Sarah and I had been together for fifteen years at that time and had been married for ten of them. We first met in high school and got married in our early twenties. It would be fair to say that we are a plain and boring couple, especially back then. I worked sixty to seventy hours a week while she maintained our home. Our date nights consisted of going to one of our three usual restaurants, a stop at our usual coffee shop, and then home by eight. We would then watch TV till midnight and then head to bed. That was our routine for the longest time. Of course, our sex life wasn’t much to brag about either; it was the same thing over and over again.
On a random evening, we decided to do something special and break out of our routine, even if it was for just a few days. That question was, “What would that be?” After a few discussions, we agreed to travel to Montreal, Quebec. We also decided that instead of a regular PG-rated trip, we would try out some wild (at least from our perspective) sexual activities. So, we booked our tickets and the hotel for a four-and-a-half-day trip to Montreal.
Day One
We arrived on a morning flight and had a few hours to kill before checking into our hotel. Not wanting to waste time, we got our rental car and drove down to Oka Beach for our first naughty activity, public nudity. The drive to the beach started a bit troublesome due to the city traffic, but it was eventually pleasant. We even stopped at a cafe to grab lunch and get our passes for the Oka National Park. To prevent things from getting too out of control, we stuck with our usual lunch of an Everything Bagel with cream cheese along with a cup of coffee. It was a warm sunny afternoon when we arrived at the beach, with only a few clouds in the sky. There were a few people already there, enjoying the day. I should mention that this was the family-friendly part of the beach, and the clothing-optional part was about a kilometre down the path.
The two of us walked the length of the beach with cool small waves washing across our bare feet. We made small talk and walked slowly; I think both of us were trying to work up the courage for what was to come. Finally, we arrived at the sign that marked the start of the naturists part of the beach and continued through. We walked down the path for another twenty minutes or so but couldn’t find any actual beach. Sure, there were some small patches of sand and even a few people there, but we were hoping for a big open beach. Eventually, we gave up, returned to the first beach, and enjoyed another lap of walking by the water. I’m not sure if Sarah and I chickened out or if we had a legitimate excuse. Regardless of the reason, our first naughty activity was a failure.
We drove back to the city and checked into our hotel. Plenty of daylight was left, but I wanted to relax before going out again. So I turned the TV on and started to scroll through the channels. I had almost forgotten what regular cable TV was like. Sarah and I talked about our afternoon while some random show played in the background. We were more glad than disappointed that our first plan didn’t work out. Shedding our clothes in public was too out of our comfort zone.
After a long nap, Sarah and I went out for dinner. Walking around downtown, we saw a lot of fast-food chain places and some independent places that looked interesting. What was surprising was the number of massage parlours we saw. Most of them even had obvious suggestive signs advertising their services. A quick Google search showed that some even had an online presence with verified client reviews and everything. That couldn’t be legal, could it? Anyway, we went on to enjoy our dinner, during which Sarah brought up our plans for later that evening. Originally we had planned to go to a strip club, which would have been the first time for both of us, but instead, I thought that perhaps we could try an erotic couples massage. It didn’t take much to convince Sarah to change our plans; she never cared much for noisy and crowded places anyways. So I put my phone in my lap and started looking for such places in the neighbourhood. I looked at reviews and their websites to find a place with a good rating that seemed clean. Most importantly, I wanted to make sure that we didn’t leave the place in handcuffs. Yes, I felt a bit pervy while doing the search in a public place. Luckily we were sitting in the corner, so I don’t think anyone noticed.
After dinner and a few drinks, we went to the massage parlour called Ms. M’s. The place had a heavy-locked door with a camera above it and a dimly lit entrance. You had to ring the bell to be let in. A woman answered the door, while another walked across the room behind her with just a towel loosely wrapped around her body. I didn’t know what to expect from this place, but this was a delightful surprise. The hostess was a woman in her late twenties or early thirties, wearing a red flannel shirt with the top few buttons undone and a pair of short shorts.
“Have a seat, and I’ll be with you in a minute,” said the hostess as she gestured to the empty couches beside us. We did as suggested. I leaned over to Sarah and asked her how she was feeling. Sarah was stunned and silent.
The hostess returned to us and asked if this was our first time there. I looked over at Sarah, and she was still stunned, so I did the talking. “Are we that obvious?” I responded. I think the way I said it made her smile. Next, she explained their services; we could have separate sessions, get a couples massage side-by-side, or one of us could get the message while the other enjoyed the show. Naturally, we opted for the couples massage.
The hostess led us to a dimly lit room with a large message table and a small shower and told us to wait. I saw that Sarah was finally starting to relax. “Just a little nervous,” she said.
Just then, we heard the door creak open, and a gorgeous woman in lingerie entered the room. She introduced herself as Bella, shook our hands, and walked out of the room. Then another came right in, introduced herself and walked out. Over a dozen women must have come in; I had to pick my jaw off the floor by the time they finished. I looked over at Sarah, and she seemed to be more excited than I was.
The hostess returned to the room, “You guys came at a good time. You have a lot of girls to pick from.”
I said I liked Allie; she was the towel girl we saw when we first came in. The hostess then looked over at Sarah expectantly, and Sarah said she liked Allie too. The hostess told her to pick a second girl for our couples massage. Before answering, Sarah looked at me, gave me a cute little smile and named Sophie.
The reason why she smiled at me before naming Sophie was that Sophie had a remarkable resemblance to Alison Angel, a softcore-pornstar who I used to enjoy watching. Sarah had walked in on me a few times while I was enjoying some videos. She even joined me a few times but then decided that watching porn wasn’t for her.
Sophie was around my height, at around five feet ten inches, although her heels made her seem taller. She had long flowing shiny blonde hair that reached halfway down her back and a light-skinned curvy figure with naturally full and soft breasts. Allie was short; at just a bit over five feet, she was even shorter than Sarah. She had short but sparkly purple hair which just touched the top of her shoulders and a cute little button nose.
The hostess then walked out so that we could get ready for our message. Sarah and I both undressed and tried to get into the shower. Unfortunately, it was too small for both of us, so I got out, sat at the end of the massage table, and watched her. Fifteen years together, and I still appreciated her beauty as much as the first time I saw her. There wasn’t anything explicitly sexual about her showering. Still, there was something about the way the soap suds travelled down her body and how her wet hair clung to her breasts. Before I knew it, my penis swelled, pointed up, and throbbed.
