Message-ID: <22002asstr$946307401@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Subject: {ASSM} tonytony3's Anniversary Vacation (wife sharing, swinging)<*> 2/2 X-Original-Message-ID: <19991227.010100.-15855.1.tonytony3@juno.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Juno-Att: 0 X-Juno-RefParts: 0 From: tonytony3@juno.com X-To: story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us JMDigest-Score: good -9 Date: Mon, 27 Dec 1999 10:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: assm-admin Note to reader: be sure to read part 1/2 first. "He held me like this, too, after. . ." "What happened then?" "He said 'You know, Lassie, there are some who say - not many, mind you - that sometimes I exaggerate just a little, from time to time.'" "I wanted to keep things in the same light mood, so I said 'I don't believe that about you, Michael'. "But he wouldn't shut up!" "He said 'This isn't an exaggeration. I'll remember you until the day I die.'" "I started to say something, but he said 'Shhhhh a minute'." "He pulled on his robe and went to the closet, and got out a uniform. I asked him what kind of a uniform it was while he was busy doing something with it, and he said he was kind of a bus driver. I said 'Bus driver? Here on Hawaii ?' and he said, 'More like to Hawaii.'" "I told him there are no roads to Hawaii, and then he said, 'Well, you may have heard of my bus. It's a 747.' By then he finished doing something to his uniform, and he came to me with something in his hands. 'Tomorrow I'm going to be a little out of uniform', and he gave me" - she opened her hand, and out fell his wings - "this". 'I want you to keep them, Lassie, and from time to time when you look in your jewelry box, you'll see them, and think of me, and this glorious evening we had together. No one but you and me will know what they mean.'". "But, honey, you and me, we'll know what they mean - it'll mean the time Michael flew me!" We cuddled there, and loved there, the rest of the night, lost in thought, playing, acting out bits of her adventure. The next morning, on our last full day on Hawaii, we decided we had the ultimate memory of this vacation. Haroldo's story was dead. What happened with Michael was so much better. "I felt so sexy, coming back to our room, only wearing this wrap and sandals!" Helen repeated. "Put it on again." She did. "Let me lift you." I did, and we both watched it unwrap, fall away, exposing legs, pelvis, belly. "That's wonderful!" "Al, it was so easy with Michael, knowing you wanted me to do that. Like, when he came out on the balcony and got behind me, it was so nice to be able to back into him, and feel how excited he was, and I knew that is what you would have wanted me to do. I was thinking about how you got behind me a couple of days ago, and how we had sex out there in plain sight of everyone. And when we were on the bed, oh, I wish you could have seen. . ." "Be careful what you wish for, Helen!" I said, as I took her to the bed, and lay her down, and unbuttoned the sarong. Helen looked at me, as I looked at her, nude now, unwrapped, on the bed. She parted he legs just a little, and let a hand creep down between them, touching herself while I watched - she NEVER did that - and said "Al, I wanted you were there, to see." I stopped staring at her, there in front of me, and looked at her face, losing myself in those green eyes, those smiling, teasing, tempting eyes. "Huh?" "I said, big boy, that I wished you were there. Now, get on me. Get IN me!" That was an easy command to obey, so long as I hurried, I was so excited. I wanted to be sure what I heard, though. "Helen, lover, what did you mean when you said that?" She was moving under me now, and looking at me while her hands touched and stroked, and caressed. "I just thought you'd have liked to have been there, instead of me just telling you about it. I wish Michael was going to be here tomorrow night instead of flying his bus, because I'd do it all again, with both of you, for you. And, honey, I am very careful about what I'm wishing for." Quickies are uncommon among people who have been married a long time. Sometimes, though, even the best men lose control, like I did then. Afterwards, after we calmed down, I asked again "What did you mean when" and was told to "Shhh". We tried getting out of bed again an hour later. "Wait, honey. I want to try something," she said. She got her wrap, got it under her arms, buttoned it over her breast bone, and under her arm, leaving the belt and waist fastening undone. "How does this look?" When she stepped across the