As
the long passenger train chugged through the darkness on its way to the Canadian
Rockies, two men sat alone in the observation car. The older of the two took
occasional sips from a glass of warm rose, while the younger nursed a nearly
full glass of beer. Like spectators at a tennis match, they shifted their gaze
back and forth between the moon drenched plains of Manitoba outside and the
lonely scene inside. Finally, the older man directed his eyes firmly on his
companion. “It sure is quiet out there,” he declared, but without much
conviction.
The younger man straightened up a little in his lounge chair.
“Yeah,” he said. “Not too many people in this part of Canada.”
The older man leaned a little forward. “Are you going all the
way to Vancouver?”
The younger man regarded the only other occupant of the car with
slight suspicion. “Eventually,” he replied after a few seconds.
“We’re going to stop off in Banff.”
The older man nodded. “So are we,” he said. “We’re going to
spend a few days at the International Hotel.”
“So are we,” the other man declared, a little surprised.
“Small world, I guess. My wife Karen and I are on what you might
call a second honeymoon. Our anniversary was last week.”
“How long have you been married?”
The older man thought for a second. “Twenty years,” he said.
“Congratulations,” the younger man said.
“What about you? I saw you earlier in the dining car...was that
your wife?”
The younger man nodded. “Yes,” he replied. “I guess you might
say we’re on our first honeymoon.”
His companion smiled. “You just get married?”
“No,” the other said. “Actually we got married two years ago.
But we weren’t able to take a honeymoon then.”
The older man nodded knowingly. “Yeah, I know what that’s like.
It can be rough when you’re young and have no money.”
“It wasn’t that so much,” the younger man said. “I was in the
military at the time and we got a call up just after the
wedding.”
“Oh, man, that is rough,” the older man exclaimed. “What branch
of the military were you in?”
“The marines.”
“Oh, yeah?” the older man said, excitement mounting in his
voice. “I was in the marines for four years. Of course, that was
a long time ago. But, Semper fi, anyway. I made it to corporal
in the MPs. What about you?”
“I
went in as an officer right after college. I made it to first
lieutenant.”
“Wow, an officer,” the other exclaimed. “Seems like I should
salute you or something.”
The younger man laughed. “Well, we’re both civilians now, aren’t
we?”
“Yeah...and to tell you the truth, I don’t miss the Corps at
all. What about you?”
“Sometimes,” the other said. “I had a pretty good administrative
job. But I guess if I’d really loved it so much, I would have
gone career.”
The older man took another sip of his wine. “Did you guys get a
compartment or are you stuck in coach?”
“Hey, we went first class all the way,” his companion said. “I
figured Sarah deserved it for putting up with me.”
The older man fixed his companion with his sharp eyes. “Well, if
you have a compartment and this is supposed to be your
honeymoon...why are you sitting in the lounge at one in the
morning...if you know what I mean.” The younger man looked at
him and scowled. The older man held up his hands and laughed
again. “Okay, okay...none of my business...I’m sorry, man.”
His companion softened his expression. “No...it’s okay,” he
said. “Sarah said she was tired and wanted to go to bed. I guess
I wasn’t tired...that’s all. What about you? Why are you in
here?”
“Fair enough. Karen was tired too, I guess. She’s been tired a
lot lately.”
“Has she been sick?”
“Not really...” He stopped and stood up. “Look, if we’re going
to get personal...and it appears that both of us may have a
story to tell...perhaps we should at least introduce ourselves.
I’m Jordan Kipinski, security consultant from Rochester, New
York.” He extended his right hand toward his companion.
The other took the hand with his own and shook it. “I’m Adam
Campbell. I’m an accountant in Erie, Pennsylvania.” Both men sat
down.
“Okay, Adam,” Kipinski began, “what’s your story. From my
vantage point, I could see that your wife was a damn good
looking young woman...if you don’t mind me saying so.”
Campbell smiled. “I don’t know,” he said wistfully. “I think
Sarah’s getting bored with me...needs a little excitement, I
guess. That’s why we went on this trip. But...it’s not working
out the way either of us hoped.”
“Yeah...I heard that, buddy,” Kipinski said. “It doesn’t get
much better after twenty years, let me tell you.”
“Well, that’s not very encouraging,” Campbell said. “Certainly
doesn’t give me much to look forward to.”
“Who can figure the mind of a woman,” Kipinski retorted. “For
twenty years we’ve been faithful to each other. But now...well,
she’s starting to watch those young actors in the movies...you
know, guys like Ethan Hawke, Russel Crowe. Sometimes, I worry
I’m getting too old for her.”
