By Gustav Jorgenson

My wife Anne and I have been vacationing with a group of friends at rented beach houses in Rehoboth Beach for several years. I generally was in charge of finding the rental, but this year we let this guy Richard, who I never much cared for, take over the responsibility. When we arrived at the place, we found that it had fewer beds than we needed and some people were going to need to sleep on cots, reinforcing my negative perception of Richard. The eight of us on this trip assembled in the great room to hash it out. There were three couples, my wife and I, Jack and Sylvia, Bob and Linda, and then Richard who was single and Ruth who was also single.

“Well, since we have three queen beds, why not just have the three couples take those and then Richard and Ruth can sleep on the couches,” I said reasonably, and of course all the other couples agreed. I left unsaid that Richard should have to suffer since he was the one that screwed up and booked this house.

“Now hold on,” objected Ruth. “I’ve got a bad back, I’m not going to be able to enjoy the beach if I’m half paralyzed by sleeping on one of those crappy cots.”

“She’s right, of course,” said Richard smoothly. “The only fair way to deal with this is to draw lots.”

There was some grumbling, but it was agreed that this was the fairest way to proceed. Richard put 8 slips of paper into a hat. Two of the slips had “cot” written on them, and he held the hat above his head as we each drew a slip.

“Goddamnit,” I cried when I found that I had drawn a cot.

Ruth cursed as well when she drew a cot slip as well, but she just stubbornly refused to switch when my wife offered to trade her spot in a bed.

“So wait, the two couples are fine sleeping together, but now my wife is going to end up in bed with Richard?” I squawked in annoyance.

“Sounds good to me,” said Richard, eyeing Anne’s body in her bikini with a lecherous leer. Everyone broke out laughing at the way Anne blushed and crossed her arms trying to cover her jutting breasts.

“Relax Tim,” said my friend Jack, clapping me on the shoulder amicably. “Wife swapping is all the rage these days.”

“Yeah, Tim,” said Richard, wagging his eyebrows at me. “Don’t be so old-fashioned. What’s a friendly shag between friends after all?” He slapped Anne’s rump for emphasis and she shrieked in surprise and slapped his shoulder as everyone laughed uproariously.

As we headed down to the beach together, Richard put his arm around Anne’s shoulder and teased her.

“I hope we can both agree to sleep in the nude, because that’s how I sleep and I don’t want you to feel overdressed,” he simpered, making the other women cackle with laughter.

Bob noticed my discomfort and took me aside. “The big bedroom is the only one where both cots will fit, so we will stick you, Anne, Richard, and Ruth in there together. That way you can be sure no funny business happens,” he murmured under his breath.

“Oh come on, Bob,” I said, trying to force a laugh. “I trust my wife. She would never do anything improper. Besides, Richard is always making jerky comments like that.”

“Ahh, still, better safe than sorry,” he said with a slight frown. “You know how things get late at night after a few drinks.”

It’s true that there had been rumors from previous years about adulterous hookups. Last year, Bob’s wife Linda and this guy Pedro disappeared for a couple of hours and claimed they had been off playing miniature golf, but no one believed them. I made sure Pedro wasn’t invited back this year.

The jokes about Richard sleeping with Anne continued all day. No one but me seemed to tire of them, and eventually, even my modest wife stopped getting embarrassed by them and started playing along.

“Have another glass of wine, Anne,” said Linda with a twinkle in her eye as she topped off Anne’s glass at dinner. “It’s probably been many years since you’ve slept with a man other than your husband, the wine will help you relax and get into it.”

“Well, all I have to do is lay there and Richard can do the getting into,” said Anne with a grin, kicking me under the table playfully.

“Har, har, har,” I commented sourly as our friends all gibbered drunkenly at the crass jokes.

“But seriously, Anne, what position do you prefer?” asked Richard, his eyes fixed on my wife’s cleavage. She happened to be wearing a much lower cut gown than was her habit and I suspected she did it in response to Richard’s insistent flirting which annoyed me to no end.

“Oh, I like it doggy style,” she said seriously, crossing her arms under her boobs to boost them up so he could inspect them better. “But we would have to get on top of the covers to do it that way which would be rude with Tim and Ruth in the room. We will probably have to settle for missionary since we can stay covered up that way and it’s more discreet.” She winked at me mischievously as the table erupted in further merriment and Linda nearly choked, she was laughing so hard.

“Spooning is also fairly discrete,” put in Jack, taking his opportunity to eye my wife’s chest.

“Jack, stop staring at Anne’s cleavage, you pig,” laughed his wife Sylvia. “The way you are ogling her it makes me wonder if you want to switch places with Richard.”

“We will be here 8 nights,” put in Richard with a broad grin. “I shouldn’t hog Anne the entire time, maybe I should raffle off a few of the nights to give the other guys a chance to sleep with her.”

“No problem, I guess I will just be the community trollop this trip,” said Anne, pulling the front of her her dress down to reveal even more cleavage and thrusting her chest out shamelessly which got all the men’s attention at the table.

“Well if Bob wanted to take a roll in the hay with these knockers, I could hardly blame him,” commented Linda, reaching out to grab Anne’s jutting breasts. I laughed along to be a good sport, but I noticed Bob shifting uncomfortably in his seat I realized that he was probably adjusting a boner under the table.

“Ok, jeez, can we talk about something other that my wife getting fucked by other guys?” I asked irritably. But there was no denting the hilarity and everyone laughed off my complaint.

“Come now, darling,” pouted Anne, teasing me. “Aren’t I allowed to get a little attention now and then? I’m a good wife all year long, can’t I be a little bad on vacation?”

“Sure, sure, whatever,” I said tersely, downing my wine.

The group finally started to notice my sour mood and the conversation turned to other topics.

After dinner, we strolled along the boardwalk enjoying the gentle summer evening air. I held my wife’s hand and we lagged behind the group as I stared out moodily at the waves crashing in the moonlight.

“Why are you so quiet?” asked Anne meekly as we walked along.

“Uh, sorry, I guess I’m a little worked up over all the comments about you sleeping in the same bed as Richard tonight,” I admitted.

“Oh, darling,” sighed Anne, putting her head on my shoulder. “How can you take that stuff seriously? I mean you and Ruth will be right there in the room, what could possibly go wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing, of course,” I sighed, kissing her on the top of the head. “But you sure enjoy joking around about it.”

