Maui Swing

About a month ago, Gary and I took a long-planned golf vacation to Maui. Gary chose a beautiful resort with two 18 hole courses that appeared to be the last resort on the road along the beach to the south end of the island. The area sounded much less built up than the north side of the island or Lahaina, and Gary discovered that there was a clothing-optional beach just a couple miles further south - to help get rid of those troublesome tan lines that golfing shorts and golf shoes give me – he said with a wink. Needless to say, I could take care of those at the pool; but why should I argue, it sounded like fun.

The first day we had a nice round of golf and decided to spend the afternoon napping and sunning by the pool. We had drinks and dinner to a beautiful sunset, then decided to take a stroll on the beach before returning to our room for what I hoped would be hot sex.

The beach was a small sandy cove lit only by the almost full moon. As we strolled out onto the sand, we heard some moaning and what seemed some movement off to our left. A little curious – but not wanting to be intrusive - we strolled along the water’s edge in that direction, and I commented on how warm the ocean was, how still the air, and how calm the surf. “Makes you want to go for a dip, doesn’t it,” Gary said. “A little nude swim,” he added. Gary knows how I love to swim naked.

I looked around. The beach wasn’t really that brightly lit and was deserted except for that one couple off behind us. “Sounds like fun, but do you think we should ask if the folks behind us would be offended,” I said. “I wouldn’t want us getting busted by some Baptists from Georgia, so let me check it out” as I strolled their way trying to make a little noise so as not to surprise them.

The couple untangled as I approached and I called out quietly, “Excuse me, but it’s such a lovely night that my husband and I were thinking of a little skinny dipping … if you folks wouldn’t be offended.”

“Oh, don’t worry about us,” the woman responded laughing, “it sounds like a great idea.”

“Thanks, I’ll let you know,” I answered as I returned to where Gary was waiting. Quickly we stripped and headed for the water. When I glanced back, I noticed two heads watching us. I skipped into waist-deep water and then dove in, while Gary slowed down when the water reached his crotch; got to give the balls time to adjust he always says. I swam back underwater to where he stood and groped his genitals lightly as I slid up his body to the surface.

We engaged in some heavy kissing and light fondling for a few minutes before Gary mentioned that the couple on the beach looked like they were going to join us. He was right: they were clearly stripping down, and then quickly they waded out into the ocean. At first, they maintained some distance from us, but when I called out, “Isn’t the water great?” the man replied, “Sure is,” and we gradually drifted closer together. Soon introductions were made all around.

Heather was nearly my height (5’10”) with a lovely face, long brown hair, and large full breasts. I guessed she was about 30, so 10 years younger than me.

Tom was tall, blond, quite muscular, and, I thought, about 35. As we chatted about where we were from and what we were planning, I was pleased to notice that he kept eyeing my considerably smaller chest with interest; especially considering that I knew Gary must be enjoying the view of lovely, really well-endowed Heather.

It turned out their vacation plans focused on golf, just like ours, and after a bit, we agreed that it would be fun to get together for a round the next day. Even 80-degree water and air can get you a little chilled after a while, so, feeling a little cold, I moved in front of Gary to get a little warmth between his front and my back. Almost instinctively Gary’s hands slid up to cup my breasts, which were bobbing at the surface. Heather smiled, and I said, “Much warmer this way!" She replied, “Another good idea,” as she nestled up against Tom. Between the cool water and some gentle massage, pretty soon there were four very perky nipples jutting out as we attempted idle chit chat.

Soon after, we waded back to the beach, and I quickly confirmed that they were as attractive from the waist down as from the waist up. Particularly Tom. Tight balls from the cool water and a semi-rigid cock are kind of cute. Lacking towels we shook off the water as best we could, got dressed, and separated, promising to meet in the morning at the golf course.

Back in the room, I entertained Gary with fantasies of other games with Heather and Tom as he ate me wonderfully. Then, after all the hot talk, he pumped me full of a lovely load much sooner than I expected. Not knowing what to expect of our young friends kept me awake and fantasizing long after Gary had nodded off in post-orgasmic bliss.

We met the next morning as planned and, as we warmed up for the round, discussion naturally turned to what the bet should be. (Golfers almost always have some kind of bet going; Gary and I usually play for sex fantasies.) We dropped the idea of playing for money or dinner as too ordinary, and there was considerable debate about whether it should be boys vs. girls or couple vs. couple. Ultimately we decided it would be couple vs. couple and I was a bit surprised that it was Heather who suggested that the losers would have come up with the prize, as she put it “something special" and leaving it vague what that might mean.

I won’t bore you with the details of the match except to mention that Heather and I chose to ride together to get better acquainted. I learned that she and Tom had been married five years and that they both had had only brief ‘wild and single periods’ before settling down together. I told her a bit about our pasts and even mentioned our evening at a Dutch ‘parenclub’ (see my Kasteel Waterloo story) where we discovered the pleasures of ‘seeing and being seen.’ I noticed that she seemed quite interested in that story.

As it turned out, Gary and I won our little match, so naturally, there was much teasing at lunch over how they would pay off the bet. Along the way, I mentioned that Gary and I were going to check out the clothing-optional beach that afternoon and was quite pleased that they asked to tag along. The nude beach was actually quite easy to find: three miles by car and just a short walk around a point from the larger public beach.

When we arrived it was not too crowded, but there were people of every type, from the very well-tanned locals, completely relaxed in total nudity, to several somewhat self-conscious couples where the wives were clearly reluctant to try the bottomless part but were sporting very pink boobs.

As we strolled across the sand toward an open spot on the beach, I said to Heather, “So when in Rome … ,” and proceeded to shed my bikini top and with only the smallest hesitation, she joined me. Now Heather’s tits truly were marvelous, large and firm looking with very perky nipples that suggested she was enjoying the attention she was getting from the various sun worshipers. The guys spread a blanket, and like old hands at this, we all dropped our drawers. After a bit of sunning and quite a bit of swimming, we gathered again on the towel.

Tom pulled out a deck of cards and asked if we wanted to play. Gary joked that there seemed to be no point in playing strip poker, which got a laugh all around. Ultimately we decided on hearts. As Tom dealt the cards, it turned out that I was sitting directly opposite him and Gary was opposite Heather. (Not sure how that happened but I suspect that Gary had a hand in it.) There I was facing the ‘how-to-sit-naked-on-a-blanket-in front-of-a-handsome-man’ problem.

