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Part 1 - Highway Hotel
I couldn’t drive anymore, my eyes were tired from staring at lonely highways all day. I was the only driver out of the three of us and it was difficult. My wife, Olivia, and her niece, Jennifer, were in the car with me. We were going from Key West, Florida to New York with only me behind the wheel which would take two and a half days and two hotel stops along the way. It was times like this that I regret never helping my wife get her license. Jennifer was 21, but since she lived on her college campus and everything was within walking distance, she never got around to getting her license. That put me as the only driver. Oh well.
Olivia and I were on vacation in the Florida Keys when her niece, who goes to college in Miami, asked if we could pick her up on our drive home to New York. We had driven down and were planning on taking it slow back home until that point. Our plans had us stopping at three places on the way home to go sightseeing. Now those plans were all but trashed thanks to us having Jen with us. Olivia argued that we could still make those stops, just not have the kind of fun that we had planned along the way.
Jennifer was just starting a three-month Summer break from college. She was planning on flying home to New York until she heard that we would be down in Florida close to her. She had her mom, Olivia’s sister, ask if she could drive home with us in order to save money. We really didn’t want the company, but somehow we got roped into bringing her on the ride with us. Once Olivia brought it up with me, I immediately knew that our plans for having any adult actions in the car on the ride home would be forgotten. Olivia said she didn’t mind, but I did. I liked when Olivia would give me blowjobs as I drove or when we stopped at rest stops and had quickies on park benches. Now all that had to stop for the remainder of our trip.
Olivia was in the passenger seat beside me while her niece was in the back seat. Jen was on her phone most of the ride anyway. Every few hours when we stopped for the restroom or for food, the two women would switch places so the other one might sleep or at least spread out on the back seat. Me? I was stuck in the driver’s seat. Thank God someone invented Cruise Control. My back was starting to hurt and I could go for a nice massage when we got to our first hotel stop. I was thinking maybe we could ask Jen to step out for a few minutes but I’m sure Olivia would have none of that. Would that be wrong? Probably. Olivia would probably consider it rude.
When we finally stopped for the night, we ate first before finding a room. We were somewhere in Georgia. After finding a good hotel, I paid for the room and got the key. I was so tired from driving all day that an important need slipped my mind. As we opened the door and stepped in, we all noticed that there was only one king-sized bed in the room, not two beds that we needed. I was kinda pissed at my own stupidity and was about to go back to the office when Olivia said that it was fine, it was just one night. Again, another potential loss to our fooling around. My insides were burning from all the irritation I was holding inside.
We all put our luggage down before sitting around on the bed and the chairs deciding the sleeping arrangements and the wake-up time. My wife would naturally be in the middle with me and Jen on either side. We decided to get up at 8 a.m. before starting the next leg of our journey. Once those plans were out of the way, Olivia called for the first shower. Jen would go second with me last. That was great because it gave me about 40 minutes to relax waiting for the two women to finish.
As Olivia got her toiletries ready, I took off my shirt and flopped down on my stomach across the bed. “Maybe I’ll give you a quick massage when I get out of the shower,” Olivia said as she entered the bathroom. I looked up at her with a smile on my face as she closed the door behind herself. My head tilted to look at Jen sitting in the side chair. She was still on her phone but now her head was up looking at me and Olivia, apparently paying attention to what Olivia just said. My mind quickly drew up images of what Olivia and I might do while Jen was showering. Maybe all was not lost. My dick stirred beneath me with the thought.
I heard my wife brushing her teeth and messing around before I eventually heard the shower start. Concurrently, I also heard Jen get out of her chair and begin fishing through her own bag getting ready for her shower once my wife was done. I knew I had at least 15 minutes of Olivia showering before she would emerge to give me my massage. My eyes were closed as I tried to relax. The next thing I felt was Jen sitting on the bed next to me. No, not sitting, crawling onto the bed. She was actually climbing on top of my back. Surprised, I asked her “What are you doing?”
As she maneuvered herself to be sitting on my ass and squirting a few drops of liquid on my back, she answered “I’m going to start your massage. Aunt Olivia can take over once she finishes showering.” It sounded like a great idea but on second thought it didn’t. She leaned forward gliding her hands across my back. They were already slick with the cream she squirted, probably from the Jergens bottle that Olivia kept in our own toiletries bag. I told her “I don’t think this is appropriate while Olivia is showering. You need to get off.”
