Straight Female / 36
My best friend Bri, who've I've know since we were five, and I took a vacation together. We've both been married for over ten years and were each other's maid of honor. She grew up three doors down from me and we now live two streets over. Our husbands got to know each other well and are now pretty good friends as well. We both have good solid marriages with three kids for her and two for me. We have the usual minor problems of most couples with money, time, attention, sex, or lack thereof and the pressures of everyday life. She had been talking for two years about us going away together just the two of us. At first it was for a weekend in NY or Boston, then a week long cruise and it eventually became a fourteen day trip to Jamaica. Our husbands were wonderful about it and although they were worried we were going alone we promised to be careful.
Well things were great. It was like we were in our twenties again, hitting the beach or the pool, drinking every night til we staggered back to our room and even dancing with and flirting with some guys.
On our fourth night, Bri invited an Englishman back to our room. I was asking her what she was doing all the way back. I tried to talk her into sending him off but she insisted it was ok, we were just going to get to know him. Well lots more booze and a lot of sex chatter later and she was kissing him. I was drunk and pretty much just laughing but they got serious. He had his dick out laughing and trying to get us to touch it. Out of nowhere to my embarrassment, she pulled off her bottoms and slid right onto him. She was on his lap screwing him with no protection while I watched nervously hiding my face. They went at it until they finished. I mean Bri rode this guy like she was possessed. He tried to get me involved but I didn't. He left afterward.
All the next day Bri tried to explain herself and tried to down play it down and tried to talk me into cheating too. She confessed that she wanted to have sex with a few more guys before we went home because this was probably her last chance to do so. A lot of talk later and I confessed to having fantasied about having sex with other guys but resisted agreeing to actually do it. All I heard was please please, we have too, we'll never have another chance like this again, and let's just pretend we're single for a few days then go home to our lives and leave it all behind. She confessed that this was what she had wanted the whole time. A sex trip just me and her, single again, free to fuck our brains out. She finally convinced me to at least support her when she told me she needed me to go along. She had tears in her eyes and I agreed.
That night her English friend showed up with his black friend who I admitted to Bri that I found attractive. I didn't want to get too close but I played along. She was close with her guy and my guy was getting handsie with me which I tried to deflect but booze and hormones led me astray. I ended up making out with him right on the dance floor. Bri was so happy. I was shaking when I felt his hands squeezing my breasts right there then later on my ass and I blushed red when Bri and UK boy caught me feeling his dick while we danced.
They came back to our room. I just wanted to make out but once we were there and Bri and her guy were naked it was weird and I was so horny me & my black friend ended up naked with them. I ended up sucking on his dick while Bri did the same to her guy. I'm on the pill but was worried. He didn't want to wear a rubber and I stupidly allowed him not to. It just felt natural not to. Well the guys fucked us side by side and it was fun, exciting and sexually satisfying. My guy was what's called well hung and had a lot of stamina. It was exciting being with a black guy too. I know it's a cliche but it was still exciting. I had a great time with him that night. They spent the night with us. At some point, Bri started sucking my guy and the Englishman stuck his dick in my mouth and things turned into a sexual free for all. I sucked and fucked the English guy and he ate me out for a very long time making me cum probably more than I ever had before. Bri and I even played with each other's boobs a bit.
That night opened up the flood gates. The rest of the trip was sex sex sex. We both had sex with the English guy and his black buddie a few more times plus a bunch of other guys. We had a threesome with a really sexy young guy who somehow got us to eat each other out. I gave head to a black man I had just met behind a tree and a couple of hours later went back to another man's room for the night. Bri had an overnight threesome with two black guys while I was out that night.
In the end I fucked eight different guys. Plus I blew that other guy I mentioned. Bri was with more guys than me. She got to where she'd meet a guy, sneak off, then be back smiling an hour later.
At first I felt really bad but the more I did, the more comfortable I got. By the time we were getting ready to go home, fucking guys was no big deal for either of us. We were really looking forward to going home but sad at the same time that we had to leave our brief sexual freedom behind. Admittedly, we went way overboard but we were trying to squeeze a life time into a couple of weeks. We talked a lot about it and although we felt really slutty we also didn't want to go back to our boring married sex lives.
Once we were home our families welcomed us home, we told stories about the trip leaving out the men and the sex and a few weeks later life was normal but I felt that itch in my pussy that my husband just couldn't scratch. Bri had the same problem. We don't want to cheat here at home but we need variety. Together we've been researching swinging and we've talked with a few women on line who swing with their husbands hoping to find a way to introduce it into our lives. We decided that we could both handle seeing our husbands with other women if it meant we could be with other men.
