Adventures In Swinging, Ch. 02: Desire free porn video

I had never felt nervous excitement to the degree that I experienced on the day we arrived at Desire resort in Cancun, Mexico. It felt as though every one of my senses was heightened. I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins. We were hurtling toward a strange new world completely foreign to everything we had ever known – one that could very well change our lives forever. I squeezed Kathleen’s hand as we checked in at the front lobby. Her sweet smile calmed my nerves only a little.

We were handed a glass of champagne, and we toasted to our exciting new adventure. As we continued the check-in process, I looked to the rear of the lobby, where a glass wall separated us from this mysterious fantasyland. Just then, a couple walked by, hand-in-hand, and completely naked except for their footwear. She was tall, blonde, and perfectly built. He was even taller, with muscles on top of his muscles, and an absurdly-long appendage dangling between his thighs.

One of my many trepidations about visiting this resort was that all of the women would be supermodel-worthy, and all of the men would be bodybuilding gods with giant cocks. I considered myself to be a good-looking guy. I was in good shape for a man of my age, and from everything I had seen and read, I had nothing to be ashamed of down below. Yet, the looming task of being naked in front of a resort full of complete strangers dredged up old insecurities. Of course, the promotional material for the resort displayed nothing but beautiful people, but the folks on the message board assured me that people of “all shapes and sizes” visit Desire. The first guests I saw, however, did little to allay my insecurity.

We were told that our room would not be ready for a while, and were invited to use the pool-side buffet and enjoy lunch while our room was prepared. Kathleen and I exited through the back of the lobby and into the grounds of the resort. When we turned the corner toward the pool area, nothing could have prepared me for what I saw. There were dozens of naked people standing in the pool, lounging beside the pool, and casually chatting and laughing with other guests as if they weren’t all naked.

Although I tried to behave as casually as possible, I couldn’t help but glance at each and every naked body. I was relieved to see that the guests on the message board were correct. Every shape and size were represented, as was the full spectrum of attractiveness. Thankfully, most of the guests appeared to be near our age.

We made our way to the buffet, filled our plates, and sat at a small table overlooking the pool. We said nothing to each other for a while, and simply enjoyed our surprisingly-delicious food while feasting our eyes on the most spectacular people-watching opportunity of our lifetimes. I looked toward the ocean and noticed the white canopies of the beach beds. In front of that area, a volleyball game was taking place. In every way, this resort was like any other we had visited – with the slight exception that everyone was naked!

When we were led to our room, I desperately wanted to release all of my pent-up sexual frustration. Kathleen, however, preferred to quickly change and head straight to the pool. As per usual, she won that debate. We made our way back to the pool and found a couple of available lounge chairs. I wore a bathing suit to the pool, while Kathleen wore a bathing suit bottom and a sheer white top. She looked so fucking sexy I almost didn’t want her to remove it.

While I hesitated and made excuses to delay the inevitable act of removing my shorts, she had already removed all of her attire and situated herself ever-so-seductively into her lounge chair. Before we left, she had decided to shave all of her pubic hair. She had read on the message boards that most of the women guests do so, and she didn’t want to stand out. Also, she knew it would be a huge turn-on for me. With her good looks, bold red hair, and pale skin, however, she couldn’t help but stand out from the crowd.

As if taking the first step off of a bridge while bungee-jumping, I quickly removed my shorts and lay on my chair. Self-consciously, I gave my cock a little tug to ensure that it was as presentable as possible. A waitress soon appeared and took our drink orders. It was a little strange chatting with a completely-clothed stranger while nude, but I got used to it after a few drinks.

The drinks kept coming at regular intervals, and I finally felt myself beginning to relax. By four o’clock, I suggested to Kathleen that we check out the rooftop hot tub. I had read many stories about some wild times on that rooftop, and I was eager to see it all for myself. The kidney-shaped hot tub was enormous. It was probably big enough to fit sixty people. We set aside our belongings, waded into the water, and sat at the bar. The bartender, Miguel, took our orders and engaged with us in friendly conversation. Throughout the night, Miguel ensured that our glasses were never empty. Often before we finished one drink, another would appear.

I had told Kathleen that I didn’t want to “hook up” with anyone on our first night. I wanted to relax and get a feel for the resort before diving straight into swinging. Although there were only a few people in the hot tub when we arrived, it filled to capacity by sunset. Dozens of naked bodies bumped up against one another – often purposely.