“You don’t want me to keep going? I can do just as good a job as Aunt Olivia can. Or don’t you like me being on top of you in just a towel?” That last part surprised me. My mind flashed pictures of what Jennifer would look like in just a towel and it made my dick start stirring again. “Jen. I’m sure you can give a great massage, but if you’re truly only in a towel, then you need to get off of me before Olivia comes out of the bathroom and finds you like that.”
She countered with “I heard Aunt Olivia and you were swingers and I thought it would be OK.” Her hands continued sliding around my back and along my tight muscles. “Who told you we were swingers?” I questioned slightly on the annoyed side. Her explanation surprised me even more, “I found you on the internet the other day as I Googled you. You guys post to a swingers message board quite a lot, and a few other sites too. Why do you think I wanted to take this trip with you instead of flying?”
At that, I demanded that she get off of me. “OK, That’s it! Off! Now!” I was beyond mad. I tried to keep my voice to a reasonable level even through my anger.
As she slid off my body, I turned my head and looked at her. She was wrapped in a loose towel climbing off the bed. I was able to see a small part of her bare ass which excited me but didn’t stop my frustration. As she stood up, she went to fix her towel more tightly around her. Knowing I was probably watching, she lifted the towel high enough to show me her entire naked ass before wrapping it tight around her. I felt my dick grow more underneath me in that moment. I turned over, sat up on the bed, and tried to ignore that I had a hard-on. I’m sure she noticed, but I also needed to explain things to her without her getting the wrong idea.
I explained, “Jen. First, It’s not right being nosey in other people’s lives. Second, what we do in our sex lives is none of your business! Third, in spite of what you may think, swingers do things “together” and not just with anyone at any time. With that said, I would never do anything without my wife being present or without her consent. What you’re doing is going against everything that swingers stand for; trust, honor, permission, and fun. Breaking just one of those would hurt a relationship beyond words. And if Aunt Olivia came out of that bathroom finding you on top of me like that, it might ruin a few of those qualities in our relationship.”
Jen looked to be thinking the entire time I was talking. Her thoughts came out, “So that hard-on you have there isn’t because of me?” I was slightly embarrassed knowing she saw it, yet I continued, “Yes, it’s because of you but that doesn’t mean that you get to see it, touch it, or have it. Whether we’re swingers or not, I do nothing without Liv’s approval.” She almost looked hurt by my words but at that moment I didn’t care. “Aunt Olivia is my wife and I don’t cheat on her and I would never want her to think otherwise. We do things together not separately. So, I’m sorry, but what you were thinking and doing was improper.” I know I sounded harsh but sometimes you have to in order to get your point across.
“I understand. I’m sorry.” Her head was tilted down either feeling sorry or looking at my erection again. Then she did something unexpected, She undid her towel and stood there naked as I gazed at the full view of her body. She was skinny in the mid-section with tiny tits above and a very hairy crotch below. I was more drawn to the small breasts since my wife has more than average ones. I had been with a few women with small breasts and knew how much they excited me and how much I loved playing with them. The overgrown hair below was almost a turn-off. I preferred shaved or at least groomed neatly. Altogether, she was definitely sexy standing there in front of me allowing me to observe every inch of her. I nearly asked her back to bed to restart my massage.
“Do I have your permission then to go shower?” She didn’t seem irritated but her question confused me…
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“Do I have your permission then to go shower?” She didn’t seem irritated but her question confused me. " Of course," I said confused, wondering what her objective was. She reached for the doorknob in the bathroom and added “I guess I’ll just have to go get Aunt Olivia’s approval to join you guys in bed tonight.” Her ass looked perfect and toned as she turned away from me. She definitely kept in shape at college, though I didn’t know if she was doing any sports or just keeping fit for the boys. I would have loved to touch those perfectly shaped cheeks but knew I had to get those ideas out of my head quickly. At that, before I had a chance to react, she opened the door and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. What did she mean with those last words? And what was she planning?
I fell back down onto the bed, now unable to relax. I still heard the shower going as Olivia and Jen started talking. Olivia was probably close to finishing, but now as I heard muffled voices coming from inside I assumed it might be awhile. I wanted to know what was being said but then again I didn’t. I just laid there on my back thinking about what had just transpired. My boner had started to dissipate now that Jen was out of the room but it still stood up in my shorts reminding me of my sexual frustration of the situation. Thinking to myself “Did our niece really just try to seduce me? And, Holy shit, did she have a nice body! I would love to have time to play with her for a while.” Ashamed of my thoughts, I knew my wife would never let that happen. No matter if we were swingers or not, we had rules.
