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A Weekend Away
by Mick the Trick (address withheld)

***

A weekend away hots up a small village. (MMF, wife-exh, 
husb-voy, orgy)

***

A few years ago, a friend of mine was renting a flat in 
a small village in the Midlands, which he and another 
friend used when they were called to work in the 
locality.

One weekend my wife and myself had agreed to borrow the 
flat for a few days away. Before going to the flat we 
had agreed that it would be an ideal chance to engage in 
our favourite hobby; that being exhibitionism, with the 
occasional spot of sex with one or more strangers, 
thrown in for good measure.

Whilst driving to the flat my wife removed her 
underpants, stating, "I don't think I'll be needing 
these this weekend." It turned out that she hadn't 
brought any other pairs with her anyway, that always 
being her intention.

She was wearing a short summer skirt, and a vest top 
which had buttons down the front. Apart from when we 
went out to pubs in the evening, she wore these clothes 
for the whole weekend, they being suitable for the 
purpose in mind.

As I drove along, she adjusted her seat to enable her to 
recline back comfortably, enabling her skirt to ride up 
her legs a little, which allowed her shaved pussy to be 
clearly seen, also undoing some buttons to help her tits 
almost to burst out of her top. She has gorgeous tits, 
with beautiful long nipples which let you see 
immediately when my wife is aroused, as they poked out 
proudly, either pushing obviously against the thin 
material of her vest, or thrusting around the edges of 
the material, to escape defiantly from cover.

When my wife is showing herself to me, or anyone else 
for that matter, she becomes obviously aroused, with her 
nipples bursting through or out of their cover, and her 
pussy lips open of their own volition, becoming clearly 
wet, puffy, and engorged with blood. This is truly a 
beautiful sight to behold, and one that thrills me every 
time to my core, and seemingly does the same to everyone 
else that has had the pleasure of seeing her thus.

I could never tire of, or become complacent with, the 
sight of my wife exposed and excited in this manner, and 
cannot understand the views of the people that find 
fault with actions such as ours. Nevertheless I believe 
that we should all follow our own beliefs, and as 
someone once said, "Each to his own."

Anyway, we arrived duly at the flat, picked up the keys 
from a neighbour as arranged, put our luggage inside, 
and went back out again to explore the village.

You can more or less walk around the village in a 
circle, it consisting of possibly fifty or so houses, a 
small shop/ post office, a church with graveyard, two 
pubs and a shop which sold beds of all things.

We first of all decided to visit one of the pubs. We 
bought some drinks, and sat in a room to the rear, we 
being the only people in that room, there being about 
three others in the public bar. Whist in that rear room, 
my wife started to expose her breasts to me, by undoing 
most of the buttons on her top. I fondled her breasts 
whilst kissing her, and was enjoying her rubbing my 
erection through my trousers.

She said, "Why don't you go and remove your pants? I'll 
be able to see your cock better and feel it better." 

This prompted me to go to the loo and do that; hiding my 
erection on the way back with my hand in my pocket, 
until I was back in the rear room with my wife. My wife 
by now had allowed her already short skirt to ride up 
her legs, until her pussy was once again on show. We sat 
in that room for quite some time, quietly having a few 
drinks, fondling each other to our hearts' content. I 
was feeling her breasts, then caressing her pussy, then 
fingering her to an orgasm; whilst she at one time had 
unzipped my trousers, released my cock, and stroked and 
sucked me until I too came, she swallowing my come with 
ease.

When we had tidied ourselves up a bit, we went out into 
the bar to get another drink each, both of us sitting on 
stools by the bar, and having a brief chat with two 
locals, who sat at a table by the window. My wife by now 
was only showing shall we say, "more than a usual 
amount" of cleavage which seemed to keep the two local 
guys amused. When we finished our drinks we said our 
goodbyes, and I noticed that as my wife slid off the bar 
stool, she made sure her legs opened quite wide, giving 
the goggle-eyed locals a view and a thrill I'm sure 
they'd never forget.

