[MFF] My (M49) wife (F45) and new/old friend (F44) on a trip

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Chapter 2
After the revelation that Alex watched Kim and I fuck earlier, and that Kim watched Alex finger herself while Kim blew me, I didn’t know how to respond.

While Kim and I used to have fun having sex at parties, it was always private. She didn’t even like to fuck against the windows of a hotel on a high floor. She had never given any indication of an exhibitionist streak, unfortunately. So this was a lot to process.

We walked a few more steps in silence and then there was a loud crashing sound of glass breaking back from the bar we’d just left. And then, what was clearly Frank’s voice, “I am so sorry. I got this. I’ll clean it up. I am so so sorry.”

I looked at Kim and Alex while rolling my eyes and said I should go lend him a hand.

I walked back to the bar and they continued toward the hotel rooms.

Frank was apparently dancing on the bar with a couple of women in their 20s who showed up just before we had left. He slipped and fell against a stack of glasses. He seemed okay. No blood, no foul.

But there was a mess. I know Frank has no money to pay for any damage, so the best way to get out of this for him is to be as nice as possible and help them clean up quickly. I handed the bartender a couple of $20s and asked for a broom.

Frank was pretty useless at this point. He laid his head on the bar and would occasionally lift it up to apologize or say something. It took me and the staff about 30 minutes to get everything cleaned up. The staff was great. They even started laughing at Frank’s jokes, even though Frank’s words were so slurred I couldn’t even understand him half the time. The guy is so good-natured, he is hard to stay mad at, even for strangers who aren’t native English speakers.

When we were done cleaning, Frank was pretty out of it. I couldn’t understand where his room was, if he was even at this hotel or if he even had a room anywhere. He once showed up to a wedding in Santa Barbara without a room and said he planned to sleep on the beach. So it wouldn’t shock me if he had no room here.

So I did my best to get him to my room. We had a great room. We were on the fourth floor, the top level with a view of the town and the ocean with an oversized balcony that had its own hot tub. They called it a suite, but it was all one big space. A large living room area with couches and a TV, and a half wall giving a bit of privacy to the bedroom. Someone sitting on the couch couldn’t see the bed, but if they walked closer to the TV they could.

As we walked in, I saw Kim’s panties were still on the floor where I had tossed them earlier. I assumed she was asleep by now. I plopped Frank on the couch and went to the bedroom. Kim was completely naked and the room smelled like sex. Well, like pussy, to be blunt. I didn’t know if that was residual scent from our earlier exploits, or if she was so turned on by Alex watching us and their dancing together that she had masturbated before falling asleep.

Knowing that Kim and Alex were looking each other in the eyes the whole time Kim and i fucked and sucked earlier put a different spin on how innocent I had previously considered their dancing and cuddling. Could Kim and Alex have done something together while I was gone? Nah, No way. Maybe?

I had always told Kim that I know how she gets girl crushes and that I wouldn’t ever mind if she hooked up with a woman, so long as she told me about it afterward. She never seemed to take the idea seriously. Could a few drinks and the earlier experience have opened her up to it?

I fell asleep with a full erection imagining the possibilities.

I woke up with Kim cuddling me and fondling me. I was excited about round two coming so quickly. As we were kissing and she was stroking me, Frank suddenly bellowed from the other room, “Guys, we need to get moving. The boat is leaving in 30 minutes and I don’t want to miss breakfast.”

I had forgotten Frank was there, and that Mark had chartered a boat to take us all snorkeling at a nearby island. Kim wasn’t going to go. She gets extremely sea sick. So Frank and I went to breakfast while Kim stayed in the room. We saw most of the group at breakfast.

And then I saw Alex. She was wearing little shorts and a tank top with a bathing suit clearly underneath. Damn she grew up to be hot. She gave me a smile that looked mischievous, but I could have been reading into it, and then a big hug. She told me again how great it was to see me after all these years, etc. I wondered how flirtatious she’d (we’d) be with each other on the snorkeling trip.

As members of the group started getting up to head the boat, Alex waved goodbye. I stopped to ask her if she wasn’t coming. She said Kim had told her about her seasickness, so they were going to go on a jeep safari-thing and swim in waterfalls instead. She said she didn’t want Kim to spend the day alone.

