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Tonytony3’s Anniversary Vacation 2/3 (wife sharing, swinging)

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And Helen turned to face Michael, so that his hand came out from under
the wrap, and instead he embraced  her, while she again stood taller  to
kiss him. 

But, he bent down, and with a hand across her back, at her shoulders, and
the other  behind her knees, he lifted her, in his arms, while the kiss
continued! 

As he stood up, I could see the robe Michael was wearing had opened, and 
as Helen was lifted to about waist high, Michael's own legs, groin, and
erect penis were displayed under her.  He was naked under the robe.  Her
sarong, fastened only at the neck, opened, falling away, at the  knees,
captured by his hand on her back, but opening to there, showing, from our
balcony, through the glasses,  a foot, leg, hip, and side, all nude, and
I knew as Michael looked down at this  woman in his arms he saw more than
just that! 

"Quick, look, Stan!"

I fought  to catch my breath, as  Michael turned, flashing a view along
her body, then, still carrying Helen, still kissing her,  moved back into
the room, leaving the balcony, leaving those white bikini bottoms there. 

"Barbara, she's all exposed. He's got a giant boner. I wonder if Al knows
what's happening!  She's going to fuck that guy right now!  Come here. I
gotta get in you right now before I explode!"

And there was no more to see, but a lot to imagine. I spent an hour  on
the bad, on my back,  thinking, wondering, what was happening now, but I
knew, I was sure I knew. The noises from the upstairs balcony provided
the audio to what to the scenes flashing in my mind, scenes from across 
the courtyard. 

I started to masturbate, then stopped, wanting my erection in her,
wanting to ejaculate in her, not into a tissue, wanting her there, with
me, with a story, a new story, a story about what she just did. 

The sun set, darkness fell. It had only been an hour since Helen left the
 lounge, left to get material for the story I wanted, she  wanted, left
to have sex, to make me cuckolded, and a voyeur. She didn't know that I
could see her, or that Barbara and Stan could. Or, the thought suddenly
burst on me. Maybe she did know I could see! 

At last the door to their suite opened, and Helen, hair messed, came in. 

"Are you asleep?" 

"Of course not." 

"Are you mad?" 

Well, yeah, I was, and excited, and upset, but I couldn't let her know
about the negative  feelings I had. I encouraged her:  dared, even double
dared, her, to do that, to do Michael. 

"No, but I am excited. I saw you on his balcony. What was that all
about?" 

"My God, you could see??"

"Some, yeah, but not the good parts."

You're OK?" 

"Yeah, tell me about it." 

She broke into a huge smile, and spun like a little girl. "It was so
great!" 

She sat beside the bed. "I'll tell you everything. It's a great story,
and so much fun, even  better than Haroldo. It was like I could do
anything I wanted because you wanted me to and we were so far from home."


"While we were going up in the elevator, he kissed me, and he really
needed a shave.  Look how red my chin got when he did that." 

I did.  

It was. 

"So, I told him, I said 'You told me you were  the greatest Irish lover
in all the written  history, and being sung about in convents, Michael,
but you should know you don't get  to kiss the fair lass if your beard is
going to scratch her face!' 

"And he said 'Lassie, to kiss you for a minute I'd shave for an hour'. 

"As soon as we got to the room, he poured me a glass of bubblie, and told
me to make  myself comfortable, while he shaved. 

"I went to the balcony while he was in the bathroom. 

"I was surprised when he came out, he came behind me so quietly I didn't
know he was  there until he had me trapped by the rail. 

"So I reached up, and felt his cheek. It was so smooth, and he smelled so
nice from after  shave. 

"He wanted to know if it was OK to kiss me now, and I said yes. So, he
started to kiss my  neck, and I backed into him the way you like me to
back into you, and sort of moved  around a little. That really got him
excited: me, too. Did you see that?" 

"I saw him do that, and the way you moved your hair out of the way - that
 was so sexy!" 

Helen continued "It was for me, too. He was holding me against him, then,
did you see that?" 

"Yeah, and then I saw. . ." 

"Yeah, him putting his hand under my wrap on my belly. I loved his touch.
You say when  I touch you it's like electricity - so was his." 

"But then he slipped his hand down, and he touched my bikini bottoms. He
was so  funny!" 

