The weather forecast looked good so I booked us a weekend in the country. It was the first weekend of my two weeks' annual leave. I chose a small hotel with a bar, rather than an AirBnB or a Guest House as I thought it would be nice for us all to sit around and chat in the evening.
'Us' comprises me, Katherine, my husband of three years, Kevin, my best friend Karen and her husband of two years, Kyle. Karen and I had been best friends for years, so close we were often referred to in our Uni days as 'Double K'. Not that we are particularly similar in character and temperament. We are opposites, in fact. Karen is extrovert, energetic, a 'free spirit', perhaps flighty even. I'm quiet, unadventurous, conventional, boring to some I suppose. I'd married Kevin for security, mostly, though I do believe I love him. He's even more staid and conventional than I am. Our marriage was solid but we had sunk into a set of routines: the same meals on the same days, his parents one Sunday, mine the next. Sex on Friday and Saturday nights, missionary position only.
Karen, on the other hand had been much more adventurous than me. While I'd had just a few boyfriends before settling down with Kevin, she'd played the field. Several fields, in fact. I'd been very surprised when she'd got married.
"He's so good in bed, darling, I'll never need anyone else," she'd said when I queried her decision,
"he can do it three times a night."
I'd felt a twinge of jealousy. Kevin is definitely a once-a-night-twice-a-week man. Sometimes I felt definitely frustrated as he rolled off me after a five-minute fuck and went straight to sleep. But, as I said, I married him for the security which he very definitely provided. I told myself I didn't want more than that sexually.
We spent quite a lot of time together as a group, our husbands getting on well, though Kevin was a little awed by Kyle's 'nothing is a problem' and 'life is a breeze' attitude, so a weekend together was nothing new.
On the Friday night, once checked in, we congregated in the bar and planned our next day's activities which comprised a nice long walk to a country pub for lunch and back. It turned out the hotel provided evening meals, so we decided to eat in that night and if it was ok, the next night too.
The food was good enough and the wine flowed so we were all a little tipsy when we went to bed later that evening. As it was a Friday, Kevin was feeling amorous and began kneading my left breast through my pyjama top as soon as I climbed into bed. He was naked, I noticed, which was unusual for him, he normally wore pyjamas. It didn't take too long for me to become aroused at which point I removed my pyjamas. Instantly Kevin was on top of me, feeling for my vagina entrance, his erection pressing on my thigh. I'd have liked a bit, ok a lot, more foreplay, but I just spread my legs and guided him in. It was over as quickly as usual; he was soon snoring softly beside me. I'd hoped for a little more as we were away on holiday. It was made worse because I could hear Karen and Kyle at it through the wall. Their bed creaked loudly and Karen has very noisy orgasms. I counted three before I fell asleep.
The next day was as fine as we'd hoped and we set off after breakfast. A very easy, friendly familiarity was normal for us. I had a long talk with Karen, catching up on things and reminiscing as old friends do, then I chatted very amicably to Kyle, who can talk about anything. He always acted as a real gentleman treating me as an intelligent friend rather than a bimbo and potential conquest, as many men do.
The pub lunch was good, and quite a lot of wine flowed again, so the walk back seemed much quicker. Karen and I went upstairs to shower while the boys stayed in the bar, still drinking. We had a couple more drinks before dinner and then more during and after before deciding an early night was a good idea.
Kevin was very mellow after all the drinks, so I was able to get him to give me a little more attention before he fucked me. He didn't last long as usual. But unusually, I had been aroused so now I felt a little frustration. To my surprise Kevin didn't go straight to sleep, but got out of bed mumbling about the bathroom (it was an old hotel, so there was a shared bathroom). I turned onto my side and curled up, swallowing my frustration. Usually I would put my pyjamas back on at this point, but for some reason that night I didn't. I was half-asleep when I felt Kevin get back into bed. To my surprise, he didn't turn over and go to sleep immediately, he cuddled up to me. To my even bigger surprise he had another erection! I could feel it pressed against my bum. I couldn't remember the last time he'd had two erections in one night, if he ever had.