Kim hadn’t mentioned it to me. But there wasn’t really much time to talk to her that morning. I had previously told her I would be happy to do another activity with her. She said she was looking forward to hanging out on the beach, reading, and doing nothing. I guess that was before she got a better offer.

They were just similar-aged women who got along well and wanted to hang out, right? I shouldn’t read into this anymore than that. Part of me was turned on by the thought there was something more. Part of me was jealous I wasn’t invited along. And most of me dismissed the possibility of anything not completely innocent happening.

The snorkeling trip was great. I had a lot of fun catching up with old friends and Mark’s family. The snorkeling itself was cool. Even though I live at the beach, I had only done it once on a trip to Hawaii.

The trip was supposed to be about six hours and then there was a two-hour break scheduled before shuttles left for the big dinner celebration. Last night’s dinner was just a welcoming dinner. This night was the big event. Tomorrow was an optional trip to Koh Phangan, a nearby island, for the famous full moon party.

We had some laggards in the group who didn’t get back to the boat until almost an hour late and then the crew told us the sea was a little rougher than usual so it would take longer to get back.

We got back to the hotel at the time the party was supposed to start. It was at a big house about a 30-minute drive from the hotel.

Mark announced that he had radioed to the hotel and that there would be three shuttles to the house, and that one would leave on time for those who didn’t come snorkeling. One would leave 30 minutes after we got back to the hotel. And the final one would leave an hour after we got back. He said anyone who missed the last shuttle should just ask the concierge and they’d secure a ride.

There was no cell reception on the open water. By the time we got service and I could text Kim, she said she, Alex, and some of the other guests were getting on the shuttle. They asked that anyone there just go ahead now, so there would be room on the later shuttles.

I also then just remembered that Frank had stayed in our room. I don’t know where his luggage was or what he was going to do. But I had done my Frank duty for the trip, so I bolted off the boat and went to shower and change.

I had not talked to Kim at all since last night. So I didn’t know what she thought about Alex watching us or about how she and Alex had been so cozy at the bar. I also didn’t know if she and Alex went on the jeep tour. Maybe Kim woke up more clear headed and decided against it.

The suggested dress for the dinner was island cocktail. WTF? I decided that a nice pair of shorts, a button up shirt, and my good flip flops would suffice. (Everyone has a pair of dress up flip flops, right?) Kim should have been there to help pick out my clothes. But I’d known most of these people forever. I didn’t give a shit.

Most of the guys on the shuttle seemed to go with khaki-type pants, a collared shirt, and shoes. So yeah, I was a little underdressed. The women were all wearing pretty nice dresses. Mostly long and flowery. I wondered what Kim was wearing. Wish I was there when she got ready to encourage no bra or panties again. And then I wondered what Alex was wearing. Her body is something special. Not for her age. None of that nonsense. It was just remarkable, period.

I got there and saw Alex first. She was wearing a flowery dress with one shoulder bare, it was tight around the top and the hips then flared out and went below her knee, and strappy heels. She looked great. And then HOLY SHIT. She turned and I saw on the other side there was a slit that went all the way up above her hip. Could she wear panties with that? If she turned too fast dancing or the wind blew would everything be visible?

And then Kim, she looked incredible. A flowery skin tight shoulderless dress that was shorter than she usually wears, and strappy wedge heels. I’d never seen this dress before.

I gave Kim a kiss and told her how hot she looks. She told me she and Alex went shopping after the jeep tour and both got new dresses. Of course, I imagined them in the dressing room. But nah.

The three of us went out to the deck and enjoyed the view and caught each other up on the events of the day. Alex and Kim went swimming in waterfalls, hiked, rode an elephant, and shopped. And again, my imagination went to them making out under a waterfall, etc.

Dinner was great. I sat between Kim and Alex. Seating was tight. Thighs often pressed against one another. My dirty mind racing at various times. Both at times flirtatiously touching me. Which from Kim was fine. I was a bit nervous when Alex let her hand linger a little too long on my arm or thigh. Or when our arms would press against each other on the arm rests and neither of us moved them. It seemed too intimate. Also, at some point I noticed that seating was not tight. They’d both just scooted their chairs really close to mine.

