5 comments/ 37325 views/ 5 favorites Heading to the Coast By: Fretless It was going to be the long weekend get away I had so looked forward to. Our plans were to spend a couple of days in Myrtle Beach, watching the ocean and enjoying the night life. But the drive from Nashville was too much for one day with me having to stay at the office until late that Friday afternoon. So I had planned for us to stop at the "HJ" in Knoxville along the way (more specifically, to check out "Babes" that I had read so much about). Brenda and I are empty nesters now. We're in our early 50's and both of us are carrying more weight on us than we need to. We're just a couple of happy old married pharts... This is also the second marriage for each of us with our 16th anniversary having passed a month ago. Sex has always been good between us. But I have always been the more adventurous. She has always been Ms. Conservative. Needless to say, I damn near fainted the day she flashed the truck driver on the way to a weekend retreat last year. After all my urging, she finally gave into taking a couple of steps on the wild side. After reaching the cabin, she even posed for a couple of partially nude photos that I could store on my desktop PC. But, back to this trip. The drive to Knoxville was even more than I anticipated it would be. She had already promised me that she would dress "naughty" for the drive. This translated to a sheer lacey top being worn under her button up blouse. And I made sure she had a huge mug of Long Island Ice Tea (her drink of choice) to "relax" her inhibitions. Before we were 10 miles out of Nashville, the blouse was unbuttoned. 30 miles later, it was opened full with breasts totally exposed, other than being covered by the sheer lacey top. She would pull her blouse together when passing passenger cars and pick up trucks...but anything over two axles got one hell of a show. An hour and an empty mug later, even the sheer top was pulled down for a totally unencumbered view of her rosy pink nipples. When she felt really bold, she would run the tip of her index finger across the nipples to bring them standing tall and direct the attention of the trucker to the exact location of the show. She had my cock as hard as a rock. By the time we made it to the hotel, I had three hours of constant pre-cum flow clinging to my groin. I was freaking soaked. I'm glad I was wearing dark jeans or I would have gotten some stares. I got us into the room and I made for her. She kissed me back as passionately as I gave to her. I reached into her still unbuttoned blouse and she stopped me. "I promised you I would show off for the drive. You promised me dinner and dancing after we got here." Yep...that I did. I was not about to complain or protest. She had put on the kind of show that fantasies are made of. And I wasn't about to give her an out for not doing it again sometime. We settled our bags and took off to find a nice restaurant. To my surprise, she had left the blouse unbuttoned to just below where her breast rested against her chest. "Do you like?" she asked after catching me lusting at the view. "Oh, yeah..." "You told me once that providing a tease might get us better service when we have a male waiting our table." "Right, again. But don't forget there may be some ladies interested in that view, too." I replied. "Don't push your luck. I've told you there is no way that is going to happen." She said, giving me that hint of a warning look. She didn't have to tell me twice. "I know...just teasing." We found a steak house about a half mile from the hotel and as luck would have it, our waiter turned out to be a guy in his early twenties...with sharp eyesight. She kept leaning forward in the seat so that her blouse gaped open in the right place. I don't think he ever saw far enough inside to see her nipples, but it was the best service we had gotten in a restaurant in a long, long time. The water glasses seemed to get refilled every five minutes. The guy was damn near stumbling over himself to take care of "us". Then, Brenda did something totally out of the blue after finishing our dinner and getting ready to leave. It was a mean trick to pull on the guy (both of us for that matter), but she was having fun...and I wasn't going to get in the way. She wrote her name and phone number on a napkin and gave it to the guy as we got up. Then she said to him, "If you are ever in Little Rock, give us a call. We might have some fun together." I know that guy walked around with a boner the rest of the night. And after we got outside she explained the rest of her game. "I've told you there is no way I will ever go for that either. But I wanted to see the look on your face while you were thinking I might take you up on that threesome fantasy." "I guess that explains why you said 'Little Rock'..." "And the name on the napkin is "Lisa" while the phone number is to City Hall in Jackson, Mississippi, where I worked 20 years ago. I seriously doubt that he knows all four area codes in Tennessee much less recognize that the area code I wrote down is not the area code in Little Rock, Arkansas." She said as she filled in the