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Life's Lessons - The Aftermath
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ChuckEPoo

Life's Lessons - The Aftermath

Everything changes when you cross the line
It is about ten in the morning and I just woke up. I lay in bed trying to let my eyes focus after waking from a deep sleep. I notice there is a crack of sunlight sneaking through the blackout curtains. It is refracting against the cut glass ceiling fixture making the light burst into a thousand colors. I can hear Ann breathing rhythmically beside me. She does not snore, she purrs, unlike me. I can wake the dead when I cut loose. 

 Thinking to myself, as I gently pull down the covers trying not to disturb Ann, “Was that a dream last night or did all that really happen?”

I look down at my beautiful wife in slumber, observing her nude beauty watching her breasts heave up and down. Her legs are spread just enough I can see the dried semen that had leaked out during the night, confirming the events yesterday evening. This is not unusual except for the fact that this dried cum is not mine for the first time ever.

Before what transpired yesterday she had not dated or even kissed another man besides me during her whole life. I married her just after she graduated from high school and she was a virgin on our wedding night. 

Last night was not an easy decision for me to make and let those events unfold. It was like cutting out a piece of my heart and feeding it to the demon of lust. Watching my wife have sex with another man was painful.

I remember that after considering most everything, I realized that Ann was like a bird in a cage that needed to be freed. As her husband my risk is huge. I have no clue of how far she might fly.

I thought, “Would she fly away or come back to the cage of security that protected her all these years?”

Quietly I slipped out of bed trying to not disturb my slumbering princess. I gently covered up that stunning figure. She stirred and hugged my abandoned pillow as she went back to sleep. 

 Slipping on my boxers, t-shirt, and slippers, I headed down stairs to fix breakfast for my love when she woke. It is a tradition around our house that I make breakfast on Sunday.

The aroma of the bacon frying tantalized my senses. The coffee is perking and I am mixing up the pancake batter. This is going to be a yummy breakfast. 

I hear a tap at the back door and wonder who it could be.

I can see through the split level door it is Bob. Opening the door a crack I ask coolly, “What is it you want?”

Bob says, “I was just checking on you guys to see if you two were all right. The way it ended last night had Penny and I concerned. It seemed all of us were having a great time, and then the two of you just left without saying a word.”

“Bob, you are just going to have to give us some space to work this whole thing out. Ann is still sleeping and I have not even had a chance to talk with her yet."
“Many couples experience first time swingers remorse. It is not uncommon but It will pass. Is there anything Penny and I might do to help?”

“Yes! Give us some space to work this out ourselves,” I said abruptly as I shut the door ending the conversation.

The smell of all the cooking finally woke Ann. She walked into the kitchen wearing my old football jersey from college. It was short and was just covering her butt. I thought, “Damn, that jersey looks a ton better on her lithe figure than it ever looked on me.”

“Morning sleepy head,” I greeted her with a smile. “Breakfast will be ready in a minute and your coffee is just freshly fixed the way you like it.”

Ann yawned and stretched her arms. She said nothing as she came up to me burying her head into my chest, hugging me like I was her lifeline. Running my fingers through her hair I thought what a lucky man I was to have this beautiful woman in my life.

Lifting her chin, I bent over and kissed her. All my feelings of love and tenderness flowed through me to her like we had some sort of celestial connection of our bodies and souls.

“I love you! I really really love you,” she said as we broke our kiss.

I told her, “The word ‘love’ is so inadequate.”

As I was putting together her breakfast plate I asked, “Do you want to talk, sweetheart?”

“Not now Honey, I need to digest what has happened and search my feelings,” Ann replied.

She then added in a bubbly voice, “Let’s go somewhere today and have some fun!”

“That sounds like just the right medicine to me!" Then I added, “The restoration is finished on the XKE. Let’s take it out for a spin down the PCH to Malibu. We can stop at Neptune’s Nest for lunch. You go up and change while I do the dishes.”

She had the excited look of a kid at Christmas as she ran off to get ready.