Kathleen and I had always been somewhat shy in social settings. The decision to begin swinging seemed to change our personalities, and our experience at Desire made a tremendous impact in that it forced us to become more social. When you are casually chatting with a naked person, trying your best to maintain eye contact, there is little choice but to discover engaging topics of conversation. We were struck by how friendly – and “normal” – everyone was. We didn’t know what to expect, and we were pleasantly surprised. The people we met were so friendly and so open and honest, it was difficult not to become instant friends.

As the evening progressed, the activities in and surrounding the hot tub became a little more heated. I spotted two couples on the beds surrounding the hot tub, having sex as if no one were watching. One couple was in a “69” position, while the other fucked doggy-style. I made eye contact with the woman being fucked and quickly looked away. I wasn’t sure about the etiquette. Did they want to be watched? Was it rude to watch? Either way, I couldn’t help but glance at the live porn every now and then.

We met so many couples, it was difficult to keep their names straight. Eventually, we had to get some food in our bellies. Reluctantly, we left the hot tub, made our way back to our room, and then headed out to dinner. While waiting for a table, we met a couple that we recognized from the hot tub. They invited us to eat with them. They were a much older couple, and we knew it was more of a friendly invitation than one with any strings attached.

We enjoyed a very nice dinner with our new friends, and then returned to our room for a brief break in the action. When we returned to the hot tub, we found a raucous scene before us. Naked bodies filled the hot tub. Most of the beds were occupied by fucking couples. Men sat at the edge of the hot tub while women sucked their cocks.

We waded back into the water and brushed up against several naked bodies as we made our way to the bar. Miguel recognized us immediately and prepared two drinks before we could ask him. We continued our conversations with those we recognized, and were introduced to more couples. After a while, I excused myself to use the men’s room. When I returned, Kathleen was chatting with a couple that she introduced as Dave and Kendra.

Dave was tall and thin, and had a bold personality. Kendra looked as though she could be a fitness instructor. She looked firm and fit, and her breasts were too perfectly-shaped to be natural. We had such a casual and natural conversation that after a while it seemed we had known each other for years. At some point, Kathleen and Kendra disappeared, leaving Dave and I to chat. When the ladies returned, Kathleen pulled Dave aside while Kendra turned my back to them and placed her arms around my shoulders.

“So,” she said, “Kathleen tells me you’re celebrating the big four-oh soon.”

“Uh, yeah,” I said with some hesitation. Butterflies invaded my belly. I didn’t know what to do with my hands. Should I touch this naked woman I just met?

She leaned in closer and whispered in my ear. “She also tells me that you want to experience two women at the same time.” Her hands caressed my shoulders. I reflexively placed my hands on her hips.

I didn’t know what to say. Why would Kathleen tell her this when we agreed we wouldn’t hook up on our first night?

“I think we can make that happen,” Kendra growled, nibbling on my ear.

My hands instinctively moved south, and I squeezed her ass. It was as firm as it looked. She leaned in to kiss me, and I was struck with pure panic. As her lips meshed with mine, I couldn’t help but think that what I was doing was wrong. This was the first set of lips I allowed to touch mine since Kathleen and I met. Would my wife really be okay with this?

I had to admit, Kendra was a good kisser. As much as I didn’t want to break that kiss, I desperately needed to check in with my wife to ensure that all was well. I looked behind me and my stomach dropped. Kathleen was facing me with her eyes closed and a smile on her face. Dave was behind her, kissing her neck. His hands were fondling her breasts. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

I experienced the full range of human emotions: fear, excitement, panic, arousal, angst, jealousy, exhilaration. Then I noticed that Kathleen was reaching behind her with her left hand. It was below the water, and moving. My wife’s hand was stroking another man’s cock. We had officially crossed the line. There was no turning back.

Although you can prepare yourself as much as possible, you don’t know how you will react when you witness something that potentially traumatic. I was relieved to discover that I was okay with it – to the point of arousal. I was no longer watching porn videos of men sharing their wives and substituting Kathleen’s image in my mind. This was happening live, right in front of me. It was the most incredible sight I had ever witnessed to that point.

I returned to my make-out session with Kendra, trying desperately not to concern myself with what was happening only a few feet behind me. She reached below the water and grabbed my cock. Another milestone had been reached: another woman was touching my cock – the first new hand on my cock in almost twenty years.

