Jim was pleasantly surprised when Cassie accepted Helen’s invitation to join them on a road trip of a few days. He had assumed that she would use his absence to spend time with Frank.

She graciously sat in the rear seat to give Helen the best views. The road to the coast was narrow and winding through a tunnel of giant Coastal Redwoods. They took their time and stopped often to admire the ancient trees.

Next they drove out to see the Roosevelt Elk herd at Point Reyes and have a mid-morning coffee break. For their next leg, Helen sat in the back with Cassie. They chatted quietly while Jim drove North along the coast.

The ocean views were spectacular even from the rear seat. Jim was often amazed that two women could talk nearly continuously for hours. When he and Cassie were alone, they were usually comfortable with little or no conversation.

The women’s voices were soft, mostly unintelligible from the driver’s seat, but he thought he heard his and Frank’s names frequently. The talk seemed amiable to him. When the road turned inland and became freeway, Jim sped up to reach Trinidad for lunch.

Helen was enchanted by the town and its beach. They went for an after-lunch beach walk, then Cassie volunteered to drive. In the rear seat, Jim put his arm around Helen and kissed her

“Have you and Cassie got me and Frank all sorted?” he asked.

“We decided that you are a work in progress, and are showing promise. She asked me to take you in hand and guide you.”

She placed her warm hand on his cock and squeezed. He looked up and saw Cassie’s eyes in the rearview mirror. She winked at him, which he took as approval.

Soon, Helen had Jim’s cock out and was giving him head. Cassie adjusted her mirror for watching and was giving her pointers about his likes and how to edge him. Fortunately, after last night’s activities, he could hold off. He just closed his eyes and enjoyed the tutorial.

Before long, Helen suggested they stop for the day, somewhere near a beach. To the South of Crescent City they found a motel with a great view of the ocean. Jim rented a room with a king bed and a pull-out sofa-bed.

The afternoon wind discouraged swimming; after walking for a while, their cheeks were rosy and their noses cold. They returned to the room to rest before dinner. Jim was about to pull out the sofa-bed when Helen stopped him.

“This big bed is quite enough for the three of us to nap. That pull-out blocks too much of the room. Let’s see how we fare together.” Cassie nodded her agreement.

The women began undressing, stopping at their underwear. Helen said, “James, you can’t sleep with us,” she paused, “unless you undress.”

Both women laughed and removed the remaining items and slid into the bed. Helen went to the center, Cassie the edge away from Jim.

Oh, my god, I’ve died and gone to heaven, Jim thought. He stripped, letting his erect cock wave and slid under the covers.

Both women turned on their sides, facing him. Helen took his face in her two hands and plunged her tongue between his lips; Cassie reached around her and grasped his cock.

“When was the last time you’ve had two horny woman lusting for your body, James?” He couldn’t think, didn’t want to, he just hoped he could step up to the plate twice.

“What an embarrassment of riches I’ve fallen into. I’m nervous,” Jim admitted.

“Darling, relax; this is Helen’s and your day. I want to enjoy watching and hope you will share her later.”

Helen whispered, “Yes, James, Cassie has got me curious about girl/girl play. We can let her clean me up when you have finished making my day.”

Jim started to duck under the covers, but Helen pulled him up. “Enough foreplay, I’ve been wet all afternoon wanting this cock in me, now fuck me.”

She rolled on top of him and grasped his hard cock, sliding it along her pussy lips, then sat on it. She was indeed wet, and more snug than after Frank had been in her. She moaned in pleasure as she settled down completely.

Cassie leaned over and kissed Jim, “You look beautiful together, I’m a little jealous.”

Jim was concentrating on the delicious feeling of Helen’s pussy grasping his sensitive cock. She took her time, rising slowly until his glans nearly came out, then sliding down again until their pubic hairs became entangled. She let out a sigh each time.

Cassie kneeled behind Helen and pinched her nipples, causing her to cum. Helen turned her head enough to receive a kiss from her, then she lowered her upper body down on Jim.

“Get on top and hold me please,” she whispered. “I want you to cum in me like a proper lover.” Cassie was startled when they rolled over.

Helen’s legs wrapped around Jim’s hips and her hands grasped his buns, urging his strokes. “Fuck me,” she murmured, “yes, fuck me,” each time he bottomed in her, until he came loudly and hard.

They lay together for several minutes, catching their breath. Cassie watched with envy, she was unsure of whom. “I remember now how I used to feel a bit jealous of Jill when you fucked her, even when Frank was doing me.”

