7 comments/ 22006 views/ 15 favorites On The Road Ch. 01 By: OzmanA Deby and I hadn't been able to have a honeymoon at the time of our marriage due to a precarious financial situation, but thirteen years later we found it possible due to a job in the tropical north for my employer. My parents were overjoyed to take the kids for the period so we decided to fly up there, complete my contracted task and dawdle back along the coast in a rented mobile home. I had six weeks' paid leave owing to me and could use it all if I wished to do so. My client was one Norman Searle, fiftyish, who looked a lot like an older Steve Reeves from those epic old swords and sandals movies. He and his wife Veronica, a statuesque, chestnut-haired woman with a spectacular, dark tan, took us out to dinner the evening we arrived. Despite the fact that she had thickish ankles and broad calves and creases on each side of her mouth, her upper arms were still firm and her neck smooth. My sitting across the table from Ronnie was quite disconcerting as she was a very self-confident person who looked directly into one's eyes and her big bust was unfettered beneath the soft, white fabric of her bodice. When she turned to the waitress I saw it all, including a swollen, chocolate-brown nipple. My wife Deby, who at 31 is still gorgeous after two births, looked quite ordinary by comparison, but I suppose that's the difference in effect of a high hemline beside a long-sleeved trouser suit. She'd had always been very physically modest, still played competitive basketball at just below elite level, but found it rather uncomfortable to wear the increasingly revealing outfits, particularly the new, figure-hugging shorts-costume. Maternity had broadened her lovely bottom and softened her large, conical, rubbery boobs, not to the point of pendulous sagginess, but to feeling comfortable and, to me anyway, extremely sexy. I'd have rather liked her to wear something like Ronnie's short, silky cocktail dress without a bra, but she'd never hear of it. She'd look good in it as she often used a solarium to maintain a tan as required by her team sponsors. I hoped that she and Ronnie might spend some time together and that some of the other's more liberal dress sense should rub off on my spouse, but I wouldn't hold my breath in waiting. Deby's team mate Carol is a serious raver and I suspect that her implicitly adulterous hints get to be realized with other blokes, but makes suggestions to us to see me squirm and her blush. Unfortunately Deby finds her friend's ideas to be fanciful, although I'd reckon that they're much more real than she wants to believe and would gladly introduce my love-wand to Carol's passion-pouch for a bit of casual, recreational sex. However, despite Deby's being a bit more amused than offended by Carol's propositions, it'll never be. Over lunch the following day, Norm explained that he and Ronnie were into swinging with a group of like-minded friends around town. He told me this to obviate future embarrassment which I might suffer on suddenly hearing it during the course of either Deby or I being propositioned by one of those friends who assumed we knew. I explained our prudish upbringing to him and that we didn't even engage in oral sex, let alone the other, more liberated activities, so any propositioner was placing himself in danger of at least severely bruised shins. I told him about Carol. "I'd enjoy nothing more than a bout of swinging sex with her," I told him sadly, "but Deby would kick me out if she found out about it." "You might be surprised," chuckled Norm. "Tell her about Ronnie and I and see what happens." "Most likely she'll refuse to have anything to do with you," I said quite sincerely. "The fundamentalist, protestant beliefs are deeply ingrained in her mind. Very straight and very unforgiving." "You'd be amazed at the number of straight-laced women I've seen change with their environment; become right little nymphos up here." I looked doubtful. "Okay, not all," he admitted, "but a good proportion have let their hair down and made a real effort to fuck every bloke in town." When I got home I found my wife looking rather odd, but she wouldn't say what was bothering her. We had dinner and took a walk along the waterfront where, almost back at the hotel, we were greeted warmly by a couple walkingin the opposite direction. She wouldn't immediately give me any answer, but back in our suite told me that the young man had chatted her up earlier and seemed surprised at her lack of enthusiasm for a bit of extramarital nooky, particularly in view of the fact