Now Gary would really like me to keep my pubic zone completely shaved, but I insist on the usual little triangle above… but everything below that was quite cleanly shaved and visible. “Fuck it,” I decided, Gary’s little fetish will be Tom’s little viewing pleasure and sat down cross-legged across from him, knowing full well that he might be able to tell that I was getting more than a little turned on by it all.

I really started enjoying our game as I noticed Tom’s frequent glances at my crotch. I think Heather noticed too, and Gary, I knew, especially liked her response when she shifted from lying on her belly to the same cross-legged position in front of him. Such teases we were and at the same time trying to maintain some level of decorum while ostensibly playing hearts on a public beach. But after just a couple minutes of this Tom groaned and said, gesturing to my crotch area, “If you don’t cover that up NOW I’m going to sprout a helluva hard-on, Marcy.” I replied with a grin. “I think I’m flattered," I said, "but I don’t want to embarrass you,” as I slid down and over to lie on my belly. But we’d been at the beach long enough to be flirting also with sunburn, so soon we decided to leave.

That evening we met again for dinner and drinks. When Gary teased them about when they were going to pay off the bet, Heather told him it was all planned out. We would be finding something new to view in their room after dinner. I was really curious as to what she had planned, especially since she seemed rather excited.

When we got to their room, there was an awkward moment after Gary and I settled on their couch. Tom got us all some wine and was fumbling with the radio when Heather stood in front of us and rather nervously but formally announced that to pay off the bet she was going to give Tom a lap dance and we could watch and that now she was going to go change into something sexy. After she left, Gary told Tom that this was a great idea and Tom replied that, though it was his idea originally, he was surprised himself that Heather had gone for it, especially since he’d requested stripteases before, but she’d always refused, citing modesty and embarrassment. He'd argued that we'd all seen her naked at the beach anyhow, and suddenly she'd agreed to it.

I was wondering if my account of our adventure in Holland had had some influence. “So this is something new for all of us,” I said, and he agreed enthusiastically. I was pleased that we heard no hint of jealousy. Like Gary, he seemed to enjoy his wife’s new adventurousness.

Heather returned at the start of a danceable tune wearing a full-length skirt open up one side practically to the hip and a white silk blouse that, unbuttoned and tied just below - and half revealing - those luscious melons, left her belly nicely exposed. She was obviously nervous at first, but dancing seemed to calm the butterflies, and soon she was moving quite gracefully to the Latin beat, suggestively swinging her hips and showing lots of thigh. Very classy and very sexy in a 1940’s-ish kind of way, until with a flourish, she released the catch, and her skirt fell to the floor revealing the tiniest of g-strings. So much for the '40’s! Then she turned her back to us and wiggled her essentially naked butt for our entertainment.

The guys were loving it and giving her lots of encouragement. And frankly so was I, as I empathized with the thrill she was finding in really letting her exhibitionist side go. With no hesitation now, she quickly shed her top and massaged her breasts and teased her nipples, clearly enjoying both the sensations she felt and the turn-on she was providing for our little group. I slid my hand across Gary’s thigh and gave his hardening cock a squeeze. “You’re certainly getting my man going, Heather,” I said laughing. Heather answered that she wanted to give Tom a chance to play too and boldly suggested that maybe we’d like to watch him suck on her titties. Of course, we enthusiastically agreed. He did an excellent job, I would have to say, sucking and licking and nibbling – Heather was even moaning just a little with pleasure.

After a little more of this Tom said, “I think you should give us a little floor show baby, like we saw in Vegas,” Heather paused and looked at him … “You really mean that,” she asked. He nodded and then smiling wickedly she said, “OK, remember you asked for it,” then turned to us and seductively slid the g-string off.

She’d done a little shaving between the beach and dinner, I noticed, as she fondled a breast with one hand and seductively slid the other between her legs. “Tom wants me to play with myself, Gary,” she said as she slid to the floor and teasingly began to spread her legs right in front of us. By now I’d also exposed his now rigid tool and was stroking it lightly. “That would be very hot, Heather,” he responded and so while staring right at him and his erection, she began teasing her clit and sharing glimpses of her now quite juicy pussy.

Poor Gary clearly felt he should hold her stare but couldn’t resist casting quick glances at that luscious view. “Go ahead, Gary, watch me play with myself; that’s what Tom wants, isn’t it darling.” He answered, “Yeah babe this is a fantasy come true … but don’t forget about my lap dance”. She was in no hurry to complete her show for us, which was very arousing for Gary especially, but eventually, she rolled to her knees and crawled sensuously toward Tom, her heavy breasts swinging as she moved. As she reached Tom’s chair, she said, “I don’t think this strip club requires pants for a lap dance, do you, Marcy?” I answered “Definitely not,” and in no time she had them off of him.

I have to say that while Tom’s dick was quite lovely when flaccid, now that it had grown so impressively, I couldn’t resist thoughts of playing with it myself. But so far we’d all avoided that subject entirely, and in talking with Heather, I had focused on what a turn-on watching and being watched can be. Clearly being watched was no longer a problem for either of them now as she hungrily devoured his manhood. Within moments Tom was moaning and growling “oh yessss.”

Heather soon moved up to straddle his legs and in one smooth motion, impaled herself on his now throbbing tool. As she rode him almost frantically, we had the sexiest view of his cock and her pussy thrusting together - with Tom’s cock going ‘balls deep’ on every thrust. Gary mentioned how much liked the way her heavy breasts swung with every thrust. They were incredibly sexy together, but it became even more so when Heather cried out, “Oh my god, I cumming, I’m cumming." I was surprised at how quickly she had cum and guessed that our presence had definitely added some extra stimulation. Her orgasm took Tom right over the edge with her as his pounding became even more frenzied before culminating in a series of slow, powerful thrusts and groans.

“That was some show,” Gary said after a lengthy pause, and I added, “You guys are just beautiful together.” As Tom’s dick wilted, it finally popped out from between Heather's lips, revealing a trickle of milky cum. Very sexy indeed. They shared a lingering deep kiss, and then Tom announced, “Anyone want some champagne?” I had to laugh. After such an erotic buzz it seemed almost a non sequitur. Tom objected, “But I’m thirsty,” and so we took a break for a glass of the bubbly.

