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VACATION DOESN'T COUNT
Last year, I was recruited by a large international company
based in London. The package that they offered me was too good to
turn down, and one of the most pleasant perquisites was a working
tour of the first-class resorts it owned and managed. My wife,
Sondra, was thrilled at the prospect and we lined up her parents to
watch the kids for the five week trip.
Sondra and I have been married for fourteen years and have three
kids, Jessica (12), Todd (9), and Mike (6). We are both 34 and
fight the battle against aging with Sondra winning in spectacular
fashion. At 5'4" Sondra carries a hard, firm body with beautiful
legs, a tight ass, slim waist and absolutely marvelous, large,
high, round breasts on a perfect 108 pound frame. Always the
perfect "lady," bordering on "prim and proper," I was looking
forward to seeing her in the tiny bikinis and revealing one-piece
bathing suits she had purchased for our trip. I had especially
enjoyed closely examining the results of her major "bikini-wax"
treatment, that left only a short, narrow "Mohawk" of auburn hair
around her pouty, pink pussylips. ......
The first leg of our tour took us to the Caribbean for stops on
several islands. Our first accommodation was in a beautiful beach
cottage, with all the luxuries one could ask for. My duties were
light, consisting of being introduced to the management staff and
attending a few business meetings, and Sondra spent her free time
sunning and shopping.
On the third day, I returned to the cottage after a meeting to
find Sondra putting on quite an erotic show for four college guys,
18 or 19 years old, who were on Spring Break and staying at the
cottage next to ours.
I had entered the house from the front (which was the second
story in the back) and, as I was removing my jacket and tie I
looked out the glass doors to the deck to see a sight that froze me
in my tracks. To my utter surprise and disbelief, my normally
somewhat prudish wife was lying on the chaise lounge, sunbathing in
the nude. Even more erotic, was the fact that from my high vantage
point, I could see four boys avidly staring through the separating
fence at my wife's lush, fleshy charms. What I didn't know, but
soon found out, was that Sondra was well aware of her audience.
Immediately aroused, I faded back out of obvious sight to watch.
Soon, Sondra sat up in the chaise, facing the boys, and began to
smooth suntan lotion on her naked body. She glistened in the sun
from the oil, and I watched her slowly rub the stuff all over her
large breasts and hard nipples, down over her flat stomach and on
to and between her thighs. Over the next hour, Sondra turned
several times, making sure her audience saw all of her, and once
more rubbed her chest with the lucky oil.
My cock had been rock hard for the hour, and now I started to
lightly caress it. I think it was only peer pressure keeping the
boys from doing the same.
Finally, Sondra stood and stretched, and then turned her back to
the boys and bent at the waist to pick up her towel, giving them
the perfect shot of her pussy and anus. She walked over to the
outside shower and began the most sensuous shower imaginable,
lathering up her magnificent body and caressing her nipples and
cunt.
As she dried herself, I zipped up and ran downstairs in time to
meet her as she entered the cottage. She was obviously surprised
to see me home and immediately looked guilty. I took her into my
arms and told her I had enjoyed her cock-teasing performance on the
patio. She blushed and looked down. The lump was obvious in my
pants.
"Justin, will you please fuck me? Right now?"
We fucked there, on the floor, with Sondra getting lost in her
intense orgasm, and me blowing the biggest wad of cum I had ever
shot into her hot, wet cunt.
Afterwards, both of us soaking in the hottub, Sondra apologized
for exposing herself to the boys and told me how ashamed she was.
I asked her if she was really ashamed, or just embarrassed because
I had caught her. She coyly admitted that the latter was true and
went on to admit that, other than actually making love with me, she
had never been more sexually excited in her life. I told her the
sight of her naked and fondling herself in front of other men had
made me as hot as I had ever been, and I enjoyed watching her
finally beginning to let go of her strong inhibitions.
And then I said the crucial words that changed our marriage,
"Besides, Dear, we're on vacation, and what happens on vacation
doesn't count when you get back to the `real world.'" ......
That night, after dinner, Sondra and I were cruising the main
shopping and nightclub strip and went into a beer joint advertising
a wet T-shirt contest to draw in all the college guys on break.
The place was packed and too loud to talk, and the emcee was
working the crowd, trying to get the girls up on stage and into
t-shirts. When he spotted Sondra, all cleavage in her halter-top,
he brought the spotlight on her and began coercing her to join in
the festivities and "show the boys what a real woman looked like."
The crowd was behind him one hundred percent, and it was obvious he
wasn't going to take "no" for an answer.
Sondra looked across the table at me and I could see the
excitement sparkling in her beautiful green eyes and I nodded.