After the dishes I went out to the garage to get the car ready. “I loved the way this old Jag looked,” I thought to myself as I checked the oil.

One of the unique things about this car is the the way the entire front of the car lifted up, instead of just a hood, exposing the prettiest dual overhead cam engine ever made. The chrome glistened on the knock off wire wheels and bumpers. The black Corinthian leather and walnut dash were just newly restored. This 63 XKE was a true classic convertible and the custom red paint definitely set it apart. Add my beautiful wife as a passenger and this was a killer combination. 

Ann walked in to the garage. She had changed into her bikini. She was covered by a light weight mesh beach top and she had her hair pulled back into a pony tail.

I can always tell when my wife feels good about herself because she had that sway of confidence when she walked. She was jiggling in all the right places. This woman is still eye candy to me after all these years.

“Don’t just stand there gawking at me, let’s go,” she giggled as she climbed in to her seat and hooked up the racing harness. I got in and started the beast up, gunning the engine a few times listening to the deep drone of the exhaust. 

Shifting through the gears this car handled so smoothly through the curves on the PCH. It drove like a dream. Each time I shifted the power pushed your body back into the seat.

This is a great day for a ride with the temperature in the mid seventies with a clear sky.

Ann's beautiful brunette hair blew behind her like a flag. All along the route, beach goers were giving us the thumbs up. After about thirty minutes we approached Neptune’s Nest. 

We pulled into the side parking because the entire front of the restaurant was taken up with motor cycles. Neptune's Nest was an old restaurant on the east side of the highway directly across from Leo Carrillo beach. It is a tattered old place in serious need of a paint job but it is also a legendary hangout. 

Unbuckling our seat belts, I looked over at Ann and said, “I think your attire needs to be changed before we go in there with all those bikers.”

She said with a quizzical look on her face, “Why? Don’t you like my bikini?”

“No,” I replied as I reached over and tugged the bow behind her neck pulling bikini top away from under the tight mesh top and threw it in the back on the bumper seat. 

“They will kick us out if I go in there dressed like this!"

“No they won’t. The sign says, 'Shirts and shoes required' and technically that mesh top is a shirt." I smiled. 

Ann returned my grin with a naughty one of her own as she slid out of the car. We made our way to the front door. Her breasts are gorgeous the way they swayed freely as she walked. The top is not really see-through but the color of her skin and rosy nipples showed through the mesh. Upon entering the manager gawked at Annbefore informing us it would be a fifteen minute wait to be seated.

“They can have our seat,” one of the bikers said undressing Ann with his eyes.

“Why thank you,” She replied, flashing him a big sexy smile.

There are some real advantages having her look this way. She had the attention of every man in the place. Unfortunately, she was also attracting the glare of the wives and girlfriends. It is selfish of me but I get turned on knowing my wife will probably be on the minds of these men long after we leave this place.

An said, “I need to use the restroom. I will be right back.”

Her walk to the restroom is watched by every man in the place. Her butt cheeks jiggled on the sides of the tiny bikini. I noticed as she walked through the restroom door she was quickly followed in by one of the bikers.

After about ten minutes she left the restroom and came back to the table. I asked her, “Did that biker come into the bathroom with you?”

She replied with a flushed face, “Yes he did.”

I then questioned, “What happened?”

“I just went pee.”

I then asked out of utter curiosity, “What did he do?”

“He wiped me off,” she responded with a devilish smile.

I think this was the wildest thing I have ever seen her do. I could not believe what a different person my wife had become since last night. She is always sexy but now she seemed to take it to a new level.

We sat quietly while we waited our lunch, drinking our ice tea. Ann spoke low so no one else could hear, “What are you feeling right now Sweetheart?”

I replied, “About what?”

“About last night silly,” She said still softly.

I thought for a few moments and told her honestly, “I am feeling a million things all at once. I feel ashamed, excited, hurt, angry, and have the feeling I betrayed you. Never before in my life have I been flooded with as many emotions as this at once. We have broken all the rules, tossed reason and good sense to the side of the road and succumbed to raw unchecked lust. The boundaries and parameters we have lived by now been taken down. I feel the history that bonds us together has changed, and yet saying all that it somehow makes me feel excited and alive.”

