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 Time-Share and Slut Wife-Share - Part 2 Breakfast Can Be Fulfilling



   I awoke groggy but nevertheless refreshed, the Florida sunshine in a
contest with the window drapes to light up my bedroom.  I reflected upon my
arrival the previous night and making "fast friends" with the resort
manager and his hot wife.  As I did so, my dick ached from its hardness,
making me wonder if it was from my lusty thoughts or my typical morning
"piss hardon." The discomfort didn't last long as I jumped out of bed and
quickly showered and shaved to ready myself for another day.  As I located
a pair of cut-offs and a t-shirt to put on, I toked through a bowl of my
mulch grade from my stash. It gave me a nice high in the morning, but not
so much that I felt like going back to bed.  What it did do was work up a
great appetite though!  The time-share condo that I was staying in had a
nice little kitchenette, but having just arrived the night before I had no
food to prepare.  No restaurant there either like regular motels or hotel
have.  I left my room and decided to drive to breakfast, since I really
wasn't sure where I was going to eat and didn't want to walk around all
morning hungry and buzzed.  As I headed down the beach highway through
Panama City Beach, the day was just getting into the swing of things.  The
sun was halfway up in the sky and the tourists were milling about, heading
to the beach and strolling past all the beach shops and attractions.  A
really diverse mix of people from families on vacation to cruising teens.
Not too many old fuck retirees here like further South in Florida.  That
was fine with me!  What really was catching my eye were all the fine little
lolitas in way too tiny bikinis.  My mind wandered into a lustful state
again as I contemplated their flawless, silken skin...what it must feel
like to the touch their fresh, innocent flesh. It is a terrible thing for a
man to hunger for food and sex both at once, so first things first!  I
quickly pulled into the large Holiday Inn Resort before I passed by it.  I
knew that they usually had at least one nice restaurant.  I quickly found
the main dining room which was still serving breakfast, and seated myself
at a small table along the window.  There were not too many others left in
the dining room at that time, since it was on the late side for breakfast
and too early for lunch yet.  The waitress quickly came to greet me and
serve coffee.  I didn't immediately take notice of her, since the uniforms
there were not particularly provocative, however I began to notice that she
had a cute, petite body hidden beneath that service uniform.  My waitress
Janey, as she had introduced herself, moved her perky little bod from table
to table serving the food and refilling coffee.  I became occupied with the
vision of her; barely five feet tall, bleached blond hair that touched her
shoulders, small breasted and petite body.  She appeared to be
thirty-something, but nevertheless very sexy indeed.  As she went about her
duties, she would occasionally catch me staring at her...returning an
impish grin, but not really flirting with me.  She was at least a pleasant
visual pastime during my meal. My daydreaming was interrupted by a family
entering the dining room, eventually settling at a table near me.  A
typical family...Dad approaching middle-age with the typical big belly and
balding head.  Mom was much easier to look at than Dad.  She was notably
younger than her husband and was very attractive in her light
sundress....effectively covering what promised to be a dynamite body.  The
kids....a boy about 14, and a girl perhaps 10 or 11.  I wondered how Mom
could be old enough to have children this old. They sat a table for four
with Dad facing toward the interior of the dining room, Mom to his left so
that she was facing toward me, then their son across the table from Dad,
and finally the daughter across from Mom.  This put the young girl facing
away from me, but I was actually able to get a great view of her sweet body
from my position.  She wore an oversized t-shirt over her little bikini, so
I could get a good look as her smooth, firm thighs extending under the
table. Mom and Dad were obviously arguing about what they were going to do
that day.  He wanted to go golfing and she wanted to go shopping.  The kids
weren't allowed much into the dialog, but it was clear that they wanted to
go to the beach.  I always wondered why the fuck families even try to take
vacations together.  They never want to go the same direction.  It was
becoming apparent that the conversation was becoming more heated as the
minutes passed.  Finally Dad declared his intentions to head to the golf
course, as Mom glared at him and the kids sat in silence. I gave the scene
a few minutes....making sure that Dad wasn't going to return.  Then I
decided to have a little fun.  As you know from Part One, I am an avid
exhibitionist.  This was perfect timing to see what I could develop.  I
like to wear cut-off jean shorts that are just long enough that my dick
doesn't show when I am walking around.  When I am seated, I can easily
control whether or not anything shows and how much.  My dick was already
half hard from idly gazing at the daughter's luscious thighs, so when I
casually relaxed my legs the show began.  The excitement in me built up and
so did my dick.  The only possible people that could view me were Wifey and
possibly my waitress Janey if she should return to my table.  I continued
to sip coffee and pretend to gaze out the window next to me.  I could still
keep an eye on Mom to see if she had noticed anything.  Soon I caught
occasional glances in my direction.  After a couple of minutes of this, I
made brief eye contact with her.  She quickly dropped her eyes and was soon
distracted by the waitress's return to refill their drinks.  Janey the
waitress then came to my table to refill my coffee.  I decided to make no
effort to cover myself.  Even though perhaps two inches of semi-hard cock
protruded from the bottom of my cut-offs, it could be explained as
accidental.  After all this was a beach resort and the casual dress that
prevailed lent itself to this kind of accidental exposure.  Janey made no
obvious notice of my condition, but seemed to have an extra sparkle in her
eye.  Mom got her purse and got up from her table and left the dining room
while Janey was refilling my drink.  This made me nervous for a moment
until she returned to her table and seated herself again as if nothing was
happening.  Her kids were obviously getting impatient to do something other
than waste the day away in a boring old restaurant.  Mom still holding her
purse in her lap, opened it up and gave each several bills.  I overheard
her telling them to go have fun in the video arcade across the street. 