There was dinner, dessert, speeches that were more like roasts. Mark was not always the target of the jokes. We all took some shots. I took more than most. I like to think because I am good-natured enough to take it, and I knew more of the guests than anyone other than Mark. But maybe I just don’t recognize that IATA. Anyway, we all laughed and had fun.

Then there was more dancing. Kim and Alex looked so sexy dancing with each other again, but were a little more tame in this small setting than the previous night. They were good sports and danced with family and everyone. They were certainly the stars of the show.

Mark’s wife, Kelly, had a tendency to drink too much. But was always a happy, fun drunk. She joined Kim and Alex for a lot of the dancing. She was wearing a tight, full-length dress. She is also very pretty. Tall, about 5’11” with long dark hair, thin with fake breasts that she had more than once told us were DDs (she went a little large for her small frame, if you ask me). She was definitely not wearing a bra and the little spaghetti-strap top did not contain her so well. There may have been a couple of wardrobe malfunctions. But she is such a happy drunk that no one seemed to mind.

I got Kim in a corner of the dance floor, and slipped my hand up the back of her dress. I wanted to know if she was wearing panties. She was not. And based on her nipples, and Alex’s too, neither was wearing a bra.

I took Kim out to the patio and we made out a bit. She stroked me through my shorts. I was so turned on and thinking of a place to slip away when Alex walked out and told us she was ready to head back to hotel and there was room for three more on the shuttle that was about to leave.

Kim said we should go. So me, and my impossible to hide erection, followed them to the front of the house. There were three seats in the back row, and two were open. Frank was in the other. So Kim and I went to the back. Alex sat in front of us. Then one of Mark’s (and Alex’s) aunts came to the shuttle that was now full. Kim said Alex should give up her seat and squeeze in the back with us.

Alex ended up on my lap. The lap that contained my erection. Frank was passed out against the window on the left side by now. Kim was in the middle. Alex was on me against the right side.

Alex’s slit was on Kim’s side. And when she sat her dress rode up even more. Damn her legs were nice. But it was difficult to think about anything other than her perfect ass grinding (was she grinding or was that the bumps of the road) into my hard dick. As we drove through the dark roads, Kim started rubbing her hand up Alex’s bare leg.

I couldn’t believe it. Then Alex leaned over and kissed Kim’s neck. She was definitely grinding at this point. I looked over at Frank and he was passed out. The others in the shuttle were looking forward or at their phones, or dozing a bit themselves.

My dick was kind of off to the side. Her grinding felt great, but sometimes a little painful. I just needed a way to not awkwardly straighten it out.

I didn’t have to wait long. Alex leaned over to Kim and they were fully kissing. She leaned over just enough that I could slip my hand in my shorts and pull my dick up straight.

The two women smiled at each other as they broke the kiss, then Kim smiled at me. Alex hiked her dress up and over to where it didn’t cover her ass at all. Kim leaned over and kissed my neck and Alex started grinding her bare pussy against me. Kim had her left hand on Alex’s thigh as she had turned her whole body toward us. Then Kim lifted her left hand to my mouth and put a finger inside.

“Doesn’t she taste great.”

I came right at that moment. Alex must’ve felt it, heard me, felt my body tense, or something. She bucked a couple more times then turned around as much as she could to kiss me.

After a long, deep kiss, I looked at Kim. Hoping that everything was okay. She smiled.

Then she said, “Don’t leave Alex all worked up.”

So I reached my hand between her legs. The slit was on my left and I am right handed, so I was not expert in my movements. She humped my hand. I inserted fingers. She humped and bucked. Kim’s hand covered mine at one point. Then Alex leaned her head back to kiss (suck) my neck as her body tensed then shook. Her sounds muffled into my neck and covered by the loud noise of the road.

Kim and I held hands. Smiled the most enormous smiles at each other and we all took turns kissing for a few minutes until we got to the town and lost the protection of darkness.

As we pulled up to the hotel, I looked at Kim and asked, “Do you think we should show Alex the hot tub on our balcony?”

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