Sweet Wife On Vacation:>EP6
“Wasn’t that sort of weird that you and Olivia were sitting together and Ken and I wound up sitting together?”
“Yeah,” I said carefully, “that was kind of funny.”
“I mean, we weren’t doing anything wrong, right? Neither one of us.”
“Nope. Just hanging out in the hot tub.”
“Was Olivia feeling okay? It looked like you were holding her hand under the water.”
“I think that something about the crowd and dinner was unsettling to her.”
“I was worried earlier that she was mad at me for monopolizing Ken so much.”
She was more worried about herself. “I don’t know why you would think that. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Well, it’s just that Ken seemed to be checking me out quite a bit, especially when we were going and getting drinks. And when we sat back down, he had his hand on my thigh. But I guess they are probably just friendly people.”
“I thought tonight was great, and I hope you enjoyed the attention. Even if it was drifting into flirting a little, all of us were together and everyone seemed to be having a good time. I don’t think anyone meant any harm.”
“No, I guess you are probably right. I probably shouldn’t have chased them off. I don’t know what made me think those things.”Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.
“It’s okay. They’re great folks. There was nothing sexual about it.” I probably didn’t need to add that part, especially since at least on my end it was a lie, and there is no way that Ken wasn’t starting to have inappropriate thoughts about Jennifer. But it was the type of statement that no one was going to have any way to verify, so I said it to make her feel better.
I was pretty good with all of the harmless fun during the evening that had followed up the excitement of the afternoon’s massage. But it didn’t look like I was going to get lucky tonight unless something radically changed.
And then we heard them. It wasn’t quite like they were in the same room as us, but the walls were obviously pretty thin. At first it was just quiet bed movement and some tell-tale moans. I didn’t say anything to Jennifer as I worried it would give her a chance to say that we shouldn’t be listening. But I did hold her hand just a little tighter. As it turns out, Jennifer was smiling and everything was good.
Jennifer even volunteered, “That’s sort of sweet, they are having sex. They must have enjoyed the night with us also.”
I couldn’t resist pulling on this thread a bit. “Well, I’m guessing that Ken saw enough of your body tonight that he probably ripped Olivia’s clothes off her as soon as they hit the room.”
“What? Oh, please. Olivia is gorgeous and younger than me. You are just a lecherous old man and think Ken is too,” she joked.
But then we started hearing them talk. As they started fucking harder, the bed was moving harder and it was a lot easier to hear them.
“Oh God, Ken, that is so fucking good. It’s been forever since you took me like this.” Olivia did not sound like nice Olivia. She sounded like a bad girl, and I was getting hard fast. The whole thing was so hot. “I bet it was Jennifer that got you so worked up, wasn’t it?
Jennifer froze up. Holy freaking shit, did Olivia just say that? We probably shouldn’t be listening to this, but I was hard as a rock. I was listening to the woman that had spent the evening getting me hard, and now she was getting drilled by her husband and bringing up my wife? Oh, man.
They continued to pound hard, and the moans and the slamming bed sounds were getting to be too much for me. I pulled down Jennifer’s panties and climbed on top of her in an instant. I’m a nice guy, but this wasn’t the time to ask politely. After years of fucking this woman, I knew exactly where I was going and drove my dick home hard and fast.
She didn’t tell me to stop, she didn’t ask what the hell I was doing, she just said, “Shhh….” I got the hint and started fucking her with long, slow strokes.
Ken and Olivia were increasing the pace, but Olivia wanted more. Evidently I wasn’t the only one getting off a little on their spouse getting off with someone else.
“Oh God, Ken… Just fucking say it. Say it. Say it was Jennifer. You know she looks hot. She’s sweet but she’s one of those women that are totally fuckable. She looks fuckable, and you heard them this morning.”
The moment of truth. Was this conversation going to bother Jennifer?
She was moving under me with her hips with mine to make things go faster, which was not like her. But she was sloppy wet, and was starting to make noises of her own.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m getting so close, Ken. I bet they’re fucking right next to us. Jennifer is probably on her back with her tits bouncing around like a total slut… so fucking hot. I saw her this morning through the window, and she was taking it like a tramp. Oh God, he was drilling her… so fucking good.”
I don’t know when they started fucking, but this was getting to be too much for me already, even having emptied my balls all over Jennifer earlier in the afternoon. Jennifer said loudly, “Don’t stop… don’t stop… don’t stop…” as she neared the edge.
And then, as if we needed any help, Ken finally blurted out, “Yeah, Jennifer. Take my dick! Take my dick, you little slut!” This put Olivia over the edge and she started screaming incoherently. “Yeah, come on my cock, Jennifer, and I’ll come in your pussy like all you teasing sluts deserve! I’ll fill you up. Oh God, oh God…” – at which point he let out a long series of grunts and clearly emptied into Olivia.
But more importantly, listening to Ken talking about fucking Jennifer hard sent Jennifer way over the edge. She had her head to the side, and I don’t know if she was ashamed or just flailing about as she was coming, but she had a look on her face like I had never seen before. She was making this loud mewling noise that was unbelievably hot and unrestrained as she unabashedly came and came in a very non-Jennifer fashion. That put me over the edge of course, and I watched her thrash while I pumped a load into her that matched her orgasm.
We collapsed together, catching our breath and enjoying the fact that a couple of nice, polite middle-aged people like ourselves had just done some world-class fucking. As we cooled down, I was expecting Jennifer to go back into embarrassed, good-girl mode, but instead she just kept the smile on her face as we slowly drifted off. Not long before we both fell asleep, I heard her say softly, “Can you believe that people actually think I’m some sort of tramp to get off to?”
Was this my wife?
*****
We slept great, thanks to the sex, and woke up relatively late the next morning. We didn’t go down for breakfast and instead just hung out in bed watching people fix up homes on TV. We didn’t have cable at home so my wife considered what were fairly mediocre home renovation shows to be a bit of a fun treat. I think she might have been a little nervous about facing Ken and Olivia after the dueling sex business the previous night, but if she was uncomfortable, she didn’t show it at all. It was a little surprising to see her let loose like she did yesterday, but it was wonderful to not see too much of the guilt afterwards. That had always been one of her sticking points. After being even a little bit of a bad girl, she’d have a guilt trip afterwards. But now, things seemed to be building on each other. I was determined to keep the momentum going.
The day was looking a little cloudy, but still warm. I had wanted to hit the beach to swim and be outside a little more as long as we were in paradise, but Jennifer wasn’t really one for sunbathing or swimming. Much of that was because of the sun, and years of medical school had caused her to fear being out in the sun too long. I managed to convince her to hang out at the beach since it was cloudy, and mentioned that I’d go back and grab some lunch if she got hungry. She had a book that she had hoped to read while on break and that sealed the deal.
The part of the beach associated with the resort was relatively small. There was a decent crowd there so people were situated closer to each other than we were expecting. Since it was early, we had no trouble finding a couple of chairs though. People were just starting to fill in the spaces.