floor, there was a flash of leg. When she tried again, it opened more, showing leg, and hip, unfettered with bikini bottoms, all the way to her waist. "That's delicious!" "That's how Michael thought I should come to his room. How about this?" She sat down on the sofa., and the sarong was well behaved, staying over her knees. She crossed her legs, and it fell away, to her hips. "If I'm careful, do you think I could wear it like this?" "Without a bathing suit, you mean?" "Yes, silly. It wouldn't matter if I had a bathing suit on, would it?" "I guess not. It sure works for me!" "I'll wear it like that for you, anytime you like. Al, don't be mad at me, when I tell you this. If ever you want me to do that again, you have to be there! You'd be able to help me remember everything. I think it would turn you on, too. Here." She handed me Michael's golden wings. "Give them back when you want to fly me." "There, I said what I was thinking about when I was with him. Now, I'm going to take a shower, then let's hit the beach one last time, OK?" In a few minutes we were both ready. Helen wore her sarong "But I have to wear a bathing suit. Maybe I'll wear it the other way later, for you. I wish we going to be here longer than until just tomorrow, because life here feels so free and sexy and uncomplicated here. It's wonderful!" We were returning from the water when we saw Barbara and Stan setting up their blanket nearby, and watched as Barbara ran towards them. "There's something I forgot to tell you about last night, honey" I said to Helen - "Remind me, later". By then Barbara was at our blanket: "Come on over, have a beer with us!" A beer lead to another and another, until Barbara and Helen did what two men would never do. One asked the other if she was ready to go to the lady's room, and they went off together. After while they left, Stan poked me. "Al, I was looking outside yesterday afternoon, and I could have sworn I saw Helen on a balcony on the other wing." "I know. Yeah, that was Helen. I heard you and Barbara talking." "Oh. Uh, have another beer. Uh, Barbara and I party like that a little. Maybe, later, you'd like to come up to our room tonight? It's room 635." I stopped, the possibilities running through my mind. "You know, I just don't know how I feel about that. Maybe. After all, it is our last night here. What goes on, anyhow?" "Nothing everyone doesn't agree to. When we party like that it's because we want everyone to have a great time. Sometimes a couple will put on a show, sometimes people sit around and talk, and then things get hotter. There's no way of knowing, except let me tell you I think Helen is a beautiful woman, and Barbara likes you a lot. I hope you do come up -it'd be fun, and you'd really remember Hawaii." "I'm just not sure about that. I am about wanting another beer, though." "Talk it over with Helen, then give me a call, OK?" By then the women came back. Another dip, and we all decided, with the sun soon to set, it was time to go back and wash the salt off. We rode up the elevator with Stan and Barbara. At the fifth floor, as we left, Stan reminded me - not that I needed reminding - "Call me about later, OK?" Then the doors closed. "What was that all about, Al?" Barbara and Stan saw you with Michael last night, honey. They think we have an open relationship, and they do too, and he invited us to their room tonight." "Oh, damn it, I know. I forgot when I was with Michael that just because the sun's glare wouldn't let me see our room, you'd still be able to see me! Barbara told me hat she saw me, too. I was embarrassed and excited at the same time! She asked if we 'swung' and I told her we never had. I think they wanted us to like swap with them. I just don't know about that, it's different than last night. If you want me to get another story, and for you to take part in getting a story, that's OK, but I just don't know about this." We reached our room, and went in. I got the wings from the dresser. "Oh, I think it would be really something. They're both nice, he really likes you. We'll never see them again after this vacation, and it ends tomorrow. What do you say? I know I'd like to see what it's like. I'd like to see what you're like, to really see, with my own eyes, what it looks like when another man touches you. At least, I'd like to do that once in this lifetime." Helen looked really uncomfortable. "I just don't know." I handed her the wings. "I want to fly you tonight. OK? This one time?" "I wonder if I have the nerve to do this. Like, it's not just me and Stan, it's you too, and Barbara, I don't know