"What do you mean?" 

"He said something like 'Oh, lassie, lassie, don't you know that panties
under a dress like  this are a great hindrance to the world's greatest
lover. America hasn't taught you anything. We  lovers from the Emerald
Isle can't fight these things. My day, maybe the rest of my life, is 
ruined. Oh, woe.' 

"And I said 'Michael, you can't possibly be the world's greatest lover,
or even the  second greatest, if you think those are panties'. 

"And he said 'No, No, tell me it isn't  a chastity belt, you wouldn't do
that to me, would you?' 

"I told him they were bikini bottoms. 

"He said it still seemed like the end to romance in his lifetime, that
he'd become a priest, or maybe gay, until I told him they weren't  locked
on, or anything. 

" 'What's a man to do' he wanted to know, and I told him to get his hand
off my belly and  get it to my hip. 

"He slid his fingers along the seam to my hip." 

"'What's this I feel, lassie?' he wanted to know. 

"I told him 'Velcro. You do that side, and I'll do the other'. 

"He did, and I did, and I think my bottoms are still on his balcony!" 

"Then I turned to kiss him. 

"Honey, his robe opened. He was naked under it! He undressed in the
bathroom after he  shaved! 

"Then he just picked me up and carried me inside." 

"That's all I saw. What happened next?" 

"Well, he put me on the bed, and lay down beside me, and he was hugging
me and kissing  me, and I was hugging and kissing back. I didn't know
what to do next. 

"We were like this."  

She lay beside me so our  arms were around each other. 

"Then, he put his hand on my knee and pulled it over his hip. Go on, do
that." 

I did. 

"Then he reached over my hip -go on, do it - until he was touching me
-oh! - like that, from  behind. I was so wet, and so excited, I felt like
a whore. 

"He touched me for the longest time, honey, and it felt so good, and then
he said something  like 'Lassie, lassie, you feel so good, I have to see
that, and taste it, too." 

"And he rolled me onto my back, and figured out about the last button on
my beach wrap, and got  that open. 

"And he just opened it, so I was there, wearing only the bikini top. 

"'Lassie, lassie, these kinds of things would ruin a lesser man, but I'll
forgive you wearing  that damnable thing if you take it off right now!'' 

"So I sat up, and took it off, and lay back down. 

"Come on, Al, you know how to get this wrap off. Do it." 

I did. 

"No top or bottom! Does he have both?" 

"Yeah, I have more of those, and he wanted a reminder of me." 

"Then he started kissing my body. You do that now." 

I bent to her breasts, took one in my mouth. 

"What am I smelling?" 

"His aftershave lotion. Oh, you do that better than he did." 

By now, I was working his way lower, until I  got to her pubic hair.

"I smell lotion here, too!" 

"You should." She had my head in both hands, and pulled me higher.  

"You'd smell it lower, too, but I don't want your mouth there. I want
your cock there." 

She got it there in an instant. 

"Did you go down on him, Helen?" 

"No, he wanted to be in me right away. Right  after his mouth was there,
his cock was,  too." 

That DID it: instant orgasm! 

Afterwards, as we lay there, in each other's arms, Helen told the rest of
the story. 

"Al, Michael is, at heart, a really sweet man." 

"What do you mean?" 

"He held me like this, too, after. . ." 

"What happened then?" 

"He said 'You know, Lassie, there are some who say - not many,  mind you
- that  sometimes I exaggerate just a little, from time to time.'" 

"I wanted to keep things in the same light mood, so I said 'I don't
believe that about you, Michael'. 

"But he wouldn't shut up!" 

"He said 'This isn't an exaggeration. I'll remember you until the day I
die.'" 

"I started to say something, but he said 'Shhhhh a minute'." 

"He pulled on his robe and went to the closet, and got out a uniform. I
asked him what  kind of a uniform it was while he was busy doing
something with it, and he said he was  kind of a bus driver. I said 'Bus
driver? Here on Hawaii ?' and he said, 'More like to  Hawaii.'" 