Sondra and nine college coeds disappeared into the back and
reappeared wearing thin, white, cotton t-shirts and bikini bottoms.
Their nipples were easily visible through the thin material. They
paraded across the tiny stage and Sondra looked spectacular in the
t-shirt, bikini bottoms and high heels, holding her own against the
younger girls.
Finally, to the roaring approval of the crowd, the wetting began
and the women might as well have been naked from the waist up.
There were good bodies, and then there were great bodies, and the
contest was obviously between Sondra and two other girls. I watched
the mother of my three children strutting up and down the bar,
jiggling her breasts at the crowd, showing them off in the
now-transparent shirt.
To my surprise, one and then more of the girls stripped off
their wet shirts and bounced their naked tits in the faces of their
appreciative audience. Not to be outdone, Sondra ripped the wet
cotton off her chest and proudly displayed her wonderful breasts to
the young crowd.
Unfortunately, Sondra lost out to a co-ed with even bigger tits
and a better tan. As the winner was being crowned, the guys helped
the women down from the bar and there were a lot of free feels
going on. The band started up again, and I watched in amazement as
my wife joined most of the other topless girls and danced among the
throng of horny guys! Being the "old lady" of the crowd certainly
didn't affect her popularity as I watched the men jostle each other
to get next to her.
She disappeared into the gyrating crowd and after about an hour,
reappeared at my table. She had her short denim skirt on, but was
still naked from the waist up, out of breath, and the finger marks
on her breasts were obvious. She was smiling a huge grin.
"Justin, you have to get me out of here, NOW! Because I want to
fuck and pretty soon, it won't matter to me with whom!"
I took off my outer shirt and she casually put her arms in it,
but didn't button it. We then headed out the door and back to our
cottage. We had gone only a few feet down the street when Sondra
stopped and looked into my eyes.
"I'll never make it back home. Follow me!"
We stepped into a dark alley between two buildings. Sondra bent
over to lean on a trashcan and hiked her short skirt up over her
hips. Her white panties looked like they were glowing in the dark.
I opened my zipper and pulled out my hard cock. I was more than
ready to fuck this hot piece of ass before me.
"Now, Justin! Fuck me! Either rip my panties off or fuck me
right through them! I need a cock inside me, now!"
Turned on by the spontaneity and raw sexuality of the moment, I
roughly clawed my fingers into the soft material and ripped them
open for my attack. Sondra moaned, and then moaned again as I
buried my prick up to my balls into her hot cunt on the first
stroke.
The act was no more than rutting -- two hot creatures throwing
themselves at and into each other because they couldn't take
another breath until their mating was done.
When I came, it was an explosion. I could feel my cum squirt
out of my cock in long, powerful spurts. My knees weakened, my
breathing was ragged, my fingers and toes were cramping into tight
curls.
Sondra stood up and looked at me. She ripped off the remaining
strands of her panties and wiped my cock clean. She smiled as she
reached her hand under her skirt and brought her wet fingers to her
mouth. She tasted our juices.
"That wasn't bad, sailor. Are you in town long?" ......
The next morning, after I returned from my meeting, Sondra told
me to go up into the loft because she was going to test me to see
if I meant what I said about vacations the day before.
I was curious, and after our adventures of the previous day, was
ready for anything my wife wanted to try.
Sondra called the boys in the next door cottage and asked if one
of them could bring over the room service menu, as she had lost
ours. When the doorbell rang, she slipped on her short, white
satin robe, through which her hard nipples were clearly visible.
To Sondra's obvious surprise, three boys stood at the door when
she opened it. She invited the three clean-cut, handsome boys in
and thanked them for the menu. One of the boys remarked about it
being a great idea to have a hottub in the livingroom, and that
their cottage didn't have one at all.
Sondra smiled and invited the boys to use the Jacuzzi with her.
The boys thanked her and said that they would be right back in
their trunks, but Sondra opened the sash of her robe and let it
fall to the floor, saying that the hottub was made to be enjoyed
naked.
The boys quickly fumbled out of their clothes, keeping their
eyes locked on Sondra's naked body as she slipped into the swirling
water.
When all four were in the water, Sondra asked if any of them
would like their back rubbed. In brash reply, the most brazen of
the three boys reached over and filled his hands with my wife's
round tits. Sondra immediately filled her hand with the nearest
hard cock, and the guy with his hands all over her tits stood up,
with his erection only inches from Sondra's lips. My normally
inhibited wife sucked the young guy's cock into her mouth, until
her nose nestled in his wet pubic hair.
As she sucked, she jerked on one of the kids' cocks, and the
third had his mouth attached to one of her tits. The kid in her
mouth started humping her face and Sondra ignored the other two as
she coaxed his hot spunk out of his cock with her mouth and hands,
swallowing every drop.