about something with another woman. . ." "Why not? You did fine last night. I think it would be great - I'd love to see you with them, I'd love to watch someone do that with you." She had a glow on her face. "Seeing what you saw last night wasn't enough? You want more?" "I didn't see enough. We are on vacation, honey" I reminded her, "and that's for pleasure. It'd pleasure me to see you get pleasured. And, baby, you have the wings you earned yesterday. I think you promised you'd do what I want. I want to see with my own eyes. I want you to go. I want to go. I want to watch you, instead of just hearing about it. It's a new story. You dared me to ask you. Now, I'm asking. Daring you, even." "You won't be mad or jealous, will you?" "No, will you?" "You mean, if something happens between you and Barbara? No, I'm not worried about that. you didn't worry about me and Michael, did you?" "No, and I'm worried about you and Stan, or all of us together, either. What do you think, are you up for this?" "I can be, if that's what you want." She reached for the phone. "Stan, we'd love to come up. Will an hour be OK?" There was a pause. "Me, too" she answered to the question I didn't hear. "There. We have a date to, ah, experiment a little. Al, sometimes you make me feel really naughty!" "What did he say?" "Oh, that he couldn't hardly wait a whole hour for me to get there." I responded to that as she did: "Me, too! Get showered, honey, then I will, too." When I finished my shower and went into the bedroom, I saw Helen standing there in the hotel's robe. "What do you wear to an orgy? Should I wear this?" holding up her beach wrap, and a black bikini. "Why not just the wrap, and heels, honey? It looks modest and sexy at the same time. Everyone thinks people wear them over their bathing suits." "Yeah, that's what I'll do!!" I pulled on chinos. Only chinos, and boat shoes. In a moment Helen was wrapped, and buttoned, and sashed. "I do like feeling this way" she said as she tested walking, and redid the sash, until walking exposed her leg to mid thigh. "A real slut, huh?" "More like a sexy wife whose going to please her husband. Let's go." "OK." She agreed, and we left the room. She looked delicious, sexy, beautiful. I couldn't help tell her what I was thinking: "I wish I was Stan, having you come up to me dressed this way. He's a lucky man!" The elevator was empty - so there was time for a kiss and a caress, under that sarong! Outside the door, Helen turned to me, needing encouragement. "Al, this is for you too, and I'll play it however you want. What DO you want?" "I want you to be sexy, provocative, uninhibited. I want this to be the wildest night of your life, of our lives, even, and I want to watch it all. That's what I want!" "That wild, huh? OK, I will be!" Stan and Barbara had their room dimly lit. He had on the same robe Michael did, and she was wearing a kind of flowing dressing gown, that at least hinted of was under there - not much! It was open enough at the throat so I could see the start of something made of nylon, and very sheer. Her gown opened enough at the leg to assure me whatever was under there was pretty short. I had a lump in my throat as well as in my pants! Wine was distributed. Helen and I sat on a sofa, close together, Stan and Barbara in chairs, facing us. "Nervous, huh?" "We've never been in a circumstance like this before," Helen explained. "It's not bad at all, just relax. Nothing happens that you guys don't want to happen. And you look lovely, Helen," Stan said. Barbara added her opinion: "We know you guys do some experimenting, like last night. This is kind of like that. Last night was exciting, wasn't it, Helen?" "Embarrassing because you saw it is more like it. But yes, it was." "I'm so glad you wore that, Helen - I saw you wear it last night, over there," Stan pointed. Helen walked to the balcony. "When I was over there, the glare on this side of the resort was really bad. I tried to see our room, and couldn't see a thing. It was silly, but I thought someone on this side wouldn't be able to see there, either. What could you see?" she asked, turning to Stan. "I wished the guy was me. Like, from the first instant I saw the two of you together there I knew what was happening. Barbara and I did some things like that. It was so sexy - we both loved it. Would you like to do that exact same thing again?" I couldn't help myself. "Yeah, Helen, Do that. Act out what happened yesterday, I'd love that." Barbara whispered "Do you really like to watch, Al?" "Yeah, I think so." "Well, let's watch Her and Stan for a while. But