Story

After the events of the evening with Christine at our beach resort holiday in Thailand we had all collapsed in a tangle of bodies and slept that deep sound sleep brought about after the release of so much sexual energy.

Early in the morning I had awoken and gently disengaging myself from the two women, their bodies draped around mine, woke Angie. We quietly climbed out of the bed, went out to the patio to be greeted by the dawn, retrieved our clothes cast off with such abandon the night before, quickly dressed and retreated to our own bungalow where we talked about what an incredibly lustful and wanton experience it had been. The conversation became so erotic, better than any XXX DVD, turning us on so that we were overwhelmed with lust for each other. Not able to resist our feelings we made love powerfully, both of us relishing each other and the memories of the previous night, our climaxes shattering, both of us drained by the expulsion of so much sexual energy.

Some time later we had a late breakfast and set off on a quick sightseeing tour. During the tour I quietly observed Angelina, trying to gauge her reaction to the events of the previous night. To my surprise, she was chirpy and happy, and seemed to be possessed of a new found sexual confidence, seemingly stemming from both the events of the previous night and the way in which our sharing of it had aroused us again so much in the morning.

This was borne out when after checking out of the resort and making our way to the airport, we encountered Christine at the check in counter.
"Hello, you two sexy beasts" she laughed. "Sleep well?" "Beautifully, thank you," responded Angelina. "And thank you again for a wonderful experience last night. You'll never guess what we did this morning!!! It was all so fabulous and I guess I never knew I had it in me." "It was in you alright," Christine smiled, winking at me.

We chatted for a while exchanging contact details and promising to keep in touch and then it was time to board our flight back to humdrum reality. We said our goodbyes, exchanging peck kisses on both cheeks in the European fashion. As we were passing through the security gate to the boarding lounge, Christine called out, "Just remember what I said about what Nature creates and Man inhibits." With another laugh, Christine turned and headed off in the direction of her own departure lounge.

On the flight home we discussed the adventure we had just experienced. We both agreed that the spontaneity of the experience with Christine, and that with Claude and Simone, was what had made them so exciting and that in the future, whilst not pursuing adventures, if the opportunity came our way, and we were both comfortable and in agreement, we would let Nature take its course, so to speak.

Reality beckoned on our return and we returned to our normal lives, although the sex we had during our times together was certainly enhanced by our shared memories. I also noticed that Angelina seemed to have gained a greater degree of sexual confidence and on occasions even initiated the fantasy story telling we used from time to time in our lovemaking.

Hours and weeks of grind ensured that we were ready for another battery recharge. We decided that we would go to one of the many golf resorts that dot South East Asia, many of which also have day spas to pamper the women, whilst the men hack their way around some of the most beautiful golf courses in the world.

We selected our resort and decided that a weekend stay followed by a leisurely return on the Monday would be the most relaxing. A short flight and trip from the airport meant that we arrived at the resort mid-morning on the Saturday. I checked with the pro-shop and discovered that it would be possible to get in eighteen holes that afternoon, but as a single I would most likely have to partner another golf "orphan" like myself. Angie booked herself in to a long afternoon of being spoilt with facials, massage, body rubs and all those things that women can spend hours doing to make themselves even more attractive to us.

After a quick bite of lunch I headed off to the pro shop for my game. The green fees included the use of a buggy and a caddy and I hired a set of almost new Ping clubs, vastly superior to my ability, but welcome nonetheless. I was introduced to my partner, Duncan MacAlister, a tall, good looking distinguished fellow, who I guessed was around my age. He too was equipped with a buggy and caddy, so off we went to the first tee.

