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Sex Up The Coast

Sex Up The California Coast

The idea was for her to add a little excitement to our lives. She came up with David by looking over photos of our friends. When she came to his photograph she raised it up and said, "Valhalla. I found him."

"So you'd like to sleep with David?" I asked.

"In a New York minute," she said, "but not sleep. There would be very little sleeping." I smiled and said I understood the no sleeping part. "Okay, so we will?" she asked. I nodded. "So what about you?" she asked. "You have someone you like?"

"Sure," I said, "but I think we should concentrate on you first. I am not so interested right now in going through the hassle of finding someone for me, but I would enjoy seeing you get some loving first. I have an idea," I said. "What if we ask him to go on a roadtrip with us. Just the three of us in a car trip seeing the sights up the coast?"

"You got a little cuckold in you?" she asked, referring to a man who likes to watch his wife being fucked. I just shrugged and smiled.

When we started dating we each knew the other had been fairly active sexually. We openly talked about our attitudes about sexual intimacy and marital fidelity, and each of us felt that marriage did not need to be as exclusive as Western society seemed to believe. We both felt that unconditional love meant not smothering your partner, and that someone could love more than one person at a time. We were not sure we would become swingers, but neither of us ruled that out. ...

... As far as being a cuckold, I never have denied the notion.

My trip idea got Claire's attention. The thought of traveling with a friend and perhaps sharing some intimacy seemed like an exciting idea to her. We decided to drive up the Pacific coast of California and sightsee along the way, visiting places we'd never been to and including a friend and just seeing what might happen.

If something sexual developed, then great. If it didn't, then maybe it wasn't meant to. We thought about stopping at Monterey, driving up to the Muir Woods, maybe staying in a bed and breakfast on the northern coast, maybe driving all the way to Eureka or Oregon.

When we asked David if he would like to come with us up the coast, he was enthusiastic and offered to take his SUV that had a camper shell, saving us some expense perhaps if we decided to camp. Claire was not at all interested in camping. "Give me a charming B&B with a view and a hot tub," she said. The car idea was fine, it got better mileage than our four wheel drive jeep, but she wanted a soft, comfortable bed with big pillows and a downy comforter with someone else to make it every morning.

"If I am going to make love on this trip, I want it to be in a king-sized bed or a Jacuzzi," she said emphatically. "No sleeping bag sex for me. If I am going to be fucked, I want it to be in luxury." I laughed at her and she made a face.

"You think David suspects we are thinking about him sharing you?" I said.

"I don't care if he is ...