The Company Trip - Part 12 - Wendy's Decision

               by Peggy and The Warthog (warthog@boxtwo.com)

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On the last morning of our vacation I awakened slowly from a deep and 
refreshing sleep. Suddenly my mind snapped awake. "Where am I," I 
wondered silently?

Then a smile crossed my face as I remembered the night with Bill. What a 
lovely man he was, so considerate and such a wonderful sexy lover. I 
rolled gently to my side and propped up on one elbow as I watched him 
sleep. The even rising of his chest and the peaceful look on his face 
made me grin.

My hand reached over slowly and my fingernails gently traced his chest, 
first lightly circling his nipple and then pinching it softly. Although 
he remained asleep I was rewarded by a soft groan escaping from him.

I giggled softly and my nails moved gently down his belly pausing at his 
belly button and teasing around it gently. Again he groaned and I had to 
quickly cover my mouth to keep from laughing.

As though it had a mind of its own, my hand continued downward my nails 
lightly touching his soft shaft rubbing it teasingly. He started to move 
his hips slightly and I felt that wonderful shaft growing quickly in my 
hand. It rested softly in my palm, and as I closed my fingers and 
massaged him it grew larger and larger. Moans continued coming from 
Bill.

Leaning back I admired him again, from his broad shoulders to his 
slender waist and powerful legs. His shaft stood proudly for my 
inspection, so big and thick that my fingers couldn't touch as I held 
him, and as my hand stopped at the bottom I would need at least two more 
hands to reach the head.

I smiled to myself, this wasn't a shaft anymore. It was a prick, a cock, 
something my pussy needed all the time now. It was foolish to try and 
fool myself anymore. Rick had wanted this to happen and at first I was 
against it, but now... Now I loved to feel a "cock" deep inside me, 
working me into a frenzy and making me have one orgasm after another.

I loved the sexy buildup, the dancing, the drinks, the teasing. Then, 
the sex. The no apology, give as good as you get, sex. My mind was 
snapped back to reality as I felt lips touch my ear, a tongue sliding 
gently inside it. I giggled as I shook my head causing him to lose 
contact.

"What are you doing you little sex pot," he laughed?

I tried in vain to look serious as I said, "I was just wondering what 
this little thing was for?" My hand rubbed up and down his big cock.

"I'll never tell," he said, "I guess you'll just have to find out for 
yourself."

I laughed as I started to tickle him, and he reacted by grasping me in 
his arms and we rolled back and forth on the bed laughing like a couple 
of teenagers. Bill started to tickle me back and I bit his neck, gently 
of course. I was aware of our skin rubbing together, of feeling tiny in 
his arms, of the big shaft that kept driving into me as we rolled.

Eventually, I ended up sitting on his belly straddling him, my wet slit 
leaving moisture on him as I moved slowly and gently back and forth over 
him. His hands reached up and gently cupped my breasts softly stroking 
them causing the nipples to harden past the point I would have thought 
possible.

My hand reached under me gripping him, and my hips lifted lining him up 
with my clit. Slowly I moved his head back and forth along my wetness, 
rubbing his sensitive glands through my pubic hair before lowering 
myself gently and taking just the head into my body.

"Ahhhhhhhhh," we moaned as one.

Further down I went, feeling him spread me so deliciously. Further, 
taking him halfway in, my back arching, my hands on his chest. Further, 
feeling our pubic hair meld as my ass touched his thighs. I stopped, 
lost in the feeling. I bent down and my lips touched his softly, tongue 
touching his. A lover's kiss. Soft and gently, conveying more than words 
could possibly say.

I sat back up and my hands braced against his thighs as I leaned back, 
my hips lifting slowly and lowering. Swiveling gently from side to side 
so that he touched every part of me.

We moved together, our bodies as one. Pulling apart coming together. 
Moans escaping from one or the other of us, or more probably both. Bill 
reached up and grasping me gently, rolled slowly over ending up between 
my legs, never breaking the wonderful contact. My legs wrapped lightly 
over his, holding him to me as our hips moved together. There was no 
rush, there was no overriding passion. He bent forward and his lips 
touched mine, making me shudder. His chest hair was gently teasing my 
nipples and they hardened even further.

Time lost all meaning. It was Bill and Wendy. Wendy and Bill. His hips 
rose and fell and I kept time without thought. Finally my body began to 
tighten and my hips started to move a bit faster. I was aware that he 
was moving nearly completely out and then back slowly gently. My body 
began to twist under him, writhing at the treatment I was receiving.

Faster he moved and I groaned. His hips made small circles and I moaned. 
He pulled completely out and I begged. He reentered and I cried out. 
Faster he went, deeper he went. I was lost, my body rebelling as I tried 
to think of something, anything, except the feeling between my legs and 
in my belly.