Duncan proved to be a most entertaining golf partner. Not only was he a very good golfer and able to give me several tips that helped improve my game no end, he was also a witty and charming companion. During the course of the game I discovered that he was a widower, his wife passing away some two years previously. They had been married for thirty five years, having met and fallen in love whilst they were still both at University. Since her death he had immersed himself in his work as a project engineer for one of the many oil and gas companies operating in the region. He confessed that apart from one or two other partners prior to meeting his wife he had never experienced anyone else in all the time he and his wife were married, nor in the two years since. I found this astounding, and pointed out that surely in the time since his wife had died he must have been tempted. He admitted that there had been times when he had been attracted to women, however after such a long time "out of the game", he felt unsure and uncertain about how to develop a relationship. Again I was somewhat astounded, as apart from all of his other qualities, he was someone who I considered would be very attractive to the ladies and that rather than having to approach them, he would be fighting them off with a stick!

At the end of the round we adjourned to the bar to quench our hard earned thirst and whilst chatting asked if he was doing anything that evening, and if not, would he care to join Angie and I for dinner.

"I would be delighted!" Duncan exclaimed, "See you at, say eight o'clock?" "It's a deal," I replied.

When I got back to our room, Angie was already showered and dressed ready to go to dinner. Whilst I took a quick shower and shaved I explained how I had met Duncan and had asked him to join us for dinner. I also told her what little I knew of Duncan and how he was not only a great golfer, but a very interesting man as well.

"Great, he sounds like a really nice fellow."

"He is, I know you are going to like him"

We met Duncan at the entrance to the restaurant and I introduced him to Angie. "My, what a beautiful wife you have, Malcolm." Duncan exuded charm. "You are a very lucky fellow!"

As I had expected the evening was a great one, with a lot of laughs and interesting conversation. At one point, when Angelina had excused herself to go to the washroom, Duncan turned to me and said "You really a lucky man, Angie is wonderful. I envy you." "Thanks Duncan, I agree, she is something special." "You know, and I hope you won't be offended by what I am about to say, but if I could meet a lady like that, I am sure my interest in the opposite sex would be fully restored, if you know what I mean!" "Offended, I am flattered and I know Angie would be as well."

As we were all a little tired after playing golf and, in Angie's case, being pampered, we decided to have an early night, but not before Duncan and I had agreed to play another round of golf the next day.

As Angie and I lay cuddling in our bed I told her what Duncan had said about her being able to restore his libido. "Did he really? Well he's not that bad himself. In fact he is quite a hunk and would be a good catch for any girl." Thinking of the compliments Duncan had made about her clearly had an effect for as tired as we were, Angie almost attacked me, and experienced a very intense and satisfying orgasm. Perhaps my darling found the fantasy of Duncan joining in to make love to her at the same time as me hard to resist!

After a good night's sleep and a leisurely breakfast, I met up with Duncan and we played another very enjoyable round of golf during which I suggested that he might like to join us for dinner again that night. "Absolutely, I enjoyed every minute of last night and if it means I get to spend some more time in the company of that gorgeous wife of yours…" he smiled and winked.

"What about we meet at the bar and have a have a drink before hand at say, around seven?" "Sounds good to me!" Duncan replied.

On returning to our room, I let Angie know of the arrangements. "Excellent, I am ready for a drink and it's always nice to spend time with someone who thinks so much of me…" Angie smiled seductively. "Only joking," she explained. "You shouldn't be, Duncan couldn't stop talking about you this afternoon, so maybe he does."

It was at this point that I decided to broach an idea that had been growing in my mind since I had met Duncan the previous day and even more so after Angie had almost raped me the night before. Though Angie and I had shared a couple of very erotic experiences, including one with another couple, I knew what her favourite fantasy was.

"Hey darling, you know how we sometimes fantasise about having another man join us?"
"Yes, and…"

"Well, Duncan is clearly impressed with you and you seem impressed with him, so why don't we…?"

"…ask him to join us?" Angie finished my question for me.

"Exactly!"

"No, no, no, what if he wasn't interested and, well, there is a big difference between our fantasy and reality."

"He'll be interested, it has been a long time between drinks for him and let's face it, who could resist you?"