When they tired of that, they could go to the beach, but to stay near the
hotel and be back to the room by four o'clock.  She told her son to make
sure to take care of his sister.  I watched her little girl get up from the
table and made no effort to hide the fact that I was leering at her sweet
body.  With the kids now gone Mom appeared to simply relax and sip on her
iced tea.  I knew better.  I made eye contact with her again, and she
returned a slow smile with a steady return gaze.  I slowly moved my hand
down to my lap and down my leg.  I drew up the leg of the short so that
more was exposed.  I had her full and willing attention.  She in turn
slowly opened her legs to reveal that she had removed her panties during
her brief trip to the restroom.  I must stop a moment to remind my readers
that people behave in ways that they would never dream of when they are
vacationing.  It is a time to not only relax and forget about your
responsibilities of job and family, but often a time to let go.  To explore
desires and fantasies that are buried from their consciousness in their
day-to-day lives. As a resident of Florida, I have long realized this
effect and take full advantage of it. So now, knowing that I had a closet
slut on my hands....I needed to take it to the next level.  This required a
little creative thought on my behalf.  I summoned Janie over to order a
dessert.  I engaged Janey in idle chitchat as I perused the menu.  All this
while I could noticed that Janie had a "hard" time keeping her attention on
the conversation.  I also observed the Wife looking on in amusement.  As I
continued to occupy Janie with my chatter, I "accidentally" pushed a spoon
off the edge of the table.  I feigned an apologetic look as Janey kneeled
down to retrieve the utensil from the carpet.  By now the Wife was into the
game too.  She jostled a chair at her table that drew Janey's eyes toward
her direction.  As Janey looked on, the Wife spread her legs wider to
expose her bare, shaven cunt to the flustered waitress.  Janey's eyes
locked onto the torrid view for a moment before regaining her composure and
raising up to a standing posture again. At this point I steered the
conversation with Janey to vacationers.  How they liked to party it up and
have fun...even sometimes do things that they could not do at home around
their friends and neighbors.  She began to understand where I was leading
her and smiled.  I then said, "Janey, would you do me a big favor?" "What
would that be, sir?" She replied.  "First of all, don't call me 'Sir'.  The
name is Bob, Janie please call me Bob." I replied.  As Janie smiled in
agreement.  "First of all, I guess by now that you understand that the lady
over there and I have getting to know one another in a rather special way."
She nodded acknowledgement.  I continued, "I want you to take this and go
to the cocktail lounge next door." Handing her a half-dozen $20 bills.  "I
know that the lounge doesn't open until late afternoon, but they probably
have a few cleaning staff in there.  Give one of these to each of the
people in there and tell them to take a break for an hour or so, and to
keep quiet about anything they might see.  Keep the rest for yourself. 