last few blanks for me. "That was cruel...but I loved every moment of it. Do you have any idea how sexy you are?" And I was absolutely sincere about that. She gave me that little mischievous grin she often gives me and blew me a kiss. Little did I know, my night was just beginning... ***** We got back to our room and got ready for some dancing and drinks in the hotel lounge downstairs called "Babes". Funny how getting older makes you appreciate not having far to crawl after you've had a few and knowing that having that luxury also affords you to have a few more than you normally would. Of course, for me, getting ready was over and done when we first checked in. I would brush my hair on the way out of the room, but that's all I really needed to do. For Brenda, this occasion called for a complete change of clothes. As always, her suitcase was perfectly organized so that all she had to do was open, grab, close and go. No rummaging through looking for anything...she knows exactly where everything is. It would take me hours to plan how to pack a suitcase for an overnight stay, and she can pack for a two week vacation in fifteen minutes. When she emerged from the bathroom a little while later, she simply took my breath away. This conservative Southern lady, the original poster child for "Prudish International", had my heart racing. There she stood in heels, sheer black nylons (if they had been fishnet, I would have fainted on the spot), a short black skirt (well, not really short, but above the knees anyway) and the PlayMate blouse I had bought for her as a gift on her last birthday. It is a long sleeve blouse, black with a deep, deep "V". In fact, where it comes together is just barely above where the top of her skirt is at. And it is not a tight fitting blouse, but just loose enough to be daring. One of those that with just the right turn of her body, she might expose the areola of her breast. "Hot" doesn't do justice as a description for it. She looked embarrassed when I first gave it to her this past November...now she looked nothing short of stunning and bold. "Pick your jaw up off of the floor, brush your hair and let's go" she said. At least she broke the trance I had fallen into. "I'm ready Babe." I did still need to brush my hair, though. We got downstairs and found a table near the middle of the room, a comfortable distance from the band stand in case they got too loud for our old phart eardrums. We waited a few minutes and realized that while the room was not packed by any means, the number of waitresses working the tables was still far short of what would be needed to expect regular service. "Well", I said to her, "I guess this will be like the first whore house I opened when I got out of school." "Self service?" Brenda answered me. "Absolutely." I stood up to make for the bar. "Long Island Ice Tea, my Darling?" "Of, but of course. And please don't dilly dally. Ladies of culture, such as myself, aren't accustomed to being neglected." I got to the bar just about the time the band made it's way to the stage. I had no idea what kind of music they intended to play, but they looked to be thirty-ish, maybe even early forty-ish...so chances were good it would be music we had heard before. And something I could make my two left feet dance to. "What'll you have, Bo?" "Two Bud Lites and a Long Island Ice Tea, please." No, there was no third in the party, I just rarely leave a beer in front of me long enough to get warm anyway, and a one-two punch right now, right off the bat, might loosen me up enough to get me on the dance floor, where my presence has already been dictated. "Coming up." I hadn't noticed before, but this gal behind the bar has really got it going. A damned fine beauty. I surveyed the rest of the bar while I had the moment to do so. It was a mixed crowd, but definitely not a young crowd. If anything, it was about a 50/50 split between people our age and the early end of the 30's group. I had expected more younger people with Knoxville being the college town that it is famous for, but I guess their party was elsewhere for tonight. "Here you go." I thanked her and paid her. After placing the change in my billfold, I picked up the drinks, stole a swig from mine and headed back to Brenda. About two steps back into my stride, Brenda turned in her chair and opened her legs toward me. "Sheyit!" I stumbled and spewed the sip of beer I had taken from one of my bottles. Brenda was not wearing panties. In fact, the black nylons turned out to be thigh highs. The house lights had still not been turned fully down for dancing, so I had a clear shot of that gorgeous semi-shaved pussy of hers. And she thought my reaction was the funniest thing since the "Blazing Saddles" campfire scene. I had managed to only slosh a little bit of her drink, and most of that was still on my shirt sleeve. I put down the drinks and sat down beside her. She was still grinning between chuckles. Now, I needed a drink. Oh yeah...I had two right in front of me. "Finally! After all these years, I have you speechless!" Now she was rocking back and forth with her laughs. And she was right. What the hell to