"But how, I can hardly walk up to him and say, 'Hi Duncan, do you fancy fucking me?"

"Well, you could, but I had something more subtle in mind."

"Such as…?"

"What if we asked him to help us out by playing voyeur to our exhibitionism?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, what if I said to him that he would be doing us an enormous favour by watching us make love. Then, once he is there in the room with us, I am sure that nature will take its course, and at an appropriate point we invite him to join us."

"You mean that we sort of seduce him?"

"I guess you could call it that."

"Do you think he would do it?" "We can only ask," I replied. "Oh no, what's this "We" business? You ask!" Angie exclaimed, "There is no way I could!"

"OK, after we finish dinner, say that you are a little weary and that you are heading back to the room. When you get there put on your sexy black negligee and hop into bed. Also, arrange the lighting in the room so that it is soft and seductive and move the armchair over to the corner so that it has a good view of the bed. When you leave I will bring the subject up with Duncan. If he accepts, great, if he doesn't then at least you will be in bed wearing that sexy outfit, with the lights down low, waiting for me!"

"Alright, but if he is not interested then don't force the issue." "Would I do that?" I asked raising my eyebrows in mock surprise.
With the plan settled, we went down to the bar and met Duncan. After a couple of pre-dinner drinks, we took our table in the restaurant. The evening flew by and if anything was more enjoyable for us, enhanced by the sense of anticipation of what might yet be to come.

We had finished our meal and were lingering over the last of the wine, when on cue Angie turned to Duncan and I and said "I am feeling a little tipsy after all that wine. It has gone straight to my head. Would you both mind if I took myself off to bed?" "Absolutely not", we both chorused.

"Hey Duncan, why don't we have a nightcap at the bar?"

"That's OK with me if it is alright with you. Do you mind Angie?" "Not at all, but just don't be too long Darling," Angie said with a knowing smile.

As Angie walked out of the restaurant, her hips swinging ever so slightly, I noticed Duncan's gaze follow her. He was clearly very attracted to Angie.

As we sat at the bar sipping our nightcap, and chatting about this and that, I waited until there was a pause in the conversation. "You are attracted to Angie, aren't you?" Duncan smiled with just a hint of embarrassment, "You caught me looking, didn't you," he laughed.

"Hey, it's not a problem for me. In fact, I'm flattered that you are attracted to my wife."

I turned to Duncan and looked closely at him. "You know, there is something, a favour that I, no we, would like to ask of you. If it is not to your liking please don't feel bad about saying no."

"What is it?"

"Well I am not going to beat around the bush, so I am going to come straight out and tell you what it is. Angie and I have often wondered what it would be like to have someone watch us while we make love. We could only do it with someone that we liked and trusted and you fit the bill on both counts. I don't know about you, but we feel that even though we have only known each other for a couple of days, that we are already firm friends."

"I feel the same way, but…, are you sure that Angie wants to do this?"

"Absolutely, it was her idea," I said, somewhat stretching the truth.

"What would I have to do?" "To be honest we are not sure of that either, but I guess if you were just to make yourself comfortable and just be there while we are… you know. And by getting yourself comfortable I mean, you know, you can get naked as well. I think that would all help the atmosphere."

Duncan sat still for a moment and I could tell he was thinking about our proposition.

"Why the hell not! It has been a long time since I have had any sexual excitement and this should be a real adventure."

"Good, I am glad you want to be part of our fun. Angelina should be ready for us by now, so let's finish the drinks and head up to our room."
When we got to the room Angie had arranged things beautifully. The lighting was down low so that there was a soft glow over the bed, with the rest of the room barely lit. The armchair had been strategically placed so that Duncan could sit and watch the bed without being obvious, yet so that we could still see him. Angie was already in the bed with the covers somewhat modestly drawn up, however I could tell from the visible shoulder straps that she was wearing one of our favourite negligees, a short sheer black number that allowed her breasts to be seen and finished just above her shaven pussy.