“Well, sure I do,” admitted my wife, kicking her legs childishly out in front of her as we walked along. “I’m starting to get older and men don’t pay attention to me like they used to. I just like the attention. It’s flattering to have Richard flirt so persistently with me. It makes me feel desirable for a change instead of like a middle-aged housewife.”

“Well I still think you are beautiful,” I said lamely.

“I know you do, dear, I know you do,” she agreed distantly, looking out over the waves.

“Anne,” I said after a moment. “Do you think Linda and Pedro really, you know, got it on last year?”

“It certainly appears that they did,” said Anne, looking up at me with a devilish smile.

“But Bob didn’t make much of a fuss about it,” I recalled. He just asked me not to invite Pedro back this year.

“Well, that’s reasonable of him. Bob and Linda have been married a long time. Why make waves over one minor indiscretion?” she asked breezily. Then she turned to me with wide eyes, “Hey wait a minute, are you trying to say something here?”

“No, no,” I lied, holding up my hands defensively.

“Look, Tim, Richard is no Pedro, ok?” she laughed.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, arching an eyebrow at my wife.

“Pedro is a total stud, of course. My god, he’s gorgeous, and from the bulge in his swimming trunks, he looked like he was hung like a horse,” giggled my wife. “Richard is just so-so. He makes me laugh, but there is something sort of sketchy about him.”

“Ah, ok, if that’s how you felt about Pedro, we are definitely not inviting him back next year either,” I said, feeling my anxiety loosen considerably.

We picked up our pace and rejoined the group as we returned to the house.

We opened a few more bottles of wine and stayed up drinking long into the night, until I was practically reeling upstairs around 2:00 am when the party broke up. When I got to the master bedroom, I heard Ruth and Anne giggling hysterically in the attached bathroom, but I didn’t see Richard anywhere. I noticed that Ruth had just laid out her blankets directly on the floor to avoid hurting her back on the creaky cot.

I needed to piss and brush my teeth, so I knocked on the bathroom door. “Hey, I need to get in there,” I called.

The giggling stopped and then I heard Richard’s voice as he and the two women exchanged hurried whispers within the bathroom.

“Richard, are you in there?” I called out. I started feeling suspicious and my heart was pounding in my chest.

“Yeah, Tim, hold on a second,” he said. “I’m just helping Anne pick out the right negligee to wear to bed.”

“Enough joking around, I’ve got to piss,” I demanded.

“Honey, can you use the bathroom down the hall, I’m not decent in here,” said my wife sweetly.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I demanded angrily. “How you you be indecent with Richard in there?”

“It’s pretty hot, actually,” called Ruth before dissolving into a fit of snickering laughter.

I decided that they must be fucking with me, but I couldn’t wait, so I ran down the hall to use the other bathroom.

When I came back, Richard was sitting up in bed, bare chested with his hands crossed behind his neck smugly watching Anne help Ruth arrange some couch cushions on the floor for her to sleep on. I noticed that my wife was in fact wearing a very short, sexy negligee which was practically unheard of.

“What was that all about?” I asked petulantly. “Keeping me out of the bathroom like that.”

“Well, it would have been pretty awkward if we had let you in at that moment,” said Ruth with a salacious grin.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked defensively, feeling my stomach roil with jealousy.

Anne came over and gave me a kiss on the cheek, tugging modestly at the hem of her nightgown which barely covered her crotch and I noticed Richard’s eyes glued to her shapely legs as she crossed the room.

“Don’t worry about it dear,” she said, patting me on the shoulder. “Let me tuck you in.”

I climbed drunkenly onto the rickety cot and my wife bent over to cover me. I glanced over to see Richard’s eyes fixated on my wife’s rear as she did.

“Anne, look, Richard is springing a stiffy over there!” cried Ruth with delight.

Anne stood and turned to look, holding her hem down in back with one hand. There was definitely a large protrusion in the covers around his crotch.

“Richard, look at you,” tittered my wife gaily. “It looks like your johnson is standing straight up at attention.”

“You got me when you bent over like that,” he admitted with a lecherous smile.

“That’s a pretty big bump you got over there, buddy,” joked Ruth, eyeing Richard’s protrusion with interest. “Did it pop out of the front of your shorts or something?”

“I told you already, I sleep in the nude,” laughed Richard, pointing at his boxer shorts crumpled by the side of the bed.

“Alright, enough, joking around, put your goddamn shorts back on,” I snapped hotly, the cot lurching dangerously as I leaned up on one elbow.

“Honey, just relax,” said my wife, pushing me back down. “I don’t care if Richard sleeps in the buff or not. He’s going to keep his huge nasty boner on his side of the bed, and I am going to stay on my side.”

Ruth simpered behind her hand as she lay down on her cushions and pulled her covers over her.

“I don’t like it, what if you roll over in your sleep or something and end up on his side of the bed?” I asked plaintively.

“Well, that’s just a risk I am going to have to take,” she said, bravely. “But I’m not afraid, I’ve handled large equipment before, I’ll be ok.”

Ruth and Richard broke out laughing but I just frowned in displeasure.

“Here, come to bed, Anne,” said Richard, fondling his bulge idly as he smiled at her suggestively.

“Good night, dear,” said Anne, kissing me on the cheek and then turning to climb into bed with Richard. She tried tugging the back of her nightgown down as she bent down to pull the sheets back, but in spite of her efforts, I caught a glimpse of her bare ass cheek and I rose up again on one elbow suddenly, causing the cot to creak and tremble.

“Jesus, Anne, you aren’t wearing any drawers, are you?” I shouted.

My wife pulled the covers up to her chin and peered at me with trepidation. After a moment, she answered me in a small voice, “No.”

“That’s why I popped such a boner when she bent over, Tim,” said Richard, wagging his eyebrows at me lewdly.

“And that’s why it would have been awkward to let you into the bathroom earlier,” chimed in Ruth with amusement. “Richard was trying to get her to lose the panties. He wanted her bottomless when she climbed in bed with him. And he clearly succeeded.”

“You think that’s really funny, don’t you Ruth?” I snapped in anger. I could feel my pulse pounding in my ears and my innards were wrenching with jealousy.

“Please, Tim, of course it’s funny,” she said, waving her hand dismissively. “Don’t get your panties in a bunch. It’s all in good fun. Everyone’s drunk and doing silly stuff. Nothing to get bent out of shape over.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I said, trying to control my temper. I turned to my wife and forced myself to speak quietly. “Anne, would you mind putting some panties on, dear? It would make me feel more comfortable.”