She excused herself to the restroom, and I got Kathleen’s attention and pulled her aside.

“What the hell?” I said. “I thought we were not going to—“

“I know,” she interrupted, “but they’re leaving tomorrow. And they’re hot, don’t you think? I know you think Kendra is hot.”

I couldn’t deny that, but I also felt unprepared, especially after downing so many drinks. I wasn’t planning to “perform” that night.

“Just go with it,” Kathleen said, kissing me. “You’ll thank me later.”

After all of the years I spent fantasizing about situations like this, it seemed inconceivable that when the opportunity arose to actualize that fantasy, I had to be talked into it by the most improbable wingman imaginable.

Dave and Kendra had booked a deluxe room with a jacuzzi. The girls decided to leave in order to prepare the jacuzzi, leaving Dave and me alone once more.

“You okay with all of this?” he asked.

“Sure, yeah,” I responded. “Honestly, I’m a little worried. After so many drinks, I’m not sure I can…you know, perform.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he said. “Just relax and you’ll be fine. And hey, if you need it, I have a Viagra on our bathroom counter. Just take a little bite and you’ll be good to go.”

In my warped state of hypersexualized deliria, I was hoping to open the door to Dave and Kendra’s room and find our two wives on the bed in a “69” position. Although Kathleen said she had little interest in having sex with women, she was willing to give it a try. Instead, the two women were lounging in the jacuzzi with waters in hand. Dave and I joined them, and we sat boy-girl-boy-girl around the circular tub.

As we made small talk, our hands began to wander beneath the bubbling surface. I felt Kathleen’s hand on my thigh. Then another hand touched my other thigh. I moved my hands to the thighs of the women to my left and right. I could see Kathleen’s hand moving below the water on her other side. A hand found my cock. I kissed Kathleen, and then turned to kiss Kendra. I imagine this light-petting and make-out session could have continued throughout the night, but Kathleen was impatient. She grabbed my hand, pulled me out of the jacuzzi, and led me to the bed.

She immediately positioned herself between my legs and took my cock in her mouth. As she did, Kendra slowly joined her. The moment when my wife physically handed my cock to another woman is an image that is burned into my memory forever. Kendra took my cock in her mouth, and Kathleen licked my balls. My lifelong dream of feeling two mouths on my cock had been fulfilled.

I glanced toward Dave, and I could tell he was enjoying the show. He stroked his cock with one hand and the back of his wife’s head with the other. I wish I could say this incredible experience lasted for a good, long, time. Instead, within less than a minute, I felt an unstoppable wave of pleasure cresting far too soon.

“Wait, wait!” I shouted, with Kendra’s mouth still wrapped around my cock. But it was too late. The first powerful spurt hit the back of her throat before she had a chance to react. She quickly pulled away and spit the cum from her mouth and several more spurts painted my belly.

“I’m so sorry,” I said. “It just snuck up on me.”

“That’s okay,” Kendra said, wiping her mouth. Although she smiled, I could sense that she was annoyed. “I hope you liked your birthday gift.”

I couldn’t believe our first swinging experience had ended so quickly. I was disappointed with myself and blamed Kathleen for not “clearing the chamber” earlier in the day when I asked for it. I walked to the bathroom to clean myself up, and that’s when I saw the Viagra tablet on the counter. I had never taken any erectile dysfunction drugs before, but I was always curious about it. Remembering Dave’s offer, I took a bite of it.

When I returned to the main living area, I wasn’t prepared for what I saw. My wife’s mouth was on Dave’s cock. I watched as she took his entire length into her throat, and I laughed to myself when I saw the expression on his face. I knew exactly how he felt in that moment. I felt a strange sense of pride for allowing another man to experience that sensation.

I watched, mesmerized, as Kathleen and Kendra took turns sucking Dave’s dick. They handed it back and forth, again and again. I envied his stamina and self-control. After a while, I positioned Kathleen on the bed so that I could lick her pussy while she continued to suck cock. She seemed to really respond to that, and moaned with a mouthful of Dave’s cock. It was perhaps the most erotic sound I’d ever heard.

Eventually, she wasn’t able to concentrate any further on Dave’s cock. She grabbed my head with both hands and held it tightly as I brought her to a powerful orgasm. As I worked toward a second one, Dave had positioned his wife on all fours, and was plowing into her from behind. To my surprise, I found myself fully-erect again. Perhaps it was the sexy atmosphere, or perhaps Dave’s pill had worked its magic. Whichever was true, I used my hard cock to fuck Kathleen to another orgasm.

