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[Erotictimes]

Originally posted in "has your wife or GF ever had more than one man in an evening?"

Sure, beginning with our first swing experience which was a MFM, I suppose that is technically two at once. Through the years there were several more MFM or MFMF encounters but generally not more than one every month or two.

Then we met a couple who were into creating their own hot wife events, and on two separate occasions my wife D and her new friend took on several men in a two-girl GB setting. It was an incredibly hot experience to witness and participate in! Once was myself and 5 other guys, the second time myself + 6. D was in her late 40's in really good shape, her friend was a little younger and equally stunning. The other couple did all the work finding and vetting participants and I must admit they did better than i probably could have. All guys were late 20's to 40, in really good shape, well equipped, and attractive which definitely made it a more memorable experience for D. Had she not been sufficiently attracted the first time the second time probably would not have happened.

The first time we were both a little nervous, I think she had some concerns that I was not entirely good with it so she was a little reserved with her participation. From my perspective I wanted to make sure she was not uncomfortable, or worse, as neither of us had met any of these guys before. Actually the other couple only knew half of the guys so we were both a little less than completely relaxed. She reminded me after that at one point I was actually watching her with two guys standing with my arms folded. I was loving it and smiling all the way, but my body language was misread by her and I think I unintentionally drained a little of her enthusiasm.

All worked out really well, and after some discussion about how things went and weeks of crazy hot sex together we agreed we were game for another try. My perspective for round 2 was to emphasize we may never have a similar experience, so carpe-diem all the way. I encouraged her for days prior to have her mind in the right place, look at each man as someone she was there to serve, and serve well. Truth was she was the one being spoiled, but I wanted to see her A game when she was in gear. My favorite part of encouraging her preparation was to remind her to whisper in the ear (even with a little tongue) of the man inside her at the moment, asking and pleading for cum. Fingernails in the back a little bit, grab tightly when appropriate, lots of eye contact, etc. Complete buy-in for every moment entirely was what I needed from her. She did so really well with at least two of the gents and neither one lasted long at all. One in particular was a guy in his late 20s, first time ever doing anything like this and she blew his mind. He was embarrassed that he only lasted a few minutes and actually left right after, I don't think he spent any time with D's cohort at all!

The two girls were amazing to see, I have so many remarkable "mind photos" in time from that evening.

After the first 45 minutes or so D needed a water break so she left the king bed where everything was happening and moved over to the couches. This was a good sized one room hotel suite we were in. Myself and two of the guys were on the two L-shaped couches at that moment, and here comes D - long blonde straight hair smelling of sex, with nothing on but lace top elastic black sheer thigh-highs. I remember I had my boxers on, the other two guys were naked except for socks. She sat between us and drank some water, had a sip of scotch, then was passed around between the three of us having her body groped and kissed at will. She loved the attention! In the background was her friend moaning and groaning taking on a couple men on the bed. Some of the hottest memories ever!

About 10 minutes later she was ready to continue, and following my instructions for the moment she grabbed the hand of one of the guys and led him to the bed. Back in the whirlwind of sex for another 45 min or so. They were lined up waiting for a place to join in. Seemed like her hands were used for staging until her lips or V were available.

One of my favorite things of all was taking her when we got home. I was less than fully charged from coming a couple times earlier but the smells of her used body drove me wild. Salty perspiration, perfume, the pheromones of others on her skin - she smelled of sex. We had incredible sex that night and again in the morning before I would allow her to shower.
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[Erotictimes]

Originally posted in "unexpected incredible sexual experiences"

I was in my mid 40's and we were on the way home from dinner - celebrating my birthday. D suggested out of the blue we should stop in and have a beer at the local strip club if I was up for it. We had never discussed the idea at all, this was a complete spontaneous surprise. Of course I was game, so in no time we were sitting along the catwalk placing dollars and sipping cocktails. I definitely enjoyed watching the wife interact with the girls far more than tucking bills myself. She was enjoying the environment as much as I. After a few drinks we were approached for a private dance out back, and everything seemed good so off we went.