I got into the shower after Sarah got out. She walked around the table as she dried herself and then laid down with the towel draped over her body. I did a quick wash, ensuring to use cold water. Allie and Sohpie came back into the room just as I was stepping out of the shower. Instinctively I tried to cover myself with one hand and reach for the towel with my other hand. They must have thought it was a funny sight because they burst out laughing. I did feel pretty goofy, but it still took a few seconds for enough blood to rush back to my brain to recall where we were. I went over and sat next to Sarah and placed my towel on my lap. Allie and Sophie undressed in front of us, and all I could do was watch and feel the blood drain down from my brain once again.
Allie came up to us and picked up the towel draped on Sarah and the one on my lap. I could feel her eyes linger on there for a few seconds before putting the towel away. I wasn’t going to complain; it gave me a chance to check her out. Her breasts, although small, were bigger than they had seemed at first, not to mention perky. She has a short landing strip starting slightly above her slit. I was tempted to run my finger through it but decided against it. Meanwhile, Sophie prepped a couple of gel bottles for the massage; we seemed to be in for a Nuru massage.
Sophie came over to tend to Sarah while Allie instructed me to lie face down. They explained the additional rules before getting started. We were allowed to touch them but not between the legs, no kissing, no fellatio/cunnilingus, and no penetration. If we tried to push our luck, the session would end, and we would be kicked out. The rules sounded simple enough, so we agreed and got started. They started by applying the warm gel and began with a back rub. I reached out my fingers to intertwine them with Sarah’s. She reciprocated.
We chatted with the girls while they worked on our backs. They asked about our vacation and our regular lives. Sarah asked them about what it was like working there and if they often got couples as clients. After a few minutes, they climbed on our backs, leaned forward, and started to slide their bodies on top of ours. It felt strange at first, but the sensation of feeling Allie’s breasts on my back took over. Sarah also seemed to be enjoying her experience. Her smile lingered between the expression of curiosity and pure pleasure. I tried to take a look at how Sophie looked on top of Sarah, but Allie’s weight on top of mine made it difficult to lift my head.
For my next surprise, I could feel Allie’s fingers creeping towards my cock each time she slid down towards my legs. Eventually, I could feel her tickling my scrotum and shaft. By now, our conversation had boiled down to heavy breathing and grunts. The girls knew what they were doing.
After being face down for about twenty minutes, they told us to turn over. That’s when it hit me. I was naked with three gorgeous women. I took a deep breath to take in the view once again. Before continuing, they switched so that Sophie was beside me and Allie was beside Sarah. They got back on top of us, and this time I could really enjoy the view. I moved my hands to Sophie’s hips and started to move them in small circles. Sarah, however, went directly for Allie’s breasts and ran her fingers across the nipples. “Wow! These are so cute,” she said, “Can I kiss them?” Allie held her tender smile and responded non-verbally by wagging her finger. Before either of us could be disappointed, she leaned forward on top of Sarah, their breasts aligned and lips so close that they could kiss.
My attention went back to Sophie. She started with the slides again, and I could feel her soft skin against my hardened phallus. She began with shorter strokes and then moved on to longer ones. By the end, she would smack me in the face with her boobs every time she slid up, and they enveloped my cock every time she slid down. I tried being bolder like Sarah and reaching for them when she slid up. I even succeeded a few times. Sophie rewarded me by holding her position for a few seconds so my finger could play. It felt like this went on forever, but it still wasn’t long enough.
When it was time for the ‘finale,’ they offered to give us some privacy, or they could continue to take care of us. Sarah responded without skipping a beat, “Oh, please stay.”
Sophie went down to grab my penis while Allie placed her fingers on Sarah’s exposed clit, and they both worked their magic. Instinctively, Sarah and I turned to each other and kissed as we reached climax. I felt the eruption build up in slow motion. It started with a slight knot in my stomach which travelled down to my testicles and turned to a tingling sensation. From there, the pressure began to build up along the shaft. I held on as long as I could; it was one of the strongest releases I had in a very long time. My hot cum shot up into the air and mostly landed on my chest. As usual, I came before Sarah. This time I got the treat of watching her back arch up as she ended with a full body-shaking orgasm.
It took a minute for us to catch our breath. It felt weird to say ‘thank you’ in this situation, so I ended with, “Wow! That. Was. Wonderful.”
Sarah agreed.
Next, Allie told us to stay down while she got cleaned up. We watched as she got into the shower and started to wash herself. I guess Sophie was still feeling playful because she began to stroke my cock again. When Sarah realized what was happening next to her, she sat up and joined Sophie with her hand around my cock. Slowly moving their hands up and down. I came again as Allie was getting out, but this was more of a dry orgasm; a pulsating semi-erect penis with no cum. Sophie got into the shower next while Allie got dressed. I didn’t know who to watch, so my eyes darted back and forth. Sarah got into the shower next as the girls cleaned the room. Finally, it was my turn. When I got out, I took my sweet time getting dressed. I was naked in a room with three gorgeous women; a fantasy I had had since my teenage years.
As we were about to leave, Sarah asked, “Any chance either one or both of you ladies want to join us at our hotel so that we could have some fun without all those rules?”
“I’m sorry, but this is not that kind of place,” Allie responded politely. Then, she opened the door. We thanked the girls and made our way toward the exit.
As we were leaving, Sophie called out, “I do know of someone you two might enjoy.” She quickly went towards the counter, wrote a phone number on a post-it note and handed it to me. “Give her a call tomorrow afternoon. She will be expecting it.”
We thanked the girls again and walked out.
It was almost midnight by the time we returned to our room, way past our regular eight o’clock curfew. We talked about the session as we lay in bed. It sounded like Sarah enjoyed it as much as I did, if not more so. Our second naughty activity, albeit a modification from our original plan, was a major success.
Day Two
I woke up early in the morning as usual; I guess over a decade of routine will do that to you. Sarah, on the other hand, was still out. I knew she would be out for a few more hours before she could even consider waking up. So, I took the opportunity to go out for breakfast by myself. Before you judge me, Sarah rarely got up for breakfast. She would just have a cup of coffee or tea on the rare occasions she did. I went to a small cafe, actually called Le Petit Cafe, next to the hotel and enjoyed an omelette with a side of hash browns and a strong cup of coffee. After breakfast, I picked a random direction on the street and went for a walk. I went up a few blocks, took a turn, then rinse and repeat. Eventually, I got myself nice and lost. Now for the next part of the game; try to get back to the hotel without using a map. I always enjoyed doing this on the trips I had. Sarah didn’t care much for this activity. The first time we tried it, we went a bit too far and were exhausted by the time we returned. I think that turned her off from trying it again.