One after the other, I watched my wife suck off all three of the
boys, until she had drained each of them of their cum, without
spilling a drop, and then she stood and announced that it was her
turn.
All four of them splashed out of the tub and laid on the floor
cushions. One of the boys buried his face between Sondra's
invitingly spread legs and she moaned with pleasure as his tongue
began its exploration of her clit and cunt. Each of the other two
kids began fondling and sucking her breasts and nipples, loudly
slurping my wife's wet flesh into their hungry mouths.
All too soon, Sondra began her long-awaited orgasm in almost
violent fashion. Her body humped and writhed but the boys held on
to her with their mouths and Sondra went crashing from one orgasm
to another. Finally, when she could catch her breath and speak,
she thanked the boys for the fun and warned them to leave, "before
my husband comes home!"
As soon as the front door closed, I was downstairs and standing
over my wife with my raging erection in my hand. Sondra begged me
to fuck her, to fill her aching pussy with my cock, and I was only
too happy to comply. I rammed into her with all my strength and we
fucked with animal ferocity until our bodies, slick with sweat,
shuddered and clasped together in orgasm. We fucked again before
falling asleep for the afternoon.
Our vacation had only begun.
VACATION DOESN'T COUNT
by J. BOSWELL
Chapter Two
The Hotel
Early the next morning we caught a short island-hopping flight
to our next port-of-call. It was the opposite of our little
cottage. This time, we were staying at a very posh, high-rise
resort hotel.
After checking out the view from our room, which overlooked the
huge pool, Sondra unpacked, stripped and donned only her bikini
bottoms and went out onto the balcony. She stretched, letting the
sun warm her skin, and I'm sure more than a few people at the pool
had an opportunity to observe that she has a magnificent set of
tits.
I stepped out on to the balcony with her, just as the man from
the next suite did the same. He introduced himself to us and
offered us a beer. His name was Brian and when he returned he
couldn't take his eyes off Sondra's chest as we talked.
After a few minutes, Brian's wife, Janet, joined us on the
balcony. She was wearing a conservative one-piece bathing suit and
her mouth literally fell open when she saw Sondra. She regained
her composure and emphatically informed us that, as far as she
knew, it wasn't a topless resort.
Each couple sat at their own table on the balcony, separated
only by a low, thin railing, and continued talking. As Brian and
Janet watched, Sondra began to apply her suntan lotion. She
squeezed it onto her hands and rubbed it on her arms, legs,
stomach, and finally on her breasts. She was watching the
expressions on the faces of our new neighbors, as she applied it to
her bare tits and ran her oily fingers over her nipples until they
were hard and sticking straight out.
Janet pulled Brian out of his chair and said they had to get
ready for lunch. We waved good-bye and Brian smiled and said he
hoped he'd see us again, soon. But we didn't see him or Janet
again. We think they either left or had their room changed.
Coming in from the balcony, Sondra asked me if the scene had
excited me. I answered her by pulling her down onto the bed and
making love. ......
Both at the pool and on the beach, no one was topless, so over
the next few days, Sondra learned how to wear her suits to her best
advantage. She would tie it very loosely so in the surf or when
she dove into the pool it would occasionally "accidentally" fall
off. When she was sunning herself, she would take it off
completely as she laid on her stomach, but would often prop herself
up on her elbows. Sondra went to the pool area alone while I
enjoyed watching her from the balcony. She became quite popular
and every time she arrived on the scene, she drew a crowd of
lookers.
Finally, on the morning of our last full day at that resort, as
she lay topless on a towel not far from the balcony, a man sat down
next to her, obviously hoping for a better view. Sondra started
trying to put some oil on her back when the guy asked if he could
help her. Sondra raised herself up on her elbows, letting the
sides of her breast become exposed, and then handed him her oil.
He started on her back and legs and then proceeded to her shoulders
and sides. I could see his hands brushing the sides of my wife's
hanging tits, and she didn't flinch. Instead, Sondra raised up
even more and leaned on her left side, placing her right hand
behind her. In that pose, she was giving him (and me) a perfect,
up-close view of her naked breasts.
Sondra smiled up at the stranger, "I think you missed a spot or
two."
She stayed in that position as he blatantly stared and continued
to oil her shoulder. She looked down at her chest and asked him to
put some oil in his hand. He did, and Sondra cupped his hand on
her breast, smearing the oil into her skin.
He then took her nipple between his finger and thumb and
squeezed it. I could hear Sondra gasp, and then she smiled at him
and rolled over onto her back, exposing both breasts. In a second,
the guy was feeling her slippery tits with both hands. I could
tell Sondra was getting really excited, but other people began
arriving in the area and Sondra turned back onto her stomach.
