Story 11
Summary:
Mike and Sue, mid-twenties, married couple. They’re going away to the beach for the weekend so that they can unwind and have some fun. But they soon find a very different kind of fun to what they were looking for.
Jess and Phil, late-thirties, married couple. When they find Mike and Sue walking around their neighborhood, they invite them in. And soon enough they decide to have some fun together.
Wife swap, oral, blow jobs, sixty-nine, pussy licking, fingering, jerk off, titty sucking, titty fucking.
Mike looked out of the side window of the car as the scenery rolled past. He nodded to himself, smiling slightly.
"Looks great, doesn't it?" he heard his wife, Sue, say from the passenger seat. He turned to look at her, still with a smile on his lips.
“Sure does,” he said, and he looked her up and down as he said it, wanting her to know that he wasn’t just talking about the scenery.
“Oh, you!” she said, laughing, “I think that you need to keep your eyes on the road and your mind on your driving. Rather than thinking about...anything of that sort.”
He did as he was told, turning to look at the road ahead of him. In the distance, he could just make out the ocean, and he kept thinking that he could smell the salty scent of the sea, although he wasn't sure whether or not that was just his imagination and wishful thinking.
However, even as he did his best to focus completely on the road ahead of him, he still reached across to the passenger side with one hand and rested it on Sue’s bare knee, giving it a squeeze to let her know that he was still, in fact, thinking of her and not completely focusing on the drive.
They were both in their late twenties and had been together for about five years at this point, but she still had the ability to drive him crazy. Sometimes he would catch a glimpse of her, see the silhouette of her gorgeous body, or just look at her face when she didn't know that he was looking at her, and he would feel those passions rise to the surface. He had worried that maybe after they got married, some of those feelings might go away, but if anything they had only grown stronger. She was still as beautiful, as sexy, to him as she had always been.
“How much further is it now?” she asked him casually, acting as though she hadn’t even noticed his hand on her knee.
“Not too far,” he said, trying to sound as casual as her, “look, you can see the ocean off in the distance, and it’s a straight drive now to the hotel.”
They had both been working hard over the past few months, and they had both been starting to feel somewhat burnt out. They had also found that they had less time for one another, and this was something which they were both very keen to rectify. Their marriage was still as good as ever, but they both knew that if they didn’t work on it - if they didn’t do things regularly to keep it exciting and to keep one another interested - then things could start to come apart - little by little, without them even noticing, till it was too late.
And so, Sue had come up with the idea that they should go away on a holiday to the beach. As soon as she had suggested it, Mike had jumped at the chance. It sounded like just what they both needed.
They had found a hotel - right on the beachfront - and booked it. Then, they had both cleared their schedules, so that they wouldn’t have to worry about work. They could both just get out there, unwind, and spend some quality time with one another.
Mike smiled to himself as he thought about it. He’d been looking forward to it as soon as they had booked it. And, he thought to himself as he glanced across at Sue’s legs, he was looking forward to seeing his wife back in a bikini once again.
As he turned his attention back to the road, he couldn’t help but wish that she’d reach across and start massaging his crotch. He thought about her getting him hard, purring with delight as she felt his cock stiffening beneath her expert touch.
Even sitting here now, doing his best to focus on the road, he could feel his cock stirring in his pants just at the thought of it.
He thought about her undoing his pants and getting his cock out. He’d keep watching the road as she jerked him off, and then she’d bend down to his cock, taking it in her mouth and sucking on it. He thought about reaching down with one hand to stroke her hair, maybe to push her mouth further down on his cock, making her take it all in her mouth.
He thought about pushing one of his hands down the front of her dress, grabbing one of her large breasts, and giving it a squeeze.
Maybe he'd let her keep sucking his cock till he came into her mouth.
Or, maybe he’d find somewhere that they could pull over.
He’d park the car with a screech, and then he’d push his seat back.
She’d look at him excitedly, and she’d push her panties down before climbing on top of him, guiding his cock into her wet pussy, and riding him till he came inside her.