"I told him there are no roads to Hawaii, and then he said, 'Well, you
may have heard of  my bus. It's a 747.' By then he finished doing
something to his uniform, and he came to  me with something in his hands.
'Tomorrow I'm going to be a little out of uniform', and he  gave me" -
she opened her hand, and out fell his wings - "this". 'I want you to keep
them,  Lassie, and from time to time when you look in your jewelry box,
you'll see them, and  think of me, and this glorious evening we had
together. No one but you and me will know what they mean.'". 

"But, honey, you and me, we'll know what they mean - it'll mean the time
Michael flew me!"

We cuddled there, and loved there, the rest of the night, lost in
thought, playing, acting out bits of her adventure. 

The next morning, on our last full day on Hawaii, we decided we had the
ultimate memory of this vacation. Haroldo's story  was dead. What
happened with Michael was  so much better. 

"I felt so sexy, coming back to our room, only wearing this wrap and
sandals!" Helen  repeated. 

"Put it on again." 

She did. 

"Let me lift you." 

I did, and we both watched it unwrap, fall away, exposing legs, pelvis,
belly. 

"That's wonderful!" 

"Al, it was so easy with Michael, knowing you wanted me to do that. Like,
when he came out on the  balcony and got behind me, it was so nice to be
able to back into him, and feel how excited  he was, and I knew that is
what you would have wanted me to do. I was thinking about how you got
behind me a couple of days ago, and how we had sex out there in plain
sight of everyone. And when we were on  the bed, oh, I wish you could
have seen. . ." 

"Be careful what you wish for, Helen!" I said, as I took her to the bed,
and lay her  down, and unbuttoned the sarong. 

Helen looked at me, as I looked at her, nude now, unwrapped, on the bed. 

She parted he legs just a little, and let a hand creep down between them,
touching herself while I watched - she NEVER did that - and said "Al, I
wanted you were there, to see." 

I stopped staring at her, there in front of me, and looked at her face,
losing myself in those  green eyes, those smiling, teasing, tempting
eyes.  "Huh?" 

"I said, big boy, that I wished you were there. Now, get on me. Get IN
me!" 

That was an easy command to obey, so long as I hurried, I was so excited.
I wanted to be sure what I heard,  though. "Helen, lover, what did you
mean when you said that?" 

She was moving under me now, and looking at me while her hands touched
and  stroked, and caressed. "I just thought you'd have liked to have been
there, instead of me  just telling you about it. I wish Michael was going
to be here tomorrow night instead of flying his bus, because I'd do it
all again, with both of you, for you.  And, honey, I am very careful
about what I'm wishing for." 

Quickies are uncommon among people who have been married a long time.
Sometimes,  though, even the best men lose control, like I did then. 

Afterwards, after we calmed down, I asked again "What did you mean when "
and was told  to "Shhh". We tried getting out of bed again an hour later.
"Wait, honey. I want to try something," she said. 

She got her wrap, got it under her arms, buttoned it over her breast
bone, and under her  arm, leaving the belt and waist fastening undone.  

"How does this look?" 

When she stepped across the floor, there was a flash of leg. When she
tried again, it  opened more, showing leg, and hip, unfettered with
bikini bottoms, all the way to her  waist. 

"That's delicious!" 

"That's how Michael thought I should come to his room. How about this?" 

She sat down on the sofa., and the sarong was well behaved, staying over
her knees. She  crossed her legs, and it fell away, to her hips. 

"If I'm careful, do you think  I could wear it like this?" 

"Without a bathing suit, you mean?" 

"Yes, silly. It wouldn't matter if I had a bathing suit on, would it?" 

"I guess not. It sure works for me!" 

"I'll wear it like that for you, anytime you like. Al, don't be mad at
me, when I tell you this. If ever you want me to do that again, you have
to be  there! You'd be able to help me remember everything. I think it
would turn you  on, too.  Here." She handed me Michael's golden wings.
"Give  them back when you want to fly  me." 

"There, I said what I was thinking about when I was with him. Now, I'm
going to take a  shower, then let's hit the beach one last time, OK?" 

In a few minutes they were both ready. Helen wore her sarong "But I have
to wear a bathing suit.  Maybe I'll wear it the other way later, for you.
I wish we going to be here longer than until just tomorrow, because life
here feels  so free and sexy and uncomplicated here. It's wonderful!"