“Oh come on, Tim,” she said, forcing a laugh. “I thought we’d been through all this already. You can’t possibly think that anything is going to happen between Richard and I.”

“The very idea is preposterous,” said Richard with mock indignance, gripping his boner through the covers and jerking it for emphasis.

“Richard, stop teasing my husband,” said Anne, gazing at the lump in Richard’s hand. “And be careful with that thing, you might hurt somebody.”

“Anne, this really isn’t the time to be making jokes,” I said. I felt the wind draining from my sails, my wife really wasn’t going to put any underwear on and there was nothing I could do about it, short of dragging her forcefully out of bed.

“Don’t worry,” whispered Richard as he switched out the light. “It’s big, but it doesn’t hurt because I put it in really slowly.”

Ruth and Anne broke out laughing, but I just groaned into the darkness and rolled over discontentedly on my creaking cot.

The room was spinning slightly as I tried to get comfortable and my mind churned with anxiety. This joking around was really going too close to the edge for me. I thought about Linda and Pedro and how sympathetic Anne was toward Linda’s infidelity. A minor indiscretion she called it. I heard rustling and hushed whispers from the bed as my wife and Richard rearranged themselves, but it was really pitch black in the room and I couldn’t see anything at all.

“What are you guys doing?” I asked meekly, feeling a wash of shame in my chest.

“Trying to negotiate where the middle line of the bed is,” said my wife, but her voice sounded thick and huskier than normal.

“Ssh, I’m trying to sleep,” complained Ruth from across the room.

“Ok, sorry,” I said softly.

My eyes were slowly adjusting to the darkness, but I still couldn’t make out anything but vague outlines.

I listened carefully, but all I could hear from the bed was indistinct rustling of the covers and very soft whispering between Richard and Anne.

I held my breath and heard Richard say, “Here, here.”

“Ok,” breathed my wife in response. “Oh wow.”

“Yeah, that’s it,” he said, sighing with satisfaction.

My wife asked, “Like this?”

I couldn’t make out Richard’s response, but his breathing became louder and more erratic and the rustling increased as they shifted around on the bed. For some reason my own penis started getting stiff as I imagined Richard taking my wife’s hand and putting it on his stiff cock under the covers and then her tugging on it for him.

“You guys, seriously,” I whispered, my heart beating wildly. “I can hear you.”

“I’m just giving Richard a massage to help him relax,” hissed my wife, oddly breathless. “Now go to sleep.”

“Quiet!” mumbled Ruth.

I reached down between my legs and gripped my own stiffening boner as I listened to the rustling and the whispers from the bed. Anne and Richard had lowered their voices to the point I couldn’t hear them even if I held my breath, but both of them were definitely breathing heavily now and occasionally my wife gave out a little stifled whimper. I heard some wet smooching sounds that sounded suspiciously like kissing but I was afraid of speaking up for fear of Ruth throwing a fit. I pictured Anne and Richard kissing and feeling each other up under the covers and I started pulling on my cock as I listened carefully, ears straining for each hint of impropriety.

At some point it sounded as though Anne had pulled the covers over her head since her whispers became much more muffled, but I could still hear Richard as he gave a guttural grunt and then Anne tittering quietly from beneath the covers. I just imagined her going down on him and sucking on his cock. She was making that characteristic humming sound ever so softly and Richard started panting and wriggling on the bed. I was torn between the urge to jump up and switch on the light and urge to cum right then and there. My gut was with icy anxiety, but I had to pause in my masturbation because I was afraid of cumming too soon.

I knew what was going on. They were trying to be subtle, but I was almost positive that my wife was sucking Richard’s goddamn penis just 15 feet from where I lay listening. Part of me was torn with jealousy, and part of me was sickly aroused. Richards pants got closer and closer together.

“Ah, ah, ah, stop now, stop,” he hissed quietly.

I couldn’t make out my wife’s muffled response but then I heard them struggling together on the bed, giggling, and rustling the covers violently. I imagined them wrestling as Richard pulled my wife up from her blowjob and tried to pin her down so he could fuck her properly.

The conflict slowly subsided and they were both panting hoarsely.

“You think you’re a big man, huh?” asked my wife quietly.

“Hold that thought,” he breathed.

My wife gasped deeply, “Oh god, oh god.”

“Yeah, now you tell me,” he murmured.

“Oh yeah, I feel it, I like it,” whimpered my wife.

He was obviously sinking his meat between her parted legs! What kind of husband was I to lay here and listen to this stuff. What was Ruth thinking at this point? She was playing along earlier. Did she agree to shush me if I complained. Why wasn’t I jumping up and throwing on the light to expose this whole charade right now?

“Oh yeah, take it,” he grunted quietly.

“Yeah, yeah, I like it, I like it,” moaned my wife, trying to keep her voice down.

That was why. My wife wanted his dick inside it. She liked it. I had to admit it now. I could hear the passion in her voice. She couldn’t keep her voice down enough, and at some point she stopped caring if I could hear her or not. That was why I was just going to lay here, jerking off as I listened to my wife, allowing her to have this minor indiscretion. Because she needed it. And to my surprise, my jealousy melted away.

I listened to the creaking of the bedsprings and the muffled slapping of skin on skin with equanimity. My wife’s moans and whimpers grew louder and louder until I was afraid that Ruth would say something, but Ruth remained silent. I wondered if she was masturbating as she listened too. By the time the headboard was rhythmically tapping against the wall, I was jerking myself madly and couldn’t hold back any more. I spurted cum all over myself, soaking my blanket in hot jism.

“Oh Richard, Richard,” gasped my wife. “I’m coming,” she said, not bothering to keep her voice down.

“Oh yeah, oh yeah,” agreed Richard. “Give me one more minute.” The sound of their hips slapping together was unmistakable at this point as they seemed to give up any pretense of stealth, too aroused to care what Ruth and I heard at this point. Then he groaned loudly and the rhythmic tapping suddenly ceased.

“Oh Richard,” panted my wife, the adoration plain in her voice. “That was amazing.” Then she lowered her voice self-consciously and resumed her whisper “Wait, don’t pull out. Stay inside me for a moment.”

I held my breath as the room became quiet once more, afraid to move or shift on the noisy couch, afraid to break the silence and implicitly admit that I had heard everything. Afraid to acknowledge that I had laid here on the cot and listened to my wife get fucked noisily without interfering. I lay and listened to Anne and Richard’s quiet breathing as they began to doze off.

