The gentle currents in the pool undulated back and forth. The pool was so clear its turquoise walls shimmered through the wavelets and softened the edges of Helen’s pale yellow bikini as Matt stood ten or twelve feet from her, comfortably staring, admiring and enjoying.
She grinned and confidently spoke, “Well, Matt, 20 years of marriage today and I’m still a happy camper. How about you?”
“Are you kidding? Every time I look at you in that bikini I can’t control myself. Thank God we’re in the pool.”
Her snicker bubbled across the wave tops as she pushed off and swam slowly towards him. When she got to him, she offered her wet lips to his and the two savored a long, wet kiss. He broke first, placing a hand on her shoulders and turning her then pulling her back to him, her back against his front, nestled comfortably against his trunks and the life emerging within them. “Umhh, honey. That feels good.”
They stayed that way, swaying and rubbing for several minutes until her hand reached behind her and slid his trunks down enough to reposition herself with her hips split over his rigid cock where she rode it on the thin material of her bikini bottoms. His teeth pulled the string on her top apart and it floated off. Her breasts fit neatly into his hands as he held and moved her over and over, listening to her moaning and knowing what they would soon do.
Helen moaned a little extra moan then unconsciously flipped her head back so her mouth was next to his chin and in a very soft voice asked, “Matt, ever sorry you never had other women?”
He knew the correct answer, “No, absolutely not. You’re the only woman for me, dear.” but he paused and didn’t say it. She noticed the pause and chose to wait and see if this was good news or bad news. “Honey, do you want honesty or platitudes?”
“Honesty, Matt, always honesty.”
“Well then, I suppose from time to time I’ve wondered what it would be like but, you know, always with one of our friends or someone we know. Seemed more like a safe fantasy if it was a friend where it would never, did never, could never happen. What about you?”
She put her hands over his on her breasts and gave them a loving squeeze. “I love you, Matt and never made it with anyone else but I’d be less than honest if I didn’t say I’d been 2% curious about the whole idea. All our friends have been divorced and remarried and most of them have told me they’ve had five or ten men or more in the course of their lives and they laugh when I admit I’ve only had you. I’ve always been happy and I’m pretty shy around others but my girlfriends talk about it like it’s a game, you know, recreational sex like a good tennis match.”
“So, Helen, you’re telling your girlfriends I’m the only guy?” He laughed, then continued, perhaps curiously, “But, you’ve had fantasies?”
She giggled and wiggled her bottom over his cock, “Well, sure, but like you, just with our friend’s husbands or maybe Denzel Washington or someone like that.” She stopped for a second before continuing, apparently embarrassed now. “Honey, it’s never been important because we’re happy. It’s just been a fantasy on quiet days when life is perfect and I have too much free time.”
“I understand but you didn’t say “had” you said “have.” Sounds about like me. This is embarrassing to talk about but I’ve heard that if you both agree and are open about it, it is recreational to use your words and doesn’t ruin a marriage.”
She turned towards him and stared directly up into his eyes, looking for any sign this discussion ought to end. He blinked but looked straight back at her as she responded with,”You think?”
“I don’t know, just what I’ve read. What do your divorced and remarried friends say?”
“Good point, they’ve all been divorced and remarried. I asked most of them and they say sex had nothing to do with the divorces. It was always more issues than just something physical.”
“Doesn’t mean much because there’s nobody we can talk about it openly with so it’s probably just as well.”
She sighed and hugged him quickly before stammering: “If, if I knew a couple that would, ah, uh, talk about it, would you be, uh, interested, Matt?”
Startled, he paused for a breath, squeezed her tit and rubbed his cock against her groin then answered her with a question of his own, “If you could stand the idea of me having sex with another woman and vice versa, you mean?”
Clearly, this was nervous and new territory for both of them.
“If it’s recreational and we know it’s not love but just for fun, I could live with that. And you, what about you, could you live with the idea of me riding another man’s cock?”
“Only if I get equal privileges to, ah, experience a new woman at the same time!”
Her answer was not words but action. She slid from him, peeled her bikini bottoms off and guided his cock inside her very swollen opening and began to squeeze against him in short strokes, feeling his width and length before she finally answered, “Honey, I think three of our friends as couples sometimes have small, private pool parties where they change partners. They’ve hinted at it a couple times when I’ve figured out what their discussion was about.”
He was beginning to feel how warm she was inside her body as he slid forward and back to match her movements. “Wow, I didn’t know that. What did you say to them?”
“Ugghh. Nothing, Sweetie. I just let it pass.”
“If you’re serious, next time, try one couple and ask about it, let them know we might be interested and let’s see what happens, okay?”
“Uggh, Oooh, Ahhh, God, your cock is sweet.” Her absorption with how she was feeling continued until she spoke again. “Yes, yes. I can do that. Just in case you want to know, the three are Ed and Pauline, Mary and Sam and Ted and Natasha, the Jamaican couple. You have to keep it to yourself though. You know them, right?”
“Sure, but I never imagined. They are all nice people, about our age and in reasonable shape. Now, you’ve got me going and I don’t want any more talk, lean back and let me finish putting this big deposit in your bank.”
Her grin degenerated into passion, panting and then shouting as her moment came to bathe against his flood now heating and spreading inside her.
Two … Getting Organized …
Two weeks went by as Helen and Matt lead their normal lives. The subject of being with others for recreational sex was dropped as daily activities took over.
Their love life remained strong and Wednesday night was no exception as Helen reached her peak then rolled over onto her strong husband as his juices and hers drained out onto his groin. Cuddling and touching always finished their efforts and lowered their energies into soft and caring things as they drifted off. Both were nearly asleep when Helen started and jerked her body a little then pinched Matt’s butt and whispered, “Remember the conversation we had about recreational sex?”
