Chapter Nine – THE CABIN
Gale and I had an understanding between us; if either of us had an opportunity to enjoy a sexual adventure on our own, we were free to indulge our appetites as we saw fit. The only requirement that was set in stone was that we had to call one another and let them know beforehand.
Our code was, “Honey, I might be a tad late tonight, so have the leftover beef roast and potatoes that are in the fridge.”
We then would not have to worry about their whereabouts. If we were potentially going to stay the night with our potential sexual delights, we would use a different code: “Sweetheart, something has come up at work, and I’m going to spend the night at The Palmer House”.
There is absolutely nothing more frightening than lying in bed till all hours of the morning, not knowing where your spouse is.
Gale was the sexiest, horniest creature known to man. She just loved to get fucked, have her pussy eaten, or suck a cock. Sometimes, with more than one man or woman at a time. One evening, her best girlfriend, Astrid, asked her to join her for an evening of fun. She accepted while I stayed home with Qwin.
It just so happened that the evening of fun included a gangbang extravaganza with about fifteen members of a professional sports team, which I won’t name to protect the innocent motherfuckers, who fucked the shit out of both of them until the wee hours of the morning.
I know this because Gale couldn’t wait to tell me when she returned home later that night. She was so excited in sharing her evening out, and the confidence she felt in herself; having 8 different men fuck her while she sucked off another at the same time. We always fucked with extreme passion when we were fucking and telling each other about our sexual adventures that we had experienced alone.
What a turn-on. Yowzah!!!
Well, enough of this storytelling, I’ll leave a bit more for another chapter. Let’s get on about the cabin, shall we?
July 4th, 1996, was on a Thursday, so Gale and I started planning for a four-day weekend at the lake.
We purchased the cabin in 1994. Built in 1938, the cabin came with its very own outhouse. The City had yet to install the necessary sewage lines for hookup, and in 1938, outhouses were standard issue for most cabins in the woods. The previous owners fully gutted the place and remodeled the entire cabin from the ground up. It contained two bedrooms, a loft area, a sauna and hot tub, one main bath with a walk-in shower, and, thank heavens, a toilet.
They had left the outhouse untouched, as it added a breath of nostalgia for the good old days. We used it only to pee in when we didn’t want to go into the house, if we were wet or sandy from the lake, or if we were outdoors and we just really needed to pee. We weren’t total barbarians that would just pull out our cocks or squat like a dog to relieve ourselves.
All our friends were to meet at our place for the drive to Lake Geneva, which took about an hour and a half. An hour if you were really pushing it.
A week before our holiday, Rhonda called and asked if she could bring a friend with them. I was the one who answered the phone, and I asked Rhonda if her friend Betty knew that we were swingers. She told me that she did, as Ezell and she had had sex with Betty many times, and that Betty really liked the swinging lifestyle we shared. Betty was a thirty-five-year-old RN, a black beauty. I told her that Gale would love to meet her, and to please bring her along.
On Thursday morning, around 9:00 am, our friends began arriving for the weekend trip to the lake. We split up into two vehicles, with Ezell, Rhonda, Betty, and us in Ezell’s Bentley Azure convertible, and Peter, Astrid, Bill and Suzy in Peter’s Mercedes S500 sedan.
Everyone was in a festive mood, especially Gale, who took one look at Betty and signaled to me, with her raised eyebrows, her approval. The wild, wonderful, and sex-filled weekend had begun.
We headed west on I-94, and of course, as we were traveling right behind a military transport truck carrying about twenty jarheads. Gale, the little exhibitionist that she was, had to stand up in the convertible, lift her top, and show off her tits as we approached the truck, and about six of the jarheads almost fell out the back. We all laughed our asses off and kept on going.
We arrived at the cabin around 11:00 and unloaded the luggage and the coolers, and settled in for what was to become a sexual extravaganza, with all the fireworks one would expect from a caravan filled with swingers.
Peter and I then left for the marina to pick up the pontoon boat that I rented for the four-day weekend, a twenty-seven-footer with twin fifty HP Mercury outboards. My boathouse was only a single stall, just big enough for the Chris Craft.
After lunch and several cocktails and lines of coke, I had packed an OZ and a half-dozen ludes for the weekend. It then started with a bang, as Ezell quickly found Gale and proceeded to begin fucking her right there on the lawn. I’m well-endowed, and Gale had been delighted and impressed with me when we met, but Ezell was a whole new level, and she was always eager to have him in her hands, mouth, or pussy again. There was a sweet combination of mild jealousy and arousal for me every time I saw them together. Ezell's cock was just gigantic.
Suzy took Peter and me to our bedroom and began to suck both of our cocks as we fingered her pussy and played and licked at her anus, while Bill and Betty watched and took photographs.