“Can we all get some sleep now?” whispered Ruth cheekily from the floor and Anne and Richard chuckled quietly.

“Yes, sorry dear, we were just getting situated,” replied Anne contentedly.

I lay with the crossbar of the cot wedged into my side in severe discomfort for almost an hour, afraid to move until I finally heard my wife’s gentle snore. And then I shifted noisily until I was comfortable and quickly drifted off to sleep.

I was awoken in the morning by a painful explosion of sunshine as Ruth drew the curtains back loudly.

“Time to get up, Anne is downstairs cooking breakfast and she told me to wake you now,” said Ruth cheerily.

“Urrgh,” I groaned, my head pounding from a terrible hangover. “What time is it?”

“After 10 am,” she said looking down at me with an impish smirk. “Sleep well?”

“I slept,” I allowed, climbing painfully from the cot.

“Well, Anne sure slept well. You should see how cheerful she is this morning,” said Ruth, giving me a sly look. “I was afraid we would never get to sleep with all the fuss they made last night getting situated.”

“Oh, I didn’t hear anything,” I said, my face growing hot as I ducked my head and escaped to the bathroom to piss.

“Really, I’m surprised you didn’t hear them,” shouted Ruth through the bathroom door. “They were pretty loud last night.”

I relieved myself and then splashed cold water on my face. I contemplated my visage in the mirror, water dripping from my unshaven face and eyes bloodshot and puffy. What did Ruth want from me? Did she want me to laugh with her about how funny it was that Richard really did stick it to my wife last night while I lay and listened? I sure wasn’t going to do that. I brushed my teeth and then opened the bathroom door to find Ruth standing right there.

“You, ok?” she asked sympathetically.

“I’m hungover,” I said.

“That’s all?” she asked, pouting.

“And hungry I guess,” I admitted. “Let’s go downstairs.”

Everyone was gathered around the big dining table drinking coffee and chattering boisterously as my wife and Linda buzzed about serving scrambled eggs, sausage, and toast to everyone. My wife’s cheeks were rosy and her eyes were bright. She looked ten years younger this morning.

“There’s my Rumplestiltskin,” called Anne cheerily. She dashed to pull out a chair for me, pecking my cheek and putting down a cup of coffee and plate of eggs and sausage for me. “Sleep well, dear?”

“Well, I guess so,” I mumbled. “This food looks good. Check back with me after I’ve eaten and had some coffee.”

“Will do,” she beamed, tousling my hair as she ran off to refill Richard’s coffee.

Once everyone was served, Linda and Anne sat down to join us and I was peeved to see that Anne sat next to Richard and let Linda sit next to me. But I felt a little better after wolfing down some eggs and toast and as the coffee kicked in, I tuned into the conversation at the table.

“Well, Richard, how was your first night sleeping with Tim’s wife?” asked Jack with a ribald laugh.

“Well, we had a minor territorial dispute over where her side of the bed ended and mine began,” he said, turning to exchange a smile with my wife. “But I emerged triumphant.”

“He sure did,” gushed Anne, gazing with adoration into Richard’s eyes. “He was very forceful, I had to surrender to his advances.”

Everyone laughed at the innuendo, and I smiled along, but I felt that prick of jealousy and I noticed Bob looking at me with concern. Bob and Linda were in the bedroom adjoining ours and they must have heard the headboard tapping on the wall last night. I could see that Linda was on the verge of mentioning it, but Bob shot her a warning glance and she held her tongue.

After lunch I helped clean up the dishes and found myself alone with my wife in the kitchen.

“So, I was planning to go shopping this morning and maybe catch back up with you after lunch,” she said carefully.

“Yeah, ok, what are you shopping for?” I asked, marveling at her bright complexion. She really was just beaming with happiness this morning after getting fucked so hard by Richard’s big cock.

“Ah, well, I thought I might get some new, um, pajamas,” she said, blushing furiously for some reason.

“Pajamas,” I repeated.

“Well, you know,” she laughed awkwardly. “Sleepwear.”

“You mean lingerie?” I asked stiffly. “You want to have something fresh and sexy to wear to bed with Richard tonight?”

“Honey, please,” begged my wife, bowing her head as she scraped a plate and loaded it into the dishwasher.

Richard came into the kitchen and leaned against the counter. “Hey Tim, I hope we didn’t keep you up last night,” he said staring me down insolently.

“Uh, no, I didn’t hear anything,” I lied, trying to swallow my ire.

“That’s good, because I was afraid that your wife and I were being pretty loud,” he said, suppressing a smile.

“Being pretty loud doing what?” I asked angrily.

“Darling,” cautioned my wife, putting her hand on my chest.

“Ready to head out, beautiful?” asked Richard, ignoring me and addressing my wife.

“Well, I have to finish up the dishes,” she said, looking at me with concern.

“I’ll finish them,” I said stiffly.

“Thanks, pal,” said Richard, slapping me on the shoulder and putting his arm around my wife and leading her out of the kitchen.

“Bye dear,” she called meekly, waving at me as they headed out. “See you later.”

Bob came in as they were leaving.

“How are you holding up?” he asked me soberly.

“I’m not inviting Richard back next year,” I told him morosely.

“I understand,” he said simply, putting his hand on my shoulder.

“I think he’s going to take her to go buy lingerie so he can dress her in something sexy tonight,” I spat angrily.

“You mean, she is going to model all sorts of revealing outfits for him and let him choose the ones he likes best?” gulped Bob, his face growing red. “Do you suppose, he’s going to, uh, watch her getting changed too?”

“Christ Bob! What, what a thing to say,” I stammered, my penis growing hard at the thought.

“Sorry, sorry,” he said, trying to hide his own erection.

“Hey, can you finish these dishes up?” I asked. “I need to go check something out.”

“Sure go ahead,” Bob said with a knowing look.

I ran out of the house and looked up the nearest lingerie store on my phone. I ran for a couple of blocks and soon caught up with my wife and Richard walking arm in arm down the street. I followed them surreptitiously as my wife dragged Richard into one little gift shop after another. I felt a bit of satisfaction that Richard was being subjected to this torment that every husband had to put up with, namely shopping for knick-knacks. Presently they arrived at a lingerie shop and they entered together. I waited outside for a few minutes, peeking in the window as Richard and Anne selected some pretty daring outfits. When they headed into the dressing room together, my heart dropped and I resolved to follow them in.