The food is delivered and the waiter leaves.

I take her hands in mine looking deeply into her eyes and asked, “How do you feel?”

“Oh, my darling I feel exactly the same way. You expressed my feelings better than I could,” she said with total sincerity.

We finished our lunch and I said, “Let’s get out of here and finish our drive!” Leaving a good size tip on the table we stood up to leave. It feels like every eye in the place is on Ann as we walked to our car.

We again are motoring down PCH toward Malibu, laughing and enjoying each other’s company more because the tension was broken by our talk at the restaurant. Ann looks so damn sexy with the wind in her hair.

I see in the rear view mirror a string of motorcycles coming up from behind and they were closing fast. As the first motorcycle in a long stream passed, the passenger held up a sign that reads, “Show your tits!” 

 Looking at me with a devilish grin on her face Ann proceeds to lift her top displaying the prize the bikers wanted. She is excited and her hard nipples showed it. Each one that passes us is honking their approval. It is so funny and is very erotic at the same time.

After arriving home and pulling into the garage we are still laughing from the naughty fun we had. Ann is still just wearing the net top without her bikini top and is getting stares from some of the neighbors across the street. 

 I don't give a damn, our reputation was destroyed after that video anyway, let them stare.

I have been sporting and erection since we left the restaurant. After we are both in the house I practically attacked Ann lifting her up and carrying her up stairs to our bedroom. We are naked in seconds and rolling around kissing and caressing each other with a sense of immediacy. I lay back and pull her up on my chest so I could suck those awesome globes of soft flesh nipping her hard nipples and squeezing them between my teeth.

“Oh, feels so good,” she panted.

I pull her mouth down to mine and apply the kissing technique I learned from Penny last night, darting my tongue here and there and then sucking her tongue into my mouth.

She responded, “That is so hot!” 

 Sliding under her so she is now sitting on my face. I reach up cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples while I give her long licks between her swollen labia and make little circles with my tongue around her now swollen clitoris. 

“Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” 

 Moving my hands down under her legs I am using both my hands to part her lips gaining greater access to her woman hood. Plunging my tongue deep into wet opening and sucking up her nectar has caused her to exploded in a huge incredible climax. Her vagina is contracted around my tongue in waves of spasms and she is crying out loudly, “Ohhhhhh. I am cummmming. ”

I roll her onto her back so her head is hanging off the bed. Standing above her I shoved my cock into her mouth and fucked her mouth like a pussy, just as I saw Bob do to her last night. This is incredible as she is taking almost my entire eight and a half inches down her throat. I can feel myself getting close so I pulled out.
 
Climbing on top I take my position between her thighs. I plunge my hard cock all the way in her sloppy wet pussy in one stroke, something I hardly ever do. I pounded my prick into her like there was no tomorrow. Her tits shaking from the force of the vigorous fucking and she is moaning ecstasy. I was pumping her harder than ever before. This might be because I was trying to out do the way Bob fucked her the night or I was trying to give her a fucking that no one could ever come close to. She is delirious with pleasure. I can't hold back any longer and my cum is filling her womb with rope after rope of cum. I can feel it squeezing out the sides of my cock and running between her cheeks. 

I collapse on her regaining my composer and thinking how last night even affected our love making today. No matter how we might pretend it does not matter, our adventure into swinging has changed our life forever.

I ask, “How was that?”

“I was wonderful! I love you Mike."

We went to sleep in each others arms with closeness and contentment only lovers can feel.

The next couple weeks our life went on pretty much as normal, getting back into our normal routine. There were some subtle changes I did notice in Ann though. She is normally very independent but now she seems to want to be with me constantly almost like she does not trust me out of her sight or … possibly the other way around. I also notice that almost all fantasies we once had stopped. I guess that is because we acted out our fantasy and she does not want to give in to any more. She is also been a bit clingier in bed, wanting to snuggle the whole time like she is frightened to let me go.

