WARNING, SEXUALLY EXPLICIT MATERIAL!                           ADULTS ONLY!

VACATIONERS 2  (in which Deby discovered new and unexpected female needs on 
                approaching the prime of her life.)

by Ozman (c) 2000

  After Robbie left for work with Norman I decided to leave the hotel suite 
in case Ronnie decided to visit me.  I just didn't think I could manage her 
after watching  my husband's eyes following her every movement with purest, 
avid lust during the previous evening at dinner, adding to my normally high 
sense of insecurity, so I went looking for the beach for a bit of solitude.

  I'd resolved to overcome my sexual hesitancy in giving Robbie the kind of 
honeymoon he'd always yearned for so, as I went past a pharmacy with a sign 
advertising ear-piercing, I stopped by to have a golden trainer stud popped 
through each lobe by a lady who was so efficient that I didn't realize that 
she'd finished until she asked for the money.  Robbie had bought me several 
earrings by way of hints, but having been brought up to see ear piercing as 
being common, Catholic and Mediterranean, I didn't comply with his desires.

  At the end of the town beachfront I discovered an area where both men and 
women wore only very  minimal bathing costumes in the form  of g-strings or 
'thongs'. The women seemed unconcerned that the world could see their bare, 
tanned bosoms; bathing and playing ball or frisbee without embarrassment in 
view of so many men.  I took a dip in my modest one-piece swimsuit then lay 
on my towel to sun my back with my bathers pulled down to my waist.  In due 
course I noticed a young man looking at me and, I've no idea what came over 
me, rolled on to my back to expose my bare bosom. 

  A few minutes later he came across and I allowed him a good look before I 
jumped and appeared to be startled at his presence and pulled up my bathers 
to cover myself. He seemed unfazed as he propositioned me in the most basic 
terms,  before making the offer of his spouse for mine as a foursome when I 
declined,  appearing extremely put out when I rejected any manner of sexual 
contact with either he or his wife. 

  'God, what have I done?'  I thought in a panic, cringing inwardly while I 
resolved never to uncover my boobs in public again.  It was clearly my lewd 
behaviour that had caused my discomfiture; His way of warning me.

  I spent the rest of that unhappy day in the suite, ignoring knocks on the 
door and the ringing telephone,  but on a stroll around town that evening I 
was appalled to be greeted by the rude man and his wife,  then horrified to 
hear my husband tell me that swinging love was a popular passtime among the 
locals and that he wouldn't be averse to trying it with Ronnie and Norm who 
practised it. 

  I then found my holiday environment to be marriage-threatening instead of 
the happy idyll that I'd imagined it would be.  It suddenly seemed that the 
apparently popular local cultural activity had a real potential to wreck my 
matrimonial bliss if Robbie  was persuaded to sample some sexual favours of 
loose and uninhibited lovers who would be on the lookout for any new talent 
in town.  I was certain that he'd be able to discern the  vast gulf between 
my performance in sex and that of more experienced and sexually adventurous 
women.  How could I compete with Veronica who, in spite of being twenty-odd 
years my senior, was no old boiler, but a very sexy lady. She wouldn't need 
to try too hard at all if she really wanted Robbie; I could see how much he 
desired her since finding out just how available she was.

  My immediate thought  was to leave for home,  but Rob couldn't go with me 
and it meant leaving him to the mercy of all those predatory and adulterous 
females.  I had to stay, I realized, but would have to keep a tight rein on 
him and  make the effort to satisfy all his physical needs.  Funnily enough 
this seemed much more attractive than it ever had until then and I realized 
that I felt no guilt at our recent, less-than-restrained sexual bouts.

  There was a knock at the door  which interrupted my thoughts as the major 
source of my concern dropped in to take me to the shops.  I was swept along 
by Ronnie  who showed me the best stores and places  of historical interest 
around the town,  apparently unconcerned at my reticence until we'd stopped 
for lunch at a restaurant where she seemed to be a favourite customer.

  "What is it Deby?" she enquired gently. "You seem to be out of sorts? You 
and Rob had a fight or something?"

  "It's not that. It's nothing really."

  "Share it with me. I'm a good listener and I don't gossip, promise."

  I thought silently for a long moment.

  "Rob says that wife-swapping is full-on here and I'm sure he wants to try 
it," I suddenly blurted out to her.

  "And?"

  "I really couldn't do anything like that and I'm scared that he'll go off 
with someone else if they're better in bed than me."

  "I haven't seen that happen."

  "Never?"

  "No. I know of two couples who made a reciprocal exchange of spouses, but 
that was after ten years of free-loving. It was all very civilized."

  "You do it?"

  "Yes."

  "Why."

  "Well, because I can and I do enjoy the change. It's good for one's self-
image to be desirable at my age. I like all the friends I do it with, males 
and females, while Norman enjoys it too. We have a real committment to each 
other; married thirty-one years and a couple for thirty-two, that's forever. 
I really can't imagine waking in the morning without him beside me, 'though 
it has happened."

  "You're not jealous?"

  "No, because it's a mutual thing. I really do like our female friends and 
all our men have fairly similar interests; as well as shagging us all quite
regularly, I mean.  Norm's biggest turn on is still watching me receiving a 
vigourous rogering at the hands of another bloke."

  "Do you fancy Robbie?"

  "'Course."

  "I know he fancies you."

  "Men are pretty obvious, aren't they?"

  I nodded and laughed lightly, beginning to enjoy her company.

  "It's good to see you laugh," she told me sincerely. "I'd really like you 
to enjoy yourself here and take some happy memories home with you.  There's 
no pressure to join our games if you're not comfortable with the idea,  but 
you're welcome if you get the urge."

  "I don't think so, but thanks for asking."

  "And Rob's safe from me 'til you give me the nod. Mind you, I can't speak 
for any other of the girls he might meet."  