Campbell’s eyes widened. “That’s funny,” he said without
smiling. “Sarah’s been just the opposite. She’s got this thing
for older actors...you know, like Michael Douglas or Mel Gibson.
She never misses any of their movies. But you know what...I
think it’s more of their take charge attitude than their age. In
fact, I think she was more responsive to me when I was a marine,
even though she complained all the time about the dinky
apartment we had and how little money I made.”
Kipinski leaned forward again; his rate of breathing had
increased slightly. “You know, I noticed the same thing about
Karen,” he said. Then he lapsed into silence and seemed to
ponder something for a long time. Finally, he shifted his
position in his chair and swallowed the last of his wine. “You
know, it’s kind of ironic. I mean, we’ve both got the same kind
of problem...only in reverse. Look, your wife seems to be
interested in older, more assertive men, while my wife is
looking at younger men.”
Campbell nodded. “Yeah...strange, isn’t it?”
“Well, maybe...we can do something about it.”
“What do you mean?”
“Okay...hear me out and don’t get mad. I mean, here we are - two
guys with beautiful and sexy wives. We’re both supposed to be on
some kind of romantic trip to spice up our marriages. But our
wives are asleep in our compartments and we’re sitting in the
lounge talking to each other. Obviously, there’s some kind of
problem, right?” Campbell nodded, eyeing his companion with a
mixture of interest and suspicion. Kipinski coughed once and
resumed, “Maybe, maybe we could sort of arrange to put a little
excitement in their lives and see what happens.”
“What are you talking about, Jordan?” Campbell questioned.
“Let me ask you something...you said your wife might prefer
older, more assertive men...right?” Campbell said nothing.
“Well, anyway...have you ever...well, have you ever spanked your
wife?”
Campbell flushed and stood up. “Are you kidding?” he said
angrily. “What are you...some kind of pervert?”
Kipinski held up his hands. “Okay, okay...perhaps that was kind
of a stupid question,” he said. “But think about it. I’ve never
spanked Karen either...even though she asked me to a couple of
times...I always thought the whole idea of it was too bizarre to
even consider. But...but what if we were wrong. Maybe that’s
what our wives really want.”
Campbell relaxed a little and sat back down. “You know, Sarah
asked me to spank her once right after we were first married.
But I just blew it off...I never thought she was serious...and,
well, quite frankly, she never really gave me any kind of reason
to do it.”
Kipinski thought for a few moments, his slightly red eyes wide
with excitement. “I have an idea,” he declared suddenly. “What
if...when we get to the hotel, you sort of, you know, come on to
my wife. I think she would respond...I mean, you’re young and
pretty good looking. At the same time, I could sort of come on
to your wife. You said yourself that she seemed to be attracted
to older guys.”
Campbell started to say something, then stopped himself and
seemed to ponder his companion’s words. “Okay...let’s say you’re
right and our wives do respond, just like you said. Then what?
Are you suggesting that we...you know, sleep with each other’s
wives...I don’t honestly know if I could do that - or that I
would like it much if you did.”
“That would be a problem, wouldn’t it?” Kipinski agreed. “But
I’m not suggesting that it go that far. What I suggest is that
we kind of get cozy with the other guy’s wife and then at the
last minute, we enter the scene, send the other guy on his way,
and admonish our wives for almost becoming unfaithful. Maybe
that would give both of us the excuse we need to finally take
our wives across our knees and spank them, just like it appears
they want.”
“You know, you’re a strange guy, Jordan.”
Kipinski laughed. “Maybe...but you know I’m right, don’t you?”
Campbell nodded. “All right...but we should come up with some
kind of plan before we do anything.”
“Sure, Lieutenant Campbell,” Kipinski said, flashing his
companion a mock salute.
For the next thirty minutes or so, the two ex-marines put their
heads together and mapped out several different strategies for
how each would come on to the other’s wife. The trick would be
to ensure that both wives were alone for extended periods of
time in some part of the hotel. Then, both husbands would have
to arrange to be where the other man’s wife was. It would be
complicated and risky. However, both men agreed that it would be
worth the risk in order to save their marriages and to please
their wives. Finally, after they agreed to both a primary plan
and a back up, the two men shook hands and returned to their own
compartments, where their wives lay sleeping, totally ignorant
of what was about to transpire.
Late the next afternoon, the train arrived in Banff and
discharged a dozen or so passengers who wanted to take in the
view and enjoy the many amenities available in this resort town.