do you say to seeing your wife flash her pussy in a night club when she had told you to "go to hell" when you suggested she flash her tits at the band playing on the beach in Panama City while on vacation four years ago. I don't know what has happened to change her, but I really, really like it. ***** It only took three ice cold Bud Lites to get me on the floor. Slow song first...then I worked up to the old time rock and roll faster songs. Shaking my uncoordinated ass the best I could. Another slow song and it was drink time again. I made my way to the bar and then I met Gary. He waited until I had made my order before introducing himself and starting the exchange of pleasantries. "That was quite a show your wife put on earlier." Damn...It hadn't even occurred to me that others saw that. I was so taken back that she had shown it to me in public that I had blocked out the rest of the room. "Yes...Surprised the hell out of me." Gary laughed. "Yep...I noticed that, too." Now I was the one embarrassed. "She has been rather full of surprises today." Gary turned and studied the room. He looked to be in his 50's as well. A good mix of gray and in his otherwise dark brown thinning hair. Not quite as tall as me, but also wearing a pant size neither of us would be proud of. "I noticed you two are non smokers. Eva and I are also. Why don't you two join us over here near the corner. This club will fill up in just a while and we both may end up with guests at our tables that might make the night a little less enjoyable." This actually sounded like a pretty good idea and he seemed very likable. "Sure. I'll grab Brenda and we will be over." Brenda was good with this also. I led her over and introduced her to Gary. He in turn introduced us to Eva. Eva turned out to be quite a doll herself. Shoulder length light brown hair, about Brenda's size, except Eva had Brenda by two cup sizes in the bra department at least. And not a hint of anything to suggest they were anything other than mother nature's gift to her. She wore a sleeveless, kind of halter top dress...but it had a back to it that was slit from thee base of the neck to the top of her hips. Not what you find at WalMart, for sure. Her legs were bare of nylons of any kind and she wore the kind of heels that look impossible to walk in, much less dance in. Yet, I soon found out how graceful she could be in them. The ladies hit it off very nicely. Gary and I talked shop. He had been interested in engineering coming out of high school, but opted for the Air Force instead. He was now recently retired after serving for 30 years. I was just the opposite. My father had been career Army and when I got out of high school, I wanted anything but to salute some snot nosed lieutenant that couldn't pour piss out of a boot with the instructions written on the bottom. I had barely noticed two songs had played since we sat down and Brenda was now punching me to recognize this as one of her favorite slow songs starting. Time to dance. "So how did you two meet?" she asked as she put her arms around me. "Oh...I was at the bar watching TV. He asked me if I saw the news story about a woman flashing her pussy in a local night club." "Oh...God" she said as she buried her head against my chest. My turn to chuckle. "Don't be embarrassed. He also told me that we would probably see a lot of that in here. It seems this is kind of the "Bourbon Street" of Tennessee. He said it started years ago with the college girls but has gradually matured as time has gone by. So we should feel right at home." She relaxed a little after that. No doubt a good time to get some more Long Island Ice Tea inside her. I sure don't want the party to end early tonight. "Did he really see my...see me flash you?" she asked as we started back toward the table. "Well, either he saw you or he just won the lottery. That's the only other thing that would make a guy smile as much as he is doing." It didn't take the ladies long to get back into conversation. Brenda lightened up again after a while. True to Gary's prediction, we had all seen a couple of thirty-something beauties lift their shirts in the past fifteen minutes. And Brenda now no longer felt like the star attraction and was totally at ease once again. Mercifully, neither of the women were anxious to have us "cut a rug" to the rock stuff the band had been playing. And it depended on how juicy the gossip was for them to break long enough to want a slow dance from us. But after about 20 minutes of talk, a slow song started and we (Gary and I) both knew it was time to slide the chairs back and offer our hands. But this time was a little different. Gary asked "Do you mind if I share this dance with Brenda?" "No...not at all. Just as long as I can escort your lovely bride to the floor." "By all means!" He replied. So Gary took Brenda by the hand and led her to one corner, I took Eva by the hand and went to the other side of the floor. There was no reserve in Eva's embrace. She pulled herself close to me as we danced. Her breasts felt so inviting against my chest. And I sure enjoyed the little peek I could get looking down on them. I also would sneak