Too late, I felt my body stiffened and I started to cum. My legs 
jerking, body throbbing. I begged him to stop. He moved faster. I 
screamed. He grinds his hips against mine and holds. I feel him 
throbbing as he shoots yet again inside me.

Bill leans forward and his lips touch my ear as he whispers, "I think I 
love
you Wendy."

My arms close around him and I hold him close as I whisper in return, "I 
think I love you too."

As my senses returned my first thought was, "Oh God, what did I say? And 
better yet did I mean it? What about Rick, the man I love and am married 
to?"

The only crystal clear thought in my mind was that I couldn't stand the 
thought of not being with Bill. It seemed that he was a part of me. 
Without him I would be incomplete.

My life had changed this week. I had learned so many knew things about 
my body. Bill had been my teacher. Before spending time with Bill, sex 
had been enjoyable. For the last week, however, the sex was simply 
incredible. It was no wonder that I felt love for the man who had shown 
me these new things.

Bill asked, "What are you thinking?"

I looked him in the eye and said, "I was thinking about how I horrible 
it would be if I couldn't be with you."

"I feel the same about you Wendy," he said as he put his lips to mine.

As Bill kissed me I thought about spending the rest of my life with him. 
The joy overwhelmed me and my passion crested. "Make beautiful love to 
me Bill," I begged. Despite being recently satisfied, my hunger for 
Bill's cock had never seemed as ravenous as it was at that moment.

Bill put a finger to my lips and said, "There will be plenty of time for 
that, baby." He gave me a peck on the cheek and slipped from my grasped 
and out of bed.

I couldn't tell if Bill was trying to torture me or if my libido was out 
of control. We had spent most of the night having sex so it was likely 
that my libido was at a fevered pitch.

"Please come back," I begged as Bill headed for the bathroom.

"Nature calls, love," he said over his shoulder.

As Bill busied himself in the bathroom I remembered back to the first 
night of our vacation and how I had non-stop sex for several hours. It 
was one of the new revelations of the week that I had discovered this 
insatiable sex drive of mine. I also knew that Bill was the best man to 
tame that drive.

As horny as I was I took comfort in Bill's comment that we would have 
plenty of time for making love. I wasn't sure of how it would come about 
but I assumed that we would be moving in together. For a moment I 
considered how Sam and Rick would react to our love. The thought was 
painful but I realized that people get divorced and remarried all the 
time.

Bill reappeared from the bathroom and began to dress. I beckoned to him 
with my arms. He smiled, moved to the bed and crawled on top of me 
kissing me deeply. Bill kissed a trail from my mouth down to my pussy 
before getting out of bed. He said, "I hope that will hold you for a 
while. We both have a lot to deal with in the next few days."

I decided he was torturing me. "Oh Bill, I need you again," I moaned.

As Bill got dressed he smiled and said, "Wendy, you are a most tempting 
sight right now but we're running short on time. We both need to shower 
and get packed to go home. Our plane leaves at noon. Don't worry, I'll 
call you tomorrow."

Bill left me a ball of passionate female flesh. I buried my head in the 
pillow trying to make the sensations go away. All I could think about 
was fucking that man. Unfortunately, he was right. We had to get ready 
to leave.

I hoped that a shower would cool me off. On the contrary, I found myself 
rubbing my starving pussy. I did manage a small orgasm but it was not 
the same. In my heated state I decided that I would do something to 
torture Bill. Rather than wear the casual clothes I had planned for the 
trip home I decided to wear something that would remind Bill just how 
hot I was. For the rest of the morning and during the flight home he 
would look at me and wish that he had made love to me when I asked him 
to.

I chose a short mini and a halter top and nothing else except for my 
heels. The mini hugged my small ass and the top was the best I had at 
making my breasts stand out. I did my hair and makeup like I was going 
out on the town.

I packed our bags leaving out clean clothes for Rick. For a moment I 
found myself wondering where he spent the night. Just as I was about to 
head down for breakfast, the door opened and Rick walked in. I knew I 
would have to face him sooner or later but I was hoping for later.

"Wow, you look terrific," said Rick. 

"Thank you," I said as I headed for the door.

"Did you have a good time last night with Bill," he asked?

Angrily, I said, "Rick, let's not get started in on that again."

Rick raised his hands defensively and said, "No, no I don't want to 
fight. I just hope that you had a nice time. That's all."

I found that I was still angry with Rick for the ugly scene he caused in 
Bill's room two nights before. Rick's manner was a bit puzzling to me, 
however. At first I thought he was baiting me on spending time with 
Bill. I quickly realized that his manner was genuinely pleasant. I 
paused for a moment at the door. I thought about telling Rick that it 
was over between us and that I was in love with Bill. I guess I was 
simply afraid to confront him so without saying a word I opened the door 
and left.