When I entered the store, the saleswoman greeted me brightly, but I just brushed her off and headed right to the back of the store by the dressing room. I paused when I heard Richard’s voice.

“Yeah, that’s hot, that’s really hot. I can see your nipples right through that bra,” he said, his voice thick with lust.

“How does it look from behind?” asked my wife suggestively.

“Can I help you sir?” asked another saleswoman, eyeing me suspiciously.

“Shh,” I said, waving her away impatiently.

“Oh, yeah, that’s nice, you got some junk back there,” croaked Richard from the within the changing room. “But take that off and try this one.”

“Ok, but close your eyes while I get undressed,” said my wife primly.

“Of course, of course,” he said.

I turned to look at the saleswoman and saw that she was listening along with me.

“That’s my wife in there,” I hissed. For some reason, I wanted to share my outrage.

The young woman’s her eyes widened in surprise.

“Hey, your eyes are supposed to be closed,” said my wife, giggling girlishly.

“I like you best with nothing on at all,” he grunted.

“Oh really?” she asked. “Hmm, I see that your johnson likes me too.”

“Oh yeah,” he groaned.

I heard the sound of a zipper coming down.

“Oh boy, look how big he is,” purred my wife. “I’m going to need to do something about this, mister.”

I watched the saleswoman’s face grow beet red as we listened to the slurping sounds of my wife sucking another man’s penis in the dressing room and then him groaning loudly with pleasure. She saw the horror on my face and strode deliberately over to the dressing room and rapped loudly on the door.

“Are you folks OK in there?” she demanded loudly.

“Yeah, we’re ok,” choked Richard, gasping for breath. “Holy fuck,” he exclaimed in surprise. “Oh yeah, that was awesome.”

“What was awesome, sir?” demanded the saleswoman, putting her hands on her hips.

“Omigod, you nearly choked me with that one, I almost couldn’t swallow it all,” chirped my wife cheerfully.

“Please don’t make a mess in there,” pleaded the saleswoman. “I’m not supposed to let couples go in together. I could get in trouble.”

“We’ll be right out, dear,” said my wife condescendingly.

The saleswoman came back over to me and said, “I’m sorry, sir, but you better leave now. I don’t want any trouble in here.”

“There won’t be any trouble,” I sighed, putting my hand in my pocket to wrestle my raging hardon back into submission. “I’ll go now.”

I wandered back into the street and considered walking away, but something made me hang around outside the shop until my wife and Richard emerged, arm in arm, my wife holding a bag full of purchases.

“Oh, my gosh, fancy meeting you here,” gasped my wife in shock as I approached them.

“Hello darling, what did you buy? Can I see?” I asked, ignoring Richard.

My wife blushed deeply. “Um, I’ll show you later, I don’t want to pull this stuff out on the street like this,” she said, glancing around nervously.

“Oh, but you didn’t mind showing Richard, huh?” I asked angrily.

“Well, I did help her pick out some nice things. Tasteful things, you know,” he said smoothly, not bothering to remove his arm from around my wife’s shoulders.

“Oh, so did you enjoy modeling lingerie for Richard all morning?” I asked my wife.

“It’s not, I mean, you make it sound,” stammered my wife, at a loss for words.

“Anne, you have something in your hair,” I pointed with disgust to a big glob of semen lodged in my wife’s hair.

“Oops, I don’t know what that is,” she said, her face going pale as she produced a tissue and hastily wiped Richard’s sputum from her locks while he chuckled easily.

“Ok, well, I’ll see you two later,” I snapped and stormed away.

“Darling, darling please,” cried Anne, handing her bag to Richard and chasing after me.

“What?” I asked, striding along briskly and not bothering to slow down. “Don’t you have some more fun purchases to make with your boyfriend?”

“Boyfriend?” laughed Anne nervously. “Darling, you are being ridiculous. Richard and I are just good friends. You know that.”

“Really, Anne?” I asked incredulously as I hurried. “I want my wife to be happy and I am certainly willing to overlook a minor indiscretion. But you have be more discreet.”

“I, I don’t know what minor indiscretion you are talking about,” said Anne desperately. “If you are talking about the commotion last night, well we were just horsing around and wrestling a little. That’s no indiscretion.”

I looked my wife in the eye and she gave me a pleading look that broke my anger and made my heart melt. “I didn’t hear anything last night,” I told her. “I slept like a baby. I’m talking about this lingerie shopping.”

Anne gave me a look of deep gratitude and sighed with relief. “Ok, darling, ok, I’m sorry. It was naughty of me to parade around in sexy underwear for Richard. I promise not to do that again.”

I looked at my wife and just shook my head in confusion. She must know that I heard everything, but she needed to maintain this charade for some reason. My hands clenched and unclenched anxiously as I thought about her stripping naked and sucking Richard’s cock in the lingerie store dressing room. But then my wife grabbed my hand excitedly and pulled along to explore the boardwalk stores, chattering happily over every silly t-shirt or shell-encrusted souvenir that she came across. She was as giddy as a teenager in love and I realized that she basically had developed a huge crush on Richard.

As jealous as I was of Anne’s infatuation with Richard, I was charmed by her new found exuberance and we did have an enjoyable day together. I even enjoyed shopping for the dreaded knick-knacks. By the time we returned to the house to have dinner with the gang, I was in a decent mood.

During dinner, I was pleased that no one harassed me with jokes about Anne and Richard sleeping together. I don’t know if it was because the joke was getting old or if people sensed that I was sensitive about it. After dinner, we played board games and proceeded to get smashed as usual. Anne and Richard sat next to each other on the floor and were touching each other a lot. Little casual touches, like Anne would rub Richard’s back when he answered a trivia question correctly and Richard would squeeze Anne’s thigh if she guessed a charade. I pretended not to notice and no one else commented on their intimacy until later in the evening when it was getting near bedtime.

“So Richard,” said Jack, his eyes glassy from drunkenness. “Are you going to hog Anne for yourself tonight or give another guy a chance to sleep with her?”

“I want her to myself again, tonight,” said Richard slipping his arm around her waist and looking at me boldly.

I smirked in acknowledgement but just took a sip of my beer and said nothing as the women all tittered in response.

“I saw that you brought a bag home from the lingerie store this afternoon,” said Linda, suppressing a smile. I noticed Bob kicking his wife under the table, and LInda pouted and rubbed her shin as Anne blushed with embarrassment.

“Yes, I helped Anne pick out some nice things today,” he admitted, proudly, eyes locked with mine in a challenge.