a peek across the floor once in a while to see how it was going with Brenda. She, never having met a stranger, was making small talk as they danced. And she seemed to be having a good time. I know I was. And if Eva got any closer, I was going to be walking back to the table with an erection. This was just the first of many times that we danced with each other's wife. In fact, looking back at it now, we never danced with our own wife again the rest of the night. And each time we danced, it was always a little more comfortable. Somewhere around midnight, Gary spotted a couple they had know for some time and he and Eva both went over to chat with them for few minutes. After getting fresh drinks for out table, I asked Brenda if she was having a good time. "Yes...Yes, I am." Her eyes were beginning to glaze just a bit. Time to thin down the Long Island Ice Tea. And after a little pause, she continued... "Gary got a hard on the last time we danced." "Well, you do have that affect on men, you know. I can't say I blame him one bit. Were you offended by it?" "No. I guess I just wasn't expecting it." "Well, you should. You're a hot, sexy lady. You make erections very easy to come by. No pun, intended." She laughed. "And if I'm not mistaken..." I knew I was going out on a limb here, but what the fuck. Nothing ventured, nothing gained... "I think I noticed you with a couple of very erect nipples when you came back to the table a few minutes ago." Oops...That probably came out a little more harsh than it should. I had better come out with something else quick... "And, Brenda, it's nothing to be ashamed of or embarrassed about. It's just natural. Physical attractions are just that. Physical. We both see people every day that appeal to us in a sensuous way, but we always keep it locked inside ourselves." "It doesn't bother you that I just had a hard dick rubbed against me and that it excited me?" I couldn't tell if her question was pointed or innocent. What to say?...I'll take "How to piss off your wife for $500, Alex... "Brenda. Baby...No, it does not bother me. In fact, I have to admit it excites me too. And not that I've got Eva pressing her double "D" cups into my chest. It excites me to see you turning on and also turning someone else on." Time to take a drink... "Maybe I am just the old pervert you've always teased me about being." One more swallow, what the hell... "But I am very secure in knowing we have something that can't be pulled apart. And I know you are always going to be beside me, no matter what." "Gary tried to kiss me during that last dance." "Well...if you want to, kiss him back. But only if it is something you want to do." I had just finished that line when the two of them came back from their across the room visit. Gary thanked me for having the fresh drinks ready. He went on to tell me a little about the other couple and how they had met here several months ago. It finally occurred to me to ask him "Do you two live around here? I had just been assuming all this time." "We actually live up in Caryville, about 45 minutes north of here. But every now and then, we come here live it up for the weekend. We'll get a room so we can party hardy, sleep it off the next morning and then spend Sunday afternoon just browsing the town." "Sounds like a hell of a good plan to me." Brenda and Eva were locked in conversation once again. Gary then said "Ladies, will you excuse Dave and myself for a moment. I want to introduce him to one of my Air Force buddies who works here now." Brenda and Eva were so far into whatever they were talking about that I'm not sure they noticed us leaving. If they did, they probably figured we were going back to the bar for more drinks. Gary led me outside the lounge where we could talk without shouting to be heard. "Dave, I have a question for you...and I hope you won't think me way out of line." "Shoot it to me..." I had to admit, this guy was calm, cool and collected... "Do you and Brenda ever swing?" "Oh, hell...I thought you were going to ask me something hard to answer." I had hoped for some humor in that response to break the sudden wall of ice that had formed. "Actually, we never have. I have suggested some wild things to her before, but she passed on them flatly." Heading to the Coast I could tell he was being very cautious in his next question. "Would you like to tonight?" I studied him for a few moments. "Gary, I would like to very much. I would very much like to see Brenda give in to a momentary passion. I would very much like to see her enjoying sex for what it is... Not to mention that I wouldn't mind some time with your wife either...but that isn't the issue." Geezus Cryst this was a conversation I never expected to have. "I understand she refused a kiss a few minutes ago." He smiled that sheepish smile of getting your hand caught in the cookie jar. "Yes, she did. But, I also felt like she was opening up a little bit too. It seemed she go more relaxed with me getting closer to her with each time we danced." Another pause... "Did she tell you she flashed the band during our last dance?" "WHAT?! AND I MISSED IT?!" Goddammit! Four years after