Dave’s pace grew more urgent, and I could tell he was on the verge of climaxing. I then heard someone suggest that he should cum on Kathleen’s face. I was surprised to discover that it was my own voice. I had always fantasized about cumming on a woman’s face since the moment I watched my first classic porn video. It seemed so dirty at the time that merely thinking of it made me aroused. The thought of someone other than me cumming on my wife’s face was pretty much the filthiest and most arousing idea conceivable.

He didn’t hesitate. He pulled out of his wife’s pussy and scrambled to the head of the bed. Although Kathleen usually protested whenever I suggested cumming on her face, she eagerly turned toward him, closed her eyes, and opened her mouth. Dave stroked his cock over her face and covered her forehead, cheeks, and lips with his seed.

“That was so fucking hot!” I said.

“Can I have a towel?” was all that Kathleen could manage to say in response.

I scrambled for a towel and handed it to her. Dave then looked at me and nodded toward his wife.

“You wanna hit that?” he asked.

I looked to my right, and Kendra was still positioned on all fours. Her gorgeous, perfect, heart-shaped ass was lifted enticingly in my direction. I grabbed a condom nearby, and for the first time in nearly twenty years, I unraveled it over my still-hard cock.

I positioned myself behind her and entered her. She had her knees together, and her pussy felt incredibly tight in that position. I grabbed her firm ass with both hands and fucked her slowly and steadily. Kathleen left the bed for a moment, leaving only Dave as our audience.

I’m fucking another man’s wife, I thought to myself. It felt so wrong, and yet so undeniably arousing. Kathleen rejoined us on the bed, and the two of them watched us until I filled the condom with another deposit. I couldn’t recall if I had ever cum twice so quickly in succession.

I excused myself to their bathroom once more, and when I returned, I was met with yet another shocking visual. Kathleen was lying on their bed with her legs absurdly high in the air and spread wide. Dave was between her legs, fucking her hard and fast. I had assumed that we were all done, but apparently, he had yet another round in him. And now, for the first time in our marriage, another man was fucking my wife.

I sat on the couch next to Kendra and we watched as Dave continued to pump away. Kathleen was moaning loudly and shouting “Oh, god!” over and over again. It sounded as if she were on the verge of another orgasm.

Suddenly, Kendra unexpectedly rose from the couch and bolted out the door. Dave saw what had happened and chased after her, leaving Kathleen and me in an awkward situation. We grabbed our belongings as quickly as possible and scurried from the room.

At the time, I couldn’t understand why Kendra had suddenly become so upset. I assumed she became jealous of all the attention Dave paid to Kathleen. Looking back, I realize that she was likely upset that the three of us didn’t pay enough attention to her. Whatever the case, it was a somewhat sour ending to what had been an incredibly exciting evening.

*

When we returned to our room, we showered and climbed into bed. We talked about everything that had happened that night and reviewed every moment from beginning to end. I discovered that the reason Kathleen’s legs were so high in the air when Dave fucked her was that he had placed a pile of pillows under her ass. She explained that this created an angle that allowed his cock to hit her G-spot. Naturally, I had to try this technique myself. That night, we learned that one of the advantages of swinging is learning new sexual tricks.

The following day, we woke up earlier than expected. It seemed that we no longer required sleep or food. We sustained ourselves on pure adrenaline and sexual energy. We spent the afternoon lounging on one of the beach beds, where we relaxed to the soothing sounds of the ocean waves and sipped fruity drinks provided by the roaming attendants.

Every once in a while, a fully-clothed couple would stroll in front of us, within feet of our naked bodies. As it was a public beach surrounded on both sides by “vanilla” resorts, it was common for the guests of those resorts to walk past ours. It was amusing to see the expressions on their faces as they tried to simultaneously appear casual while stealing glances at all the naked bodies.

Kathleen and I continued to talk about our experience with Dave and Kendra. Just thinking about what had happened gave me a raging hard-on that I couldn’t suppress no matter how hard I tried. I eventually convinced Kathleen to go back to our room and relieve that pressure.