The room was silent for a moment while everyone digested that, then everyone broke out in nervous laughter and the occasional catcall.

“I, uh, that sounds worse that it is, I mean,” stammered my wife, looking around the room beseechingly.

“Is this the bag, here?” asked Ruth, pulling the lingerie bag from behind the couch. “Can we see what you got?”

“Um, that’s sort of personal,” said Anne with a worried expression, her hand on her cheek and her eyes darting around the room.

“We just want to see what Richard picked out for you to wear to bed tonight, dear,” said Linda, grabbing the bag and rooting around inside. “Oh my, this will be flattering.” She extracted a sheer chemise and held it up for everyone to see, eliciting hoots and whistles from the room. She put her hand inside to show how transparent it was. “Won’t leave much to the imagination, will it?”

“Well, of course I would wear something under that,” put in Anne, drawing herself upright defensively.

“Oh, like this?” asked Linda with an impish twinkle in her eye. She drew out a cupless bra and a pair of crotchless panties, which made the room erupt with more laughter and bawdy comments.

Anne just hid her face in her hands, while Richard’s chest puffed out proudly.

“When you put it all together, it’s a lot more tasteful than you would think,” said Richard pursing his lips judiciously.

“You don’t mean to say that she tried that on for you, Richard?” gasped Sylvia, putting her hand to her chest, utterly scandalized.

“Well, of course, we got that for her to wear to bed tonight,” said Richard, raising his eyebrows at her suggestively.

“Can we see you in that outfit, Anne? Why don’t you change into that now?” begged Jack excitedly, slapping his hand against his thigh.

“Yes, Anne, please,” chimed in Linda and Ruth, clapping their hands in inebriation.

“Oh no, I couldn’t,” gasped my wife with a laugh, holding up her hands defensively. “It was sort of a joke, really. I mean, I never intended,” she trailed off helplessly.

“Oh, come on, don’t be bashful, darling, give the boys a thrill,” coaxed Linda, ignoring her husband’s dirty look.

“Yes, why should Richard get all the fun?” barked Jack drunkenly, spittle forming on his lips as he eyed my wife’s body.

“Maybe you should give the people what they want,” laughed Richard, rubbing my wife’s back affectionately.

Anne looked over at me and asked meekly, “What do you think, dear? Would it be too terribly naughty of me?”

All eyes were on me as I took a long careful draught of beer. Why not? I thought to myself. If I will put up with her fucking Richard, why not let other guys get a glimpse of her nipples and her bush? Who cares at this point. I sighed and said, “Well, it sure looks like a naughty outfit. But we are all adults here, drunken adults, but adults. And we’ve all known each other for years, so, I mean, why should we be prudes about it?”

The group cheered in response and Linda jumped up with the bag in hand and helped my wife climb to her feet. “Well it’s settled, then, come along harlot, come along. Let’s see what tasty treat Richard has in store for him tonight.” Linda hustled Anne into the next room to go get changed and Anne glanced back over her shoulder at me with trepidation.

“You are being such a good sport about all this, Tim,” said Sylvia, gesturing at me from across the room. “Are you terribly jealous?”

“Oh, no,” I said, looking at Sam. “A little bit of jealousy helps keep a relationship fresh.”

Bob avoided my gaze and pulled at his collar. “Yes, Sylvia, aren’t you jealous of how excited Jack is to see Anne’s body?” he asked her.

“Well,” said Sylvia, frowning at her husband. “I know how men are. Always hot to see a beautiful woman’s body. I can’t hold it against him. I just don’t want him switching places with Richard.”

We all laughed at that and then Linda reappeared, dragging Anne along with her. My wife’s face was flushed from embarrassment and she held one arm over her nipples and kept her other hand over her crotch as she inched into the room wearing the lingerie that Richard had picked for her.

“Come on, put your arms down,” demanded Jack, practically frothing at the mouth with lust. “Don’t be bashful!”

“Oh god,” said my wife, rolling her eyes. “Ta-da!” she shouted, throwing her arms in the air, treating the gang to a nice view of her nipples and dark bush, clearly visible through her transparent chemise, before covering herself up again modestly.

The room erupted with catcalls again and I had to admit, it was pretty exciting.

“Again, again!” shouted Ruth, clapping her hands.

But Linda had mercy on my bashful wife and held up a hand. “Now, now, don’t push her. Let’s just get a look at this caboose and then let her go.” She spun my wife around and Anne bent over, flashing her butt cheeks at us and blowing me a kiss over her shoulder before grabbing her terrycloth robe and slipping it on to cover herself.

“Oh my god, that really is a risqué get up,” gasped Sylvia. “I don’t believe that you showed that to Richard.”

“Well, just, you know,” mumbled my wife, stifling a yawn.

“Uh, oh, looks like someone is getting tired,” said Richard, jumping to his feet. “I better get this sleepyhead off to bed. Goodnight all.”

“Goodnight everyone!” said my wife with a feeble wave, as Richard whisked her upstairs.

Everyone watched them go with frank surprise and then Ruth jumped up. “Ah, ok, Tim. Come on, we better head up there and make sure there is no funny business.”

“Well, I mean, ok, but, I trust my wife of course,” I said, standing up with difficulty and taking Ruth’s arm so that we could steady each other as we hurried upstairs after my wife and her lover.

“We can trust that there will be funny business tonight, but at least we should be there to make sure it’s supervised,” giggled Ruth quietly as we ascended the stairs together, but I just shook my head and said nothing.

When we entered the bedroom, Richard was sitting up in bed chest bare with his boxers on the floor, just as last night. The bathroom door was closed and the sink was running, but my wife’s robe was hanging on the hook.

“I’m going to check on the sexpot,” said Ruth, tapping on the door and then slipping into the bathroom with my wife. I heard them giggling and chatting in there and I shrugged and headed over to the cot on the other side of the room, ignoring Richard. I lay down with a thump, eliciting squeals of protest from the cot and realized that I was tired enough to fall right asleep, but I struggled not to fall right to sleep.

“Pretty tired, huh, Tim?” asked Richard in a soft voice.

“Yeah,” I admitted with a slur in my voice.

“I just wanted to thank you for keeping your sense of humor about all this,” he said with an unctuous tone.

“Yeah,” I agreed sleepily.

Just then the bathroom door opened and Ruth slipped out. “Goodnight all,” she chirped, slipping under the covers on her nest of cushions.