Before taking a step the adjacent door opened and out walked Sam. I 
couldn't believe my bad luck. First Rick and now Sam. I knew that I 
would have to tell Rick that I was leaving him but I had hoped that Bill 
would break the news to Sam.

"Oh, Wendy, I'm glad I caught you," said Sam cheerfully. "Come in a 
moment, will you?"

"OK", I nodded. I reluctantly followed Sam into her room guessing that 
Bill hadn't said anything to her about the two of us. Surely she 
wouldn't be happy to see me if she had known.

Sam evidently had the same idea I had about teasing Bill on the last day 
of our vacation. She was dressed very similarly to me with a short mini 
and tight top. If not for the underlying circumstances I would have been 
curious about a sexual experience with the voluptuous blond.

Sam closed the door. I waited for her to start the conversation. I had 
the feeling that anything I said would come out wrong. Sam began, 
"Wendy, I'm glad we finally got some time alone. It seems that you have 
been a very busy lady the last few days, especially with Bill."

"Uh Oh," I said to myself. I braced for the attack.

Sam walked up and stood just inches away from me. She continued, "I 
don't blame Bill, you are very beautiful." Rather than the attack that I 
expected, Sam slowly raised a hand to my face and stroked my skin very 
softly. Sam's obvious play for sex caused a tingle to course through my 
body.

Despite those underlying circumstances that I was fully aware of, Sam's 
touch caused my still simmering passions to come to the surface. If not 
for my feelings for Bill, I would have welcomed this advance as an 
opportunity to further experience sex with another woman. I wasn't sure 
that I could let that happen despite Sam's beauty and her stimulating 
touch.

I managed to say, "That's sweet of you Sam, but I'm not sure if now is a 
good time to play. We're leaving soon."

Sam smiled and moving forward said, "We have a few minutes, I think." 
Sam's lips moved towards mine. I wanted to kiss her and I didn't. Sam 
was so beautiful and sexy. Like me she was wearing a very bold shade of 
red lipstick. Her heavily coated lips were full and inviting. I closed 
my eyes and felt her warm wet lips meet mine. It was not my first kiss 
with a woman. That experience had occurred earlier in the week. What was 
different was the feeling of lipstick against lipstick. I don't know why 
but it made me hungry for this woman.

As our wet lips pressed together our passions caught on fire. My hands 
caressed Sam's wonderful large tits through her crop top. She slid her 
hands under my halter and began to squeeze my nipples. My pussy began to 
drip and all I could think about was whether Sam's was dripping and what 
it tasted like. My mind reeled thinking about what I was doing. I wanted 
Sam so badly but I was about to steal her husband from her. That was bad 
enough but what was I doing making love to her. I had to stop what we 
were doing.

"This is wrong," I said breaking away from Sam.

Sam gave me that wonderful smile and took me back into her arms. She 
said, "Wendy, I know you are in love with Bill. Its OK."

I looked at Sam with shock. "You know," I asked not comprehending Sam's 
actions?

"Bill told me that the two of your are in love," she said.

"Why aren't you angry with me," I asked.

"Why should I be? It won't be the first time Bill has brought another 
woman into our home," Sam said.

I didn't know what to say. I croaked, "I'm very confused."

"If I'm going to share my husband with another woman then the least he 
can do is share the woman with me," she explained.

"How do you know he won't leave you for me," I asked?

"He loves me," was Sam's simple reply.

As I tried to understand what all this meant, Sam's attention to my body 
caused more sensations. Again she kissed me. A short kiss followed by 
her tongue on my lips. It felt so good that I just had to devour her 
mouth. My juices flowed. In my mind I saw Bill, Sam and I together. I 
convinced myself that the sex between the three of us would be 
wonderful.

"I want to taste you," I moaned to Sam.

"Let's do each other," she suggested.

We moved to the bed. It was ironic that we were both dressed for easy 
access as though we knew that we would be having sex. I grabbed a pillow 
and laid across the bed on my back. Sam crawled on top of me and 
straddled my chest. Like me she wore no panties. I pushed her skirt out 
of the way and she lowered her pussy to my mouth. Her aroma was 
wonderful. I felt my blood coursing through my veins in anticipation of 
tasting her. Before Sam's pussy lips reached my mouth my tongue was 
working on her clit.

Sam tasted as good as her aroma. I lapped at her clit like a mad woman. 
She moaned as she lay on top of me. I felt Sam's soft breasts mash 
against my belly and then her tongue licking my pussy. That was all it 
took to push me into orgasm. Sam soon followed.

Sam moaned, "Oh Wendy, just think how wonderful it will be. We'll both 
have Bill to take care of us with his cock and when he isn't around 
we'll have each other."

The thought of the non-stop pleasure caused me to work harder on her 
pretty pussy. I was in heaven and Sam was too judging from her moans. 
"Please don't stop eating me baby," she said over and over. Her dripping 
pussy tasted wonderful. I couldn't get enough.