We walked around the village until we came to the 
shop/post office, which we looked around, and found that 
they sold "top shelf" magazines which I've always 
enjoyed for titillation purposes. My wife and I 
purchased two magazines and left the shop to return to 
the flat to shower and change.

On the way back to the flat my wife was allowing her 
skirt to ride up her legs until you could almost see her 
pussy lips showing as she walked, and her tits were also 
overflowing her top.

A man was walking towards us on the same pavement and I 
said quietly, "Give him a good look, and ask him for a 
light or something." My wife quickly removed a cigarette 
from her handbag and walked up to this person and did 
just that; the expression on his face was priceless. 

He was obviously aware that this woman walking towards 
him was wearing a ridiculously short skirt, but when she 
leaned in towards him for a light and her tits were 
almost in his face, he didn't know where to look first. 
He managed to get a good eyeful though, in fact couldn't 
really avoid it. As my wife and I walked away, all she 
said was, "Nice!"

We got back to the flat and decided to have a quick read 
of the magazines. We sat opposite each other in the 
living room, both in easy chairs. We took it in turns 
whilst looking at the photographs inside, to read out to 
each other stories from the "Readers' Wives stories."

Soon it was obvious that we were both turned on by the 
stories, especially the ones involving women "flashing" 
to others. My wife slowly raised each of her legs to 
rest on the arms of the chair, unbuttoned her vest 
totally, and started to rub and caress her pussy, 
working the wetness around, before dipping her fingers 
into her by now soaking wet cunt. I in turn removed all 
my clothes, and spreading my legs wide, started 
masturbating.

I must say, that was a truly enjoyable wank!

We were both masturbating and listening to each other 
relating stories of women showing their cunts to other 
men, whilst enjoying seeing each other obviously 
excited, wanking to, and for, each other. In next to no 
time we both had wonderful orgasms, me sending jets of 
come over my chest and stomach up to my chin; my wife 
exploding noisily, sending a spray of come out over the 
carpet in front of her, her hand a blur, wanking and 
rubbing, spraying out freely from her wide open cunt.

After relaxing a short while, we went to lay on the bed 
for a while, just gently touching each other, falling 
asleep in each others' arms.

When we woke, it was time to shower and change, before 
going out for the evening. We decided to try the other 
pub in the village, where we found they were holding a 
general knowledge quiz, something we both enjoy. My wife 
was wearing a long summer dress, no knickers or bra, and 
I a summer shirt and trousers, again with no underpants, 
concealing my erection as usual with my hand when 
necessary. The evening went quietly, with nothing sexual 
taking place.

When we left the pub at closing time, we walked in the 
opposite direction to the flat, intending to enjoy 
ourselves in some fashion before retiring. At one point 
we entered an old fashioned telephone box, and whilst 
huddled up close, pretended to use the 'phone. I undid 
the buttons on my wife's dress and fingered her for at 
least fifteen minutes, she pretending to talk into the 
receiver whilst exploding come down her legs.

After leaving the phone box, we walked into the 
churchyard and ended up fucking on top of a crypt, or 
whatever it is called. A large stone box-like thing. 
This is something we'd read of others doing in magazine 
stories, but hadn't thought we'd ever be able to 
replicate. We both enjoyed fucking like this. Me with my 
trousers down to my ankles, my wife's dress totally 
undone, her lying on her back, legs in the air, both of 
us banging away for all we're worth, until noisily 
cumming together, not aware or afraid of how much noise 
we made. A really lovely spur of the moment fuck.

A short while later, on our way back to the flat, my 
wife only had about two buttons fastened, enabling me 
free access to her body; tits, cunt and arse all felt 
and probed whilst walking. This is a common thing for us 
to do when walking home from a pub when at home, and 
something we both totally enjoy.

When we reached the flat, we had a last vodka and tonic, 
and went into the bedroom, originally intending to go to 
bed. As I went to close the curtains, all I could see 
from the window was the plain wall of the building 
opposite to ours, and a doorway that looked as if it 
wasn't in use any longer. A thought came into my head, 
prompting me to say to my wife, "I think I'd like to 
watch you undressing, but from a distance."