While trying to find my way back, I found Miss M’s again. It wasn’t on purpose, but I wouldn’t be surprised if my subconscious led me to it. Looking up, I could see the ‘OPEN’ sign blinking in the second-story window. I tried to fight it, but it was an invitation I could not resist (you can judge me for this choice). So, I opened the door and walked back up the familiar stairs and rang the familiar doorbell. An unfamiliar face answered the door. It was another good-looking young woman who had on a cute outfit. This time I was able to say that I had been here before and try to act casual about it.
She took me to a different room this time, one with a smaller table meant for a single person. The parade of beautiful women soon followed. I chose Zoe for the session. She was an average-height French-Canadian girl with pale, almost white, skin. She had shoulder-length silky black hair, protruding breasts, and a tattoo of a bright red rose on a thorny green vine on her left arm. The colour popped against her skin tone. I admired the sleeve for a couple of minutes before getting started with the massage. Zoe even offered me her arm for a closer view.
The massage itself was very much like the one from the night before. However, the tone was quite different. Instead of just grunting and heavy breathing, we talked the whole way through. We talked about our interests; it turned out that Zoe was also a gamer like me. We discussed our usual characters for Overwatch (Junkrat for me and Hanzo for her), strategies for the different levels, and preferred tanks. I was nerding out with a naked woman on top of me. I never thought this would ever happen.
For the finale, she slid between my legs. She held my cock next to her head; it reached from her lips to her eyes. The way she stroked made me think that perhaps she was a bit looser with the rules. I let her do her thing. She tightened her grip and went faster until my toes curled, and I erupted cum in three pumps. The first one reached my chest, the second one to my belly, and the third one just oozed out. She climbed up to my side and laid her head on my shoulder. With one hand still around my cock, she played with the cum for a little while. She placed her finger on the tip and then moved it away to see how long of a string she could make. After a couple of attempts, she switched to the pool on my chest and started swirling it. Our eyes met and locked for a few seconds. I almost reached up to kiss her, but she climbed off the table and got into the shower. I watched her wash herself.
Zoe then invited me to join her in the shower; it was bigger in this room. She poured the body wash into her hand and started to lather me up. She worked my chest, shoulders, and back, and told me to turn around. With more body wash, she lathered my nether regions and my legs. It was a second handjob, only soapy and not to completion. After the shower, she dried me with a towel. I got dressed while she cleaned up. I offered to help, but she told me to just sit and watch. She knew I was enjoying just watching her.
After we were done, I thanked her and walked back to the hotel. Sarah should have been up by then.
Sarah had just gotten out of bed as I entered the room. We just smiled at each other, thinking about how we broke our routine the day before. She looked well-rested, unlike her usual groggy self in the mornings. She was smiling ear to ear, and I could tell she had this whole new energy about her. It was something I hadn’t seen in years. I walked up to her, pulled her in close, kissed her on her cheek, and followed with, “You’re up!”.
“I am! And I feel great.” She walked towards the bathroom, and just before entering, she asked, “Where’d you go?”
“I got up a few hours ago, so I went out for breakfast and a long walk. I take it you slept well.”
She responded while brushing her teeth, “I did. I was exhausted. Thank you for letting me sleep in.”
I let her finish up in there while I browsed the channels on the TV.
She got dressed and sat next to me, “Last night was amazing. We should do that again.”
I didn’t need to be convinced. In fact, I was going to suggest it if she didn’t. “Yeah, it really was. What did you think of the girls?”
“I liked them both. But Allie was just so cute, I wanted to kiss her badly.” Her ear-to-ear smile was back.
“It’s not that kind of place,” I reminded her.
“I know, but a girl can wish, can’t she?”
I smiled back at her, “I never seen you like this.”
“In a foursome?” She teased.
“No, I mean like this,” I pointed at her. “You seem so happy and energetic and excited about last night.”
“It was a great night. Never in a million years would I have thought that I would be comfortable with another girl. Or be comfortable seeing another girl on top of you. But we were just in the moment, and it was amazing. I’m not saying I want a polyamorous relationship, but last night was so much fun. It’s like we’re taking a vacation from ourselves and our routine lives.”
“You’re right,” I nodded, “Let’s enjoy our vacation.”
We kissed. It was a soft and gentle kiss, one that conveyed love more than lust. Don’t forget, we had been together fifteen years, so not every kiss needed to be hot and heavy. The kiss faded and we made our way out the door. Sarah had a list of restaurants she wanted to try during the trip. She chose a chocolate dessert place called C’ChoColat, for lunch. I don’t remember what I ordered, but I remember it was too sweet and heavy, and I couldn’t finish it. Sarah really wanted to talk about the previous night during lunch, but we were in a public place, so we had to speak in vague terms. I told her multiple times that we would continue the conversation later, but she kept going on and on about it. It was embarrassing, but hilarious in hindsight.
After lunch, we walked around the neighbourhood for a while and then returned to our room. We were both eager the call the number that Sohpie gave us, but I wasn’t going to make that call in public.
The call itself was brief. Rachel, the woman who answered, informed us that she had talked to Sophie that morning and understood our situation. She also described how the session would work and what we needed to do before getting started. We agreed to meet at our hotel later in the evening. I think we discussed all that in less than two minutes, and my heart was racing the whole time.
With the evening plans confirmed, I thought it would be nice to do some more touristy activities. We spent the rest of the afternoon at the Botanical Garden. By the time we left, neither of us could take our mind off our upcoming evening with Rachel. On the way back to the hotel we stopped by a pharmacy to get some extra condoms, lubricant, a pair of scissors, disinfectant wipes, toiletries, and bottles of water and soda. Finally, a stop at the ATM to get the cash, and then back to the room. We refrained from getting alcohol because we didn’t want to risk getting too drunk and making any regretful decisions.
