by: Jeannie Duncan©
The plan was for Laura, Malcolm, Jack and me to take a tour down the. Oregon coast to celebrate the beginning of warm weather. We’d started with the idea of driving but got into an argument over who’d drive while the others swilled beer. It was Malcolm who pointed out that with the heavy subsidies the tour bus companies receive from the several casinos at which they stop, it would be cheaper to go that way. So Jack and Malcolm arranged a Friday off work and we were all packed to catch the bus when Jack got an emergency call to be in St. Louis ASAP. I really hate flying and I’ve seen St. Louis so I let it be known that I was not happy. Laura calmed me down and offered to go with Jack while Malcolm and I enjoyed the long weekend together. I found the idea to be rather appealing: it had been quite a while since I’d had a night with Malcolm without my husband in the same house (or in the same bed) so Friday morning saw me and Malcolm settling into two seats in a very large bus.
The bus was about half full for the first stage but a stop at Tacoma filled all but a few remaining seats with a cheerful chattering party of real estate agents. The two seats across the aisle from us were taken by a middle aged couple not with the real estate group. Malcolm and the man got to chatting and discovered some mutual business interest and by the time the bus made a pit stop in Olympia, they were old buddies. As we got back on the bus I introduced myself to the wife and asked her to join me so the two men could sit together.
Gloria had the resigned air of the one-time beauty who was content to have married the class achiever rather than one of the handsome jocks who had been pursuing her twenty years ago - not that Harry was not an attractive man. He was about five eight, stocky build with no paunch, a ready smile and an eager interest in whatever the topic of conversation. We all became pretty well acquainted during the next couple of hours but the matter of Malcolm’s and my not being married to each other did not arise.
After a lunch break and obligatory two hour gambling stop at a new casino in Northern Oregon, we re-boarded the bus and I pulled Harry into the seat beside me. “I’ve met one lovely person on this bus today. Let’s try for two.” Three hours later, as we pulled into the parking lot of a casino on the coast, we were holding hands.
Reservations for tour members are on the no-view side of the hotel but we did manage to get adjoining rooms with interconnecting door. It was still too early for dinner and none of us felt urged to gamble so we all walked down to the beach where we took off our shoes and headed across the sand to water’s edge. Walking in loose sand is somewhat unbalancing so I instinctively reached for support and grabbed Harry’s hand - which I didn’t release when we arrived at the firm pack at the water’s edge. There is something sensuous about wet sand squishing up between the toes and by the time we had moved fifty yards up the beach, our hand-holding had progressed to arms-around and Harry’s fingers were surreptitiously caressing my lower ribs. A glance over my shoulder informed me that Gladys and Malcolm were becoming pretty friendly too. We stopped to sit on a log and watch the sun dip into the ocean. Gladys and Malcolm moved twenty paces farther along and sat down beside a huge root the tide had deposited. From our seat we could just see their feet. Harry turned toward me and I met his lips with mine. His free hand moved gently to my bosom and I ran my fingers lightly up the firm ridge behind his zipper.
When the sun disappeared below the horizon, we made our way in silence back to the rooms and opened the interconnecting door. Gladys and I showered the sand off our bodies in one bathroom while the men used the other. “This is a new adventure for us.” Gladys confided. “I’m excited about where I think we’re heading and a little nervous too but I’m ready for it. I just realized I’ve been ready for some time.”
“It’s our first bus trip in quite a few years too.” I answered with a grin.
“You’re wicked.” She laughed. “But damn I’m glad we met.”
Wearing only towels, we went into the bedroom where we found the men wearing only silly grins. Two prominent anatomical features gave noticed of their immediate intentions. Gladys nonchalantly took Malcolm by the hand and led him into the next room. I moved in front of Harry and pressed my damp bosom against his chest. He wasted no time in taking me down on the bed and putting about eight inches of beautiful erection right where we both wanted it to be. I locked ankles behind him and demanded more.
