TRUE ROMANCE

My wife Anna and I were going away for a long weekend, on a “marriage retreat” at a mountain lodge owned by our sex therapist, Lilly, and her husband. Anna and I are in our 40s and have been married for 18 years, and recently our love life had gotten a bit stale. I still considered Anna attractive, with her petite frame, thick, silky blonde hair, soft natural breasts and gently flaring hips. But our busy life and our kids had tended to sap both of us of our interest in sex. Once Anna got aroused she was a wonderful lover, but the problem was getting her interested, let alone excited. It had been a joint decision to consult a sex therapist in an effort to renew our passion. We had been seeing Lilly for the last four months, and it turned out to be one of the best decisions we had ever made.

This was the first time we had attended one of Lilly’s weekend group therapy sessions, and both of us were a bit nervous about it. The sessions were supposedly very intense, and involved opening up and sharing with other couples, both emotionally and sexually, in order to become more comfortable with our own bodies and to explore new and interesting approaches.

On the drive up to the lodge, I told Anna that it was still not too late if she wanted to change her mind and turn back. She replied that the thought had crossed her mind, but we needed a vacation in any case, and some new experiences might do us good—as long, she added, as we wouldn’t be expected to share any private fantasies, or to get too explicit in front of anybody else.

At the lodge, which was a good-size stone and wood building nestled among thick trees, we were greeted by Lilly and her husband Kyle, both of them in their 40s. They showed us to our room and told us there would be an introductory meeting of all the attending couples in half an hour down in the living room.

It was about seven o’clock when we went downstairs to meet the four other couples. Lilly sat by the big fireplace while the rest of us took seats on the couches and cushioned chairs scattered about. Lilly then suggested that we all introduce ourselves and talk briefly about what had compelled us to attend this retreat.

The first to speak up were Ellen and Tony, a pleasant-looking couple in their 30s. They explained that they had married right out of high school, and that Ellen’s uptightness about sex had nearly driven Tony to cheating. Ellen’s petite frame and obvious Japanese heritage looked good with Tony’s blond features.

Rhonda and Paul were just over 50, and had the opposite problem; while Rhonda had gotten more interested in sex as she got older, Paul had lost interest and gotten bored. Both of them were graying, but still in quite good shape.

Jim and Tara were about 40, on their second marriage, and the only couple there without kids. Tara was a little overweight, but very pleasant and warm, with a pretty face. She explained that while their sex was actually pretty good, they wanted to explore ways of making it even better.

Natalie and George were both in their late 20s. George was in the military and was tanned and handsome, with a sculpted body, while Natalie was a particularly hot-looking woman, with straight black hair, an eye-catching cleavage and long legs. Because Natalie was black and George was white, the prejudice they had encountered, both from strangers and from their own unaccepting families, in addition to George’s long trips away at sea, made things stressful for them.

Lilly next explained that during the retreat, all of us would meet as a group each morning, after which each couple would meet with her to ask questions and work out personal issues. She said frankly that the group meetings could sometimes be intensely emotional, and at times very explicit and erotic. She encouraged us all to be open to new experiences, but assured us that anyone who was uncomfortable did not have to participate, and could leave at any time. The goals were to have fun, to learn from each other and to become closer to our partners.

Anna and I were too nervous about the weekend to make love that night. Anna was particularly wary about making noises that others might hear, though this apparently didn’t worry Jim and Tara, whose room was next to ours. Tara’s giggling and the squeaking of their bed made Anna a bit embarrassed, though I had to admit it turned me on.

Saturday began with a fine breakfast, prepared by Lilly’s husband. Kyle was not a licensed sex therapist, but he was a great cook and host. After breakfast we all gathered in the living room for the first group meeting. Lilly asked some general questions, encouraging us again to be frank and open. It was slow going at first, but eventually inhibitions fell away as most of us let our guard down and became comfortable sharing some intimate details of our marriages and love lives. We talked about everything from our first sexual experiences to our thoughts on oral sex, porn and even kinky stuff like anal sex.