The dancers on stage at this club were often entirely nude by the end of a routine, however private dances required a minimum of a thong. Back in a dark corner of the back room my wife and I were sitting on a couch with a girl nearly half my age straddling me in only a thong. I was completely dressed of course, and patrons touching the dancer was supposed to be "limited" so I remained well behaved not wanting to attract the attention of the management or cross that invisible line with D. She danced and ground away on my lap, running her hands up and down my arms, across my torso, and around my back. I expected D may become a little jealous at some point, but I honestly had no idea where that line may be. I was watching D very carefully of course, and much to my surprise she was actually getting really worked up. D asked me if I was enjoying my birthday as her hands moved to me for a few moments, then her attention shifted to the dancer on my lap. From next to me on the couch, D leaned in and ran her hands softly and methodically over just about every inch of our nearly naked friend. I was amazed, loving this and soaking in every visual memory I could bank.

When the song ended I gave our dancer her $20, and suggested that D have a turn since she seemed to be enjoying herself so much. As the next song began the dancer straddled D the same way she had me, and their time together started out with an extended french kiss. Wow! D then took off her shirt and bra, now only in a pair of tight jeans with the dancer on her lap. The girls continued to pet each other top to bottom, tasting each others nipples and kissing a few more times. For a couple brief moments D's fingers slipped inside the dancer's thong, which she allowed for just a few seconds each time before gently tugging her wrist away. They continued halfway into the next song before a bouncer came over to nicely remind them that no touching was allowed. I think I gave the dancer $50 for her time and bought her a drink as we returned to the main room.

There was a little bit of discussion between D and the dancer privately and between D and I about where things could end up that evening after closing time, but alas it was not meant to be. We had never talked about something like we just experienced, let alone a threesome. Deep inside we were both definitely apprehensive about crossing those lines at that time in our lives. To this day I am amazed that the evening went the way it did, best birthday present ever from the wife!

[Erotictimes]

Originally posted in "holiday balcony nudity"

A few months ago Fall 2023 we spent a week in Aruba. The hotel rooms had balconies but they were really small, Just 30" wide, six feet long and all railings. No wall/partition from the deck up and definitely no room for a chair. Essentially only enough space to check the weather - or so I thought.

A few days in we found ourselves sitting at the pool reading and sipping cocktails. Sometime around noon or 1pm D said she was going to the room to grab some snacks, and returned about 20 minutes later. Relaxation & cocktails ensued as usual for the rest of the afternoon. At one point a couple of hours later we were floating around the pool and she said "You know, while I was gone I took care of myself. That's why I was gone so long." I smiled and reminded her I always approve of such behavior, especially on vacation. She continued with "Yes, but I did it out on the balcony of our room with my crave." (crave is a small vibrator one can wear as a necklace, about half the size of a new pencil). She said it was totally unplanned, just a very spontaneous act where she just seized the moment. She described where and how she sat, pulling her bikini bottoms to the side for access. I had quite a different profile in my trunks when we stepped out of the pool after hearing this!

Later that evening when we returned from dinner I asked if she would re-create the scene for me. I soon learned the mood was not there and I got a "No way, I'm not doing that again. I almost did not tell you because I knew you would ask me to do it again. It was totally spontaneous and exciting when it happened, planning it is not cool. I will NOT do that again so don't ask." This well trained husband took the hint, and went downstairs to the courtyard bar to have a cigar. While sitting outside enjoying my bourbon & cigar, I took out my phone and snapped a picture of the balcony of our room - which was right above where I was sitting. It was 10pm and dark, and I could not believe how exposed (and well lit) the small balcony actually was. D came downstairs and joined me for a drink a half-hour later, and I pointed out where our room was from our perspective. She raised an eyebrow and said "Wow, that is pretty open. You think anyone saw me?" My reply was even if someone did, they probably could not tell what you were doing since you were sitting down on the floor so I would not worry about it.

The next evening we had a few more drinks at dinner than usual, and D had taken an edible. When we got back to the room she was feeling good, definitely in a sexy sort of mood. She changed into a white sweater vest and a micro-short jean skirt (no bra or panties) to accompany me to the outdoor courtyard lounge for drinks. I had a cigar and bourbon, she had a couple shots of tequila. It was a really quiet night in the lounge so we returned to our room around 10pm.