Sure, there was always the chance that someone might spot them out here, that some hiker or random person might see their car and wonder what was going on - might wonder about the cries of pleasure that were coming from it, and why it was rocking back and forth - but wasn’t that part of the excitement? The risk of getting caught - that was something that would add a little bit of spice to what they were doing. And maybe whoever it was that spotted them would just stop and watch, maybe they’d get excited in their own turn. Somehow, that idea only managed to turn him on even more.
His hand began to slide up Sue’s toned leg as he thought about it. Maybe he could get something going here after all. Maybe they could have some fun on the road before they arrived at their destination.
However, his plans were dashed in an instant. As his hand slid up beneath her skirt, she grabbed hold of it and pulled it back out, pushing it back over to him.
"That's enough of that," she said, "just you make sure that you get us where we're going in one piece. I won't have you crashing the car and ruining our holiday because you've got no self-control!"
He could hear the mocking tone in her voice, and he looked over to see the little grin on her lips. She was teasing him, building the anticipation for when they finally arrived.
She had always known just how to turn him on. As he continued driving, he thought back to how they had first met.
It had been a blind date that a couple of mutual friends had arranged. He had been reluctant, and he later found out that she had been just as reluctant as him.
Nevertheless, he had agreed after much persuasion - and with hindsight, he was very glad that he had.
He had put some effort into getting ready, and he checked himself out in the mirror before he headed out.
He was tall, and tanned, with short, dark brown hair, a strong jawline, and handsome features. He worked out regularly, and he had a toned, athletic, build with broad shoulders.
As he checked himself out one more time before leaving, he nodded at his reflection. He looked good, there was no denying it.
He had arrived at the restaurant with no idea what to expect. His friends had refused to divulge any information except that his date’s name was Sue.
When he had arrived, and had been shown to the table, she had already been there - and he had been stunned as soon as he had seen her.
She was tall, slim, with incredible, long, toned, legs. She was wearing a tight, black, dress that showed off the curve of her hips and seemed to push her large breasts up, with plenty of them on display, almost threatening to spill out of her dress. He did his best not to stare at them.
She had deeply tanned skin, thick, long, dark-brown hair, green eyes, and a beautiful, oval, face with a small nose and full, sensual, lips.
He had walked into the restaurant feeling full of confidence, but for a moment then his confidence seemed to elude him.
However, by the time they had made their introductions, he felt as though it was coming back to him.
They seemed to click straight away, and the way that she looked at him told him that the attraction that he was feeling was mutual. He wanted her - and he was starting to feel sure that she wanted him as well.
As dinner drew to an end, he was starting to wonder what his next move should be. Should he order her a cab, tell her that he had a wonderful time and that he wanted to do it again, and then wait a couple of days to call her? He knew that if he did that then the wait to call her would be agony. No, he wanted to make his move now. And, luckily for him, she was waiting for him to do just that as well.
"I don't suppose you'd like to come back to my place for a nightcap?" he asked her, trying his best to sound as casual as he possibly could.
Her eyes had sparkled then, and he saw the corners of her mouth turn up in a slight smile.
“I thought you’d never ask,” she said. They looked at one another and then laughed slightly to break the tension.
They both knew exactly where this was going, of course.
He had felt impatient in the cab back to his place. He felt as though they were getting stuck at every red light in the city, behind every slow driver.
He tapped his foot, trying to keep his agitation under control.
Then, at last, they had been there.
They had rushed up to his apartment, and as soon as he closed the door she had grabbed hold of him, kissing him. He had kissed her back, grabbing hold of her waist, and pushing her back to his bedroom.
As soon as they were there, he began hurriedly undoing his shirt, pulling at it and seeing a couple of buttons fly across the room. He didn’t care - he was in a hurry now, and nothing was going to slow him down.
She flicked her hair to one side and reached behind her back.
He watched as she undid her dress, letting it drop to the floor.
His mouth dropped open. He saw her gorgeous body - her full, ripe, breasts, her taut stomach, her incredible legs - and he wanted her more than ever.