Whilst the majority of my ogling my wife's body takes 
place up close, maybe six to ten feet away, I also love 
to look at her exposing herself at a longer distance, 
possibly me pretending that I'm seeing her as a stranger 
would.

This resulted in me going outside, crossing the road, 
and watching my wife from the darkness of the disused 
doorway.

When I was in place, my wife stood in front of the 
bedroom window, then raised the sash window as high as 
possible, not for it to impede my view at all. She then 
started to sway to imaginary music, at the same time 
slowly rubbing herself through her dress firstly, then 
sliding her hands inside the dress, first to caress and 
squeeze her breasts, then parting the lower portion of 
the dress, enabling her to rub her pussy with one hand, 
whilst holding the dress open with the other.

This was fantastic, but I found the room too dark to see 
as much as I'd like, so I motioned up to her, after 
catching her eye, to switch on the light in the room. 
She paused momentarily at that, before recommencing her 
sexual dance with the light now on. This was much 
better. I had now released my rampant cock from my 
trousers and was slowly pulling on it, as my wife 
started to then undo slowly all the buttons on her 
dress, still caressing herself with obvious enjoyment.

With her dress now hanging off her shoulders, she walked 
up close to the window, then placed one foot on the 
sill, thereby opening her legs wide, giving a glorious 
view of her soaking wet cunt, as she plunged one then 
two fingers into it, fingering herself into a blissful 
state.

When she suddenly stopped, and walked away from the 
window, I thought maybe someone was approaching me, or 
something else was wrong, but she soon reappeared, 
holding her favourite vibrator. She resumed her previous 
stance, and I swear I could see a sheen on the tops of 
her legs against the light, where her juices had run 
down her legs.

She resumed her masturbation with renewed vigour; at 
first rubbing the vibrator between her soaked cunt lips; 
occasionally pausing over her clitoris, for the added 
enjoyment the vibrations there gave her, before plunging 
her favourite sex aid deep within her cunt, then rapidly 
wanking herself into a frenzy, coming in torrents down 
her legs, while I also wanked myself to a lovely orgasm, 
shooting my load over the wall and floor of the doorway. 
To see my wife perform in this way, with the lights on, 
in full view in the window, was a truly magnificent 
sight, and one I will always treasure.

After wiping myself, I returned to the flat, where my 
wife was lying spent on the bed. Her dress being fully 
open, her legs apart, her cunt fully engorged in plain 
view, I couldn't stop myself from kneeling down between 
her legs and slowly start kissing, then licking her wide 
open cunt, which in almost no time at all resulted in 
another glorious orgasm for her. Are we all jealous of 
the number of orgasms a woman can experience in one 
evening? I imagine so.

The evening had ended in an extremely enjoyable session 
for us both, and we went to sleep in each other's arms, 
whilst quietly telling each other how much we'd enjoyed 
what had taken place.

The next day we spent driving around a few of the nearby 
villages, sampling a drink or two in some small country 
pubs; my wife sampling more than me partly because of me 
driving, partly because of how alcohol accelerates my 
wife losing her few remaining inhibitions.

On returning to our "home" village, we walked around 
aimlessly, my wife enjoying the way the breeze was 
wafting along her pussy under her very short skirt, also 
causing her nipples to stand out proudly. I was able on 
occasions to squeeze the cheeks of her backside as we 
walked, my finger sometimes straying forward between her 
cheeks to graze against her pussy lips lightly. This 
ensured that my wife had a permanently wet pussy all the 
time we walked around, which suited us both.

As we were walking past the bed shop in the village, my 
wife asked to go in to explore. We did so, and walked 
around the beds on display for a while before she lay 
down on one, kicking off her shoes, and raising one 
knee, allowed me a lovely view of her parted cunt lips. 
As we have taken advantage in the past of similar photo 
opportunities, I always used to carry a camera with me 
(just in case). This seemed an ideal occasion to take a 
few snaps; so I had just started to take a few lurid 
photos, when a young salesman seemed to appear from 
nowhere, immediately asking " Can I help you?" 