One woman on-line told us to have a night alone just the four of us, told us to make sure Bri and I dress super sexy and then while we share some booze let the talk turn to sex and see if the guys will go along with us giving them simultaneous blow jobs and see where things go. If anything it'll open up the lines of communication. I need to try it bad.
Well things were great. It was like we were in our twenties again, hitting the beach or the pool, drinking every night til we staggered back to our room and even dancing with and flirting with some guys.
On our fourth night, Bri invited an Englishman back to our room. I was asking her what she was doing all the way back. I tried to talk her into sending him off but she insisted it was ok, we were just going to get to know him. Well lots more booze and a lot of sex chatter later and she was kissing him. I was drunk and pretty much just laughing but they got serious. He had his dick out laughing and trying to get us to touch it. Out of nowhere to my embarrassment, she pulled off her bottoms and slid right onto him. She was on his lap screwing him with no protection while I watched nervously hiding my face. They went at it until they finished. I mean Bri rode this guy like she was possessed. He tried to get me involved but I didn't. He left afterward.
All the next day Bri tried to explain herself and tried to down play it down and tried to talk me into cheating too. She confessed that she wanted to have sex with a few more guys before we went home because this was probably her last chance to do so. A lot of talk later and I confessed to having fantasied about having sex with other guys but resisted agreeing to actually do it. All I heard was please please, we have too, we'll never have another chance like this again, and let's just pretend we're single for a few days then go home to our lives and leave it all behind. She confessed that this was what she had wanted the whole time. A sex trip just me and her, single again, free to fuck our brains out. She finally convinced me to at least support her when she told me she needed me to go along. She had tears in her eyes and I agreed.
That night her English friend showed up with his black friend who I admitted to Bri that I found attractive. I didn't want to get too close but I played along. She was close with her guy and my guy was getting handsie with me which I tried to deflect but booze and hormones led me astray. I ended up making out with him right on the dance floor. Bri was so happy. I was shaking when I felt his hands squeezing my breasts right there then later on my ass and I blushed red when Bri and UK boy caught me feeling his dick while we danced.
They came back to our room. I just wanted to make out but once we were there and Bri and her guy were naked it was weird and I was so horny me & my black friend ended up naked with them. I ended up sucking on his dick while Bri did the same to her guy. I'm on the pill but was worried. He didn't want to wear a rubber and I stupidly allowed him not to. It just felt natural not to. Well the guys fucked us side by side and it was fun, exciting and sexually satisfying. My guy was what's called well hung and had a lot of stamina. It was exciting being with a black guy too. I know it's a cliche but it was still exciting. I had a great time with him that night. They spent the night with us. At some point, Bri started sucking my guy and the Englishman stuck his dick in my mouth and things turned into a sexual free for all. I sucked and fucked the English guy and he ate me out for a very long time making me cum probably more than I ever had before. Bri and I even played with each other's boobs a bit.
That night opened up the flood gates. The rest of the trip was sex sex sex. We both had sex with the English guy and his black buddie a few more times plus a bunch of other guys. We had a threesome with a really sexy young guy who somehow got us to eat each other out. I gave head to a black man I had just met behind a tree and a couple of hours later went back to another man's room for the night. Bri had an overnight threesome with two black guys while I was out that night.
In the end I fucked eight different guys. Plus I blew that other guy I mentioned. Bri was with more guys than me. She got to where she'd meet a guy, sneak off, then be back smiling an hour later.
At first I felt really bad but the more I did, the more comfortable I got. By the time we were getting ready to go home, fucking guys was no big deal for either of us. We were really looking forward to going home but sad at the same time that we had to leave our brief sexual freedom behind. Admittedly, we went way overboard but we were trying to squeeze a life time into a couple of weeks. We talked a lot about it and although we felt really slutty we also didn't want to go back to our boring married sex lives.
Once we were home our families welcomed us home, we told stories about the trip leaving out the men and the sex and a few weeks later life was normal but I felt that itch in my pussy that my husband just couldn't scratch. Bri had the same problem. We don't want to cheat here at home but we need variety. Together we've been researching swinging and we've talked with a few women on line who swing with their husbands hoping to find a way to introduce it into our lives. We decided that we could both handle seeing our husbands with other women if it meant we could be with other men.
One woman on-line told us to have a night alone just the four of us, told us to make sure Bri and I dress super sexy and then while we share some booze let the talk turn to sex and see if the guys will go along with us giving them simultaneous blow jobs and see where things go. If anything it'll open up the lines of communication. I need to try it bad.
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