Tom’s dick may have been limp and Heather well satisfied, but Gary was still sporting an impressive hard-on, and I was horny as hell from all the visuals. So as they relaxed, I casually dipped my finger in my glass, wet the tip of Gary’s cock and then quickly licked it off. "I think I’ll just suck on this for a while, if ya’ll don’t mind,” I drawled. “Oh, please do,” Heather said, as they moved closer to watch me play.

I decided that my goal was to get Tom hard again just by watching me do Gary, so I began by moving right down to Gary’s balls. I held and squeezed his rigid cock as I lovingly licked and kissed and gently sucked them into my mouth. Heather seemed fascinated by this, and I wondered if she’d ever tried it on Tom. Soon I moved up and got to work on his throbbing member - first licking the sensitive underside, then nibbling on the tip and finally taking every bit that I could as deep down my throat as possible. Gary gasped with pleasure, and Heather exclaimed, “Goddam, you’re good at that!” I was watching Tom, who, when he realized this, gave me a seductive wink and lightly stroked a now definitely longer and stronger dick. Hmmmm.

After a bit more of this, Gary rolled me on my back and shoved a pillow under my neck so that he could fuck my mouth. Now I like sucking him and being sort of in charge, but for some strange reason, I just love it when he takes control like that. Again I caught Tom’s eye several times as he watched me repeatedly take a mouth (and throat)-full of Gary’s cock. “How deliciously slutty!” I thought, and this time I was the one that gave the wanton wink, being sure to do it with a mouthful of cock.

Of course, Gary knew what I needed, and soon he pulled back and slid down as he spread my legs. There I was sprawled on the couch, legs all akimbo, and Gary says to Tom, “Want to see one hungry pussy, Tom?”

“Oh yeah, show me the goods,” he said as he moved into my view just over Gary’s shoulder. Wow, how could I not be positively dripping with anticipation: I was watching Tom watch Gary tease and spread me and finger fuck me, for our new friend’s enjoyment as much as mine it seemed at first ... and that just made it that much more erotic. But then my Gary got down to business. My clit, which he’d mostly avoided til now, was throbbing, feeling like it would explode - it wanted his tongue so badly. But when he finally touched it, his tongue was so warm and wet and gently applied that I almost melted then and there. “Oh yes, do me, honey,” I begged.

He sensed my readiness and began to strum my clit with his tongue in a slow but steadily more urgent rhythm. And there was Tom, right over Gary’s shoulder, watching it all but frequently locking eyes with me, as my face must have shown me building to an incredible orgasm. OH MAN was it a good one! Somehow having a man I barely knew watching just made it twice as intense. I just shook for what seemed like forever.

Heather had moved behind Tom and was rubbing her front against his back while slowly massaging his nicely engorged cock. “I think I had a hand in that too,” I said jokingly to Heather; “but right now I need Gary’s dick right here … want to watch?” Of course, they did. Gary spread my legs and spread my lips, and I’m sure it must have been evident to all that I was as wet and ready as could be. As he penetrated me and started thrusting deep inside me, Heather said to Tom, “Let’s give him a hand.” With that, she moved to my side and took my right leg, spreading and supporting it and watching intently as Gary pumped away.

Tom understood immediately and moved to take control of my other leg, and soon they were caressing and massaging my inner thighs delightfully as Gary pumped away. I reached down between my legs so that I could feel Gary’s dick as it slid in and out. Gary shifted his position so that he could see my pussy and watch me play. I immediately knew that he wanted me to do what I often do in this position – masturbate for my intense satisfaction and his viewing pleasure - which apparently he wanted to share with Heather and Tom.

As he slowly withdrew his cock, he said, “Show us your pussy baby,” and so I used both hands to spread myself briefly as it popped out, allowing them all a glimpse into my very juicy gaping self. I was watching Tom as I did this and when he finally shifted his gaze from my open pussy and met my eyes, I asked him throatily, “Do you like what you see, Tom?” In reply, he growled, “Oh yeah!" Then Heather added, “Wow, Marcie I’ve never seen a cunt like this before – not even my own. Oh God, this is such a turn-on!”

I moaned as Gary resumed thrusting his rock hard manhood deep inside me and I began stroking my clit. “Shit, this is going to be intense,” I cried out, as my fingers strummed my clit ever faster. “Cum for us, babe,” Gary urged, and Tom and Heather joined in urging me on with quite obscene encouragement as well. It was sooo GREAT! The orgasm came in immense spasms of pleasure that left me shaking in the end. Gary was only moments behind as I felt his semen flood me deep inside in a series of powerful ejaculations. SO NICE!

All this erotic action on our part had clearly left Tom ready for more. As Gary collapsed in well-deserved exhaustion, Tom moved behind Heather and she, well aware of his need (and preferences?) happily went down on her knees so he could take her from behind. A couple of nice orgasms just leave me more energized, so I lay on my side watching them and found myself fascinated by Heather’s breasts, as they hung down and swung sensuously with every thrust.

I took the chance that neither of them would freak out (after all they’d held and caressed my thighs while Gary fucked me), and began to lightly cup and massage those beautiful tits. Tom smiled. Heather moaned softly, and soon Gary moved around to take charge of her left breast while I stayed with the right. Clearly, we were not hindering their building pleasure as Heather pushed back with Tom’s every thrust and his pace steadily increased. Of course, all that lovely pounding led to a beautiful pair of orgasms, when, as Heather started to cum, it took him right over the top with her.

When they collapsed in a heap, Gary moved back around to hug me, and we all just lay there a while savoring the moment. Eventually, Gary teased, “Nice lap dance, Heather.”

“Wow,” Heather said, “Tom and I have played with some fantasies, but we never ever thought of something like this. I didn't expect that things would get this wild and I could never have imagined that it would be so exciting being watched.” Tom added with a wink, “And watching,” as he eyed me from their heap.

I said, “Heather, you are such a beautiful woman, it was so exciting watching you and Tom be so beautifully passionate together.” She replied, ”Well, I have to say that watching you open up, so to speak, for Gary was awesome too!”I smiled at her and explained, “I was opening up for all of you,” and Tom chuckled knowingly.

I was happy that everyone, without saying it, seemed pretty comfortable with what had occurred. We continued remembering and commenting and teasing about the various moments, perhaps trying to cement the memories, I thought.