that he'd generously offered to fully swap with all spouses involved. "Ooooh Robbie," she sniffed. "Do I really look like a woman who'd even be interested in something like that? The worst thing was that I didn't really feel all that offended about being propositioned. Do I really look so truly slutty?" "It's not to do with being slutty," I tried to explain. "Norm and Ronnie are into swinging, swapping spouses, and their group are of the genteelly respectable echelon of the town's business people. He said a lot of casual tourists let their hair and morals down during their visits here." "What do you think about it?" she asked after making me tell her exactly what Norm had told me in explaining his hobby. I shrugged without actually committing myself. "Come on, be truthful. Tell me ." "Well, it does sound exciting. I guess I'd enjoy trying it and seeing you making love with another guy. Honest enough? You did ask." I told her when she looked a trifle upset at the revelation. "Not in a crowd, just another couple we know and trust." She looked at me doubtfully. "You'll be disappointed about my view of it then," she told me nervously. "I was thinking of a honeymoon, a real one, trying some of the things you've wanted me to do. I suppose I don't feel so bad about them now that I'm a bit older." I hugged her. "It's wonderful that you feel that way darling. It will be a real honeymoon then. How about we give it a whirl right now?" She giggled, a good sign. "Alright then," she blushed. "But I'll have a shower first." When I came back to the huge waterbed she was lying in the light, wearing makeup, white stockings and suspender, smiling shyly. As I lay by her she kissed me deeply, then slid down to tongue my bellybutton before stretching across my body to stroke my fully erect cock. I slid my hand down the cleft of her lovely bottom to find her furry twat and delve into her moist vagina with a titillating finger as she parted her thighs to allow me more room to stimulate her pussy. "Oooooh ye-e-sss!" she gasped, then stretched her lips around my shiny knob for the very first time and my whole being jerked and jolted involuntarily at the thrill of our contact. Her tongue moved around and over the distended head in a most delightful way until I felt the first vague tingling in my trembling loins which presaged climax. She alternated between sucking a quite surprising length of my penis into her mouth, then nibbling and tonguing the knob as I pressed and rubbed her hard clitoris 'til I groaned, "I'm going to come sweetheart," giving her time to bring my tip to her lips and part them slightly in order to take my spurt of warm semen and swallow it as I jerked wildly with erotic spasms of sensual bliss. She then stiffened too as mild, but real orgasmic convulsions racked her hard, perfumed body and gasps of pleasure escaped her lips. "Was it good?" she asked when she'd lain back alongside me. "I came too, just from sucking." "It was wonderful darling," I told her truthfully. "Now it's your turn." I kissed her deeply before sucking and gently biting her swollen nipples, her navel and then burying my tongue between the cologne-scented frills of her inner labia. The reddish hair on her vulva was both sparse and fine due to a complete electronic depilation which Carol had persuaded her to try and, after almost six months, her pussy still looked like a pubescent teenager's virginal twat. I'd wanted to do this for Deby for so long as I knew she'd derive enormous pleasure from it and a more varied love life for us both. I'd only experienced it a couple of times myself, at the church summer camp nearly fifteen years before, in the course of a game of 'truth-or-dare' among we counsellors and the scent of recently bathed female body mixed with body-warmed baby-powder, turned me on hugely. I had her writhing and trembling with pleasure as she pushed my face into her crotch, thrusting and rotating her excited hips as my tongue stimulated every hidden nook of her eager pussy, then stiffening suddenly when she was overcome by orgasm once more. Before she could move I got up on all fours, crawled forward over her, lowered my bottom to align my knob with her juicy vulva and pressed forward to slide my full length inside her willing vagina without hands. "Ooooh Christ!" she blasphemed, initially trying to push me off, but then hugging me to her hot body. "Is that what I taste like," she grinned as I rested with her for just a moment, kissing deeply again for her to taste her own vaginal fluids. We got to thrusting anew, in the missionary position except that her legs