While I was in the bathroom, she took off her jean skirt and sandals and went to the balcony with her crave. I thought she might be out there smoking, but after a minute I opened the slider to check and saw her sitting on the floor in only the sweater vest working on herself. The balcony was so small, that when I slid the door open more than a few inches it hit her back, breaking the concentration she had at the moment. She smiled and asked for a few minutes to herself to get things going. I obliged and closed the slider, except for about 4 inches. Being the opportunist I am, I waited a couple of minutes to assure things were moving along, and grabbed my phone to document the moment. I stuck the phone out through the crack in the slider and snapped a few pictures before she noticed the flash and insisted I stop. I left her alone for a few more minutes and she came back in the room with a smile, dripping wet and satisfied. We joked about things for a minute, poured some wine, and she decided to return to the balcony for another round. This time I left the slider open, and did not bother her for a couple of minutes. When I did step out there she was hot and heavy in the moment, sitting against the window legs spread with her feet against the railing. She reached over and pulled my boxers down, and took me in her mouth while she worked herself to a frenzy. I glanced out to the right and noticed of the 100+ room balconies I could see (the hotel is a "U" shape and we were in the bottom of the curve) there was one guy a floor above us about 60 feet to the side watching us intently while he smoked a cigarette on his balcony. I whispered to D we were being watched and she paused for a minute. She looked over at him, turned back to me and said "I don't care" as she put my cock back in her mouth. Thirty seconds later she had an intense orgasm. It took her a minute to get up to return to the room, she was a bit cramped from contorting in her sitting position so long. She stepped over to the open half of the slider (one step actually), turned and grabbed the railing sticking her ass in the air back into the room through the open half of the slider and said "Fuck Me". I obliged immediately of course, and she and I both made eye contact with the guy watching us while I fucked her from behind against the railing. A few pumps in I realized we were quite "backlit", so I told D to remain exactly where she was and took a second to turn off all lights in the room before sliding back in. It was only a minute or two until I finished, but our voyeur stayed for the whole show.

Of course a good story must have pictures, so I have attached one of D early on in the act that night, and one I took the night before from my seat at the courtyard lounge. In retrospect, seeing how well lit the building is I don't think turning off the lights really made a difference.

[arnoldziffel]

It seems that pics were not attached to your most recent excellent segment of what can only be a potential Best Seller entitled "The story of D the delightful Hotwife". More please and thank you..

Originally Posted by Erotictimes

Originally posted in "holiday balcony nudity"

A few months ago Fall 2023 we spent a week in Aruba. The hotel rooms had balconies but they were really small, Just 30" wide, six feet long and all railings. No wall/partition from the deck up and definitely no room for a chair. Essentially only enough space to check the weather - or so I thought.

A few days in we found ourselves sitting at the pool reading and sipping cocktails. Sometime around noon or 1pm D said she was going to the room to grab some snacks, and returned about 20 minutes later. Relaxation & cocktails ensued as usual for the rest of the afternoon. At one point a couple of hours later we were floating around the pool and she said "You know, while I was gone I took care of myself. That's why I was gone so long." I smiled and reminded her I always approve of such behavior, especially on vacation. She continued with "Yes, but I did it out on the balcony of our room with my crave." (crave is a small vibrator one can wear as a necklace, about half the size of a new pencil). She said it was totally unplanned, just a very spontaneous act where she just seized the moment. She described where and how she sat, pulling her bikini bottoms to the side for access. I had quite a different profile in my trunks when we stepped out of the pool after hearing this!

Later that evening when we returned from dinner I asked if she would re-create the scene for me. I soon learned the mood was not there and I got a "No way, I'm not doing that again. I almost did not tell you because I knew you would ask me to do it again. It was totally spontaneous and exciting when it happened, planning it is not cool. I will NOT do that again so don't ask." This well trained husband took the hint, and went downstairs to the courtyard bar to have a cigar. While sitting outside enjoying my bourbon & cigar, I took out my phone and snapped a picture of the balcony of our room - which was right above where I was sitting. It was 10pm and dark, and I could not believe how exposed (and well lit) the small balcony actually was. D came downstairs and joined me for a drink a half-hour later, and I pointed out where our room was from our perspective. She raised an eyebrow and said "Wow, that is pretty open. You think anyone saw me?" My reply was even if someone did, they probably could not tell what you were doing since you were sitting down on the floor so I would not worry about it.