Finally, Gary and I dressed while Tom and Heather sprawled naked on the couch. When we were ready to depart, Heather came over to me first and gave me a friendly full hug. She actually thanked me for showing them new possibilities, and I told her it was all our pleasure. She laughed and gave me a sweet wet kiss(!) and moved on to Gary. Then Tom came over, looking quite lovably naked, and gave me another nice full hug and a friendly kiss - with just a touch of tongues. I couldn’t resist sliding my hands down his back and giving those nice tight buns a squeeze. He smiled and said, “Golf tomorrow?” and we all quickly agreed.

Later, back in our room, Gary and I lay on the bed, discussing the evening and speculating on what tomorrow might bring. I told Gary quite frankly that I thought Tom wanted to fuck me and Gary said he’d noticed that. He added that he thought Heather had much more of an adventuresome streak then he’d expected, and that they’d been doing a little eying and flirting too, though she had seemed careful not to make it too obvious, especially to Tom. I said that after her wild performance, she probably needed a little reassurance that he’s ok with her boldness.

Gary asked me if I’d like things to go further and added that he would be happy to explore the luscious Heather if the opportunity arose. I said I’d be willing to fuck Heather’s husband but only so that I could help my sweet husband get laid. He laughed, of course, knowing full well that self-sacrifice is not in my nature. We agreed to let it be obvious, if the subject came up, that we were open to all the possibilities.

The next morning in the clear light of day, Gary and I talked again. We still agreed that we were interested in having things go further but weren’t sure how Tom and Heather felt. We’d agreed with them to meet for another round of golf the next day but planned it for a little later in the day, having discovered that it was actually cooler in the afternoons when the clouds build up over the volcano and a breeze comes up.

We met Heather and Tom at the clubhouse café for an early lunch before our round. Heather was pushing the envelope for sexy attire at a golf course with shorts that were a little too short and skin-tight and the same blouse-tied-under- those-gorgeous-breasts-and-bare-midriff look as she’d worn last night, but certainly, none of the all-male staff at the golf course was about to object.

I wore a pair of slightly shortish hiking shorts, the type that are loose around the thigh. I’m pretty thin and have long legs, so Gary insists these are very sexy on me, so, since he insists… Up top, I wore a sleeveless blouse that I unbuttoned an extra button on when I saw what Heather was wearing. Tom was looking yummy, as was Gary for that matter.

There was a tiny bit of awkwardness at first, but Gary and Tom distracted us with a discussion of some tournament that was going on somewhere, and the conversation drifted on around the subject of golf – perhaps we were avoiding reference to the previous night too obviously?

Then toward the end of lunch, Tom abruptly asked, “So what’s the bet?” Gary said he had an idea and suggested that instead of two teams, it would be the best individual low score. The winner would be in charge of the evening – sort of director of our little movie (without film) – and the rest of us would be obliged to play our parts as directed.

“Wow, where did you come up with that?” Heather asked. I complained that we females didn’t stand a chance since the guys scored so much better than us. That launched a discussion of handicaps and adjusting scores etc. and somehow it just got accepted that that would be the game. I decided I really wanted to win and argued for a really high handicap.

After lunch, as we loaded our equipment, Tom announced that he wanted me to ride with him. That sounded great to me, and of course, Gary had no complaints about sharing his cart with Heather. Heather was quite a sight on the tee. Although about the same height as me – 5’10” – she must have outweighed me by at least 10lbs, but it was all well distributed in her tits and butt. Nevertheless, she was quite athletic and hit the ball well. At least we were a good match in that respect. I wondered how she kept those boobs in that loosely tied blouse when she hit a tee shot? I suspected the guys were hoping she couldn’t.

I just had to know how Heather and Tom felt about the previous night’s activities, so I soon brought up the subject with Tom. He said he was a little surprised by how into it Heather had been. Tom explained that after three years of marriage, their sex lives had begun to get a little routine and so about six months ago, they had started looking for ways to spice things up.

At first, they tried some pornographic videos – Heather had never seen anything more explicit than the Playboy channel – and he’d been pleasantly surprised that she found them a turn-on. They’d used them as inspiration for some fantasies of their own, he added, particularly threesomes of both types.

During these sex sessions, he’d taken some pretty hot nude photos of Heather, but she’d always insisted that he delete them later. It was during one of these evenings that she told him for the first time that she’d indulged in a little girl-girl action with a lesbian roommate in college. He said that when she realized that he was excited by the fact, she admitted that she’d enjoyed it even though she considered herself thoroughly heterosexual. She hinted that she could probably enjoy such a scene with Tom, so long as she didn’t feel that their relationship could be threatened by the other woman. He seemed to be watching me to gauge my reaction, but I just said something like, “That’s interesting.”

Heather had told him about my account of our adventure in Holland, and he wanted to know more. I told him about our friends for the evening and about how exciting I found it when we drew a bit of a crowd, and he said that after last night, he understood how I had felt. I decided to mention our rendezvous with our friends Greta and Kyle and explained how we met online and ultimately had a wild weekend together. He was clearly quite enthralled with my account and asked several intimate questions that I answered boldly and openly. There was something quite arousing about the way he seemed fascinated by my tale.

This was turning into a most titillating round of golf – being so open with our sexuality and all – and I confess that my golf game suffered as a result. It seemed that Gary and Heather were having a great time as well, but Tom somehow maintained focus enough to win the match handily.

After a couple beers at the clubhouse, during which we provided suggestions - from the ribald to the ridiculous - for Tom’s consideration in planning the evening. We separated to shower and change with plans to meet for drinks and dinner.

Back in our room, Gary and I compared notes. He said that Heather talked a lot at first about how much she loved Tom and how perfect they were together which had him thinking she was probably explaining why she’d been uncomfortable with events of the previous evening. But then she started talking about them wanting to add some spice to their sex lives, much like Tom had with me.

I told him all about my conversations with Tom, particularly about our fun with Greta and Kyle, and how Tom seemed quite fascinated. We agreed that it was probably fortunate that Tom ended up “director” for the night. Neither of us was at all sure where the evening was headed, but we felt Heather would be most comfortable with him in charge. Gary mentioned that he would be comfortable with whatever I felt like doing (as long as he could watch!) and I teased him that luscious Heather looked perfect for indulging his titty fantasy. He just winked and agreed, which I admit that gave me just a twinge of jealousy - since she definitely had something to offer in the chest department that I don't - but I knew deep down that he is really all mine, this would be just for fun.