getting cussed out for asking her to do it and she does it and I don't see it! "Whoa, Hoss! It was just a quick little 'peel back the vee, quick peek of nipple, and turn the other way' kind of thing." Well, in all honesty, we hadn't had much time to talk and I'm sure she would have said something about it. "Gary, try to kiss her again. If she gets into it, maybe she will consider something more. It's up to her, though. I'm not going to push her." "That's fair. And that's the right way to look at it." "And which one of us poor sonsofbitches is going to pop that question on her?" I knew it sure as hell wasn't going to be me. I still have to live with her after tonight. "Actually, Eva is probably talking to her about it right now." I couldn't tell if the night was falling apart of just starting. I knew it was time for another beer. How many had I had already? It would be just my luck to have sleepover guests and I wouldn't be able to fuck for needing to piss every five minutes. ***** As foretold to me, when we got back to the table it was obvious that Eva and Brenda had been talking some really deep shit. Brenda's eyes were probing me for an answer. I wish I knew what her question was. Actually, I wish I didn't know what her question was. Gary was called to by someone at the bar as we came back inside, so he was tending to that conversation. And Eva excused herself to the lady's room as I sat down. "So, I gather you've been asked for a date?" That was the best way I could think of to start this round. "Yes...so it would seem." Brenda looked down into her drink, lifted it, and damn near chugged the half glass that remained. "You might want to get me another one of these." "I will." Mine was empty too, for that matter. "Brenda, I don't know what to say. You know me and you know this is one of those fantasies that I have always had. I never really expected it to happen, though." "It hasn't happened, yet." "No, it hasn't. It is going to be your call. If you don't want it, I stand beside you. If you do want it, I'll still be beside you." Goddammit, not a good time to joke. I made my way to the bar. I got drinks for Brenda and myself. I saw Gary, raised my eyebrows and shrugged my shoulders. He acknowledged and I went back to the table. Eva had made it back by then also. Gary tagged along not to far behind me. As luck would have it, a slow song started. Brenda grabbed my hand and stood beside me. "Do you love, me? Do you love me unconditionally?" She asked. "Yes. I always have. And I always will." And with that, she left me and took Gary by the hand and walked to the dance floor with him. Eva was by my side in just seconds. "Let's go, handsome." Eva told me. We weren't far from Gary and Brenda. Eva asked me what I thought about the proposal. I told her my reservations concerning Brenda's willingness to go along with it. Eva looked over in the direction of Brenda and Gary and said "Well, maybe she is going to surprise you again." My eyes followed her gaze. Gary and Brenda were locked in a passionate kiss. "And as for you, Dave...I want that tongue inside me." She pulled my face toward hers. There was a fire in her kiss. I felt her press her breasts hard against me as she pulled my tongue into her mouth further. I don't know what fueled my erection faster. Seeing Brenda kiss Gary, or having this sex goddess in my arms wanting me. There were no more dances for the night. ***** Gary gave me their room number. He and Eva went ahead of us. I settled my tab with the bar and Brenda and I were on our way upstairs. We didn't talk at all during the walk to Gary's room. Personally, I was afraid that anything I might say would change her mind about doing this. But at the same time, I was still in awe that Eva, whom she had known only four hours, had been able to convince her to do this when I had been dropping hints for years. Which brought me to the need of pinching myself and making sure this was really happening. What changed her mind? I know that she had been overly flirtatious all day since leaving Nashville, but what had gotten her amorous enough to consider this? We stopped outside Gary and Eva's door and she asked, "Are you absolutely sure you want this?" "Yes." No need to coy about it now. "And do you want it?" "I've never had sex just for the sake of having sex. Recreational?...Is that what they call it?" She was honest in her response. Her eyes were distant and she avoided my gaze. Her father was a pastor of a church. So she was brought up with certain values and one of those being that sex was forbidden outside of marriage...and yada, yada, yada. "Sheltered" is the word to describe it. "Yes, Brenda. That is all it is. Sex. Something physical. Something to be enjoyed, but not something to build life long relationships on. Not that it can't also be an important part of a relationship..." And then the strangest urge came over me. It was like an epiphany. There on the second floor balcony, I raised her skirt. She looked at me and squatted just a bit to give me access to her vagina. I felt her pussy. She was soaked. She raised her eye brows at me. "What did you expect, cowboy? We wouldn't be