My wife turned the bathroom light out and the room was cloaked in darkness. I heard my wife’s footsteps as she creeped across the floor.

“Hey does anyone object if we leave the bathroom light on with the door ajar?” asked Richard casually. “I don’t want to trip and kill myself if I have to use the bathroom in the middle of the night.”

“Fine by me,” agreed Ruth. “Also, Tim will be able to keep an eye on you guys in case he gets jealous.”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” said Anne, with worry in her voice.

“Come on, you don’t want me to get injured in the night, do you?” coaxed Richard.

“Ugh, ok,” said my wife and she snapped the bathroom light back on and left the door ajar. A sliver of light shot out and dimly illuminated the room as she crept across the floor toward the bed.

“Wait, uh, aren’t you going to change into something more modest?” I said, sitting up on an elbow when I realized that my wife was still wearing her lingerie.

“Um, honey, I thought, you know, that you understood I would be wearing this to bed tonight,” she said. Her body was illuminated by the beam of light from the bathroom, her nipples and bush clearly visible through her chemise.

“You said you was a joke,” I croaked, watching Richard’s face as he ogled my wife’s body. He was starting to pitch a tent in the covers again.

“She had to say that because she was afraid to admit what was really going on to the rest of the gang,” put in Ruth, sitting up in her nest. Then she noticed Richard’s tent, “Oops, look, Anne, Richard is springing a stiffy again.”

“Yes I am,” he agreed proudly, then he reached under the covers with one hand and the tent started popping up and down as he fondled himself.

“Jesus, are you jerking off while you stare at my wife’s body, Richard?” I complained.

“Can you blame me?” he asked good-naturedly. “Look at her, she’s a knockout in that outfit.”

Anne smiled at him and curtsied, “Why thank you Richard, that’s sweet.”

“It’s sweet that’s he’s jerking himself while he gawks at your exposed privates?” I cried, reaching down to adjust my own boner.

“Well, a girl does like to be appreciated,” put in Ruth primly.

“Please darling,”said my wife coming over to the cot. “Like you said, let’s not be prudes about this.” She bent over to tuck me in and she gave me a kiss.

“Oh yeah, hold that pose,” grunted Richard, fapping away madly under the covers while Ruth watched and giggled.

My wife kept her rump pointed at him and glanced back over her shoulder, giving her ass a little shake for his entertainment.

“That’s hot,” said Ruth excitedly.

“Jesus, Anne,” I complained.

“Sorry, dear,” she said, patting me on the head. Then she turned and gave me a brief view of her round ass cheeks as she lifted the covers and slipped into bed next to Richard.

“Goodnight all,” said my wife as she and Richard clung together under the covers in the middle of the bed.

“What are you two doing?” I asked suspiciously, raising up one elbow to watch what they were doing in the dim light from the bathroom.

“I’m just giving your wife a chaste peck on the cheek, is that ok?” asked Richard.

“Um, not really,” I said, feeling my gut wrench.

“Oh, please, darling,” said Anne loftily. “We are just being friendly.”

I could make out Richard’s form as he leaned up on one elbow while my wife lay on her back to receive his kiss. He didn’t bother kissing her cheek at all and just kissed her directly on the mouth. I saw the covers raise up as Richard slid his hand up and down my wife’s body while they made out. Then he started thrusting his hips back and forth and my wife broke off the kiss suddenly.

“Richard, be careful with that thing, my gosh,” she gasped.

“Is he poking you with that boner? That’s pretty friendly,” giggled Ruth, as she sat up, watching the action with interest.

“I swear I didn’t,” said Richard, rolling over on his back and putting his hands behind his neck. The bump of his hardon was clearly visible in the light from the bathroom, and it occurred to me suddenly that Richard had deliberately insisted that the light be left on so that I could see him getting it on with my wife. I didn’t know whether I should be angry or grateful for that.

My wife snuggled up against Richard’s side and I could see the covers move as she ran her hands up and down his chest and then down to his groin. She looked over to see if I was watching as the bump around Richard’s groin started moving up and down slowly. She could see that I was still leaning up and facing them but she just returned her attention to Richard and whispered something in his ear.

“Yeah, that’s good,” he groaned as groin bump continued to move up and down and up and down.

“Uh, what are you guys doing?” I asked, peevishly, pulling out my cock under my own covers and pulling on it while I watched my wife apparently giving Richard a handjob under the blankets.

“Just, you know, giving Richard a massage. He likes to be comforted before sleep,” said my wife hesitantly as the pace of her handjob increased slightly.

“You’re massaging his boner for him?” cackled Ruth, loving every minute of this.

“No, silly, I’m just rubbing his belly,” said my wife as the jerking ceased and the covers above Richard’s belly were disturbed as she rubbed Richard’s stomach.

“Wait, I thought you were each going to stay on your side of the bed,” I said,

“Well, I thought I told you dear, I tried to keep him on his side last night, but then he wrestled me into submissive,” said Anne coquettishly.

“You don’t want me to have to pin your wife down again, do you, Tim?” asked Richard.

“Of course not,” I stammered.

“Here face your husband and let me spoon you from behind,” said Richard, flipping my wife over onto her side so that she faced me.

“You gonna spoon her with that boner of yours?” asked Ruth with interest.

“Can you lay down and go to sleep, please?” asked Anne with exasperation.

“For your information, my boner has subsided. I just want to go sleep now,” said Richard as he eased himself behind my wife.

“Oh god,” she gasped, in spite of herself, biting her knuckle.

“You ok, Anne,” he asked her as he rocked her back and forth in the spoon position.

“Oh yeah, oh yeah, I’m good,” she panted.

“You know, that doesn’t look too good, you guys,” I said, squeezing my stiff cock as I watched. “I mean it looks like he’s humping you from behind.”

Richard laughed and his thrusts increased making my wfie gasp again.

“Don’t be, oh god, don’t be, um, silly, dear,” she said, struggling to maintain composure. “I mean, that’s just, ooooh, preposterous. Oh god, stop it, stop it, Richard. You are making my husband nervous.”

“Oh, I’m just teasing him a little bit,” said Richard looking over at me, but I couldn’t make out his expression since he was backlit.

“Let’s just all go to sleep now,” said my wife primly, pushing Richard away.

I lay back down reluctantly, not wanting to miss any of the action.

“Just wait, just wait,” whispered my wife quietly as she and Richard rearranged themselves.

I was drunk and exhausted and quickly dozed off even though I tried to stay awake.

