The drive down the coast from Amsterdam to Calais was both bittersweet and poignant. Apart from the amazing scenery and fabulous architecture, we had found ourselves again. We realized that since we have been married, we had become on auto pilot. Life had become mundane. Weekdays consisted of work, dinner, crap TV, and bed, on repeat. Saturday, shopping, cleaning and general domestic shit, more rubbish TV in the evening. Sex on Sunday morning, more going through the motions than love making. Not only had we had more, and more varied sex than before we were married, we had come to find that having sex with others, rathe than damaging our relationship, it actually strengthened it. We never knew how watching one of us getting fucked by a stranger(s) could be such a turn on. All the sex talk made us randy, and as we were making good time, we pulled over into a lay by to give Joel a blow job, tossing myself at the same time, as the rest of the traffic hurtled past feet away. Soggy boxers, small price to pay. Having parked the car close to the ferry port, we grabbed a sandwich and beer from a quayside cafe.
Back in the UK. we made good time back to our place, and a mountain of mail, (mostly bills and junk), and a laptop full of emails ( more junk). They would have to wait. The one thing us Brits miss when they're abroad is a cup of tea. I took the suitcases to the bedroom while Joel put the kettle on. Once we had drank the cuppa, we sat on the sofa to discuss how we could bring the spice back into our lives. We had no real friends, rarely went out, and hardly spoke to one another. I expect that resonates with many couples, both gay and straight. It had to be overcome. After deliberating for ages, we decided that we needed some friends, straight or gay, that was immaterial, maybe the easiest way was to join some sports clubs and a gym. We needed to get out more, when we first met, we used to go to gay clubs and bars all the time. Though we sort of don't need to anymore, it would be a good way to reconnect. We checked out the nearest nudist resort, only 30 miles away and well worth a visit. All sorts of ideas were floated. We talked about hook up sites, which were a possibility, should we not be able to achieve what we wanted to organically. We opened a bottle of Prosecco, kissed, and toasted our future.
A friend of a friend was a Baptist minister, and we wanted to reaffirm our love, so with help from our friend, we had a service to renew our vows, not that either of us were particularly religious, we thought it would have more standing. Our parents, relatives and friends came and we hired a hall for the reception. Afterwards, we had a night in a five star hotel. Joel made love to me in a sumptuous four poster bed.
The trip to the nudist club was fun, we were the youngest there by some distance, so we had many admiring glances from both genders, especially Joel, with his big dick. We made it a monthly excursion, and soon made friends there, some of whom were to become friends with benefits. At home, nudity became the norm, and we would have sex anywhere. We were at it like rabbits again.
But it was at the gym that we found Clive, a 21 year old, who was to become our first threesome at home. He was in the gym doing one-handed press ups, all 5'6" of him, bare chested, slim waist, in tight Lycra shorts, with a beautiful bubble butt. After he he'd done 2 x 10 reps, he stopped for a breather, and looking round, he smiled at us. We introduced ourselves and said we had only just joined, and maybe he could show us the ropes. Standing up, his impressive package was there for all to see, I so want to kiss him there and then. On the corner of his shorts was a rainbow emblem, so I hoped we would be in luck. He showed us round the gym and suggested a training program, then went to get changed while we did a bit of cardio, before joining him in the showers. He just about reached up to Joel's chest. I soaped his back, while Joel and he kissed under the cascading water. By the time he turned round, his erection was a similar size to Joel's, though not as fat We couldn't take it any further there, so we dressed and swapped numbers.
We hadn't even arrived home, when we had a WhatsApp message, with a picture of cum on his belly and dripping from the end of his penis. Joel sorted through his gallery and sent one back of his cock inside me.
We were still wandering round naked on Sunday morning when the doorbell rang, neither of us had checked our phones, Clive had messaged us saying he was on his way. Joel bunged some tatty shorts on an welcomed him in, offering him coffee, he settled for Coke. We finished our drinks, and he stood on tip toes to kiss Joel, making his shorts ride up even further into his crack. I stood behind him, kissing the nape of his neck and feeling for his dick, now erect out the leg of his shorts. We took him to bed. Joel, being the gentleman, let our guest go first. We made out and gave one another head, (with a slim cock I could deep throat all 7" of him.) We turned round, I put my bum in the air and he rimmed me. Not bothering to use his fingers or the lube, he lined himself up and penetrated me, I groaned with pleasure while my husband gently masturbated, waiting his turn. I was turned over, Clive reentered me and began to pump, kissing me at the same time. He went faster and faster, then stopped as he emptied inside me. I moaned with pleasure. As he became soft, he slipped out and I licked him clean. Joel took over, sliding into my soaking man cunt and banged me hard. I was going to wank, but for some reason, refrained. Joel added his cum to Clive's. I looked round to see Clive hard again and raring to go, so I opened my legs and let him in. This time he lasted long enough for me to shoot my load, before he came for a second time.
We went down the pub for lunch, we had beer, Clive had Coke, then back home, where the insatiable Clive had me again over the back of the sofa. I had nothing left in my balls, but he found yet more cum. We can't wait to see him again.