Suddenly, everyone was tired from the long drive. They curled up against each other and soon the women were snoring. Jim lay awake for a while feeling a bit strange being in bed with his wife and his lover and hearing Cassie express feelings of jealousy.

Eventually, they got ready to go to dinner at a local restaurant-lounge found on Google. It was Saturday night and the place was hopping. They consumed two bottles of wine with dinner, then the manager approached to tell them of a local trio that would be playing.

He reserved a table for them in the lounge and promised to comp the first round of drinks. Before the night was over, Jim had danced with both women and had consumed more scotch than he should have.

Cassie drove them back to the motel and they dumped Jim, fully clothed onto the sofa-bed. He didn’t move until morning.

He woke at seven am with a crashing headache and a backache from the thin mattress. He was alone, guessing that the women were taking a walk on the beach. Then he saw a note on the coffee table.

Dear Jim,

In my haste to join you on this trip, I forgot that I’m scheduled to take care of the grandkids on Monday. I don’t want you to cut your trip short.

There is an early flight this morning from Crescent City to SFO. Helen has agreed to take me to the airport. Have a wonderful rest of your vacation.

    XOXO

Your loving wife,

He was just absorbing the message when Helen walked into the room and kissed him, “Good morning sunshine. How is your head?”

Without waiting for a response, she went and made him a strong cup of coffee.

“What did I miss last night?” Did they have sex without him? he wondered. He was not sure that he liked them getting too cuddly.

“Well, after we poured you onto the sofa-bed we got undressed and went to bed ourselves. We decided we were not in the mood for girl/girl play with you snoring over here, so we just talked.

“What did you talk about in bed?”

“She talked about you, and Frank of course, about why she keeps seeing him, and why she thinks you feel threatened by him. She says she expends a great deal of effort trying to make you feel loved and secure.

“She wishes that you trusted her more; she says that what you perceive as sneaking behind your back is actually her trying not to flaunt their affair in your face. She regards it as a kindness.

She expressed her enduring love for you, but has needs that you can’t or won’t fulfill. She thinks her brief encounters with Frank are not too much to ask at this stage of your marriage, and she is not repentant for cuckolding you”

Jim chuckled at that, “Did she seem glad that we are together? Is she glad she came?” he asked.

“Cassie seemed agitated until she got a phone call. She took it on the porch; it was such a long conversation that I brought her a coat against the cold. Afterward, she told me about needing to go home, you saw the note.”

Jim reread the note skeptically, “Is it Frank?”

Helen nodded, “I think so, yes.” She put her arm around him and laid her head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry,” was all she said.

They kissed and hugged until she took his cock in her hand and bent to lick its cap. Before long he was hard, so they made slow tender love until he came in her pussy again. Then they showered and went to find breakfast.

After, as they packed up, Jim confessed that he had lost enthusiasm for continuing the trip. She agreed and they drove to the Freeway and started South.

“I think her urging me to invite you to visit was an attempt to broker some sort of Quid Pro Quo: if she accepted you and I, I should accept her and Frank.” He was thinking out loud.

“I think you are right, she almost admitted it last night. She said a number of things that lead me to that conclusion.”

“Would it please you if I moved to Boston?” he asked her.

“I would be delighted to have you close by,” she patted his thigh.

“I would need time before I could commit to anything very permanent; I worry about rebound relationships, but in time I’m sure I will heal and become a fit partner.”

“I will be glad to wait for you. I think I should move my return trip home up to tomorrow, and leave you and Cassie alone to figure things out.”

There was no sign of Cassie when they reached the house, and no sign of her when they got up the next morning. Jim tried to contain his anger while they went to the airport and he saw Helen off.

He spent much of the day making plans for his split from Cassie. He had a list of actions organized when she walked in later that afternoon, her same travel bag in her hand. She was surprised to find him there.

“You came back early, did things not go well?” her smile was very tentative.

“Where were you?” Jim asked, not answering her inane question.

“Sitting for the babies; I thought I wrote that in my note”

“Last night. With Frank?” She swallowed loudly and hesitated. Here comes the lie, he thought.

“Yes.” She lowered her gaze, refusing to look him in the eye.

“An entire night of sexual abandon, just like when I was in Boston.”

“An entire night of sex and arguing.”

“Arguing about where the two of you should live? I imagine he would not want to look at my bedroom walls every night.”

“No, he was making excessive demands and saying disparaging things about you. I couldn’t allow that, I’ve kicked him to the curb with no regrets. I do regret giving him a couple of fabulous orgasms first, though. My bad.

“Can you forgive me this one last time?” There was that Mona Lisa smile.

Jim was not prone to argue. He stuffed his list into his pocket.