My wife and I went on a weekend trip with her sister and her husband.  The girls do a lot more vacationing than us, so we husbands let them make all the arrangements.

After a while, they sat us guys down to share what they came up with.  It wasn’t a surprise they arranged a hotel room for all four of us to stay in.

Together.

We guys wouldn’t have done it this way.  But it was spacious, with one living room, a kitchenette, and one bedroom with two queen beds.  The bedroom had a sink, mirror, drawers, and closet just opposite the beds.  Across from this sink was a fully enclosed bathroom with toilet, shower, and another sink and mirror.  All for us.  Yay!

To share.  Ohhh. . .

Two sisters would have no problem with this setup, but we guys kinda tilted our heads with concern.  However, they came prepared for that.

They knew we husbands would scoff, so they presented their plan to us.  They realized the nudity, pajama, and showering problems this setup could have.  Yet, the price was so good they could not turn it down.  I was literally rolling my eyes in my head thinking one couple would always have to leave the room while the other couple dressed or made use of the bedroom or shower in any way.  This was going to get tiring over a three-night stay with every day having morning, showers, and bedtime routines. 

But instead of complicating our stay more with schedules and rules making sure no inappropriate accidents happened, they came up with a free-use arrangement.  We husbands were surprised to hear it.

All four of us would have free use the bedroom and bath area, at the same time.  Using it as if the other couple weren’t there.  How ever we acted at home we could do here, with the other couple present.  No having to leave the bedroom for any reason, except sex (I’ll get to that in a minute).  No schedules.  No unreasonable rules.  It was ok to change clothes, shower, and sleep as you would at home, in front of the other couple.

The girls talked it out and felt they could live with their husbands seeing each of them in various states of undress, and them seeing each other’s husbands that way, too.  Reasonably, underwear had to be on, towels had to cover “vitals,” and no sleeping naked.  That was it.  This allowed us all to freely get dressed and undressed, as needed, at any time.  It was awkward, but nothing too complicated that monopolized our time.  Plus, they let us know we could ogle, if they could.  The girls felt us guys would like this setup.

Umm. . .which we did.

We continued to iron out details of this arrangement that night and other times before the trip took place, six months later.  In our discussions, divorce, marriage strength, maturity, incidental nudity, and even hard-ons were discussed.  We all mutually concluded that as long as our marriages were solid (which they were) and no one was trying to sin, we were all for it.

But then. . .

A few months later, the girls came to us husbands, separately, and brought up the point of hotel sex.  We husbands had talked, too.  We were willing to play it by ear.  Even fist bumping over same-room sex.  But then the girls came to us with a plan to include sex in the arrangement.

We all knew our simple little trip had become a little sexually charged as the weeks went by and the free-use bedroom sank in.  Surprised that we all had discussed it separately, we agreed to at least two times for sex for each couple.  The girls pointed out we would not be doing same-room sex.  We guys agreed like the thought never entered our minds.  One couple would go to the pool to allow the other couple to have sex.  This was the idea.

On the drive to the hotel, all of us were looking forward to not just the usual getaway and sightseeing stuff, but also this sexual charge among us as the day got closer.  We talked about the free-use bedroom setup.  It was really nice and empowering.  Our attitudes were openly confident, instead of fearing it.  We literally stepped into it with knowledge and power to accomplish what we planned.

When we arrived at 1 pm, we checked in, unpacked the van, and went out to sightsee, then go to a show we had tickets for.  The show had a meal with it.  It was still light out when we went back to the hotel in the early evening.

To us husbands’ surprise, the girls had a trick up their sleeve.  In the bedroom, the girls had moved the end table from the wall to the middle, between the two beds.  They called us into the room.  The lamp was on the floor, back at the wall, and there was a deck of cards on the table between the beds.

Strip poker, anyone?

We didn’t walk out of the room, but how could we strip and keep undies on? They assured us that the game was only to break the ice and get us intimately acquainted with each other, and no underwear was to come off.  After a small discussion about the girls being more into this setup than they let on, we played.

We played until each of us were in the last stitch of clothes that had to be kept on.  None of us scoffed at any of it.  There was no hint of any sin, or impropriety, at all.  It really was a good icebreaker.

Though the surprise wasn’t to play strip poker. . .

The girls both had lingerie on under their clothes all this time!

My wife had to take her shirt off first, revealing the top of a very form-fitting black lace chemise halter dress.  The bottom came down where boy-short panties would be.

When her clothes were off I could see she had no panties on.  Neither one did.  This was when we knew the girls were in it to win it.

My SIL wore a white deep V-neck lace one-piece teddy bodysuit.

Both the girls were showing through their lingerie.  My wife’s nipples are dark, so they blended into the black lace, but we were close enough and there was a lot of light in the room that both her dark nipples and dark pussy hair could be seen.

My SIL was the same.  Like my wife, she wasn’t shy.  Her nipples blended into her white lace more because she is a fair-skinned natural blonde.  Her pink nipples could be seen.  Her pussy hair was a light dirty blonde color under her teddy.

By the time the game was over, we husbands were packing.  Not full-on hard-ons, but we were both nice and noticeably plump.  Our BIL had nothing on but white briefs.  I had light gray briefs on, with a black waistband.  Both of our underwear were snug, stretchy, and fully revealing our form.  Which was getting harder, as the game ended.

My wife and I were going to put our bathing suits on and relax around the pool (I wouldn’t hold the Christian cock-block against her).  The in-laws were going to have sex and shower.

While we swam and relaxed, we wanted to have some pool sex, but there were a couple of ladies with kids there.  We had the deep end to ourselves.

While relaxing on a couple of chaise lounges, my wife asked if I ever wanted, or fantasized about, a girl before we met, and if there had been any situation where I’d have done something I knew I wasn’t supposed to with her, if she let me.  She capped off the inquiry with a “I tell her mine, she’d tell me hers” statement.