Back in our room, Sarah and I could hardly wait. I couldn’t tell who was more excited about it. Every now and again, our anticipation would get the better of us, and we’d jump into a heavy make-out session. Luckily we were able to stop ourselves before it went too far. When there was about an hour left before Rachel’s arrival, I went to take a shower. I came out of the bathroom in my white running shorts and black satin robe. I don’t know why they call them ‘running shorts.’ I think if I ever wore them at the gym, I’d get kicked out. While Sarah went for her shower, I took the opportunity to set up the room. The room was already clean and the bed was made, thanks to housekeeping. I set the drinks and glasses and made a refreshments table and the condoms, lubricant, scissors, wipes, and toiletries on another table. Finally, I dimmed the lights and sat back on the comfortable lounging chair. Sarah stepped out of the bathroom wearing a white babydoll with ruffles around the breasts, a sheer frilly flow that just reached below her hips, and a marabou trim. I could also see the g-string she had on underneath. Lastly, she had on a pair of white laced knee-high socks with a butterfly-shaped bow at the top. She looked stunning. It made me wonder why we never dressed up for each other back at home. She sauntered over to me, or perhaps it just felt like she was walking in slow-motion, and sat in my lap. We began to kiss again. I still remember her running her fingers across my chest and my fingers tracing her legs.
We heard the knock on the door and Sarah’s eyes lit up. She whispered for me to go and get the door. I got up, took a deep breath, and walked over to the door. I looked through the peephole and saw a woman standing on the other side. “Who is it?” I asked.
“Rachel. We talked on the phone earlier today,” she replied.
I remembered to close my robe just as I was about to open the door. “Hi,” I said to the semi-stranger. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a green blouse and was carrying a big handbag. She did seem to have her hair and makeup done. I might have watched too much porn in the past because I was expecting her to show up in just a trench coat with nothing underneath.
She walked into the room without answering and closed and locked the door behind her. “Hi,” she responded. She looked over at me and then at Sarah, who was back in the lounging chair. “Wow, you guys look like you’re ready to party.”
I let out a nervous chuckle. “Sorry, we’re a bit nervous.”
“Don’t be,” she said in a reassuring voice, “Why don’t you let me get freshened up, and I can explain everything.”
“Sure. The bathroom is right this way.” I was pointing toward the door right next to her. Then I went over and sat on the edge of the bed. Sarah and I sat in silence, looking toward the bathroom door. It felt like a long time to wait.
Finally, Rachel stepped out of the bathroom, a transformed woman. She had long flowing black hair, deep blue eyes, sun-kissed skin, and a curvy figure. She wore a red teddy that had a mesh pattern with an open underwire design that exposed her breasts and an open line in the back that revealed her ass. I guess her breasts weren’t completely exposed; she had little heart-shaped stickers on her nipples. I stood up as an instinctive response, but then my legs froze in place. She held my gaze and walked over to the refreshments table next to Sarah, grabbed a bottle of water, filled up half a glass, and took a sip. She smelled like strawberries.
Rachel leaned forward onto the bed and then climbed in on all fours. Still holding my gaze, she crawled to the middle of the king-sized bed and patted the comforter with both hands on her sides, inviting us to join her. We had a brief chat that ended with her asking, “So, how do you two want to start?”
Good thing I was already beside the bed; I could barely move. I slowly walked and lay down beside her. Sarah was still frozen in the chair. Rachel and I were looking toward Sarah, expecting her to join us.
“Why don’t the two of you start and I will join when I’m ready.”
“Are you sure?” Rachel confirmed. Her voice was less sultry and more concerned.
“I’m sure. This is just new to me, so it may take me a while to get ready.”
I looked over to Sarah, non-verbally asking if she was okay.
She nodded.
Rachel shifted her attention to me, “How do you want to start?”
I may have looked confused because before I could even answer, she was on top of me. I could feel her weight on my legs and her sharp nails on my chest. She leaned in and started kissing my neck. Her hair was in my face, and the stickers rubbed against my chest. The scent of strawberries overwhelmed my senses. My body responded on its own, wiggling in rhythm with her kisses. My fingers slowly traced her spine and found a small zipper which was shortly undone. Next, she stopped and leaned back. I could see the outfit was now hanging loosely around her body.
Rachel slid down so that she was sitting on my knees. She reached for the loose end of the bow that held my robe close. With a gentle pull, she undid the bow and unfurled my robe. As I pulled my arms out the sleeves, her lips met my chest and then started to slide down to my abdomen, to the base of my penis, making small but audible kisses along the way. I still had my shorts on so she teased me by kissing along the outline of the shaft and finally ending on the tip. My eyes glanced over to Sarah. Her eyes seemed closed, her left hand clutching her breasts, her right hand rubbing her clit, and she let out a silent moan with each breath. She was enjoying the show.
Before Rachel could go any further, I reached under her arms and pulled her back up so we were face to face. She seemed surprised at my sudden shift from a passive role to an active one. I continued on with sliding the straps on her shoulders down to her sides. She did the rest by pulling the teddy down further to her hips. I started to slowly peel the heart-shaped stickers off her nipples. She gave me a smile and a nod, allowing me to peel them off completely.
“Oh, you can just toss them.”
I was stuck under her, so I just posted the stickers onto the headboard. Her nipples were hard and pointy but felt smooth under my fingers. Next, with a manoeuvre I had practised countless times with Sarah, I reached my arm across her back, thrusting my hips upwards, and flipped her onto the bed so that now I was on top. I remember the first few times I tried it, I ended up banging Sarah’s head on the headboard or getting my hand stuck underneath her. With our positions reversed, I mimicked Rachel’s actions back on her. I started by gently kissing her neck, then moving down to each breast, circling the areola and flicking the nipple with my tongue a few times. Kissing further down, I reached for the teddy that was resting on her hips. As I grabbed the sides of the fabric, Rachel arched her hips, singling me to pull it off completely. I complied.
Sarah’s moans were getting more audible by now.
And there she was. This beautiful woman we had just met, completely naked in our bed, smiling back at me. I hoped she was enjoying the evening as much as we were.
I went back into position. Starting from the belly button and kissing further down. I reached her venus mound, her pussy lips just less than an inch from my tongue. But I knew I had to control myself. I pulled back with an, “Excuse me, I’ll be back in just a minute,” and went to the table with the condoms.
“Okay,” Rachel responded with an exhale.