Both of us also seem to avoid going to the gym these last two weeks using one excuse or the other but I think we know it was to avoid seeing Bob or Penny. To their credit, they have not tied and contact us and have honored our wishes of privacy.

I grilled hamburgers for dinner with baked beans. Beans were not a good idea for us because we both gassed up a storm, but once you have smelled one fart you have smelled them all.

While we are eating and making small talk I slide an envelope to Ann.

Surprised she says, “What is this?” It reads, “Happy 20th anniversary my love!”

With a huge smile she says, “You remembered!”

“Open the envelope inside the envelope.” She does as I ask and she pulls out two tickets for a week cruise in Hawaii. 

Jumping into my lap and kissing my face all over she exclaims, “I love you! I love you! I love you! You are the bestest husband in the whole world!”

“Well, we leave in a week, so you better start packing,” I tell her.

“You are going to really get laid tonight buster,” She says as she runs off to go through her things.

I am out in the front of the house cleaning up our tri-hull speed boat and see Bob walking his dog. Not wanting to be rude I ask, “How have you been?” 

“Not bad and yourself?”

“It is our anniversary next week and we are taking a cruise to Hawaii." 

“Sweet,” Bob says and then goes on to say, “Penny had to go help her Mom who just got out of the hospital and I am a bachelor this week. Look, I owe you guys a dinner. Why don’t you two come over tomorrow night and let me grill some steaks?”

Trying to avoid an answer I reply, “I will have to ask Ann.”

“Ask me what?" Ann says as she appears from behind me.

“I was just asking your Hubby if you two would join me at my place for dinner tomorrow night,” Bob says as he repeats the offer.

“We would love to,” Ann says before I could say a word.

That evening, while we are lying in bed listening the music on our house sound system and I ask, “Sweetheart, do you feel comfortable going to Bob’s house tomorrow?”

Ann says laughing, “Don’t be so uptight Mikey. What more can he do to me? He has already fucked me in every hole and then some.”

“Well when you put it that way I guess it was a silly question,” I say with some reservation.

The day has gone by fast doing chores. I have been washing the cars and Ann is finishing up cleaning the house. 

“It is four thirty and you better get cleaned up. We have to be over at Bob’s by five,” Ann reminds me. 

Going back in the house I showered and changed into some shorts and a golf shirt. Ann put on a short black skirt and a low cut lavender blouse with no bra. She even undid the two top buttons to show more cleavage. She had applied her make up with a sexy red lip gloss and enhanced eyeliner. She looked like a woman dressing for her lover, which I guess she was.

I walk over to her and in curiosity slip my hand under her skirt feeling her bald pussy. She looks up at me and smiles.

We arrive at Bob’s place almost exactly at five with a bottle of wine in hand. Bob greets us in giving me a hand shake and my wife a lingering kiss on the lips.

His house was well decorated with high ceilings and an open feeling of a great room. The den is right off the kitchen has a long bar with an indoor charcoal grill. It lookes like their house is completely finished even though they have lived here such a short time.

Ann is standing at the grill checking it out. Bob comes up behind her putting his arms around her waist kissing her neck and then moving his hands up to cup her breasts. I remained silent watching him feel up my wife.

Putting the steaks on the grill Bob asks, “How do you like your meat?”

“I like mine medium rare," I reply

Ann giggles and says, “I like my meat real hard.”

Bob says with a grin, “You are both going to get what you ordered.”

This has to be the most uncomfortable meal I have ever been through in my life, watching them flirt with each other. I do not have much of an appetite. I have to say something and burst out, “I do not like this! It was different when Penny was here but it is tearing me up watching you two seduce each other right in front of me. Bob, you have no idea how much I love this woman. This is painful." 

“Bob says, “I understand what you are going through buddy. I felt the same when I watched Penny with other men but then realized it was her joy that counted too.”

"Calm down boys. There is enough of me for both of you!” She comes over to me and sits in my lap and kisses and consoles me. Her skirt is scooting up exposing her already soaking wet pussy. I slip a finger in her sloppy wetness.