Partly I think due to the amount of alcohol my wife had 
consumed, instead of trying to cover herself up, my wife 
kept up her open legged pose and replied "That would be 
nice." I think I might have tried to bluster my way out 
of this situation if it hadn't been for the fact that 
this young chap had an obvious erection trying to force 
its way out of his trousers. He wasn't trying to conceal 
it either, so I quickly realised that he wasn't totally 
displeased with my wife displaying her charms in his 
shop. I smiled at him, and just said, "Feel free," and 
nodded towards the bed.

He said, "One minute," and rushed off to lock the door. 
On his way back to the bed he removed his jacket and tie 
before sitting on the edge of the bed. My wife reached 
out to him, and soon they were zealously kissing and 
caressing each other. He fingered her cunt until she 
came over his fingers, whilst she squeezed his cock 
through his trousers before removing that obstacle.

Whilst they were both busy, I had resumed taking photos, 
presuming that if he objected, he'd let me know soon 
enough. He didn't so I kept on snapping away merrily.

During the next hour or so I took around forty photos 
which showed the pair in a huge variety of situations 
and poses. They began with the pair wanking each other, 
then gradually removing each other's clothes until both 
naked, they indulged in a fuck-fest of activity, 
involving oral and manual stimulation of each other's 
sex organs, including a 69 with my wife on top, pushing 
her cunt down onto his mouth whilst sucking eagerly away 
at his formidable erection. 

They ended up fucking, first standing up by the bed, 
then lying on it, finally culminating in my wife 
kneeling on the bed, gripping the brass headboard with 
all her might, screaming out "Fuck me! Fuck me!" as he 
pounded his cock into her cunt as hard and fast as he 
was able; both of them calling out as they shared huge 
orgasms, both going rigid with the intensity of their 
feelings.

All of this was captured on my digital camera, and has 
been viewed by my wife and myself both together and 
singly to assure orgasms all round. A fantastic reminder 
of a wonderful afternoon. It turned out that the 
salesman didn't have any qualms about joining in or 
having his photo taken, because he was just doing 
someone a favour, and watching the shop whilst the owner 
was at a wedding. Lucky for all involved I think.

After replacing her clothes, my wife and I had a quick 
chat with the young man, after which my wife gave him a 
lingering kiss to remember her by, then we slowly walked 
back to the flat. When there, my wife quickly removed 
her clothes again, and walked naked around the flat 
while preparing us both a vodka and tonic. During this 
period she walked past the open windows without a care, 
not minding if anyone should happen to look up at the 
upstairs flat. I followed suit, and stripped, following 
her into the kitchen to caress her pussy and backside 
while she prepared the drinks. 

We then sat in the lounge, in the same chairs facing 
each other as the previous day, and started once again 
to read out the "Readers' Wives" stories out to each 
other. Before long I was slowly pulling my rigid cock, 
listening and watching my wife intently as she rubbed 
her vibrator along her soaking wet pussy, before pushing 
it into her open, wet, cunt; to gradually increase her 
pace, until her hand was ramming the toy into her cunt 
with abandon, eventually soaking the seat beneath her 
and a patch of carpet in front of the chair as she came 
in a large spray of cum juice, the magazine having 
dropped unnoticed from her hand long before that.

I too had increased the pace of my wanking, watching my 
wife's self ministrations, until I also erupted in a 
great gush of cum which shot over my chest and stomach, 
even reaching my chin. We both then slumped in the 
chairs, looked over at each other with beaming smiles. 
All I could manage to say was "Wow!" which seemed to sum 
up the moment.

After finishing our drinks, we again, as the day before, 
retired to lie on the bed, holding each other, whilst 
talking about the day's events so far; especially what 
had happened in the bed shop. We gradually fell asleep 
in each other's arms.

