What A Bad Trip...

Have you ever noticed how, sometimes, life can throw you a curve ball? Sometimes you strike out, and some times you hit a homer (Doh!). The following story is my example.

My husband, Tom and I lived a normal life, both of us fairly active, hard working people. He is a computer analysis expert, retired from the army, and I am in the travel business. I have four close friends, of which two are married. We all work in the same circle, and that is how we met.

Sally, like myself, is a travel agent, and Becky works for a world wide hotel chain. Darcy is an executive with a large airline, and Donna is a public relations specialist, who works closely with our government. We always use each other in the course of day to day business, on a "You scratch my back, and I'll scratch yours" basis.

One day, over lunch, we decided to scratch our own backs, and have some fun. We pooled all of our resources together, and planned the ultimate vacation. We would be our own tour group, and head to Europe for a couple of weeks. Thanks to our connections, we would fly first class, stay in the best hotels, and see whatever we wanted, without restrictions. And at a fraction of what it would normally cost.

From our experience, we decided to plan our visit around France. The best hotels, and of course, the best restaurants would be there. Not to mention the shopping! From there, we could travel to wherever we desired. Sally always had several tours going there at any given time, so we could tag along with them if we wanted. We would just play it by ear.

Everything went like clockwork, because we have done this countless times for our customers, and knew what was expected. The flight was perfect, and the limo was waiting, just as we had planned. The hotel was better than we had hoped for, and even the weather was cooperating nicely.

On the morning of the fourth day, we stood in the hotel lobby, deciding what we wanted to do, when one of Sally's tour guides came walking in. It was an unexpected surprise, and Sally made the introductions.

"So, what have you got going today?" Sally asked her smartly dressed friend.

"I have a golf tour today. A bunch of rich guys want to play the finest courses in Europe, and I'm here to pick them up." You could see the drool on the guy's faces when she mentioned golf. "I would love to invite you guys, but I only have two seats left." she said, as the disappointment crossed their faces.

"Hey, why don't you guys go?" Tom said, "I don't know the first thing about the game, and you guys would have fun!"

"Are you sure?" Sally's husband said, hoping he was.

"Of course! This is a once in a lifetime opportunity!" Tom said as he nudged them towards the bus. They hardly said "bye" to their wives, and were sprinting for the bus.

"We planned to go shopping, did you want to tag along?" I asked Tom, now that he was the only guy in our group.

"Nah, I think I'll go souvenir shopping." he responded.

"OK, how about we meet for lunch, at say...one o'clock?"

"Sure, where?"

"How about the bistro across the street? The food is supposed to be fantastic, and they speak English."

"Perfect! See you ladies in a few hours!" And with that, he turned and headed out the revolving doors, the girls all watching his cute butt as he left.

"Wow, it's a good thing your husband doesn't golf, that worked out nicely!" Darcy said, after he disappeared from sight.

"Are you kidding?" I said, "He loves golf. He goes nuts if he doesn't get to whack a ball at least once a week."

"Then what was that all about?" Becky asked, now feeling bad that her husband got to go.

"That's just the way he is. He would do anything to see his friends have a good time, even if it means missing out himself."

"Wow! what a guy! Can I borrow him for say...twenty years or so?" Becky asked. We all laughed. I am not at all jealous, even though I have the greatest guy in the world.

"But your married!" I said.

"So what? I want yours!" she kidded.

"So do we!" the others chimed in. Tom and I have an adequate sex life, nothing weird or kinky, but sometimes we do think about experimenting. I tease him by telling him I'm going to invite one or more of the girls over for an orgy. He just laughs, but I know he wouldn't mind, as my friends are all in pretty good shape, even if two of them are married. Maybe someday we can play around, and see what happens, but right now I'm going shopping!

We had a great time, and spent tons of money buying things we just had to have. The morning passed quickly, and we headed back towards the bistro across from our hotel. We weren't there long before Tom showed up and took his seat next to me.

"I thought you went souvenir shopping?" I asked, as he sat down empty handed.

"I did. I just took everything back to our room so I wouldn't have to lug it around with me."

All of us girls felt stupid, as we sat there amid piles of Gucci bags and boxes. But then, he was always the smart one. He quickly broke the silence, as he saw the look on our faces.

