Excited about the sexual potential of what was coming, I reached over towards Claire as I drove and placed my hand on her bare knee. My Wife smiled and moved her knees apart. I then slid my fingers under the hem of my Wife‘s short dress, the sexy one that makes me hard just seeing it in the closet, and slowly moved my hand up her leg, sliding my palm over her warm skin, reaching for her Pussy with my fingers. I slid my palm down until it was on the inside of her soft, bare inner leg, in the warm hollow between her thighs. She sighed, moved her legs apart, accommodating my hand for better access to her Pussy, then she smiled again and put her head back on the headrest. I moved the edge of my hand sight against her pubis until my little finger came in contact with moist, velvety panties.

Surprised that she had worn underwear, I expected my Wife would leave them off for the exciting sexual encounter she had ahead of her, and I brushed the side of my hand up and down the material, savoring the feel of her Pussy under the sexy softness of her wet panties. I then cupped my hand over her mound and delighted in the dampness beneath my palm. My finger tips touched the faint outline of her vertical lips beneath her soggy underwear, and I traced the line between her lips, then rubbed the puffy dough of her silk-covered labia.

It exhilarated me that her Pussy was so wet, so aroused by the evening’s sexual prospects. She’d been unbelievably Horny since I explained my plan for her to fuck her old boyfriend, and for most of the day I could see it in her eyes: the excitement, the hunger. It was clear she’d been thinking about her reunion with Jake, and her moist panties confirmed it. Saturated underwear meant she was already anticipating the activities ahead, excited and thinking about his cock soon occupying her Pussy, the cock she had once enjoyed on a regular basis. The pleasure of renewing old times increased her pulse. I pictured her with this other man’s dick buried deep in the Pussy and pictured her sucking his erect cock. My elevated heart rate told me I was as Horny as she was over it.

I searched for and found the leg hole of Claire’s panties, lifting the wet material, sliding my fingers, then the heal of my hand, underneath. I pushed to the hollow of her inner thigh on route to her soft center, reaching with my fingers to find her cleave, which of course was soaking. With my hand pointing down toward the seat, I hooked one finger into my Wife‘s Pussy, feeling the mushy wetness of her aroused Sex, separating her lips, then I worked beyond her slippery open labia and slid it between those engorged and excited Pussy lips. I worked my finger tip farther in, deeper into her moist snatch. My finger slid smoothly into her Vagina.

“Hold on,” she whispered, biting her lower lip, lifting her bottom off the seat and sliding her panties past her rump, down her thighs, across her knees to her ankles, giving me clear and unfettered access. Then–with her legs Free, her panties off–her knees came up and moved wide apart right there on the seat as we drove, and her head stayed back on the seat, her eyes closed, waiting for me to go on, to pleasure her, to finger her ready Pussy. Her dress completely open, pulled up high to her hips, she sighed.

“Thinking about being fucked by Jake again?” I asked, glancing over at my Wife in the seat next to me.

She simply smiled and nodded, her head resting on the headrest at back of the seat. “You’ve wanted this for a long time now,” I said. “You are lustfully wet.”

“Yes. A long time,” she said with an audible sigh and a nod. “Too long. I can hardly wait.”

My Wife and I were driving to meet an old friend of hers for her to have Sex with, a friend she once shared a bed with, and had fucked many, many times. I had decided it should happen for her again and she agreed. She had confessed to me, after terrific Sex one night, that she still thought of having Sex with Jake, one of her former lovers. That excited me and gave me an idea.

“We should arrange it,” I said after she had told me she still thought of him. “Contact him,” I said. I had her attention. She turned on her side in the bed and raised up one an elbow, studying me.

“You could do that? Let me fuck my ex?”

“I had no problem with you fucking Ron last year, ” I said, referring to one of our friends who is married to an old girlfriend of hers. “Your Pussy gets wet every time you say Jake’s name,” I said with a laugh. “I know you want to fuck him again.” She nodded her head. “I Love how you get that far away look, letting me know you’re remembering some mighty good Sex.”