  I blushed hotly as I realized she was empowering  me with the decision as 
to how Rob  behaved in the immediate future and that it  was one that could 
change our relationship irrevocably, whatever I decided.

  "So how did you get involved in swinging?"  I asked Ronnie later, feeling 
more relaxed as we motored out of the town precincts.

  "Oh it was quite a spontaneous thing really, although we had had the talk 
most couples seem to have, you know, the one where he suggests trying nooky 
with other couples,  she says 'no-way' and the whole thing is left hanging. 
I did think about it, but mainly from the point of view of sexual a fantasy 
over sex with several of our male friends,  but I didn't let on to Norm and 
he did not really pursue the matter.  Our love life was pretty active, even 
after the kids came along, although there was certainly a lack of new stuff 
to try out.

  Then my schooldays' best friend came back to town to live and we took she 
and her hubby out on our boat for a long weekend. We took to swimming 'sans 
knickers' in the secluded bays and, with a goodly supply of gargle to lower 
our inhibitions,  we soon developed a fairly  intimate atmosphere around us 
and made love in the same bed, right next to each other, on the first night. 
On the following day  we were all constantly horny and Pauline and I agreed 
to make ourselves available for shagging each time our guy got an erection. 
As soon as one couple got into it the other pair became aroused and we were 
all at it again in a vicious circle of sex, all day. It was so obvious that 
the guys were most aroused  by the sight of the other's wife in fucking and 
Pauline was displaying more than a seemly  interest in Norm's rather larger 
tool because she asked how it felt inside me.  As it was the only penis I'd 
known until then I had no basis for comparison, but Bill overheard our chat 
and offered to give me a taste of his cock in action.  Pauline dared me, as 
did Norm, while I dared them in return and it all led to an amicable change 
of spouses. Once the ice was broken a new and loving relationship developed 
between  all four of us over subsequent years and  we've quite considerably 
expanded our circle of friends since then."

  "No regrets then?"

  "None at all.  I know there are people who see me as a harlot,  but I bet 
they're not getting as much fun from life as I am.  Anyhow, I like the idea 
of being dissapproved of by the wowsers of the world."

  "You're not afraid of social diseases?"                

  "Not with the other married couples. We've avoided contact with people we 
haven't liked the look of or the way they've spoken of sex. Our group is of 
just ordinary folks who are careful about healthy relationships with others 
they like socially, as well as in a more personal way.  It doesn't make any 
sense otherwise."

  "I can see that."

  I felt quite differently about Ronnie then, realizing that I actually had 
nothing to fear from her and I'd guessed that she'd told me the whole truth 
about her sex life. It certainly had the ring of truth to it and she'd made 
me feel that I could rely on her for any help in the future.  While I still 
couldn't see swinging as a pastime for me,  it no longer concerned me to be 
associated with one who indulged.

  We turned off the black top road and traveled along an unmade track until 
we emerged from the trees at a beach of whitest sand and clear water. There 
weren't any swimmers nearby and the coconut palms  made it the paradise I'd 
envisaged before leaving home. Ronnie took her shoulder bag and led the way 
to a shady spot at the high-water mark where she stripped nude.

  "Coming in?" asked Ronnie.

  "I've never swum nuddy," I gulped as I noticed people arriving further up 
the beach.

  "There's a cozzie inside my bag if you want it," she called back over her 
shoulder as she trotted down to the water's edge  with her tanned bosom and 
brown buttocks bobbing and jiggling freely. She was deeply tanned all over, 
whereas my tan was the golden variety from short spells in a solarium.

  I was relieved at the offer of a swimming costume until I delved into the 
bag and found a frilly, gold g-string of stretch lycra that would leave the 
wearer as good as nude, but nothing more.  The new arrivals were displaying 
areas of pale skin in bathing nude for the first time and so, badly wanting 
to swim, pulled my panties down and donned the scanty golden garment before 
taking off my sundress and brassiere. With my arms folded over my breasts I 
ran into the ocean to join Veronica and delight in the lovely sensations of 
real freedom imparted by moving seawater on my bare body.  

  "Good?" asked Ronnie.

  "Lovely," I replied enthusiastically. "Sensual actually."

  "We'll make a hedonist of you yet," she chuckled kindly.

  I smiled self-consciously on comprehending that I was profoundly enjoying 
something that would have been just unthinkable as recently as that morning. 
Ronnie had lured me into it with art and sensitivity  which gave me an even 
greater respect for her because she was what she was, honest and open about 
her views, without pretentions,  unlike many wealthy people I'd met through 
my sporting career. I wished I could be that way with Rob, especially after 
his attempt to communicate with me what he'd like to try while we're so far 
from home and being unable to suggest swinging due to my prudishness. I was 
surprised to find that my visualizing Rob screwing with Ronnie didn't cause 
real jealousy or feel like grounds to end our  marriage,  although I wasn't  
ready to sanction it immediately.

  "So how many men have you.....you know, made love with?" I asked shyly.

  "Oh, it's at least sixty now, perhaps even seventy.  I'd have to count my 
holes," she smiled,  pulling her hair back from her ears to reveal a lot of 
rings and studs right around the outer edges of each.  "I get another after 
the first time with every new bloke I enjoy a nooky with.  I've got them in 
my belly-button, soft lips of my quim and my nose, but I dont wear them all 
the time, just special occasions."

  "Rob wants me to have my ears pierced,  but my mum always said it was too 
common, like tattoos."

  "Sounds like my mother. She said they're only for 'wogs' or the peasantry 
of the world and would be quite appalled at all my tatts and rings,  but it 
turns Norm right on."

  "You've got tattoos too?"

  "Just the one," she grinned, turning to display a multi-colored, stylized 
butterfly on one broad buttock.

  The foursome who'd been noisily frolicking in the sea were suddenly quiet
as Ronnie indicated in their direction with a nod.

  "Now that's a lovely way to spend an afternoon," she murmured wistfully.
  