There was a moment of awkward silence when Duncan and I entered the room, so I quickly said, "Darling, isn't it great? Duncan has said he will help us out bringing our fantasy to reality." Actually what Duncan didn't know was that our real fantasy involved him being a very important part of the action.

I then turned to Duncan, "Why don't you make yourself comfortable and sit in the armchair over there, while I make myself comfortable here with Angelina? And I mean, make yourself really comfortable," winking at Duncan.

Duncan was quite a bit bigger than I was, not in the x rated movie type big mould, but big enough that this was going to be a very interesting night!

As I climbed into bed and slid under the covers I ran my hand across Angie's breasts. Her nipples were already hard and I moved my mouth to hers, our tongues snaking out and entwining in a deep, passionate kiss. We spent some time this way, as French kissing is one of my darling's favourite activities, and as we did so I allowed my hands to roam over her body gently tweaking her nipples, and caressing her, occasionally slipping down to run one finger through her wet slit.

By now I could hear Duncan moving in his chair and sneaking a peek I noticed that he was stroking his erect cock, watching us intently as he did so. It was time to lift the tempo, so I pulled back the covers revealing Angie's semi-naked body to his view. I moved her around so that Duncan was able to get a clear view of her pussy. Angie's first reaction was to keep her legs together obviously experiencing some embarrassment. I gently pried her thighs apart so that he could see her wet pussy properly, and after some initial resistance, she sighed with acceptance and opened her legs wide.

I then released her breasts from the constraints of the sheer negligee, kissing them, alternating from one to the other, sucking her nipples and caressing her body, teasing her by slipping one finger along the length of her wet quim. Moving my way down her body, I spread her legs wide apart, ensuring that Duncan was able to get a good look at Angie's pussy before moving around so that I lay between her legs, my tongue delving into her wet slippery cunt, my tongue flicking over her clit. Angie moaned, her hips bucking, pushing her mound into my face to meet the thrusts of my tongue into her. I was using my tongue like a cock, fucking her pussy, poking in and out in a steady rhythm, my mouth clasped over the whole of her pussy creating a suction on her clit.

Above Angie's moans and cries of pleasure, I could hear that Duncan had increased the tempo of the stroking of his cock, his breathing becoming louder as his excitement at watching us rose. I did not want him to cum yet, I wanted that to happen later, so I decided it was time to see if our "seduction" of him had succeeded.

Lifting my head away from between my wife's thighs, I called out, "Duncan, come over here and help me out. Angie needs a cock to suck on." He needed no second invitation. Within a moment he was kneeling alongside Angie's face, his large, thick cock bobbing and swaying in front of her. Realizing that she would be distracted if I continued to suck her, I moved away and lay alongside her.

I watched in fascination as Angie placed both her hands around Duncan's shaft and slowly and sensuously poked the tip of her tongue out, capturing the tiny bead of pre-cum seeping from the slit of his cock. With her eyes closed and a look of erotic pleasure on her face she licked the droplet of dew from his cock and sucked it back into her mouth, savoring the taste of him. Duncan groaned with pleasure, his eyes shut and head thrown back. Suddenly with an almost animal grunt, Angie rolled onto her side and fiercely shoved his shaft into her mouth sucking hard on him. He whimpered with pleasure as my darling's exquisite mouth performed her magic on him, alternately licking and sucking his cock, her tongue running up and down his shaft, sucking his balls and then engulfing as much of cock in her mouth as she could fit without choking.
My own arousal was incredible, my cock was hard and pressed into Angie's back as I lay behind her, watching the incredibly lustful and erotic display taking place just inches from my face. I put my hand between her legs and was astonished to find that her wetness had spread so much that the top of the inside of her thighs was now slippery with her juices as was the valley created by her beautiful bottom.

Wanting to savour and enjoy the moment I resisted the urge to plunge my cock into Angie. Instead I moved around to the foot of the bed and sat watching as the two of them became lost in the reverie of her artful cock-sucking.