We returned to the hot tub that afternoon, where we reconnected with “old” friends and met some new ones. After dinner that evening, we decided to visit the nightclub. Each night, the resort featured entertainment and a themed dress code. That night, the theme was based off of the movie, Eyes Wide Shut. Upon entering the nightclub, those who opted to participate were each given a black robe and a Marti Gras-style mask. As instructed, Kathleen and I stripped down to our underwear and wore our robes and masks. We felt a bit silly, but went with it. Being naked in front of complete strangers for two days had a way of putting things in perspective.

The hosts began their “ceremony” with cheesy, ominous, music and a speech about sexual rituals. They then selected a few couples from the crowd and ushered them to the center of the stage. Kathleen and I were chosen, and we joined the other confused people. At the direction of the hosts, the men formed a circle around the women.

The women were instructed to disrobe, and they all complied with nervous giggles. Although I had seen every one of them naked already, it was strangely exciting to see them get naked. The hosts then encouraged the women to dance and fondle each other. Kathleen was a good sport about it. She kissed one of the women and they touched each other’s breasts. If it weren’t for the strange setting and the fact that about sixty people were watching with curious bemusement, it would have been very erotic.

Next, the women were instructed to remove the robes of their partners. Kathleen gleefully removed my robe and then yanked down my boxer shorts. I suddenly felt very self-conscious. Being naked in front of other naked people was an entirely different experience than being naked in front of clothed people. I felt as though they were all staring at my dick.

The ladies were then instructed to kneel in front of their men. The host then dropped his cheesy ominous tone and shouted, “Now suck those cocks!” Kathleen worked on me like a pro, but I was so self-conscious I was only half-erect by the time she finished. After a brief time, the host called an end to the ceremony, and the guests returned to their normal activities.

I was eager to check out the “sin room” at the rear of the nightclub. Later that night, I convinced Kathleen to join me. It was a dimly-lit room lined with raised red benches of various sizes. Along one of the benches, a woman was licking another woman’s pussy while two men watched with great interest. Next to them, within reaching distance, a couple fucked in the missionary position.

Kathleen and I stripped naked and placed our clothing aside. We took an open spot at the opposite side of the room and she immediately began giving me head. As she expertly engulfed my cock, I watched the live porn across the room. Kathleen seemed to be putting on a show. She positioned herself in such a way that the others could see her take the full length of my cock into her throat. It was clear she was showing off her newly-discovered skill.

She climbed on top of me and slid my cock inside her. As she rode on top of me, she threw her head back, grabbed her breasts, and moaned loudly. There was no longer any doubt about it. She was definitely putting on a show. All three men’s eyes were on my wife as she rode my cock with eager enthusiasm.

“Oh, god! I’m cumming!” she said.

She grinded on top of me and her entire body shook. She held herself in place as she continued to loudly moan and quiver. When her orgasm finally subsided, she hopped off of me and took my cock back in her mouth. She bobbed her head along my cock so intensely that I soon unloaded inside her mouth. She gulped down several massive loads and continued to suck until I couldn’t take anymore and gently pushed her head away.

After we dressed, I glanced at one of the guys in the room. He gave me the thumbs-up sign and smiled.

*

We took a break from our usual daily routine the next day by attending a seminar. We happened to choose a week where the resort had hired a “sex expert” to give daily seminars. We had heard good reviews from the guests that had attended, so we decided to give it a shot. That day’s seminar was on the art of licking pussy. Needless to say, Kathleen was very interested in attending.

The seminar was held in the nightclub, which was so crowded when we arrived that we quickly claimed one of the few remaining chairs available. The sex expert, Jessica, was a stunning young woman with exotic features and a killer body. She began by instructing the ladies to remove their clothing, sit back, and relax. The guys would be doing all the work from that point forward.

For the next forty-five minutes, Jessica issued step-by-step instructions to the guys, beginning with a light massage, kisses to the neck, gentle fondling of the breasts, and licking and sucking the nipples. More than twenty minutes seemed to pass before we were instructed to touch our partner’s pussy.

Although the room was filled with nervous laughter by all the women when the seminar began, those giggles were replaced with moans when the men were finally allowed to go to work. Roughly sixty women all moaning in unison created quite an erotic symphony. I continued to follow Jessica’s instructions and soon felt Kathleen reach her first orgasm. She experienced several more before the seminar officially ended. As we exited the room, we had to step around many couples who had moved past oral sex and into all-out fucking.

