Crazy Sex Adventures(Erotica)

She was moaning for quite a while and then she finally relaxed her muscles. Usually after a rare 69 session, she’s quick to get up and clean up, but she was just laying there looking like this strange combination of angel and slut. It was beautiful, and it was hot. She eventually got up without a word and went to take a shower. I was hoping we’d get a chance to talk a bit so I could tell her how amazing she was, but now I was worried she was just a little embarrassed about this interaction. We were definitely on a roll as far as her pushing way past her boundaries. I didn’t want anything to hold her back.

She took a long shower, and I was expecting her to be a bit sheepish afterwards. Instead, she just plopped beside me on the couch right next to me and grabbed my hand with her right hand, and the TV remote with her left hand and turned on a cooking show, settling in next to me.

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We were very lazily watching TV for a couple of hours, half-napping in the process when we got a text from Olivia on the group text for the four of us asking if we wanted to do a slightly early dinner with them tonight so we could hit the resort club/bar and do some dancing. We were both game for this. I think Jennifer was just having a blast hanging out with new friends. I was thinking more that between Jennifer and hopefully Olivia, I would feel like I had won the dance partner lottery.

Dinner was once again great. The conversation flowed, with lots of light touching and flirting by the girls. Olivia was a bit more restrained, but more intentional with her flirting. Jennifer, on the other hand, felt so comfortable with Ken that she was just carrying on with him like a teenager. Since it was early, it was mostly older folks at the tables around us giving us disapproving looks, but we were having too much fun to care.

Olivia was wearing a thin dress that was modest by the bikini standards that seemed to be quite popular at the resort. By dress standards, though, it was hot. The straps that came down from the neck got wider as they covered her breasts, but not that wide. Olivia’s breasts were not small enough for this to be simple and dignified either. Those pieces of cloth were not quite covering the sides of her tits, exposing a beautiful roundness on both the inside and outside. It wasn’t trampy, just hot.

Jennifer hadn’t really thought too much about what would be a good outfit for dancing. Olivia’s outfit set the bar a little higher than the casual clothes she was wearing. When we were done with dinner and two bottles of wine, Jennifer said that she wanted to change into something more fun for dancing. She surprised me a bit when she asked Olivia to come with her to pick something out. I know that’s what a lot of women do, but that wasn’t like Jennifer. Also, it’s not as if we had brought a ton of clothes with us, so there weren’t a lot of choices for her.

That left Ken and I to talk for what I’m sure was not going to be a quick trip for the two gals. Part of me wanted to bring up the whole big picture of what he thought of the closeness between the opposite spouses that seemed to be developing. But how do you bring that up? I saw the primary outcome of such a conversation to be possibly ruining everything through awkwardness. So, we kept the conversation light and talked about the kids, work and some wonderful day in the future when retirement was a possibility. It turned out that this was a great conversation to have. There was nothing about the exchange with Ken that made me think he was anything but just a great guy, and I was strangely happy that Jennifer was getting along so well with him. Of course, the conversation that Jennifer and I had heard through the wall while he and Olivia were having sex was not lost from my mind. Part of him very much realized that he thought Jennifer would be great as more than a friend, but he never said anything remotely creepy. And there was nothing that made me think she was upset with all the attention I was paying to Olivia.

When Jennifer and Olivia returned, I did a double take. Jennifer was wearing an outfit I didn’t recognize. I was hesitant to say something and possibly get myself into trouble for not recognizing an outfit that she had bought and showed me, but she quickly volunteered that Olivia had offered to loan her one of her dresses. It was a small, black spaghetti strap number that probably fit her a little tighter than it should since Olivia was a bit thinner than Jennifer. Jennifer seemed to be reveling in it though. She didn’t really have anything like that at home, so I was impressed with her confidence to wear it. I wasn’t sure how much of it was her getting bolder or the wine at dinner, but she wasn’t going to get any complaints from me.

