. She had always enjoyed our visits to the club. She was often touched and fondled, but this was different. She wanted the people to look.

I was fondling Donna's smaller tits and nice round butt, although there was no real opening for me to slip my hand into. As we continued to dance, the girls began to fondle one another. Donna reached inside Lynn's blouse, opening it wide as she did so. Here were my wife's boobs, on display for everyone to see while another woman stroked her. Glenn then began to slide his hand down into the waistband of Lynn's skirt. This was something I had fantasized about. A crowed dance floor, her boobs openly displayed, another woman fondling and then sucking them, and the strange man's hand moving toward her bare pussy. Lynn was leaning back against Glenn, her bare breast thrust up and her eyes closed. She was very turned on and I was hard as a rock.

Not being able to touch Donna's bare skin was frustrating. I wanted to feel her. As if he knew what I was thinking, Glenn, unable to reach between Lynn's legs because of the tight waistband of her skirt, removed his hand and guided mine to lift Donna's dress. As I slid her dress up her long slim legs, Glen began to lift Lynn's short skirt. At first I felt a rush of panic. I knew that Lynn wasn't wearing any underwear and that if her skirt were lifted too far, her newly shaved pussy would be visible. However, that seemed to be exactly what she wanted. Very quickly, I had Donna's dress bunched around her waist, and I was looking at my wife with her ass and pussy similarly visible. Our girls both seemed to love having their assets on display. 

The crowd on the dance floor closed in around us, watching. I saw at least three other women with their dresses lifted to their waists and their pussies showing. Donna continued fondling Lynn's exposed breasts. Glenn was squeezing her bare ass as Donna allowed her hand to slip down to Lynn's naked pussy. Lynn, in turn, moved her hand between Donna's legs. Until now, the crowd had shielded us from the bouncers, who at this point, showed up to remind us this was an off-premise club and that we should cool down a bit. Hmmm, maybe I didn't want the action to stop, maybe I did. At least it created a break. The girls laughed and straightened their garments.

When the music changed, we walked back to our table. Glenn and I sat down, but Lynn and Donna stood next to us talking. I watched as Glenn began to stoke Lynn's leg. I was astonished to see her move her feet to spread her thighs. His hand disappeared under her skirt and she shivered as he touched her pussy, which everyone in the club had seen, just minutes before. It was the first time she had been touched there since Hedonism. Donna, who was whispering in her ear, moved her hands inside Lynn's blouse. It was a voyeur's dream. A crowed nightclub and my wife enjoying the attention of a couple we had just met. I was just sitting and watching. 

After a few moments (too few, damn it), the girls moved to sit with us at the table. Lynn sat by Glenn and Donna by me. Lynn's skirt rode high on her strong thighs and she spread her legs enough to give Glenn his first clear view between them. This was, indeed, a new Lynn. Glenn admired her nakedness for several seconds and then moved his hand to touch her again. Anyone who walked by would have a wonderful view of him stroking her pussy. Lynn just looked around to see who was watching, then closed her eyes, slumped a bit in the chair and enjoyed his fingers. I wasn't sure if she was comfortable that no one could see, or if she just didn't care. Oh, yeah!

Donna had also allowed her dress to ride up. I could see the tops of her thighs, and, when she noticed me looking and spread her legs to accommodate my view, her pussy. As I moved my hand under her dress she shivered slightly. I was stroking her slit and massaging her clit. She just sat there with her legs open and moved to my touch. If she wasn't enjoying my touch, she sure had me fooled. Then, she leaned over and whispered, "We should be naked and fucking." Donna was, obviously, not one to beat around the bush. Well, truth be told, she didn't have a bush to beat around.

