When a couple once voted most likely to marry meet serendipitously, they reunite with their spouses in a romantic beach house and rekindle their lingering passion

My hunch that I somehow knew that attractive woman behind the counter was confirmed when she glanced at my credit card, did a double take a smiled. “Boyd!” she announced. As she uttered my name, her face lit up and my brain clicked with recognition. In an instant I was swept back twenty years.

“Paula?” I said. “Paula!” She laughed as I took her hands in mine over the counter. “I’ll be damned. You’re even prettier now,” I whispered.

Paula and I had graduated as the couple most likely to marry, raise a pair of kids and drive matching station wagons. Over coffee at a restaurant three shops down from the boutique she owned with a friend, Paula and I spent thirty minutes covering the twenty years that had elapsed since we’d gone our separate ways. We were both married, and each of us had two sons, and without boldly admitting it, we coyly hinted that our youthful affection for each other hadn’t entirely dimmed over a score of years.

We traded family pictures and Paula, tapping the package with the sheer negligee I’d just bought for my wife at her shop, winked and commented that I was still a naughty boy with an eye for sexy women.

“She’ll look delicious in this,” Paula said, returning my wallet-sized snapshot of Karen.

“So, would you,” I murmured, our gazes lingering on each other for an exciting extra moment. “Let’s get together. The four of us,” I added quickly, before my blush deepened.

Casual plans were made, and phone numbers exchanged, and after one hesitant cancellation, Karen and I finally met Paula and Jake for dinner on neutral ground at a popular steak house.

The seed for what evolved was planted that muggy July night. Through casual chatter over sirloin strips and drink, the four of us began a relationship which, looking back, was destined to culminate at a resort on Labor Day weekend.

From the time we began to get to know each other again, there was no mistaking the attraction Paula and I still felt toward each other. It was our good fortune that our mates developed a similar feeling for each other during a half dozen social meetings throughout the summer. By the time Karen and I embarked on our Labor Day holiday with Paula and Jake, she and I had whispered about the possibility of indulging in some extracurricular lust. It seemed a tantalizing notion, and my wife correctly surmised that I found the idea agreeable.

Karen is a vivacious blonde with prominent, high breasts, curvaceous hips and long, sleek legs. She radiates the happy confidence of the successful professional woman she is, and, not surprisingly, she possesses a solid sense of security and high self-esteem. Throughout our marriage, Karen has been the daringly imaginative one, both in and out of our bedroom. That she would be attracted to Jake, a robust, outgoing entrepreneur, was not surprising. That Karen would keenly observe the lingering passion between Paula and me was equally unsurprising.

The four of us spent the first day of our Labor Day weekend on the beach. I know my wife, and by early afternoon it was obvious that she and Jake were turned on by more than the sandy white beaches, sky-blue waves and balmy, tropical breezes. As for me, I was thoroughly captivated by Paula. We were high-school kids again, giggly and giddy as we strolled the beach hand in hand.

The years had been as nothing to Paula. Sure, her body had matured, but provocatively so. At thirty-eight, her trim, taut body fit enticingly into her bikini. Her dark hair was a thick, lustering mane of soft curls that framed a lovely olive-skinned face, sparkling green eyes and lush lips that were quick to smile. Her pert, smallish breasts, so girlishly ripe, begged to be fondled. And her round, packed bottom mesmerized me.

At dusk, the four of us watched sailboat race while we stood and drank champagne together at the water’s edge. The blue waves licked our bare feet as the women stood in front of Jake and me. As the picturesque sails floated by, I slipped my arm around Paula’s waist and sighed in sweet contentment as she melted inside my casual embrace. Her buttocks pressed against my erection as I inhaled the spicy aroma of her sun-kissed flesh amid the invigorating sea breezes. I lazily rubbed my hand over her flat belly and glanced toward Karen in time to see my wife’s consenting smile.

Jake’s hands rested on my wife’s bare shoulders, and Karen’s arms crossed over her generous bust as her hands covered his. It was a tender pose—two couples side by side in a romantic setting—yet we each stood, in such casual intimacy, with another’s mate. It suddenly seemed natural.