One rule that has always been a part of our swinging lifestyle from the beginning is no friends and no family. If we made friends in the lifestyle, that would be different. So far, in five years, that rule has never been broken and I doubt it would be broken today. Although, truthfully, it had never been an issue before now. Yet, if the look on Jen’s face was any indication, she was going to be very persistent to try.
After ten minutes of Jen being in the bathroom with Olivia, my thoughts questioned who was actually in the shower. I still heard talking coming from inside but I couldn’t tell which one was showering and which one was probably sitting on the toilet seat. My best guess was that Olivia was probably done showering, Jen and she had switched places, and my massage time was being eaten up by their conversations. I was pretty sure that Olivia was being very adamant about not allowing Jen into our bed, or more to the point considering we were sharing a bed tonight, not allowing her into our sex life. On the other hand, I was also pretty sure Jen was coming up with multiple reasons why she ‘should’ be allowed to join us, including what benefit it could be for Olivia and I. I couldn’t think of one good benefit of allowing her to join us. All I could think about was my lost sexual time with my wife today, tonight, and for the next two days. It all made me more irritated.
Strangely, there were blocks of talking and blocks of silence. At times, there was more talking and then suddenly more silence. It was weird! I wished I knew what they were saying to each other. Whatever was happening or being said, or being whispered, I’m sure Olivia was putting her foot down. I hoped the shower would turn off so I could hear everything they were saying more clearly. Then again, if it did turn off, then I knew that it was my turn to shower. At least then I would be able to masturbate in the shower, take off the edge, and relax for the rest of the night. Maybe even use the picture of Jen’s body for my session. Oh how wrong that would be but it was the freshest image in my mind
Another fifteen minutes went by before Olivia finally emerged, wrapped in a towel… alone. I heard the shower still running in the bathroom behind her as she closed the door. She came over to me where I was lying on the bed. I was still on my back, hoping my erection from before had gone down so she wouldn’t get any suspicions in her head. Kneeling down next to my head on the edge of the bed, my wife whispered in my ear, “Your turn for the shower.” I turned my head towards her as she just nodded towards the bathroom. I knew Jen was still in there, most likely still in the shower, so I was confused. Then I got “The Look” from Olivia, the one that told me it’s okay to play, the one we use when we are swinging with other couples. That made me even more confused. That wasn’t another couple or another woman in there, it was our niece, her sister’s daughter. Maybe I just took the words and the look incorrectly.
I sat up on the bed. My cock had indeed shrunk down before but was now beginning to enlarge again. Olivia climbed up behind me and whispered again in my ear, “Thank you for being a great husband! You know I will always love and trust you. So, go on…” again nodding me towards the bathroom and the shower. Her smile had an evil twinge to it. With that, I knew Jen had won the battle and gotten her way. I also guessed that she had told my wife exactly what had transpired while she was showering and how I had denied her. I stood up, my dick pushing against the inside of my underwear, and began unbuckling my belt as Olivia helped in assisting me get out of all my clothes. Standing there naked, Olivia ran her hand across my cock, walked past me, dropped her towel to the floor, and climbed back onto the bed naked. She fluffed a pillow before turning to lay on her back, spreading her legs wide open to show me her exposed shaved pussy. “By the way,” she mentioned as she ran a hand over her ‘landing strip’ of pubic hair, "I cleaned her up for you As I walked towards the closed bathroom door, my wife spoke sensually behind me, “And leave the door open.” Another part of our swinging arrangement is that we try to the best of our ability to adhere to what the other requests or denies. This was an easy one. I entered, not looking back, leaving the door wide open as per her request.
Jen was still in the shower when I came in. I could see her silhouette through the steamy glass door. The gorgeous shape of her body, thin and sexy, was not clear through the steamed-up window but enough to start my hardening again. For the second time tonight, her nakedness was the reason for my excitement below. I looked back through the open doorway at my wife. She was now laying on the bed naked, on her stomach, ass in the air, facing the bathroom, and watching my every move. She again nodded me forward with a smile on her face. I blew her a quick kiss, turned back to my objective, and allowed my straight cock to lead the way.
I was hesitant to open the door but I already knew Jen would want this, that my wife now wanted this, and overall I wanted this too. I wondered what had happened between Jen and Olivia after Jen had entered the bathroom. What had Jen said or done to convince my wife to go against one of our swinging arrangements? My imagination could make millions of assumptions but that would be later. Right now, it was my turn in the shower with our niece. I put my hand on the shower door and began to open it.