outside this room if I weren't having some fun myself." Time to end this conversation while I'm ahead. I knocked on the door. Eva answered. She was already in a teddy. It was sheer and red with a hint of lace. She ushered us in and closed the door behind us. To Brenda, she gave a quick kiss on the cheek. Then she took my hand and led me to the near side of the king sized bed. Gary was at the back of the room making drinks. He had gotten as far as taking his shoes off, but that was it. Gary was lifting a drink for Brenda, which she took from him while slipping off her heels. Eva grabbed my drink and hers and made her way to me. There wasn't much beating around the bush with her. She was geared up for some hot sex and saw no reason to waste time. Gary had tuned the radio to the local easy listening station and turned it down to where it was just barely noticeable background noise. My shoes were off, my drink and Eva's drink on the night stand beside the bed...and Eva was guiding me to a lying down beside her kind of position and kissing me all the while. Her hands had made their way to unbuttoning my shirt and pulling it out of my pants. I reached down to open my belt, but her hand was already there working the buckle. Damn, she was far better at this than I ever got with trying to undo the hooks on bras. Especially with just one hand while my other hand was fondling a breast. With what seemed like a single swift motion, she had my belt undone, pants unbuttoned and zipper all the way open. I glanced past Eva to see Gary pulling Brenda's shirt over her head and off of her arms. He dropped her shirt to the floor and went for her skirt. Brenda had already starting sliding it down from her hips. She now stood naked except for having the sheer black thigh-highs on. Those never came off. Gary had taken his shirt off while Brenda stepped out of her skirt. She ran her hands across his chest and... "Hey, big guy..." Eva's voice broke the trance I had fallen into watching Brenda. "Don't forget about me." "Sorry...I was kind of distracted." "I hope this erection is for me." Eva said as she grabbed my cock and squeezed it hard. I hadn't even noticed she had gotten my briefs down to my knees. "It is, sweetie." And with that, she raised up from beside me, pushed my pants and briefs to the floor, and on her way back up, she put my cock in her mouth. Her tongue was lapping at my shaft...then the head... She was sucking the precum into her mouth and relishing it. I gazed back to Brenda and saw her pulling Gary's mouth to hers with her left hand while she stroked his hard on with her right hand. He was longer than me. Damn it. But I had him on girth. "Beer can dick" was what one former girlfriend called me. Brenda had Gary's precum on her hand and she brought it to her mouth and started licking her fingers. I unloaded into Eva's mouth. Oh, shit. And Eva was swallowing every drop she could suck out of me. When it was clear that I had spent that load, she started to chuckle lightly and she pulled herself up beside me again. "Don't be embarrassed. Gary only lasted two minutes the first time we swapped...And I think I might be able to bring you around for some more fun." "I'm sorry." "Don't be." She kissed me. "You can work a little magic on me while you regroup yourself." I didn't have to be told twice. I pulled the teddy off of her shoulders and made my way to her breasts. My god, they were firm. I don't know how she kept them so well, but they were works of art. Her nipples stood like erasers. "My nipples want you to kiss them." They were dark brown with large areolas. I enjoyed sucking on them. I enjoyed it immensely. The taste...the feel of them in my grasp. Eva was moaning lightly. I ran my right hand down to her pussy and slid the G-string off of her hips. She was dripping, she was so wet. The moaning was heavier now. I let my fingers play for a moment and then made my way down to kiss this goddess where it would really count. Like most plus size women, she had a natural camel toe down there. The skin surrounding her pussy was as soft as a baby's butt. No doubt, it was shaved within the last 24 hours. A quick glance on the way down and I saw Brenda was on her knees sucking Gary's cock, taking about half his shaft into her mouth. She was enjoying herself. I was beginning to wonder though, if they were going to fuck standing up or eventually take the other side of the bed. Back to the business at hand. Eva's pussy was sooo sweet. I would have to get Brenda to ask her for her recipe. Again, not a good time to joke. I almost giggled with that thought. I had already embarrassed myself enough for one night. My tongue was doing its work. I pulled her pussy lips into my mouth and sucked. Eva was beginning to buck against me. I pulled tighter against her and she was starting to shake. Her orgasm was massive. She shot a stream into my mouth that caught me by surprise. I had seen internet videos of women that could shoot cum like that, but this was my first real experience with it. I held my mouth fast to her pussy until she pushed me away with her hands. I crawled back beside her and kissed her. "Didn't