  I looked around to see all four close together as the jerking, nodding of 
their heads made it prettly obvious that they were doing a little more than 
holding hands beneath the water.

  "Oh!" I squeaked with blushing realization and my hand flew to my mouth. 
"Oh, they're doing it."          

  "Not an uncommon sight around here," Ronnie laughed lightly. "You want to 
get Rob up here and give it a whirl."    

  My initial reaction was to dismiss the suggestion, but a moment's thought 
changed my mind as I imagined an intimate, loving interlude in the warm sea 
with Rob. It caused me a glow that I didn't immediately recognize as sexual 
desire for a physical encounter with a man;  not any particular male person 
I realized with surprise, just a man.  I shook the thought from my mind and 
followed Ronnie back up the beach to lie on my towel in the shade of a huge 
tree, feeling more-than-a-little uncomfortable at being both nude and horny 
in public and desiring to get home to the hotel.  The only method I knew to 
ease my need was to diddle my clitty,  an activity which caused me enormous 
guilt and which I'd never revealed to Robbie as the objects of my fantasies 
were always other men from the silver screen. I'd never really considered a 
possibility of realizing my fantasies until that moment because the concept 
still seemed too embarrassing to contemplate,  but if I did ever stray from 
the chaste path I could never admit it to Rob after my having previously so 
adamantly opposed the matter.

  To my horror we were joined by two  other couples and I rolled over on to 
my front in an attempt to hide my largish bosom from view.  Vern and Evelyn 
were our hosts at the hotel and old friends of Norman and Ronnie while Mark 
and Lisa were visitors like me.  As Eve and the two guys stripped off I saw 
that she too had a butterfly tattoo on her bum and gold studs in her navel.
Lisa made no move to undress and sat beside me as the rest went to swim. In 
a very short time it became obvious that all of them were engaged in sexual 
congress in the sea;  Evelyn and Mark pairing off after Vern and Ronnie got 
something straight between them.  

  "Are you into swinging too?" Lisa enquired shyly.

  "No!" I told her firmly.

  "Me neither, yet anyway."

  "But you want to?"

  "I don't know really. We talked about it all last night and I agreed that 
he could do it if he wanted, but I'm still really hesitant."

  "It's all new to me too.  The idea of getting another man's member inside 
scares me to death, but the thought of it excites me too."

  "Funny isn't it. You daydream about other guys, but when your opportunity 
comes around you're scared. I'm just so randy I could burst, but just can't 
let myself go and just do it with a lot of people about, even if they do it 
too."

  We remained quite silent for a time, each of us deep in thought about the 
possibilities confronting us. Soon the others returned in a mood of jocular 
excitement, the mens' penises swinging slackly and the ladies' vulvas puffy 
and reddish from where I lay on the sand.  Eve's crotch had been completely 
depilated  except for a circle of fur on her mound while Ronnie's vulva was 
surrounded by a thin elipse of similarly fine fur. Eve was truly statuesque 
with huge, natural breasts, broad hips and a fit, tanned-all-over body like 
Ronnie's.

  "Not going in, love," Mark asked Lisa.

  She gave  me an enquiring look and I nodded before she got up to unbutton 
her sundress to reveal a tall, pale, slender body clad in an turquoise blue 
bikini. I stood up to reveal my bosom to all present and she hesitated only 
momentarily before untying her bra to bare her lovely tits with big nipples 
and swollen areolae, covering them with an arm as we strolled down the sand 
and waded out to chest deep water.  Like me she found the sensation of nude 
bathing to be extremely  sensual and quickly discarded her briefs and threw
them to the beach.

  Neither of us were in any hurry to leave the water and display our charms 
to the rest, but were eventually joined by the two blokes. I hadn't noticed 
Ronnie and Eve dressing and was in something of a panic on seeing their two 
vehicles heading back up the track again. Vern reassured me that everything 
was under control, but the minibus was required back in town for some early 
arrivals at the pub. Ronnie would be back to pick us up, in due course.
   
  Vernon became attentive to Lisa who then appeared rather more inclined to 
accept his advances, allowing him to fondle her breasts and putting her arm 
about his shoulders when he reached down to explore the more intimate areas 
of her anatomy.

  "Oooooh you are excited," she whispered excitedly, having obviously found 
his cock with her hand. "Did I cause all that?"

  "Of course," he chuckled. "He wants to make friends with the furry little 
thing here."

  Her whole person jerked as his finger thrilled her, then fixed him with a 
long, serious look before glancing at Mark  who grinned self-consciously as 
she led Vern out of the water.  She salaciously wiggled her wide, pale, but 
lovely bottom as they walked to the rocks which marked the end of the beach.

  "She's going to do it," breathed Mark.

  "How do you feel about that?"

  He took my hand and folded my fingers around his erect cock. "Like this," 
he whispered excitedly.

  I gripped his hard dick for only a moment, out of curiosity, then quickly 
pulled my hand away on realizing what I was doing.

  "You don't like it?" he asked disconsolately.

  "I can't," I told him regretfully. "It's not you Mark, but I've only just 
found out about swinging and haven't got used to the idea."

  "You might try it then, later?"

  "I wouldn't hold my breath waiting if I were you."

  "Well if you won't make love with me, how about giving me hand-relief?"

  "No!"

  "Go on?"

  "No."

  "Please.  I'm really desperate imagining what Lisa's getting into herself 
around the corner there. Pretty please?"

  I looked at his pleading face as I'd often looked at Robbie's in the past, 
a nice face, and felt his need for a female body. My own sexual desire was, 
unusually, growing inexorably, although I was sure I could wait until I got 
back to the hotel for relief.

  "Please?" he begged again. "I won't tell anyone if you do, I promise."

  My inhibitions had been lowered slightly by the few glasses of wine which
I'd consumed and I took pity on him.

  "Okay, but only with my hand," I agreed,  wishing almost instantly that I 
hadn't spoken. 