then encircled my waist, our coupled parts making the unseemly sounds which often accompany vigorous sexual activity. She let go of her senses to fully appreciate lusty, unrestrained shagging in a way that she hadn't previously allowed herself to and I was pleased to be able to follow suit. She bucked and writhed and rolled her hips as she clawed desperately at my pumping bum, my hard belly pounding noisily on hers as she strove for release. Suddenly she went rigid once again when I felt her vaginal muscles rhythmically grip tightly and relax repeatedly around my slippery, sliding cock until I too came to climax. We clung together until we'd cooled and relaxed and went to sleep, waking very late because we'd forgotten to set the alarm clock. Norman noticed my flustered state when he arrived to pick me up and we spent an hour over a big, hearty breakfast, which I needed, in the hotel dining-room. Late in the morning I heard him ask Laurel, his office manager, whether she'd mind looking after me at lunchtime as he had a previous date. She was an old friend and made comment indicating her suspicion as to what kind of date or assignation it might be. I rang the hotel to see if Deby wanted to lunch, but found she'd gone out with a 'Mrs Searle', so I accepted Laurie's offer of a salad at her place. She was an attractive woman of around forty, deeply tanned, dark curled hair and compact figure, a still-pretty face and a happy, jocular nature. Her home was fairly new with all mod cons, built with entertaining in mind, a pool and permanent barbeque accessable through french windows and a rear kitchen door. She gave me a beer before setting about preparing lunch while I opened the door to look out and saw a naked couple furiously banging away on a large towel on the shady lawn. When Laurie saw my reddening complexion she laughed and explained that it was her husband Ian and one of her close girlfriends. "You're going to think we're all sex-maniacs, but it's a great way to keep in shape, and friends." "Norm said there was quite a lot of it about," I told her, feeling a bit foolish. "Suggested I try it, but my wife would never agree to it." "There was a time, believe it or not, when I was appalled at the idea of my making love with anyone other than Ian. Now it's second nature to cement new acquaintanceships with a lovely, introductory nooky. Want to give it a try and see what a great ice-breaker it is?" "Oh...erm...ah...," I stammered in embarrassment. "I...erm...you know...hardly know you." "Okay," she said. "Maybe another time, eh?" Suddenly I was disappointed at her easy acceptance of a hesitation to try casual sex, but realized it was not nearly such a big deal to her as it was to me. Ian and Nicola came in for lunch and ate in the nude; chatting with me as if the situation was entirely normal, then dressed and drove off to return to work. "Well I'm having a swim," said Laurie and undressed completely to display her completely tanned body with a full bosom, pierced navel and almost bald pussy. She displayed an untrimmed pubic triangle in silky, furry regrowth after a full depilation and her inner lips protruded from her outer vulva a long way. As Deby's were completely hidden I found Laurie's a bit strange. I followed suit when she went outside and joined her in the pool. It all felt so wonderful and liberating to swim nude and have a warm breeze caress one's bare skin that my cock was soon erect. Laurie looked at my hard tool and then lifted her gaze to my eyes. "Can I feel? It's a good size," she murmured and I nodded mutely as she grasped it and gently stroked. "Seems a pity to waste it now." She slid into my embrace and we kissed deeply before lying together on a towel, she encouraging me to suck her ample bosom and finger her proffered pussy between invitingly spread thighs, as she continued to caress my hard, tingling tool. "Ooh, oh, yes, mmmmmm, oh ye...es!" she sighed without restraint as I went down to lick and suck her clitty and to simultaneously tweak her hardened nipples between thumb and finger. To my great relief she pulled away from me, pushed me over on to my back and engulfed my all-but- bursting cock with her well-lubricated cunt. "That feels much nicer, doesn't it Robbie," she chuckled warmly. "Anyway, if it doesn't to you, be a good sport and just lie back and let me use your body for my pleasure." "Yes," I agreed, "but I hope I don't develop chronic guilt from this." She laughed again as she began to raise and lower her broad bottom while rolling her ample hips to slide my hard tool in and out of her eager, juicy