“Ummm, I am ready guys. Get dessert while it is hot.” 

Bob instructs, “Follow me.” He takes us in to a play room. When I say play room I really mean a play room. There is a large eight foot square padded platform about a foot off the floor. In the center of the room is what I perceived to be a sex swing. There are also various things on the wall like chains and handcuffs. I guess Bob and Penny really are into this lifestyle big time. 

Walking over to Ann Bob pulls off her blouse off and says, “We need to get you more comfortable. Could you get the skirt, Mike?”

I do what he asks and unbuttoned the skirt. It slides down to the floor and she steps out of it standing nude except her high heels.

Bob then leads Ann over to the swing and she eagerly hops up into it saying, “Oh goody I love to swing.” Bob pulls the back support adjustment and she is now completely lying horizontal.

He unbuckles his shorts and lets them fall to the ground, showing his rock hard cock. He steps between her spread legs in the stirrups positioning the head of his prick at the entrance of Ann's waiting pussy. He asks me, “You won’t mind if I fuck your wife now, do you?” I do not answer and he plunges deep into her dripping cunt.

She responded, ”Oh fuck, that feels so good!”

He is now rocking her back and forth pumping in and out of her cunt. Ann is beckoning for me to come over to her.
 
Bob is continuing to swing her back and forth impaling her on his erection and fucking her with rhythm. I can hear the creaking of the swing and the slapping of Bob’s balls on my wife’s ass. 

"Ohhhh, that feels soooo good!" Ann responded to the fucking. 

 Wanting me involved she again motions for me to come over so I could fuck her mouth at the same time Bob hammered her cunt.

I drop my shorts and pushed my hard cock into her eager mouth.

"This is so hot!" Swinging my beautiful wife between us and fucking her at both ends at the same time. Ann is having orgasm after orgasm. Bob also looks like he was ready to cum.
Then suddenly Bob stops the swing.

He asks me to carry my wife to the platform. I picked her up whispering into her ear as I carried her to the platform, “I love you.” She is smiling like she was relieved I was with the program now and says, “I love you too. Please don’t hate me.”

Bob then says, “Have you guys ever done a double penetration?”

Ann says loudly, “Never!”

Bob then says with a sense of authority, “You are now!”

He instructs me to lay on my back and have Ann fuck me cow girl position. She climbs up and slides onto my erect pole squishing down on my hard rod as I cupped her tits. Bob goes over to a tray on the wall and retrieves some lube. I am laying still and Ann is motionless as Bob lubes her anus. He inserts a couple fingers in and she moaned, “Owww.”

After working her butt for a while he positions himself straddling her hips and starts to slide himself into her receptive cavity. Ann is verbally expressing her over the top excitement saying, “Fuck me. Fuck my slut pussy and my whore ass!”

We both hammer away at her for several minutes before we find the rhythm. Ann was on her fourth or fifth orgasm of the night and Bob and I are getting ready to pump her full of cum. I am the first to go flooding her pussy with my juice that had built up for hours. Bob is grunting as he shoots deep in her bowels.

Ann is moaning, “Give it to me. Fuck me.” The room was filled with moans of ecstasy.

 Now in the aftermath we are all laying on the platform panting catching our breath and Ann says, “Mike I am so sore. Take me home, Honey. I need a shower and soap.” 

Getting dressed, Bob sees us to the door while he is still naked.

I say, “Thanks for dinner Bob. I hate to fuck and run. Oh by the way, I will be over to see your wife when we get back from our trip.” Bob grins and kisses Ann good bye.

Later on, after showering and getting into bed. I asked Ann, “Are you happy?”

She replies, “I had a good time but I am sore as hell and filled with cum. Where did you guys get all that semen?"

She then adds, “We are doing to one hell of an anniversary cruise.”

“Good night, sweet cakes," I cooed as I squeeze her tit.

“Good night, stud," she whispered closing her eyes. 

To be continued...

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