Al," she turned to me, stood on her toes, and took my face in her hands, "Al, later, you can have me, when you want to." Meanwhile, Stan was talking to my wife. "Let me show you what I saw," he said, and walked to her. Helen looked at me. "Honey, are you sure about this? Be careful what you wish for." "I'm wishing, I'm wishing!" "OK." She stood by the balcony rail, looking out into the darkness. Stan moved behind her, arms surrounding her, his hands on the rail. "I think I saw this." Barbara took my hand, and we stepped to the door going to the balcony to watch, as Stan put his hands around Helen, and on the rail. "Yeah, that's right, he did do that, and I felt him close to me." He placed a hand around her, pulling her to him. She moved as he wanted, until their bodies were firmly together. "Yes, like that," Helen told all of us, "that close." "Oh Christ, Helen, that feels so nice!" "Honey, that looks so sexy" I added. "Guys, I'm really embarrassed. Can we move inside, and maybe turn the lights off, or down? I don't want to put on a show for everybody in that wing," Helen said, remembering she did put on a show yesterday. Barbara turned off the overhead lamps, leaving the one on the nightstand on, and pulled the draperies closed. It was dim, not dark. "I feel like everyone's watching me," Helen whispered. "We are, we want to," I told her. "It'll be fun, Helen. Come here again." Stan again stood behind her, and again, slowly, placed his arms around her midsection, and hugged her, backing her into him. "You do feel so good, Helen." His head descended until he could kiss her neck and shoulder. "Move your hair, honey," I pleaded, wanting to see that gesture again, "move it like you did yesterday," and then, I saw it, her hand over her head, moving hair, exposing her neck. We watched as his head met her neck, her head tilted to receive it incredible! Even better was the promise of things to come - I had as hard an erection as I could remember. Helen had closed her eyes, a small smile was playing on her lips, as Stan's mouth excited her neck. "Yes, he did do that, what you're doing," she whispered. "I saw this, too." Stan's hand began searching for, then finding, the side hem of the sarong. Helen tilted her head, eyes closed, as Stan's mouth focused on that wonderful hollow in her neck below her ear, that special place that excites her. Already she was coloring - her pale skin took on a red glow. Now he had one hand on her sarong at about her stomach, the other, just at her hip. Helen's hands went to cover the hand he had on her stomach. "He did put his hand there, Stan, like that." Barbara's hand tightened on mine, as Helen again moved back against him, her eyes focused on me, trying to gauge my reaction. She saw me smile, and nod encouragement. She continued that gaze, a small smile on her face, as she moved one of her hands to Stan's wrist, on her hip. "Michael was the guy's name from over there," she whispered. "When we were like this, he did put his hand there, where I put yours.." "Then he did this. . ." She pulled on Stan's wrist, moving it in, and under, the wrap. "How far does this flap go, beautiful?" Stan wanted to know, as his hand moved across her belly. "Almost all the way across my front, the way I have this on. . ." He found the inner flap when his hand was almost to her opposite hip. Helen reached up and back so she could touch his cheek. "Oh, oh, Barbara," Stan muttered, "she isn't wearing a bikini or anything. . .!" Stan's eyes were closed, as his hand found the skin on her hip, and moved back towards center, pulling the inner flap with it. We could see all of that happening under her wrap. "Barbara. There's only Helen under here, now. Thank you Helen, for not wearing a bottom, thank you Al. Helen, your skin feels so smooth. . ." Barbara and I watched as Stan moved his hand under the material, its travel displayed by the cloth moving on Helen's sarong, along her mid section, while Helen made "mmmm" sounds. "You have just the nicest touch, Stan, it feels so good". She was looking at me, watching me watch his hand's movements, and I saw her move, so her feet, close together, were now a foot apart, and I saw her pelvis tilt upward, as Stan's hand moved down, and she stood a little taller, and made a small gasp. Her eyes closed! Stan's fingers were doing more than exploring, now. "Michael did that, too" she muttered, leaning back against him, while the shape of his hand under her sarong made provocative motions. "Your wife feels warm, Al. Warm and wet. I'll bet my wife is, too, you should find out. Are you excited, Helen, are