"So, what did you guys buy?" he asked, trying to peek in the bags. That was all it took, and soon the girls were digging around, fishing out the stuff they could show without embarrassment. It seemed they had a problem showing him the crotch less panties, and lace bras, but he seemed to sense what they had hidden and didn't probe.

Something caught his eye as we sat there, and I could tell he was bothered by it.

"What is it, honey?" I whispered.

"It's probably nothing." he said calmly, keeping an eye towards the street. In the army he was in Special Ops, and could smell danger. I knew something was up, but didn't let on to the others. Tom was moving in his chair, just slightly, and my heart started beating faster. There was a commotion outside, and in an instant, Tom leaped across the table, knocking glasses and dishes off. Before any of us could react, a blinding flash filled the room, followed by a deafening roar. In just a few seconds, it was over, and people were running outside in panic. I looked back at the girls, who sat there in shock. Donna's leg was bleeding, and my arm was singed from the blast, otherwise we were OK.

"Wow, Tom, what just happened?" I asked, but he didn't answer. Now I panicked. "Tom! are you OK?" He lay there bleeding and semi conscious. Before I knew it, medics were there loading him onto a stretcher. As they put him in the ambulance, I told him I would be at the hospital as soon as I found the guys. He looked at me, and squeezed my hand.

"No, I'm sure they haven't finished the back nine yet." was all he could get out before the sedatives kicked in.

It turns out he spotted a suspicious looking guy pacing back and forth outside. He was a terrorist, who threw a bomb into the restaurant. The police cornered him and shot him, so we will never know exactly why he did it. All we know is that Tom risked his own life to save ours, as he threw himself between us and the bomb. Donna needed a couple of stitches, and I had a minor powder burn, but Tom was hit the hardest.

We just got back home, and Tom was flown directly to the army hospital, where he would stay for the next week and a half.

"I have good news, and I have bad news." the doctor said as we sat in his office. "The bad news is that Tom has lost his vision, and the use of his arms." I could feel the tears starting to well up, as I gripped the arms of the chair. "But the good news is that we think it is only temporary. Both maladies were caused by nerve damages in the brain, but they are the regenerative type, and we have already seen some progress."

They sent Tom home because he was stable, and getting restless in the hospital. I was given instructions on how to take care of him. Because his body is working so hard to regenerate itself, he would sweat a lot. I was to give him sponge baths often, but at the same time, I was to stimulate his muscles, to induce the healing process, and to prevent atrophy. The bandages could come off his head, but he still couldn't see. I spent the next few days round the clock with him, but he said I fussed too much. As I unpacked our stuff from the vacation, I found the bag of souvenirs he had bought. Wondering what he had found, I began pulling the stuff out. Each item was wrapped in a bag with someone's name on it. He had bought something for everyone in our party, except himself. That's when I made a decision. I marched upstairs to our bedroom, and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Tom, are you awake?" I asked quietly.

"Yes, in fact, I've slept too much already." He tried to sit up, but I pushed him back down.

"You are not to get up! Doctor's orders." I said, as I grabbed a wet washcloth and dabbed his forehead. "I need to get back to work." I told him.

"That's fine! I can do all right here by myself." He said.

"No, you can't. That's why I have arranged help for you while I'm gone." I pulled the sheet back, and dabbed the sweat from his well toned body. "And no arguments! It's already a done deal." I said, as I noticed his cock twitch when I wiped around it. That reminded me that I had to make another phone call. I covered him back up, gave him his medication, and slipped downstairs to use the phone in the kitchen.

"Yes, Dr. Drake please." Even though the meds should help him sleep, I spoke softly so he wouldn't hear me. "Hi Dr. Drake, this is Tom's wife...oh no, he seems to be doing fine...yes I am...but I was wondering...er...what about sex?...oh great!...thank you Dr....OK, I will...Ok, bye!" Now to start giving back to the man who had given everything.

"OK Tom, I'm off to work! Are you sure you're going to be OK?" I asked.

"Is it morning already? Yeah, yeah..go! I'll be fine!" he said. I gave him his meds, and left the room.

He awoke a few hours later to a cool washcloth being wiped across his face.

"Hey, how are you doing?" the soothing voice was so familiar, but it wasn't me.

"Uh...fine, I guess." he said hesitantly.

