The Trial
"Guess what?" Becky was saying to her next door neighbor, "Bob and I just have a winter home in the tropics."
"That's exciting," Joy remarked, "but why so far away?"
"Well, the weather for one thing. We are so tired of the winters here in Minnesota, and it gives us an opportunity to have summer all year long."
"How nice, Becky, but isn't it hot there?"
"Yes, Joy, but here's our little secret: we own the whole island, and it's cooled by trade winds and a rain forest."
"Wow, is there room for guests like Kevin and me?"
"Of course. The house is a five -bedroom mansion with bathrooms in each one, a swimming pool, and a huge Jacuzzi. We even have a building where the servants live."
"Becky, it sounds fabulous. How can you afford it?"
"That's the thing, Joy. It was like one of those Monopoly cards that says, 'YOU INHERIT $100' only it wasn't $100. It was a fortune!"
"Who did you inherit it from?
"That's the irony of the whole thing. Bob doesn't even know this guy, but Bob is the only known living relative. In addition to the windfall in stocks and bonds, the island is part of the estate."
"Gosh, Becky, that's better than winning the lottery, but you're going to have a very big income tax bill."
"No, not really. Apparently, this guy lived in one of those offshore countries that is a tax haven. As long as we keep the money there, we won't pay a cent. The other thing is that this fits so perfectly with our lifestyle."
"What do you mean, Becky? Is working nine to five a lifestyle?"
"I thought you knew, Joy. Bob and I have an open marriage. I think Kevin knows."
"Why would my husband know about that?"
"Come on, Joy, let's not be so naive. Men will be men. They cheat just like us."
"What do you mean like us? I'm not like that."
"That's not what Bob said. Do your remember something about our New Year's Eve party this year?"
"Oh, Becky, I had too much to drink that night, and your husband was so romantic. He seduced me and made me feel so feminine and sexy."
"That's Bob all right. He's amazing with women. My point is that the island is a wonderful atmosphere for free and open relationships. We never wear clothes and even the servants are nude so we don't feel out of place."
"Okay, but tell me what you've been doing here at home with your open marriage."
"I've hooked up with some guys a couple of times. Don't get your panties all bunched up inside your pussy, dear. It wasn't about love. It's only about unleashing pent-up desires."
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That evening after dinner, Joy looked at her husband and said, "Kevin, we need to talk."
"What about dear?" Kevin asked while pouring them both a glass of brandy.
"About Becky and Bob?"
"What about them?"
"Have you been fucking her, Kevin?"
Kevin countered with, "Wait, how about you and Bob?"
"It was a mistake. Anyway, that's not what this is about. Did you know that Becky and Kevin have an open marriage?"
"Sure, and I thought you knew. Bob told me that months ago."
"I just heard about it this afternoon when Becky told me about their island."
"Island? I hadn't heard anything about that."
"Well, they inherited lots of money and an island in the tropics with a mansion. They might invite us there sometime."
"Sounds good," Kevin responded with a smile.
"Yeah, I know, but it's like a nudist resort. They never wear clothes and," Joy took a few seconds before going on, "they probably want to have sex with us. The thing is, we don't have an open marriage like theirs."
"Maybe that should change, Joy. After talking with Bob, it seems to be the way to go. We've been married for, what, eight years? We still love each other, but sex isn't what it once was."
"So what you're saying, Kevin, is as long as we love each other, it would be okay to fuck other people?"
"That sums it up, dear. You are still attractive and sexy. I know you like having sex. Any man would be dying to have you in bed, especially if you give them that broad smile your give me when you have orgasms. Don't you agree?"
Joy ended the conversation by saying, "I'll have to think about it."
A few days later, Joy and Becky were having coffee again at the local cafe. At first, the conversation was about neighbors who were selling their house. Neither of the women knew the couple well, only to wave hello. Joy had an agenda of her own, and it wasn't about real estate.
"So, Becky, do you think Bob and you will be moving soon?"
"Moving? Why would we move?" Becky asked.
"I don't know. Now that you are wealthy, you might want to move to an upscale neighborhood."
Becky sipped her latté then said, "I like our neighbors. Bob and I have friends here."
"You mean neighbors that fit into your lifestyle, right?"
"Some of them do, but not everyone," Becky replied.
"Do you think sex with different men makes you happy?"
"Joy, having sex with someone isn't just about being happy. It is about the excitement and thrill -- like at the casino when you win a jackpot. When you win, you are overcome with happiness, but it's also about the excitement and thrill you feel anticipating it. Sometimes you get the payoff and sometimes you don't, but it's fun while you're doing it. For me, I can tell you I've gotten more orgasms these past few months than I got from Bob in two years of marriage."
Joy let her curiosity get the best of her and asked, "How did you get started?"
"I don't know, it just happened. I was horny one day when Bob was out of town, and the neighbor kid drove up to the house asking if he could see Bob's Maserati. The boy said he was a car buff like my husband. I told him Bob wasn't home, but it would be okay to look. I was outside in my bikini getting a tan. When he came out to the patio to thank me, sparks began to fly. It isn't hard to seduce a seventeen-year-old boy.
Becky took another sip of her coffee and said, "One thing led to another, and we had sex on the backyard patio. My god that was exciting. He didn't last long, but his long thick dick made it worthwhile. After that, the boy came back several more times to check out the Maserati, I decided, this is for me. I realized sex was what I wanted before getting old and ugly.
"I confessed to Bob my attraction to being with other men, so we agreed to a trial open marriage. It's worked out. We're not on a trial basis any longer, and it's not even like we're cheating."
Joy was silent for a while, then asked, "Has it strained your marriage?"