We had rented connecting rooms at the bay-side hotel, and the door between our rooms was left open as Jake ordered a room-service dinner for four. We moved freely from one room to the other, even though we showered in turn in our respective bathrooms.

We ate in Jake and Paula’s room, and it was Karen and Jake who got the party rolling by dancing together soon after we’d removed the room-service table out into the corridor.

Paula and I watched our spouses dance to the radio music before carrying our drinks to the terrace beyond the French doors in Karen’s and my room. With the ocean waves rumbling below, Paula and I kissed in the moonlight.

The kiss began as a magical moment of sheer romance but quickly progressed to a feverish expression of rekindled passion. Our hands explored each other’s body after a two-decade hiatus as our tongues delved deeply, hungrily, into each other’s mouth. She purred when my fingers grazed her stiff nipples through her gauzy blouse, and I shuddered when her thigh rubbed my aching penis.

Impatiently, I pulled her blouse out of her white shorts and anxiously ran my hands over her bare, sun-toasted flesh. She urgently fumbled with my fly, and for a moment we were horny kids again, desperate to enjoy our vibrant bodies and unleash our pent-up desire.

Suddenly, a calm blanketed us. Our maturity caught up with our passion. We smiled into each other’s happy face, then chuckled at our disheveled appearance. We were kids no longer, and it wasn’t just the two of us alone in this tropical heaven. Our partners were a part of us, and our feelings for each other had to now include both Karen and Jake. Paula and I strolled back inside and watched from the doorway connecting the two rooms as our mates slow-danced, swaying erotically, their lips sealed together. We watched as Karen fondled Jake’s erection and he caressed her ass. And gradually Paula melted against me, letting a hand graze my penis through my pants as I stroked her bottom.

We slipped back into my room and kissed as we eased ourselves onto the bed. I undressed her slowly, as if unwrapping a gift that had been waiting twenty years. When she was naked, my eyes devoured her image until I could no longer resist touching her.

I leaned over to kiss and nibble her plum, dark nipples and large areolas. At the same time, my hands skimmed her thighs and caressed the triangle of downy fur that covered her damp, hot labia. A fingertip traced her slit as my teeth grazed an erect nipple, and I swooned with pleasure upon hearing her husky sigh. I touched her clitoris and she squealed, grabbing my head and pulling my face hard against her breasts. She writhed on the bed and humped against my hand as my fingertips teased her hard, little button.

It was about then that I knew Paula and I had an appreciative audience. I heard Karen’s familiar moan, and as I kissed my way down Paula’s flesh, journeying to tongue the succulent regions my fingers had already caressed, I glimpsed my wife kneeling between Jake’s thighs, her lips fluttering up and down his exposed cock as he sat in an armchair near the bed.

It was happening! An orgy in progress! My senses reeled under the pleasure that consumed me. Paula trembled and squealed softly as I flicked my tongue over her clitoris. I concentrated with tender patience, sucking her clit while easing a finger into her vagina. And she rewarded me with a thunderous orgasm that momentarily gained the attention of her husband and my wife.

Paula pulled my face away from her pussy by tugging on my hair. “My turn,” she cooed, sitting up and helping me shed my clothes, which found their way to the floor in record time.

Eagerly, Paula caressed my cock, her fingers gliding over my glans. It was a divine torture that left me gasping and clutching at her breasts. And, all the while, sitting side by side on the bed allowed us the exquisite luxury of a perfect view of our mates equally enjoying each other.

With a wanton smile, Karen finally rose and shimmied out of her clothes. She glanced toward Paula and me with her sultry gaze intact, then focused again on Jake’s jutting cock.

"We make lovely couples,” Paula whispered, ducking her lips down to the head of my penis.

I gave a throaty sigh as my old girlfriend’s tongue swirled over my glans. I sank back on the bed and caressed Paula’s hair as she leisurely inhaled my cock. Before I realized it, Paula’s fingers had curled around the base of my cock and she was bobbing her head, stroking my shaft with her lips and bringing me to the verge of orgasm. I couldn’t bear to stop her, and quickly I was too far gone to care. I growled and humped as I began spurting in powerful streams into Paula’s beautiful mouth.