When you have finished, return here and invite my new lady friend to join
me in the cocktail lounge, OK?" Janey's eyes were as big as saucers, and
she was positively bubbling with excitement as she took the cash from my
hand.  She went off like a spy on a mission, disappearing from the dining
room.  By this time, the dining room had really cleared out, with only a
handful of people spread at a few places in the huge room.  I looked over
at Wife and winked at her as we exchanged smiles.  I reached down to my
shorts and pulled the left leg up until my stiff dick was completely
exposed to the balls and stroked up on it to the head.  As the drops of
precum poured onto the head of my dick, I enveloped them and began to
stroke my lubed dick with abandon.  Wife was mesmerized by the sight and
emitted an audible moan, as she reached under her sundress in an attempt to
quell her own passion.  I knew then that I had her for sure!  We continued
our Jack and Jill play until I saw Janey return to the dining room.  I
quickly "recovered" myself and returned a reassuring smile to Wife.  It was
time for me to leave. As I entered the cocktail lounge, I could see that
Janey had done her work thoroughly.  No one in sight as I stood alone in
the huge room with a long rattan bar and dozens of umbrella tables.  Beyond
the waterfall were a couple of lounge areas with heavy sofas and lounge
chairs.  The only sound was of bubbling water from an indoor waterfall
beyond the dance floor.  As I waited, I went behind the bar and searched
the coolers for a beer.  I popped open the cold beer and perched on a stool
to wait.  I could feel the precum wetting the hair on my leg.  The slippery
head of my throbbing dick against my thigh. I heard the heavy door of the
cocktail lounge creak open, and there was Wife.  After spotting me she
flashed a million dollar smile and slowly but deliberately walked to me. As
she stood before me, I could tell that she was hot enough to burst into
flames at any moment, but a little nervous too.  She wasn't used to letting
go and being a bad girl.  Always the loyal Wife and soccer Mom.  But now
was her moment to grab hold of her darkest desires.  To take them from
fantasy to reality.  The silence was killing her and she seemed frozen like
a deer in headlights, so I spoke.  "I am so glad that you came.  Would you
like a drink?" She smiled and said, "That beer looks good, may I have one
too?" I grabbed another beer from the cooler behind the bar, retrieved mine
from the counter and walked over to the lounge area, placing the drinks on
the coffee table in front of one of the sofas.  Wife had followed me
closely, and as I turned I nearly bumped into her.  She seemed to go
off-balance for a moment, so I reached out to her arm to steady her.  My
hand slid slowly down the soft flesh of her arm to gently hold her hand.  I
smiled and said, "My name is Bob.  Please, let's sit and talk - get to know
one another, OK?" "Yes, let's sit down...please," Wifey's legs were wobbly
with her nervousness.  "It's such a pleasure to meet you Bob.  My name is
Melissa, but please call me Missy.  That's what my friends call me, and I
know we are going to be great friends Bob." Missy's eyes were sparkling
with excitement and smoldering with passion.  "Yes we are Missy, going to
become great friends!  It's apparent to me that you are not the average
housewife, which is just fine with me.  I want to know more about you
though.  Tell me about what makes a lovely, married woman spread her legs
to a stranger in public and in the presence of her own children." Missy
became a bit flustered and blushed at my direct reference to her exposure
in the dining room.  Slowly, she began to unravel the mystery behind her
life.  "It is obvious that my husband Larry is much older that myself.  He
is 43 and I am only 24.  The children with us this morning are Larry's.  He
was widowed about six years ago under very unusual circumstances.  His
first wife began to notice that Larry was spending a little too much time
each night tucking in his son David.  Turns out that Larry had been
molesting his son for years.  Of course his wife freaked out and sought an
attorney to handle the divorce.  The attorney she happened to choose to
represent her was my Father.  My Dad is a widower, having lost Mom in an
auto accident when I was a twelve year old.  What no one else knew though
was that Dad and I had grown intimate in the years following Mom's death. I
had basically replaced Mom in his bed since I was fourteen.  Needless to
say, Dad has a rather liberal attitude about parental incest, so he took
the details of this divorce case in stride.  Larry's Wife was just the
opposite.  She buckled under the pressure of it all, and overdosed on pills
before the divorce was even filed.  But not before revealing to my Dad all
the smutty details of Larry's molestation of David.  In order to document
his client's problem, Dad had his investigator make surveillance videos of
a couple of encounters between Larry and David.  Larry's real estate
development company had made him a very wealthy man, and my Dad chose to
use the intimate knowledge of Larry's family life to his advantage." Missy
continued, "I guess I became the pawn in the game, but I have a great life
now.  Dad summoned Larry to his office and laid all the facts and
consequences on the table.  It was a no-brainer for Larry.  He was to marry
me and turn over all financial control of his company to my Dad and myself.