I couldn’t tell if it was a sigh of relief or anticipation from the excitement. I walked over to the table with the condoms and other things. I wiped the pair of scissors with the disinfectant wipes, opened and unrolled a condom, cut off the tip and base, and then a final cut made vertically to create a dental dam. I turned around with the latex sheet in hand, hoping it might help make Rachel more comfortable with me touching her between the legs or possibly even going down on her. When I turned around, I saw my naked wife, on all fours, hovering on top of Rachel. Their lips locked, and fingers intertwined. I just stood there and admired the view for a little while. I was trying to take things slow; read Rachel’s body and see what she was comfortable with. On the other hand, Sarah went for what she wanted, which seemed to work for her.
I leaned in from the foot of the bed, placed the dental dam on Rachel’s pussy, and traced my fingers along the folds. I felt her shiver as I placed my lips upon her. I lingered for a few seconds before pulling away again. I went over to the table again, pulled down my shorts, and rolled on a condom. By now Sarah was sitting upright, her hands on Rachel’s chest, and her pussy grinding on our guest’s belly. I knelt beside them and kissed Sarah. Rachel took the opportunity to start stroking my cock. From there, we found ourselves getting into the triangle position with my mouth on Sarah’s pussy, Sarah’s mouth between Rachel’s legs, and Rachel’s lips around my cock. She was barely on there before she peeled off the condom and went back at it. Her mouth was warm and soft.
I couldn’t last much longer. “I’m cumming,” I warned her.
Rachel removed my cock from her mouth and continued stroking me with her hand. And in just a few strokes, I felt my scrotum drain as cum flew across the bed.
I pulled back to take a breath and no sooner Rachel moved her attention to Sarah. Just watching the two of them together, I felt like I had my turn and should just let them enjoy each other. So this time, I went to the chair and enjoyed the show while rehydrating.
I watched them move into a sixty-nine, then move onto kissing, and finally end with tribbing and Rachel collapsing onto Sarah. The two of them just lay in position, breathing heavily and occasionally giggling.
I offered them both a drink and leaned over to kiss Sarah.
“Do I get some of that sugar?” I heard from the other side of the bed.
Sarah ended the kiss, gave me a nod, took my hand and pulled me over to Rachel. The way she kissed was different from Sarah’s. Rachel was much more active with her tongue and did not hold back.
After a few minutes of rest, Rachel took a shower while Sarah and I stayed in bed. I got up and put on my robe when I heard the water stop running. Rachel had transformed back into the woman who first entered our room. She went over to the refreshments table and picked up a bottle of water and the envelope. She hugged me with a kiss on the cheek, then looked over at Sarah, who was still naked in bed and waved her goodbye. I walked her to the door and watched her walk down the hallway toward the elevators.
Instead of returning to bed, I went over and filled the bathtub with hot water and bubbles and got in. Sarah joined me shortly after and lay on top of me. I gently rubbed the soapy bubbles on her shoulders, arms, and breasts as she let out gentle sighs. I reached between her legs, and she pulled my hand back. The bath was relaxing. We almost fell asleep there. We got out, dried ourselves, and went straight to bed. I had a craving for strawberries.
Day Three
As usual, I woke up the next morning before Sarah. I debated what to do for my morning plans; I certainly wouldn’t mind repeating the excursion from the day before, or I could try something new, or just have a simple morning. I went with a simple morning; breakfast, a long walk, and then back to the hotel. I did stop on my way back to get a box of strawberries.
I enjoyed the box of strawberries while watching tv with no audio. They were sweet and moist. The box was almost empty by the time Sarah woke up. She asked me to save a couple for her. I set the box on her side of the bed so that she could enjoy the rest of them.
After freshening up, Sarah came out in a sundress and kissed me. “It’s so weird; I dreamt that I was enjoying strawberries last night.”
Perhaps she hadn’t picked up on Rachel’s scent as much as I did. “Yeah, I just saw these on my walk, and they looked too good to pass up. You can have the rest; they are by the bed.”
She returned to her side of the bed and picked out a strawberry. “So…,” her voice trailed off.
“Last night was fun,” I interrupted. I knew she wanted to talk about it.” I was worried that you might get upset and kick her out.”
“We’re not just taking a vacation from work; we’re taking a vacation from our regular selves, babe.”
“Babe?” She hadn’t used that word in years.
“I told you. I’m not your regular Sarah; I’m Vacation-Sarah,” she giggled. “It took me a couple of days to get it, but now I am here.”
“Oh? And how is Vacation-Sarah different from my regular Sarah?” I played along.
“Well, she uses the word ‘babe’,” her voice changed slightly. Somehow it was sexier than usual. “She is not concerned with how much things cost or what others might think. She doesn’t just stay back and imagine what-ifs. Instead, she goes after what she wants and she gets what she wants.” She started to walk towards me, “And. She. Likes. To. Please. Her. Man.” By the time she finished the sentence, she had closed the distance between us and had slid her hand inside my pants, teasing me.
I pulled her in closer for a kiss. My hand found its way to her ass and gave her a little squeeze. It was just the two of us, as husband and wife, unhindered by our usual routine-filled lives. I’m not sure when she undid my pants, but the next thing I noticed was that they were on the floor. Taking small backwards steps, Sarah reached the bed, laid back, and spread her legs. Vacation-Sarah also seemed to not care for panties. I pulled my boxers down, and the tip of my hard cock was glistening with a few drops of precum. Following Sarah’s lead, I climbed on top of her and guided myself into her. She was already wet. I pinned her hands above her head and continued to thrust inside her. I could feel her vagina tightening and pulling me in even further. Our eyes were locked onto each other. We fucked in silence, except for the occasional grunt and moan. I felt the pressure build up and continued thrusting. Her eyes widened just a second before I came inside her.
She moaned as I slowly pulled my cock from inside of her. I kissed her once again and collapsed beside her. I watched Sarah as she made her way to the bathroom, with my semen flowing down her leg. Just before she opened the door, she ran her finger along her thigh and scooped up a glob. She then winked and brought it to her lips.
“What did you want to do this afternoon?” I called out to her.
“Don’t you worry. I made some plans for us,” she called back.
“When’d you do that?”
“Yesterday morning. When you went back to the massage place.”
“What?” I was startled. How could she have known?
“Babe, your wife doesn’t always sleep late into the morning.”