The next evening we had a few more drinks at dinner than usual, and D had taken an edible. When we got back to the room she was feeling good, definitely in a sexy sort of mood. She changed into a white sweater vest and a micro-short jean skirt (no bra or panties) to accompany me to the outdoor courtyard lounge for drinks. I had a cigar and bourbon, she had a couple shots of tequila. It was a really quiet night in the lounge so we returned to our room around 10pm.

While I was in the bathroom, she took off her jean skirt and sandals and went to the balcony with her crave. I thought she might be out there smoking, but after a minute I opened the slider to check and saw her sitting on the floor in only the sweater vest working on herself. The balcony was so small, that when I slid the door open more than a few inches it hit her back, breaking the concentration she had at the moment. She smiled and asked for a few minutes to herself to get things going. I obliged and closed the slider, except for about 4 inches. Being the opportunist I am, I waited a couple of minutes to assure things were moving along, and grabbed my phone to document the moment. I stuck the phone out through the crack in the slider and snapped a few pictures before she noticed the flash and insisted I stop. I left her alone for a few more minutes and she came back in the room with a smile, dripping wet and satisfied. We joked about things for a minute, poured some wine, and she decided to return to the balcony for another round. This time I left the slider open, and did not bother her for a couple of minutes. When I did step out there she was hot and heavy in the moment, sitting against the window legs spread with her feet against the railing. She reached over and pulled my boxers down, and took me in her mouth while she worked herself to a frenzy. I glanced out to the right and noticed of the 100+ room balconies I could see (the hotel is a "U" shape and we were in the bottom of the curve) there was one guy a floor above us about 60 feet to the side watching us intently while he smoked a cigarette on his balcony. I whispered to D we were being watched and she paused for a minute. She looked over at him, turned back to me and said "I don't care" as she put my cock back in her mouth. Thirty seconds later she had an intense orgasm. It took her a minute to get up to return to the room, she was a bit cramped from contorting in her sitting position so long. She stepped over to the open half of the slider (one step actually), turned and grabbed the railing sticking her ass in the air back into the room through the open half of the slider and said "Fuck Me". I obliged immediately of course, and she and I both made eye contact with the guy watching us while I fucked her from behind against the railing. A few pumps in I realized we were quite "backlit", so I told D to remain exactly where she was and took a second to turn off all lights in the room before sliding back in. It was only a minute or two until I finished, but our voyeur stayed for the whole show.

Of course a good story must have pictures, so I have attached one of D early on in the act that night, and one I took the night before from my seat at the courtyard lounge. In retrospect, seeing how well lit the building is I don't think turning off the lights really made a difference.

[Erotictimes]

Thanks very much for the kind words, glad to be able to share these very fortunate experiences. A few of the photos that did not come along with recent posts.

[Erotictimes]

To follow is the story of an encounter a few years back. I had shared this story last year within a thread started by another member of this site, and it was unfortunately lost to cyberspace when that user deleted their thread or account.

In late 2017 we had just started exploring the world of ethical non-monogamy after 20+ years of marriage. We were still getting our feet wet with just a couple of really fun MFM encounters under the belt. My wife D was definitely enjoying our adventures, however she had some reservations about where things were headed. Specifically she was really not comfortable with the idea of my interaction with other women. This did not bother me whatsoever, as I thought these adventures to date were a complete success. Not only did we both respect the comfort levels of the other after so many years, but in truth I was thoroughly enjoying the thrill of sharing (and exploiting) my sexy wife. Call it what you will, I have come to learn that this is actually a significant kink of mine. To say nothing that the resulting lustful energy it created between us was off the charts.

Nonetheless, we were new to the scene and easing (sometimes falling) in to situations that progressively became more edgy, for lack of a better word. One afternoon I was browsing the local CL personals and came across a straight couple looking for a single F for him. Their back story went something like - he had spontaneously shared his wife with a friend on a camping trip, and a single F for him would even their count. They were not swingers and had no other lifestyle experience, just looking for a one time hall pass thing for him. We exchanged a few emails and eventually pictures. They were our age, and we thought them very attractive with physical attributes extremely close to us. The fact they were a couple was a bonus, inside I was thinking you never know when our boundaries may expand. We could definitely have some great conversation with cocktails and as long as they were good with the concept (rule) that I would only touch D then maybe we would be a fit. This seemed like a great next-stepping stone for us.