I pushed back and wriggled a little, enjoying the feeling of his hard prick against my buttocks. It was very hard, too, harder than usual. His hand came around me and squeezed my breast, but gently, not like he was kneading dough. I was very aroused by now so I made appreciative noises. He shifted position so his cock was pressing on my vagina entrance. He said, "God, that feels so good!" I froze. That wasn't Kevin's voice, it was Kyle's!
I turned over and said, "What the fuck, Kyle?"
"Sorry!," he said." It was Kevin's idea. Just a prank. I knew it was stupid!"
Two things happened in the next second. The thought entered my mind; "I'm horny as hell!" and I heard definite sounds of sex coming through the wall. Kevin was fucking Karen! (Actually it was Karen that was fucking Kevin, but I only found that out later). Kyle could obviously hear them too, though he didn't react, surprisingly I thought. His wife was having loud sex next door and he didn't seem bothered by it.
The fact that I was a little tipsy, I was very aroused and I was a little angry at Kevin meant that I made one of those decisions that can make or break a life. I moved in on Kyle and took his rigid cock in my hand. He needed no further prompting. He climbed onto me as I opened my legs wide and I guided his cock into my cunt. He began thrusting gently and slowly, pulling almost all the way out, then back in again, as far as he could, giving me the most intense feelings I'd ever had. At the same time he was giving my tits a very good time with his hands and was kissing and nibbling my neck and ears. I was making lots of happy, appreciative grunts and cries. I'm usually silent during sex but I'd let go all my inhibitions by then. He kept going until he judged correctly that I was ready to orgasm and then finished me off with some much faster thrusts. For the first time in my life I came very hard and very noisily. They must have heard me through the wall, I thought, a little embarrassed. But when I came down and was lying quietly in Kyle's arms all I heard through the wall was some gentle snoring. Typical Kevin! He'd just fucked his wife's best friend who was herself being royally fucked and what does he do? He falls asleep!
It was then that I noticed Kyle's cock was still at attention inside me. I squeezed it gently with my internal muscles.
"Hmmm, that's good," he said.
"I can't believe you're still hard!"
"I certainly am. Why don't you turn over, honey? We could do it again. If it's not too soon, that is?"
Well, I hadn't known it until that moment, but I'm one of those lucky women who's receptive to sex immediately after an orgasm. So I rolled onto my side and lifted one leg, eagerly. Yes, eagerly! This is me the conventional little housewife giving myself to my best friend's husband and loving it!
Kyle manoeuvred gently against me and entered me again. I nearly came at that, the beautiful stretching feeling, but I hung on as he began thrusting again, with more urgency this time, eager to come himself. But it still took a long, long time. Even though I came several more times while he was fucking me I was still a little disappointed when he finished. I wanted it to last for ever. He spent just the right amount of time spooning me, kissing me gently before rolling away. I turned into him and he took me in his arms as a man should and whispered to me how wonderful, beautiful, sexy and gorgeous I was! I'd never had such good sex. Heaven!
I squeezed him tightly, crossing one of my legs over his and kissing his neck where my head was nestled. I felt no guilt or shame. Half-an-hour later, when I was nearly asleep I felt his penis harden against my thigh.
"Sorry, babe, I can't help it. I'll leave..."
"No!" I snapped, "I mean..really, there's no need for you to go. I mean... it's a shame to waste it isn't it?"
He laughed, rolled me over and climbed on again. He spent at least fifteen minutes kissing fondling and sucking me on the mouth, tits and cunt before he entered me again, by which time I was as high as a kite again. Because it was his third time he took even longer to finish this time, which was ok by me! I was in a state of almost constant orgasm. I lost track of where I was, who I was even. But I didn't lose track of the fact that Kyle was giving me the fucking of my life.
Eventually he softened and slipped out of me, bringing a cascade of fluids with him. I made a mental apology to the hotel staff for the state of the sheets as I fell asleep.