vagina. "Mmmmmmm," she intoned, squeezing her soft, swaying boobs with her head thrown fully backward to savour the full pleasure of our coupling. She leaned forward to present her distended brown nipples to my eager mouth and tightened her vaginal muscles deliciously around my thrilling penis as she slid her wet cunt upward along it. "Go on, you do it too," she chuckled huskily to me, "expand your prick as I slide up on it." I tightened my sphincter as she asked and experienced the most voluptuous sensation while we moved in concert. "Come on then, get on top of me," she smiled. "I'm feeling a bit on the submissive side today and need to be given a good workout. Besides, you're the guest and I should see to your needs." We turned over, still coupled, before I again thrust slowly in and out of her warm, slippery snatch as she lazily rotated her wide hips beneath mine. She made warm sounds of pleasure as she easily undulated her sweaty body in the act of loving to welcome me to her circle of intimate friends. I had no need to move at more than the languid pace that she'd set; profoundly enjoying the novel experience of love as a means of communication between two people and sex as a recreational activity to be shared by friends. However, sex is a pastime that develops a certain urgency and, as the cadence of our thrusting rapidly increased, her legs encircled my waist and her long nails raked my flanks as I gripped her ever more tightly. Our taut, sweaty bellies slapped noisily and our coupled parts made the wet sounds of sex. "Oh Christ! I'm going to come," I gasped in warning as the tingling thrills in my loins grew rapidly. "Go on, it's okay," she gasped huskily. I stiffened and squirted deep inside her repeatedly with great spasms of pleasure. She came immediately following my initial gush and we lay locked together as warm, convulsions of ecstacy jerked and wracked our sweat glistening bodies. "God!" I sighed as I cooled, my soft tool still within her. "That was so wonderful Laurie." "Go on with you," she laughed lightly, clearly blushing at my compliment, "I bet you say that to all your girls." "No, truly," I stuttered. "I have never felt so free to enjoy sex before. It was just sex?" "Of course it was, silly. Just sex, not the beginning of a grand passion. We just do this for fun, among friends, and to keep a little variety in our sex-lives which tend to an inevitable sameness after twenty-something years of wedded bliss. You were obviously ready for a change." Back at work I felt much more relaxed with, not only Laurie, but all the women who brought me files and papers for the project. I'm sure she hadn't said anything to any of them, but they all appeared a little more familiar with me and apparently pleased at what had transpired between us. Some sort of bush-telegraph in the office, I supposed. When I'd returned to the hotel suite it was empty so I took a shower and had barely got wet when Deby got in with me. I don't know what had happened that day, but she was all over me like a rash and wanted to be screwed with me holding her up by the bottom and her legs wrapped around my hips. We did that and I felt her come like never before; it was volcanic. Unfortunately, I'd got a bit carried away at my wife's new sensuality and had left quite noticeable bruising on her pale buttocks, but I said nothing and she didn't notice them then. "Have you been a good boy today?" she asked me playfully as we dressed up for dinner at the Searles'. "It's a bit hard to be naughty at work," I answered evasively. "In that case you can do it with Ronnie if you want," she breathed to me nervously. "I'm not ready to do it, I don't know that I ever will be, but if you're still keen, you can. You have to be ready to do it with me again when we get home tonight. Okay?" "I'd feel strange doing it without you being involved." "Don't look a gift-horse in the mouth," she said impatiently. "That's the deal. If you want to be a swinger up here you can, I'll accept it without any complaint, so long as you're able to service my needs." She pulled her blonde hair back to show me that she'd had both ear-lobes pierced with small, gold trainer studs. This sight excited me no end as I'd wanted her to have them since school, but she thought them to be unsuitable for her kind. I helped her replace the studs with mid-sized hoops which she bought that day and I thought she looked great in them. Her dress was one I'd never seen before and she told me she'd had it for a year, bought by Carol for their club's last sports awards night, but she hadn't worn it out of modesty. It