There is something extremely exciting about a new cock for the pussy. For the past few years I had been getting all my sex from the same few men - mostly Jack and Malcolm and whenever I’m feeling bitchy, Lonny or either of the two Teds.- yet here I was, spreading my thighs to a man I had met a scant few hours ago, and feeling skittish as a virgin. There’s no describing how deliciously wicked I felt.
A loud squeal from the next room brought a pause to the action and smile to Harry’s face. “Gloria always gets vocal as she approaches climax.” He muttered in my ear.
I wanted to come too but each time I started to tense up, Gloria would sound off again, I’d giggle and the moment would pass. Finally a series of loud oohs, aahhs and yips from the next room was more than Harry could stand and he unloaded into me. He kept driving for a dozen more full strokes before collapsing. “Sorry about that.” He panted.
I pulled him closer against my breast. “Don’t worry about it. Next time we’ll shut that damn door.”
After dinner, the boys went to play some blackjack while Gladys and I wasted a few dollars on the slot machines. “You know.” She began when we were comfortably seated. “As I said, this is a new adventure for me and Harry. I’m trying to act sophisticated about it but I must admit I’m really in strange territory.”
“No regrets so far I hope.” I replied.
“Oh no - definitely no.” She replied hurriedly. “I’m just sorry we didn’t discover sooner how natural it can be to accept and enjoy one’s sexuality. I’ve been tempted by opportunity before but it’s always been on a covert level and I wouldn’t dream of cheating on Harry - and also I resented the feeling that I was the one getting hit on, the one to be fucked - if you’ll excuse the term, make that ‘used’. But today was different: Malcolm didn’t hit on me; I was the aggressor. I can’t understand where I got the courage to be such a hussy.”
I smiled to myself. That Malcolm is so smooth.
She turned to face me. “I’m eager to learn more but now I’m depending on you to tell me where we go from here - like tonight.”
I put my hand on her arm. “Tonight you take your dear husband to bed and enjoy the best lay you’ve had in years.” There was nothing altruistic about the suggestion; The unplanned romp with Harry had been a pleasant diversion but I had been looking forward to a nice cozy night in bed with Malcolm.
Gladys thought over the suggestion for a minute and then a huge smile lit up her face. “Yeah, I haven’t been all that good to him lately but that session with Malcolm has reminded me of some things I’m good at but haven’t been bothered to work at for some time. Tonight I’ll give the dear boy something to remember.” And that is exactly what she did. In the morning, she sat beside me on the bus and told me all about it. “It’s everything it was on our honeymoon.” She gushed. “- "Better even. If I’d known how a little strange piece could build such a fire under us, I’d have tried it long ago."
The ‘Coastal Tour’ part of the trip was really quite enjoyable. The bus stopped and we took pictures at several breathtaking view points and visited a charming old light house. Between stops we switched seats and I had an opportunity to discover what a delightful personality my impromptu lover possessed. We got back to the casino about sundown and went to our rooms for a shower as before. Gladys tried to take Malcolm to her room again but he deftly arranged a happy little group grope for four on our big bed. Harry was all eager to get into me again but heck, I’d come on this sojourn with my pussy all primed for some quality time with Malcolm so I cooled him down with a good BJ. Gladys got out her digital camera and got some pictures of that.
After dinner, Malcolm and I spent a few hours at the blackjack tables. We managed to not lose too much. Gladys stopped by and asked about plans for later and I explained that Malcolm and I had really planned this trip to get some time together and I hoped she wouldn’t mind my being a little proprietary about him. She said she understood and wandered off to find Harry.
Next morning after breakfast, as we boarded the bus, Gladys took the seat beside me but she was rather quiet. “Gosh, Jeannie,” She pouted. “I was really hoping you might let me have a whole night with your husband.”
“Well, that can be arranged.” I laughed as I dug in my purse for my card. “We’re only a fifty minute drive up I5 from where you got on the bus and I’m sure he’ll be happy to meet you. And bring Harry; it’s only fair that he make the acquaintance of the wife of the man who just screwed his.”
A puzzled expression appeared briefly on her face but was quickly replaced by a big smile. “So that’s the real reason you’ve been so stingy with Malcolm.”
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