I decided to join them. Sondra introduced me to Bill. He was
about 45, still well-built, graying and ruggedly handsome, a
corporate bigwig on vacation with his wife, who was on a shopping
excursion for the day. All three of us sat around talking the
morning away as Sondra repeatedly, teasingly exposed herself.
Around noon, I invited Bill to join us in our suite for lunch.
Sondra was all for the idea, and off we went. Once in the suite,
Sondra said she wanted to shower off some of the suntan lotion
while I made drinks and ordered room service. After the food
arrived, Sondra rejoined us, combing her wet hair and wearing only
a wide towel wrapped around her waist. Both Bill and I commented
on how lovely she looked and on the nice, even tan she was getting.
Bill didn't act embarrassed or surprised at seeing Sondra topless,
so who was I to make a fuss over it?
During lunch, neither Bill nor I could take our eyes of my
wife's luscious tits. Once, when I stood to make us more drinks,
I could not resist bending down in front of Sondra and sucking one
of her delicious nipples into my mouth, right in front of our new
friend! Bill laughed and said that must be dessert.
Sondra just smiled a big grin and said, "Maybe."
We were out of ice, so I told the two of them that I would be
right back. I left the door slightly ajar, so I could sneak a look
before re-entering.
When I returned with the ice, I peeked in to see Bill bent over
Sondra and sucking on a nipple, exactly as I had done a few minutes
before. Sondra was feeling his cock beneath his swimtrunks with
her right hand as her left hand cupped her breast for his hungry
mouth.
Bill reach down and dropped his trunks, exposing his large
erection. He held it in front of him, eye-level with Sondra.
Sondra grabbed it with her left hand and stroked it, and then
lightly touched it with her tongue. She wet her lips and then slid
the head of his cock into her mouth. She kept stroking the length
of it with her hand, guiding as much of it as she could into her
slurping mouth, while at the same time, playing with his balls with
her other hand. Bill put his hands on each side of her head and
pulled her back and forth on his prick, fucking her mouth.
Sondra started to speed up and I could tell Bill was getting
ready to shoot his load. Sondra grabbed his cock in both of her
hands and squeezed as he erupted into her mouth. She continued
sucking as his flood of cum dripped down her chin and on to her
tits. He let her continue until his cock was limp, and then he
pulled his trunks up and kissed her on the mouth.
I then made some noise as I re-entered the room, telling them I
had to go up three floors to find the ice. Bill stepped over to
the bar to make a drink, and as he did, I bent down to kiss Sondra
and lifted a drop of Bill's cum from her tit on my finger. Sondra
smiled and sucked my sticky finger into her mouth.
The afternoon progressed and the drinking continued and the
flirting became more obvious. I dug out the camera and said I
wanted to get a picture of Sondra and Bill. Sondra immediately sat
on Bill's lap, letting her towel fall to the floor as she did.
After a couple of poses, things started to really loosen up and I
continued taking pictures as Bill's hands covered Sondra's breasts,
and Sondra cupped her tits up to Bill's mouth, until, finally,
Sondra said she wanted everyone naked for some "porno" shots.
As Sondra was sucking my cock for one picture, I couldn't hold
back any longer, and Bill snapped off a couple as I filled my
wife's mouth with my hot cum. Right after that, Bill mounted
Sondra doggie-style and I snapped away as he plowed away in my
wife's pussy. The three of us took pictures in every imaginable
position until we were out of film and the suite was strewn with
the polaroids.
Bill called his wife, telling her he found an all-night poker
game, and by the time we had finished room service dinner, we were
exhausted and fell asleep. I woke up at 1:00 a.m. to the sounds of
moaning and groaning, and found Bill and Sondra wildly fucking
their brains out next to me in the bed. I waited until they were
through and then took my turn for sloppy seconds in my wife's cunt.
Sondra and I were still in bed the next morning while Bill
showered and dressed to leave. When he was ready, Sondra called
him over to the bed for a good-bye kiss, and then had him stand at
the side of the bed as she leaned over me and gave him a good-bye
blow-job, too! ......
As I showered, I thought about the amazing events of the last
few days. Sondra had been a virgin when we had married, and though
one spouse can never know all there is to know about the other, I
would swear that Sondra had never been unfaithful to me. Now, after
just a few days away, I had shared her with the college boys, a
whole bar full of kids and, finally, another man. I did feel little
pangs of jealousy -- at the other men, but even more at Sondra's
totally wanton and uninhibited behavior -- but, even stronger were
my feelings of excitement and arousal. I had never felt more alive
and sexually stimulated than the last few days, and I was anxious
to give Sondra full rein and see what else could happen over the
next two weeks.