After some email exchanges it was clear all four of us were on board, so we decided it would be a good idea to schedule a vanilla meeting to see if we clicked. No same-night play, no obligation, just meet for a drink. We tried to schedule a few times, but an illness then a no-babysitter derailed our plans. I was beginning to think they were really not on board after two last-minute cancellations, until they reached out a third time. We finally did meet them at an oriental restaurant for drinks, and we definitely hit it off. The girls had a few mai tais and became instant friends. They emerged from the restroom as he and I paid the bill, and the girls collectively suggested we go to their (he is "J" she is "K") house for another drink and maybe some 420.

We followed J & K to their house, about 30 minutes away. D and I had some fun discussions on the way, she was definitely in a good place with an adventurous mood. We re-confirmed between us our agreement - if anything were to evolve there would be no contact between K and I. When we got there we stood around the island in their kitchen and had a beer and some fireball whiskey. I remember noticing they were not planning on company themselves as upon arrival they scrambled to remove piles of mail and clutter from the counter. This was definitely a spontaneous occurrence from both sides. After 15 minutes of small talk we all had a puff of 420, then the girls went upstairs to use the bathroom. J and I chatted for a bit, then the girls called out to us from upstairs. We joined the girls in the spare bedroom and immediately started kissing and undressing our own wives. In a few minutes both girls were completely undressed, laying on their backs next to one-another on the bed. The girls started kissing and fondling one another while he and I started licking our girl's pussies, kind of a side by side race.

He and I started shedding clothes -all while continuing the tongue race - until we were all naked. The two girls, on their backs and right next to each other, were pulled to the side of the bed where we changed the pace and started fucking our wives. Side by side. Lots of moaning and squirming, with a few girl-girl kisses mixed in. At one point we all looked at each other with the same sort of "what next" smile... J was standing between his wife's legs and entered her with a few fingers, then said "K is really really wet, you should check this out". I looked at D and without missing a beat said I would love to, but that is not our deal. "Sorry K, but I can't". They apologized - heat of the moment, excitement, etc, but no harm was done. I then reminded him of the other part of our plan, and said "D is really wet too, I think it is your turn". I stepped aside and K and I watched J fuck my sexy wife for a good five minutes or so. At one point I suggested to K we go get some water, we were all working up a sweat and really hot. My wife D spoke up and said "in a minute, I want to switch back first". We both re-entered our own wives and within a few minutes we both came.

The girls went to the bathroom, he and I got dressed and went downstairs. D followed a few minutes later fully dressed alongside K wearing only a white t-shirt and pair of panties. We drank lots of water, another fireball shot and made some great small talk in the kitchen for about 20 minutes. It was getting late and D nudged me, that unspoken hint it is time to go. D spoke up and prepared to say goodbye, when I interrupted. "Before we go, if J wants one more taste now is the time". I said to D "You should give J a quick goodbye blowjob as a memory". Somehow that turned into a yes, so the four of us went into the adjoining living room which had a large sectional sofa with ottoman. D, J, and I were fully dressed, K wearing only a white t-shirt with thong panties. D sat on the edge of the ottoman. J stood in front of her, where she proceeded to unzip his pants, pull out his cock and started sucking. K and I were standing and watching the show, then we moved to the sofa and sat right next to each other to watch. We were close, hands on each other's thighs shoulder-to-shoulder watching D suck her husband's cock.

After a few minutes of great work by D, J stood her up and started undressing D. Shirt up and over her head, bra off, pants and panties down & off, then he bent D over and fucked my wife on the edge of the ottoman right in front of K and I. My wife D was really in to the moment, moaning and taking it like a champ. K and I were talking, laughing, and commenting on how hot this show was while it was going on right in front of us. I cant remember if J finished or not, in my wife, pulled out, or just took a break but either way he stopped fucking D for a moment. D stood up, completely naked, and took a drink of water. She was reaching for her clothes when J simply asked D "Hey, have you ever gone down on a woman before?" D kind of smiled, she was a little surprised and answered "No, not really". I saw where this might go and immediately spoke up "This seems like a great time to give it a try. What do you think K?"

