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We
had been married for the last 7 years and things
were beginning to feel a bit stale. So we took time
out from our jobs and embarked on a vacation to an
exotic locale by the sea. The holiday atmosphere
soon caught up with us and my wife, who usually says
a firm ‘no’ to drinks became more tolerant.
I noticed that not only was she getting slightly
intoxicated by the mildly alcoholic drinks she was
consuming, she was also getting a bit distracted by
the semi clad honeymooners and other romantic
couples lying all over the beach. This was strange
because she is usually a very cool headed person who
ignores and dislikes such public expressions of
emotion and passion. But as I said, the festive air
of the place was beginning to have an effect on us.
The nights would be intimate and the days would pass
off lazing in the sunny beach or strolling in the
market. I could not help comment on my wife’s
dressing which seemed to be getting bolder as the
days progressed. She usually dressed conservatively,
but now she was wearing shorts, a flowery top, with
a matching hat and dark glasses. I suspected the
glasses were to safely spy on the cuddling couples
all over the beach.
By day 4, she was drinking almost as much as me,
though her choice was a milder brew. That evening,
we returned to the resort late and requested for
dinner in the room. I went into the bath for a quick
wash before the food arrived. On coming out, I was
surprised to see the room-boy already serving food
in the semi-dark room. What surprised me even more
was that my wife was casually removing her clothes,
blissfully oblivious of the boy. I glanced at the
mirror by the wall and saw the boy was watching her
through it. He did not seem to notice me and was
killing time fumbling with the dishes, his eyes
fixed on the mirror. I again looked at my wife. She
had by now removed her tee-shirt over her head and
was having some trouble with the shirt getting
tangled in the hair clips. With her hands up and her
face covered in the dress, she offered a glorious
view of the rest of her body. The low jeans seemed
to slip even lower as her arms were raised. The band
of the dark panty was visible all around. The milky
white midriff was shapely for her age and seemed
even trimmer in her present posture. The full
breasts were encased in a white lacy bra. I again
glanced at the boy. He was bolder now and had
stopped fiddling with the dishes. Standing erect, he
stared hypnotized at the mirror. Although I was
getting a side view of her, I knew that he was
getting a full frontal in the mirror. Seeking to
avoid an awkward situation, I back-stepped into the
bathroom and quietly closed the door leaving a small
gap. I turned on the tap to drown any other noises I
might accidentally make. Suddenly I was feeling
aroused. Seeing the boy watch my wife undress should
normally have angered me. But on the contrary, I was
so excited that time seemed to stand still. While I
pondered on my next move I found myself
involuntarily feeling my organ through the wrapped
towel. And it was getting erect. Embarrassed at my
own condition, I pushed my organ down and strode out
of the bath. She was now stepping out of her jeans.
As she turned around and bent down to pick it up, I
realized he must be getting a grand view of her
ample bottom. I snatched my eyes away from her and
looked at him. But he was not there. The place was
empty. I could not remember him going out past the
bathroom door. Anyway, relieved that the moment had
ended, I quickly tiptoed to the door and bolted it.
Slipping off the towel in my already aroused
condition, I walked over to my drunken wife and
unhooked her bra from behind. I turned her around to
face the mirror. She was now only in her dark
panties. I was completely nude. In the soft light, I
could see her skin glow in a rich golden brown
shade. I cupped her full breasts and squeezed
gently. She moaned softly and leaned her head back
towards me. I stared at the mirror reflection as she
pushed her bosom forward and at the same time
reached behind to grope my tool. Her eyes were half
closed and her lips here sensuously open. I suddenly
noticed a movement near the curtains. He is here,
that bastard! – I thought. Feeling more aroused at
being watched, I whispered to my wife that we were
being watched by a room-boy. In her dazed condition,
she assumed I was joking and giggled. I turned her
towards me and rested one arm on her lower back.
With the other, I beckoned the boy. Suddenly aware
that he was caught, he jerked to attention and
slowly came forward, cautious like cornered animal.
I signaled him to strip. This surprised him even
more and he glanced at the door. Seeing it closed
and running out of choices, he quickly stepped out
of his shirt, trousers and boxers. Looking very
nervous and self conscious, he stepped to within
touching distance. I could see that he had a big
erect tool which he surely had been stroking while
watching us from the dark. In a quick movement, I
lowered her panty to her knees. He was now staring
at her exposed bottom. Slowly pulling down the panty
the rest of the way with my toes, I again whispered
to her.
“What
if a room-boy was to see you in this condition?”
“I
would hug him tight and kiss him!” She giggled.