If he refused.....well do I have to explain that?" I reflected upon this
astonishing story that Missy had just revealed to me.  I began to speak for
the first time in several minutes.  "Why would your Father surrender his
beloved daughter to a certifiable perv just to seal a business deal?" "Dad
got everything he wanted and I did too." Missy continued, "Dad loves me
dearly, but we both knew that the path we had chosen after Mom's death had
basically turned me into a little slut.  Beautiful, sweet, intelligent, and
socially refined...but nevertheless a slut.  Like any parent, Dad wanted
his little girl to have all the material advantages and happiness possible
out of life.  He knew that I would not ever be happy as the typical,
monogamous housewife.  But I wanted all the stability, comfort, and
respectability that comes with a conventional marriage.  I allow Larry to
run the household so to speak.  But when it comes to my sexual activities,
I am free to pursue whatever I desire.  If there is any serious
disagreement between Larry and myself, I only need remind him that his
sordid history could still send him to prison.  It helps that I overlook
his ongoing activity with David.  Dad takes a nice, fat consulting fee off
the top of Larry's business activity, so everyone is happy." I shook my
head in wonderment at the story just unfolded before me.  I was also
sexually charged from hearing this tale of a dysfunctional family, and had
begun to unconsciously stroke my rock-hard prick snaking out of my
cut-offs. Missy noticed my condition and began to slowly unbutton her
sundress, revealing her luscious body to me.  "It looks like you don't have
a problem with what I have told you about my crazy family." "Not at all," I
replied.  Missy's tits were now falling out of the dress as she continued
to unbutton it, revealing what appeared to be bloated D cups with fat,
puffy nipples.  I quickly stood and stripped my t-shirt and cut-offs.  I
returned to the sofa facing Missy on my knees and began to rub my throbbing
pecker between those fabulous tits.  "My only question for you now Missy.
How much of a slut are you?  How far do you want to go?" Missy replied,
"Larry and I agreed years ago that we would maintain an element of
restraint and discretion for the sake of our personal and professional
reputation.  We also agreed that anything goes when we are away from home."
I began to rub my hardon over Missy's neck and face.  "Those beers are
really going though me, I really gotta take a piss!" Missy scooted down
into the sofa and said, "So, what's your point?" Then laid her head back
and opened her mouth wide.  I thought, 'What a fuckin' slut!' I then let
loose with a stream of warm, golden liquid.  The piss flowed onto her face,
drenching her dress, her hair, and the sofa.  Missy raised her head and
engulfed my pecker and gulped the remaining spurts of my urine.  What I
hadn't realized was that Missy had been furiously finger fucking her
dripping snatch.  After swallowing the last drops of my piss, she let loose
with a shudder and cried out in her own release.  So loud in fact that I
was worried that someone may have heard.  Missy was oblivious however and
soon started to milk the head of my dick back between her sweet lips. At
that point, my fears were realized, as the door to the lounge creaked open.
In the low light of the closed lounge, all I could discern was a small
figure step through the door. "Mommy?" I froze in place, like a deer caught
in the headlights of a car.  Missy turned and looked toward the door, "Yes
dear, where is David?" The little girl's voice replied, "He went to the
beach Mommy, I didn't want to go.  I heard you crying....are you ok Mommy?"
Yes honey, I'm just fine, Missy replied, "Come here, I want you to meet a
new friend of mine." At this point, I was about to shit a brick as the old
saying goes.  I couldn't believe that Missy was inviting this little girl
over to meet me.  Missy is splayed on the sofa with her dress open, soaked
in piss, with a nude man rubbing his stiff dick on her.  As the little girl
neared the sofa, I confirmed that it was indeed Missy's stepdaughter. 
Missy introduced us, "Tish I want you to meet our new friend Bob.  Bob this
is my daughter Tish." I was still freakin' as Tish walked to the backside
of the sofa so that she faced me.  The sweet little girl just gazed into my
eyes and said, "It's nice to meet you sir." Missy spoke up, "Now greet him
properly Tish." Tish stepped closer and melted into my arms as we kissed
deeply on the mouth.  Missy then resumed her cocksucking in earnest.  I
continued to explore this little vixen's tiny, warm, wet mouth with my
tongue...suck on her soft lips.....and lick her face.  My hands were busy
exploring her budding flesh under the baggy t-shirt.  Tish's hands were
busy at the base of my dick as it sawed in and out of her Mom's mouth. I
couldn't take much more of this and exploded into Missy's mouth.  I fell
sideways onto the sofa and relaxed in the sublime feelings of my orgasm and
this bizarre tryst.  My eyes were closed as I heard Missy instruct Tish, "
Now clean me properly honey." I squinted in the dim light to see the little
girl licking her Mom's face and breasts of the cum and piss that I had so
recently released.  When Tish had completed her task, I heard Missy, "Now
clean up Bob too sweetie." Oh lord, sweet Jesus!  I felt her wet, velvet
tongue clean the dripping goo from from my balls and asshole.  She then
continued up the shaft, carefully completing her task.  "Did I do good,
Sir?" Tish inquired.  "Yes dear, you are just perfect!" I whispered, "and
call me Uncle Bob." The little waif snuggled up to me and breathed into my
ear, "You're going to be the BEST uncle ever!" As we continued our revelry,
no one noticed the person who was now standing in a dark corner of the
lounge near the entrance.  Someone else must have heard Missy cries from
her orgasm.  Now someone else also knew of the secret, forbidden acts with
this little girl.

   To be continued in Part Three.