  Having then made the commitment I grasped his organ and rubbed it gently, 
enjoying the knowledge that I was giving pleasure when he sighed and rolled 
his hips. He moved behind me with hands on my shoulders to make it a little
easier to slide my hand along the entire length of his shaft, then began to 
fondle my boobs.  When I didn't protest he slid his hand down my flat belly 
and under the waist elastic of my g-string to cup my pussy.

  "No!" I told him firmly and pulled his hand away from my tingling cunt.

  We continued as before,  but after a few minutes he stopped thrusting his 
hips.  "It's no good, I'm not going to spoof like this," he groaned. "Can I 
put it between your thighs, you squeeze them together hard?"

  I was initially doubtful about this proposition,  but if I kept my thighs 
close together I had nothing to fear from him.  He got right behind me as I 
clamped my knees tightly to provide his sliding prick with friction against
the smooth flesh of my inner thighs, gripping my waist firmly as he lustily 
thrust his hips to my rear. I thrilled sensually as he tweaked and twiddled 
my nipples again and made no complaint as his eager hand found my pussy for 
the second time. I thought I'd allow him to have a little longer down there, 
but when his finger pressed my swollen pearl I decided to enjoy it for just 
a moment longer before pulling his hand out.

  I really felt quite strange in that I'd relaxed my normal moral behaviour 
to a point below which I'd have been comfortable with even Rob and was then
enjoying the power which I also had over Mark's desire for me as a sexually 
attractive object for his lust. I had begun to feel somewhat matronly since 
having my children and thought that men preferred nubile, adolescent bodies 
as their fantasy figures; never ever suspecting an interest in fuller, more 
mature women as their partners in sinful sex.  All I had to do, I knew, was 
give the nod to fill his need for me and my passion pouch with his grateful 
dick. A sense of inevitability took a grip on my consciousness as I quickly
resolved to tell Robbie that it would be fine by me if he wanted to have it 
off with Ronnie; my resolve to remain chaste severely tested by Mark's busy 
fingers on my most intimate part. I was so near to yielding that I knew I'd 
have to be very careful not to find myself in that position in the future.

  As things transpired I had little say in my fate. Mark, who had cunningly 
planned his move on me, lifting my feet from the sand while parting my legs 
using his knees,  bent me forward from the waist and cupping a hand over my 
vulva to direct his stiff penis upward and into my juicy vagina. I wriggled 
and writhed in his strong grasp, making suitable sounds of outrage, without 
actually ridding my pouch of his uninvited cock which slid so easily in and 
out of me.   

  "Let me turn around," I gasped, "I'm going to drown like this."

  He relaxed his grip and I kicked away from him to remain beyond his reach.

  "What are you doing?" he groaned. "I thought you were ready for it."

  "You raped me, you bastard!" I spat the word for the first time ever.

  "Is that what you really think?"

  "You took advantage of me."

  "I did and I'm truly sorry Deby, but you seemed so horny and ready in the 
way you were moving."
  
  "Well it's not surprising with what you were doing to me."

  "I thought you liked it," he mumbled lamely. "Didn't you?"

  "Yes," I admitted, "but I didn't want to go all the way, not with a total 
stranger."

  "You can't say we're strangers now then."

  "True," I winced.

  I think he suddenly comprehended my true feelings about what he'd done to 
me and felt afraid of any consequences.

  "Please don't hate me? I really thought you were just playing with me and 
eventually give in and let me. Please don't tell Lisa or anybody else about 
it, please? I'll never even mention sex to you again, I promise."

  I was in somewhat of a bind as I couldn't just walk away from him because 
the others would pick up on the tension between us and I did not want to be 
seen as a wowser. Besides, I wasn't too sure as to what kind of signals I'd 
sent in agreeing to wank him off and his brief intromission hadn't been the 
'fate-worse-than-death' experience that I'd been warned about at our church 
youth club. It had been too quick to be pleasurable, but it wasn't the sort 
of thing that would leave me emotionally scarred or traumatized for life.

  "Okay, you're forgiven," I told him. "Tell me about you and Lisa."

  "Well, I'm her second hubby, she's seven years older than me and she used 
to be my sunday school teacher, believe it or not.  Her first husband was a 
beater so she left him and I persisted 'til she took me seriously, not just 
seeing me as the kid who's been infatuated with her since he was at primary 
school. We were both sexually repressed and have made every effort to try a
lot of new stuff until swinging became the next thing on the list.  She was 
fairly reluctant about it until just now, but seems to have shed all of her
misgivings because she  was really hot to trot with Vern when they went off 
to get it on."

  "Do you want to watch her with another guy?" I asked him hesitantly.

  "Oh yes! That's my favourite fantasy."

  "Why?"

  "Dunno really. I reckon its got something to do with me wanting her to be 
more than just a housewife and my sexually exclusive property.  The concept 
of her being sinful and sharing her loving favours around appeals to me, as 
well as the opportunity for me to sample other ladies wares of course."

  "So how were Eve's wares?"

  "Oh great!" he enthused. "She showed me things I didn't know ladies could 
do with their pussies."

  "Like what?"

  "Tightening her vagina on my prick. I mean really tighten it, like having 
my dick in a length of bike tube!"

  "You don't think you'd be tempted to leave her for an even more liberated 
woman?"

  "Never!" he cried, sounding almost offended at my suggestion. "There will 
never be anyone else for me. Our relationship is going to evolve, but she's 
the eternal love of my life; always has been."

  "Even after she's been with a lot of men?"

  "Especially then, a woman of the world."

  "That's what my husband says too, but I find it a bit hard to accept."

  "Believe it Deby. He's past wanting a shy little woman to make a home and 
have the kids. Now he wants an exciting lady as his partner in sin, a sexy,
liberated woman who knows what she likes and gets it."

  "You accept that, totally?"

