My wife, Laura and I have been in a dry spell for the past ten years. I am not saying that we haven't had sex, just that for the last 10 years, it has just been the two of us by ourselves. Not that I haven't tried to get her into a threesome or a swap, these past several years, she just hasn't had the interest in them like she did when we first met. It started when we came back to the States after eight years in Spain and we left all of our friends there. We would have to make new friends, and she just wasn't interested in all of that. So that part of our sex life just withered away. But that all changed when she surprised me with weekend getaway.

I knew Laura was taking me somewhere, she just wouldn't tell me where. She had told me a few weeks before not to make plans for November 14-16. On the Monday before our trip, she told me to be ready to go by 2:45 on Friday. She had worked it out with her supervisor to get off early and not have to use any leave. So after classes on Friday, I headed strait home and packed up our stuff into the car and waited for my wife to come home from work. She arrived home at 2:30, earlier than expected, but I had the car all packed and was ready to go. After a quick kiss, Laura threw her work stuff on the table, made quick last check, and hit the bathroom. We were heading out of the driveway by 3:05.

I finally found out our destination when she gave me the address to enter into my phone for directions. It would be a three hour drive to Helen, Georgia. The drive was nice, the leaves on the trees had all turned to reds, oranges and yellows and it was a wonderful day. Since we were on our way, my wife filled me in on our weekend. We would be doing some wine tasting, visiting an HO train museum and a glass blowing studio, and taking a twilight horse ride. The horse ride was the only thing scheduled though, so all the other stuff was time permitting.

We arrived in Helen around six, and drove straight to our weekend getaway. Because it was dark, we drove right by where we would be staying. Thankfully it wasn't a long dirt road, less than a mile. After turning around we found then place, and we only lost five minutes on our arrival. As we pulled up to the little cottage, I noticed another car was parked next to the house and the lights were on. I figured it was just the property owner/agent meeting us to give the key for the weekend. Was I ever wrong. We grabbed our bags from the back and headed into the cottage.

It was a quaint little two-story vacation rental. The downstairs was open like a great room, with the kitchen, dining and living areas all open to each other. Next to the kitchen was a door into the bathroom complete with a shower and separate Jacuzzi tub for two. The living area had a leather love seat and matching chair, a gas fireplace (which didn't work) and a flat screen TV. The upper level was a loft bedroom with a king sized bed, two end tables with lamps and a wicker table and two matching chairs. It was a very nice get away cabin in the woods.

As we came around to the front door, we were greeted by Brandt, who I thought was somehow connected to the rental. He held the door open to let us in then introduced himself.

"Hi, I'm Brandt," he said. "You must be Laura and Matthew."

I set my bags down on the table and offered my hand.

"Nice to meet you," I said as we shook hands. "Have you been waiting long?" I asked, still thinking he was our landlord for the weekend.

"Not that long," he replied. "I got here about an hour ago."

Laura finally chimed, after setting her stuff down in the kitchen. She wrapped her arm around my waist, and leaned into me.

"This is my other surprise," she said with a sly grin. "Brandt will be staying with us for the weekend." She watched my face with a smile as she let that statement settle in.

My mind was turning it over. But there's only one bedroom and the love seat was too small for this guy to sleep on comfortably. Maybe there was a cot somewhere that I hadn't seen yet. And the bedroom was a loft, looking down into the bottom floor, there was no wall separating us. Sex was going to be on the sly, if at all. What the fuck?!

"I don't understand," I said finally. "Where's he going to sleep?"

"Oh, Honey," she chuckled. "I love you, but sometimes you're a bit slow." She got on her tip-toes and kissed him. "He's going to sleep with us, silly."

That was not what I had expected. I had thought that Laura had sworn off ever swinging again, or at least that is what I understood. For over ten years, Laura had, with only a few exceptions, refused to have sex with anyone other than me, her husband. So when Laura said that Brandt was not only going to be staying with us for the weekend, but also sharing our bed, I was stunned.

"Tell me you're excited that I'm going to be fucking another man in front of you, or I'm going to be very embarrassed," Laura said in a near whisper. "We've exchanged some very intimate pictures with each other," she continued without a response, from her husband. "And since he's here, I'm going to fuck him once before sending him on his way." She was waiting for some kind of response.

"If this is g...," Brandt began, but was cut off by Laura.

"Oh, we're going to fuck," she said firmly. "He can wa.."