Peter got a little frisky with me, as I think the coke was working its magic, and he ended up with my cock in his mouth. I was a little surprised, but it felt great, and you know what they say about a gift horse…
Bill then slipped away with Betty to the guest bedroom, and from what Bill told me, he just fucked the living daylights out of her, with details. After Bill told me that, I couldn’t wait to slip my cock into her also. She was a real beauty with flawless light coffee with cream-colored skin, full, soft tits, and a very pretty, perfect vagina, glistening with her juices and his, In other words, she was as wet as an ice cream bar dripping in the heat of the noonday sun, and more than ready for me.
Ezell and Gale then got Rhonda and were doing their thing on the living room carpet; however, I didn’t get the opportunity to discuss with Gale how their afternoon went. The only thing I got out of Gale was that Ezell fucked her doggy as she was eating at Rhonda’s pussy and that she’d had an incredible orgasm. I couldn’t blame her, as Rhonda was so fucking gorgeous you couldn’t help but gobble her up; doing that alone would have almost caused me to orgasm!
After everyone had satisfied their afternoon delight, we began to prepare for the fireworks show that evening on the Lake. Lake Geneva was a fairly large body of water; it would take a full day’s hike, as it was about a twenty-six-mile trek.
After the girls had prepared a steak, salad, and baked potato dinner, and the sun began to set, it was off to the pontoon boat for the city’s 4th of July fireworks show, which was spectacular.
On our return, it was hot tub time. The wine was flowing, the lines of coke were laid out in a three-foot snake on the living room cocktail table, everyone except Betty took a half tab of a lude, and it was off to the fucking races for the evening.
The evening was a blur, as everyone was engaged in some sort of sexual deviancy. I had a stern rule, and that was that no male was to ejaculate in the hot tub. When you are about to cum, pull out, and then deposit your semen in her mouth where it belongs.
I didn’t want to continually have to drain over 500 gallons after each use. Plus, if I had placed a sign on the cabin wall that stated, “We don’t cum in your toilet, please don’t cum in our pool”. My mother or my in-laws would have found that sign to be highly offensive.
With everyone getting pretty well smashed and getting fucked, sucked, eaten, and sodomized, I’d say the first night at the cabin went really splendid.
The remainder of the weekend was filled with the normal fun-filled activities; water skiing, tubing, boating, and going into town for shopping and lunch. Beyond that, we spent time enjoying each other’s companionship during breakfast and dinner meals, and just totally relaxing like a normal group of friends would do on these occasions, except for the vast amount of sex that was going on between those friends.
Other than the usual great sex we were enjoying with one another, one incident clearly sticks out in my memory.
It was on Saturday afternoon, and the group was enjoying watching Gale and Betty having quite the romp on the lawn. It was so fucking arousing just watching the two go down on each other, eating each other’s cunts in such a manner. Gale had had her eye on Betty from the moment she pulled into our drive with Ezell and Rhonda on Thursday morning. Well, this was her opportunity to show how much of an eye she had.
Ezell, watching the two women, soon had a growing erection, and Suzy, watching it rise, soon decided to help him out. She’d been eager to fuck him and had not yet had the opportunity, but now she sucked his enormous cock to full hardness before climbing onto his lap and lowering herself onto him, facing outward to continue watching the action. Peter watched his wife enjoying Ezell for a few minutes, her cunt stretched around his girth, slowly stroking his own erection, before he kneeled between Ezell’s feet where he could touch and lick both of them.
Gale absolutely loved eating pussy, especially when it was certified Grade A Prime. And Betty was that, and more. I’m getting extremely hard just reminiscing about that memory, as I did watching them. Rhonda and I were playing and touching, but stopped short of fucking, but Bill and Astrid, beside us, were soon in the throes, inspired by the action around them.
When Gale and Betty were finally done showing their affection, I took both of them to the bedroom to show them my appreciation for their performance, and soon had Betty riding my hips as Gale lowered herself to my lips.
As the weekend was winding down on Sunday morning, and after six bottles of hard liquor, four cases of beer, a case of wine, an OZ of coke, and six Quaaludes were consumed, it was time to head back home.
What a fucking weekend at the cabin… literally!
Chapter Ten – THE PALMER HOUSE
I’ve mentioned earlier in my story, Gale’s and my unconditional love and trust in our marriage, and our phone signals when we encountered a sexual opportunity and adventure.
I remember one instance that stands out in our faith and trust in one another. Gale called one Friday afternoon at work and said she was working late and “would be spending the night at The Palmer House”. This told me that she had met someone and would probably be spending the night with him or her.
She returned on Saturday morning, and we discussed her night out and whether she had a nice time. Gale was ecstatic about her experience and proceeded to go into every detail of the evening with the gentleman that she happened to meet at lunch in the city that day.
Gale had met Astrid for lunch at the Palmer House, and while having dessert, a gentleman approached their table and asked if the two of them would join him and his colleague for an after-luncheon cocktail. Given that Gale and Astrid were most likely the most beautiful women in the restaurant, it wasn’t surprising to me.
Gale described the two as early-forties, extremely handsome, and impeccably dressed, calling them “movie star-types”. It had turned out that they were, in fact, exactly that. They were in Chicago filming a gangster movie and using the Magnificent Mile District for a location shoot.
