Away from home, a married couple whip off their cloak of sexual conservatism and abandon themselves to pleasure with a shapely new friend.

Is it just us?  Or do many folks find it easier to experiment sexually away from home? My wife. Christine, and I have always been more responsive to new adventures, new ideas. as soon as we crossed the state line or cleared customs. Perhaps it was a matter of conditioning: We were supposed to act conservative at home, but once we were away anything was possible.

Knowing this, it shouldn’t have surprised me that it took going on vacation for u to live what had long been one of my life’s riper urges: namely to bring a third partner into our sex life.

We were in Puerto Rico, on the beach at a lovely hotel. on day three of a week-long stay, when it happened It was late in the afternoon. and Christine was snorkeling in the shallows while I read a day-old copy of the New York Times I’d found wedged under a chaise longue.

Not far into my reading, I looked up and noticed that Christine was no longer swimming alone. She and her partner emerged from the clear green water ten minutes later. It was a provocative sight: Christine in her luscious one-piece and her new friend, Jill, wearing a daring brown-and-copper print bikini.

My attention went immediately to our visitor: the way her breasts pushed out the thin triangular cups of her bikini top; how her tanned as was exposed in a bikini bottom no thicker than a strap. Her dark hair and olive tan bespoke southern European genes, yet her accent was plainly middle-American. Jill joined u for what had become customary 4 p.m. piña coladas at the pool bar. In the cool shade of the thatched hut, Jill’s nipples hardened beautifully in her damp bikini.

As I admired Jill, I kept checking out Christine’s response to her too. Eventually she leaned over the table and in a bold yet quiet tone whispered to me words that remain distinct and enticing in my memory.

“She’s the one.” I didn’t catch at first what she meant, but she could see my confusion and went on, “I’d really like us to go to bed with her, Rick — I mean it.”

The three of us adjourned to my wife’s and my hotel room as if we shared a precious secret. I pulled the curtains shut, and the seclusion was at once as mysterious and arousing as the pleasure that was about to unfold.

I don’t think I would have known exactly what would be okay to do first, but mercifully Jill stepped right up and began peeling my wife’s bathing suit gently from her body. Christine’s breasts hung free, and her wide nipples stiffened at the touch of Jill’s fingers on her thighs.

Jill and Christine lay back together on the bed, and Jill continued her soft caresses, moving onto Christine’s thighs and playing ever closer to her pussy. My wife gasped as Jill’s mouth moved between her legs and Jill’s tongue licked her slit. Christine closed her eyes, tentatively grasped Jill’s face and stroked her friend’s dark hair. Her hips rose rhythmically as Jill tongued her.

Within moments she shuddered and let out the quiet growling purr that always precedes her climax. My beloved Christine was about to come with another woman! The very thought fired succulent arousal through my veins! I think that this was the most sexually intense moment I had ever experienced with her. My cock throbbed within the confines of my bathing suit. I opened the Velcro fly and gripped my erection. With firm, fluid strokes, I masturbated as I watched the women make beautiful love.

It was a scene that got even hotter. After Jill brought Christine to orgasm, she proceeded to kiss her way up her stomach. She sucked one of Christine’s stiff nipples, then pressed her knee gently against my wife’s vagina. Jill rocked up and down easily, rubbing Christine’s pubis. She kissed my wife’s throat and used her tongue to tease the soft folds of Christine’s earlobes and the underside of her chin. When Jill’s mouth drew close, Christine responded, eagerly greeting Jill’s tongue with her own.

There was a fresh hunger in Christine’s body. Her arms wrapped themselves around Jill’s narrow back, hugging her tightly, and her hands moved down Jill’s flanks and onto her ass. The two of them moved in moist rhythm, breathing excitedly. Christine purred, then writhed as she started coming again. She bit down on Jill’s shoulder as she climaxed.

I was absolutely overwhelmed that all this was happening. I pumped my cock hotly. my hand flashing over my rod, until warm semen spewed from between my fingers.

Later that evening, after Jill had gone, Christine emerged from the bathroom in a white dress that showed a lot of flesh, especially since the unbuttoned front revealed much of her breasts. She came close, letting her silky flesh press against me as she whispered to me about how much fun it had been with Jill.

Not only had she come with another woman, but she’d seen me make myself come. These were certainly the moments Christine and I cherished: when we found a new angle to our sex life and locked in on it, thrilled to it. Christine said she wanted to be with Jill again. Only next time, she said, she wanted me to be more involved with our new lady friend.

We found Jill two hours later. She was alone on an empty stretch of beach. Reclining on a chaise, she was sipping rum punch and looking as if she must be meditating on what remained of a glorious purple-and-red sunset.

Christine went right to her, slipped an arm around Jill’s lean waist and kissed her. In the dim light of dusk, I saw my wife’s tongue press between Jill’s lips.

Jill still wore her thread of a bikini.

Her hair was slicked back with seawater. She hadn’t showered since her sex with Christine, and the knowledge of that made a raw impression on my loins. There was something very bawdy and free about her.

Christine moved her finger in a circle in the place where Jill’s nipple pushed into the bikini top. “He wants you,” she said, and the words didn’t seem at all like my wife. Suddenly, the woman I’d known for eight years sounded like a stranger.

Jill stroked my wife’s brushed hair. Looking into Christine’s eyes, she said “Get me wet for him.” Christine gasped in surprise as Jill cupped one hand firmly over the back of my wife’s neck and drew Christine’s face towards her thighs. Christine’s hair flowed over Jill’s loins as our new friend lowered the front of her bathing suit. Jill pushed the damp nylon down over her hips and presented my wife with her pussy.

