Chapter 11: Resort Fun

The next morning, Steve woke up to Brenda sucking his cock. They had showered before going to bed, so he knew they were both clean enough for whatever they wanted to do. He luxuriated in the feeling of her tongue swirling around his cockhead but then stretched and tapped her on the shoulder. “Swing your ass up here, Bren. I want some of that pussy of yours.”

Brenda pulled her head away and smiled. “You say the nicest things in the morning. Delighted!” She shifted and straddled her husband’s head. She felt his tongue flick across her clit and focused again on Steve’s cock. She bent forward and opened her mouth, to take his erection between her lips. Steve brought his hands up to hold her ass in place and they settled in for a nice, long sixty-nine. By the time Brenda got her husband off and swallowed his cum, she had lost track of her own orgasms.

After a brief rest, Brenda stretched out and cuddled next to him. She put a hand on his cock and whispered, “I want more.”

Steve chuckled. That was a normal response from his wife when she had just had good sex. She had once told him that nothing made a woman want a good fuck more than an earlier good fuck. On the other hand, she had just swallowed a fair-sized load, and he could smell the cum on her breath. His cock responded, filling and stiffening, so her rolled her onto her stomach and climbed onto her. He straddled her thighs and pushed his cock down between her thighs, slipping it into her pussy from behind. Then he lay down on top of her, and as his hips began moving in slow motion, he kissed the back of her neck and told her how much he was enjoying their fuck. Brenda simply moaned and whimpered with pleasure.

Afterwards, they rolled apart and Brenda headed for the bathroom. When she came out, Steve went in. When Steve left the bathroom, he found Brenda dressed in a tank top and denim miniskirt, texting. “What’s up?” he asked.

“Just sending a text to Cindy. She said we left our tube of Tropic Desire in their room last night and wanted to know if we wanted it.”

Steve shrugged. “What did you tell her?”

“I said to keep it. It was the best lotion and lube we had ever found, and she should give Bill a full body massage with it. They’d be busy for hours.”

“True enough. Maybe we get another customer when they use it up.”

Brenda said, “She wanted to know if we wanted to do another soft swing this morning, but I said we were planning to head home. I’ll give her a call or whatever later this week.” She put her phone in her purse and said, “Get dressed. We can get breakfast and then pack and leave.”

“Checkout is at eleven,” he told her.

Brenda looked up at her husband. “I think I know what we should do for our next product.”

“Oh?” As it stood, you could buy eight-ounce tubes of Tropic Delight in either one- or two-packs, as well as TD branded buttplugs and dildos. The buttplugs came in different sizes and with a variety of designs on the visible portion. The dildos were made from shatterproof glass and had various ridges and rings molded in. The Tropic Delight body spray had been a disaster.

“I’ve been reading the blogs. Lots of people are sharing tubes of the lotion or giving them to friends. Look at us right now. I say we offer four-ounce tubes in two- or four-packs. Label them for sharing with friends.”

Steve smiled and said, “What’s the slogan? ‘Share the lube and share the joy?’”

Brenda rolled her eyes and smiled. “And that’s why we have partners, to outvote your bad marketing ideas.” Her husband snorted and smiled. “Seriously, we can start a blog post about the idea, see what the customers think. I’ve read a lot of posts where people have said they shared a tube with friends, or where new buyers said they got a tube from a friend. Maybe do an introductory price or a special Internet coupon for first time buyers.”

“Sounds good.”

“We can even begin selling Tropic Desire accessories, like tote bags and clothing!”

“Talk it over with Megan,” he said. Clothing? This was getting complicated!

Breakfast was bacon and eggs, after which they returned to their room. Unfortunately for any romantic plans, the room hadn’t been made up yet, and the bedclothes were strewn all over. They simply packed and checked out.

They were barely out of West Dover when Brenda turned to her husband and asked, “So, what did you think about last night?”

Steve glanced at her and smiled. His wife must have been excited by it all since her nipples were stiff and pushing against her tank top. “It was pretty wild, Bren. What did you think? Did you have fun?”

“I guess so.”

“Guess yes or guess no?”

Brenda gave him an exasperated smile before admitting, “Yes, I had fun. You?”

“I had fun, too, but you know that. It’s not like it’s the first time we’ve seen other people screwing or been seen screwing ourselves.”

“Yeah, but that’s always been outside, and just sort of happened. Yesterday was intentional,” Brenda replied. “That’s different.”

Steve shrugged and conceded the difference. “Still, you had fun, and so did I. Would you want to do another soft swing again?”

“Uh, yeah, sure.”

“And what about the other offer, you know, to swap?” he asked.

Brenda’s expression was different. “I don’t know. Can I think about that?”

“Sure. We can talk about it tonight.”

“Would you want to swap?” Brenda asked.

Steve shrugged and smiled. “Two parts to that. My Y chromosome says yes, but my brain says not to do anything you wouldn’t want. Let’s think about this and talk tonight.”

Brenda nodded and dropped her seat back. Closing her eyes, she dozed the rest of the trip.

The Olivers were surprised when they got home. Heather wasn’t home, but Steve Junior was watching television in the living room when his parents came in. He immediately noticed his mother, with her big tits pushing out against the tank top and her legs looking impossibly long under the short denim skirt. “Hi, sweetie!” she called out.