We were returning from the water when we saw Barbara and Stan setting up
their blanket nearby, and watched as Barbara ran towards them. "There's
something I forgot to tell you about last night, honey" I said to Helen -
"Remind me, later".

By then Barbara was at our blanket: "Come on over, have a beer with us!"

A beer lead to another and another, until Barbara and Helen did what two
men would never do. One asked the other if she was ready to go to the
lady's room, and they went off together.

After while they left, Stan poked me. "Al, I was looking outside
yesterday afternoon, and I could have sworn I saw Helen on a balcony on
the other wing."

"I know. Yeah, that was Helen. I heard you and Barbara talking."

"Oh.  Uh, have another beer. Uh, Barbara and I party like that a little.
Maybe, later, you'd like to come up to our room tonight? It's room 635."

I stopped, the possibilities running through my mind. "You know, I just
don't know how I feel about that. Maybe. After all, it is our last night
here. What goes on, anyhow?"

"Nothing everyone doesn't agree to. When we party like that it's because
we want everyone to have a great time. Sometimes a couple will put on a
show, sometimes people sit around and talk, and then things get hotter.
There's no way of knowing, except let me tell you I think Helen is a
beautiful woman, and Barbara likes you a lot. I hope you do come up -it'd
be fun, and you'd really remember Hawaii."

"I'm just not sure about that. I am about wanting another beer, though."

"Talk it over with Helen, then give me a call, OK?"

By then the women came back. Another  dip, and we all decided, with the
sun soon to set, it was time to go back and wash the salt off.

We rode up the elevator with Stan and Barbara. At the fifth floor, as we
left,  Stan reminded me  - not that I needed reminding - "Call me about
later, OK?"

Then the doors closed.

"What was that all about, Al?"

"Barbara and Stan saw you with Michael last night, honey. They think we
have an open relationship, and they do too, and  he invited us to their
room tonight."

"Oh, damn it, I know. I forgot when I was with Michael  that just because
the sun's glare wouldn't let me see our room, you'd still be able to see
me! Barbara told me that she saw me, too. I was embarrassed and excited
at the same time! She asked if we 'swung' and I told her we never had. I
think they wanted us to like swap with them. I just don't know about
that, it's different than last night. If  you want me to get another 
story, and for you to take part in getting a story, that's OK, but I just
don't know about this."

We reached our room, and went in. I got the wings from the dresser.  "Oh,
I think it would be really something. They're both nice, he really likes
you. We'll never see them again after this vacation, and it ends
tomorrow. What do you say? I know  I'd like to see what it's like. I'd
like to see what you're like, to really see, with my own eyes, what it
looks like when another man touches you. At least, I'd like to do that
once in this lifetime."

Helen looked really uncomfortable. "I just don't know."

I handed her the wings. "I want to fly with you tonight. OK? This one
time?"

"I wonder if I have the nerve to do that?"

"Why not? You could last night. I think it would be great - I'd love to
see you do that, I'd love to watch someone do that with you."

She had a glow on her face. "Seeing what you saw last night wasn't
enough? You want more?"

"I didn't see enough. We are on vacation, honey" I reminded her, "and
that's for pleasure. It'd pleasure me to see you get pleasured.  And,
baby, you have the wings you earned yesterday. I think you promised you'd
do what I want. I want  to see with my own eyes. I want you to go.   I
want  to go. I want to watch you, instead of just hearing about it. It's
a new story. You dared me to ask you. Now, I'm asking. Daring you, even."

"You won't be mad or jealous, will you?"

"No, will you?"

"No, I have confidence in our marriage."

SHE reached for the phone!

"Stan, we'd love to come up. Will an hour be OK?"

There was a pause. "Me, too" she answered to the question I didn't hear.

"There. We have a date to, ah, experiment a little. Al, sometimes you
make me feel really naughty!"

"Get showered, honey, then I will,  too."

When I finished my shower and went into the bedroom, I saw Helen standing
there in the hotel's  robe.

"What do you wear to an orgy? Should I wear this?" holding up her beach
wrap, and a black bikini.

"Why not just the wrap, and heels, honey? It looks modest and sexy at the
same time. Everyone thinks people wear them over their bathing suits."

"Yeah, that's what I'll do!!"