We fell back into our routine after that. We visited the hot tub in the afternoon, and the nightclub after dinner. We then decided to make another trip to the hot tub that night, and made love under the stars on one of the beds surrounding the hot tub. Afterward, we lay there for quite a while, simply gazing at the stars while I held her in my arms.

*

When we visited the hot tub on the afternoon of our final day at the resort, we were a bit disappointed to see that the atmosphere was more subdued than usual. We took our usual spot at the bar, and Miguel greeted us with his warm smile and two drinks. We struck up conversations with the few people who were there and learned that many of the guests were out on an excursion away from the resort.

I chatted with a couple we had met earlier in the week, and had my back turned to Kathleen as she struck up a conversation with a bald man who was lingering near the bar. After a while, I noticed that it was quiet behind me. When I turned around, I saw the two of them making out like a couple of horny teenagers. My cock instantly hardened.

I had always known that Kathleen had a strange attraction to bald men. Given that I had a full head of hair, this always struck me as odd. Although I tried not to stare at them, I couldn’t help but glance every now and then. It was obvious that she was very attracted to this guy. I had just noticed that she was groping him under the water when I received a tap on the shoulder.

The older couple that we had met on our first day at the resort chose that moment to say hello to me. I couldn’t hide my erection, as it protruded above the water. I could feel my face flush as I spoke to them, trying desperately to hide both my erection and the action that was taking place behind me. They had explained to us that they are not swingers, and seemed to disapprove of swinging in general. They assumed that we were sexually-exclusive nudists like them, although we never indicated that to them one way or another.

“Where’s Kathleen?” the old man asked me, displaying a wide smile.

“Uhh…” I stammered. I didn’t quite know what to tell him. I was considering lying about her whereabouts when he looked past me and his smile quickly faded. He excused himself and led his wife to the other end of the hot tub.

When Kathleen finally came up for air, she introduced me to her new friend.

“This is Roger,” she said. “He’s French-Canadian.”

“Hello, French-Canadian Roger,” I said, and shook his hand. “I’m Joe. I see you’ve already met my wife.”

“I hope you don’t mind,” he said with a French accent. “She is absolutely stunning.”

“Yes she is,” I said with a smile.

Roger stepped away for a moment, giving me an opportunity to chat with my wife. She explained that she was only flirting with him when he suddenly began kissing her. Apparently, he was a very good kisser.

“Do you want to fuck him?” I asked.

“Maybe…” she said in her teasing manner, flashing that dimple at me once again.

“What about his wife? Where is she?”

“She’s back in their room, napping,” Kathleen explained.

“And she’s okay with him fucking around without her?” I asked.

“I don’t know. Let’s ask him.”

When Roger returned, he explained that he and his wife have an open marriage, and that they are both fine with fooling around separately. I asked him if he would be open to the two of us having our way with Kathleen on one of the beds, and he was more than agreeable with that. First, I had to use the restroom, so I told the two of them to wait for me before they got started. When I left them, they were making out in the corner by the bar once again.

I was incredibly excited about the notion of “tag-teaming” my wife. I had watched many porn scenes where a woman is “spit-roasted” by two men, with one cock in her mouth and another in her pussy. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would have a chance to experience that scene myself.

When I returned to the hot tub, Kathleen and Roger were no longer standing in the corner. They weren’t in any of the beds, either. I eventually spotted them chatting with a woman.

“This is Roger’s wife, Brigitte,” Kathleen explained when I approached them.

I shook her hand and introduced myself, trying not to let my disappointment show. I realized at that moment that my fantasy scenario was not going to happen. A foursome seemed unlikely as well. Although she wasn’t unattractive, Brigitte simply wasn’t my type. She was very thin, and appeared to be much older than I was. One of the “rules” we created when Kathleen and I debated the pros and cons of swinging was that we would never “take one for the team” by forcing one of us to fuck someone we found unattractive.

Before I knew what happened, Kathleen had already made arrangements to have dinner with Roger and Brigitte. Once we were alone, I lodged my formal protest over “taking one for the team.” She assured me that it wouldn’t come to that. We would only have dinner together.

We enjoyed a very nice dinner with Roger and Brigitte, and our conversation was smooth and natural. After dinner, they suggested we attend the entertainment show, which was held outside of the nightclub that night. We agreed, but explained that we needed to stop by our room first to change. I was very excited about the theme that night, which was “Schoolgirl Night.” Kathleen had purchased a schoolgirl costume that looked incredible on her, and I couldn’t wait to see it again.