As I mentioned earlier, I like the idea of Lynn playing around, but am still a bit uncomfortable with the idea of sharing her completely. One time could be considered a memorable experience. More than once was a lifestyle change. Did I want our comfortable life to change?  Hmmm, depended on which head was doing the thinking. People often told me I thought too much. So, I told her that I was unsure where Lynn stood on the idea. Yeah, yeah, call me chicken, but I just wasn't sure how I felt. She watched Lynn with her legs spread and Glenn moving his hand between them and said, "She looks like she is having fun so far." Indeed she did.

Donna leaned over and spoke to Lynn for several seconds. When she straightened, she also moved my hand from between her legs, pulled her dress down and stood up. 

"Time to go back to our place," she said. I looked at Lynn who without comment picked up her purse and headed for the door. My, my, now what? After twenty years of marriage, she had surprised me so many times in the last three months that I had lost count.

Damn, I was glad that guy on the plane had talked her into going to Hedonism . . .

(to be continued)

After the Trip Ch. 02



(Ok, so a couple of things have changed since I wrote the first installment of this story. Lynn read it, but not until after I had submitted it. She was less than excited about it. She had, more or less, liked the story about our trip. There were a few changes she might have made, but, overall, it was ok by her. However, the first installment of After the Trip was totally unacceptable. I won’t list her complaints, because her solution to the problem was for me to rewrite the first episode, this time with her guidance. Hmmm. So, what follows is the same story, this time told in the first person, from her perspective. Just to be clear, I wrote this, but she approved every word. Even after twenty years of marriage and the experiences in Hedonism, I am still surprised by what a naughty girl she is. She approved my saying that, btw.)

I want to start at the beginning. You can’t really understand everything, unless you start from the start, so to speak. 

For years, Alan had been after me to, how should I say it, broaden our sexual horizons. Shit, I am not going to be coy in writing this. He said he wanted to watch me fuck another man. He would bring the idea up a couple of times a year maybe. I really doubted that he was serious. I mean, I think he was in love with the fantasy, but unsure about the reality. I truly believed that even if the opportunity presented itself, he wouldn’t go through with it. He was NATO (No Action, Talk Only).

I grew up very traditionally. Very, very conservative father. I knew that nice wives didn’t fuck other men. I was a nice wife. So, for me, the choice was obvious. The simplest way to handle his suggestions was for me to make him feel guilty about not loving me enough to want me totally to himself. It would work for a few months. 

Ok, so I was really fascinated by the idea, I couldn’t let him know. Could I??? So, I would try to compromise with him. I let him take pictures of me naked and post them on those web sites he loved. At first I posed with my breasts bare but of course he wanted more. After a while, I was showing everything. I posed with my legs spread wide. I showed my pussy in its natural state, as well as completely shaved. I showed it wide open, wet and ready for all those guys who were looking . . . Ok, if I get off on that fantasy, I’ll never get this finished. So, I best get back to the story at hand. But, you get the idea. I always figured most wives in the world handled such things in the same or similar manner. Make them feel guilty. Tell them what perverts they are.

As a part of my mollification program, I also agreed to visit a swingers club. It was a big city, no one knew us, and I liked it. Better than I wanted to. It was really fun to sit and watch everyone being so naughty. I wanted to participate but I did not dare. Alan has already told you that I am a Gemini. Well, some of my personalities are pretty wild. Even after twenty years I haven’t told him all the things I did before we met. (Looks like I’ll have to fess up after I finish this story though.) I knew from experience the things of which I was capable, if I lost control of myself. I had sworn never to lose control again. So, the only way to deal with this was to draw a hard and fast line regarding sexual activity. I had to maintain control.

A few times at the club, I got a little rowdy. Let a number of guys (and girls) fondle my boobs and my ass through my clothes. Even got my girls out once, just to show that other woman that mine were bigger and prettier. But that was it. Truth is I was afraid that I would like being wicked. I love men. I love their attention. I want them to touch me. But, I am not sure I could say no, once I got started. So, good girls just don’t let things get started.