I emerged from the shower with an iron-hard erection. I walked
into the bedroom and, as if on cue, Sondra bent over the luggage as
she packed them and wiggled her ass at me in a most lascivious
manner. Another pair of panties was ripped and torn open in my
assault.
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VACATION DOESN'T COUNT
by J. BOSWELL
Chapter Three
The Driver
We stepped off the plane in Jamaica and the company rep was
waiting with our limo. Because of work and social obligations with
the large company staff in Jamaica, Sondra and I had little time to
misbehave. Finally, at the end of the week, we were finished, and
at our host's suggestion we asked the chauffeur, Samuel, to come up
to our room to arrange an island tour the next day (our last full
day on the island).
Samuel was a good-looking man, older than us, very black, with
more than a trace of gray at his temples, and that wonderful island
accent. Sondra and I had been drinking since lunch, and I offered
Samuel one, which he accepted. After talking about the different
island sights and routes we could take, Samuel asked to use the
bathroom.
Sondra smiled at me and said, "Did you see the huge lump in
Samuel's pants?"
I smiled back, "And I guess you plan to investigate further?"
Just then, Samuel returned and sat down. We talked a little
more, and then I said I was tired and would see Samuel in the
morning. Sondra and Samuel talked small-talk for a while, as I
laid in bed and listened through the partially open door.
Finally, I heard Sondra ask, "Do many women come to the island
for more than a vacation?"
"Like what, Missus?"
"You know, Samuel, like for excitement. Maybe something they
couldn't get or do at home."
"Well, I be verra, verra frank, Missus. An lot of dem white
womin come down here ta get da sex fro' da natives."
Sondra laughed. "Why, Samuel? Is the myth about size true?"
"I no talk fo' all, Missus, but fo' me, it is no myth."
By this time, I was out of the bed, peering into the room from
behind the door.
"Can I see for myself, Samuel, or are you too shy?" Sondra
asked.
Samuel stood and dropped his slacks. He wasn't wearing anything
under them and a large, black dick hung long between his legs.
"You wan' touch, Missus? You can. It be alright."
Sondra nodded and reached out with both hands. Both Sondra and
I watched as Samuel's cock grew and hardened in her small hands.
Sondra leaned forward and sucked the head into her mouth.
"Oh, you good, Missus. Maybe you wan' feel Samuel inside your
pretty pussy?"
Sondra looked up at Samuel, "I think it's too big, Samuel! I
don't think I can."
"I tink you can, Missus. Let me try. I won' hurt you. You
like it. You see."
Sondra stood and stripped off her clothes and laid back on the
sofa, placing one foot over the back, and the other far out on the
floor. Both Samuel and I had a perfect view of her pink, wet
pussy.
Then Samuel positioned himself at her cunt and began pushing his
erection into my wife.
"My god! You're so big! I can feel your thickness already,
Samuel."
I watched as she took him inside her pussy a little at a time.
When it was all the way in, Samuel looked down at her, "You got
it all, now, Lady. I tol' you no problem."
"Oh, it feels so good! Now fuck me with that thing! Fuck me
hard, Samuel!"
Sondra rolled her head side to side as Samuel began to really
fuck her, shoving it in all the way and pulling it almost all the
way out. She was moaning and groaning in pleasure, and I wondered
if she was actually going to pass out. She wrapped her legs and
arms around him as they fucked themselves into a frenzy. I could
hear his balls slap against my wife on every stroke, and the
contrast of her white skin against his black made me shoot a load
of cum against the door, without touching myself.
Samuel let out a groan and began to come. He shoved his cock in
as deeply as it would go. Sondra closed her eyes and told him to
fill her cunt with his hot cum. Samuel came for a long time, and
when he did pull his cock out of my wife's pussy, I could see his
cum leaking out of it, dripping onto the sofa.
"That was wonderful, Samuel."
"Ya, Missus, fo' me, too. But, I bes' go, now. I be here
tomorrow morning fo' your tour. I tank you very much for dis,
Missus."
Sondra stayed on the sofa as Samuel dressed and let himself out.
I ripped open the door and stood over her.
Sondra smiled up at me, "Hi, Darling. I'm all pooped out, but
if you want some, help yourself."
It was all the invitation I needed. I knelt between Sondra's
legs, seeing Samuel's gooey cum covering her red pussylips,
dripping down the crack of her ass and spotting the sofa. I buried
my cock up to my balls in one sudden, swift thrust. Sondra grunted
from my force, but she laid still as I pounded into her, adding my
cum to the sticky mess already between her spread legs. When I was
done, we kissed and helped each other into bed, not hearing another
thing until the alarm went off the next morning. ......