I didn’t see the point in lying to her. Clearly, she had known and didn’t seem to mind. “How’d you know I went to the massage place?”
“Well, when you returned, your hair was still wet, and you smelled like coconut oil. So it was a pretty safe bet to assume where you were.”
“And you don’t mind?”
“Of course not. I want you to enjoy yourself,” she replied with a genuine smile. “Maybe we can go again tonight.”
“That’d be great. So what are the plans for this afternoon?” I asked again.
“It’s a secret,” she teased. “And you’re going to do everything I say. Think of it as punishment for having fun without me.”
“Sure.”
I assumed that we were going to go shopping. Instead, we ended up at this art gallery. A young girl was standing by the door. She couldn’t have been more than a sophomore at college. Sarah told me to stay back while she went to talk to the girl. They chatted briefly, and then Sarah called me over.
“This is Jess,” she introduced the girl to me.
“Hello, Jess.”
“And this is my husband,” she interrupted me. “He has no idea what’s going on, but he’s going to do everything we tell him. Aren’t you, hun?”
“Sure.” I was confused about what was happening. I thought she might have planned another threesome. But why in such a random place?
Jess let us into the building and locked the door behind us. We went upstairs to a big loft apartment, where another girl was setting up camera equipment. “Okay, so we’re doing a professional photo shoot for our album cover like Sarah had wanted for some time,” I thought to myself.
Jess introduced us to the other girl, Lisa. The girls were art students and were doing a photography assignment. The deal was that they got subjects for their assignment, and we got free copies of their work. They had us go over and sign a short agreement stating that we consent to have our photos taken and let Jess and Lisa use the photos for their class and portfolios. I was only slightly disappointed that this wasn’t a foursome; those girls were cute.
We started the session standing in front of a white screen. Jess and Lisa told us to do various poses as their cameras went off. The poses were the standard couples romantic photoshoot type; looking into each other’s eyes, embracing, holding hands, etc. Between the two of them, it seemed like they took about a hundred photos before Lisa told us we could relax.
Just when I thought we were done, Jess said, “Now for part two,” and started walking to the other side of the loft.
Sarah let out a small cheer and followed Jess.
I looked at Lisa and asked, “What’s going on?”
“You know,” she replied shyly, “the second part of the session.”
“Don’t tell him anything. You’ll ruin the surprise,” Sarah called from the other side.
I looked back at Lisa, and she gestured for me to go after Sarah. I complied. Sarah was sitting on the edge of a bed when I caught up to her. The bed itself was all done up, more photogenic than practical. There were about a dozen pillows of various sizes, with floral pattern covers that also matched the down comforter. The bedside tables had these tall vases on them, with vines sprouting out and going out in every direction.
“Are we doing boudoir photography now?” I asked.
“Something like that,” Sarah responded while the girls worked on setting up the lights.
I joined Sarah at the edge of the bed and waited. When Lisa and Jess were ready, they told us to climb back into the bed and undress. Sarah quickly pulled the sundress and tossed it aside. From the look on their faces, I think they might have expected us to be in our underwear. I undressed slowly. When I was down to my boxers, I asked, “These too?” While looking back and forth between Jess and Lisa.
They discussed it between themselves first and returned with, “Yes, it would be best if you matched your wife.”
Sarah was smiling ear to ear. She gave me an oogling look and whistled as I stripped off my boxer and stood with my semi-erect penis dangling between my legs. “Keep your hands off of him, girls. He’s all mine,” Sarah teased. All three of them shared a good laugh at my expense.
I got into bed with Sarah, and the girls started instructing us again regarding the poses. This time the poses were more intimate; kissing, cupping Sarah’s breasts, Sarah’s fingers around the shaft of my now fully-erect penis, etc. We complied with the instruction and made small talk to lessen the awkwardness of the situation. The girls asked us about our vacation plans and we asked about their student lives. It had been over a decade since Sarah and I had graduated, so we discussed how little things had changed. We kept this up for about fifteen minutes while their cameras continued to click away.
“Now for the really intimate ones,” Jess giggled. She was enjoying this. The first few of these photos were of my cock in Sarah’s mouth from various angles. Next, we moved into a sixty-nine position. I tried to hold back a bit on account of Jess and Lisa. However, Sarah did not hesitate. I almost came in her mouth a couple of times. For the third position, I was to kneel at the foot of the bed with Sarah’s legs dangling over the edge and insert the tip of my penis in her pussy. Jess took the photos from a distance while Lisa came in over my shoulder for close-ups. I could feel her breath on my neck. It sent a few shivers down my spine, but I was able to maintain myself.
Lisa asked me to lie beside Sarah and spread my legs for the final few pictures. She then knelt between my legs and Jess knelt between Sarah’s. My penis was still fully erect and pointing to the ceiling. Another shiver shot up and down my spine as I felt Lisa’s fingers adjust my scrotum. She even grabbed the shaft lightly and tried to straighten out the slight curve. I felt myself throbbing in her palm. While Lisa was working with me, Jess was working with Sarah, asking her to spread her pussy her various ways.
After the final shutter click, Sarah and I got up and got dressed again. It was a bit awkward for me with Sarah outright gawking at me, and Lisa trying to get a peek with side-way glances. We helped the girls clean up the place, thanked them for the session, and were on our way. Jess said that she would email us the photos in a couple of weeks. It felt like we were there for the whole afternoon when in reality only an hour or so had passed.
We spent the rest of the afternoon shopping. It was mostly window shopping but we did get a few impractical outfits that we only wore once or twice. I think I still have one of those suits in my closet. Usually, Sarah was opposed to such long walks when I suggested them, but not when it was her idea. The sun was going down by the time we were done. I suggested that we go back to our room and clean up before heading out to dinner. Sarah agreed.
My phone rang while Sarah was in the shower. It was Rachel. I instinctively started looking around the room, thinking perhaps she had forgotten something the previous night or maybe I hadn’t paid her enough. She assured me that nothing was wrong. In fact, she was wondering if we would like for her to join us again. I thought about it for a few seconds and agreed. Sarah seemed to have enjoyed the previous night with Rachel, and I knew I sure did. So, why not? When I brought up the transactional details for the evening, she surprised me by saying that she was hoping for more of a personal connection rather than a professional one. I didn’t know what she meant by that, but this time she sounded genuine. The next thing I knew, I found myself inviting her to join us for dinner. She was happy with the invitation and added she would join us at the restaurant. Sarah hadn’t noticed the phone call and I thought it would be a pleasant surprise for her.