Sleepy no more, he answered, “Sure, but nothing came of it. Did you talk to Pauline or Mary or Natasha?”
“I sure did, today after lunch with Mary here at the house. Want to hear?”
“She’s the gal who’s about fifty, isn’t she? Anyway, go ahead, lay it on me, so to speak.”
She chided him with a whack to his shoulder.”You know Mary and Sam are a couple years older than we are and you know very well who Mary is. Anyway, we had lunch today in town and then came back here and sat on the porch later and talked. While we were drinking cokes and talking, she looked at the pool and told me how nice ours was compared to theirs. One thing lead to another and she mentioned they had occasionally enjoyed the privacy pools with tall fences like ours have and I asked her what she meant.”
“What’d she do then?”
“She got a little quiet then turned to me and asked if I could keep a secret, you know, be discreet.”
He laughed and nodded at Helen’s head to continue.
“I told her, sure, who hadn’t had fantasies and any she had would be safe with me. She grinned and told me that it wasn’t a fantasy, that she and Ed sometimes traded pools and partners, one evening, one couple at a time to break up their sex lives a little. I asked her who they did it with and she told me the group was Ed and Pauline, her and Sam and Ted and Natasha then got a little shy about it.
I just nodded and grinned and told her I’d wondered about that and then took a big plunge and told her about our conversation.”
“And then Mary said what?”
“Her answer was very soothing. She said I shouldn’t be shy or feel guilty, then admitted that all three women had fantasized about making it with you and their husbands had all thought about doing the same with me. They just didn’t think we would ever do it so nobody ever said anything to us.”
“Cool, but it makes me a little nervous. Feel my hands. They’re cold and sweaty all at the same time just talking like this. Did you ask her how it works?”
She held his hands and rubbed them, nodding at her own nervousness. “Yep, I knew we’d both feel that way so I did ask. Here’s what she said. They never change with more than one couple at a time so it’s not group sex, just variety. They also don’t do it very often. The way they work it is to try and make it so that everyone has some dignity. Usually, a couple of the women end up talking and picking a Saturday night for a pool party with one other couple, knowing what was being planned, then the men take off after dinner and let the wives each get their house and pools ready. The guys are usually out for 45 minutes then they drive over to the other wife’s house and knock on the door, pool gear, wine and grin in hand, then take it from there. That way it’s never more than one couple alone and it stays very private. She said they are always done around midnight and they start around 7 or so with lots of social interaction and swimming before getting into the recreation of the evening.
“A better question is, what do you think? Are you still interested, Helen, honey?”
Here is when she burst out laughing. “With the way you’ve always looked at Mary’s big tits? Honey, unless you’re against it, you’re going to Mary’s about 7 this Saturday and Sam is coming here. She knew Sam wanted to have me and I was damned sure you’d want Mary. Now, dear, what do you think?”
“I think, no more sex until Saturday and I say yes, let’s do it. Now, I want to save up!”
At six thirty, Matt stood just inside the door to the garage with his hand on the doorknob and looked at Helen in her Saturday pink bikini and pool cover-up. She looked just as gorgeous as could be before he kissed her and said, “Too late for second thoughts now, right?” She only nodded a little nervously before touching his shoulder in an ‘it’s okay to go now’ way. He understood it and responded with, “Have a great time with a new man and his dick, you’ve gotta tell me everything when I get back. If I’m going to be later than midnight, I’ll call.”
“Same to you big fella. Don’t let your hands get cold and sweaty. By the way, Mary told me she has a problem you ought to be warned about.”
He stopped, turned and looked at his wife with a puzzled expression. “What’s that?”
“Mary told me that she has those big breasts and she’s a little worried you’ll think they sag but she did say her pussy lips and clit get huge when she gets excited to make up for it. Oh, she also hinted that she’s bushy enough that she still wears a fairly full bathing suit to cover the hair up and she wanted to know if she needed to shave it for you. Obviously, I told her no!”
“You’re too much, Helen, too much. Let me get going. I’m nervous that I might be late. I’ll get gas in the car and stop and get a cold bottle of wine.”
She waved and watched him walk to his car and drive off after the garage door sounds stopped when it closed, little butterflies of her own twirling just beneath her tummy as she very softly closed the door the last five inches.
Matt drove to the closest grocery store where he spent a nervous thirty minutes picking the right wine and a few cut flowers for his hostess to be. He skipped the gas station. While he was involved at the store on the way to Mary and Sam’s house, Helen went from room to room in their house, straightening, moving things around, adjusting her cover-up every time she passed a mirror and trying not to be too nervous. It wasn’t working as her pace picked up and she found herself in the kitchen fussing with the cold shrimp she had on a plate, adding garnish pieces and crackers to the plate and moving the two wine glasses around on the portable serving bar. She freshened the ice bucket a second time and glanced up at the clock until the hands finally got close to seven. She had never been more nervous nor more excited, thinking about the pleasures she hoped for. She rubbed her breasts through her cover-up and knew she was being totally selfish, thinking only about what was probably going to happen.
It didn’t take long thinking these thoughts before the doorbell chimed and she smoothed her clothes and stepped to the door. She opened it and there was Sam, wine and a bouquet of fresh cut flowers. She rose to the occasion and gave him an old friend’s smile and extended her arm to take them. “Sam, they’re gorgeous. That is so thoughtful. Come on in.”
“Thanks, Helen. You look great. I brought some wine I thought we might sip while were relaxing in the pool.”
Helen reached her hand to his and said, “Come in then, let’s get these into a vase and the wine opened.”
When he brushed by her in his slacks and loose shirt he stopped and gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek. “Umh, you smell delightful, Helen, just delightful.”
It was enough to make her color slightly since they both hoped the evening would be more than a gentle kiss and the underlying thought was enough to tingle the color.