take you long to cum either." She looked at me and smiled. She was still trying to catch her breath. She closed her eyes and rolled over against me. Gary and Brenda had just made it to the bed. Brenda was lying across the foot of the bed, her ass near the far edge. Gary was standing by the bed and fucking her hard. He grasped Brenda's legs just above her ankles. The strokes were harder but controlled. Brenda was playing with her nipples. She would grab a handful of tit, then roll the nipple between her thumbs and middle fingers. She pulled on them...squeezed them...rolled them...licked at them. I heard the first trill. It was the sound that always told me she was close to cumming. Gary was reading her like a book. He concentrated on sliding his cock against her clit. Another trill. Gary's strokes were slower but more forceful. Brenda raised up on her elbows. The moaning had started. Gary put the cock in high gear and fucked her fast. Brenda screamed. Her orgasm was intense. Gary continued to stroke inside her. Brenda fell back against the bed. Moaning and gasping now. Gary held his load until Brenda's climax had passed. He shot off inside her, emptying the majority of his semen. He pulled out and used his hand to pump the last little squirt of cum onto her belly. He was spent. During all of the excitement, I had barely noticed I was fully erect once more. Well, I hadn't noticed, but Eva had. She rolled me over to my back. She kissed me deeply, pulling my tongue into her mouth, then pushing hers into mine...exploring me. She sat up and mounted me. Brenda saw that Gary was about to lie down beside her, so she scooted up farther toward the center of the bed. She was within my reach now. I felt her hand just above my left knee. I looked past Eva and saw Brenda returning my gaze. She winked at me as Gary lay beside her. Her little mischievous grin let me know that she moved mainly to get out of the wet spot. But, there was more to the look in her eyes. It was that "I'll tell you later" look. Eva was riding me like mad. The pace of her slow humping had quickened, but she was by no means overexerting herself. The way she maneuvered on my cock was pure ecstasy. I could feel her pussy lips pulling on me as she rose, and then her clit on the top of my shaft as she rode me back down. This woman was, other than Brenda, the most incredible lover I had ever known. Brenda was moving again. She was crawling up beside me. I saw her open her legs to Gary and I saw Gary bury his face into Brenda's pussy. I watched as he began licking the inside of her right thigh...then to the inside of her left thigh. Instead of going back to the clit as I expected him to, he slipped his hands underneath Brenda's ass and lifted her slightly. Gary was giving Brenda's bum a tongue lashing. From Brenda's expression, I could tell Gary had just used his tongue to penetrate Brenda's ass. This was something Brenda didn't care to give, but she never backed away from receiving. Brenda was in heaven. She rolled over slightly toward me and her face was resting against my left arm. She kissed my arm lightly. Her breathing was slow and deep again. Then she reached up to cup Eva's right breast in her hand. I watched as she fondled her. Eva didn't resist. In fact, Eva's smile only broadened. Brenda's face was only inches from Eva's boob. Then closer...Now, Eva's nipple was in Brenda's mouth. Eva had leaned over slightly toward Brenda to give her easier access to it. Brenda began sucking on the nipple harder. The lady on top of me began to cum. Her ride slowed and then I felt her tighten against my cock. And then the flood of cum juice washed over me. So warm... Eva collapsed on top of me. Brenda had returned to just holding Eva's boob and was settling back for an orgasm of her own. Gary had returned the tongue to the clit and the action was hitting home. There was the first trill. A couple of long hard breaths and then the second trill. Eva had collected herself and slid over me just enough to find Brenda's right nipple and start sucking on it. Eva pulled at Brenda's nipple with her teeth and then teased it with her tongue. Brenda arched upwards and was cumming again. No scream this time, just long hard moans of pure delight. Watching her cum again like that was overwhelming. She wasn't prone to multiple orgasms...but she wasn't immune to them either. Maybe twice a year our love making would get feverish enough to induce a second (and only once in my memory, a third) climax. Gary had worked the magic once more. Eva now was remembering that I had a hard dick waiting for attention. She was moving down to give me head once again when Brenda stopped her. "I want my husband to fuck me now." And her eyes were pleading for me to get inside her. Eva kissed my cock and motioned for me to follow orders. I had expected Gary to be going at it again, but a quick glance on my way to Brenda told me he had enjoyed himself already. He was content now to be the onlooker. Brenda pulled me to her. We kissed. She reached for my cock and began stroking it. "I want that load. It belongs to me..." I slid inside her. This was a first for me, going in