None of the women except Tara admitted to liking anal sex, while the men almost universally craved it, which was not surprising. Most of us favored oral sex, though some of the ladies didn’t like the guy to come in their mouth. I was surprised to hear that everyone had tried watching porn at least once during lovemaking, and for some it was a regular part of foreplay. Natalie said she thought porn was dirty, but George confided that Natalie had gotten more aroused than he had ever seen her get before, after watching a porn movie they had rented once. Rhonda and Paul shared the fact that she had recently had an affair with a coworker, which nearly ended their marriage. Lilly then explained firmly, and to Anna’s obvious relief, that there would be no infidelity here; the purpose of this weekend was to concentrate on and strengthen our relationship with our spouse.

On Saturday evening things got interesting. It turned out that Kyle was a professional masseur, and part of the program was that he would share his techniques with the rest of us. The plan was that he would demonstrate those techniques on Lilly, while we men watched and emulated his moves on our own wives. Then we would switch places, and the wives would massage their husbands.

After dinner, as instructed, we all went to our rooms and changed into white robes supplied by the lodge before coming downstairs. We could be naked under the robes or wear light clothing, depending on our comfort level. Anna wore a camisole and pink cotton bikini panties under her robe; I wore briefs.

The furniture in the living room had been moved off to the sides, and five massage tables had been arranged in a U-shape around a sixth table, where Lilly and Kyle stood. The crackling fireplace and scented candles gave a warm light. When we were all assembled, Lilly turned her back to us and dropped her robe, revealing that she wore only a small towel around her waist. She then jumped spryly onto the table and lay on her belly, her flattened breasts bulging out on each side of her chest. I wasn’t sure if the look on Anna’s face was shock at Lilly’s lack of modesty, or fear that she might have to expose herself that way as well.

Kyle now instructed the women to get up on the tables. Anna took off her robe, still in her camisole and panties, and draped a small towel over her butt as well. Looking around, I saw that most of the other wives also wore panties. Natalie, Tara and Ellen also wore T-shirts or some other covering on top; but Rhonda was topless, and not at all modest about it; her breasts looked great, and swung sexily as she got up on the massage table.

When the girls were in place, Kyle had us observe him as he started by massaging Lilly’s scalp, then applied some massage lotion and moved to her shoulders. Quiet moans of pleasure came from all six women as we men followed his example, then worked our way down their backs and legs. The women’s shirts were annoying to deal with; George looked at me and pretended to rip Natalie’s shirt off her back, and we both smiled.
As we started back up the legs, Kyle said it was time for some more private areas to receive some attention, starting with the butt. He then removed his wife’s towel. Paul removed Rhonda’s panties with no objection, and Jim did the same with Tara’s, though Tara kept a small towel over her ass. Tony, George and I got no such consent, and had to struggle to massage our spouses’ butts under their panties.

After 15 minutes on the legs and butt, Kyle announced it was time for the girls to turn over. Some of the wives were hesitant, but eventually all of them followed Lilly’s example as she smoothly rolled onto her back. Lilly’s breasts were not huge, but were well shaped, with large brown nipples.

Again we started at the head, massaging the face with gentle motions, then proceeded down the neck. When we moved to the chest, Anna looked nervously into my eyes. Lilly now told us all to relax, to pretend we were alone in the comfort of our bedrooms. Anna closed her eyes as I slipped my hands up under her camisole and circled her round breasts.

Kyle followed up his wife’s remark by explaining that every woman was different, and would respond in her own way to different techniques; we should concentrate on discovering what our wives enjoyed, and act accordingly. Following this advice, I began to lightly pinch and roll my wife’s now firm nipples, something I knew she responded to.

By now Tara had lost her T-shirt, and out of the corner of my eye I could see her ample breasts receiving gentle and affectionate massage from Jim. Both Natalie and Ellen still looked nervous, but now seemed to be enjoying their husbands’ touch. As for Rhonda, she was smiling with absolute ecstasy, totally and unabashedly naked, her long arms stretched back over her head while Paul lovingly played with her exposed breasts.

Taking Rhonda and Paul as inspiration, I slowly inched Anna’s camisole up a bit each time I moved my hands over her breasts. In a few minutes the camisole was up to her armpits, her gorgeous boobs exposed to me. There was an expression of contentment on her face now, and when I later moved down to massage her tummy and sides, she made no effort to cover her breasts back up. I wanted to bend down and taste her nipples, but I was afraid the shock would disturb her new acceptance of what was happening.

Kyle next had us slowly move down over the stomach. He then removed Lilly’s towel and gently moved his hands over her pubic area, instructing us to follow suit. Lilly spread her legs slightly to allow him to comfortably massage her inner thigh.