you horny? Does this turn you on?" She muttered something, and even in the dim light I, we, could see her face was moist with perspiration, and flushed. She stood there, eyes still closed, still holding his hands to her body, as she stood, not quite still, moving in time with his hand, as he excited her, touching her. Barbara, still standing in front of me, used her right hand took my right wrist, and led it under her own robe onto the short negligee she was wearing, , and down, its hem, then up again, and then her gasp matched Helen's, because my fingers found a warm wet place to touch, too! Barbara's grip tightened even more when my finger encased itself in her warm moisture, as we watched the movement under Helen's beach wrap, as Stan touched my wife. Even now I can remember what it was like with Stan, touching her, looking at me touching Barbara, with Helen, eyes closed, enjoying the sensation of his hand on her, of her buttocks moving against him. Helen lifted her head, turning it to the side so that their lips could meet, she needed that intimacy from the man whose fingers were penetrating her. Barbara and I watched this vision, a woman, being touched in the most intimate way, her open mouth meeting his. Barbara moved more demandingly against my hand, her other hand lead mine under her robe to her breast - an erect nipple was obvious through the baby doll nightgown I was sure was under there, and her motions against my groin found another erect organ, too. "You're an exciting woman, Helen," Stan said, breaking the kiss. "Can you tell I'm excited?" "Mmmm, I can feel you, Stan." "Al, Barbara, I know you're enjoying each other, but come here for a minute", Stan said. We approached the two of them. "Al, look at her. Doesn't she look wonderful? Would you like to kiss your wife while I'm touching her? Helen, would you like that?" She nodded yes, and opened her eyes enough to see me, and took my face in her hands, and drew me to her. It was incredible, kissing her, feeling her make motions that weren't caused by me while we were doing that. "I've never felt a woman so wet, Helen. It's like you're full of the richest cream, it's like my fingers are in the softest butter." She just stood there, enjoying it, knowing I was watching her face while it happened. "Barbara, honey, get behind me, OK?" Stan asked. She did. "Loosen my robe, OK?" "Oh, you're bad, Stan," Barbara said, reaching between him and my wife, working at the knot in the robe's belt. Then stepping back. "There!" she said, confirming the task was done. Barbara's eyes widened as Stan's arms pulled he back against him. "Can you feel how hard I am, Helen?" he wanted to know. "Mmm, yes, yes I can." "Al, it's your turn to help. Reach around her." I did, hands on her hips. "Al, could you lift up the back of her wrap for me?" What a perverted thing to ask me to do! But I began gathering the material in my hands, lifting, while Helen stared into my eyes. She felt the coolness on her legs, then warmth and hardness on her ass, as her eyes widened when she felt my fingers on her waist: I lifted the material that high! Stan moved closer, and Helen's eyes closed fluttered, and she made a faint gasp, as now, for the second time in two days she direct evidence of the excitement she caused a man who hardly knew her, this time being especially erotic because it was me who lifted her wrap, so she could feel his erection move against her ass, and between her legs. Now his other hand moved over her wrap, moving higher, until he had a hand on the breast of the woman his other hand was invading, masturbating. Barbara left her husband and stood behind me, so her hands could reach under my waistband, finding my own pubic hair. When I opened my eyes my wife was looking at me, being touched by Barbara, while I looked at her, being touched by Stan! Stan was enjoying himself - and my wife. "Move back against me, against my cock, Helen. Feel how hard I am, now." She backed harder into him, and I saw her rising, and falling, against the penis that had to be hard against her buttocks. Her hand went behind her, and the expressions on each of their faces left no doubt about what she had found pressing into her. "Stan," she muttered, "did you see Michael pick me up on the balcony?" "I did." "Could you do that?" Helen asked, turning, and she just put her arms around his neck. Stan bent down, got an arm behind her knees, and behind her shoulders, and lifted her, bending to kiss her again. "Your dress opened yesterday when he did this to you" Stan said, still holding her, his own robe hanging