Some time later I opened my eyes. It was still night time and the bed was creaking again. I shifted myself around so that I could see the bed and saw that Richard was on his back and my wife was straddling him and bouncing up and down which was making the bed creak. My cot squeaked loudly under me making me want to curse and my wife stopped and looked over toward where I lay. I doubted she could see me well in this dim light, but I closed my eyes just in case and tried to keep my breathing slow and regular.

“He’s just shifting in his sleep,” whispered Richard. “Come on,” he hissed urgently.

“Ok, ok,” agreed my wife and I flicked my eyes back open and watched as she started moving up and down on carefully on top of him. She was still partly covered by the blankets, so I couldn’t actually see him penetrating her, but it was obvious what was going on. He had his hands up the front of her chemise and and squeezing her boobs and pinching her nipples while she worked herself up and down on his cock. Anne had her head thrown back and her mouth hung in passion.

It was incredibly erotic for me to watch my wife in a state of ecstasy with another man. In fact that she suddenly became much more desirable to me and I couldn’t help jerking off while I watched sliding up and down on Richard’s rod and loving every minute of it.

“Oh you are a dirty girl,” whispered Richard with relish as he enthuastically fondled and dicked my wife. “You like taking that dick with you husband sleeping right there, don’t you baby.”

“I like your penis,” said my wife thickly, her hands were planted on his chest as she rocked back and forth on top of him.

“But you also like that Tim might see us. You like the thrill of possibly getting caught,” he insisted.

“I don’t want him to see, he might try to make us stop,” she giggled softly.

“I want him to see, I want him to watch me dicking his wife,” whispered Richard, he reached back to throw the covers down so I could see his dick sliding up into my wife. “I want him to see how I own you.”

I have to admit, I came when he said that and soiled my blankets again.

“Don’t be bad,” whimpered my wife. “Don’t, don’t, oh god, yeah, yeah, do it,” She was rocking back and forth madly now and the bed started creaking again. She soon shuddered as she reached climax.

“That’s it, that’s it,” he hissed, gripping her butt cheeks and thrusting himself up into her insistently as he came inside her.

My wife collapsed down on top of him and hurriedly pulled the blanket up over her, she looked in my direction, but I closed my eyes quickly.

“That was hot, you guys,” whispered Ruth from her little nest.

“Shut up Ruth, go back to sleep,” hissed my wife.

“I was diddling myself while I watched and it got me off,” giggled Ruth.

‘You’re welcome Ruth, now quiet down,” whispered Richard.

“I thought you didn’t care if Tim woke up,” insisted Ruth quietly.

“You say things you don’t mean in the heat of the moment,” whispered Richard. “I don’t relish getting my face punched in by an angry husband.”

No one would blame me if I did punch Richard’s face in, but the embarrassment would be too great. I don’t want everyone to know that he dicked my wife for real. Though, I guess if Ruth knew then everyone would soon enough. I would deal with that if it came up, but until then I would just take it one day at a time. This vacation would be over in a week and Richard wasn’t getting invited back next year. A little fling can be exciting, but I didn’t want Anne making a habit of it. With these thoughts, I fell asleep.

The following morning, I wasn’t woken by sunshine but by my wife’s cries of passion. I sat up blearily and looked over toward the bathroom. The door was ajar and I could see that Richard had my wife bent over the sink and was dogging her from behind while she mewled and cried out. Jesus, these two were like rabbits. I saw that Ruth had already evacuated her nest and I could smell coffee brewing downstairs.

‘Take that, take that dick,” grunted Richard forcefully, and my whimpered submissively in response.

“Anne?” I called. “Are you ok?”

Richard cursed and slammed the bathroom door. I climbed stiffly off the horrible cot and limped over to the bathroom.

“Who’s in there?” I asked, tapping. “I need to pee.”

“Uh, we’re almost done, hold on,” growled Richard. I could hear the muffled sound of his hips slapping wildly against my wife’s ass and I shook my head in disbelief. Were they really going to be this obvious.

“Oh, oh, oh,” called my wife urgently.

“Is that it, is that it?” asked Richard.

“Is what it, Richard?” I called.

“Nothing, Tim, nothing, just give us another minute, we’re done,” replied Richard as I heard them rummaging around in the bathroom.

The door opened and my wife slipped out with a towel wrapped around her head bowed in shame, and Richard followed behind her in his boxers, grinning sheepishly.

“Oh, you two were in there together?” I asked.

“We were just, you know,” said my wife gesturing helplessly. “Brushing our teeth.”

“Yeah,” I said, ducking into the bathroom and slamming the door. She looked at me and smiled hopefully as she stood there naked, preparing to put her bra on. I guess I was getting off on my wife’s infidelity with Richard. And I liked the little charade she played, showing me what she was doing, but insisting that nothing improper was happening. But it was more fun if the pretext was believable. That doggystyle tooth brushing incident this morning was going too far. I relieved myself and washed my hands and when I came out Richard was gone and my wife was getting dressed.

“Brushing your teeth together, huh?” I asked.

“It was a very, um, vigorous brushing,” she said, coming over and wrapping her arms around my neck.

“It sounded that way,” I said, toying with her breasts as my cock grew stiff.

“We got into all the crevices,” she said, looking me in the eye daringly, as she unzipped my fly.

“Uh, huh,” I said. She dropped to her knees and gave me head and I thought about how Richard had just finished blatantly fucking her just moments before and I came almost immediately.

“Ok, wow, that was a new record,” giggled my wife, climbing to her feet and wiping my cum from her forehead. “So this whole thing is, uh, working for you, I guess.”

“This thing?” I asked weakly.

“The vigorous tooth brushing, the uh, friendly belly rubs under the covers, a bit of, um, harmless wrestling now and then,” she smiled knowingly and I felt my breath catching in my throat. “It’s making you hot, for Richard and I to, you know, horse around a little.”

“I guess so, as long as it’s just a joke and doesn’t get real,” I said rubbing my head uncomfortably.

“My thoughts exactly,” she said touching my lips. She tossed her bra aside and pulled on a short dress.

“You aren’t going to wear your bra or panties?” I asked in surprise.

“Oh, no, I won’t need those. I think Richard and I going to take a little nature hike. You know, just he and I,” smile smiled at me devilishly and my spent cock started to inflate again. She pointed at my rejuvenated hardon and laughed. “Yep, this is working for us.” With that, she gave me a kiss on the lips and skipped off to go find Richard.

It was a very interesting vacation.

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