I held my breath as I moved my hands slowly over Anna’s crotch and onto her leg. She did not object, but she resisted spreading her thighs. Massaging her leg, I slid my fingers a little further under the leg band of her panties with each movement. Interestingly, I now saw that Anna was watching Kyle and Lilly, and Paul and Rhonda, while I touched her. Both of the women were now being openly masturbated by their husbands, and Rhonda was making no effort to hide her soft moaning.

Suddenly I felt Anna’s thighs relax, and she parted them a little. Not wanting to risk spoiling whatever pleasurable trance she was in by going too fast, I rubbed her gently through her panties for a minute or two before moving my hand slowly under the thin garment to her vagina. She was incredibly wet. I gently moved my fingers along both sides of her slit and up over her clitoris, the way I knew she liked, but I dared not try to go inside her just yet. I caught a glimpse of Tara as she now took the initiative and guided her husband’s hand to her bare pussy.

Anna, however, now seemed oblivious to anyone else as she stretched her arms over her head and moaned softly. Soon her breathing quickened as I became bolder, placing a finger in her opening while I massaged her clit with my palm. Rhonda was moaning loudly now, and a minute later she arched her back and stiffened, letting out a series of squeaking noises as she had what sounded like an intense orgasm. A moment later I heard Tara cry out in climax as well.

Whether these sounds had any effect on Anna I don’t know, but 30 seconds later she stiffened and then jerked, making the low grunting sound she gives out when she has a particularly good orgasm. It took her several moments to recover, and when she did she flushed with embarrassment as she saw me smiling at her. She hastily pulled her camisole down over her breasts, but the next minute she was pulling my head down for a soft, lingering kiss.

At this point Lilly sat up and announced that we would now take a break, after which it would be time for the girls to take over. Most of the women seemed to be in a dream-like state of relaxation, although Ellen and Natalie put their robes on quickly, covering themselves with a kind of awkward modesty. Most of the couples embraced, and I kissed Anna on the forehead and reminded her how much I loved her.

After the break, we guys took our turn on the massage tables, while the ladies proceeded to massage us, with Lilly this time doing the demonstrating on her husband. I saw that Rhonda had not bothered to tie her robe, giving us a great view of her graying pubes and her substantial boobs, which swung freely when she moved.

Anna’s hands felt wonderful as, under Lilly’s guidance, she rubbed them over my head, shoulders and chest. When the time came, both Tara and Rhonda whipped off their husband’s undershorts with a laugh and tossed them over their shoulders. To Anna’s annoyance I had already removed my briefs before getting on the table, so she placed a small towel over my butt and massaged me underneath it.

Then it was time for us to turn over. There was a bit of giggling and a few gasps from the women as we did so, as all the guys, including me, had raging hard-ons. “Oh my God!” Ellen giggled. “There’s a small animal standing up in Tony’s underwear!” Anna was smiling in spite of herself, but she quickly placed the towel over my burgeoning crotch.

After leading her charges through some cursory attention to our upper bodies, Lilly guided them down to our manhood. Following her directions, Anna slid her lubed hands under the towel and slowly and gently massaged my cock and balls, her fingers sliding up and down my hard pole before retreating to my thighs and stomach. Looking around, I caught site of Ellen massaging her husband’s cock under his towel with a nervous determination. This public display of sexuality was obviously hard for her, and for Natalie, as it had been for Anna at first, though she seemed to be overcoming it.

After several minutes I heard Anna grunt in frustration. “Oh to hell with it!” she said as she pulled my towel off, dropping it on the floor and continuing to pleasure me out in the open. As my horniness increased, I found myself again gazing at Rhonda’s luscious breasts with their soft brown nipples in the warm glow of the candles. Anna must have noticed me looking, and it evidently pissed her off. “If you want to stare at something, sweetie” she snapped, “stare at these!” And she quickly whipped open the top her robe, revealing her delectable twins.
“Hey, you go, girl!” Tara yipped out.

At that Anna suddenly turned red, but she didn’t bother to close her robe. That set me off, and without warning I shot my load out into the air and onto Anna’s chest. Her eyes widened with surprise, and I couldn’t help laughing. “Hey, not my fault!” I told her. “You did that!”

