HAVING ANNE by HillBilly Chapter 1 (MF, Mdom, reluc, wife, humil) *********************************************************** WARNING: This story is fiction and should be treated as such. The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, DO NOT read any further. If it is illegal in your location, DO NOT read it. This is a copyrighted work. Copyright by Hillbilly. Reposting or any other use of it is strictly prohibited without the express, written permission of the author, except that it may be posted as part of a review or posted to a free-access, noncommercial archive sites. DISCLAIMER: All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to anyone, either alive or dead, is purely coincidental. Please! Send me your comments! Email to hillbillywriter2@yahoo.com *********************************************************** Tom and I, and my 15 year old daughter Ryan, had just walked through the big double doors into the main lobby of the Tropicana Resort, on the west side of Jamaica. It was our first vacation as a family, three months since Tom and I married. It was late at night when we arrived. Tom's right arm was around my waist as we walked toward the desk, and his left arm hung around Ryan's neck. I swear I was thinking only of the sand and sun, my first drink, giving Ryan a vacation she'd remember -- and making love with my husband as often as we wanted, in one of the world's beautiful places, for the next 2 weeks. And then the world changed. It was after midnight and the lights in the lobby were low, except for the lamps on the reception desk. At the far end of the long counter I saw a a tanned, blonde, very young woman in a red, lightweight dress that ended somewhere in the middle of her smooth little thighs. She was facing me, leaning her upper body against a tall, muscled man considerably older than her. She stood with her feet a few inches apart. In the dim light I could see a lightweight gold chain dangling between her legs, hanging maybe two ionches below the skirt. I looked up from the chain to her face, and when our eyes contacted, she smiled. She held my gaze as our husbands checked in. Ryan was standing on the other side of Tom, who was occupied with a clerk, so I'm sure neither of them noticed the girl or the beautiful man she leaned against. The girl began to roll her hips just a little so that the chain danced in a small circle between her legs. Absentmindedly I compared her to myself. She was obviously younger and fresher, but my own body was still very lithe and slim. I could see why a man my age would pick the beautiful young woman, but a beautiful man could still pick me also, I thought. Not that Tom wasn't wonderful. But of course he wasn't -- well, he wasn't obviously a stud like the man at the other end of the counter. She closed her eyes for a moment. I felt my face flush, and I tried to resist but couldn't stop watching her. Her breasts swayed a little as she rocked, and I could see the outline of her nipples plainly. She was hypnotic. She opened her eyes again and smiled more broadly. Then she turned a little to whisper into the man's ear. He bent toward her to listen. I tried to focus on Tom's conversation with the clerk, but I watched the other couple from the corner of my eye. I saw them both look back at me. The man was about the same age as Tom and me, I think, in his thirties. His eyes were magnetic. The man spoke to the clerk helping him, pointed vaguely in our direction, put a finger over his lips and smiled. That clerk paused, shrugged, and took Tom's clerk toward the back of the room for a conversation. Tom and Ryan looked a little puzzled. "Wonder what that's about," said Tom to Ryan. I watched the man casually survey the room. There was nobody else around, and both Tom and Ryan were looking toward the clerks. The man rotated the girl back toward me, so that her little ass rested against him. He put his hands at her sides and lifted her skirt. He lifted it above her crotch and I saw that the chain attached to a ring that pierced her shaved pussy. He dropped the skirt as the clerks ended their discussion. In a moment he and the girl walked by us on their way out of the lobby. "Hi," said the girl as she passed. "Isn't it exciting to be in Jamaica?" Ryan smiled, and Tom said, "Sure, we'll see you around the pool." Neither Tom nor Ryan noticed the man's hand straying to brush against my thigh as he passed, lightly enough to seem accidental if anyone had noticed at all. I gripped Tom a little harder, didn't speak, and even managed to smile a little. We'd booked a small suite so Tom and I could be close to Ryan but still manage some privacy. But the suite the porter showed us was clearly more expensive than the one we'd requested. The rooms were large: there were 2 beautiful baths and a huge master bed. French doors in the back of both bedrooms led to a balcony looking over the ocean. "Wow," said Ryan. "This is a mistake," said Tom to the porter. "We didn't order this suite. Are we paying extra for this?" "Don't worry, Mr. Palmer," said the porter, a tall, slim black man, in that beautiful, funky Jamaican accent. "We didn't have your place ready, and this one was unoccupied. It's our pleasure to make it yours." Then he looked at me and winked. It was late and we were tired, and we certainly couldn't find a reason to argue. We stood on the balcony after he left, listening to the waves hit the beach. "Hello again," said a soft, masculine voice from our right. And there they were again. On the adjacent balcony, holding a wine bottle, just a short wrought iron railing between their suite and ours. "Wow," said Tom. "What a great coincidence." "I'm Ben Travers," said the man. "This is Nicole. I hope we'll be friends." Tom introduced us, and brought Ryan forward to shake hands. Ben and Nicole stepped over the railing to our side of the balcony. As Ryan murmered mutual greetings with Nicole, it struck me that those two were much nearer in age than Nicole and I. I thought Tom and I probably ought to do something to discourage my only daughter from making friends with a girl who wore a gold chain attached to a ring in her pussy. But neither Tom nor Ryan had noticed her jewelry in the lobby, and it was way too dark on the balcony to see much at all. I did see that Nicole wore the same dress, while Ben had changed into shorts and a sleeveless tee shirt. He was certainly broad in the shoulders, and he must have been at least six foot four. Tom talked a little golf