Then I met that guy on the plane. What Alan didn’t tell you (well, maybe he didn’t know until now) is that this guy was gorgeous. I mean drop dead gorgeous. Tall, tan, green eyes that looked at my legs and down my blouse at my cleavage. Looked like he had a sizeable package in his pants, too. He told me in glowing terms why we should go to Hedonism. He touched my leg as he spoke. Casually mentioned how good I would look on a nude beach. Damn, I’m getting damp just thinking about what was going through my mind that day. To say that I wanted to fuck him right there would not be untrue.

Ok, I’ll try to stay on topic better. You can see how men can affect me. And, I must admit, even though it lacks humility, that I affect men the same way. I have blonde hair and blue eyes. Big boobs. A big round ass. Great, strong, legs. Men come on to me. Almost all of them.

Anyway, we went to hedonism. What Alan left out of the story was my perspective and how it felt to be pursued by so many good-looking men. Being naked around them all day and then dancing with them feeling every part of my body at night. Over my clothes, under my clothes, my bare breasts and ass, and of course, my pussy. And, seeing and feeling all those hard dicks, well, that combination could drive a girl insane. And, of course, there was Jonathon. Alan did not exaggerate about his cock. Truly, I think it was bigger than the story lets on. It was fucking huge. (Getting excited again, just thinking about it. Can you tell?) I knew from the first time I saw it that I wanted it inside me. And Jonathon wanted me too. Oh man, did he want me. He must have told me twenty times how much he wanted to fuck me. He would slip his had between my legs, and finding my pussy wet, would tell me how he could fill me. Well, finally, I just couldn’t resist anymore. I had a physical ache, a sexual need that could be satisfied in only one way. 

My only problem was, as I mentioned above, I was pretty sure that Alan would not agree. Like I said, I thought he was all talk. So when I discussed this with Amy, she came up with the plan for Alan to fuck Julie and then he was trapped. He couldn’t say no, and I fucked Jonathon. And Jonathon fucked me. Oh man, did he fuck me. He fucked me with that huge pole between his legs. It was . . .there I go again, getting off the current subject once more. Let me say that I loved everything that happened on our trip. But, I came back swearing that it would never happen again. Good girls are allowed one mistake. But, not two.

Ok, back to the club, the first visit after we got back from Hedonism. 

We had been there for a while when Glenn and Donna came up to us on the dance floor. There was some happy grab ass and such and when the music changed, they asked if they could buy us a drink. Well, Glenn was cute, pretty nicely endowed, btw, and I could see that Alan liked Donna, so I said, “That would be fun.” We talked for a while and danced several times. Glenn was feeling me up pretty good. Both while we were dancing and at the table. He had fondled my ass and my boobs. Put his hand inside my blouse several times and played with my bare nipples. This was getting me turned on. I loved the attention. 

Alan seemed to be doing pretty well with Donna. She had on a dress that was sexy, but didn’t offer any opportunities for him to touch her naked body. Glenn on the other hand, seemed to have his hand in my blouse all the time. Even sitting at the table, he would gently open my blouse and play with my breasts. 

He was beginning to be more direct in what he said to me. Told me how much he loved playing with my breasts. How much he wanted to touch me in all my other private places. That sort of thing. He was rubbing my leg under the table, but the way we were sitting made it very difficult for him to get under my skirt. I did not want him to find out how wet my pussy was.

Then came that fateful dance. Donna and I were facing one another. Glenn’s hands were inside my blouse. Alan was squeezing Donna’s ass and watching Glenn play with my nipples. My husband was watching this man I had just met as he fondled my naked tits.  It was tantalizing. I felt my inhibitions fading. I was wet. I was hot. I was feeling frisky. I wanted to be naughty. Control was ebbing. 