  "Well it seems to have worked for Vern and Eve and their friends, I think 
I do."

  "So they say."

  "You're unconvinced?"

  "I s'pose I'm envious really. They enjoy a lifestyle that thumbs its nose 
at convention and the usual rules of society that we all obey. It seems too 
good to be so, without a downside. Mind you, I think I've been ignoring the 
obvious for some time now and do know someone who's been into it and I just 
haven't believed her."

  "I've begun to think about staying up here,  if Lisa tells me she's had a 
good experience with it. I just don't want to go back now. It'll be hard to  
start a new career, but worth it."

  "Seriously?"

  "Yep. All I have to do is convince Lisa, but I think she's ready to try a 
new lifestyle now."

  "I'd say she's doing that as we speak," I chuckled lewdly.

  "Oh Jesus! Please don't remind me," he groaned. "I was trying to lose all
this horny tension."

  "Over Lisa sampling the forbidden fruit with Vernon or do you still fancy 
me for a bit of physical relief?"

  "Don't tease Deby, please!" he begged.  "I really am sorry about my crude 
presumtion of your availability, but you're being unfair now."

  "I'm not teasing,"  I breathed in reassurance as I slid up behind him and 
flattened my soft breasts against his muscular back before reaching down to 
grasp his stiff tool.

  "Sure?"

  "Yes."

  "What changed your mind?"

  "I don't know,  but don't make me rationalize it because I might suddenly 
see things differently.  Let's just say that I'm surprised I feel this way. 
I now want to try it as I have the opportunity to do that without any other 
person knowing about it. That's the condition, you mention it to absolutely 
nobody, agreed?"

  "Absolutely!"

  I released my hold on him and pushed my g-string down my legs and hung it 
about my neck. We came together in a comfortable embrace where I could feel 
him trembling as violently as I at the prospect of a first sexual dalliance 
with an attractive stranger, he grasping my buttocks as I slid my arms high 
up around his neck and kissed him deeply with my busily probing tongue.  He 
lifted and I raised my legs to encircle his body as I reached down below my 
bottom to guide his hard cock to my furry quim. We sighed hotly as his knob 
made contact with my vulvar cleft and gasped joyfully as it parted my plump 
labia to slide his whole shaft inside me with voluptuous ease.

  "Feels familiar," I giggled salaciously.

  "Feels gorgeous."

  He made his cock pulsate by tightening and relaxing his sphincter muscles 
and persuaded me to emulate his action. I tentatively did so and found that 
I could clamp my sheath on his cock to reciprocate his movement. 

  "You feel so nice," he told me quietly. "You've got a hard body like Eve. 
Lisa's is rather soft."

  "I feel really bad."

  He looked momentarily alarmed.

  "I mean bad as in naughty or wicked," I reassured him. "This is as sinful 
as I've ever been."

  "Naughty but nice," he grinned.

  "It is actually," I murmured dreamily, leaning back to the fullest extent 
of my arms to gently roll my hips against his.     

  "Look Deby, your tits are floating."

  Under normal circumstances I would have been rather put out at my breasts 
being described as 'tits';  I'd developed breasts at the age of ten and was 
already forty-plus at twelve despite strenuous physical training for sport, 
so boys enjoyed comments on my handicap in loud stagewhispers behind cupped 
hands. However, in the course of promiscuous and adulterous sexual activity 
it seemed entirely appropriate as they were indeed bouyant and had returned 
to the shape they'd been when they were rubbery and hard before motherhood. 
More than half their bulk  was above the sea's surface and I arched my back 
to lift them higher,  letting him suck and nip at my swollen brown nipples, 
then joining our lips to kiss deeply once more. 

  "You're really hot when you get started," he grinned amiably.

  "I've never been like this before,"  I explained honestly. "I hadn't much 
enjoyed sex until quite recently; just following Rob's lead. All this is so 
completely new and unexpected and I feel strangely liberated and daring.  I 
don't even think I'm going to feel guilty at  my cheating because it's just 
sex;  no need for any romantic stuff because we don't even know each other. 
Just a body for a bit of rough sex to release the sexual tension."

  "Rough?" 

  "Rough as opposed to romantic,  not abusive, you know, having sex for its 
own sake, just for fun and pleasure."

  "Plain old fucking for the pleasure."

  "I wouldn't express it that way, but yes, that's what I really mean."

  "Say it."

  "What?"

  "That you want a good, old-fashioned fucking for the sake of your senses,
just for the pleasure and fun of it."

  "No!"

  "Go on."

  "I don't talk that way."

  "It'll turn me on to hear you say it."

  I looked into his grinning face and understood that he wanted my complete 
debauchery."

  "I want a good, old-fashioned fucking Mark," I whispered huskily. "I want 
you to fuck me bandy, if you reckon you're up to it."

  I leaned back at arms' length again, using my encircling legs to pull his 
gently thrusting hips harder to my spread crotch, urging him on with fervid 
sounds of real pleasure. His short, thick cock slid so deliciously into and 
out of my hungry cunt as I experienced unrestrained sexual pleasure for the 
first time; wild, wet and slippery, our excited, quivering bodies straining 
together to achieve the blissful release of orgasm to celebrate my newfound 
and unexpectedly enjoyable introduction to sexual intimacy in another man's 
arms. The sensation of being draped around Mark's pumping, trembling person 
was so much more voluptuous than I had imagined a  mere casual nooky to be, 
despite the fact that he was thrusting with a monotonously male regularity, 
causing me to urge him to  greater efforts in the kind of language that I'd 
previously found so morally repugnant. However as it would certainly be the 
only time that I'd ever screw  with him it didn't really matter what I said 
or did.

  His more vigourous thrusting increased my excitement to a step above last 
evening's memorable sex and I bucked fiercely with grinding hips to provide 
maximum friction between my tingling clitty and the veiny shaft of his wet,
sliding tool until the very first spasmodic thrill of climax gripped my 
delerious body.