I could tell that Duncan was getting close to cumming, his ball sac tight and his cock head straining as his erection swelled under Angelina's artful ministrations. "Duncan, why don't you fuck her now? She is ready!" Duncan slowly opened his eyes and looked at me with a slight smile of pleasure. He moved around and as he did so, Angie rolled onto her back, spreading her legs and offering her wet quim up to him. I moved again so that I could watch, fascinated, as he slid his long, thick cock into her. Angie whimpered in pleasure as his cock filled her pussy. Duncan began slowly thrusting in and out, drawing his cock almost all the way out, before plunging it back in. Grasping Angie's legs he lifted them so that they were spread wide and pushed them back so that I could clearly see all that was happening. His cock was glistening with pussy juice, and as with each stroke he withdrew from her I could see her lips being pulled out and I knew that she was gripping him with her vaginal muscles.

By now I knew that I had to find some release for my own sexual tension. "Stop for a moment. Angie, kneel on the edge of the bed and let Duncan fuck you from behind while you suck my cock." Quickly we all changed our positions, me on my back, cock rigid and pointing skyward, Angie kneeling over me, her mouth around my cockhead. Duncan moved around behind her and with a groan of pleasure from him, and a grunt of delight from Angie, he entered her once more.

By now we had all reached a point where all we wanted was the release that a shattering orgasm would provide. I was determined however to wait until Angie had climaxed and Duncan had filled her with his hot, creamy spunk before I came myself.

I didn't have long to wait. Duncan increased his tempo, slamming his cock hard into Angie, his balls slapping at her clit. Angie collapsed against me, her breasts crushed against my stomach, eyes screwed shut as her climax built, and all thought of sucking my cock gone as she focused on the sensations Duncan's cock was creating in her cunt.

Angie started to wail, "Keep going, keep going! Fuck me, fuck me!" And then as her orgasm hit her, "Cumming, I'm cumming", she shrieked. This was enough to trigger Duncan and with a loud groan, his hands gripping Angie's hips, he emptied his cock into her. As he did so, Angie pressed herself hard against me, her fingers gripping my arms, her pussy contracting around Duncan's cock milking him as her body convulsed with orgasmic aftershocks, his cock flooding her.

As his climaxed finished, Duncan withdrew his cock, still turgid and semi erect, coated in a mixture of his own and Angie's juices, and fell onto the bed along side of us. I pulled Angie up and toward me, my mouth fastening onto hers, our tongues entwined. As I did so, Angie mounted my cock and for the first time I fucked her while her pussy was full of another man's cum. Her pussy was so incredibly wet and hot and the erotic knowledge she had been well and truly fucked by another man meant that it was only a moment before I too erupted into her, my juices combining with theirs.

As soon as my orgasm had passed Angie rolled off me, panting and breathing hard from the intensity of her orgasm. The three of us lay there for a moment, silent, catching our breath. After a moment or two Angie slid down so that her head was level with both of our cocks and proceeded to alternately suck and lick every drop of pussy juice and cum off our still twitching cocks. My eyes had been shut and I slowly opened them to look across at Duncan, who lay on his back with his eyes closed as once more my beautiful wife's mouth caressed his member.

After having made sure that she had licked and sucked up every bit of cream from us, she moved back up the bed and lay quietly between Duncan and me. None of us spoke. I think that we were just too overawed by the experience we had just been through. In fact, within moments we all fell asleep, the combination of the day's events, good wine and fantastic sex allowing us to drift off seamlessly.

At some point during the night Duncan must have awoken and quietly gotten dressed and returned to his own room. I awoke in the early morning to find Angie looking lovingly at me, a beautiful smile on her face. "I love you. Last night was the most wonderful experience, one I will never forget. Thank you for letting my fantasy happen."

The Golf Weekend

Curious couple

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Thu, 25th March, 2010

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