“It was great Sex,” she said grinning, a bit of red creeping into her face.

“Right now you’re thinking about him again, right. Sliding that big dick of his into your Pussy,” I said. “Right?”

“Yep,” she replied with a chuckle. “He does know how to please a Pussy.”

“Especially this Pussy,” I replied as I reached between her legs, found her Pussy, and inserted my finger again into her very wet Vagina, hooking it until the tip found her G-spot. I then began to rub it around in small circles over the rough, dime-sized spot that turns her into a tigress every time I find it. She ended up climaxing more than once that night, and a game plan was hatched right there between our sheets. Each time she came she said it was thinking of fucking her ex-boyfriend. She was going to fuck her old flame again, with my blessing.

A year before Claire’s forthright admission that she thought a lot about having Sex again with Jake, we had been on week-long vacation to the British Virgin Islands with a couple of friends and things got a little friendly between the four of us. After a while the wine, the invigorating location, and a few days of basking naked in the sun with people we enjoy at a nude beach, our barriers came down and we discovered things about ourselves that none of us had even thought of. We found that we all could enjoy the wonders of extramarital Sex, even watching our mates fuck someone else without a mental meltdown. We discovered we could enjoy the other person’s pleasure without crippling possessiveness and jealousy.

We made out with each other’s spouse and talked at length afterward about the dynamics of it all, the enjoyment we all got from unrestricted Sex, and the freedom we all felt from letting go of traditional marital ownership. We danced with each other’s Wife, became familiar with parts of the other man’s Wife that led to more and more uninhibited expression, then the action moved to the bed and we found we loved fucking other people and watching our mates do the same. Ron slipped his eight inches into Claire and Cindy and I watched. Cindy sucked me to orgasms and Ron and Claire watched.

In the seven days of the trip, I think Ron and I fucked the other person’s spouse maybe twenty times. Eventually, we switched partners completely and Ron’s Wife went off with me and Claire spent her time with him. She told me about their sail they took to Saint John Island, anchoring in a small cove for the night and fucking on the deck under the stars.

Claire and I were both amazed at what happen on the trip to Virgin Gorda with Cindy and Ron, stunned that either of us would consider Sex with another couple, but neither of us regretted any of it. It actually was the sexiest week either of us had ever spent. Watching Ron fuck Claire and liking it was an unanticipated thrill that made the trip even more memorable and my friendship with him even closer.

The whole thing started on the second day on Saint Thomas with a kiss Ron gave Claire at the end of a dance they’d shared. It was a simple, friendly, spontaneous and short kiss, but one that was given with feeling and warmth and Claire felt it. Cindy saw it, commenting to me how good my Wife looked kissing her husband. Then she gave me a smile that told me I should feel as Free with her. I kissed Cindy and she returned the favor with a warm and tender one of her own. I mentioned it to Claire when she returned to the table with Ron. “Nice kiss,” I said. She smiled and sat next to Ron.

That night Claire ended up with him in his room and I spent it with Cindy in ours. We fucked soon after in a rather pedestrian missionary position, then began exploring different positions and places through out the room.

The next morning we met for breakfast and decided the “new” couples would go in different directions during the day, then we’d meet for dinner and talk about what we all did during our first day of extramarital exploration. Claire was extremely nervous about doing what we were about to do, but her excitement was also quite apparent. They left hand in hand and quickly got into a taxi at the end of the street that first morning. Cindy and I did the same shortly after that.

That night we met in the hotel restaurant and excitedly exchanged stories over dinner. Claire and Ron had decided on the nude beach and went directly there that morning. It helped them loosen up to be nude around one another for most of the morning, to be with other people without the rest of us. They admitted to petting some, kissing and fondling on the blanket they rented, then they paid for a beach tent and began to get into it after some anxious conversation.