"It's me, Sally." she said as she worked her way down his neck.

"Uh...hi" Tom said, somewhat embarrassed, knowing he was naked under the thin sheet. It took him a moment to remember what she looked like, but soon the big brown eyes and soft curly hair appeared in his mind. He remembered how pretty she was, and how she filled those tight sweaters.

"OK, it's time to change this sheet, it's soaking wet!" she said as she started to pull it back.

"No! It's fine!" Tom shouted, not wanting his wife to find out her friend saw him naked.

"Your wife gave me specific orders, mister, so just relax." As if he had any choice in the matter, as she pulled it free of the bed. This was the first time she saw him naked, and trembled at the sight. "I think before we cover you back up, we'll just clean you up a little." she said softly as she picked the wash cloth back up. She worked her way down his chest and across his washboard stomach, stopping at the edge of his curly pubic hair. She then started at his ankles, and slowly worked her way up each leg, and finally raking her fingernails gently over his balls. His cock began to grow under her soft touch, and he quickly apologized.

"I was given strict orders to clean you up, inside and out!" she said as she wrapped her hand around his very erect shaft. Tom began to moan, then it hit him.

"Hey, I thought you were married?" he said, as she continued to pump.

"I am, but my husband knows where I'm at. But if it bothers you, I will stop." she said as she quickly ran her tongue over his throbbing member.

"Oh...I think...maybe...you should..." he couldn't finish his sentence as the warm wetness of her mouth overwhelmed him. It's been over three weeks since he had any sex, and now his balls were ready to burst. With a stifled grunt, he came hard, filling her mouth with more cum than she has ever experienced. What she couldn't contain behind her lips, streamed down his cock, matting his hairy balls and stomach. After a couple of quick swallows, she licked her way down his shaft, and lapped up every drop she had missed. Tom was sweating hard, but it was a good sweat. He needed that release, and fell into a restful slumber.

"Hey sleepy head! I'm home!" I said as I plopped onto the bed next to him.

"How was your day?" he asked, as he woke up.

"Fine, how was yours?" I asked, already knowing.

"It was OK." he said.

"Just OK? Didn't Sally take good care of you?" I asked as I tweaked his nipple through the sheet.

"Uh...do you know what she did?" he asked hesitantly.

"Hopefully she made you feel like a man again." I said, this time squeezing his cock.

"Oh did she!, but why didn't you do that?" he asked.

"Oh, don't worry, I will, but first the ladies wanted to show you their appreciation for what you did in France. That's why each will take turns throughout the week to take care of you."

"But, if I remember correctly, aren't two of them married?" he said, searching his memory banks.

"Yeah, we had dinner together the other night and discussed this after I handed out all the gifts you bought everybody. Even the guys almost cried when they saw how you thought of them over yourself. They were very supportive of their wives taking care of you in every aspect, and I promised I would take care of them in return, but not until you got your sight back. I know that is one of your fantasies, and that you would want to watch." Apparently the thought went through his mind, as the sheet quickly turned into a pup tent. "I take it that you are OK with this plan?" I asked, as I reached under the sheet and pumped his cock.

"Isn't it obvious?" he said, but moaned when I removed my hand. "You're not going to leave me like this, are you?" he asked desperately. I chuckled.

"I promised the girls they could have first shot at you." I said as I patted his head, and turned out the light.

The next morning, I kissed him, and told him I would see him that night, but the voyeur in me kept me home. It was Darcy's turn today, and I knew how sex starved she was. She didn't wait at all, as she tore back the sheet, and gave him a sloppy, slurpy blow job. He came before he even knew was on the other end of his cock.

"I hope that was OK." she said, licking fingers that haven't been cum covered in over a year.

"That was fantastic!...Darcy?" he said as he tried to catch his breathe. She beamed from ear to ear when she realized he remembered her name. It brought out the nympho in her.

"Yes! it's me, Darcy! Boy, I could do that all day!" she said as she gripped his muscular thigh.

"Oh man, so could I!" Tom said, as he turned his head from side to side.

"What is it?" Darcy asked.

"Oh wow, it was just a strange feeling, like we weren't alone." he said. Darcy's eyes opened wide as she glanced towards me, and I slipped quietly out of the room.