When we met with Roger and Brigitte outside of the nightclub, the expression on Roger’s face when he saw what Kathleen was wearing was priceless. She wore a white, button-down dress shirt that was unbuttoned to display plenty of cleavage. She wore no bra, so her nipples were visible through the thin fabric. Her plaid skirt was so short, you could see that she wore no panties whenever she bent over even slightly. She wore thigh-high white stockings and topped it all off with thick, black, high-heeled shoes.

After a brief delay, the show began. Professional dancers performed for us in skimpy attire to the deafening beat of dance music. I wrapped my arms around Kathleen from behind and softly kissed her neck, eliciting a sexy purr. Her low moaning seemed to grow louder as I continued to work on her neck with my lips and tongue. Then I noticed that her moaning sounded a bit muffled. I opened my eyes and realized that as I was kissing her neck, Roger was kissing her mouth.

We continued to work on her until she was practically melting between us. She turned to look at me. She was breathing heavily, and I could see the look of raw lust in her eyes. I motioned to Roger, and he took her by the hand and practically ran with her up the stairs to the nightclub. Brigitte and I followed them quickly into the back room.

They didn’t bother getting undressed. Kathleen positioned Roger on his back on top of one of the benches and frantically worked to lower his pants. She freed his cock and practically inhaled it. He tossed his head back and groaned in pleasure.

Brigitte removed her clothes and lay on the bench next to them. I was so swept up in the passion of the moment, I no longer cared about my unattraction to her. In fact, she was looking better and better as the night wore on. I began licking her pussy, employing some of the tricks and tips I had learned at our seminar.

“Your husband has a magical tongue,” she remarked to Kathleen. It was a phrase I would repeat many times for my wife as a reminder over the years to come.

By the expression on Roger’s face, Kathleen was doing an extraordinary job of sucking his cock. The way she was bent over between his legs gave me an exquisite view of her delicious ass. I wanted to reach over and grab it, but I had my hands full with Brigitte, who was thrusting herself into my face, imploring me to lick harder and faster.

I was still working on Brigitte’s pussy when Kathleen tapped me on the shoulder and asked for a condom. I stood and reached into my pocket. She snatched it from me and quickly unrolled it over Roger’s cock before hopping on top of him. As soon as I stood, Brigitte began undoing my pants. She took them off while I watched Kathleen ride her new bald friend. Then I felt Brigitte’s warm mouth on my cock.

When she was satisfied that I was good and hard, she asked me to wear a condom. She then turned around and presented me with her ass. For a woman her age, she had a nice ass. I fucked her from behind while watching Kathleen ride Roger’s cock. She was still fully-clothed. Her little skirt popped up every time she came down, giving me an exciting glimpse of the action.

Brigitte ordered me to fuck her harder, so I grabbed her petite buttocks and thrust into her as hard as I could. She responded with loud grunts and groans. Her muscles tensed, and she announced to the room that she was cumming. I held myself deep inside her for a moment and felt her pussy squeeze my cock.

Kathleen slowed her pace. She dismounted, removed Roger’s condom, and went down on him again. I could no longer resist the lure of her bare ass. I moved toward her, stripped off my condom, and inserted my cock as she continued to work on Roger with her mouth. My fantasy of spit-roasting my wife was now fulfilled.

Brigitte watched with exhaustion as Kathleen worked two cocks at the same time. Roger came first. I followed shortly thereafter. The four of us then gathered our belongings and snuck out of the sin room as stealthily as possible.

*

Our vacation was everything we had hoped it would be. We took a risk and did something that most married couples would never think of doing. Not only did we survive, but we thrived. I had never felt closer to my wife than I did by the end of that vacation. She had stepped outside of her comfort zone and allowed herself to be truly free, sexually, for the first time in her life. I was seeing an entirely new side to my wife, and I was thrilled to witness her transformation. She seemed more confident than ever, and her confidence was intoxicating.

She explained her renewed libido as a “chicken-and-egg” scenario. Was she horny because she enjoyed acting slutty? Or was she acting slutty because she was horny? Regardless, her sex drive went through the roof the moment we began to seriously contemplate swinging, and it remained at that plateau for long thereafter.

In a single week, we fulfilled so many sexual fantasies that it seemed as though few remained. Little did I realize at the time that our sexual adventure had only just begun.

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To be continued…