Among these were Jordan and Karen Kipinski and Adam and Sarah
Campbell, although neither couple interacted with the other. In
the evening, both couples casually strolled through the lobby
and surrounding walkways of the massive hotel. The two husbands
said nothing to each other; however, both were studying the
other’s wife.
The next morning after breakfast, the two ex-marines initiated
the first phase of their plan, which they had dubbed ‘operation
new justice.’ The day was shaping up to be truly magnificent,
with a brilliant sun climbing a crystal blue sky. The
temperature was about 75 degrees. Karen Kipinski, as her husband
had expected, wanted to take a bicycle tour of the area.
However, Jordan informed her that morning that his back was
bothering him from the rough accomodations provided by the
train. Thus, he proposed to stay near the pool and rest his back
in the hot tub.
On
the other hand, Sarah Campbell proposed to spend the morning
tanning by the pool and swimming laps occasionally. However, her
husband said he wanted to get a bicycle and work the ‘kinks out
of his legs’ on one of the many trails. Thus, by mid-morning,
Sarah was laying in a lounger by the pool with Jordan only a few
feet away, while Karen was exploring the mountain trails with
Adam not too far behind.
The plan was brilliant and the two ex-marines executed it
perfectly. By that afternoon, Karen and Adam were riding
together on the trail, laughing and talking about anything. At
the same time, Sarah and Jordan were sitting side by side by the
pool, soaking up the last of the sun and enjoying a bottle of
wine. It was obvious that Jordan had been correct in his
determination that each wife would be attracted to the other’s
husband.
The following morning, both wives seemed relieved when their
husbands declared that they were unable to join them in their
proposed day’s activity. Karen spent the entire day with her new
friend, hiking several miles over the rough trails around the
hotel. For part of the way, they even held hands. When they
returned to the hotel, they enjoyed a quick, innocent kiss.
On
the other hand, Sarah and Jordan spent the day at poolside,
alternating between the outdoor pool and the hot tub. They too
sat closer and closer together as the day wore on. When Jordan
rested his hand on her thigh during their last dip in the hot
tub, Sarah instinctively parted her legs to give him better
access. Thus, by the evening of the second day at the hotel, it
was time for the two husbands to initiate phase two of their
plan.
That evening, in the Kipinski hotel room, Jordan waited for his
wife to get out of the shower. When she emerged from the
bathroom, her trim body wrapped in a thick towel, he studied
her, unconsciously licking his lips. He became so overcome with
lust that he nearly forgot the plan. Then he caught himself,
remembering the mission and what needed to be accomplished. He
sat forward in his chair near the window. “How was your hike
today?” he asked a bit cooly.
Karen regarded her husband and flushed a little. It was then he
knew he had her where he wanted her. “Well...it was nice. You
should’ve come along.”
He
shook his head. “I don’t think so,” he said. “It looked to me
like you had all the companionship you needed.”
She flushed again and lowered her eyes. “What...do you mean?”
she asked with a nervous edge in her voice.
“Who was that other guy, anyway?” he asked.
She fidgeted slightly. “Oh...nobody...just someone I met on the
trail.”
He
pounced. “If he was nobody, then why did you kiss him? What did
you do on the trail anyway?”
Now she trembled a little. “Oh...I...I...”
He
didn’t let her finish. “I see,” he started with as much sterness
in his voice as he could muster. “I agree to this romantic
vacation, but you prefer to spend time with some other man than
with your own husband. Is that the way it is, Karen?”
“No, honey, that’s not it at all...you don’t understand,” she
stammered.
“Yes, I do,” he said. “Well, if you want to be with that other
guy so much, maybe you should go to him. However...I think you
deserve a...good, sound spanking for what you’re doing. What do
you think?” He was trying desperately to disguise his anxious
breathing.
Karen raised her eyes; a small smile curled the corners of her
full lips. “Well, I hardly think...” she began somewhat
indignantly. Then she stopped and gathered her breath. “All
right,” she said. “If it will settle things between us. But
frankly, I don’t think you’ve got the nerve.” She glared at him.
Now it was Jordan’s turn to flush. He stood up. “We’ll see who’s
got the nerve,” he squeaked. He crossed over in front of her and
sat down on the king size bed. “Take off that towel and get
across my lap. Take what’s coming to you.” She didn’t move. He
reached out, grabbed her hand, and pulled her toward him. “I’m
serious, Karen,” he said.