K replied "I'm game if you are", and just like that D was on the spot. D was really ready to leave but had the three of us looking at her, and she was standing there still naked. She shrugged and smiled, and said "Ok, but I want a hit of 420 first." J and I could not scramble for the pipe fast enough! She stepped out on the deck and came back in a moment later ready to honor her decision. K was sitting on the couch so D moved K over one spot so her head was on the couch and her ass was on the ottoman. K removed her own thong, then D pulled back the white t-shirt and put her head between K's legs. D's hands holding K's folds open, D was licking, sucking, - K was squirming, what a show J and I had! The expressions on K's face were awesome, genuine and muscular we could tell things were going well. After a minute of this K's back began to arch. K grabbed two hand-fulls of D's hair, and arched her back so much her shoulders and heels were the only points on the couch. K screamed and quivered as my wife gave an oral orgasm to her first woman, right there in front of J and I.

When we headed out that evening for a cocktail I had no idea something like this was headed our way, what an awesome memory from our early days of swinging.

[Erotictimes]

We have all but sidelined any extra curricular activities involving others for more than two years now. D started a new job and confided in some new people in her life, which somehow led to reflection on the years prior with a "what am I doing?" disposition. Certainly not my perspective, but for some time now when memories of our adventures come up she rounds things out with a "never again", or "wish I never did that" comment. I still have not determined exactly what caused this change, but my job is to keep things flowing without turmoil so I had just accepted that is the new course of our 30 year relationship. I say appreciate what you've got at all times, never dwell on what you think is missing - even with menopause one year in the rear view she still loves sex, still masturbates quite regularly, and looks & dresses as sexy as ever. Just yesterday was a mid-thigh jean skirt (no panties) and a lace top silk cami (no bra) that barely covers the nipples for shopping and running errands on a Sunday.

So...

We have taken a few warm weather trips in the past few years now that we are financially stable and have our work gigs where we want them. Warm weather/tropical escapes will always put her in a good mood, and comparing the amount of vacation sex to daily home life interaction it is safe to say being near the equator makes her horny. (The balcony story from Aruba 18 months ago was a perfect example of this).
A few days ago we returned from a 6 night all inclusive adults only stay in Cancun, our first trip since Aruba. Just a normal no kids all inclusive, not in any way a swinger or seductive setting. We had a swim-out room with a private patio that shares a nice private pool the length of the building with about 14 other suites. Mexico is tough on no smoking. She picked up cigarettes recently and I have enjoy cigars on vacation, so upon arrival we asked our adjacent neighbors if they minded. There were no objections and our next-door neighbor couple in their 50's, he is a smoker. We all found ourselves outside on our respective patios for the first few nights chatting and enjoying the outdoors sometimes until well after midnight. Turns out their stay started the same day as ours, but they were leaving a day earlier. They were a little more reserved and quiet & a less social than us, they were not drinkers and did not enjoy "edibles" like D and I. As the week progressed our neighbor's wife spent more and more time in the room watching TV and sleeping. She spent barely an hour or two at the pools each day, and on the last two nights of their stay she had headaches and was described as tired. Our neighbor loved chatting with D every time they crossed paths having a cigarette on our adjacent patios. There was a concrete divider portion, then some wood lattice, then a space where you could walk between patios. He was always very respectful, not at all intrusive, and would usually remain on his side to converse unless either of us were in the pool. He definitely took a shine to D, asking where she was when I was outside alone or asking if she was going to swim. I think he really liked innocently seeing her in a bikini.

