Chapter 39

We didn’t get a chance to see Eric and Ginger over the next couple weeks, but whenever we made love, we still fantasized, pretending we were with them. We were both hot for this other couple. Michelle didn’t ever expect to ever be able to carry it any further than we had at dinner, but I had other ideas if Ginger was still willing. Michelle’s fantasizing and my anticipation made for some very hot lovemaking sessions between us, including the teasing and foreplay.

The next time we saw them was at a square dance on the first Saturday of February. By then, Michelle was almost in a frenzy from wanting Eric so badly, still knowing she couldn’t ever have him. My uncertainty was driving me out of my mind as well.

Ginger and Michelle both wore square dance dresses and looked divine. Eric and I wore shirts and ties matching our spouses. There’s one thing all men love about square dancing, the colorful, beautiful dresses and slips the ladies wear. Michelle’s pettipants under her slip had gradually seemed to get a little smaller until it wasn’t much more than a frilly, bikini panty, matching her slip. I was still hoping for it to get smaller yet, into a thong pettipant. I think the ones she had now were as small as they made them though so my dream of her showing off her thong every time she twirled was probably never going to happen.

I do remember the time though, that Jacqui had worn a very skimpy dress to a dance in Reno, with no panties at all. Now that was an exciting dance for everyone there, especially for Jacqui and me after the dance! I thought about Jacqui’s wedding and wondered if her husband would have the same fun with her that I had. I hoped so and hoped not.

Ginger and I danced together several times, as did Michelle and Eric. I could tell from the looks between the two of them that they both wanted more than just to square dance together. To be honest, so did Ginger and I.

I never had an opportunity to talk to Ginger since our dances are with three other couples in a square. During the breaks, we always sat with our group of friends. It was still driving me nearly out of my mind wanting to know what she was thinking about our little plot of getting Michelle and Eric together in the same bed. We’d gone so much further at our dinner than I even imagined and I was hoping it clarified in her mind whether or not she still wanted Michelle and Eric to go to bed together.

The bathrooms were out in the hall, somewhat private from the dance hall. When Ginger excused herself to go to the restroom, I waited a few minutes and said I needed to go as well. I waited in the hall, hoping nobody came by before Ginger came out of the ladies’ room. When she did, I took her hand and led her into one of the little rooms off the hall where we’d actually have some privacy. I wanted to kiss her but restrained myself, asking, “Are you still interested in what we talked about?”

“You mean Michelle with Eric?”

“Yeah, after what happened the other night, do you still want that to happen?”

She grinned at me and said, “More than ever! You should have seen Eric when we got home. We were both so turned on, it was the best sex we’ve ever had.”

I couldn’t help but get a big grin on my face. That’s what I was hoping to hear and had been so anxious about the last several weeks. I was afraid since we hadn’t been able to get together that Ginger had backed out and was avoiding us.

“Us too,” I told her. “We never even made it out of the living room.”

Ginger laughed and said, “That was the longest fifteen minute drive home we’ve ever had.”

“We were glad we didn’t have to drive. I don’t think we could have made it out of the driveway before being all over each other.”

I told her that I had a plan and asked if they’d have a free weekend in the next few weeks that we could make a trip. Ginger screwed up her face like she was thinking and told me she couldn’t think of anything but to let her know the date as soon as I could.

After Ginger went back into the dance, I actually did go to the restroom. I was glad there wasn’t anyone there to ask me what was causing my Cheshire Cat grin. I’d have hated to explain.

When the dance was over, we bid everyone good night and drove home. I never said anything about my plans to Michelle. I knew the next two or three weeks were going to seem like an eternity.

Sunday morning, I checked the internet for a couple hotel rooms. I wanted to go to the Inn at Otter Crest, where Michelle and I had spent our tenth wedding anniversary. It’s a beautiful series of buildings set on a cliff overlooking a rugged portion of the Oregon coast. We’d never been to the coast in the winter before and I anticipated it being a lot of fun, maybe even other than the nights.

I thought about the changes in our lives since that anniversary, and they would have been totally incomprehensible if someone would have told us then what our last two years would bring.