"My god no! It has strengthened it. Bob and I love each other more than ever. It helps that we are discrete about our affairs, and really don't talk much about our partners."
"Have you been back to the island recently?" Joy asked.
"Yes, we were there over Thanksgiving for ten days. The people who keep the place up when we're gone are fantastic and take care of us royally while we are there. On the day after Thanksgiving, one of our helpers made it a memorable holiday for me.
"Bob was out on the boat, and I was by the pool getting some sun when the guy who does maintenance work came by to clean the pool. We were both naked, of course, and I couldn't take my eyes off the snake dangling between his legs. He asked me if he could get me a drink or do something for me. He was standing so close to me, I couldn't resist reaching out to touch his cock. He came closer so that I could take him in my mouth. His snake sprang into action with most of him down my throat. Joy, I had this burning sensation inside of me when he glided into my pussy.
"He was a great fuck. I don't know how long the guy lasted because I was in one of those dreamlike states. You know, when you are like half awake and half asleep. I came to when he blasted shot after shot of hot cum into me. I can't wait to get back to the island and have him clean the pool again."
"So how do you normally find your partners? I mean, do you have swingers parties?"
"No, Joy, we aren't really swingers although we've talked about it. Most of the time you see an attractive male and start up a conversation. They're pretty good at recognizing Cougars on the prowl and picking up our signals."
"I've been out of the seduction line for so long, Becky, I don't think I even know how to do it anymore."
"Oh you do, Joy. It's like riding a bicycle, you never forget. Say, why don't we invite you to our Valentine's party next month and you can try it out to see if you really have forgotten?"
"Maybe. I'll mention it to Kevin, but not the tryout part."
"I think you'll do fine, Joy."
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Joy was a little worked up when Kevin walked in the door. "Kevin, can we go out to dinner? Maybe we can go to that quiet corner restaurant where they have a booth where we can talk."
"We can talk here, honey."
She was firm when she said, "I want to go out, dear. I was with Becky this afternoon and the time got away from us, so there'll be no dinner here."
"Okay, let's have a glass of wine, then we'll go. Call for reservations while I pour the wine."
Joy didn't say anything about her conversation with Becky. She was saving it for the restaurant. They watched the evening news, finished their wine, then left for the restaurant.
After the waiter took their orders, Joy said, "I talked with Becky today about their open marriage."
"And?"
"She seems happy with it. Their arrangement doesn't seem to have damaged their marriage. She kind of encouraged me to try it."
"So what have you decided?"
"I'm not sure. Do you think we can work it out so neither of us feels guilty or jealous. Becky says they don't talk about their affairs."
"I see. We will never know unless we try it."
"Have you been with anyone besides Becky?"
"What makes you think I've been with Becky?"
"She didn't exactly say you were, but inferred it."
"Okay. I had one sort of slip-up. It wasn't planned."
"Who?"
"It's a long story, Joy. I didn't start it."
"Okay, I heard these stories Becky told about a neighbor boy and one of their servants at the island, so I probably ought to hear yours."
Kevin took a deep breath. "Are you sure you want to hear it? It will probably make you angry."
"Try me. I want to hear every detail."
"Well it was last summer with Iza, Tomasz's wife across the street. Iza called and said she ran out of sugar and asked to borrow a cup. There was no hurry. She said just bring it over anytime. I probably didn't get over to their place until two in the afternoon. She was on the deck getting a tan and watching their two daughters.
"We sat and talked for a while as neighbors do. She talked about her girls growing up so fast. We got talking about our marriages. I told her we had a good marriage. Iza said sex with Tomasz was good, but they hadn't done it very often lately since Tomasz was so overloaded with work.
"I just listened trying not to get too personal. I only said that it can happen, but she was so beautiful, and it would be hard to resist her if I was Tomasz. That's when she said the most unexpected thing: 'You know, Ed, I give the best blowjob'. I didn't know what to say.
"She gave me this embarrassed grin telling me Tomasz was even too tired for that. After a few seconds, she asked, 'Do you want to see?'
"See what? I said. She licked her lips then said, 'You know, you know, what I just said'. I was tongue tied. I mean I would have fucked her in a minute if I didn't love you so much, Joy. But she looked so appealing, if you know what I mean. The correct answer was no, but it wasn't my final answer.
"We went to her bedroom and she took off her skimpy top revealing firm tits of a girl rather than a woman. Her nipples were pointy and begged to be kissed. I started to nibble on them. She said we didn't have time for that and pulled down my shorts.
"Iza didn't have to get me hard. I was already fully erect. She had me stand in front of her while she was on her knees. Then she began to demonstrate here exceptional skill. She never touched my cock with her hand. Her mouth did all the work. She was slow and methodical. Her lips were wrapped around the very end of my dick, and she knew how to play with that ultra sensitive bulb. She was in no hurry, unlike me. Iza hadn't gotten even a fourth of me in her mouth during that first minute. I just thought she couldn't deep throat, like you, but that was not the case. Every inch she took further into her mouth was a journey, not the final destination. I guess I was getting impatient when I tried to pull her head and force my cock down her throat. She pulled out giving me a frown, then started the whole procedure over again.
"I was beside myself with desire, almost desperate for release. She was deliberately devouring every inch of my succulent meat. It was like slowly being sucked in by quicksand. Once she got me past the halfway mark, she took me all the way down. Her small frame was hardly a deterrent for deep throat. With my cock disappearing in her face, she didn't move and kept me securely locked in her throat.
"I finally had had enough. The second time she took me all the way down, I exploded. All she said was, 'Yum, I like the way you waited. Some guys when I grew up in Poland came before I even got them in all the way, but they were younger.'