  "Oooooooh.........Christ!" I blasphemed without inhibition. "Oooooh shit! 
Ooooh I'm coming Mark!"

  His response was an unintelligible grunting sound as he also succumbed to 
the ecstacy of orgasm; our hotly convulsing bodies clasped tightly together 
in a joyous, gasping embrace of shared pleasure.

  "Well?" asked Mark when our sensual ardour had eventually subsided, while 
our love-tackle remained coupled.

  Even after our intimate contact I felt myself blush at having to consider 
a response to his enquiry.

  "Not bad," I told him quietly.

  "Is that all?"

  "Very nice actually."

  "Not thrilling or exciting or even pleasurable?"

  "You know it was," I told him patiently. "But I have a funny feeling over 
my moral position right now. I've been truly unfaithful to my husband by my  
adultery; something I never thought I'd even consider, but right now I feel 
pleased at having experienced your love,  although I'm really not sure I'll 
ever go further with it now."

  "Not even with the lovely man who showed you how much fun it was to be so 
naughty."

  "Especially with him," I giggled. "You're an evil seducer and ought to be 
ashamed of yourself."

  "I'm not!" he pouted in the manner of a small child.  "I'm just trying to 
make nice ladies happy."

  "And yourself, mainly yourself."

  "Well you can't condemn me for desiring  to sample the favours of all the 
lovely ladies who've been out of bounds until now. I think I know how a kid 
with carte blanche at the candy store feels."

  "Well, you won't have time to miss mine after what I've heard about local 
wives, because there are so many females looking for a bit of new talent on 
the recreational sex scene."

  His flaccid tool eventually drooped from my quim and I put my g-string on 
before we returned to our towels and had another glass of wine. To my utter
astonishment Mark's prick became very quickly erect again and I momentarily 
considered another relieving nooky,  but forgot about it on seeing Lisa and 
Vern rounding the rocks at the end of the cove. 

  "Oh, didn't Deby look after you?" Lisa enquired huskily upon noticing her 
husband's stiff dick.

  He shook his head sadly.

  "Never mind, my darling,"  she giggled lasciviously and gulped her drink, 
"I'll look after you."

  They strolled hand-in-hand back along the sand and disappeared behind the 
headland.

  "You fibbed," said Vern.

  "I didn't say a word," I responded.

  "Mark lied then."

  "About what?"

  "You and he having it off."

  "We didn't."

  "You did."

  "How could you possibly know? You weren't here."

  "He left fingerprints."

  "Pardon?"

  "There are five little bruises the size and pattern of four fingers and a 
thumb on each buttock."

  I twisted my body to look and found that he was right."

  "Oh shit!" I groaned. "Please don't let on."

  I gabbled out an explanation of sorts and he grinned sympathetically. "It
is okay. Your secret's safe with me."

  He was a nice bloke, I decided, forty-odd, balding and tending to portly, 
fully tanned and quietly confident in manner.  His penis was a larger, even 
broader version of Mark's, but uncircumcised and I stared as it slowly rose 
to full erection under my gaze.

  "No quid pro quo?"  I asked coyly before comprehending the provocation in 
the query. 

  "That would be blackmail. I'm not interested in having any playmate under 
duress, it'd be no fun at all."

  "Playmate?" I giggled, seriously tickled by the expression and its social
connotations. "Suggests sin at kindergarten; so young and easy."

  "You don't like it?"

  "I do actually. Sounds nicer than 'female swinger' or 'swapper'. It seems 
rather apt in view of my recent experience and now that I've given it a bit
of thought. Playmate, playmate," I said the word to myself several times to 
savour it.

  "I suppose I've forgotten now, but I guess there must have been a time we 
felt trepidation over starting all this.  There have been so many playmates 
that it's only just a game now, a bit of fun for friends who appreciate the 
occasional change of sexual scenery; a new face or body."

  "Any face or body."

  "Not really," he murmured reflectively. "I've never had a yen for younger 
ladies, teens, not that they're likely to ask me for a bit. I'd much prefer 
a woman over thirty because they can differentiate between love and sex and 
they know what they like or they want."

  "I've lived a very sheltered life in that regard," I told him.  "I'm just 
beginning to understand that the average sexually active high school junior 
better understands her desires than I do."

  "Oh?"

  "I've always been a represser until recently and gained a strange feeling 
that there's a little more to love and sex than I've been led to believe. I
really do love Rob so much and in allowing myself to feel the full pleasure 
of sex with him I think I've taken a positive step in our relationship, but 
now I've done this with Mark."

  "You feel remorseful?"

  "That's it!" I cried. "I should, but I don't! Not even a little. I've had 
what can only be described as a wantonly promiscuous sexual bout and I feel
absolutely no regret at all over having done it. In fact, I even feel a bit 
pleased with myself because I enjoyed it,  the sinfulness and the pleasure, 
but I just can't get used to the idea of sharing that sort of thing with my 
husband. It just seems a little too depraved."

  "Don't worry," he smiled encouragingly.  "Give it some time and you'll be 
surprised at what you find yourselves doing in front of each other.  You're 
obviously coming into your sexual prime so you'll find your need for sex is
actually increasing so I don't reckon you'll have any difficulty in showing 
off when you feel the need. Just accept it for what it is; a bit of fun, no 
strings or committment and only the pleasure is a serious matter."

  "So what's the most exciting thing you've seen Eve do?"

  He considered it for a moment.  "Two things come to mind:  the first time 
she did it with another woman and the first time she satisfied three blokes 
at the same time.  She'd always been a bit shy, modest perhaps, except with 
me, but after the first few times she was right into it and ready to fulfil 
any of my fantasies.  We've had full-on love and sex since then,  both as a 
couple and with groups of our friends.  She's also keen on the odd workaday 
'quickie' around the hotel,  mainly with me, but any suitable, handy blokes 
if I'm not." 