The earliest weekend I could get two connecting ocean-view rooms was February 26th & 27th, three weeks away. I’d been hoping for at least the weekend before. They had a good cancellation policy so I went ahead and made the reservation, hoping that Ginger and Eric could make the trip then.

After I made the reservation I texted Ginger and asked if they’d be free that weekend. I didn’t want to mention it to Michelle until I heard back from Ginger. I was a nervous wreck waiting for her answer. I didn’t know if she had her phone off, was ignoring me, or what was going on, but I didn’t hear from her until that evening. My phone finally buzzed and I opened her text, “That weekend is good, what are we doing?”

I texted her back right away, “I have reservations for two adjoining rooms at the Oregon coast.” I waited only a few seconds until I got two happy faces from her. I guessed that meant the plan was good.

Michelle and I had been watching an episode of “The Office” when I got the texts from Ginger. Dwight was the self-appointed, one-person safety committee and firebombed the office, nearly burning it down to demonstrate that they weren’t prepared for an emergency. He was proud that he’d made his point because Kevin had a heart attack and Phyllis broke her leg trying to get out of the building. No reason to have told you that ... was just funnier than hell!

I was excited the next couple weeks. I told Michelle I’d made the reservations at the coast, but not that Ginger and Eric were going with us. I wanted that to be a last minute surprise. She was still excited since we’d enjoyed that Inn so much on our anniversary.

Consequently, I avoided Ginger and Eric until right before it was time for our trip. I didn’t avoid teasing Michelle about Eric though. Every chance I got, I mentioned her new boyfriend and what he might be like in bed, never giving her an inkling that she’d ever actually get him in her bed. I think she was glad to get away from me on the nights she went to Shaun’s.

We packed for the weekend on Thursday night. It was only then that I offhandedly mentioned that Eric and Ginger were going with us. She looked at me with a kind of lopsided grin land said, “Really, and you didn’t tell me that before now?”

“Well, it was kind of a surprise and I didn’t want to tell you.”

I think she was starting to put two and two together, “And what do you expect to happen on this trip?”

I feigned perfect innocence, kind of hard when you’re guilty as hell. “Nothing, I just thought it’d be fun to have company.”

She believed me just like we could believe the numerous politicians running for President.

We finished packing and I noticed that Michelle made it a point to pack a couple of very sexy nighties.

We were all leaving work at noon the next day so we could get there at a decent hour. It was hardest for Eric since he was a high school teacher. He had to take a personal day for the whole day and the school got a substitute for him. I put our bags in the car and we drove to their house. When we got there, we had to decide whose car to take. Let’s see, are we taking our eight-year old Honda Accord or their almost new Lexus. Hmm, which should we take, Lexus or Accord? Surprise, surprise, we all voted on the Lexus.

It was a little after one-thirty when we finally got away from their house. It’s about a six hour trip, except naturally we’d be going through Portland right at rush hour. Eric and I sat in front and the girls in the back. It was a pretty routine trip going down. Nobody brought up the elephant in the car, the fact that only Ginger and I knew ... our spouses would likely be sleeping together on this trip. The drive down was a little bit sexually charged, even though nothing was being said.

We stopped at Wilsonville, just South of Portland for dinner at Wendy’s. What can I say we’re all connoisseurs of fine fast food. The trip through Portland wasn’t as bad as we feared, probably because it was still winter and people weren’t driving as much as normal. It was slow, but certainly tolerable.

We got to the Inn and checked in shortly after nine. It’d been dark the last several hours so we weren’t able to see the ocean. Our second story rooms each had a small balcony looking out over the ocean where we could smell the ocean air and hear the waves crashing against the bluffs. The weather was surprisingly balmy, several degrees above normal. It was in the low sixties when we were all sitting out on our balcony.

I hadn’t wanted to give away the reason for the trip yet, so we were still with our respective spouses. Michelle was sitting on my lap and Ginger on Eric’s, listening to the waves a couple hundred yards from our rooms. There was no moon so the backside of the inn facing the ocean was dark, except for the few lights from inside the buildings. It was incredibly pleasant just sitting there enjoying the night air and listening to the ocean. We talked about what we might do the next day: Visit the lighthouse; the Devil’s Punchbowl; underwater aquarium; or any number of things within a few miles of the inn.