was a simple, black tube of stretch lycra with thin shoulder straps and a mid-thigh hemline, teamed with black, sling-back sandals having five inch stilletto heels to make her stand as tall as me. I couldn't tell her then, but her frock clearly outlined her nipples and cleft of her buttocks. She'd varnished her nails scarlet, wore bracelets on one wrist and a chunky, gold chain on the other which I suggested she could transfer to her ankle. It looked so sexy and it gave me reason to hope that she might eventually relent and allow another man to hide his salami in her lovely cunt. I felt so proud of her in looking as seriously alluring as she did that night, we'd come a long way since our Sunday school days, hoping that her rigid morality was evaporating apace with her physical modesty. We took a cab to the Searles' house, a big split level concrete residence with steel storm-shutters and roof, a huge swimming pool and barbeque area and extensive lawns and tropical garden. It was sumptuously furnished, they obviously knew how to enjoy their success, with a huge kitchen which was a hostess' delight with every imaginable mod con. Norm had an aquarium house, with a fridge, where we had a beer while I outlined my thoughts on what I'd divined at the office during the day. "You know," Norm told me pensively, "we've got two children who are almost as old you and Deby." "Yes?" On The Road Ch. 01 "I was just thinking. My once child bride has you in her sights for a bit of recreational sex in the near future." "It's funny that," I told him. "Tonight Deby told me I could, if I wanted to. Have they been discussing the matter d'you reckon?" "Apparently so." "The problem is," I explained, "Deby's not ready to try it yet, not ever in her estimation. It wouldn't be a reciprocal arrangement I'm afraid." "You'll have to learn that it's just not how things work. Ronnie's choice of partners is entirely up to her. I'm not keeping score of the numbers of nookies even with either me or the bloke's wife. It's capricious. Oh, just go with the flow," he chuckled. "I'll keep Deby amused 'til you've seen to matters." I hadn't had any expectation of having it off with Ronnie quite so soon, although the events of that noontime and Deby's change of heart should have alerted me, so I felt pretty excited as I went inside to find the womenfolk chatting about kitchen utensils like lifelong friends." Ronnie was wearing a black, silky outfit of a bra top smock, buttoned up between and below her boobs and open to display the diamond pendant hanging from a stud through the upper edge of her navel. The nether portion was a matching miniskirt revealing half of her solid thighs with stilletto heeled, black sandals having Romanesque criss-cross lacing to above mid-calf and my dick twitched violently at the sight of her barely hidden charms. Dinner was a delight. Ronnie's ability as a cook was remarkable and I ate up despite the actually painful tingling ache of anticipation in my loins, enjoying all courses. Ronnie was pleased too. "I like a man who eats well after a good day's work," she chuckled and I thought I discerned a quick, conspiratorial look pass between she and Deby. We sat around talking after dinner before Ronnie and I gravitated to the kitcken to load the dishwasher. Eventually we heard Norman call that he was taking Deby to see the fish and the door close behind them. "He'll warn me before they head back," she said huskily. "Lots of time." We came together in a standing embrace and kissed deeply, Ronnie parting her thighs to mine and momentarily embarrassing me as my erect cock pressed into her taut tummy. "That's a good sign," she chuckled throatily and rubbed it with one hand. "I've heard you'd had it off with two other women today, but it comes up so nicely." There was, I realized then, no reason to be self-conscious with her and wasn't ever again. She just wanted sex and sensuality and there was no room at all for reserve or modesty. I unfastened her top and covered one tit with my hand. I admit that I was a little put out at its softness and that it drooped more than I'd imagined from her smoothness elsewhere, but both nipples were fully swollen hard and extremely sensitive. Her vocal reaction to my nibbling, then more ferocious biting, at her urging, made me overlook floppy tits and think solely of the job at hand. She'd unzippered my flies and pulled percy from my pants, gently stroking my erect cock until I could bear it no longer. "That's the nicest pussy-pummeller I've seen for a long time," she smiled at me. "It's so pink." Seeing my desperation she pulled