“You look great,” I said. She did, and I wanted to encourage her.

“Don’t I?” she said with a giggle. It looked like she wanted to tell me something, but we were already headed into the club.

It was early, and we had no trouble getting a table and drinks. We were downing the first round and feeling very little pain when Jennifer grabbed my hand and pulled me to the floor, with Ken and Olivia soon following. Jennifer and I don’t dance much, but after a few drinks, everyone is a dancer. We were enjoying ourselves thoroughly when Jennifer came a little closer to me and said, “So you like the dress?”

I just smiled and nodded.

“It’s a little tight.”

“Tight looks good on you.”

“It’s way too tight for any of the bras I brought.”

“I’m totally okay with that,” I said, probably a little more eager than appropriate.

“But guess what else?”

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“Olivia said I couldn’t wear it with any of the underwear that I brought. She wouldn’t let me leave without seeing what it looked like without the underwear. So I just took it off while we were standing there just to see what it would look like. I wasn’t actually going to not wear underwear, but she just told me that it was perfect and practically pushed me out the door!”

Wow. I was impressed that Olivia pulled that off, but Olivia’s skills were becoming less and less surprising. I’m not sure where she was going with all of this, but it seemed that Olivia and I were pushing in the same direction.

“So now I’m stuck here wearing nothing but a tight dress while my panties are sitting on the floor of someone else’s room.” She laughed about that, which was a good sign. “I wonder what Ken is going to think of that?” Her voice was more playful than concerned.

I smiled, but mostly I thought that you will never see those underwear again if Ken finds them.

I usually like to down a few drinks before hitting the floor, but seeing as how we were well into the alcohol phase of the night and feeling fine and the music was playing, we stepped out onto the floor and found a place that we could dance. We didn’t have any problem finding a place for the four of us on the floor since it was early. There were only a few other people dancing, so we probably stood out, but we didn’t care. The combination of being slightly older and slightly drunk meant that we were very capable of having a rocking good time without giving a crap about what other people were thinking. And if other people were thinking something, it was that those two chicks were totally hot.

At some point, we took a break and headed to a table to cool off with another well-deserved round of drinks. We had gotten in some serious exercise moving around like we did, and the women had a bit of a sheen about them that looked ridiculously sexy. Jennifer was sitting next to me, but Olivia was sitting across from me. The sides of Olivia’s breasts were glistening and it was impossible to look her in her eyes for more than a couple of seconds at a time. Jennifer had cleavage that was also drawing the attention of Ken and I, but it was a little harder for me to casually glance at my wife’s breasts without totally turning my head. And as far as I was concerned, it was their job to distract Ken while I was checking out his wife.

We talked and laughed while we worked on our drinks. Ken and I each had a whiskey sour and we were feeling a little mellower than before. Jennifer and Olivia were both drinking white wine, which seemed to be more like Gatorade to them, because after the break, they were ready for us to dance more. I have never said no to a beautiful woman in my life and wasn’t about to start.

The club was quickly filling up at this point, and the floor was more crowded. As we got up from the table, Ken and Olivia came out from either side of the table and wound up closer to Jennifer and me, respectively, than they were to each other. As we worked our way through the crowd onto the floor, we were separated, Ken with Jennifer and me with Olivia. This seemed to be happening a lot this weekend, and as usual, we just went with the flow. I started dancing with Olivia and pretty soon we found ourselves separated from our spouses with the throng of other dancers giving us a little privacy.

For someone whom I would have best described as somewhat dignified in most of our interactions, she was starting to show some serious sexpot vibes. She was moving like a woman who knew she was hot, and she was starting to dance a lot closer to me than she was before. Really close. Lots and lots of incidental contact. I was trying to be coolly receptive, but I was clearly getting worked up by Olivia.

At some point, we were getting pinned increasingly close to each other by the crowd. Her face was getting closer to mine, and my heart was starting to race. I wasn’t sure where she was going with this, but she just wanted to have a quick conversation.