The next morning, Sondra wore a white strapless sundress with
nothing on under it. Samuel acted as though nothing had happened
the night before as he helped us into the car and began the tour.
As we took in the sights, I noticed Sondra and Samuel playing eye
games in the mirror. I could see Sondra's hard nipples through her
dress, and I was sure she was ready for a repeat performance of
last night.
After lunch, I pretended to fall asleep in the back seat of the
car. At one stop, Sondra got back into the car in the front seat
with Samuel and I could tell her hands immediately went to work on
his tool. Soon, her head disappeared below the seat and I could
hear her moaning and slurping. Then, the car stopped and the doors
opened and closed.
Chancing a look through the tinted glass, I saw Samuel spreading
a blanket in a small grassy area. He then laid down on his back
and his already hard cock stood straight up. It really was a size!
Sondra lifted her dress and straddled Samuel's hips and slowly
lowered her cunt down on to his prick, moaning and grunting the
whole time. Samuel pulled her dress down off her tits and began
pulling on her nipples as she humped his cock. She was soon
screaming in one orgasm after another and collapsed on Samuel.
Sondra soon regained her composure and continued fucking Samuel
until he came, pumping his cum until I could see it running out of
my wife's cunt and down his dick.
After a few minutes, they reassembled themselves, Sondra got
back into the back seat and we returned to the hotel. I tipped
Samuel lavishly when he dropped us off at the airport that evening.
===============================================================
Another Hot Wife Tale
by J. BOSWELL
Chapter Four
The Island Slut
After short stops in two Mexican resorts and flight that seemed
to last forever, we finally touched down for the last leg of our
tour in Hawaii. Both the company and my wife had saved the best
for last.
Our suite was the penthouse and it was filled with exotic fruit
and flowers when we arrived. It was still before noon and both
Sondra and I were jetlagged and felt fidgety, but not tired, after
our long flight.
Sondra stripped, showered, and dressed in her tiniest bikini.
She said she was going to go down to the beautiful beach and see if
she could meet anyone "interesting." I knew exactly what she
meant, but since I didn't seem to be invited, I went in to take my
own shower.
Afterwards, I stepped out onto the balcony to enjoy the view,
and to see if Sondra was in sight. She was, and when I got my
binoculars, I could see that she was talking to a very big, very
well-built Polynesian-looking guy, years younger than us. I
quickly put on my trunks and grabbed a towel.
When I arrived down on the beach, I casually walked by and then
sat in a partially concealed spot in the grass and palms, close to
where Sondra and her young stud were sitting chatting. His name was
Mano and he was a native to the island and worked for the hotel.
Up close, he was even more impressive than from the balcony.
Obviously a serious weightlifter, he looked to be around 20 years
old and his huge body was wide and dark and looked as if it was
chiseled from stone.
I became increasingly excited as I watched Sondra continually
change position, each time letting her bikini work its way up her
crotch and the crack of her ass, until it looked like she was
wearing a "thong" -- front and back. Her pussy was almost fully
exposed, except for a thin strip of bright yellow material caught
between her cuntlips. She had also loosened the top of her suit
and her large tits were almost spilling out into full view as she
began to apply her trusty suntan oil to her legs and stomach.
She was an incredible sexual animal to watch.
Mano made no secret of the fact that he was enjoying Sondra's
"performance," commenting on her tan, her legs, her breasts. She
soon laid down on her stomach and asked her new young friend to
apply some lotion to her back and legs. A lump formed in my trunks
as I watched his strong hands massaging my wife's back and legs.
He was massaging Sondra's calves when she mentioned that he had
missed the area near her bikini bottoms. Mano began to massage the
exposed portions of Sondra's ass, until his fingers were only
inches away from her pussy. Just then, Sondra began to hump her
hips and it was obvious that she wanted Mano to go farther. He
wasn't shy. He worked one, then two and, finally, three of his
thick, blunt fingers under the elastic and into Sondra's juicy
cunt. He continued his finger-fucking until Sondra convulsed in a
powerful orgasm.
As soon as she regained her senses, Sondra sat up and hugged
Mano and asked him up to our suite. I grabbed my towel and beat a
fast retreat to the hotel and up to the room before them. I was
pleased to see that the bedroom had a huge, deep closet and I
jammed the door partially open to provide me with a view of the
anticipated action.