  "It's not nymphomania?" I asked, aghast.

  "No," he assured me. "Nymphos take serious risks in their vain search for 
satisfaction, you know, a promiscuous selection of partners.  Eve's still a 
fairly cautious soul, even with guys we know,  having an instinct about who 
not to make it with. We've never had any kind of infection so I'm sure it's 
more than just luck."

  "And it excites you to know she's putting herself about?"

  "I feel wonderful knowing my once ordinary  wife is a liberated woman and 
my partner and equal in every way:  no nonsense with the banks requiring my 
signature on papers and no thought of her asking my permission when any guy 
takes her fancy for sex.  We had a period where things weren't too exciting 
and I dreamt of a free-loving heroine in a sarong,  not slutty, but elegant 
and sophisticated like a courtesan who enjoys casual interludes of pleasure 
with guys. Eve's surpassed my fantasies since we first swung."

  "There's a part of me that would like to be like that, but the other part 
still clings to moral conservatism."

  "Do you want to be a liberated freelover, in your heart?"

  "I think I do really," I frowned as I considered what I really wanted. "I 
think I'd like to tell the world to shove it."

  "I think you've decided Deby," he smiled.

  "On today's performance you mean?"

  "No, that was the culmination of something you'd begun earlier,  when you 
found out about our sexual customs here, but now that you've met some of us 
you're less appalled because we're pretty normal and don't look at all like 
Dorien Grey's portrait. Meeting us got you wondering how it feels to swing, 
how you'd feel  making it with another guy or was it to get back at Rob for 
suggesting it?  Then you saw your opportunity to try it in an ideal setting 
where we were all doing it, it was appropriate and it would be kept secret. 
Correct?"

  "Except for the secret part. I don't know that I ever consciously thought 
of a squaring with Rob, not that it's valid, in hindsight. When I was ready 
for Mark I think I could have accommodated any man around just then. It was 
great with him though, he's cute, as my daughter likes to say, enthusiastic 
about my matronly charms."

  "Not without reason." he smiled amiably.

  "Is that a veiled proposition?"

  "A compliment and an observation of fact."

  "Thank you, kind Sir," I smiled happily in the knowledge that I was about 
to fall gladly into the sin of adultery once more.  "I suppose I must offer 
you my favours on the strength of that." 

  "I'd accept gratefully."

  He kneeled beside me and cupped one smooth breast in his soft, warm hand, 
kissing my  mouth gently before I took a tentative hold on his erect prick, 
unable to close my fingers around its girth as it jerked with the thrill of 
my touch.

  "He's very aroused," I giggled with a coy blush.

  "Oh, he's in no great hurry," he chuckled. "He wants to give you the full 
satisfaction of good sex before he goes down again."

  He tugged at my g-string, but I stopped him.

  "Not here," I breathed urgently. "Is there somewhere quiet in the bush?"

  He helped me to my feet and waited when I shook sand from my towel before 
modestly wrapping it around my body,  then took my hand to lead me into the 
trees to a shady spot in the thick undergrowth  where the sand was carpeted 
with dry leaves.

  "Nobody will see us here," he assured me quietly.

  I smiled demurely, then spread my towel on top of the leafy mattress and, 
having all ready signalled my willingness to couple with him, shed the last 
vestiges of reserve to encourage his wooing of my trembling, expectant body.

  "Ooooooh Vern! Oooooh ye-e-esss! Ooooh it's lovely!" I gabbled inanely as 
he moulded and massaged my soft boobs, tweaking and sucking the thick, hard 
nipples before his tongue found my navel and an exploring digit delved deep 
into my warm, welling vagina.  The busy digit sought my swollen clitoris to 
thrill me violently as it pressed and circled, before he slid down to apply 
his mouth to my focus of pleasure as I gleefully spread my thighs to him. I 
don't actually remember experiencing that kind of intense pleasure prior to 
that moment; it was earth-shattering. When I came a moment later I actually 
fainted, recovered quickly and felt him moving forward above me. Although I 
was still somewhat confused, I knew that the last thing I needed right then 
was another penis inside me,  but I just couldn't make the right noises and 
he was on me and in me before I was able to prevent it. He lifted his lower 
hip as he rolled back to face  me on our sides as I instinctively pushed my 
thigh under his waist,  the other over the top, before he rammed his pelvis 
hard to my weary hips.

  So intense was the pleasure, it was simply too much for me and I lost all 
control.  Though I remember coming repeatedly after he entered me, the rest 
is just a blur and I next remember his sucking and kissing my breasts after 
he came. I felt quite profoundly embarrassed at my performance and said so.

  "Oh Jesus, Deby," he told me,  "I should be appologizing to you. I didn't 
understand how high you were after I'd eaten your cunt and went straight in. 
I'll know next time and it'll be much better for both of us."

  I nodded my agreement. While I wasn't seriously bothered about whether or 
not Mark got into my knickers again, Vern would be an absolute certainty in 
my need to get it right with him. I'd accepted that I was going to have sex 
with him with far less hesitation than I'd experienced with Robbie over all 
those years previously, so it really was important for me to achieve a kind 
of closure in the matter at hand.

  On hearing Lisa's voice we went back to the bags and spread our towels in 
time to see Ronnie drive up just before the others appeared strolling along 
the beach.  Eve had been held back by business so Ronnie took Mark into the 
sea for a bit of exercise, followed along by Vern and Lisa.  I put my dress 
back on to hide my marked posterior and when the others emerged after their
carnal caper we piled into Ronnie's car to return to the hotel.

  "Did you give it a try?" she asked when the others left us.

  "No," I fibbed, "but I really don't mind if you and Robbie want to get it 
together tonight. I feel a bit more relaxed about it all after a  couple of 
conversations  I've had today."

  She grinned happily and gave me a wink before leaving.