I didn’t tease Michelle about Eric that night when we made love, still not wanting her to have any suspicions of what the next night might bring. Actually, Ginger and I hadn’t discussed anything specific. I guess we simply assumed that nature would take its course.

The next morning, Michelle and I got up and dressed. Michelle wore a light, very soft, cashmere sweater and a pair of nice pants. I’ve mentioned before how much I enjoy watching her put on her make-up. I especially did that morning as I wanted sparks to fly back and forth between her and Eric, hopefully leading up to a very good night that neither of them expected. In my eyes, Michelle was stunning. I was pretty sure she hadn’t put on a bra, because I was sure I could see the faint outline of her nipples.

When Michelle had made herself sufficiently glamorous, we knocked on the intervening door between our rooms. There were two doors, one swinging each direction, each with a separate latch operable from the room side, so that someone in both rooms had to open their door to allow access. Eric opened the door and said that Ginger was nearly ready.

When Ginger entered the room from the bathroom, she took my breath away. She’d brushed her long red hair down over her shoulders and was wearing a bright green, satiny blouse and white slacks. She was absolutely beautiful!

We agreed to have breakfast in the Inn’s restaurant, which was down nearly at the ocean level. I remembered from when Michelle and I were there that you take a cute little ground-level tram from the upper level where we were down to the restaurant. Before we left, Ginger said she had a suggestion to make the day even more fun. “How about if between now and tonight, we trade spouses. I’ll be Robert’s wife and Michelle can be Eric’s?”

I was thrilled at the idea, and said so. Michelle and Eric looked at each other with a grin on their faces as well, obviously enamored with Ginger’s suggestion. I simply stepped away from Michelle, took Ginger’s hand and gave her a brief kiss on the lips and said, “Sweetheart, shall we go to breakfast?” Michelle stepped over to Eric and we left the room, each of us holding hands with our new spouse.

Each of the little carts are just big enough for two adults and is controlled from inside the cart. Eric and Michelle stepped in the first one and Ginger and I in the one right behind them. Then we released the brakes and started the decline down to the restaurant. I remembered how Michelle and I had enjoyed the ride on our tenth anniversary, kissing all the way down, so I leaned over and took Ginger’s lips in mine and we enjoyed the short trip very much! I hoped Michelle remembered our little tradition as well but didn’t take time to notice.

The restaurant sits right at the edge of the bluff, where you can look straight down out the picture windows and watch the pounding surf below. I let Ginger sit right next to the window where I’d have to lean over her and smell her perfume so that I could see below as well. I noticed that Eric had the same dilemma, leaning over Michelle to see the waves pounding against the rocks. We were both cheek to cheek with our “spouses”, watching nature at its most beautiful (in more ways than one!).

After breakfast, the first thing I wanted to do was go to Depoe Bay and get some salt water taffy. Depoe Bay has the best salt water taffy on the face of the earth, Ainslee’s (look it up on the internet). You can watch it being made through the windows; the stretching and wrapping machines are fascinating to watch. Then there are about fifty or so bins, each with a different flavor you can pick from. My favorites are the licorice and cinnamon. We each bought several pounds, enough to tide us over for the weekend and maybe even a day or two after getting home.

When we stepped back outside, we walked across the street to a little viewpoint where you could watch the boats come in and out of the harbor, as well as the surf against the rocks. It was fun pretending to be Ginger’s husband, holding hands with her, or my arm around her shoulder, and watching Eric and Michelle doing the same.

I asked Ginger if she’d like to share a taffy, unwrapped one and put half of it in my mouth, inviting her to take the other half in hers. She grinned and wrapped her lips around the very tip of the candy, slowly working it the rest of the way into her mouth until our lips were touching. We both sucked at our end of the candy and gradually sucked on the others lips until the candy was gone. I looked over at Michelle and Eric, seeing that they were looking out over the ocean, arms around each other’s backs, and Michelle’s head was on Eric’s shoulder.

