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As Frank felt the jet’s wheels touch down on the runway, he felt a surge of energy through his veins. He had been on the road for four days, overseeing the installation of a client’s IT network. But on this Thursday evening, Frank’s mind wandered toward the weekend; he and his wife Lauren were headed to a weekend swinger’s retreat on a ranch outside of town. It had been months since they had gotten away for some fun. Their kids were finally out of the house and now their careers had taken priority. Lauren’s career as a realtor was surging ahead and times were good. He and Lauren had been in and out of the swinger lifestyle for years and they had decided weeks ago to jump back into the fun.
After claiming his luggage and getting his car, Frank’s mind continued to wander about the upcoming weekend. He found himself really looking forward to seeing Lauren get ravished by both men and women. Frank loved her curves and long, silky chestnut hair. He loved watching heads turn when she entered a room. Lauren’s sexy and playful nature, combined with her skillset acquired from years of experience, made her a favorite among their swinger friends.
As he pulled into the driveway at home, he noticed a strange car parked in front of the house. That’s odd, he thought. He didn’t remember Lauren saying there would be someone at the house when he got home. He thought it must belong to some friend of hers who had stopped by.
He walked in the house, leaving his suitcase in the entry. “Lauren?” he called. No response. He walked through the living room to the kitchen and saw nothing. He decided to head upstairs to the bedroom. Maybe she’s sleeping, he thought.
As he approached the door to the master bedroom, he heard a breathless “Yes!” come from a female whose voice he didn’t recognize. Frank’s heart pounded through his chest. Is she cheating on me? he thought. He walked faster toward the door and opened it quietly, peering inside. He saw a young blonde whose eyes were closed and lips parted as she heaved with excitement. She had lovely, firm breasts and the longest legs he’d ever seen – spread wide with what appeared to be his wife’s head bobbing between those legs, eating this girl’s pussy with reckless abandon.
The blonde opened her eyes and gasped. Lauren stopped to look up at her. Seeing the shocked look on her face, she turned around to see her husband, standing in the doorway looking shocked, but with a smile on his face.
“Frank!” she exclaimed as she jumped up and hurried toward him. “I guess I lost track of time,” she said nervously. “This is my friend Layla,” she gestured toward the girl. “We work together,” she added.
Frank waved to Layla. She gestured back. Lauren reached for Frank’s hand, “I invited Layla to come with us this weekend. We decided to have a little fun beforehand, and we hoped you would join us when you got home. So…what do you think?” she asked with a sexy smile.
He found himself speechless at first. He certainly didn’t expect a threesome right now, but he certainly wasn’t going to turn this down. Fuck no, he thought. I’m the luckiest motherfucker alive.
“Let me hop in the shower real quick,” he said. I feel grimy from traveling.
He kicked off his shoes and threw his jacket on the back of a nearby chair, taking a quick glance of the womens’ bras and panties scattered on the floor. He turned on the shower and got undressed as he waited for the water to get warm. He stepped inside and let the water run down his head, face and back, trying to process what had just happened. He was lost in his fantasy as he felt a soft hand sliding up and down the shaft of his growing cock.
He opened his eyes and saw Layla smiling at him. She stroked his cock slowly.
“Mind if I join you?” she asked.
“N-n-no. Not at all,” he uncharacteristically stuttered.
He moved over to let her share the warm water. He noticed her nipples hardening as the water ran down on them. He reached up and cupped one breast as she stepped closer to him and began kissing him. She was damn near the same height as he was and they could look each other in the eye. Lauren was a good six inches shorter, he figured.
His cock raged harder and Layla turned him around to face the back of the shower. She moved in front of him to sit down on the tile bench. He moved the shower head away from her so she could breathe. He knew what she was going to do. She looked up at him, big blue eyes framed with slightly smudged eyeliner. She took his full erection in her mouth, slowly sliding his cock to the back of her throat.
Frank braced himself against the shower wall. Layla showed herself to be quite proficient at giving head. As she licked the head and stroked the shaft, she ran her finger along the crack of his ass. Frank spread his legs wider. Layla played with his asshole then gently slipped a finger inside, moving toward his prostate.
Oh, Christ, he thought. He wanted this feeling to last as long as possible. But damn, this girl is good. His breath quickened as she probed his ass. He wasn’t going to hold on much longer. He hadn’t jacked off in days due to sheer fatigue from working, and he could feel his climax build stronger.
“Fuck,” he groaned as he released his load in her mouth. She swallowed and stroked as he worked through his orgasm before slowing down and finally releasing his cock.
“Yummy,” was all she said as she stood up and wrapped her arms around his neck. He felt her nipples still hard against his chest. He hugged her back and let his hands fall down to grab her ass.
“Mind if I clean up?” she asked.
“Not at all,” he answered. “That was fucking amazing,” he added.
“Yeah, it was. Lauren and I have known each other for a while,” she said. “We get along so well and we’ve been talking a little during lunch breaks and such and it just sort of came out that we were both swingers,” she added.
“That’s right,” Lauren said as she walked in the bathroom, holding three empty wine glasses and a bottle of Chianti. She poured the wine into each glass as Frank wrapped a towel around himself and Layla examined the shampoo bottles in the shower.
“I hope you don’t mind that I brought her home for the weekend,” Lauren said coyly.
“Hell, no, I don’t mind,” he replied.
Layla finished rinsing her hair and stepped out of the shower to towel off. As he sipped his wine, he took some time to admire his wife’s hot friend. He guessed her to be about 35, although there was no way in hell he was going to ask her. She had a great ass and those legs…Frank had to ask.
“How tall are you?”
“Five-eleven,” she replied. “How ‘bout you?”
“Do you have a t-shirt or something I could borrow?” she asked sheepishly. “My weekend bag is still in the car, and Lauren and I kind of got carried away before I could bring anything in.”
“I’ll say,” he grinned. “Here you go,” he said as he handed her a t-shirt.
She pulled it over her wet ringlets and followed Frank, who was still wearing a towel, to the living room where they found Lauren in the kitchen, wearing a negligee and cutting up some fruit.
“I thought you two might need re-hydrating,” she said with a laugh. “How are you feeling?” she asked, seemingly to no one in particular.
“I think we’re good,” he said as he smiled knowingly at Layla. He caught a quick glance of her ass cheeks peeking out from underneath the red t-shirt he loaned her. She looks better in that thing than I do, he thought.
The trio talked and laughed as they enjoyed their wine and fruit. Frank learned that Layla had recently received her realtor’s license. Lauren was assigned to be her mentor and the two just hit it off. After hearing a couple of stories about Layla’s recent clients from hell, and how Lauren stepped in to help save the deal, Frank remembered Lauren telling him about her. He just didn’t realize how…close…they had become.
“We went to a happy hour about two weeks ago,” Lauren began. “Everyone else had left and it was just the two of us still talking. I guess I just let my guard down and asked Layla if she was dating anyone, and what she liked in bed. Guess my filter just fell off,” she continued. “I’m so glad I did because then I would have missed this.” She walked over to Layla and began kissing her.
“God, you taste great on both ends,” she said.
Lauren reached out her arm and drew Frank into their embrace. She started kissing him while Layla kissed Frank’s neck. His hand slid down Layla’s back and reached underneath that t-shirt and grabbed her ass. His cock grew hard and he wanted to fuck Layla bad. He wanted to fuck his wife too, but he was really hoping to get between Layla’s long legs.
(To be continued)