open, displaying, to his wife, and to me, his intentions. "That's because I loosened it for him," Helen told all of us. "Do it for Stan, too, honey" I said, not wanting to move, feeling fingers moving along my penis, fondling its head. Helen looked at me, smiling that wonderful sexy smile, then pulled on the sash's end, opening the bow. Nothing happened. She found the buttons, and released them, too. Barbara held me tightly as we watched Stan turn with Helen in his arms, and watched as Helen reached down, and lifted the flap of material. "I think you want me to open it more, " she said, again meeting my eyes, and seeing me nod releasing the hem. It parted at her knees, and just just fell away, held only by the button under her arm, making it an open cape, exposing her, making her nude, in his arms. He carried her the three steps to the bed. We followed, looking at Helen, her sarong flowing behind her, watched Stan, looking down at her, enjoying that beautiful vision. "I did something like this yesterday, for Michael" She sat up, opened the last button, allowing the garment to flow from her shoulders, where it concealed nothing, to the bed, while she extended her arms to Stan. "I wanted him on me!" We moved to the side of the bed, Barbara in front of me, me, with my arms around her. Stan, looking at this woman on the bed, pulled at his robe, shrugged it off, and knelt on the foot of the bed. Barbara, still watching, moved closer, to the bed, away from me. "I want to help my husband do your wife, and you can watch, OK?" Stan positioned Helen's legs on either side of his knees, and leaned foreword, so that his face was at her thigh. I saw his tongue flick out, kissing Helen there, and saw her shiver with his touch. She lay there, ready, compliant. Barbara had shrugged off her robe - it was a teddy under there - while Stan moved a little higher with his kisses. Barbara climbed to the head of the bed, above Helen, and took Helen's arms, and drew them up, and held them by their wrists, until they were over beside Barbara's legs, even with her waist. waist. Helen looked so appealing, legs spread, arms held high, that I couldn't resist. I bend forward, my hands found Helen's breast, gathered it into a mound, so my mouth could cover its summit. She moaned as I gently bit at her nipple. Her tone changed, and I saw that Stan had gotten to her vagina, his hands were spreading her vulva, and his tongue was caressing her clit! Helen's hips were moving then, responding to the sensations Stan was causing, so she didn't notice Barbara no longer held her hands in place, but instead leaned forward, moving me out of the way, so that her mouth could find a breast, too. I stood up, watching my wife lay there, receiving all of this attention, all of this loving. I watched as one mouth worked in her vulva, and the other, on her breast. I couldn't help myself. I moved, kneeling on the bed beside Helen. She turned, looking at me, her head under Barbara's bent-over torso, her body making small motions in response to the ministrations it was receiving. It was so sexy! I wanted to see more, wanted her to do more. I put a hand on Barbara's ass, and pushed a little. She accommodated me, spreading her legs more, moving down more. "Barbara?" "Mmmm?" was the only response I got. "Barbara, move down even more, OK?" She did. "Helen?" Helen watched as I took one of her arms, still lifted above her on the bed, and put it on Barbara's waist. She understood, and matched its position with her other hand, holding Barbara by the waist. Helen looked at me, and understood still another male fantasy. She, eyes almost glazed, almost closed, with her hands still on Barbara's waist, remembered some of the things I really liked on some of the porn films we watched, smiled faintly, and turned to face upward. "Helen, honey, do it, please, " I pleaded. . . She whispered "Oh, this is so bad. . ." I saw the fulfillment of another fantasy as Helen's hands, on Barbara's waist, pulled her closer. I watched as Barbara moved in response, her teddy just to her hips, until her knees were at Helen's shoulders, and she rotated her hips - I bent forward to watch this final intimacy, as Barbara descended, until she was just brushing Helen's nose, and how Helen leaned her head back, neck extended, and lifted it and pulled at Barbara's waist, and how her mouth opened, and was covered by Barbara's vulva. I watched her neck, and could see the motions that meant her mouth and tongue were busy. I watched as Barbara sat upright, flushed, as Stan moved higher, until his own penis was caressing Helen's