I wanted every juicy detail. Gale went on to tell me that after cocktails; her suitor requested her to accompany him to a dinner party that the director of the film was having that evening. She agreed, as did Astrid, to join them.
Since Astrid and Gale came unprepared for this potential sexual encounter and had nothing to do the rest of the afternoon, they did what every good American housewife did; they went shopping.
Gale and Astrid selected cocktail dresses, new shoes, panties and matching bra ensembles, and most things women of taste selected while contemplating an evening of romance with lots of good old-fashioned fucking involved.
Gale rented a room upstairs for the girls to relax, shower, and make themselves presentable for an evening out. Of course, Astrid and Gale took their showers together, as they both wanted to get in the mood for more sex later that evening. Gale was in full bisexual mentality at this stage of her life, so eating out Astrid’s pussy before their shower was a foregone conclusion.
They met their gentlemen friends in the cocktail lounge, both looking like the post-boutique Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman, for their evening of romance. Steven and Walter were waiting in the bar for their arrival, and from what Gale told me, they were very impressed with their dates for the evening.
Gale was a real stunner when all decked out, her beautiful locks flowing over her shoulders, and her makeup impeccable. She stated that Steven’s eyes lit up like a kid seeing his first bicycle under the Christmas tree, and just as eager to go for a ride.
After a cocktail, they went to a private dining area of The Palmer House, where they were introduced to many members of the cast and crew who talked a bit about the movie they were shooting.
Gale told me that the dinner went very well and was interesting, and she and Astrid loved being there amongst the Hollywood crowd. All were extremely friendly to them, and they felt wanted and relaxed.
After dinner, Steven and Gale, along with Astrid and Walter, retreated to the bar for a nightcap. Astrid and Walter politely excused themselves shortly thereafter, while Gale and Steven remained to continue their evening.
Gale stated that there was a piano player in the lounge, so Steven danced with her several times. Gale was feeling the romance Steven was exhibiting, so she reciprocated by letting Steven kiss her on the neck and say wonderful things to her in her ear. Gale was ready; she told me her panties were beginning to moisten, and she felt the electricity pour into her vaginal walls and the flutters in her lower belly becoming more demanding as his teasing continued. Feeling him hard and ready, pressed against her, was exquisite torture for my horny wife.
Steven then asked her to join him in his room, as the entire cast was staying at The Palmer House - and how convenient that was!
As they rode the elevator up, Steven kissed her very deeply and with great passion, and Gale kissed him back with a kiss that says I want you, and I want you deep inside of me now, squeezing his rock-hard cock through his pants to be sure he got the message – and because she loves the way it feels.
As they entered Steven’s suite, Steven grabbed her by the shoulders, kissed her, and then began to undress Gale. Gale reached below Steven’s beltline and began rubbing his full erection through his trousers.
In less than a minute, Gale said they were completely naked, with Steven kissing her breasts and sucking her nipples. When his hand reached down between her legs, Gale was already dripping wet with her vaginal juices flowing with her need for his cock to be inside her, and he groaned as he ran his fingers between her hot, wet, swollen lips.
As Steven placed her gently onto the bed, he began licking and kissing her feet, then moved up ever so slowly to the inside of her thighs, until he reached her gorgeous pussy lips and clitoris. He lapped on her hard clitoris until Gale had her first of many orgasms that night.
Steven then began to fuck her missionary, very slowly, while kissing her and feeling her buttocks. Gale said Steven was inside her for at least ten minutes before he came deep inside her vagina. She absolutely loved his romantic lovemaking and the way that he took her completely.
They made love once again after Steven ordered room service, and they enjoyed each other’s company for an hour or so. Gale said she felt completely safe and very comfortable falling asleep in his arms, his semen slowly seeping out of her
I asked her how Astrid’s evening went, only for her to tell me that Astrid told her that Walter and she fucked themselves silly and that he was very respectful of her the entire evening and morning after.
As I said, Gale and I shared everything, our thoughts, our feelings, our desires, but most of all, our complete love and devotion to each other.
So was I jealous of this very romantic adventure Gale just had, with a movie star, no less? Absolutely not, there was never danger in either of us falling out of love with each other. We had a love for the ages. As she told me every single detail, I was imagining myself being with her during those moments of lust and desire, the kissing of her vagina and my cock fucking her so romantically.
I am a very romantic individual who loves to shower Gale with gifts and flowers, never forgetting to pick up a bouquet now and then just to say I love you, and always dressing to the nines whenever we went out to dinner or to a special occasion. I always wanted her to believe that she was with the most handsome man in the room. It was a foregone conclusion that I had the most desirable and beautiful woman, one that most men would cum in their shorts, just to say hello to.
When she spoke so highly of Steven, and how gentlemanly he treated her, I could only fantasize about their encounter as if, in fact, it was me, the movie star, who so eloquently and with such style swept her off her feet for that one night of lovemaking.
Of the many adventures Gale and I were fortunate to experience, those adventures just brought us closer together.
Next up - The Velvet Curtain Social Club