When we got to the restaurant, Rachel was already there before us; she was at a table by herself. She looked just like any other person. Perhaps it was because I was seeing her in another light. She wore a lovely yellow dress that was not too provocative nor too modest, and she also carried a big purse, like Sarah usually did. She wasn’t just somebody for a sexual encounter. Instead, she was a whole person. I just hadn’t thought of it that way, but of course, it made sense. And we got to know her as a person during dinner.
Sarah was excited to see her, “Rachel!” She called out from the host’s podium and walked up to her, “Oh, I’m sorry, are you here with someone?”
“I was waiting for the two of you,” Rachel smiled back.
Sarah got a puzzled look on her face, “What do you mean?”
“He didn’t tell you?”
Sarah looked back at me with the puzzled look.
“You’re not the only one who can plan surprises,” I smirked back. We shared a short staring contest which ended with Sarah bursting out laughing. We joined Rachel at the table.
Sarah asked in a hushed voice if this was another encounter that I had arranged. And Rachel replied that she wanted this to be an actual date and not be on the clock. She hadn’t done this with any of her clients before, but she felt that she wanted to be with us for a bit longer. Apparently, the fact that we cared enough to have condoms readily available without her having to ask for them, the toiletries we had for her, and how we didn’t rush her to get started was a rare experience for her. She also pointed out that she liked the experience of being with us one-on-one and also as a group. Then there was also the fact that Sarah and I were already a couple, so it wasn’t like one of us was cheating on the other.
The practical part of my brain was thinking that this was some sort of sympathy act, and she would ask us for a lot of money before we left. The romantic part of my brain wanted to reach across the table and kiss her. We spent the rest of dinner talking about our pasts. We told Rachel about our regular routine lives back home and how we wanted a change so we planned this vacation. She said that she couldn’t imagine us being a boring couple based on the vacation we had planned. Rachel told us about her past. She worked as an escort because she enjoyed sex without attachments, and she had her regular day job so it wasn’t like she needed the money. The extra cash just allowed her to buy fancy dresses and go to lavish parties.
After dinner, we went for a short stroll and then back to our room for a relaxed evening. We talked late into the night, with some occasional make-out sessions between Sarah and I while Rachel watched, Rachel and I while Sarah watched, and Sarah and Rachel while I watched. Before we knew it, it was three in the morning. Sarah and I didn’t want Rachel to leave at such a time, so we asked her to spend the night with us. She happily accepted our invitation. She might have planned that all along because she had brought her toothbrush and a change of clothes with her in that big purse. She slipped down to her panties and got into bed, saying that she could never sleep completely naked. Sarah followed her lead and stripped down to her panties as well before getting into bed. I didn’t want to feel overdressed, so I too slipped off everything but my boxers and got in between them with Sarah on my right and Rachel on my left. The lights were turned off and we just slept.
Day Four
Regardless of when I go to bed, I usually wake up around the same time. I woke up before Sarah and Rachel, enjoyed the view around me for a few minutes, and then decided to get out of bed. It wasn’t easy, but I managed to climb over Sarah without completely waking her up. Then, I quietly freshened up, dressed, and went on my morning walk. I didn’t want to miss the girls waking up, so I made it a short walk and returned to the room.
I walked in on Rachel fucking my wife with a strapon. Rachel held Sarah’s arms pinned on the headboard, her breasts swaying over Sarah’s face, and her ass rhythmically thrusting in and out. Sarah was on the verge of having an orgasm. Her toes were curled, she had a half-smile while biting her lower lip, her breasts moved up and down with her short breaths, and finally, her nipples were hard and pointy. Sarah bucked with each thrust, and soon she arched her back. Rachel released Sarah’s arms and brought her body onto Sarah’s. Their lips met as Rachel continued to thrust into Sarah. The scene ended with Sarah letting out a loud moan and wrapping her arms around Rachel. Neither of them had noticed that I had returned and was watching them.
“Looks like I missed quite a party,” I joked to announce my presence.
Sarah burst into laughter.
“You shouldn’t have gone out,” Rachel teased.
The two of them hopped into the shower, and to my disappointment, I wasn’t invited. However, they reemerged an hour later, giggling at each other, and suggested that we all go out for breakfast at Cora. As we made our way down the road, I noticed Sarah was walking strangely. Every few seconds she would take a sharp breath and a short step. She even stopped a couple of times to take a deep breath before continuing walking. Sarah continued to act strangely during breakfast. She was wiggling in her chair, her voice would go up randomly, and a slight buzzing noise emanated from her. Rachel handed me a small pink remote control before our food arrived. It only had two buttons. And it finally made sense. Sarah had a look of ecstasy upon her, and eyes darted back and forth between Rachel and me. I pressed the buttons in random order and watched Sarah go from wiggling in her chair to tensing up to relaxing, and so forth. It was one of the most exciting breakfast experiences I have ever had.
Rachel suggested that we go to Oka beach again, and this time we follow through with our original plan. It was another pleasant drive to the beach. When we were out on the open road, Sarah reached into her pants and took out the vibrator. She then passed it to Rachel, who reached under her skirt and into her panties and inserted it in her pussy. Now it was Sarah’s turn to play with Rachel. Sarah was merciless. She turned the vibrator on full blast and watched Rachel squirm and moan in the backseat. When we got to Oka National Park, Rachel directed us through a different route. We ended up at another part of the beach.
From there, it was a short walk to the clothing-optional section. We found a secluded spot to lay our towels and shed our clothes. Somewhere over the past few days, we had also shed our nervousness regarding public nudity. Sarah was completely naked and burrowing her toes in the sand before I could even take my shirt off. Rachel was lying on her belly, with Sarah straddling her back and applying sunscreen. Sarah made a show of it. Gliding her breasts across Rachel’s shoulders. Sarah then turned around to work on Rachel’s lower half. She paid ample attention to Rachel’s thighs and ass. Rachel spread her legs wider to invite Sarah in. Sarah’s fingers accepted the invitation and continued to tease Rachel. I enjoyed the view and waited for my turn. My excitement for the scene in front of me was clearly visible.
