I guess I should start by telling you a little about us. We are pretty average couple; at 35 we have been married for 8 years and have a couple of little ones. We were both pretty open with each other sexually sharing many fantasies together. We had even role-played a few. My favorite fantasies involved celebrity type men while my husband's favorite involved us swapping with another couple. Although we both acknowledged why people are attracted to that lifestyle we also felt that it wasn't quite for us. I have always been a flirt and a slight tease and by no means a prude having had quite a few sexual experiences especially in college. My husband had always showed an interest in my flirting. He would say that me flirting with someone but going home with him was like having a hot car, you love showing it off to your friends, maybe even take them for a spin in it however they couldn't drive it.
The other person in our story is Tom. First off Tom was actually my long time friend, he lived next door to us when I was a kid. Tom and I never were really boyfriend /girlfriend in our teens. We tried and actually were each others first kiss but I guess we knew each other to well and although great friends it never went any further. When I met my husband he eventually met Tom, to my delight they hit it off and became great friends.
Thru the years we shared many great times with Tom and a few of his long-term girlfriends. My comfort with Tom was very obvious in my displays of affection towards him and our relationship. My husband didn't feel threatened by Tom and as a matter of fact got a bit of a sexual kick out of our flirting. Once talking about swapping after seeing a TV show about the topic my husband asked me if I had to make love to a man that I knew not a celeb who would it be, my answer without hesitation was Tom, my reasons were that he was cute, gentle, I was somewhat curious about what he would be like and just to tease my hubby I ended by saying he was a good kisser. The kisser comment was because of something that had happened a few years back.
It was the end of a New Years eve party and Tom was quite drunk, as he was leaving getting a ride from another friend he said goodbye to me at the door, as I gave him a normal tight hug and peck on the lips, he squeezed me towards him more then normal and opened his mouth and shoved his tongue in my mouth. I was surprised but knew he was drunk and didn't want to embarrass him so I acted like it was okay ended the kiss and he left. My husband a had seen and was also surprised but didn't think much of it as he knew Tom was drunk, he also kidded me that watching me swap spit with someone was pretty hot and suggested I kiss all the guests that way when they left including the women.
The next morning Tom was at our door and looked like hell, he had a hangover and felt awful. It was sad as he feverously apologized to my husband and I for the kiss, he felt terrible he said over and over again. He was a great friend (One of our kids godfathers) and I had a soft spot for him, since I knew my husband hadn't been upset (actually turned on) by the whole thing, I walked up to Tom and told him to be quiet, I said that it was not a big deal, it was just a kiss and I had enjoyed it, with that I grabbed his face with my two hands and planted a five of six second wet tongue kiss on him. When I let him go I said there now we are even but don't expect those all the time just special occasions, I am married. We all chuckled and sat down to some breakfast. Since that day the kissing thing had always been a source of kidding and flirting. I would tease my husband about Tom being a better kisser and enjoyed giving Tom sexy kiss every now and then, not often but a birthday, special thank you etc. I guess I probably kissed him a dozen times the last three.
The past few years had been a bit hard for my husband and I as we had two kids, I stopped working for a while and we bought a house. Although we had enough money for our day-to-day stuff we hadn't had a vacation in awhile. Tom came to the rescue as he was going to be in Miami for a week at a conference and had a suite at a Residence Inn in Miami Beach. He gave us anniversary gift of two plane tickets to come down and stay with him and use his rental car. Basically a free vacation as all we had to do was drop him off at the conference center in the morning and pick him up at the end of the day. So we had a week's vacation for almost no cost, Tom even said that we could have the privacy of the bedroom and he would stay on the pullout couch in the living room. The hotel room even had a kitchen so we did have to eat out every day if we didn't want too. Well we couldn't say no so we planned our week.
We flew down on Sunday night with Tom and arrived at about 9.By the time we got unpacked and bought a few things to have in the room it was bedtime. I didn't want to take the big bed in the bedroom but Tom insisted saying he wanted us to have some privacy during our vacation. We all went to bed.
The first two days of our vacation were great. Either my husband or I would drive Tom to the conference center then comeback to the room eat breakfast and head out to south beach. We enjoyed the beach all day getting great sun and the wonderful Florida water; I also got to tan my breasts. I hadn't gone topless in years but there were many people on that beach topless so I did. My husband loved the idea of me laying there in nothing but my little bottom while guys walked by and glanced. At about 4 we would leave pick up Tom and head back to hotel, shower and get dinner. After dinner we drove around town or walked around checking out sites before going off to bed.
Wednesday was a little different because Tom would only have meetings till about 1 so he could come to the beach. I dropped him off at the conference center and then my husband and I headed to the beach. When it was time my husband left me on the beach while he picked up Tom, he kidded me saying that when he got back I better make sure I got rid of all the young hunks that would be hanging around me while he was gone. Well that didn't happen but it was a great boost for my ego when a young handsome guy came over and started a conversation with me, as I lay there topless. I have to say I felt so sexy talking to this young stranger with so little on, I did let him know I was waiting for my husband and he then left after some small l talk. After the young man left I put my top on, as I figured Tom would be coming and I would feel weird being topless in front of him. Although he had seem me many times in sleepwear and I am sure had gotten a few peeks at me down a blouse thru the years I didn't feel right about being topless.
My husband and Tom arrived at the beach and my husband commented on my top, asking why I had put it on saying he and Tom were disappointed. I didn't want to get into it so I just said I had felt uncomfortable, my husband took that to mean while he wasn't there so he said well I am here now. I thought about it for a while and started to think that maybe it would be quite sexy to be topless in front of a good friend. Well I took it off and Tom was stunned.
We lay there and I would occasionally notice Tom glance at my breasts especially when I applied some sun block to them. After a few hours we went back to the hotel and showered for dinner. During the ride my husband made a crack that I had failed my duties as a Toms surrogate wife by not wanting at first to be topless in front of Tom after I had showed perfect strangers my breasts for days and not asking him to help with my sun block since he had been so nice as to take me on vacation. I laughed it off as usual and said that I would be a good surrogate wife in the future.
The surrogate wife comment had become a bit of a tease by my husband. In the last few years Tom hadn't really had a steady girl so many times he would ask me for dating tips, help with clothes shopping, I had even done his laundry from time to time. This along with our little kissing thing and general flirting had my husband teasing that I was his surrogate wife. So occasionally he would make the comment however this time was a little different. He wasn't talking about me doing his laundy or cooking for him or even a kiss. He said it with regard to being almost naked in front of him and allowing him to touch me as if it was my duty.
So I kind of wanted to get even with him, in the past whenever he would say that I would make sure I did something playfully wife like for Tom. This time my husband had a made his comment more sexual. So I thought about a come back.
That night at dinner we chatted about the next day as Tom would not go to any meetings and do some site seeing with us, somehow the conversation turned to shopping and I playfully mentioned that Tom would have to take me shopping as his surrogate wife, my husband quickly reminded me that I hadn't been a very good one lately. I then said not to worry starting when we woke up in the morning I would be Toms official surrogate wife for 24 hours. That caused a few comments back and forth and eventually the conversation went back to ordinary stuff. That night we went to bed and I stayed up thinking about what I would do as his wife.
I figured I would play along like more of a date, making sure I occasionally held hands, arm around him, sat next to him in the car, etc. I never planned on doing anything wild but the day would take some interesting turns.
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