When they entered, there were no preliminaries. Mano ordered
Sondra to strip her bikini off and then to kneel on the thick
carpet. Sondra happily complied, and when she was in position,
Mano dropped his trunks to reveal a cock worthy of the rest of his
perfect body -- it looked almost as thick as it was long. He knelt
behind Sondra and placed his cock at her pussylips, and then told
her to fuck herself on his rod.
Sondra moaned as she felt his erection press against her, and
moaned louder as she pressed her ass and hips back against him,
letting his prick easily enter her wet cunt. She soon had him
buried to his balls in her cunt, and then Mano began to pump in and
out of her. My wife then reached under herself and grasped Mano's
swinging balls in her hand, while he reached down and pinched her
nipples on her swinging globes.
Sondra moaned over and over, again, "Fuck me! Fuck me harder!"
She then began to tremble uncontrollably as she started into her
climax. Mano continued to pound into her until she collapsed to
the floor, pulling away from his still-hard cock with a loud
"slluuurrppp!"
Mano rolled my wife over and buried his face between her legs as
she screamed her way into another orgasm.
Finally, she tried to push him away as she breathlessly begged,
"No more! Please, Mano, no more for awhile! I can't take it,
anymore!"
Mano stood up and lifted Sondra from the floor as if she weighed
no more than a feather. He arranged her on the bed so that her
head hung off the edge, upside down, and then he walked his cock
into her mouth and roughly grabbed both of her tits in his hands.
Sondra soon found the rhythm, and Mano began fucking her mouth.
Sondra's hands reached up to jerk his cock as she sucked on him
and, eventually, Mano began to cum. Sondra gagged and coughed on
his first spurt of cum, but swallowed the rest like the pro she had
become in the last few weeks.
Mano was just getting started, and I watched him ravage my
wife's eagerly available body. He didn't stay soft for long,
especially with Sondra sucking on his wet dick. He then rolled
Sondra over on to her back and buried his cock in her pussy. I
watched Sondra's legs wrap themselves around his waist as he fucked
her into the bed. He then reached under Sondra's ass and began to
bury several fingers up her anus, thrusting hard with each stroke
of his hips. Sondra was soon approaching what looked like an
incredible orgasm. With a scream, she shuddered in the throes of
her climax. Mano continued to pound away in her pussy until she
calmed down. Then he pulled out, rolled her onto her stomach and
placed his cockhead against her puckered asshole.
"No, Mano! Not there! I've never done it there! You're too
big for me!"
Mano grabbed her waist and pulled her ass closer. Sondra began
to struggle, but he ignored her. His prick began to disappear up
my wife's ass and she was begging him to stop, to take it out.
But, soon, her whimpers turned to moans as Mano's fingers
disappeared into her cunt. Now, both of them were on the climb to
orgasm, with Mano finally coming in my wife's no-longer-virgin
asshole.
They rolled apart and Mano told Sondra to clean his cock. Sondra
got a washcloth and gently wiped him clean. Then he stood and
began dressing.
Sondra propped herself on one elbow and smiled up at him, "Where
are you going? You don't have to leave, yet."
"I gotta get to work, Lady, but I'll be back tomorrow, okay?
I had come twice in the closet, but my dick was hard again, by
the time Mano closed the front door. I was out of the closet and
on Sondra in a flash.
"Oh, Justin! Come fuck me. He was the best, yet. The very
best!" ......
During the rest of our vacation, Sondra couldn't get enough of
Mano and his beautiful cock. While I worked, the two of them
fucked the days away in our bed. One day, I returned from meetings
and Sondra informed me that Mano had the night off and was going to
take her out dancing with some of his friends. She said she wanted
the night to be perfect and had purchased a very expensive, sheer
white silk, strapless cocktail dress with matching high heels.
Before Mano arrived, Sondra modeled her outfit for me. The silk
clung to her body and was thin enough that it was obvious that she
was wearing nothing under it. Then, with a smile, Sondra peeled
the hem up until she was exposing her cunt. She had shaved her
cunt bare, and it was the most erotic thing I had ever seen.
"Do you think Mano will like it?" she asked
A quick pain jabbed at my heart, that she had done something so
erotic for another man, instead of for me. I truthfully told her
that she had never looked more beautiful, more stunning, and that
I was jealous she wasn't going out with me.
Just then, the doorbell rang and I opened the door for Mano. He
looked a little surprised to see me, as we hadn't met all week and
he had assumed Sondra was "sneaking" on me. He looked at Sondra
with a questioning look.
"Oh, that's just Justin, my husband. Don't worry about him."
I watched them walk down the corridor together to the elevators.
Mano had his arm around Sondra's waist and his hand rested on her
great ass as they stepped into the elevator. As the elevator doors
closed, I just caught a glimpse of Mano's hand moving up under the
hem of her dress.