Karen Kipinski unhitched the towel and let it drop to the floor,
exposing her full naked body, lush with dark pubic hair. Her
husband once again licked his lips and pulled her down. She
landed across his lap with a thud. He steeled himself, trying to
get into the role he had assigned himself. Her fleshy bottom
winked up at him and he just knew that he had to spank it, to
turn it a deep red and see what happens. He raised his hand high
over his head and brought it down as hard as he could across the
middle of her right cheek. The sound of the slap resounded
through the room. She recoiled and flinched. “I think you’ve
been asking for this for a long time...and now you’re going to
get it...all of it.” These were the last words he spoke, as he
raised his hand again and brought it down again. She gasped but
didn’t try to move away.
With the initial shock passed, Jordan settled into a steady
rhythm. He felt that he had twenty years to make up for in a
single session. Besides, he really was angry. Even though he had
helped to set this up, she actually had responded to the
advances of the young and virile Adam Campbell. Now he was going
to let her have it...all of it. Like a machine, he pounded her
bottom, landing a hard stroke at the rate of one per second
until she began to squirm and cry, great tears running down her
red face, soaking the bedspread. And still he spanked her, again
and again and again, the face of his ex-marine companion firmly
etched in his mind. “Jordan...please stop,” she extolled after a
couple of minutes of steady spanking. He ignored her and kept on
with the administration of pain. She raised her head and tried
to look at him through a veil of tears.
“Jordan...please...stop...I’m sorry...” she pleaded.
He
stopped and rested his hand on her warm and crimson flesh. “Are
you ever going to look at another guy again?” he asked, not
quite grasping the absurdity of the question.
“No...I promise...” she said quickly, her face clenched with
pain.
He
smiled and lifted his hand. However, before he could let her up,
he just had to issue five more quick, hard slaps. She lowered
her head again, fresh tears filling her blue eyes. Finally, he
stopped and studied her bottom, now nothing more than a cauldron
of bruised flesh. “Have you had enough, Karen?” he demanded.
“Yes...please, no more, honey...no more...I’ll do anything you
ask,” she said quickly.
“And did you deserve this spanking?”
“Yes...oh, yes,” she replied.
“All right,” he said. He lifted his knees and displaced her onto
the floor. He gazed at her and suddenly felt his penis straining
against the front of his pants. “Get up on all fours. I’m going
to fuck you doggy style.”
Karen wiped the tears from her eyes and immediately complied
with his request. In the twenty years they had been married, he
had never used the word fuck in her presence. Now, his bluntness
seemed to excite her. A few seconds later, he tore off his pants
and briefs, got down on the floor, and, without any foreplay,
thrust his big tool deep inside her. He was somewhat surprised
at how wet she was. Maybe this is what she has wanted all along,
he told himself just before unleashing a deep piston-like
thrusting that left them both breathless with orgasmic fury.
After he shot his heavy load deep within her, the long time
married couple slumped to the floor and gently stroked each
other’s body.
While this was going on, a similar scene was playing itself out
in the room of Adam and Sarah Campbell. He confronted her with
his suspicions of a sexual liason between his wife and the older
man and demanded satisfaction in the form of a sound spanking.
He was greatly surprised when she agreed, muttering to himself
how right his older companion had been. Nonetheless, within
minutes of the initial confrontation, Sarah was naked and
writhing across her husband’s lap, enduring his simulated wrath
as he pounded her tender flesh with his solid right hand,
reducing her to a quivering mass of pain and repentance in a
matter of minutes. Then, he was further surprised that after the
spanking was complete, she turned into a wild woman, tearing his
clothes off and jumping on top of him in bed. She had no less
than three orgasms before he came, filling her up with as much
semen as he could pump.
The next morning, both couples entered the dining room at the
same time for breakfast and were among the last to be served
because it was so late. And although they didn’t speak to one
another, both men were pleased and amused as they watched the
other’s wife struggle to find a comfortable sitting position.
They smiled at each other knowingly. On the other hand, both
wives looked surprisingly happy and contented. Later that day,
Karen and Jordan Kipinski went for a long hike in the woods,
stopping once to make love under a huge fir tree about a hundred
feet off the trail.
Likewise, Adam and Sarah Campbell spent most of the day around
the pool. Adam was somewhat amused when Sarah found that she had
to buy another swimsuit in the boutique because the ones she had
brought didn’t cover her bottom enough to conceal his handiwork.
They also stole away to their room twice during the long
afternoon to grope at each other’s body.
When the train arrived the next day, both wives were sore but
happy. Both men were equally happy. On the return trip to
Ontario, neither spent any time in the lounge.
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