Anniversary Vacation

Now his other hand moved over her wrap, moving higher, until he had a
hand on the breast of the woman his other hand was invading,
masturbating.

Barbara left her husband and stood behind me, so her hands could reach
under my waistband, finding my own pubic hair.

When I opened my eyes my wife was looking at me, while Barbara stroked
me, while I looked at her while she was being touched by Stan. "So
this is what it's like," I thought, "at an orgy."

Stan was enjoying himself - and my wife. "Move back against me,
against my cock, Helen. Feel how hard I am now."

She backed harder into him, and I saw her rising, and falling, against
the penis that had to be hard against her buttocks.

Her hand went behind her, and the expressions on each of their faces
left no doubt about what she had found pressing into her.

"Stan," she muttered, "did you see Michael pick me up on the balcony?"

"I did."

"Could you do that?" Helen asked, turning, and she just put her arms
around his neck.

Stan bent down, got an arm behind her knees, another behind her
shoulders, and lifted her, bending to kiss her again.

"Your dress opened yesterday when he did this to you" Stan said, still
holding her, his own robe hanging open, displaying to his wife and to
me his intentions.

"That's because I loosened it for him," Helen told all of us.

"Do it for Stan, too, honey" I said, not wanting to move, feeling
fingers moving along my penis, fondling its head. Helen looked at me,
smiling that wonderful sexy smile, then pulled on the sash's end,
opening the bow.

Nothing happened.

She found the buttons and released them, too.

Barbara held me tightly as we watched Stan turn with Helen in his
arms, and watched as Helen reached down, and lifted the flap of
material.

"I think you want me to help him like this - " she said, again meeting
my eyes, and releasing the hem.

It parted at her knees, and just

just

fell away,

held only by the button under her arm, making it an open cape,
exposing her, making her nude, in his arms.

He carried her the three steps to the bed.

We followed, looking at Helen, her sarong flowing under her, watched
Stan, looking down at her, enjoying that beautiful vision.

"I did something like this yesterday, for Michael," She sat up, opened
the last button, allowing the garment to flow from her shoulders,
where it concealed nothing, to the bed, while she extended her arms to
Stan.

"I wanted him on me."

We moved to the side of the bed, Barbara in front, me, with my arms
around her.

Stan, looking at this woman on the bed, pulled at his robe, shrugged
it off, and knelt on the foot of the bed.

Barbara, still watching, moved closer, away from me. "I want to help
my husband now, OK?"

Stan positioned Helen's legs on either side of his knees, and leaned
foreword, so that his face was at her thigh. I saw his tongue flick
out, kissing Helen there, and saw her shiver with his touch.

Barbara had shrugged off her robe - it was a teddy under there - while
Stan moved a little higher with his kisses.

Barbara climbed to the head of the bed, above Helen, and took Helen's
arms, drew them up, and held them by their wrists until they were on
Barbara's waist. Helen looked so appealing, legs spread, arms held
high, that I couldn't resist. I bend forward, my hands found Helen's
breast, gathered it into a mound, so my mouth could cover its summit.
She moaned as I bit at her nipple. She moaned louder, and I saw that
Stan had gotten to her vagina, his hands were spreading her vulva, and
his tongue was caressing her clit!

Helen's hips were so active just then, and her attention directed to
those sensations, that she didn't notice Barbara no longer held her
hands in place, but instead leaned forward, moving me out of the way,
so that her mouth could find a breast, too.

I stood up, watching my wife lay there, receiving all of this
attention, all of this loving.

I watched as one mouth worked in her vulva, and the other, on her
breast.

I couldn't help myself. I moved, kneeling on the bed beside Helen. She
turned, mouth a little open, her body making small motions in response
to the ministrations it was receiving.

Barbara was kneeling just at her head.

I couldn't resist. I put a hand on Barbara's ass, and pushed a little.

She accommodated me, spreading her legs more, moving a little.

"Barbara?"

"Mmmm?" was the only response I heard.

"Barbara, move down a bit more, OK?"

She looked down at Helen, and Helen, eyes almost glazed, almost
closed, with her hands still on Barbara's waist, looked at me in
understanding, smiled faintly. She knew what I wanted. She turned face
upward.