behind another man. I would probably not relish that thought later, but for now, my wife was wanting me to fuck her...and fuck her was exactly what I intended to do. Her eyes kept pulling me in. My strokes were effortless but forceful. Each thrust of my cock sent ripples through her breasts as they rocked back and forth with the motion. Brenda put her hands behind my neck...her eyes still piercing. I felt the back of her heels dig into the back of my thighs as she pulled me into her...spurring me on to fuck her harder. Eva was lying on her side next to Brenda, just smiling and enjoying the show. She was lightly playing with herself as she watched us. I thought this was the first cue Gary had missed tonight. He ought to be on top of his wife giving it to her as well...but his absence from the bed was deliberate. Brenda would tell me later that Gary was masturbating while watching us, but he wasn't my immediate attention for now. I felt Brenda's pussy tighten against my cock. She was going to cum again. Her eyes still fixed on me. The feeling excited me more. I felt my cock reach that rigid stage of hardness just before exploding. Brenda felt it too. A loud, hard trill and then...I couldn't tell who shot who first. Even through 16 years of marriage, and a couple of years of playing around prior to that, we rarely came together. This was the ultimate orgasm of my life. Her eyes never left me. I was trembling so hard that the entire bed was shaking. Brenda smiled. In between her short breaths she asked "You gonna...be alright...cowboy?" "I've never... felt better." And that was the truth if I had ever told it. I was no longer able to support myself on my hands and knees so I just kind of crumpled into a heap next to Brenda. Eva was still fingering herself, but it was obvious now that she was just riding that last wave she had earlier and not trying to make herself cum again. "That was quite a show you two." "Thanks..." I somehow managed to mumble. Eva got up and got each of us a glass of ice cold orange juice. "No vodka in these...I promise. This will help keep your knees under you when you stand up." She was right. We were both weak as newborn kittens. "Welcome to the life style called 'Swinging' my friends...my lovers." Eva added. It was strange to be lying around naked in front of two people whom you had met only hours ago, but we were obviously comfortable with them. And they with us. A check of the time revealed it was 3:30 in the morning. Brenda was first to get up. She stepped into her skirt and pulled it up. Gary handed her blouse to her. I was into my pants and decided that my shirt didn't need to be buttoned and my shoes could be carried back to the room with me. I doubted that we would meet that many people between here and our room about eight doors down. Brenda gave Gary a light kiss on the cheek...and the same for Eva...as we made our way out. For me, I shook hands and hugged Gary, the way two brothers would. For Eva, the kiss was a little more passionate than a quick peck, but nothing serious. "Thank you, both...for everything." I told them as I left. "Thank you, lover." Eva replied. And with that, the door closed behind us. ***** We somehow managed to stir and pack before check out later that morning. It wasn't easy though. We both could have easily managed another four hours sleep. But, we were out of the parking lot and after a quick stop for a mid-day breakfast, we were on our way to Myrtle Beach. Heading to the Coast "Care for soda?" I asked Brenda as we pulled onto the I-40 entrance ramp. "Sure...sounds good." I reached behind the seat and fished out a couple of cold drinks from the cooler. "There was something you were going to tell me last night...this morning...whenever it was." Actually, it seemed like a distant dream already. "Mmmm..." I had caught her off guard a little, but it came to her. "Oh. I was just going to compliment you." "Me?" "He was longer than you...which you obviously had to notice." I had. And damn it...I didn't need to be reminded of that. "Yes." I replied. "Well...you're a lot thicker, and I like that a lot more. You don't have to try as hard to hit the right places. You just kind of fit right in there." "Thank you. I guess. Still, it would be nice to have more to brag about." "You don't need any more." She paused for a moment. "First time I had ever heard the expression 'Beer Can Dick' though. That was what I was going to tell you. Gary mumbled that to me about you when he saw you undress." After that was a long moment of silence. Brenda was clearly reflecting on the activities of last night. "I can't believe we did that." She said to me. "I know. We were both there, but it seems so surreal now. Like we were there but watching someone else do it." She looked at me. An almost puzzled look. And then that mischievous little grin curled the corner of her lips. "No...not that. I meant, I can't believe we walked out of the room without me putting on a bra this morning." And with that, she lifted her shirt and juggled her boobs at the truck we were passing. We were officially on our way to Myrtle Beach. But that is a tale to tell next time...