Obviously, Donna could sense my feelings. She opened my blouse and put my tits on display to the whole crowd. Must have been a hundred people who could see my hard pink nipples. It was like an electric shock went through me. Glenn was trying to get his hand down my skirt. The waist was too tight, which was a shame, because by now, I wanted him to touch my wet pussy. (See, this is why I am so cautious. I get to a certain point and I lose control. I craved the exhibitionism and sexual excitement.) Anyway, when he couldn’t get his hand down my skirt, he began to lift the hem. Showing more and more of my legs. I knew what he was going to do. I could hardly wait. I had just shaved my pussy and all these people were going to see it. They were going to see Glenn raise my skirt and show my naked ass and pussy. I hardly breathed. I was in heaven. Ok, maybe not heaven, but I was somewhere . . .

Then, I felt the cool air between my legs. My skirt was around my waist. I knew that everyone could see how excited I was; they could see everything, my big boobs, my pink nipples, my naked, wet pussy. I knew the thigh high hose I was wearing framed my pussy, made me look even more naked. It was exhilarating. 

Alan was lifting Donna’s dress too. I watched as her thighs became more and more exposed. Her hem went above her stockings and I held my breath. And, then, there it was. Her pussy, exposed just as mine was. 

The music was going through me like a drug. I felt it in every part of my body. Dancing. Naked. Dancing naked. Glenn was mauling my ass. Slipping his fingers in the crack to tease my anus. Donna was squeezing and kissing my tits. She dropped her right hand between my legs and touched me. It was like there was a connection between all my private parts. When she touched my clit the bell went off. I didn’t really come, but I was experiencing that high that we all love. Not quite coming, but feeling . . . well feeling that indescribable feeling.  That feeling that we all love.

I reached out to touch her. I wanted her to share in my excitement. She was warm and wet. Her clit was distended and I had no trouble finding and stroking it. I had similar experiences at Hedonism, but this was more erotic. More exciting. Here, all the people watching were completely dressed and just she and I were exposed.

And, that was when the bouncer showed up. Maybe it was a good thing. I am quite sure that had we kept going, I would have let them strip me completely on the dance floor. Naked. Totally on display. Every man there could have touched me. Every woman too, for that matter. Looking back, I truly believe that if that bouncer hadn’t stopped us, I might just have fucked anyone who wanted me. Everyone who wanted me. Anyone and everyone.

It wasn’t the liquor, although we had a few drinks. It was that naughty side of me. One of those wicked personalities that I tried so hard to control. Sometimes, it just got the best of me.

After we straightened our clothes, we left the dance floor and went back to the table. I could see the tents in both guy’s pants. I loved it that I had caused them to get hard.

As we walked, Donna and I talked. “Guess we showed them,” she said. “Yeah, we showed them everything,” I laughed. As we were standing by the table enjoying our moment, I felt a hand on my legs. Not sure at first who was touching me, but not really caring, I parted my feet. My pussy was open for whomever it was to feel. When I discovered it was Glenn, I looked into his eyes as he moved up and over my thighs. Over the tops of my hose. Paused when he touched my bare flesh. I was looking directly in his eyes when he touched my pussy. Again, the feeling can only be described as electric. I shivered involuntarily. I looked at Alan, he was watching as Glenn stroked my opening. My legs were a bit weak and when Glenn very gently put his finger in me, I thought I would collapse. 

So, without thinking, I moved to sit down by him. Looking back, I didn’t really realize at the time that when I sat, I had pulled my skirt up almost to my waist. Leaving my wet swollen pussy open and fully on display. As Glenn looked I spread my legs a bit to show him everything. I wanted him to see me. Naked. Open. Wet. Excited. Again, his gaze caused that shock to run through me. This man was looking between my thighs. Staring at my naked pussy. We were in a public place and I was spread out and open for the world to see. He reached for me again, and I closed my eyes. His touch on my clit was heavenly. I was going to come. Right here, right now. 

Before I could climb the final height, Donna was whispering in my ear. “Why don’t we go back to our house where we can continue playing?” 

Without a word, I pulled my skirt down, picked up my purse and headed for the parking lot.

(To be continued)