When we awoke, we both showered and changed before going 
out for our last evening in the village.

We decided to visit the first pub we had gone into in 
the village, the previous day. There were more people in 
attendance this evening, and we spent some time in the 
bar initially, occasionally having the odd conversation 
with a local or two. 

During this time my wife, who had at least three buttons 
undone at the top and bottom of her dress, was 
occasionally putting one of her feet up onto the brass 
rail along the floor in front of the bar, causing her 
dress to open down its length, showing a lot of her leg. 
A sight I'm pretty sure was admired by a good few of the 
locals.

We noticed a group of people leaving the back room, 
where we had spent yesterday's enjoyable afternoon, and 
went into that room to see if there were any vacant 
seats. There were spare seats, so we sat down on 
opposite sides of a low coffee table which held our 
drinks. Every time my wife leaned forward to reach her 
drink, she showed a formidable amount of cleavage, and 
allowing her dress to part, was also showing a fair 
amount of leg.

During the evening, we struck up a conversation with a 
couple of young men who, it turned out, were reps who 
were staying at the other end of the village for a few 
nights. Their looking down my wife's cleavage became 
more obvious as the evening went on, and she in turn 
seemed to have to lean forward more and more as time 
went by. It was obvious she was enjoying the attention, 
and was playing up to it, having received the ok from me 
when the two men had gone to buy us all a round of 
drinks. She had asked, "What do you think? Are you up 
for it? Four in a bed?" 

This was something we had never tried before, and I 
instantly decided that I would love to experience it.

"I am if you are," was my reply. Then the two youngsters 
returned. Where we were seated, my wife was actually 
facing the corner of the room, with me opposite her, and 
the two reps standing, leaning against a fireplace which 
ran along the wall, which meant that my wife was the 
only one facing away from the room, us three facing the 
other people present. Not that that were too many others 
in the room now as time was getting on. 

We subsequently discovered that the pub would sometimes 
lock it's doors, and serve drinks after hours. This was 
the case on this evening. Well after hours we became the 
only people left in this back room; the remaining 
customers having moved into the bar to chat, most of 
them knowing each other.

For some time now, my wife had opened more buttons both 
top and bottom of her dress, allowing a beautiful sight 
of most of both of her tits, with her proud nipples 
occasionally peeking around the sides of the dress. Her 
legs were also greatly exposed, her dress parted 
sufficiently to almost allow a view of her pussy. I 
think it was only the fact that her cunt lips were 
shaven that stopped us three men from seeing her cunt 
totally, in all its glory.

The two reps knew on which side their bread was 
buttered, and were constantly giving my wife compliments 
on her sexy appearance, at the same time complimenting 
her by the fact that they both had erections straining 
against their trousers. They both occasionally were 
squeezing their cocks through their trousers, resulting 
in my wife in turn complimenting them on the size of 
their erections, which seemed to please them no end.

After a while like this, my wife asked, "Would you like 
to see my cunt?" 

My wife, on occasions like this, likes to talk dirty, 
and indeed thrills me when talking like this, just 
saying it like it is. The two guys nodded, and said, 
"Yes please." This prompted my wife to undo one more 
button, and slowly open her legs, whilst leaning back in 
her chair, thus giving the three of us an uninterrupted 
view of her juicy, wet, wide open cunt.

I think we all almost shivered at the sight, being given 
a perfect view, in a public place, of an openly excited 
woman, not afraid to show how wet and excited she was, 
to her husband and two strangers.

Both the other guys at this point, put one hand in their 
pockets to enable them to fondle themselves. At this 
point I think maybe they had two emotions running 
through them. Firstly a desire to fuck the exposed woman 
in front of them; secondly the desire to whip their 
cocks out into the open and wank over the sight 
presented to them. I know the feelings, having felt them 
many times in the past, whilst my wife was exposing 
herself to me.

After a while, my wife asked the two guys, "Would you 
like to fuck me now? My husband has to be present, and 
fully participate."