Sondra did not come home that night or the next morning. I had
several meetings to attend, so I left the suite assuming she'd be
home later that morning. When she wasn't, I was worried and ready
to report her missing and track down Mano through the hotel. When
the phone rang I was sure it was the police. Instead, it was a
message at the front desk.
It was from Sondra: "All's well. Don't worry about me. Be
home soon."
"Soon" wasn't that night, either.
Finally, in the evening of the second day, Sondra let herself
into the suite. She kissed me on the forehead and said she'd tell
me all about it after she had some sleep.
She was dressed in a hawaiian shirt and a pair of men's shorts
and as I watched her undress, I felt anger, jealousy, relief and --
thinking about her doing only one thing with Mano for the last two
days -- turned on. When she dropped the shorts, I saw her bare
pussy and my cock sprung to attention. I climbed on the bed beside
her, ready to fuck.
Sondra opened her eyes and said, "Sorry, Dear. I've fucked and
been fucked so much I'm too sore."
"Everywhere?"
She smiled a little smile, "Yes, everywhere." And fell asleep.
The next morning, after a shower and breakfast, Sondra took me
to bed and began to slowly jerk me off in her soft hands as she
told me what happened. ......
"It was fantastic!
"Mano figured out right away that I didn't have any underwear on
and his hand found out about my razor job before the elevator doors
closed."
"Yes, I saw."
"Well, what you didn't see was that the elevator didn't stop
anywhere before we got to the lobby, so Mano and I were locked in
a hot embrace, kissing and with his hand up my pussy when the doors
opened and there were people there, waiting for the elevator!"
My cock jerked in her hand.
"We recovered right away, but if they were quick, some of those
people knew I didn't have any hair on my pussy!
"Anyway, Mano had a surprise for me, too. When he said we were
going dancing with friends, I assumed couples. Didn't you?"
I nodded, but my erection throbbed in anticipation of what I
knew she was going to say, next.
"Well, his friends turned out to be two more Polynesian studs,
even better looking and bigger than Mano!
"First, the four of us went dancing at a local club and the
three of them took turns dancing with me. I was loving all the
attention, and soon, they were getting pretty bold, grabbing at my
tits and feeling my ass on the dance floor. I guess Mano had told
them I was a woman of easy virtue! At the table, all three of them
were taking turns putting their hands up my dress, fingering my
cunt. I was hot! They said Mano had warned them that I was one
hot piece of ass, so I didn't want to disappoint them. I was
having a ball and I knew people were watching us dance and carrying
on at our table. I think every person in the place knew I was
going to fuck all three of these hunks before the night was over."
As she said that, my cock shot a hot stream of cum into the air.
Sondra gently licked my cock clean and swallowed my cum.
"Justin, do you want to hear the rest of this now or later?"
"Now, Sondra. Tell me everything that happened."
"Okay. We finally left the club and drove back to Mano's
apartment. On the way there, I got in the back seat with one of
his friends and sucked him off. About two seconds after Mano
opened his apartment door, the three of us were naked and in the
bed, fucking our brains out. One time, Mano was fucking me and his
friend started to fuck my asshole..."
My prick twitched to life, again.
"...and it was really good. Then his other friend put his cock
in my mouth, but there was just too much going on and I couldn't
concentrate.
"We would fuck and rest and fuck, again. About 2 a.m., just as
the guys are getting tuckered and fuckered out, Mano's roommate,
this really huge guy, shows up with four other guys to play poker.
They see what's going on and join in the party.
"Justin, your prim little wife was an incredible, insatiable
slut. I didn't get tired, didn't fall asleep. I just kept fucking
and sucking these eight guys! That's where I've been for two days
and nights -- on my back and knees, fucking and sucking a bunch of
beautiful, Polynesian strangers! Whenever they wanted it, however
they wanted it, I gave it to them.
"And guess what? Mano's roommate was even bigger than Samuel!
Can you believe it? His cock was so big, it didn't look real. But
it was, and you would have been proud of me, because I even took
him in the ass!"
Sondra leaned over and gently sucked my hard cock into her wet
mouth. ......
Then, she looked up at me.
"But, vacation's over, Justin. We leave for home tomorrow and
I promise you I'll be your perfect little wife again. I just want
to thank you for the way you let me go and let me enjoy this
vacation. I can't believe the things I've done, but I don't regret
any of them. In fact, I loved doing them! But now, it's over and
it's time for me to behave. And I will. I love you, Justin."
And, as my cum spurted into the mouth that had tasted so many
strangers' cum over the last few weeks, I moved my fingers over her
hairless and well-worn cunt and whispered, "I love you, too,
Sondra."
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