Sunset and dinner and all were great, and we all got a bit tipsy. As we finished, Tom announced that the show would begin in their room in a half-hour. He said he wanted me to dress in sexy lingerie that would work for a striptease and asked me to select something for Gary as if he were, say, a ‘Chippendale.’ I said that I would make sure he looked hot. Back in our room, we speculated on what Tom had in mind. I teased Gary about doing a male stripper show, something he’d never before done for me, and he got quite defensive saying that if that’s what was required he’d show me some moves!

Now even though my husband is in his late 40’s he stays in great shape with great pecks, good abs, and a nice tight butt, so I pulled out the male g-string (zippered pouch for his ‘equipment’ with just an elastic band around the waist and another up the crack of his butt) that I had bought for him partly as a joke and said, “Then wear this dude.” And he said, “All right, you’re on.” I let him select the rest of his clothes while I changed into a lacy black bra, black lace garter belt, and black mesh stockings, heels, and oh yes, a tiny mesh g-string that hid almost nothing. Ultra short flared mini-skirt and silk blouse (tied under my breasts a la Heather) completed the outfit. I felt quite the tart as we walked from our room to theirs.

Tom met us at the door in loose-fitting drawstring lounging pants and a tank top (quite sexy, I thought), and Heather was relaxing on the couch in a short red kimono. When we entered, he offered us a glass of the bubbly and invited us to sit down. “Wow, I can see that you followed my instructions, Marcy,” he said as he eyed my risque outfit. “And Gary did too, but it’s not obvious yet,” I said with a grin to Heather.

“So what’s the plan o' mister director?” I asked. “Actually I’m planning for you to take our little stage first,” he said gesturing to the space in front of the couch now cleared of the coffee table that was against the wall. “I want you to give me a lap dance, Marcy, but I think you’d best keep your panties on,” he added (perhaps a little reluctantly). “Sure,” I answered, “that sounds like fun,” no point anymore in being shy about my exhibitionist streak, I thought, though I was a little surprised, having expected that he would ask me to perform for Gary.

As I stood up to begin, Gary moved to the couch also and sat next to Heather. I danced a bit swaying my hips sensuously. Since his rules said panties on, I decided that I would try to get him aroused by teasing him verbally. “Would you like to see my titties, Tom?” I said as I swayed suggestively in front of him. “Oh yeah,” he said, and so I played with the knot that tied my blouse below my breasts, slowly untying it as I bent slightly forward to let him watch. My nipples were already quite erect just from the excitement of performing for him, but I tweaked and pinched them for his viewing pleasure.

“Do you like my little titties, Tom?” I asked. “They get so excited knowing you want to see them.” Then as I slid one hand beneath the miniskirt and touched myself, I said throatily, “Oh, and I’m a little damp already. Mmmmm, I just love showing myself off to such a handsome sexy man,” I continued, slowly shedding the skirt. Tom certainly wasn’t bashful as he stared at my lower half, my pussy lips already pouting open with arousal under the thin fabric. Then I bent at the waist so that my breasts swung slightly as I unfastened the clips connecting the garter belt to my stockings. That done I unfastened the garter belt and tossed it away and danced a bit more, turning and bending at times to give him a nice view of my ass as I imagined a stripper might do. After this, I lay down on the floor, raising each leg in turn to remove the stockings while enjoying the fact that this action meant giving him tantalizing glimpses of my only slightly hidden pussy. He groaned with pleasure and muttered, “My, that’s nice,” as he finally moved his glance upward to meet mine.

“You did say a lap dance, didn’t you, Tom?” I asked. “Yes indeed,” he replied, so I rose to my feet and said, “Then sit right here,” gesturing to a chair beside the couch. I danced just a bit more, then approached him and straddled his legs, which put my breasts practically in his face.

“There’s isn't a 'no-touch the titties rule' in this club is there Heather?” I asked. “I’m sure Tom would agree with that,” she replied. “Wait a second, I’m the director,” Tom objected, but then quickly added with a grin, “And I say tittie touching is quite OK.”

We all laughed, but after a moment’s glance at Gary, who nodded his approval, Tom began to lightly caress them as I let myself settle onto his thighs and slowly rubbed my pussy against them. I just loved being so outrageous, performing nearly naked for a fully-clothed man, letting him caress and kiss my breasts, and talking so dirty to him, and the best part was Gary and Tom’s wife were watching.

“Mmmm, you’re getting me so hot,” I said as I stood up and raising a leg, placed one foot on the arm of the couch so that my crotch was only a foot or two from his face. “I’ve got to keep these on, I guess, but could I pull them aside just a little to cool off?” I pouted as I asked Tom sweetly as I stroked myself thru the tiny g-string.

Tom looked at Heather for just a moment, and she replied, “Go ahead, Marcy, make him drool.” Wow, she is loosening up, I thought as I pulled the fabric aside and bared my intimate self, teasing and pulling at my lips, sliding a fingertip just inside myself to reveal my wetness, exposing my clit and making it obvious to Tom, whose face was now inches, it seemed, from my crotch, how aroused this whole scene was getting me.

“Damn you are hot,” he muttered as his hands slid up my thighs to my butt. I could sense that he wanted to pull me to him and bury his face in my crotch, but I felt it was not the moment and ended the tease by sitting back down on his lap and, offering him my breasts again, saying, “Easy big boy, you can kiss these a little more.” And he did until I backed off. “So that’s your show, Tom.”

As I sat back down on the couch in just my g-string Heather and Gary applauded and Tom complimented me profusely saying that he’d had a couple ‘professional’ lap dances in his life, but mine was far and away the best. “How sweet,” I said, adding, “Obviously the pleasure was just as much mine,” and everyone laughed.

Tom then stood up and announced, ”Gary, it’s your turn. I’d like you to entertain Heather,” and motioned for her to take the chair as he joined me on the couch. Now Gary is not the most talented dancer, but he managed to sway in rhythm as he quickly got down to business by starting to unbutton his shirt. I must say that watching lovely young Heather gaze at my husband with such obviously sexual interest gave me a new appreciation for him. He’d never even done this for me before, so I was entranced observing his moves.