She milked me dry, using her fingers and lips, draining me completely and still refusing to release my spent cock from her mouth. All I could do was pant and stroke her honey-hued hair until both of us became distracted by Jake and Karen’s escalating activity.

Paula sat up beside me on the bed, and, with her propped against the headboard and my arm around her shoulders, we watched Karen and Jake. To say the least, the show was highly stimulating, and in a few moments, Paula and I were fondling each other, kissing and murmuring sweet, sexy promises similar to those that had prefaced our lovemaking two decades before. But now, of course, there was the profound difference of seeing my wife sitting naked in the armchair merely a feet away, her knees covering up her breasts, her heels spread wide and braced on the chair cushion’s edge, her lovely pussy lewdly vulnerable for Jake’s cock.

Jake’s knees were bent and his hands gripped the arms of the chair as he poked the tip of his penis into my wife’s vagina. This maddening foreplay made the lovers quiver and groan until, overwhelmed with arousal, Jake draped Karen’s legs over his shoulders, cupped her ass in his hands and plunged his cock into her. They fucked hard and fast, their cries of pleasure igniting my own renewed desire for more of Paula.

I rolled against Paula to mount her, but she stopped me with a shy whisper. “Wait,” she breathed as she stretched face down on the bed, pulling her knees up under her, wriggling her ass in the air. “This way!” she rasped.

Refuse the lady? Not me. I entered her from behind as she immediately rolled her hips and pressed her ass back against the invasion of my cock inside her. We wasted no time developing a fast, frantic rhythm to our fucking. I leaned over her back and reached under her to squeeze her breasts as her vaginal muscles massaged my pulsing cock.

Her violent shudders almost sent me over the edge. Her convulsing pussy clamped my penis in that divine oily grip, and all that kept me from exploding in her depths was the abrupt hitch and twist she performed that suddenly dislodged my cock.

“Put it in my ass, Boyd!” she urged. “Please! Hurry! I want it there!”

I gripped her hips while steadying myself on my knees, my cock poised to sink into the tiny pink pucker of her anus. The Paula of my high-school days wouldn’t have thought of such a thing, much less begged for it. My excitement soared. The modern Paula was a sexually mature, adventurous lady, apparently well versed by Jake, now readily available for our mutual enjoyment. And suddenly it dawned on me that perhaps something more telling was afoot here. Anal intercourse in recent years had become a thrilling experience for me, though it did not rank with Karen as her favorite or most preferred variation of our lovemaking. Was it possible that Karen had mentioned this intimate fact to Paula? The notion intrigued me and gave me a familiar feeling of warmth toward Karen. Indeed, such a thing would be typical of my wife: further proof of my supreme good fortune in having her.

Lustfully, I spread Paula’s asscheeks and planted the bulbous head of my penis against the tight hole. My cock, slick and lubed with her juices, allowed penetration with minimal effort, and we both moaned ecstatically as my dick sank into her.

I managed a dozen or more rapid strokes in and out of her snug anus before my cock surged and my come blasted into her ferociously. I wailed and pumped as her anus milked me. Her swaying hips and humping butt helped to drain me, and by the time my penis wilted inside her ass, I was joyously sated and languidly relaxed.

When I next roused myself, Paula and I were alone in the room. The door connecting the two rooms, however, remained ajar, and as Paula and I cuddled in a soothing, sleepy embrace, we heard the soft purring sounds and muted sighs of satisfying lovemaking in the next room. I drifted to sleep cupping Paula’s breasts in my hands, the round curve of her ass pressing against my cock and balls and my wife’s familiar squeals of orgasmic delight singing in my ears.

The rest of our Labor Day weekend vacation passed all too quickly, with the two women moving freely from room to room and from bed to bed. We sampled the lush variety of each other with insatiable zeal, knowing full well that ours was to be a unique relationship destined to blossom with unlimited erotic possibilities into a wondrous future.

Back home our lives slipped into the normal bustling routine, with one major exception. Karen and I regularly socialize with Paula and Jake, and not exclusively in foursome sexual encounters. The four of us are the best of friends, and the sexual aspect of our friendship represents a nice bonus. Our lives, by mutual agreement, are richer and more fulfilled because of our unique relationship.