We met them at poolside at the Halekulani Hotel in Waikiki. Lydia, my lady, had just finished the newspaper and was stretched out on the chaise oilingher body in the sun, I was lying on the float besideher, when Nicole and Frank came up and asked if theycould borrow the TV listing. We’d seen them around thehotel and pool, in the restaurants and cocktail loungesbut this was the first time we talked.

Looking back on it now, it seems almost a dreamlikebeginning. In a matter of moments, we were chattinglike old friends but the conversation seemed to begoing on outside us, like a choral backdrop to the realaction that was taking place. For in retrospect I cansee that there was, almost immediately, an unspokensexual tension crackling between us.

Frank, dark and good-looking, was a well-built fellowwith a quick smile and a ready laugh. Nicole, blondeand sun-browned, was a lot of woman. It was very hardnot to stare at her in her skimpy yellow bikini withbeads of sweat atop the oiled skin of her amplebreasts. Rolling over onto my back, I gazed up herwell-formed legs to the swell of her lower belly andthe pouty mound of her pussy.

Lydia noticed my stare and gave me just a flicker of asmile; as if to tell me she knew what was going throughmy mind. We’d never done anything sexual with anyoneelse, though we’d often talked about it in intimatemoments of fantasy and it got us both very arousedindeed. So it wasn’t unusual that I felt the firststirring of an erection working against my bathingsuit. Lydia noticed that too. And so, I think, didNicole, whose eyes met mine for just a moment with alook of frank, bold curiosity.

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While our child is away visiting her grand parents my wife and I experiment with the swinger life style for the first time.

For the first time in since her birth, our daughter wasn’t at home. My parents had finally convinced me that putting her on a direct flight would be okay, and with a tearful wave at the excited six-year-old, we watched her board the plane for San Francisco and her grand parents for a two-week visit.

It was as if my husband Don had become a new man. We always have had a great sex life, a child didn’t change that, but he suddenly couldn’t get enough sex.

It started in the car on the way home from the airport, with him rubbing me through my ever-increasingly damp panties while I tried to maneuver the car. I had my first orgasm as we pulled into our driveway, and I was barely inside the front door before he ripped my panties off and shoved his stiff cock deep inside me. We fucked halfway up the stairs, in the doorway of our bedroom, on the bed, and again later in the shower. At five o’clock the next morning, he entered me from behind to start the new day. We were “normal” people. A house in the suburbs, SUV in the driveway, PTA meetings, church committees, card games with friends, that kind of things. I’m an elementary school teacher, Don’s a lawyer, and we had a great life, and we never felt as if we were missing anything. That soon changed, though. By the third night, my drive had caught up with his. Not knowing exactly where the nerve came from, I rented a porno flick and brought it home with a bottle of wine. Halfway into the bottle, I popped the movie into the VCR and watched my husband’s cock rise for the third time that night during the opening scene. He reached over and started playing with me, smearing the come from our earlier bouts all around the lips of my cunt and my clit. I just gave him a slutty smile and leaned further into the cushions of the couch, never taking my eyes off the screen. Two couples were going at it - the men fucking the women doggie-style while the women french kissed and played with each other’s tits. Watching the scene unfold in front of me, combined with my husband’s ever-talented fingers, brought me to an earth shattering orgasm. When I came back down, the wine was spilled all over the front of me and Don was staring at me with a gleam in his eye. “Does that kind of sex turn you on, Anna?” I laughed and crawled across the couch towards him. “You touching me, turns me on. Yeah.” He put a hand on my shoulder, effectively blocking me from crawling into his oh-so ready lap. “No - the movie. Does it turn you on?”

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