With little hesitation, he moved right along to his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them smoothly, but he slowed down as he slowly dropped them, and Heather giggled nervously as she saw his g-string. Now the ‘pouch’ on this item was not all that large – and Gary has pretty big balls – so it didn’t leave much room for his cock to grow, as it had done substantially already. The oversized load had pulled the material away from his thighs, revealing the sides of his balls, and the outline of his dick was clearly visible through the material.

As he moved closer to Heather, he cupped the pouch with one hand while he teasingly outlined his cock with the index finger of the other. Heather looked over to Tom and said, “That g-string looks awfully small for what Gary has packed inside it. Don’t you think I should make him more comfortable?”

“Sure baby, help him out,” he answered … and Heather took him literally as she unzipped the zipper and my husband’s semi-hard dick popped out, landing right in her hand. I could see that she gave it a squeeze and a couple gentle strokes with her hand and in seconds it seemed to grow to maximum size. As he gave a heartfelt mmmm, she lifted it and gave it a light kiss on the underside just below the tip. After a moment though, somehow Gary managed to manfully back away, like me unsure, as he told me later, whether it was the moment to push things further. “Whoa,” he said, “baby, you are hot!” while looking straight at Heather.

“I’m just going to get rid of this thing,” he said as he stepped out of the g-string and strolled over to the couch with a gorgeous full erection standing straight out. Strangely I was thrilled and proud that she looked at him so lustfully. I’d been rubbing Tom’s thigh lightly throughout Gary’s performance, but now as Gary sat down Tom moved to stand up.

“Gary, it’s clear the ladies,” he said, looking at Heather, “really dug your performance. So now I’ve got something special planned for you and me. Ladies, would you both please take the stage. I want you to imagine you’re still in a strip club, but we’re making a video. I’m the director, and you two are performing together…”

“Your husband has quite an imagination, Heather, … shall we?” I said, as I gestured toward the ‘stage’ and my heart began pounding just a little. She joined me, still wearing the red silk kimono – and unknown undergarments – while I was enjoying being naked but for the tiny patch of fabric.

I wondered if she had planned this with Tom and I wondered how far he expected us to go. My only experience with another woman was that one night with Greta. Frankly, I don’t think that I’d be that interested in getting it on with another woman - or man for that matter - if Gary weren’t in the room sharing and enjoying the adventure as well. But my playing with Greta had been great fun, for both of us, and I had no qualms about trying it again, especially since I knew how randy watching us would get our men. Tom told us to start by slow dancing together, and as Heather and I came together to dance, I whispered in her ear, “Is this ok?”

“Oh yes,” she replied, and her hands slid down my back and squeezed my butt as she pulled me closer, and I responded in kind. It was sooo erotic, dancing belly to belly with another woman. My nipples grew hard again, stimulated as they were from rubbing against the silk of her kimono.

“Why don’t you take that kimono off of her, Marcy?” Tom said, “I’m sure Gary would like to see her tits, and I bet Heather would like you to touch them, too. Remember there’s no no-touch-the-titties rule tonight.” Needing no further encouragement, I backed away sufficiently to untie the sash, and with a shrug of her shoulders, she let the kimono fall away.

Damn, she was beautiful, her magnificent breasts jutted out proudly and only a tiny bikini bottom, tied at the sides, hid any part of her. Boldly I reached down and pulled on a loose end of the bows on each hip, and it too fell away. We embraced. I felt her tits, her belly, those luscious thighs pressed snugly against mine and then we kissed. So warm and wet and soft, it was, as our tongues met: I thought, “Wow, she’s really into this.”

I bent slightly to kiss her breasts, and she arched her back to meet me. I suckled at those beautiful mounds kissing, licking, sucking, and lightly nibbling. Her nipples were smallish yet hard and erect, and she moaned softly. We kissed again and then realizing that my g-string did not untie, she slid to her knees and teasingly pulled it down, revealing my pussy right at her eye level. I felt her hands moving up the backs of my thighs to my butt and Tom, who had removed his pants and was sporting a hard-on to rival Gary’s, urged her on lewdly, “Come on baby, bury your face in Marcy’s snatch. This is so great!” I felt her hot breath on my pubic zone but realized this would be much more fun lying down. “Let’s adjourn to the bedroom, Heather,” I said, and she immediately agreed. “Follow us boys,” she said as we headed for the bed just across the room, arm in arm, wiggling our butts invitingly.

“Heather is hungry to taste you, Marcy. I want you to lie back on the bed and spread your legs so your husband and I can watch her eat you,” Tom said, trying to reassert control. “Your wish is my command, o' mister director,” I joked since we all knew that he was ordering exactly what we wanted to do, anyhow. Still, it kind of added to the fun.

Heather had seemingly lost all inhibitions and was more than happy to entertain us all as she slid between my thighs and began kissing every inch of my pubic zone. Her hot breath and wet kisses really had me going and if my pussy could talk it would have been begging to feel her tongue inside me; so I did it for her, “Oh yes, darling, that’s lovely, give me more, baby, more. I need your tongue inside me,” then, “OH YESSSS" as she spread my lips, and I felt her lovely tongue probing as deeply within me as she could reach.

Tom and Gary had moved to either side of me, and each was playing with one of my tits as they watched Heather tongue fuck my cunt. How hot was that? Well, there was a rock hard dick jutting straight out on either side of me, so it just seemed natural to take one in each hand. I stroked them slowly as Heather moved up to lick and suck my hooded clit, but then withdrew and pulled back so the guys could see how turned on I’d become. Then she spread my swollen pussy lips, and I felt her fingers sliding up inside my sopping cunt, reaching to massage my g-spot as she returned to licking my clit.

“Oh, Heather, that’s good,” I cried out, “Yes, lick me, oh your fingers feel so good.” Tom joined in, “Heather, you’re so sexy, lick that clit good, I love seeing you be so nasty.” And Gary added, “Cum for us Marcy, cum on her tongue,” and with all that oral stimulation of every kind, not to mention the digital stimulation from her fingers rubbing me deep inside, I came in huge spasms of pleasure as I rubbed my pussy frantically against her face until my clit became almost too sensitive to continue and I lay there moaning and panting in post-orgasmic satisfaction.