I pulled on chinos. Only chinos, and boat shoes.

In a moment Helen was wrapped, and buttoned, and sashed.

"I do like feeling this way" she said as she tested walking, and redid
the sash, until walking exposed her leg to mid thigh. "A real slut, huh?"

"More like a sexy wife whose going to please her husband. Let's go."

"OK." She agreed, and we left the room.  She looked delicious, sexy,
beautiful. I wished I was Stan, having this woman come up to me dressed
this way. He's a lucky man!

The elevator was empty - so there was time for a kiss and a caress, under
that sarong!

Outside the door, Helen turned to me, needing encouragement. "Al, this is
for you too, and  I'll play it however you want. What DO you want?"

"I want you to be sexy, provocative, uninhibited. I want this to be the
wildest night of your life, and I want to watch it all. That's what I
want!"

Stan and Barbara had their room dimly lit. He had on the same robe
Michael did, and she was wearing a kind of flowing dressing gown, that at
least hinted of was under there - not much! It was open enough at the
throat so I could see the start of something made of nylon, and very
sheer. Her gown opened enough at the leg to assure me whatever was under
there was pretty short.

I had a lump in my throat as well as in my pants!

Wine was distributed. 

Helen and I sat on a sofa, close together, Stan and Barbara in chairs,
facing us.

"Nervous, huh?"

"We've never been in a circumstance like this before," Helen explained.

"It's not bad at all, just relax. Nothing happens that you guys don't
want to happen. And you look lovely, Helen," Stan said.

Barbara added her opinion: "We know you guys do some experimenting, like
last night. This is kind of like that. Last night was exciting, wasn't
it, Helen?"

"Embarrassing because you saw it is more like it. But  yes, it was."

"I'm so glad you wore that, Helen - I saw you wear it last night, over
there," Stan pointed. 

Helen walked to the balcony. "When I was over there, the glare on this
side of the resort was really bad. I tried to see our room, and couldn't
see a thing. It was silly, but I thought someone on this side wouldn't be
able to see there, either. What could you see?" she asked, turning to
Stan.

"I wished the guy was me. Like, from the first instant I saw the two of
you together there I knew what was happening. Barbara and I did some
things like that. It was so sexy - we both loved it. Would you like to do
some of that exact same thing again?"

I couldn't help myself. "Yeah, Helen, could you do that? Act out what
happened yesterday,  I'd love that." 

Barbara whispered "Do you really like to  watch, Al?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Well, let's watch for a while. But Al," she turned to me, stood on her
toes, and took my face in her hands, "Al, later, you can have me, when
you want to."

Meanwhile, Stan was trying to get  Helen comfortable. "I'll  show you
what I saw,"  he said, and walked to Helen. Helen looked at me. "Honey,
are you sure about this? Be careful what you wish for."

"I'm wishing, I'm wishing!"

 She stood by the balcony rail, looking out into the darkness.

Stan moved behind her,  arms surrounding her, his hands on the rail. "I
think I saw this."

Barbara took my hand, and we stepped to the door going to the balcony to
watch, as Stan put his hands around Helen, and on the rail.

"Yeah, that's right, and I felt him close to me."

He placed a hand around her, pulling her to him. She moved as he wanted,
until their bodies were firmly together.

"Oh Christ, Helen, that feels so nice!"

"Honey, that looks so sexy" I added.

"Guys, I'm really embarrassed. Can we move inside, and maybe turn the
lights off, or down? I don't want to put on a show for everybody in that
wing." 

Barbara turned off the lights in the bedroom, pulled the draperies
closed, and turned on the bathroom and hallway light. It was dim, not
dark.

"I feel like everyone's watching me," Helen whispered.

"It's not like that at all, Helen. Come here again." Stan again stood
behind her, and again, slowly, placed his arms around her midsection, and
 hugged her, backing her into him.

"You do feel so good, Helen." His head descended until he could kiss her
neck and shoulder.

"Move your hair, honey," I pleaded, wanting to see that gesture, and
then, I saw it, her hand over her head, moving hair, exposing her neck.

We watched as his head met her neck, her head tilted to receive it -
incredible! Even better was the promise of things to come - I had as hard
an erection as I could remember.
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