I told her of a crush I had on a 17-year-old girl at church camp one summer.  I was just 13, and I thought she was beautiful.  I never had any thoughts beyond just appreciating her beauty, but that changed when an incident happened one Thursday afternoon.  A girl from her cabin tripped into another boy, from our cabin, during canteen time.  Our cabin dad, and their cabin mom, came to the rescue.  Our assistant cabin dad went for the nurse while we all gathered round after hearing the ruckus.

I was just taking it all in when a hand laid itself on my left shoulder and calmly slid across my shoulders and neck, stopping on my right shoulder.  I looked, not knowing who it was.  It was my crush! She was the assistant cabin mom of the hurt girl.  Apparently, I had a good viewpoint to the accident.  She was watching with her arm around me! She looked at me and winked and asked me if everybody was okay.

For the next month of my life, I undressed her in my mind, after lights out, sooo many times, as I routinely jacked off to a scene of her asking me to come see her when everybody went to bed.

My wife liked my story, commenting on me and older women.  She insisted she would tell me hers when she could, because we had to leave. The pool was closing.

Back in the room, we showered, but did not have sex.  My wife and I came out of the shower in towels.  I took my towel off and put new briefs on with my back to the in-laws, as they were in bed sleeping.  My wife saw this and took her towel off, too, and slipped her panties on. She stepped into the bathroom to put on her t-shirt she slept in.  I’m sure her tits were in the full-length mirror on the door, showing out to our sleeping family.

Both us guys slept in briefs and the girls in panties and t-shirts that just covered their butts.  Throughout the trip we slept like this.  The girls never shied away from us husbands seeing their bodies, hard nipples and areola showing through the flimsy t-shirts.  And both wives kept commenting on our “nice bulges” we had in our undies.

That night, my wife woke to go pee, a few hours into our sleep.  This woke me up.  Like at home, she peed with the door open.  I could hear the in-laws sleeping away.  I contemplated making a move.  But we couldn’t have same-room sex.  I kicked the covers off me and started tingling in anticipation.

My wife got back into bed.  I leaned into her ear, whispering to my cabin crush that she needed to lay perfectly still and be really quiet.  We didn’t want to wake any campers, or the cabin mom.  With a nervous shaking in my voice, I called my wife by my old crush’s name.  As I ran my fingers over her shirt-clad belly button, my wife leaned into my ear telling me she was glad I came to see her in the girls’ cabin.

I took my time becoming familiar with her tummy, ribs, and breasts.  She was quietly responding with head movements and silent twitches.  I pulled the blankets down to her lower thighs.  Mind you, my wife and our BIL were on the inside spots of the two beds, but we were not worried about that at this point.

Quietly, we managed to get her shirt up over her ample tits.  I rested my chin on her shoulder while my smooth hand glided over her silky skin.  I silently kissed her ear, neck, and face.  The silence became the arousal.  Not making a sound became tension.  My kisses did not have any suction, no lip sounds at all.  But my breath on her skin was sex.

I got her panties down over her thighs.  This left her quim tucked up closed.  Her legs couldn’t open.  I knew it would heighten the moment being left like that.  I explored like a 13-year-old stumbling over his first sexual experience, with his 17-year-old crush.

I licked her ear lobe.  I pressed my lips to her shoulder.  My fingertips felt over her closed slit.  My mouth found her right breast, my lips engulfing her areola and my tongue casually pressing and sliding all over her hard nipple.  She twitched.  She watched as if her serious focus on my play made me obey her pleasure.

The silence was so concentrated.  It stirred intensity into our wanting to cum.  My middle finger pressed into her soft fleshy cooze, parting her lips and finding her hard clit.  In silent chaos our mouths opened on each other.  Our tongues smeared softly over one another as she let out a slight moan and sexual sigh into my mouth.  Her chin tilted up and broke our kiss.  Her face gasped, open mouth, into the soundless vacuum of space.  She lifted her chest and shoulders off the bed as she grasped my hand guiding my touch, harder, over her enraged clit.

She came, shaking while squeezing her legs tighter.  My finger felt her labia’s grip.  I was in her vice as she came.  She quietly lowered herself to the bed, slowly breathing the sound of silence as she tossed her head to each spasm of orgasm.  Finally, cumming to an end, I massaged her pussy, her belly, and breasts as she relaxed.  I whispered that I better get back to my cabin as I pulled up her panties.

I rolled off and went to the bathroom where she quickly met me with her wet mouth around my man of steel.  She clenched my butt with both hands as she squatted before me.  My raging cockoholic wife pistoned her head furiously as she twisted on my slick missile.

I was going to cum.  I grabbed her hair on both sides of her head.  She gave a garbled moan as she kept pushing and pulling on my dick.  As her tongue and mouth clung to my entering and exiting rod, I came in her mouth.  I could feel jetting spurt after spurt coating her mouth, making it more and more wet and slick each time.

She swallowed it all with every thrust into her.  I shuddered as she finished me off.  She stood up and kissed me with cum glaze on her lips and tongue.  She whispered into my ear that she had to follow me back to my cabin to reward my valiant seduction.

The next night, the in-laws had sex in the shower again.  This time while they were in there we full-on had sex in our bed.  Naked, lights on, no covers.  If they’d come out of the bathroom they would’ve seen the show.  I ate my wife out to three orgasms and planted my member into her puddle-soaked pudenda.  There was no being quiet.  Our bodies were smacking and splashing till I jolted her with lightning bolts of hot cum deep inside her.  The in-laws commented afterwards that they could hear us.

Then last night we had sex in the shower as they went swimming.

A spectacular trip, if I do say so myself.