She whispered "Oh, this is so naughty. . ."

I saw the fulfillment of another fantasy as Helen's hands, on
Barbara's waist, pulled her closer.

I watched as Barbara moved in response, legs spreading, her teddy just
to her hips, until her knees were at Helen's shoulders, and she
rotated her hips - I bent forward to watch this final intimacy, as
Barbara lowed herself, until she was just brushing Helen's nose, and
how Helen tilted her head back, neck extended, and pulled at Barbara's
waist, and how her mouth opened, and pulled Barbara the last inch,
until mouth and vulva merged.

I watched Helen's neck, and could see the motions that meant her mouth
and tongue were busy.

I watched as Barbara sat upright, flushed, as Stan moved higher, until
his own penis was caressing Helen's pubic hair.

I watched as Helen released Barbara's hips, and used her hands to
guide Stan's cock, and I watched as its heads neared Helen's vulva,
then was steered to it by her hands, and without pause, without
ceremony, entered.

And how wonderful it looked to see Stan kissing his Barbara, while his
cock moved inside Helen, and Helen, completing the connection, the
circuit, by having her own tongue in Barbara.

I pulled off my chinos.

Barbara saw that, and after a moment moved off Helen.

Moved beside her on the king sized bed, and pulled her teddy over her
head, extended her arms toward me, inviting me.

I moved over her, parallel to Stan, and we moved together, adjusting
our positions until the tip of my own cock was brushing hair, and I
moved nearer, and felt blunt wet pressure -- wet because of Helen! --
that was enough, I pushed and found that wonderful moment when she
opened for me, and I was in her.

I looked at this new body under mine, and then to the side, where
Helen was. She was looking at me, and her hand reached over to touch
mine. By then both Stan and I were moving with long strokes, and my
wife's hand held mine - I could feel his movements through her hand!

Barbara reached for her husband's hand, too: the eroticness of this
all was almost too much, until Barbara released Stan's hand and
reached under him, to his cock, and held it, stoking him into my wife!
Helen, feeling that, looked at me, and began doing the same thing,
holding my penis while it was wet with Barbara, filling her. Helen
squeezed hard, as she began climaxing.

I was thrusting into Barbara as Stan began making those long motions,
holding himself rigid, soon to come, to ejaculate, in my wife!

That sight, Stan's hips flexing forward as he pushed into her, then
releasing the pressure, pumping into her, the stimulation of Helen's
hand masturbating me, of Barbara's cunt encasing my own penis, was too
much.

I erupted, and began softening. I thought I felt Helen arch her back
and go rigid the way she does when she has an orgasm.

Stan's actions became more violent, until finally, he finished,
emptying himself into my wife.

Except for Barbara, it was over.

She was first up, pulling on her robe, reminding Stan he had some work
to do on her, soon. "But he can do that alone," she told us. "You guys
look like you don't have anything left, but I can always get Stan
hard. I think it's really bedtime now. Do you guys want to sleep here,
so we can play again in the morning before you pack up and leave?"

I answered for both of us. "No, we better go to our room."

It took a moment for Helen to wrap the sarong around her, and Stan was
saying "Thanks, guys. We'll talk to you tomorrow', as we left.

"What a night. What a vacation," I said as the elevator moved us
lower.

We got to our room, and Helen held up Michael's wings. "You used these
sooner than I thought you would. Did you enjoy the flight?"

"You're a sexy woman, Helen," I said, not really answering the
question. "Come on, wife. Come to bed with your husband. Let's end our
vacation with lovemaking."

"Good" she said, and we did.

"Too bad we're leaving tomorrow," I said afterward, "this vacation is
great."

"You know," Helen reminded me," we don't have to be back at work for
three more days. Maybe we could stay another day."

I hadn't thought of that.

It took two phone calls, then I took Michael's wings and gave them to
Helen again. "We're staying, babe. You get to fly in Hawaiian skies
again tomorrow."

Michael was right about one thing. When ever we open Helen's jewelry
box and see them, we remember Hawaii. But he was wrong about this: we
don't remember only him.

This year's vacation will be to Italy. "we will be taking Michael's
wings, won't we?" Helen asked me when we were planning the trip.

Do you have any doubt about that?