I wasn’t alone, however; it turned out that the other guys had either just preceded me over the edge, or came soon after. Tony was cleaning himself off as Ellen nervously confessed that she had never known it happened like that; apparently Tony had never had an orgasm except inside her. Natalie was wiping her hand off in disgust, while George tried to hide a satisfied look.

That night, as we cuddled in bed, Anna admitted to me that she had found the evening incredibly erotic. She even found herself worrying that she might have something of the closet exhibitionist inside her. But then she pulled herself up, saying, “But don’t ever expect me to do something like that again! That was a onetime thing, okay?”

Our conversation stopped when we heard some yelling coming from the room directly below ours, a converted den which served as Lilly’s office. It sounded like George and Natalie yelling at each other about what had happened that evening, interrupted by long pauses, during which we figured Lilly was trying to mediate. After about 15 minutes we heard the sound of Natalie crying, and then the slamming of a door. Then all was quiet.

Sunday was to be our last day at the lodge. As Anna and I looked out of our bedroom window in the morning, we noted Ellen and Natalie taking off together for a pre-breakfast run. An hour later they returned, with Rhonda walking between them, all of them apparently engrossed in earnest conversation.

At the group meeting that morning, Lilly announced that our final session that evening was to be a showing of an instructional film, sort of an abridged Kama Sutra, which had been produced by some of her colleagues, and which she was sure we would find enlightening.

That night we all gathered in the living room while Lilly served up some wine. The living room was again lit with candles and a raging fire, with couches and armchairs arranged in a semicircle around a big flat-screen TV. Anna and I snuggled on a plush loveseat, with a soft blanket pulled up to our waists. George and Natalie were on a couch to our right, and beyond them were Paul and Rhonda, while Ellen and Tony were on our left.

The film started with a brief introduction before getting right into foreplay, with a lot of kissing and nibbling in the right places. The couples in the film were mostly young and attractive, but they looked like normal people rather than porn stars. The movie soon progressed to a demonstration of oral sex techniques, and went on from there.

Anna slid down in the loveseat and rested her head on my lap. She pulled the blanket up to her shoulder, and then surprised me by moving my right hand to her breast under the blanket. Obviously she was beginning to get as turned as I was, or so I hoped. I slowly caressed her soft mound, thankful that she had chosen not to wear a bra. Eventually I opened a button of her flannel shirt and moved my hand from one soft breast to the other, while her fingers trailed up and down the bulge in my jeans. Her nipples stuck up like little volcanoes as they were pinched, tweaked and circled by my fingers.

After a while Anna voluntarily unbuttoned her shirt further, and as she did so the blanket slipped down to her waist, exposing her now almost naked breasts. However, judging by the moans and low giggles that sounded throughout the room, it seemed that most of the other couples were too involved with their own secret activities to bother with us.

As the movie moved into an active demonstration of sex toys, I could not keep myself from reaching down and lightly brushing my fingers over Anna’s pussy through her jeans. When I got no objection I kept it up, then gently unsnapped and lowered her zipper. A minute later I was slowly tugging her jeans and panties down to give me better access to her honeypot, while Anna lifted her hips so I could slide them past her ass. In due course I was lying behind her on the loveseat, massaging her wet slit in a replay of the previous night, while my left hand cupped her bare breasts. Between my attentions and the film, she paid no heed as the blanket slipped to the floor, which made it easier for me to push her pants the rest of the way off. Her nearly naked body in the golden glow of the candles was a feast for my eyes.

Now I resumed my fondling of my wife’s pussy, and she made little moaning sounds as I stroked my fingers through her curly pubes. With a little coaxing I got her to lift her right leg, which she draped over the back of the loveseat to give me complete access. I lovingly stroked her hard little clit with one finger as with my other hand I spread the lips of her now soaked pussy.

Taking my eyes briefly off my wife’s exposed body, I noted Paul looking at her over his shoulder. He whispered to Rhonda, who with a big smile turned also to watch this new show. They had a perfect view of Anna’s beautiful breasts, open legs and exposed cunt as I stroked her.

After several minutes of this, Anna emitted a soft cry as her body tightened up and then shuddered in release. She then pulled the blanket back up over herself and lay still, while I lovingly kissed her soft hair.