“You sure you want to do this?” he asked. “You don’t have to. We can just go back.”

“I really do,” she said as he put her arms around him, pushed her pelvis against his, and kissed him. “I’ve wanted you to fuck me since last August,” she admitted with a grin. It thrilled me to listen to them tell about their morning.

“Did you fuck in the beach tent?” Cindy asked, glancing over at me.

“We sure did,” replied Ron with unguarded enthusiasm.

They openly described the many positions they were able to accomplish behind the private confines of the closed tent flap. “You Wife knows how to please a lover,” he said.

“So does yours,” I said, smiling at Cindy.

“You’ll tell us all the juicy details?” inquired Claire, her face showing the pinkness of her arousal.

“Soon as you guys are finished,” I said.

Claire nodded and said,” This is fun. Do you think other couples here are doing the same thing?”

I nodded to a couple thoroughly engaged in passionate kissing the the corner. “I think those two are married to other people,” I said. “They seemed to be getting along real well.”

“Where is his hand?” Cindy asked with a wicked grin.

“I think you know,” Ron said.

“The same place Dave’s was most of the day?” Cindy answered.

“Anything oral in the beach tent?” I asked.

“Are you kidding?” Claire replied. “You know how much I like oral Sex.”

“I do,” said. “Where did you go after the beach?”

“After a quick stop at our room, you mean?” Claire said.

Actually, as I was fucking Cindy that day in the British Virgin Islands I was thinking about Ron doing the same to my Wife, wondering where he was doing it. It charged me with energy to imagine him doing to mine what I was doing to his Wife, picturing his cock repeatedly pushing into her, pushing apart her Pussy lips, and I came with the image of her coming around his cock. I envisioned her sucking him, kissing the tip of his dick, getting a marvelous charge from the image. I imagined him coming in her mouth and thought of her sucking his cum off his dick. I pictured her licking the sticky goo off his stiff erection. It was as sexy as any Porn film I’d ever seen, to imagine her being fucked by my friend, sucking his cock, and laying back to let him eat her Pussy.

Later, after we returned from our trip to the Caribbean, Claire confessed that she not only liked the Sex she and Ron had that week, but the Romance of it, the Hot and intimate kissing and playfulness, the feelings she had for him that it were more than just Sex. “I loved the Sex,” she confessed with a hungry grin, “but I also enjoyed the cuddling and the closeness. Did you feel any of that with Cindy?” she asked as we cuddled after a great session of Sex.

“I did,” I said. She smiled, revealing she was glad I did and kissed me.

That’s when I began to make plans to give her some Free time with her old flame Jake. When I finally told her my plan, she said she loved the idea and fucked me with grateful vigor, after I explained what I had in mind. Claire and I had completely turned toward an open marriage, with both of us willing to share each other sexually with others.

As we neared the hotel we had agreed to meet Jake at, I took my hand from her panties, kissed the tip, licking off her juices, and said I should save something for him. “There’ll be plenty,” she said chuckling, leaning over and kissing me in thanks, our tongues joined in a passionate and moist embrace. I pulled into the parking area in front of the hotel and took her into my arms.

“You have a good time,” I said. “Fuck his brains out, baby.” We had agreed she’d go by herself and meet him in the bar, then go to his room and do whatever. In the morning I’d pick her up in the same spot in the parking lot after she called me on my cell.

She promised faithfully to tell me all that happen during her night with her old flame, leaving out nothing, describing every luscious detail. I could hardly wait to hear everything, picturing them as I thought about it. As we drove home after her night with Jake, I reached out and she moved her knees apart, then I slipped my hand under the hem of her dress and moved it up her bare leg. Delighted to find her Pussy bare, no panties this time, I smiled and slipped a finger between her still-wet lips and into her soaking and well-fucked Pussy. She groaned and kissed my shoulder. “Careful,” she said. “I’m a little tender.”

“Fucked you pretty raw, huh?” She nodded and smiled.