"No, no. That's fine," I finally responded looking at Brandt. "I was just a bit shocked is all. I think you can appreciate that, Laura." I looked back at my wife smiled. "I'd love to watch him fuck you, baby." I pulled her to him and gave her a deep kiss.

Laura finally pulled away and said, "Well, let me get this bag up stairs and then we can get this weekend off to a good start." And she quickly retired to the loft with the duffel bag in one hand.

"So," I began, walking over to the leather arm chair. "Sexting with a married woman. My married woman," I said.

"Uh, yeah," Brandt replied. "You have quite a good looking wife too," he said taking a seat on the sofa.

I thanked him. "So.....what did she send you? She's never sexted me before. You have them on your phone still?"

"Um, sure." Brandt pulled out his phone and searched for their texts to each other. "Here, this is the first and the rest follow." He handed me the phone.

I checked out the pics that my wife had sent. The first was a vanilla picture of herself, just a reference pic I guess before more intimate pics were exchanged. The next was one of her chest, which weren't the perkiest of tits, but I enjoyed them. Then there was one of her whole body in front of a mirror. I think she's a 10, but if I had to be honest, she's about a 5.5. She's not the same woman I married 26 years ago, but my love for her has grown exponentially since that first day I met her getting gang banged on a patio table. There was a close up of her pussy, which looked like it had been freshly fingered to orgasm. It was clean shaven, something that she hasn't done for years. There were a few more, some seemed to be a try at being sexy while naked, but one really stood out.

"Holy shit! Is that a cucumber?" I asked out loud.

"Yes," my wife responded as she descended the stair case. "I actually enjoyed the cucumber quite a bit." I think she blushed, but it might have just been the expectation of sex with a stranger.

Brandt turn around upon hearing her voice. "Wow! You're stunning," he complimented her.

Laura was wearing a sexy emerald green ensemble, complete with half tit bra, garter belt and stockings. Over the to of that she wore a sheer emerald green robe opened in the front so we had a great view of her body. She came around the front side of the love seat and stood in front of Brandt.

"You don't have try so hard," she toyed with him. "I've already decided to let you fuck me. But do you still like what you see?"

"Oh yeah!" he agreed.

"Good," Laura said as she dropped to her knees.

"No lets see about getting these jeans off. I'd like to properly introduce myself to our cock."

Laura began to undo his zipper and button then reached around Brandt's waist and pulled off his pants. Brandt arched his back and lifted his butt so Laura could get them off easily and out popped his cock. He was nicely thick, and not even fully engorged he was as long as I ever was. she leaned forward and kissed the top of his cock then she let his jeans and underwear drop to the floor. She helped his get his feet out of each pant leg then spread then parted his legs so she could better get as his cock.

Laura grabbed Brandt's cock with her left hand and slowly slid her lips over his thick purple head. He moaned as it disappeared into her mouth. Once his head was passed her lips, she twirled her wet tongue around the shaft just below it, and slid down just a bit more. She kept doing this until over four inches of his shaft was in her mouth. And then she slowly pulled her mouth off of his cock. She paused a couple of seconds then slid her lips over his cock again, this time going an inch farther down. She did this a few more times until she had about six inches in her mouth and she couldn't get any more in and then began bobbing up and down on his cock slowly and steady. He moaned softly at her attentions to his cock, and she seemed to be enjoying it, cooing softly as she moved her mouth up and down his shaft. She stopped after several minutes and sat back.

"Why don't you have a seat here," Laura suggested patting the sofa cushion next to her.
When soon as Brandt was seated on the sofa, Laura stradlled him. Reaching down between his her legs, she grabbed his cock with one hand and guided it to her pussy. She let her pussy rest on the tip of his cock for a few seconds, then she impaled herself on it. Laura moaned softly as his cock slowly disappeared into her eager pussy.

"Ohhh-ho, Baby, his cock feels so good," she moaned.

She slide down about two inches and stopped to let her pussy adjust, then began pulling off. When just the thick purplish tip remained inside of her, she slowly sank down again, stopping even further down. She did this several times, sliding down and pulling almost completely out until she felt the tip of his cock resting against her cervix. She bent over and kissed Brandt then ground her self hard against his cock. Her loud moan was muffled because she was kissing Brandt, but I knew she just came. She finally came up for air breathing hard.

"Oh my God, Brandt," she breathed. "I haven't cum like that in a while." She looked back at me and apologized. "Sorry, angel," she told me, "but it's true." She seemed to have a sad look in her eyes, like she suddenly realized she might have hurt me.