When we got back to the car, Ginger wanted to go to the Yaquina Head Lighthouse. We drove nearly to Newport, then turned off and down the narrow, twisty road to the lighthouse. An advantage of sitting in the back with your “wife” is that the center divider can be put up to make a solid bench seat, much better for snuggling and kissing than the front seat! Eric drove with Michelle in the front passenger seat, their hands together with fingers intertwined and glancing periodically in the mirror to watch the lovebirds in the back.

Unfortunately, the ride was relatively short, only about ten miles altogether. We were lucky, it was going to be a beautiful day. The forecast was for about seventy degrees. When we got out though, the little breeze coming in from the ocean was a bit cool, so we all donned our light jackets.

The lighthouse is on a narrow piece of land that juts out about a mile into the ocean. It’s still in operation (since 1873), but we could walk up the little spiral stair to right below the actual light. Looking out the windows from that height gave us a beautiful view. There’s a sign at the bottom saying there’s only room for two on the observation deck, so Ginger and I walked up first. We concluded that since we were the only two on the deck, looking out over the ocean, that it would be an excellent place for a little making-out.

When we finally climbed back down the stairs, Michelle asked, “What took you so long?”

“We were just enjoying the view.” I told her, with a smile that gave away what we’d actually been doing.

As Michelle and Eric started climbing, I couldn’t help but adding, “It is a nice place for a happily married couple to enjoy a few minutes of privacy.” Ginger blushed. She’s gorgeous when she blushes! Both Michelle and Eric looked back down with a smile on their faces that told us they understood perfectly what I was saying.

While they were up in the lighthouse enjoying the nice view, Ginger and I walked around behind it, to the edge of the fenced area a few feet from the vertical, rock bluff down into the ocean. There’s a small rock island about fifty feet or so from the lighthouse that’s teeming with various birds and animals. There’s lots of seals around the base, hundreds of cormorants and other birds all squawking and squealing. There are supposedly lots of bald eagles, but we never saw any. It was fun looking at all the animals through the binocular machine you put a quarter into for five minutes of viewing.

Michelle and Eric joined us about fifteen minutes later. Ginger asked if they enjoyed the view from the top and both smiled and assured us that they had. It’d become fairly apparent that Michelle wasn’t wearing a bra from the way her breasts swayed under her sweater when she walked. I suspect it had become much more obvious to Eric at the top of the lighthouse. Ginger, on the other hand, was wearing a bra. Although I had managed to become aware that it was a very sexy, lacy one.

We all explored the area, walking out on a little point where you can look down into the booming surf a couple hundred feet below on both sides of the point. There’s an old car body down on the beach, where you can only see it from the very tip of the point. It must have washed up years and years ago.

When we got back to the car, Eric handed me the keys and said I could drive. No complaint because I’ve never driven a Lexus before. Talk about a sweet car! It wasn’t a mystery why he wanted the back seat with my wife, as soon as we were in the car, they were necking! Ginger adjusted the rear-view mirror so she could watch her husband making out with my wife. From her expression, it appeared obvious that she was enjoying their kissing in the back.

The occupants of the back seat seemed pretty pre-occupied so I asked Ginger what she wanted to do. She and I decided that we’d go to the Oregon Coast Aquarium. Michelle and I had been there before but Eric and Ginger hadn’t. It’s a unique aquarium with a glass walk-through tunnel totally surrounded by water. Ginger and I were a little ahead of Michelle and Eric walking through it with all kinds of fish swimming around and overhead. I enjoyed watching Eric and Michelle as a couple, laughing and enjoying each other as much as the aquarium. I know that Ginger and I were as well.

Lunch was late, mid-afternoon. We ate lunch in the little Newport Café. It’s a tiny little café with about a hundred items on their menu: Tacos; steak; hamburgers; lasagna; and almost anything else you can imagine. One of their signature items is a five-pound hamburger ... five pounds of meat on a bun about fourteen inches in diameter. We ordered it and the four of us managed to eat only about half.

We went back to the Inn and changed clothes to explore the tide pools and the Devil’s Punchbowl right below the Inn. The Devil’s Punchbowl is a giant hole in the rock beach where the waves roar into and through. Above it on the slippery rocks where the waves splash over are the tide pools. We found starfish, lots of sea anemones, little hermit crabs and so on. Both Michelle and Ginger enjoyed putting their fingers in the anemones and feeling them close around their finger. Somehow, that’s never appealed to me. They’re trying to trap your finger to eat it!