Brenda moved out of the way as Steve Senior came in, carrying their luggage. “Hey, Steve,” he said. “Down in a few.” He took the luggage up the stairs.

Brenda asked, “So, how was your weekend?”

“It was okay. I spent the day yesterday over at Jason’s. I think Heather spent the weekend with her boyfriend.” Fucking his brains out, he was sure. Just like Mom and Dad spent the weekend doing! Unlike what his parents thought, their son noticed more about them than they realized.

“Not too surprised about Heather. She kind of hinted that was happening when we talked before we left.”

Brenda went up the stairs. She found their suitcases open on the bed and Steve in the bathroom. “Thank you,” she said. Steve had sorted their clothes from the weekend and what was in the hamper into three piles, whites, darks, and colored.

He stripped his own clothes off and tossed them in the correct piles. “Your turn.”

Brenda smiled; Steve’s cock was already erect. She quickly stripped naked and kicked off her shoes.

“Now, kneel on the rug and spread your legs,” he told her.

Brenda smiled. It wasn’t going to be a nice comfortable screw on their bed. No, it was going to be hard and fast. She assumed the position, leaning over the side of the bathtub, and her husband knelt on the rug behind her. Moments later she felt his cock probing her pussy and then pushing inside. She groaned quietly, and then a second time as he began slamming his cock into her and then pulling out slowly. Then he ordered her to reach between her legs and rub her clit. Bracing herself on her left hand, she used her right to touch her pussy and clit. A few minutes later, as her back arched in orgasm, she felt her husband’s cock expand as his cum jetted into her.

Steve pulled out and stood up. “I think that is it for me, at least until tonight.”

His wife looked over her shoulder and gave him a tired smile. “Me too. I think I need a nap. Wake me for dinner.”

Steve helped Brenda to her feet and then dressed to head down to the living room. Brenda crawled into bed and fell asleep.

“You still want to go to West Dover this weekend?” asked Steve. They were finishing their packing, and he looked over at his wife.

Brenda nodded. Unlike their first trip to Baxter Mountain, Brenda was dressing down for their trip. The kids were both home and she didn’t want them commenting on her sheer blouse, miniskirt, and high heels. Instead, she was wearing a short-sleeved blue blouse and a long button-front denim skirt. “Sure, why not? I know the Wanamakers can’t come, but no reason we can’t have some fun on our own.”

Steve and Brenda had decided to try another soft swing, and Brenda and Cindy had been texting and talking since. In addition, Steve bought a subscription to the Wicked Weasel website and he and Brenda spent several evenings going through it. They found Cindy’s profile page and then looked through her photo galleries. It was obvious that Cindy had bought quite a few outfits, dresses and swimsuits, and was quite happy going topless and nude. Some were very spicy; it was obvious that Cindy liked showing her body off.

This was going to be their second trip to Baxter Mountain. It had been roughly two months since their first trip, in June, and now it was mid-August. Unfortunately, just a few days before, Brenda got a text stating that both Cindy and Bill had come down with the flu, and they couldn’t travel. Steve and Brenda had already reserved a room and decided to go anyway.

“Just checking. That what you’re planning to wear?”

Brenda smiled. “At least to start. I’ll make a few changes after we leave the house.”

“Like what?”

“You’ll just have to wait and find out. Grab the bags and let’s go.”

Steve snorted and grabbed the bags and followed his wife out of their bedroom and down the hall. In the living room they found Steve Junior texting. “Where’s your sister?”

Their son gave them a blank look. “She wasn’t in her room?”

“If I knew where she was, I wouldn’t have asked.”

The sarcasm went over Steve Junior’s head. He simply let out a loud, “HEATHER!”

“WHAT?” came up from the family room in the basement.

“She’s in the family room,” said the teen.

Steve rolled his eyes at his wife. “Which one do we kill first?” he asked.

“Does it matter?” She turned to her son and said, “We’re going now. We’ll be back on Sunday.”

Heather came up the stairs. “What?”

“We just wanted to say we were heading out and would be back on Sunday,” repeated Brenda.

“Okay.”

“Well, kiss your mother,” said Steve.

Both kids went and kissed Brenda on the cheek, and the two adults went out the front door. Heather looked at her brother and asked, “So, where are they going?”

“Somewhere to have sex without us around. Where did you think they were going?”

“Gross!”

Steve Junior rolled his eyes and shrugged. “Why not? You like it and I like it. Why wouldn’t they like it?” As soon as his parents were gone, he was heading over to his girlfriend’s. Her parents were at work, and they were planning to fool around until they came home.

“Gross!” she repeated.

Once they were on Route 7, Brenda said, “Keep your eyes on the road.”

“Hmm?”

“Look at the road, not me.” With that, Brenda unbuttoned her skirt and then pulled her panties off. She rebuttoned the top two buttons and then worked on her blouse. That was unbuttoned to the waist, and she reached inside. Twisting her strapless bra around, she undid the catch and tossed it in the back seat along with her panties. She didn’t rebutton her blouse.

“But I like looking at you when you get undressed,” he protested, laughing.

“Behave. When we get to West Dover, then you can look, but not until then. The kids already think we’re a pair of horny old people. We get in an accident; they’ll know it for sure.”