Again, I think the only reply they could muster between 
them was, "Oh, yes please."

At this, my wife swiftly buttoned some of dress, stood 
up, gripped both guys' cocks, and said, "Well then, what 
are we waiting for?" She then released her grip and led 
the way outside, after thanking the landlord for the 
evening.

It was now some time after two am, and the street was 
deserted as we walked back to the flat. This was a 
perfect time to indulge in the normal thing we do on 
occasions like this, that being that we again undo 
nearly all of my wife's dress, and feel her body all 
over as we walk, enabling her at the same time to feel 
the cocks of the people closest to her. I let the other 
guys walk either side of my wife and have the pleasure 
of this, having done the same on many, many occasions. 
To see her caress the erections of two strangers as we 
walked was a wonderful sight to me, tremendously 
exciting, causing me to rub my cock through my trousers 
as we proceeded.

When we got back to the flat, the two guys were all over 
my wife. They stripped her dress off in the hallway, and 
were fingering her pussy and arse at the same time, to 
her immense enjoyment. We went straight into the 
bedroom, where we all removed our clothing, and lay on 
the bed.

My wife at first lay between the other guys, and at the 
sight of them both feeling her tits and pussy, I was 
moved to kneel down at the foot of the bed and, moving 
the guys' hands out of the way, began to lick, nibble 
and suck my wife's cunt lips, inner cunt lips, and 
clitoris.

I love oral sex, and enjoyed bringing my wife to orgasm 
by inserting two fingers into her, whilst licking up and 
down her cunt; at the same time the other guys were 
caressing her tits, pulling on her nipples, and trying 
to get their hands under her body to stimulate her arse 
at the same time.

My wife having exploded big time with this handling, the 
rest of the night passed in a blur of sex. My wife has 
for a long time been keen to try almost anything sexual, 
and that night truly was one to try out anything and 
everything we could think of.

Multiple penetration was certainly the order of the 
night, and I have no idea how may orgasms occurred in 
that room; that night. With my wife able to experiment 
with three cocks available to her, she threw herself, ( 
as indeed did I) with gusto into the wildest night of 
sex we had ever experienced up until that time. 

Two views I had that night I think will always remain 
with me. My wife trying to get two cocks into her mouth, 
after already having licked and sucked them for some 
time; and when she had one cock in her cunt, another in 
her arse, with neither cock belonging to me! These were 
both amazing sights to behold, at least they were to me; 
and formed two portions of what turned into a really 
long, sweaty, fuck-fest for all the people involved.

When a good few hours of sleep had passed, and our 
guests had long gone, we set off for home. During the 
journey, my wife dropped off to sleep, her skirt having 
risen up her legs, showing me her recently moisturised 
pussy; her vest open enough to enable me glimpses of her 
nipples. This ensured an enjoyable journey home for me. 
At one point I was sufficiently aroused by the sight of 
my exposed wife, to make me free my cock from my 
trousers, and masturbate whilst driving, catching the 
eventual emissions in a handkerchief.

Thus passed a truly unforgettable weekend. Many times we 
have relived that time, retelling the events of the 
weekend to each other during lovemaking sessions, 
reminding each other of the men's looks as my wife slid 
open legged off the bar stool; the masturbation session 
my wife and I had on different sides of the living room, 
then on different sides of the street; the photos taken, 
and the fucking that took place in the bed shop; and 
finally the beautiful exhibitionism of my wife in front 
of the two strangers, turning eventually into a night 
long fucking session with four people thoroughly 
enjoying themselves, with no restrictions on anyone.

During the various times we have retold these stories to 
each other, it has always resulted in our slow, romantic 
lovemaking, ending in frenzied orgasms for both of us; 
the stories having the desired effect of exciting both 
of us to a glorious, sweaty finish.

I sometimes look at our weekends away as being 
marvellous value. The number of orgasms gained after 
coming home being far, far, in excess of the number 
experienced during the actual weekend away. Can't be 
bad, can it? What do you think?

END

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