We wandered around the tide pools for an hour or so, then decided it’d be fun to just take a drive down the coast. We drove as far South as Florence, about an hour if you go straight through, but we stopped at all the viewpoints. The Oregon coast South of Newport has beautiful views around every corner. I’d have liked to walk down to the beach in a few places, especially the Devil’s Churn, but it was already dark by the time we got to Florence and we still had to drive back. We stopped and watched the beautiful sunset at a viewpoint a little North of Florence

We switched drivers in Florence and I drove home, letting Eric and Michelle have the back seat again. Unfortunately, it was too dark to see anything but we could still hear. I was more than jealous. On the way down when Ginger and I were in the back seat we stopped every few minutes so we didn’t get any chance to have any backseat fun. On the way back, not only was it nonstop, but dark too. There wasn’t much traffic, so very few headlights lighting up the back either. What we did get a chance to see, it looked like both kept their clothes intact. I’d definitely become anxious for the night to arrive, but I still didn’t know what Ginger’s plan was. I intended to let her take the lead and make any suggestions on sleeping arrangements.

We were all hungry when we got back to the Inn. Luckily the restaurant didn’t close until nine. We got there right at eight, so had time to order a very good seafood meal. Their salmon was superb!

After dinner, we rode the little carts back to the top of the hill and walked to our rooms, arm-in-arm with our traded spouses. That strange feeling of being with the other’s spouse had worn off and we were all very melancholy about ending the arrangement. Actually, I was more than a little excited about what was going to happen, but Ginger hadn’t given any indication what she wanted to do. I know that Eric and Michelle fully expected to retire for the night with their real spouses.

Like the night before, we sat outside on Eric and Ginger’s balcony quietly listening to the waves again. I was almost resigned to the fact that Ginger had decided that what we’d done during the day had been enough when she took Eric’s hand in hers, and nervously asked him, “Honey, do you want to keep the switch tonight?”

He looked at her and asked, “You mean... ?”

“Yes, I’m asking if you want to sleep with Michelle tonight?”

He looked around at me and Michelle. Michelle definitely had gotten a smile on her face and nodded her head up and down. I think he already knew my answer as Ginger and I had slept together those two nights in December. There wasn’t anything I wanted more than another night with her ... and my wife with him!

He looked back at his wife, “You wouldn’t mind? It’s okay with you?”

She sounded unsure, much more so than she had during the day. “I’m not sure, but I’m willing to try.” She paused a little bit before adding, sounding a little more certain of herself, “I want you to.”

Michelle got up, took Eric’s hand and led him into our room. On her way past Ginger, I heard her whisper, “Thank you, I’ll take good care of him.”

Then they were gone leaving Ginger and me alone on the balcony. Ginger led the way into her room, turned and kissed me. We’d kissed a lot during the day, but not like this. Most of that had been playful, teasing her husband and Michelle. Even at the top of the lighthouse, we’d exaggerated the making out in order to entice Eric and Michelle. This wasn’t a playful kiss; it was two lovers who’d been wanting to do this again for the last three months and been sexually charged on overdrive all during the day.

When our kiss finally broke and we’d caught our breaths a little bit, Ginger asked me if I’d open the door between the rooms. I was pretty sure she was still nervous about her husband and Michelle. I swung open the door on our side, expecting to have to knock in order to have them open the other door, but theirs hadn’t latched so I quietly swung it open.

I motioned for Ginger to come take a peek into the other room. Eric and Michelle were laying on the bed kissing, but with Eric’s hand under Michelle’s blouse kneading her bare boob. We heard moaning coming from both their mouths. Ginger and I stood and watched for a few minutes, the kisses becoming more and more frantic. I didn’t even notice at the time, but while Ginger was watching her husband with my wife, she was unbuttoning her blouse.