the velcro fastening on her skirt apart to discard it with her top then perch her bottom on the edge of the kitchen bench, spreading her thighs wide to display her quim. The brown pubic hair had been trimmed to a teardrop shape around her vulva and, if I'd thought Laurel's inner labia were prominent, she had nothing on Ronnie whose thick, frilled lips stuck out more than an inch beyond her plump, outer labia. She unbuttoned my shirt and removed it as I unzipped my trousers and boxers and let them slide to my shins before shuffling into the sensual valley of her limbs. Her cunt was truly wet and slippery as she pulled my knob into the frilly entrance where, with a quick tightening of her legs around my hips, drew my cock fully inside her unctuous vagina. "Fits just nicely," she breathed tremulously, playfully grasping my taut bottom before leaning back on her elbows to check I was fully within her. I leaned forward on my elbows to kiss her aggressive mouth and suck and bite her nipples as we gently slid my penis in her welling vagina with a slow, strenuous undulation of our hot, trembling hips. While our thrusting became more rapid I lifted her ankles to my shoulders and gripped her hard thighs while my belly slapped loudly and wetly on her pumping buttocks, her soft breasts jerking and quivering with each of our lusty movements. I only grunted and gasped in male fashion, but Ronnie was considerably more vocal about her pleasure. "Oh, oooh, yes, ye-es! Ooooh Jesus! Hard, yes, lovely, harder!" she cried until she came with a really high, soprano cry of pure bliss. Her suddenly tight vaginal muscles were enough to bring me on and I drove in to the hilt with a groan and squirted only a little shot of semen due to earlier encounters having depleted me. Our bodies trembled and jerked and quivered in repeated spasms of profound pleasure as we were locked together like a single sweaty entity until our senses slowly returned as our passion cooled. "Ooooh Christ!" I said exhaling violently and holding her silky body hard against mine, "That was absolutely wonderful Ronnie. I've never experienced anything as exciting as that before." "You say that to all the girls," she chuckled huskily, squeezing my tight bum playfully. "There aren't others to say it to," I told her. "Wish there were." "How about Laurie?" "Oh," I gulped, "yeah. I'd actually forgotten in the heat of our moment. Anyway, how did you know? I hadn't mentioned it to Norm, or anyone else for that matter." "Laurie did. We do talk about who we screw you know. All your lunchtimes should be booked by a new girl for each day you're here; just from the office." "Things did seem more relaxed after lunch today." "They wouldn't have been if you and she hadn't got it together today. Now all they have to do is line up, in order of seniority, to enjoy a spot of social shaggery." "Even with Emma?" "Especially with Emma." She began to dress and I followed suit before we sat in the lounge again to await our spouses. The remainder of the evening was spent in a somewhat desultory conversation until it was time for us to leave. Deby seemed a bit embarrassed which was because, I guessed, of her suspicions about what had transpired between Ronnie and I during her absence, although she didn't ask me about it. I found it hard to believe that I'd made love with three different women during that day as well as still owing Deby one as the price for her giving me permission to play away, but I still looked forward to fucking her that night. By then I'd developed dull ache in my scrotum and a feeling that my initial attack of lover's-nuts would be somewhat worse by morning. Back in our hotel suite, Deby remained nude after her shower and I joined her on the bed in a similar state. She took both the initiative and my cock which she sucked to semi-tumescence until I got down between her invitingly spread thighs to suck and nibble and tongue her scented cunt. When she came she was quiet, despite its intensity, jerking and convulsing strongly with profound pleasure. I crawled forward and over her, inserting my cock in her gently clenching vagina without using my hands and thinking how good at it I'd become, before thrusting languidly into her very juicy cunt. For the first time she fully responded to my belly-slapping, hip-pounding movements, rolling and lifting her hips with little sounds that could only denote real pleasure. Our love-making went on and on until we both came gently and fell asleep almost immediately, moving on to our side with her legs around my waist and my cock still within her oozing sheath.