“It’s beautiful,” Christine gasped. Slowly her hands, which were pressed against Jill’s thighs, moved closer to her pussy, until her fingertips were in the wet curls of Jill’s dark pubic hair.

Christine looked at me and gasped my name like a question. “Rick?” As though inviting me closer to watch. I knelt down beside the chaise longue, stroked my wife’s back and looked all around, but there were no witnesses to our triangle of lust. As I caressed Christine’s hair, I heard her say, “I’m going to do her pussy, baby.”

Christine pulled Jill’s bottom all the way off, then settled between her friend’s spread thighs and put her mouth to that wonderful tangle of pubic hair. She inhaled deeply as her mouth opened, then extended her tongue onto the ridge of Jill’s pubis. She lapped at Jill’s pussy, slowly at first and then with greater urgency. She moved her head between Jill’s sticky thighs, almost losing control.

Christine gasped out wet sounds of pleasure. “Oh, God, Rick. I’m in her pussy, baby. Look, darling, look!” With her eager fingers, she eased apart the folds of Jill’s cunt, spread her slick pink flesh, then sank her tongue back into that inviting orifice.

As Jill moaned with pleasure at the feel of my wife’s tongue, I got behind Christine and raised her skirt, rolled her panties down to her knees and entered her with a fervent thrust. Christine shuddered at my entry and immediately began to move with me. Her hips jerked as I pushed my cock into her. Her tongue remained flush against Jill’s pussy, making her lady lover cry out.

The three of us were at it hot and hard. In rapid succession, like three firecrackers connected to a common fuse, our bodies erupted. We thrashed in the sand, becoming breathless and spent, not daring to utter a single word. And suddenly it came to me that there was only one leg of the triangle left to enjoy: for me to be with Jill.

There was a wonderful sense of closeness between us the next day. Jill had spent the night, and the three of us awakened together. We came slowly, gently from sleep as warm morning sun filtered through the window blinds.

Jill went into the bathroom first and, with the door open, stripped off the t-shirt of mine she’d slept in. She got into the shower and ran the water hard, making the small room overflow with steam.

“Your cock’s hard,” Christine said, considering me from across the airy bedroom. Her flesh was pale copper from days in the sun. The patch of her bush raised a nice, fuzzy pattern in her silk nightie.

I told Christine to take off her nightgown. She did, slithering out of it and shaking out her hair. Coming over to the bed, she lay across my thighs and used a single finger to pull down the front of my briefs, my anticipation keen.

My erection jutted into her grasp. Her silky hand moved all over the head of my cock, then gently pressed against my balls. She sank her mouth down around my engorged cock, and it stiffened further at the sensation of her warm breath upon it. Saliva ran down my shaft as the pleasure of her tongue crept into my loins.

But before it went too far, Christine stopped. There was a knowing look in her eyes. She rolled off the bed, went into the bathroom and emerged moments later holding Jill’s hand. The two of them walked toward the bed.

Water dripped from Jill’s body, puddles forming around her bare feet on the hardwood floor. Her eyes met mine, then moved down to my cock and lingered there. Casually she lay down beside me. Her wet flesh was cool and damp from the shower, her hard nipples like beads of rock candy.

Pleasure coursed through me as I stroked her thighs and caressed the curve of her belly all the way up to her succulent breasts.

As I circled Jill’s nipples, Christine stepped away from the bed. She stood there brazenly, both hands pressed between her legs, as Jill opened her thighs in lewd invitation. Jill raised her ass so that I could plunge directly into her. I lined my cock up with her seam and, in a long thrust, breached her opening, my cock surging beyond the taut grip of her water-slick entrance.

Jill and Christine let out simultaneous gasps. Hearing my wife, but feeling a distinctly different woman beneath me, made it seem as if I were pleasuring them both at once. For a few seconds, it was dreamlike. I waited for reality to bring the scene to an end. But my hips kept stroking, my cock continued to feel the slick passion of Jill’s pussy and I knew it was very real.

Christine continued to watch, her eyes focused between our legs. She made wonderful gasping sounds, making herself come. I pumped harder into Jill’s pussy as Christine came to the bed and knelt against the edge. Still priming her own pussy, she reached between our legs and felt the place where my cock was penetrating Jill. She cried out, “Oh, feel it. Oh, God! Feel it!”

No sooner had my wife’s hand touched us than we began to convulse in orgasm. Jill cried out and thrashed beneath me as her legs tightened around mine. Christine’s fingers rolled lustfully over my balls, and my cock erupted, semen bursting into Jill’s pussy. And, in an incredible rush, we were all there again, a trio of orgasms crashing together like waves pounding onto a beach.

Not surprisingly, Christine and I didn’t want to leave San Juan. Still, as we boarded the plane home, we did so in the happy knowledge that we had had a wonderfully satisfying adventure, one that had broadened our sexual horizons. And who knew what erotic excitement awaited

us the next time we were away from home?

We discussed our adventures on the way home, looking out the airplane window at a thick carpet of clouds that stretched into infinity. We made plans for future trips that would ignite our passion. Just discussing where we might go, what we might do, got me hard. Christine kept shifting her eyes from my crotch to my face as she spoke of what she would do to me next time around. She must have noticed my huge hard-on inflating my pants into a tent.

As she described the foreign lands she still hadn’t been to, she reached over and started to massage my cock. A stewardess walked by, briefly taking notice and then continuing on, smiling conspiratorially. With every adjective she used to describe our future idyllic destination, Christine grabbed at my hardened organ. Pretty soon she stopped talking and began to massage with more rigor. A movie was about to start. The stewardess announced that we had to shut our window shades for the movie. Instantly the cabin was dark, and Christine ended our heavenly vacation with a wonderful blowjob.