When she turned, and kissed me again, her blouse was open revealing her soft, lacy bra. I pushed her blouse the rest of the way off and reached around to unsnap her bra, letting it drop to the floor. Ginger has relatively small breasts but they fit her thin, tall frame perfectly. I cupped her nipple and pinched slightly eliciting a moan from her while we kissed.

I was being pushed almost to the sexual breaking point. Not only was I about to make love once again with this beautiful woman who I’d had a major crush on in high school, but my wife was fulfilling my fantasy right next door with her husband. Ginger was looking into my eyes while she slowly pushed her capri pants down and off. She had on the little thong panty to match the bra. I stood in front of her nearly naked body and undressed myself, letting my very hard cock spring out when I slid my underwear down.

We lay down on the bed together and kissed again. My hand slipped under her panties and lightly caressed and explored just inside her pussy lips. I loved the feel of her soft pubic hair, which I knew was just as red as her hair. When we’d been together before I didn’t do it, but I needed to taste her. I kissed down her shoulder, across her chest until I took one of her nipples in my mouth causing Ginger to moan and arch her breast up into me, running her fingers through my hair. I released her nipple, then trailed kisses down her stomach pausing slightly to lick her belly button, as she started thrusting her hips.

I don’t know if she realized yet what was coming, but I left little doubt when I slid her panties down and slipped a pillow under her hips. When I kissed the inside of her thighs, Ginger spread her legs far apart and I finally tasted the prize I’d wanted so badly. Ginger let out a long, low wail as I spread her pussy lips with my tongue and sucked her clit into my mouth. Damn, she tasted good to me, thrusting her hips up into my mouth! I kissed her and extended my tongue as deeply into her as I could. Ginger was thrashing around, and I felt her body tense and shudder as she came with my mouth inside her pussy lips.

I crawled back up the bed to kiss her. I wanted Ginger to taste herself on my lips. I was also very nearly at the point of no-return, where I needed to plunge my cock as deep inside her to feel her soft, warm vagina wrap around me. She broke away from my kiss and said, “I have to go look.” I knew what she was saying, she had to see her husband with my wife.

We walked over to the door together, Ginger standing in front of me. My hands were on her breasts, toying with her nipples when we saw what was happening in the other room. Michelle was on her back at the edge of the bed, her hips up off the bed and her legs over Eric’s shoulders as he pummeled his cock in and out of her. Michelle’s head was thrashing back and forth and her knuckles were white from gripping the bedding so hard. Michelle was wailing and Eric was grunting with each thrust. We couldn’t see his face but we could imagine his expression. We watched for several minutes. He paused deep inside her every few thrusts to catch his breath, then started pummeling her again. There was nothing gentle about how he was using my wife and it was obvious she was loving every thrust.

Ginger turned away and dragged me back to the bed, getting on her knees and elbows, and told me to fuck her. I wasn’t sure if she was angry or turned on. I climbed onto the bed behind her and accommodated her wishes. My first thrust went all the way to my balls and Ginger groaned. “Oh God, fuck me hard!” she managed to blurt out.

I was doing so as hard as I knew how, pulling nearly all the way out, then ramming back in, pushing her further up the bed with every thrust until she was holding herself off the headboard. My cock was hard, as big as I could ever remember it being and oh so sensitive to the feelings inside her pussy. I don’t know how many times, or if Ginger came while I was pummeling her, but I knew I was coming close to one of the most massive orgasms in recent history. When it finally hit, I rammed myself as deeply into her as humanly possible, grabbed her hips pulling her back into me and gritted my teeth to explode and pump my cum inside her. It was then that I felt Ginger’s muscles squeezing down on my cock with the most exquisite feeling, and heard her wail her heart out.

When it was over, both our bodies were drenched in sweat and I couldn’t catch my breath. Ginger was face down on the bed with me on her back, my cock starting to soften inside her pussy. After the intensity of that orgasm, I was sure I wouldn’t be able to come again for another week. Ginger rolled me off of her and turned toward me. I couldn’t help but tell her, “That was incredible!”

Ginger giggled and asked, “What was?”

I felt the sweat on her body and said, “Whatever it was that made you so wet and sweaty like that.” Then I couldn’t help myself, I wrapped my lips around one of her breasts, sucking it deep in my mouth.