  I had a drink in the bar and  waited until after Robbie had returned from 
work and gone up before I followed him.  My timing was perfect as he was in
the midst of undressing for the shower and when he was in I stripped to get 
in with him, persuading him to lift me by the buttocks as we made love. Not 
only was our love-making great, I had the most intense orgasm again, I also 
had an explanation for the bruises on my bum. 

  Carol had given me a black, stretch, tube dress with spaghetti straps for 
a sports award night, but I'd never worn it out of inate modesty. I'd tried 
it on, to Rob's surprise, but he said it didn't look right with those thick 
bra straps and clearly visible panties which he thought tended to squash my 
buttocks together and lose their roundness. He suggested that I didn't wear 
underclothing with it,  an idea I found risible until I saw he was serious. 
It did look better, on somebody else, but I accepted his suggestion after a 
degree of verbal arm-twisting, even painting my nails red and exchanging my 
new ear studs with gold hoops with his help. I also put a thick, gold chain 
bracelet around an ankle to please my man.

  To my relief, Norman didn't stare or pay too much undue attention, unlike 
Robbie who was behaving in the most solicitous manner towards Ronnie,  so I 
surmised that she'd passed him the  word about my reluctance to accommodate 
other blokes tools. After dinner I left Robbie with Ronnie in her luxurious 
kitchen and Norm called out that we were going to see the fish. 

  "Want to watch," he chuckled and I nodded my acceptance.

  We went up outdoor, wooden stairs to a sundeck/balcony.

  "Ssssssssh," he hissed as we tiptoed across the timber floor, not easy in 
four-inch heels.

  He pointed down to the brightly lit kitchen window where I saw Ronnie now
sitting on the bench as Rob sucked her bare nipples and I felt Norm move in
behind me to cup my breasts. On finding I wore no bra he gently pulled down 
my shoulder straps and then the bodice of my dress to bare  my bosom to the 
evening breeze, then grasped both to fondle and knead the silky, soft flesh 
in his big, hot hands before pinching and twisting each thrilling nipple in 
turn. He wanted to kiss my mouth, but not wanting him to smudge my lipstick, 
put him off. His hips were thrusting almost imperceptibly against my bottom 
where I felt an intriguingly big, solid protuberance which I grasped out of 
curiosity, without any thought as to the signal that this would send to him. 
He continued to massage my breasts in one hand while the other reached down 
and then back up my thigh to cup my unclad vulva. I'd realized then that it 
would be unfair to him to cease proceedings now that I'd handled his penis, 
so I accepted the inevitability of his fucking me and Rob's finding out.

  By now Ronnie was busy sucking Robbie's familiar tool and I opened Norm's 
pants to release his rampant horniness, finding it much too thick for me to 
close my hand around and jerking at the thrill of fingers on  my clitty and 
inside my drooling vagina. Kissing my bare shoulders he rolled my hem up to
above my waist and my bodice down until my little-black-number was not more 
than a six-inch, black cummerbund at my waist. Robbie was nibbling Ronnie's 
pussy as I braced my arms against the balcony railing and thrust out my bum 
with my feet apart,  Norman's bulbous knob making us both jump excitedly at 
first contact, then thrill erotically at the pleasure of its parting my wet
vulvar lips and sliding right inside me with ridiculous ease. I had thought 
that there might have been a little more resistance than eventuated, but my 
unintentionally sluttish day had obviously put paid to that.  

  Norm thrust his pelvis slowly but strenuously to me, his corrugated belly 
pounding lustily against my flexing buttocks  with that rapturous rhythm of 
carnal pleasure, his hands massaging my boobs again as Ronnie sat up on the 
bench and Robbie entered her welling, red cunt again. Norm withdrew his big 
cock and perched my naked body on the edge of a rough-hewn outdoor table to 
put my legs around his  waist and my arms around his neck and sighed at the 
delicious sensation of his large sex-organ sliding into my own once more. I 
let go as he leaned over me to suck on and tweak my tingling nipples before 
lifting my ankles to his shoulders to ram at my exposed, wet pussy with his 
irresistably pounding hips.

  From the gutteral, throaty sounds which he was trying to stifle it pretty
obvious he was about to spoof and the tremulously, tingling sensation in my 
loins said the same. He rammed his organ into me with a last, huge, jolting 
thrust and gushed  warm semen into my womb to trigger my owm sudden rush of 
pure pleasure as my whole, sweating being convulsed uncontrollably with the
bliss of orgasm.

  It was some time before our rigid bodies relaxed from the repeated spasms 
of climax and his flaccid member slid backward and out of my well-used cunt. 
He lent me a handkerchief to clean my semen-dripping pussy then dress again.

  "Ronnie said she didn't think you'd be in it tonight," he commented as we 
watched the other two still banging away in the kitchen. 

  "I hadn't intended to," I blushed at my talking like that. "But after I'd 
felt your 'thing' I thought you'd expect me to go all the way."

  "What about the anklet?" he asked.

  "Pardon?"

  "Don't you know? Swingers code for 'willing-lady-swinger' is a gold chain 
on the left ankle. I thought you were hot to trot."

  "Oh dear," I blushed, embarrassed at my ignorance of my new friends' ways. 
"You must think I'm truly dim."

  "No Deby, you can't know things you haven't been told," he smiled kindly. 
"I'm sorry that you felt obliged to do something which you weren't prepared 
for. You must feel imposed upon."

  "Don't you feel guilty," I told him, "I could have said 'no', but I chose 
to go on. It was lovely Norm, I hope we can do it again as well. Just don't 
tell Robbie I've done this yet. I'll tell him when the time is right, but I 
just couldn't bear for him to know I'm into this already, okay?"

  He agreed as we saw Ronnie coming and he took me to his aquarium house to 
see his fish collection and have another drink. 

  Robbie and I didn't speak of our evening on the way home, but after a hot
shower I sucked his cock and he then made me come by eating my pussy before 
we shagged enthusiastically and came gently.