After we each had another orgasm we rested. Sam nibbled at my thighs and 
I wondered how life could be better. I thought about the future with 
Bill and Sam. I still wasn't completely sure about how a life with three 
would work. I knew I loved Bill but wasn't sure about Sam. I liked her a 
lot and she sure knew how to set me on fire. That was nice but I 
wondered if we'd end up competing with each other for Bill's attention. 
She was his wife. If Sam was correct and Bill intended to love both of 
us would he favor Sam over me?

These were disturbing thoughts but not nearly so disturbing as when I 
thought about my two little girls. An audible gasp escaped from my mouth 
as I considered my two precious daughters.

Sam emerged from her post orgasmic glow to ask if something was wrong.

I attempted to cover my real thoughts by saying, "It's getting late Sam. 
We'd better go grab breakfast while we have the chance."

We both crawled out of bed and straightened our clothes as best we 
could. Both of us had generous amounts of lipstick smeared on our faces 
and thighs. We'd have to repair the damage before we went down. Before I 
could ask Sam to use her bathroom she again embraced me and gave me a 
passionate kiss. I was amazed at how my passions nearly blocked my 
immediate concerns over my children. Finally, Sam broke the kiss and 
thanked me for the wonderful sex. I thanked her in return.

I headed for the bathroom thinking that all week had been a free-for-all 
sex orgy. I hadn't thought of my babies at all. I felt ashamed for not 
considering what I would do with them in a new relationship. How could I 
raise them in a household with Bill and Sam. Would they even welcome 
them. I felt tears come to my eyes. I quickly walked by Sam's bathroom 
and said over my shoulder, "I might as well use my bathroom so that you 
can get in yours. I'll see you down stairs, Sam."

Sam yelled, "OK, baby."

I hurried through her door and to my own. I fumbled with the key and 
awkwardly got the door open. I rushed into the room slamming the door 
and immediately burst into tears. I fell to the floor as a flood of 
suppressed emotions overwhelmed my body. Through my sobs I faintly heard 
Rick asking what was the matter. When he put his arms around me my 
thoughts shifted to Rick. I thought about the good times that we'd had 
together. I pictured him with our girls playing in our backyard and my 
sobs got heavier.

Rick helped me up and brought me to the bed. He kept saying, "It will be 
OK honey." As he cradled me in his arms I cried myself out. When I was 
finally able to talk the whole thing spilled out.

I half expected Rick to say I told you so and dump me after I told him 
how I fell in love with Bill. He didn't. He listened to every word I 
said. Finally, I asked him to say something and he simply said, "I love 
you, Wendy."

I looked into his loving eyes and started crying again. I blubbered, "I 
love you too." I realized I wasn't saying, "I love your cock, you big 
stud." The difference was now apparent. I loved Rick. All of him.

We spent the next half hour discussing the week and tried to make sense 
of my feelings. I knew it would take a while to get over the whole thing 
but Rick and I felt we'd learned a lot. We did agree to hold off on any 
further swinging until we felt secure enough.

The best indication that things would be all right was when I asked Rick 
to make love to me. He smiled and unzipped his pants. I fished out his 
cock and stroked him to hardness. I pulled my skirt to my waist and Rick 
crawled on top of me. His cock wormed its way into my pussy and it felt 
wonderful. Rick is not the biggest man but he is my man. I'd lost sight 
of that but never again. We made slow passionate love until it was time 
to leave. It was the best sex I'd had all week.

At the airport, I tried to explain everything to Bill and Sam. Bill 
seemed to be disappointed but I think Sam knew all along that my 
infatuation with her husband was mostly about sex. She's a smart lady in 
addition to being gorgeous. I think our little tryst was engineered by 
Sam to get me to thinking. It did that and I'll always be grateful to 
her as painful as it was.

On the flight home I sat with Kim for a time. She kept going on and on 
about what a wonderful trip it had been. For her and Jim the swing 
lifestyle was terrific. I found it amazing to think that each of the 
wives on the trip had very high sex drives. Of course, the men had 
equally high drives as well. I guess that would account for the non-stop 
sex enjoyed by all.

Rick spent some time talking to Greg. Greg also commented that it had 
been a great vacation. Although nothing happened that Greg and Pam 
weren't already used to, they enjoyed making close new relationships and 
hoped that they might continue. Rick told Greg that in time we might get 
back into the swing of things. For now we intended to wear each other 
out. After all, there was definitely no way that our sex drives would 
allow us to stay apart for very long. It had been a vacation that none 
of us would ever forget.
 
The End!

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(C) 1997 Peggy and The Warthog

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The account you have just read contains acts that may not be appropriate
for everyone. In fact, some may be dangerous. The author does not advocate
the practice of these acts and in our times recommends that care be taken
when any sex act is performed. Protect Yourself!

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