On our second-to-last night (their final night) we really had a lot to drink after dinner, went to the nightly show, and D had been eating twice the number of edibles she may ordinarily have. We got back to the room around 10:30pm and he was outside smoking when I stepped in to the pool. Again our neighbor was chatting with D who had slipped into a tight fitting black cotton dress to hang out on the patio. i could tell he liked the sight of her in this dress, she had no panties or bra on and her nipples poked through ever so slightly. He sort of made a presence between the two patios to maintain eye contact with D while they smoked, I was right there in the pool. he said "Ok, I am headed in, see you later" and went into his room. D went in to our room a minute later to get another beer, and while she was in there our neighbor came out in his swim trunks and walked into the pool. I was a little surprised to see him after his exit, he said his wife was asleep with a headache so he thought he would take a swim. He asked respectfully but with clear interest if D was going to swim with us. A minute later D opened the door and I told her to put on a suit and join us, which she did. When she came outside in a bikini she was a little slow getting acclimated to the water, and our neighbor asked if we wanted to walk to the hot tub, less than 100 yards away on the edge of the property. It would be warmer and he was meaning to check it out but had not done so and this was his last night here. We all agreed and the three of us walked there. He and I in swim trunks, D in a bikini wrapped in a white hotel terrycloth robe. She brought her cigarettes in a clutch, I added our room key and a 420 vape pen with a couple of beers.
This hot tub was very large, probably close to 25' in diameter. It was all concrete, only about 3 feet deep, with a concrete bench around the sides which was only about 12" below the surface. Our neighbor turned on the jets and for the next 10 minutes we all floated around, laughed and talked, and sat on some jets. We were the only three in the tub, and anywhere in sight for that matter. D very quickly finished a beer, I pulled off the vape and walked across the Jacuzzi to "shotgun" the hit to D which she readily enjoyed. She was very relaxed sitting on some jets on the bench, I was facing her and our neighbor was 6 feet off to the side minding his own business just staring at the stars enjoying the steam and bubbles. I began to play with her bikini under the water, then reached in with a finger, then entered with two. Slowly working her G spot for no more than 30 seconds her legs began to spread wider and wider apart. I asked her if she liked this and got a nod and M-Hmm. She looked over and actually asked me who that was sitting 6 feet to the side. I said "It is our neighbor, remember?" "Oh yeah, I was so into the moment I forgot where I was!" she said. She was clearly in a rather aloof state and a great place when I leaned forward and asked "Would you like to be fingered by both of us at the same time?". She looked at me with a smile and said "Really?" then with a sly smirk and an I-guess-so shrug she said "sure".

None of us had discussed anything of the sort, and never even had a remotely suggestive conversation all week. Our neighbor was sitting 6 feet away, and giving us our respectful space not even looking over at what was going on. I know he could not have heard anything we said, but likely thought something may be going on underwater by how we were sitting. I thought for a minute, and fingered her for another 15 seconds, then slid off her bikini bottoms with no resistance (maybe even a little assistance from D). I held them up in the air and said to our neighbor "Look what I found!" He replied with an emphatic "Wow, what a lucky find!" I laughed and whispered in D's ear, "Maybe you should slide over a little and see if you can find his cock". She needed no more encouragement than that, and slid right up next to him.

I was a little surprised with what happened next I expected the three of us to sit together, he and I making a "D sandwich" and have a little fun. See where things go. D decided to straddle him and reached for the tie on his swimsuit. She pulled a little and felt around as he was working his trunks down a little bit but not off. D grabbed his cock, sat on it and started fucking him right then and there. In a few seconds he was in her completely, holding her waist while she put her hands on his shoulders and rode him like a bronco. I was right there next to them, I rubbed her back, told her she was a good girl, gave her a kiss or two, and even reached down touching her sphincter and with a finger verified his dick was way up in her pussy. She continued to ride for about 60 seconds, the two of them groaning and moaning pretty well. I don't know exactly what triggered the dismount, but when she hopped off she moved a few feet to the side and washed her pussy out in the jets. We don't know if he came in her or not, but the whole thing was way too spontaneous (and under water) to use any protection. it just happened, just like that. And in another couple minutes we were all floating/wading about on our knees moving around the tub like nothing happened. he grabbed a cigarette, I lit one for D and brought it into the tub. D was still bottomless, and when I handed her the smoke I put her on my lap and made an attempt to fuck her myself, but I was not quite there at the moment and the lubrication was lacking. No worries, I knew I would have my time later for sure. Then D asked me "Did you guys plan this? You must have worked this out all along." I replied "No way, this was entirely 100% spontaneous. Lets ask". We drifted over to him, D on my lap straddling me and I said "She wants to know if we planned this, did we have any such discussion?" He replied "Nope, that was all on-the-spot". I asked "Are we good, everything ok?" he replied "Absolutely! What about you guys?" with a smile. I assured him we are all good, did not kiss and tell, and will never do or say anything that would put him in a compromised position. He suggested D may want to put on her bottoms in case security or others come by and we need to exit the hot tub, to which she obliged. We floated around for a few minutes, then got out and walked back to our rooms.