pubic hair. I watched as Helen released Barbara's hips, and used her hands instead to guide Stan. And I watched as the head of Stan's penis neared Helen's vulva, then was steered to it by her hands, and without pause, without ceremony, entered it! And how wonderful it looked to see Stan kissing his Barbara, while his cock moved inside Helen, and Helen, completing the connection, the circuit, by having her own tongue in Barbara, completing this triangle, Stan, cock in my wife, tongue in his wife's mouth, each mouth, each pelvis occupied. . . I pulled off my chinos. Barbara saw that. "Good, get over here on the bed," she said, and moved off Helen. Barbara, with her mouth wet from her husband, and my wife, her face wet from, from exciting the woman I was now going to fuck, being fucked by her husband, both watched me. I moved beside her on the king sized bed, and helped pull her garment over her head. Barbara extended her arms toward me, inviting me. I moved over her, parallel to Stan, and felt her pulling me, adjusting my position, and the tip of my own cock was brushing hair, and I moved nearer, and felt blunt pressure on its end, and heard Stan say "Do it, fuck her, push into her, let him in, Barbara", then that wonderful moment when she opened for me, and I was in her! I looked at this new body under mine, and then to the side, where Helen lay. She was looking at me, and her hand reached over to touch mine. By then both Stan and I were moving with long strokes, and my wife's hand held mine - I could feel his movements through her hand, see him, his cock, moving, and see mine, too! Barbara reached for her husband's hand, too: the eroticness of this all was almost too much, until Barbara released Stan's hand and reached under him, to his cock, and held it, stoking him into my wife! Helen, feeling that, looked at me, and began doing the same thing, holding my penis while it was wet with Barbara, filling her. Helen squeezed hard, as she began climaxing. I was thrusting into Barbara as Stan began making those long motions, holding himself rigid, soon to come, to ejaculate, in my wife! The sight of Stan, hips flexing forward as he pushed into her, then releasing the pressure, pumping into her, the stimulation of Helen's hand masturbating me, of Barbara's cunt encasing my own penis, was too much. I erupted, and began softening. I thought I felt Helen arch her back and go rigid the way she sometimes does when she has an orgasm. Stan's actions became more violent, until finally, he too made his donation into my wife. Except for Barbara, it was over, with a pile of bodies on the bed. The first up was Barbara, pulling on her robe, reminding Stan he had some work to do on her, soon. Then Stan sat up, too, and reached for his robe. . Finally Helen and I did, too. "I think it's really bedtime now. Do you guys want to sleep here, so we can play again in the morning before you pack up and leave?" I answered, not caring what Helen thought now. "No, we better go to our room." The sarong Barbara wrapped around herself no longer looked sexy. "Thanks, guys. We'll talk to you tomorrow', Stan said in parting. "Stan, we'll be leaving early," Helen responded. "I couldn't do this again, this is the place to stop." The door closed as we heard Barbara say "You're right!" The wait for the elevator took forever, and was silent. Finally, we got to our room. "Once is enough, huh?" "Yeah, Al, just that once. I don't feel good about all of that, now." "That's not something I'm going to want to repeat any time soon, either. I mean, it was fun, and sexy, and all, but it was enough, enough for now." "I hoped you won't want to start swinging, I wouldn't like that," she whispered to me. I picked Michael's wings from the dresser. "Don't worry, I won't. you're enough woman for me. We're not going to need these any more." I went to our balcony, Helen joined me. I made a simple underhand toss, and we watched the wings sparkle as they twisted in the moonlight, falling to the foliage below. "Come on, wife. Come to bed with your husband. We're leaving Haroldo, and Michael, and Stan, and Barbara, all of them, behind us now. We are going to be just for the two of us again. That was enough for ten years, and will be enough for the next ten. At least.." "Good" she said, reaching for me. There are times, now, when I hug my wife from behind, or see her, under me, her hair framing her face, when I remember. And there are times when her eyes take on that look, and I'm sure she's remembering, too. We just don't talk about it. 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