“Wow, you are good, Heather, that was amazing,” I finally said, looking down at her face still between my legs. She moved up to kiss me, and I tasted myself on her lips and tongue. “One good licking deserves another, don’t you think?” I said as I slid around so that I could go down on her. “If you would like …,” she responded, and I replied, “Oh yes, I would like,” as I kissed my way down her belly and she spread her legs wide to give me total access. Gary and Tom took up positions on either side of Heather, and I knew that Gary, in particular, would enjoy viewing her in-depth, so after briefly kissing and nuzzling her thighs, I licked her nether lips a bit and then spread them for my husband’s pleasure.

“Bet you’d like to stick your dick in here, darling,” I said to Gary as I paused after teasing the sensitive lips of her wide open vagina with just the tip of my tongue, making sure the guys could see just how juicy she had gotten. I really liked the way she tasted – much like myself, actually – so I sucked on her cunt, rather noisily I confess, but everyone seemed to like that a lot. I felt so wanton half performing for our husbands; half just loving giving pleasure, but also, feeling like such a slut, and that was such fun! When my tongue lightly brushed her clit, and she reacted with a spasm of pleasure, I sensed that it was time to get down to business – this young woman needed to cum

Well, that was no problem. I loved the idea that she might soon cum on my tongue and knowing just how to treat a sensitive, very aroused clit I began gently licking around the hood protecting it, and soon she sighed and opened up to me even more – if that was possible – and so I licked it lightly with upward strokes, knowing I was just barely touching the underside of her clit.

When she began to buck her hips slowly against me in response, I knew that it was time and sucked her clit deeply yet gently into my mouth. It was so great; it seemed that with only a few more gentle strokes of my tongue, the loveliest orgasm just rolled over her body. I stayed right with her, tongue fucking her cunt, knowing just how she was feeling as I felt her pussy ‘bearing down’ on my tongue, which felt like it was touching her cervix at that moment. Some of you guys must know what I mean. I’d been licking her pussy while on my knees – butt sticking up a bit – and I had been delighted when I felt a hand slide down the crack of my ass and on to explore, somewhat tentatively, my pussy.

A quick look revealed that Gary was, not surprisingly, occupied with kissing Heather and fondling her breasts, so that meant Tom was the one exploring me. I gave him a smile and spread my knees to give him better access. When he turned from watching me do Heather to check out his handiwork, I gave Heather’s pussy a final lingering kiss and knowing just what I wanted next, rolled onto my back and slid between Tom’s legs, commencing to kiss his lovely cock, as I spread my legs in an invitation to a 69. Of course, Tom understood the gesture immediately and buried his face in my crotch as I savored the pleasures of sucking a very nice new cock.

Tom’s genitals were not all that different from Gary’s. They are both about 8”, I guess, circumcised, with very nice balls. Still, it’s so erotic being with a new partner, especially when you have the time to enjoy the slightly different taste and musk, exploring them and discovering the moves that really turn them on. And I have to confess that having a handsome man, 5 years younger than me, turn into a raging sexual animal in response to me was a nice little ego boost. I really wanted to give him the total treatment, maybe even find something Heather hadn’t tried and since, as you may have noticed, I have a little thing for balls, I soon moved on from his dick to give them some special attention.

As I tongued the space where his balls and cock meet, he came up for air from between my legs and leaned more upright to afford me better access and to watch me play. It was so great: I could stare right into his eyes as I licked every part of his scrotum and adjacent territory - I even reached in with my tongue and tickled his butt briefly - while squeezing his dick. His throbbing tool told me he loved the whole lewd scene. I sucked each ball into my mouth and stroked them with my tongue as I held them inside – got a great moan of pleasure each time! When, finally, I moved back to his dick I squeezed and stroked it and when a sweet taste of pre-cum emerged I licked it up, smiling up into his eyes, before swallowing his dick, in one smooth motion, as deeply as I could.

With that he dove back between my wide spread legs, and, wrapping his arms around my hips and half lifting them to give himself direct access to my wide open cunt, he tongue-fucked me vigorously as his cock fucked my mouth - his balls practically bouncing on my nose with every thrust! But I wasn’t about to let him cum just yet, so eventually, I kind of nudged him so that we ended up on our sides. This allowed me to glance over at Gary from between Tom’s thighs and I saw that he was lying back with his head propped up by a pillow against the headboard allowing a perfect view of both my antics with Tom and Heather, who was doing a most enthusiastic job of sucking his dick. I smiled up at him and asked, “Having fun lover?”

“Oh yeah,” he replied. About that time, Tom turned around and, kneeling at the foot of the bed and putting my feet on his shoulders, spread me and got really serious about licking my clit. So what’s a girl to do? Well, this girl had a wonderful orgasm. Tom was very good. Gary is very good. Just different, but differences are what make ‘new,’ fun, right? Besides, Gary was watching it all and obviously sharing in my pleasure. Well, I don’t think 10 seconds had passed after my nice cum before Tom had my legs up over his shoulders and was plunging his hard dick deep inside my oh, so ready, cunt. Then he stopped suddenly and asked, “Is this ok?”

“Oh yeah, mister director, anything thing you want …,” I replied laughing. As he began thrusting himself slowly but deeply inside me, I looked over at Gary and Heather and saw that they had changed positions also. She was lying on her back, legs spread wide and his face was now buried in her crotch. From her expression, he must have been doing beautiful things. Soon it was pretty apparent that her increasing arousal was heading for a climax, and so I turned back to Tom and said, “I think my husband is going to make your wife cum.”

“Guess it’s only fair, considering how good this feels,” he said. He never took his eyes off them as Gary launched Heather into a beautiful orgasm, but his slow thrusting into me became a pounding, so I knew that he definitely was not turned off by what he was seeing. I took advantage of the enthusiastic fucking I was getting to stroke my clit, the combination of which sent me into my first lovely orgasm on his cock. Frankly, that just energized me, and since Tom was breathing hard and sweating nicely, I said to him, “Lie back down and let me ride you, big boy.” He complied most willingly, and in moments I had straddled him, and his hard-on had slipped smoothly inside me. Now I just love being on top since controlling the angle and the friction lets me cum very easily that way.