As we passed our room door first I said "See you on the patio for a smoke, neighbor." to which I believe he replied affirmatively. D was excited. Horny would have been an understatement. As soon as we got into the room she dropped her suit and robe, dried off, slid on the black dress and went outside for a smoke. She waited anxiously, looked around the wood lattice a couple of times, then finished her cigarette and went inside to get a beer. We closed the door and she said to me "OMG, I can't believe that just happened. I fucked him in the hot tub!" She paused for a minute and said "I want to fuck him again, right now!". Husband = instant boner from that one. Wow, what a wife. She spent the next two hours in a lounger on the patio masturbating with a large steel dildo and her nearly silent Crave vibrator.

She hoped and fantasized for hours, but surprisingly we never saw him again. He was a heavy smoker, hard to believe he would not come out for one - but we watched and waited with no sign. Could be we were too close to "home" and there could certainly be a lot at stake. We do not believe they were swingers, never got any of that vibe which we know how to read. Actually on our side we thought of ourselves as "born again vanilla" since as a couple we had written off swinging and not even dabbled for years.

I am writing this un-embellished sincerely true account less than 4 days after it happened. We fucked wildly for hours that night, and every night since. She has experienced some squirting, shivering, screaming orgasms from this memory the likes of which I have not seen for some time. They are always ok or good, but this is different. She has brought up the occurrence a dozen times, asking me to recount how it played out over and over. I asked if she had any regrets – about her side or his to which she emphatically says “Not at all”. I have also suggested that this was an organic and exciting thing which can be replicated, which has not been met with a solid "no", but with statements like "I feel selfish because I get uneasy when you touch another woman" and "when you plan these things you become too consumed, and I don't like that". All lessons in listening - some taken to heart and others may need a little work. But just maybe she is not retired just yet… Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed our vicarious fun.

[EyefunJo]

My wife used to have a friends-with-benefits situation with a guy who’d pursued her before they dated for a bit. Apparently, they split because their personalities didn’t mesh, but she was always super satisfied with his skills in bed. So, after they broke up, they transitioned from dating to just hooking up. She told me there were times when she’d spend an entire week at his place, going at it like crazy.

Not long after we got married, her ex happened to be in a nearby city for work. Since a few other friends lived close by, they naturally planned a get-together at a Friday night. I’d heard plenty of stories from my wife about their bedroom life, and I knew she still kinda missed what he was packing. Since I wasn’t too close with most of the group, I figured they’d have more fun without me there. I teased her beforehand, asking what she’d do if he made a move. She just grinned and said, “Depends on the vibe.”

That night, since they’d be drinking and couldn’t drive, I played chauffeur and dropped her off. She was wearing a tight lavender tank top and my favorite white denim mini skirt. Sitting in the passenger seat, her long, pale legs were on full display, making it damn near impossible to focus on the road. I drove with one hand on the wheel and the other on her thigh the whole way.

By the time we pulled into the restaurant parking lot, I was already rock-hard imagining her in that outfit getting it on with her ex. I lifted her skirt and saw she was wearing the knitted panties I’d bought her. That sent me over the edge—I pinned her to the passenger seat, kissing her wildly until we were both breathless. Before she got out, I half-jokingly told her not to give in too easily and to put up a little fight.

That night, I sat on my couch watching TV, not registering a single thing on the screen. My coke on the table went flat from sitting there so long. It wasn’t until almost midnight that she called. I sped over to pick her up at a bar a few streets from the restaurant—they’d walked over after dinner to keep drinking. When I got there, everyone was still around, including her ex, who gave me a friendly wave as we drove off.

In the car, I couldn’t wait to ask her what happened. I’d half-expected her to end up at his hotel. Did he not make a move? She blushed, smirked, and guided my hand under her skirt. Her panties were soaked. She said back at the restaurant, he’d already leaned in close and whispered something to her. I was curious why it ended so early, then. Turns out, after they got to the bar, he pulled her into one of those larger family-style restrooms. They made out like crazy, hands roaming all over each other—touching everything they should and shouldn’t.

Her ex’s stance was that since she was married, they shouldn’t go to his hotel. But he still had her pull her panties aside and gave her a few hard thrusts, though he didn’t finish.

Hearing this, I was already rock-hard again, my fingers slipping into her drenched panties. When we got home, I took care of what he didn’t finish. My wife even said I performed better than usual, which left me torn between wanting to laugh or cry.