No one but Paul and Rhonda seemed to have noticed us, and in fact the room was dead silent now as the couple on the screen began to fuck in earnest. We all watched for a few minutes, until I heard Ellen call out quietly, “Natalie, I think it’s time. It’s now or never!”

Anna looked up at me in puzzlement, but I was as mystified as she. Then I saw Ellen get up from her seat. At the same time Natalie rose slowly from George’s lap, while he looked up at her, perplexed. Ellen then pulled her T-shirt over her head, to reveal the red bra that encased her small breasts. And Natalie, looking anxious but determined, slowly unbuttoned her white blouse, staring into her husband’s eyes as she revealed the ample cleavage of her large dark breasts resting in a white bra.

It occurred to me that this must have been something Ellen and Natalie had cooked up, with Rhonda’s help, during their run that morning. As shy and modest as they had been all weekend, they were now obviously determined to do whatever they could to make their marriages work.
Both women now knelt down in front of their husbands. In my position I could not see Ellen very well, but Natalie was quite enough right then to hold my interest—much more so than the film! On her knees now, she reached out a slightly trembling hand to unzip her husband’s fly, then quickly pulled his pants down and off. George was so surprised at what was occurring that his cock was nearly flaccid, but that didn’t deter Natalie. As if aping what she’d seen in the film, she began to run her tongue slowly up and down and around that cock, which soon began to grow again, reaching a good eight inches as George ran his fingers through her hair. Though a bit clumsy at first, she soon appeared to get into it, her full lips engulfing his member, then sliding down over its length as though she was trying to take it down her throat.

At this point Anna turned her face to me and kissed me long and passionately, after which she ordered me to get naked as she proceeded to pull off my pants. Kneeling on the floor and cupping my balls, she then swirled her tongue around my throbbing dick and slid it down her throat. As my eyes rolled in my head, I caught sight of George pulling Natalie’s skirt and panties down, then guiding her back onto their plush chair as he knelt between her legs. Then he was kissing his way up her thigh to her snatch, where he gently flicked her clit with his tongue. After a few minutes she cried out as she threw her head back, digging her nails into the arms of the chair as she came. “My God, I can’t believe I’ve never let you do that to me before!” she moaned when she could speak again.

Anna’s head was still bobbing up and down on my engorged penis as I ran my fingers through her long hair. But she stopped to watch with me as Natalie now straddled her husband’s legs, letting out a soft cry as she slowly impaled herself on his penis. The contrast of Natalie’s dark mahogany flesh with George’s pale skin was beautiful as she moved her full round ass up and down, her dark-nippled breasts swaying and bouncing.

Anna stood up then, dropping her shirt so that her luscious body was now completely exposed. Still watching Natalie, she placed her knees on either side of my thighs and lowered herself onto me in a reverse cowgirl position, guiding my pole into her slick vagina. I reach around to roll her nipples with my fingertips as her shiny blonde hair swung back and forth. Her gasps and moans filled the room, along with those of George and Natalie as they fucked like newlyweds not 10 feet away. On our right, Paul and Rhonda were watching us openly, but Anna couldn’t have cared less. Off to the left I could hear more grunts and cries from Ellen and Tony, obviously making love as well.

Natalie and George now changed positions, with her on the floor bent over a hassock while he got on his knees and entered her from behind as her generous boobs jiggled sexily. She reached down under her tummy, and it was obvious that she was pleasuring herself, not caring if the whole world was watching, while her husband pounded away at her.

At my request, Anna now pulled herself up, then turned around to face me before impaling herself again. Her face was so ecstatic that it almost brought me off right there. Looking into my eyes, she brought her hand down to her clit and began masturbating herself as she rode me. I looked down to see my cock disappearing inside her vagina and then emerging, again and again. I felt myself losing control, and I grabbed at her ass cheeks as she pounded down on me, holding her tight as she suddenly stiffened and screamed. A moment later I came also, more strongly than I had in years.

We threw our arms around each other then, kissing passionately and whispering, “I love you” over and over. A minute later we heard George cry out in orgasm, and then Natalie screaming out, “OH FUCK!” as she climaxed for the second time that evening.
By then the movie had ended—not that anyone was paying attention.

We all seemed to be lost in our own worlds as we quietly made or way up to our rooms, each of us hand in hand with our mates. As we left the next morning, we all hugged Lilly gratefully and thanked her for a wonderful and most enlightening weekend.—S.W., Rutland, Vermont