As I started riding him, I realized that we were so arranged as to give Heather and Gary a perfect view of my ass and his cock sliding inside me. Then I leaned forward as I rode him in order to kiss him and rub his sweaty chest against mine, well aware that it just improved Heather and Gary’s totally pornographic view. As we kissed, I felt Tom’s hands reach down and grab my butt. Then, spreading my cheeks a bit, he slid a finger down between them to my pussy and coated it with my copious juices before moving back up to stop at my butt hole. He teased around my backdoor then slid the finger just inside, massaging it gently. Well, I do have to confess that that turns me on - a fact that must have been quite obvious as I rode him faster and harder than ever. Wow, another nice ‘O’ - a light one, but very nice - left me collapsed on his chest until I whispered in his ear, “You nasty boy.” He replied, “Just trying to keep up with a very nasty girl,” and we both giggled.

We shifted our attention to the other side of the bed as we heard Heather moan loudly, “Oh fuck yes!” She was lying back, and Gary had obviously just plunged in to the hilt. “Let’s watch them,” I suggested to Tom, and we moved to get a better view of them fucking.

“Give us a look at your juicy pussy baby,” Tom said, and as Gary withdrew for a moment, she spread herself, revealing a very wet, pink vagina. Her lips were large, like mine, when fully engorged - as now - and her juices were flowing down to the crack of her butt. Gary knelt briefly to suck and pull at those luscious lips then returned to banging her hard and deep.

When Tom moved to stand by her head so she could suck on him as well, I knelt beside her so that I could suck on her nipples. I used a free hand to both squeeze and stroke the base of Gary’s cock and massage Heather's lips at the same time. This is something I often do when Gary is fucking me on my back.

But ... it wasn't my lips his thick cock was sliding between, yet I felt not even a stab of jealousy. Actually, in that moment of horny altruism, I really wanted them to enjoy each other as much as I was enjoying Tom. So of course, wanting to help, I just had to use all that rich lubrication my fingers were collecting to begin slowly rubbing her clit. Heather wasn’t shy about showing her appreciation as she moaned, “Oh yesss,” and rolled and ground her hips in response to our various stimulation. Her large breasts heaved and shook most erotically with every thrust. I knew exactly how good all this had to feel as Gary and I steadily increased the tempo; he pounded her pussy, and I strummed her clit, to what was ultimately a very obviously marvelous orgasm.

In moments, her climax – plus a little help from me providing extra friction at the base of his dick – sent Gary right over the top also. I recognized immediately those deep, powerful thrusts that meant he was shooting spurts of cum deep inside her. Knowing that Tom was taking in all this action as well, I slid down and took Gary’s cock in my mouth when his ejaculatory thrusts ended, savoring the musky, salty taste of their mingled fluids, and letting Tom know that I could be very nasty indeed.

As Gary and Heather collapsed into a pile, I headed for Tom who, amazingly, had still not yet cum. Heather had abandoned his dick in the throes of their orgasms, but it still appeared to be rock hard so I crawled across the bed toward him and as we met I said, “How do you want me, big boy?” He smiled at me for a moment and then said, “Stay on your knees, Marcy, I want to fuck you from behind.” Well, that was more than fine by me, so I answered, “Oh good,” and turned around offering up my naked ass. His fingers explored me briefly and, discovering, I’m sure, that I was totally wet and ready, he slid inside me and within a couple of strokes was buried to the balls, so to speak.

“Oh fuck, that’s so good,” I think I cried out and was soon pushing back to meet each of his thrusts, wanting to feel that wonderful cock in the depths of my cunt. I sensed from his slow, steady rhythm that he was trying still to control his arousal, and that was fine by me. At that moment I felt like I could have taken this lovely fucking all night. Tom wasn't going fast, but it seemed like he was constantly varying the angle and depth and thus touching me deep inside in new places with every thrust. My pussy was so aroused that it was almost involuntarily kegeling in response to every move. It was absolutely marvelous.

We continued like this awhile savoring the sensations, but then he said he wanted to look at me as he came, so I - taking this as a nice compliment - quite happily rolled over and hardly missing a beat, he was back inside me. I really wanted this one to be huge for him, and I knew he liked me being ‘nasty,’ so I started encouraging him lewdly. “Oh god, I love your cock … my cunt loves your cock … take it, lover ... use my cunt baby,” I moaned, as he kept up his pounding.

He was sweating freely by now, even dripping at times, so I reached up and rubbed his chest and then smeared his sweat on my breasts and said, “Oh yes, I love it wet, baby, and I can’t wait for you to drench me with your cum,” – and all of this was quite true at that moment.

When he rested for a moment and sat back on his knees, I thought he might like a look at my throbbing pussy, so I reached down to spread open my lips. He understood and withdrew just enough to get a good look deep inside me. I must have been well stretched and wide-open from all that great fucking.

But clearly, his cock needed my warmth and my wetness even more than his brain needed visuals for he was soon buried deep inside me again, and as his rhythm accelerated, I suspected that this time we were headed for the big one. “Give it to me, lover,” I moaned again, as he wrapped his arms around me and mashed our bodies together.

I remember so well the incredible feeling of us sliding together wetly as he held me in his arms and we ground our bodies together. That steady thrusting became a frantic pounding as we both reveled in the heady sensations of our sweaty embrace. Boy did he cum, I even had a little “O” of my own just from feeling the powerful contractions of his ejaculation and the spurts of cum that flooded inside me. When finally he collapsed beside me, I slithered down to sample one more time his wilting dick, taking it all in my mouth but sucking gently since I knew how sensitive it can be post-orgasm.

Heather joined me and took a turn at licking his now shriveled cock. “Are you ok with all this?” I asked quietly. “Oh yeah,” she responded, “Just amazed … it was so much better than I ever fantasized.” I crawled over to Gary and after a lingering kiss to his genitals slithered up his body and kissed him deeply, knowing full well that I was still damp and must have reeked with the mingled odors – and tastes – of my passionate fucking with Tom.

“Baby, you were great,” he said ... it was so nice being reassured that he’d enjoyed my slutty behavior. “So were you, my love, I loved watching you get to act out your big titty fantasy with Heather,” I answered.

By this time, it was pretty late, and we were all pretty sated. We all lamented the fact that Tom and Heather were headed home the next day and exchanged addresses and emails and promised we’d hold a reunion soon. I suspect that we will.

One thing sure, Gary and I had great sex the remainder of our vacation: in our case, it never was an issue of rekindling the passion, just pouring gasoline on the flames, I’d say.