with Ben, who allowed that he was pretty good. Tom had scheduled tee times for each of our first three days here, and for another four days in the two weeks after that. "We should play together," said Tom, acceptinging a glass of wine from Nicole. "Yes," said Ben. "Later in the week for sure. We have some other plans for the first few days." Ben and Nicole smiled at each other. Tom laughed and didn't notice Ben's glance toward me. "Sure," he said, putting his arm around me. "But there's time for golf and lots of other things besides." It was silly for him to pretend coyness for Ryan's sake, I thought: she stood there with a polite smile, understanding perfectly. "Anyway that's OK," said Tom, "but let's do set something up later." And in a few moments the conversation drifted away. Ryan yawned and excused herself, and I left too, to shower, leaving the three of them on the balcony. They were still out there chatting when I finished, fifteen minutes later, so I felt obliged to put a robe over my little nightgown and rejoin them. "Hey Anne," said Tom. "This is the third trip to the island for Ben and Nicole. You should let them show your around while I'm playing golf tomorrow." "We'd love that," said Nicole. She put her hand on my elbow affectionately but then in the dim light she ran her fingers down my arm and danced them over the back of my hand. And I knew that I had to stay away from these two. Maybe even I had to take some action to keep my family safe from them. But I also felt them drawing me in. I was -- what? Flattered a little. Excited. Away from home on an exotic island. A little hungry for attention, maybe. When Tom announced that he was going in to shower himself, he handed his glass to me. And left me alone outside with Ben and Nicole. The most surprising part of the interlude that followed was how quickly it started. Ben didn't wait to make sure Tom had time to strip and step into the shower, and he didn't glance toward Ryan's room to make sure she wasn't stepping back outside. He backed me up against the wall of our suite as Nicole watched. He put his left hand inside my robe and under my nightgown, lifting it up until his hand caressed my breast. He took a large drink of wine from the glass in his right hand and leaned in toward me. I felt his lips, closed, against mine. "Open your mouth, Anne," said Nicole. "Or he'll spill it all over you." So then I realized he hadn't swallowed the wine, and I did indeed part my lips. He lowered my head a little and I drank the wine from him. "Stop it," I said. I reached up to take his hand from my breast, and felt the strength of his arm. He laughed. "If you want me to let you go," he said in my ear, "you should probably speak above a whisper. So either scream, or drop your arm." God help me, somehow I couldn't scream. And somehow it seemed to me then that I really had only those two choices, so I did drop my arm. I was so scared that Ryan would hear us, or come out of her room and see us. Ben and Nicole both chuckled. "You're a very good girl," said Nicole. She took Ben's wine glass. His right hand ran along my side, from my breast to my thigh, then stopped over the elastic of my panties. "I don't like these. My good girls don't wear them." He kissed me again, and I let him explore my mouth with his tongue. Breathing deep into my ear, he whispered, "Do you think Tom will fuck you tonight?" I couldn't answer. So he took my nipple between the thumb and forefinger of his left hand. He twisted it hard enough to make me gasp. "Now. Do you think Tom will fuck you tonight?" "I don't know," I moaned. "You're a beautiful woman," said Ben. "On the other hand, he is tired." His fingers still held my nipple tight. "It was a long trip down here. But tell me this then -- do you want Tom to fuck you tonight?" He twisted a little to let me know that he wanted an answer. "I -- guess," I said. "Good girls speak in complete sentences," said Ben. He twisted harder. "You know what I want." "I guess I want Tom to fuck me," I said. "That's a good girl, and a good answer. If you want him to fuck you, then make it easy for him. Take off your panties." He twisted just a little bit again. "Better do it quick, or else Tom might come back out and then you would definitely end up doing it in front of all three of us." I put both thumbs in the waistband of my panties, and drew them down over my hips. They slid to the floor around my ankles. "Pick them up and hand them to Nicole," said Ben. He tweaked my nipple hard, then released it so that I could reach down. I handed my underwear to Nicole. She tossed the panties over the edge of the balcony, down onto the beach. I heard a rustling noise inside our suite, and knew that Tom was through with his shower and might return any minute. Ben reached between my legs. "Spread just a little so I can play with your pussy," he said. "Oh God," I groaned. I parted my legs eight inches or so. I knew I was wet. Ben rubbed my clit and I sagged against the wall, bending my legs. "So," Ben said, in my ear again, "we know who's going to fuck you tonight. You hope. But now tell me, Anne. Who's going to fuck you tomorrow?" He thrust his forefinger inside me and used his thumb to massage my clit. "While your husband's playing golf. Say it quick and you can still get yourself together before Tom gets out here." By now I was flexing my knees, trying to rub harder against his fingers. Trying to cum. I looked into Nicole's face, then down her body. She had lifted her skirt and was fingering the ring in her pussy. "I -- I think maybe you will fuck me tomorrow. While Tom plays golf." He took his finger away from me. "You are such an exceptionally good girl," he said. "I'll consider it, I promise." Then he brought his fingers to my lips. I smelled my sex on them. "Wash these for me," said Ben. And so I opened my mouth, and let him insert first his forefinger, then his thumb, and I sucked my own juice from each. Ben and Nicole stepped back over the railing. They were inside their own suites by the time Tom stepped outside. "Glad we met those two," said Tom. "You'll have some company while I'm playing golf." Inside, I drew down the sheets and lay on my side in the bed, drawing the nightgown up toward my waist. Tom came to bed in his underwear. He turned off the light and kissed me gently on my lips. He ran his hand affectionately over my side, but didn't even notice that I was bare under the nightgown. "What a long day," he said. And then he fell asleep.