A few times some random guy would walk past us as the girls worked on each other. A couple of them asked if they could join us and “even out the group” (as one of them mentioned), and luckily they walked away with a single rejection.
After Rachel finished lathering Sarah, they turned their attention to me. Without any hesitation or warning, Sarah kneeled over my face. My tongue reached out to lick her lips instinctively. I felt a pair of hands work my thighs while another reached for my cock. With the morning I had, I wasn’t able to last long. As soon as I felt the tension build up, it shot out of me in three pumps.
We spent the rest of the afternoon at the beach. The three of us went for a walk and a swim. We even had a few spectators when the girls played with each other. It was a fun and relaxing afternoon, and it wouldn’t have been possible without Rachel. We started to make our way back as the sun was beginning to go down. On the way to the hotel, we stopped at Rachel’s apartment so she could grab a change of clothes. That evening we ordered room service and enjoyed a bottle of wine with our dinner. Post-dinner talk led to more drinking, which led to kissing and undressing.
Before we could get started, Sarah moved to the lounging chair and said, “I want to watch the two of you again.”
“You like to watch your husband with another woman?” Rachel teased.
“Not just any woman.”
Rachel led me by the hand to the foot of the bed and sat in front of me. She unbuckled my pants, pulled them down, and kissed the tip. Then, looking over at Sarah, she asked, “Can the right woman do this?”
Sarah grinned and nodded.
I felt as if this was a moment between the two of them, and I was just along for the ride as a toy. Next, Rachel started to unbutton my shirt while maintaining eye contact with Sarah. I pulled off my shirt and kicked off my socks. I wanted to make my presence known in the scene. So, I pulled up Rachel and slid down her skirt. I kissed her on her bare pussy before standing back up. She had pulled off her top and stood naked in front of me. Her eyes were on me now. I climbed into bed and on top of Rachel. My lips were on hers, with my cock gliding across her thigh as we kissed.
I could hear Sarah moaning from the chair. I knew she was fingering herself as she watched us.
I kissed my way down Rachel’s body. I traced my lips from her neck to her breasts and then down to her navel. At this point, I started to tease her by very slowly continuing down to just above her clit. She arched her back and let out a short sharp squeal. She wanted me to place my lips upon hers and thrust my tongue in her, but I wasn’t ready to just give her what she wanted. Instead, I jumped down to her left knee and started kissing my way up her inner thigh. As I approached her bikini line, I slowly glided across to her right leg, with my lips lightly grazing her pussy.
I could hear heavy breathing. Perhaps it was Rachel, or perhaps it was Sarah. Maybe it was the both of them.
By now, I had teased Rachel enough. Her wetness was visible to the naked eye. I gave her nether lips a long and gentle kiss and then pulled her to the foot of the bed. I was about to go get a condom from the bedside table, but her eyes caught mine, and she froze me in place. I don’t know how she knew what I was thinking, but she shook her head ‘no’ and inched her hips closer to my cock. I placed my hands on her hips and guided myself into her. She was tighter than Sarah, but I could feel her vagina trying to pull me in like Sarah’s. I started by fucking her slowly, and she moved in rhythm with my thrusts. Just as we reached the perfect rhythm, I pushed myself as deep as I could go and stayed. I could feel myself pulsating inside Rachel as her inner warmth trying to swallow me further. Next, I placed my hands on her breasts, with her nipples poking out between my fingers. It was a bit of a stretch, but I was able to lean forward and flick her nipples with my tongue. Rachel let out a sharp short exhale each time I did so.
Sarah couldn’t just watch anymore. She stripped naked and joined us on the bed. She kneeled on top of Rachel with her pussy on top of Rachel’s lips. As Sarah settled on top of Rachel and Rachel worked her tongue between Sarah’s legs, I leaned forward and kissed my wife while I was still inside Rachel. We maintained this scene for several minutes before Sarah decided she wanted more and repositioned herself on all fours. She was still on top of Rachel, but now her ass was towards me, and her lips were aligned with Rachel’s. They were so close, but they did not kiss. Instead, it was more of a staring contest between the two of them. I gently pulled myself out of Rachel and glided into Sarah.
From the feel of it, Sarah had already had an orgasm or two just by watching us. As I started to fuck Sarah, Rachel began to tease her nipples with her fingers. Next, Rachel climbed a bit higher in the bed and pulled down Sarah’s head between her legs. It was now Sarah’s turn to reciprocate. I felt the familiar knot in my stomach, which travelled down to my testicles and turned into a tingling sensation. From there, the pressure began to build up along the shaft and erupted inside Sarah. Even after being completely drained, I stayed inside Sarah for a few minutes and savoured the scene. When I finally pulled out, my cum dripped out of her pussy and onto Rachel’s foot. Rachel and Sarah traded places as I went to the chair to catch my breath. It soon became apparent to me that Rachel was trying to suck my cum out of Sarah. Perhaps she wanted to taste it for herself. Finally, Rachel came up and lay beside Sarah. Their breasts heaved up and down with their heavy breaths.
We had spent the past hour or so without any words, and now the silence had caught up to us.
“Well, that was certainly interesting,” Sarah was the first to speak.
“No kidding,” Rachel replied with a stretch and a yawn. She was already getting sleepy. “I wish you guys didn’t have to leave tomorrow.”
“We do, don’t we?” Sarah echoed the sentiment as she looked at me.
“Unfortunately, we do,” I confirmed. “By this time tomorrow, we’ll be back to our regular boring lives.”
“But this time with some wonderful memories,” added Sarah as she gave Rachel a quick kiss.
By now, we were all exhausted. Rachel and Sarah could barely keep their eyes open. So, I climbed in between them and closed my eyes.
I awoke a few times in the middle of the night and felt either Sarah’s or Rachel’s hand gently stroking my cock. She didn’t want to make me cum again, just tease me enough to get me at attention.
Day Five
The three of us spent the morning in bed. We were all feeling a bit depressed since Sarah and I would be saying goodbye to Rachel in the afternoon, but we just avoided the topic. We ordered room service and enjoyed breakfast in the buff. Rachel poured her whipped cream maple syrup on Sarah’s breasts and licked it off her.
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At noon we took a shower together and packed up again. Finally, we checked out of the hotel, said our goodbyes, and called an Uber to take us to the airport.
We met up with Rachel a few more times on other trips, and she even came to visit us once. But those are stories for another day.