"It's okay, my love," I reassured her. "I know I'm not the largest cock in the hen house, that's why I like seeing you with other men. So you can have exactly what you just had." I knew she loved me, but I can only do so much for her with my equipment.

She dismounted Brandt, who seemed a bit reluctant to let her off him, and leaned over the back of the love seat sticking her at in the air.

"Fuck me from behind, Brandt," she told him. "Fuck me hard and deep."

Brandt was quick to oblige her. He removed his shirt as he moved in behind her and prepared to enter her. His condom was still on, and I wondered how much of Laura's enjoyment was just because of the extra thickness and length. She doesn't like the things, claims she can't feel anything, so we've never used them before. Not even with new friends. Well, very few exceptions anyway.

Brandt entered her quick and rather roughly, and Laura let out a loud yelp as her pussy was suddenly filled with a long thick cock. He started of with a quick pace, but seemed to be using shorter strokes to let my wife get used to his cock. She was moaning loudly, telling him how much she loved the feel of him inside of her. I was enjoying my view of his cock ramming her pussy so much, I pulled my cock out and began to stroke it.

"Fuck me harder!" she yelled out.

At here request, Brandt really let into her. He rammed his cock as far into her as hard as he could, and she screamed out in response. "OH GOD YES!" As Brandt fucked her, she kept yelling out some part of that same exclamation. This pounding of my wife's pussy seemed to go on forever. She came several times without him pausing to let her recover from each one. I can't remember the last time I heard her cum so hard so many times.

It was just beginning to be hard to tell if she was begging for more or for a break when Brandt suddenly pulled out. Brandt began stroking his cock over Laura's ass. She quickly turned herself around so her face was right on front of his thick cock.

"Yeah, Baby," she cooed. "Cum in my mouth, I want to swallow that big load of your."

I'd never seen her so eager to swallow a load of cum before. She seemed to be coaxing his load out, begging it to cum forth so she could swallow it down.

"Oh yeah," she encouraged. "Shoot it down my throat."

Just then Brandt let go of his cock and shoved it deep into my wife's mouth. She nearly gagged when he shoved it in, but he held her onto his cock with both hands and exploded inside, shooting his load down her throat. With a final loud grunt, my beautiful wife's mouth was suddenly full of this stranger's sperm, trying to swallow it as fast at it was shooting into her mouth. In spite of her valiant efforts, some escaped out the sides of her mouth and dribbled down her chin.

When Brandt released my wife's head, she gasped for breath and tried to get the cum running down her chin. I was right there with my cock, ready for her to suck me off. But she pushed me away.

"Sorry," she said shaking her head. "Not yet," she said breathlessly. "You are going to have to wait to cum."

I was still stroking my cock and about to cum while she was telling me this.

"I about to cum all over your face, Laura," I told her in desperation.

Laura stood up and cupped my face in her hands. "I'm sorry, my angel," she whispered lovingly. She reached down with one hand and placed it over mine, stopping me from stroking myself. "You don't get to cum just yet. Not in me or on me. Not yet." She looked me in the eyes and I could tell she was serious. "When I do let you cum, I want it to be so explosive and so desperately needed that no other orgasm has or ever will come as close to the magnitude that this one will have."

She kissed me. Long, hard and deep.

"He's going to fuck, whenever he wants, in what ever hole he wants," she began. My eyes widened slightly and I was about to ask a question, but she placed a finger over my lips. "Yes, my angel, even my ass if he wants to." I was to envious of Brandt right then.

As we stood there, my wife telling me how things were going to be sexually this weekend, Brandt sat back with a big satisfied smile on his face. I wanted to punch him.

"You can still fuck me, my love," she continued. "Or eat me, what ever you want, but you can't cum yet. I want you to save it for me. Okay?" she stoked my face with her finger tips. "I promise that when I do let you cum, it will be a wonderful, special occasion." She kissed my lips tenderly. "Okay?"

"Okay," I reluctantly agreed. "Just don't make me wait too long." I leaned in and whispered in my wife's ear, the one furthest from Brandt. "But I'm really very envious of him right now. I don't know how long I can wait."

"Trust me my love. It won't be that long." She looked down at Brandt. "So, do you think you want to do it again now, or after dinner?

"Let's eat first," replied getting up. "I don't want to make your husband too jealous."

Brandt gave me a well intended slap on the shoulder as he stood up. It was supposed to show comradery, but it fell a bit short.