"Now, now, you just relax. I'll be back in a few to drain some more of that delicious cum from your balls." she said as she covered him with a cool sheet, and left the room. She came downstairs and turned the television on, as she walked to the kitchen.

"How did he know you were there?" she asked me, still wide eyed.

"I don't know, he has this sixth sense thing."

"Wow, he's amazing!" she whispered. "Is it all right if I fuck him?"

"Of course, just don't bounce too hard on him." She poured him a drink, and returned upstairs. Soon I could hear the sounds of bed springs, and snuck up to see. This time I was careful to just peak my head inside. Darcy had stripped naked and was straddling my husband, sliding up and down his cock. I never realized how big it was until now, as I watched it piston in and out of my girlfriends tight little pussy. She did most of the work, and bent over to push a nipple into his mouth. I know he was always impressed with her full rack, and probably was bummed that he couldn't grope them properly. They both came together, and she was covered with sweat, just like Tom. As she rolled off, much of the cum leaked out of her stretched little hole and dripped all over Tom. Without hesitation, she repositioned herself, and began to lick up the drippings, until he was clean. I slipped back downstairs before Tom could smell my wet pussy. Damn was that hot!

Down in the kitchen, Darcy hugged me. "That was incredible! Can I please have another day? Please, please please!" she said. We giggled, and I told her I would think about it. Of course I would, but I like to see her beg.

The next day was Becky's turn. Her husband wanted a video of the action, so she set the camcorder on the dresser as she went to work. She was amazed at the size of Tom's cock, apparently it was much bigger than her husband's penis. She started by giving him head, but she would gag each time she went down too far. The first time she got him off, it was a combination hand job and blow job, with the first spurt flying past her head. She managed to get her mouth around his blasting cock, and swallowed about half, rubbing the rest into his skin. Later that afternoon, they fucked, but she wasn't as wild as Darcy, preferring the slow, sensual movements.

Donna was the last, but definitely not the least. She always wanted to be different, and this time was no exception. She asked, in detail, what the others had done, and you could see the wheels turning behind those baby blue eyes of hers. She borrowed Becky's camcorder, and set it on the dresser.

"Hello?" Tom said, sensing someone in the room.

"Hi Tom, it's me, Donna. Do you remember me?" she asked as she immediately stripped out of her clothes and hit the button on the camera.

"Of course I remember you, how could I forget?" he said. Yes, how could he forget? Donna was a blue eyed blond, and built like a brick shit house. And now I could see one more thing that he would remember...her pussy was clean shaven. If she wasn't my friend, I would kick her ass for looking so good. She pulled the sheet off him to reveal his hardness, making it obvious he remembered her. She cooed as she crawled up the bed between his legs. The camera was placed so it would show her tight little ass sway back and forth as she lowered her lips to his cock. As she worked her lips downward, she moaned continuously, until her nose was pushing against his belly. I don't think he has ever been deep throated before, at least not by me, and the combination of her vibrating moans along with her throat constricting his cock, quickly took it's toll. I could see his feet shudder on either side of her crouching form, as she sucked every drop his balls could pump.

"That was absolutely incredible!" he managed to say as she slipped back off the bed.

"Oh, that was only the beginning!" she said, "But first I'm going to feed you lunch." She hit the "off" button on the camera, and headed downstairs.

Standing in the kitchen, still naked, she gathered some things to eat, while I sat at the table.

"That was incredible!" I said, trying not to stare at her perfect body.

"Thanks, but I'm doing this for you, after all, you are my best friend!" she said with a smile. I had to know, so I asked.

"Given the chance, would you do this again?"

"Only if you ask, and only if you are around to watch." That's what I wanted to hear. I stood up to hug her, and she kissed me. First it was an innocent kiss, but our mouths came together again, this time our lips slowly opening. Her little pink tongue was the first to venture out, first probing my lips, then snaking over my teeth to meet my tongue, as it headed for her mouth. My body tingled the entire time, and her eyes sparkled as she stepped back and smiled.

"Well, I better give him his lunch." she said, grabbing the tray, and exiting the kitchen. What the hell just happened? I just French kissed my best friend...and liked it. I'm not gay, never even thought of myself as bi, but this was different. It took a moment to come back to reality, and I had to go see what was going on, even if it was to just check out my friend.