“What
else would you do?”
“I
would make him squeeze these!” she said cupping
her big breasts.
Holding
her firmly at the shoulders, I suddenly turned her
around and pushed her at him. Both were caught by
surprise. He reached out to stop her from falling.
Both his hands got firmly positioned at her breasts.
She embraced him around the neck to stop herself
from falling as her knees gave way. Momentarily
recovering from her daze due to the sudden events,
she exclaimed:
“Jim!”
“Yes
Ma’am!” He mumbled, confused and embarrassed.
“So
you two know each other!” I laughed. Walking to
the table I made a stiff drink and walked back. She
had managed to reach the bed, half stumbling, half
hanging from his shoulder. She quickly tried to
scurry under the covers as Jim stood nervously not
knowing where to hold her. I laughed and handed him
the drink.
“Drink
it, Jim, you need it.”
“Yes,
Sir.” It was gone in one gulp.
“Go
make yourself another!” I grinned.
I
stood near her feet and snatched away the sheet. She
lay there in all her glory, making a futile attempt
to hide her modesty. I laughed hoarsely and climbed
the bed between her knees. Spreading them apart, I
poked a finger in. She was already wet. The walk to
the bed in Jim’s arms had taken its toll. Holding
her ankles up at my shoulder level, I thrust my hip
forward. Rubbing her warm wetness aroused my cock
even more. Resting her pretty long legs on my
shoulders, I guided my throbbing cock smoothly into
the inviting pussy opening. I gave it a couple of
slow mild strokes, ensuring all was wet and well.
Now clasping her thighs, I pushed in hard and deep
till the very end of my shaft. She gasped at the
sudden intrusion. Slowly withdrawing till the tip, I
again rammed in to the hilt. I was rewarded with
another gasp from her drunken mouth. I continued to
pump rhythmically, watching her entire nude body
jerk with my thrusts. Her breasts were swaying to my
beat. Her eyes were half closed and her lips were
open. Soon, Jim returned and sat by her side. He
started fondling her breasts. He was clearly bolder
now after the drink. Kneading one, he bent to suck
the other. Watching him clawing my drunk
wife drove me to the brink of my orgasm. She too
could not manage the dual attack and was soon
clawing the bed sheet and thrusting her entire body
up. I climaxed. Pumping in the last drops, I heard
her moan and felt her cunt squeeze my cock in an
extended orgasm.
Gasping for breath, I withdrew and went to set
myself a drink. Sipping slowly, I sat on the sofa
with a limp tool and watching Jim gathering speed as
he kissed her all over and hugged and stroked her
entire body. She was getting aroused once again. She
too was responding to his movements. As he rolled
over her, I envied his well toned muscular body. She
reached up and pulled him close. Both were in heat
and oblivious of everything else. I finished my
drink and got up to get a closer look. Soon, Jim had
inserted himself into her already dripping cunt in
the missionary position. He started pumping at a
very high speed. His youth combined with his drunk
mind and aroused body to create utter madness.
Surprising, my wife was responding to him move for
move. When he kissed, she kissed back. When he
pinched, she pinched back. When he bit, she bit
back. When he squeezed her boobs, she reached down
and squeezed his firm butt. Jim returned to his
rapid pumping and she started moaning. He muttered
something I could not understand. She was speaking
too. I strained to hear her.
“Fuck
me…tear me….yess….ooohh…”
I
was shocked. Was it her? I had never heard these
words in her lips in the last 7 years.
He
seemed turned on even more by these words and
gathered more speed. Both were sweating and their
glistening bodies slid on each other in a mad
frenzy. My hand was stroking myself. I watched
shamelessly as Jim fucked my drunk
wife to her second orgasm. She gripped him tightly
as she entered what seemed to be a bigger orgasm
than the first. She moaned loudly, pushing her head
back, clawing his back with her nails, her legs
straightening and stiffening. Suddenly his back
stiffened too, his bums tightened and his thrusts
turned slow and firm. He dropped on top of her, his
face embedded in the hair by her neck. I walked
rapidly back to the sofa. Picking some tissue, I
stroked myself twice and drained out my second load.
When I awoke, it was morning and the sun was already
up and pouring into the bed. My wife lay on her
belly sprawled in the crumpled sheets. Jim was
nowhere to be seen. She woke up with a bad headache
and a sore body. There were red bruises on her
breasts and thighs which I certainly had not
inflicted. After a quick bath, she was in a hurry to
return home. We packed up and left. She never
mentioned a word of what happened the previous
night. As we drove past the beach, I smiled. We
would be back, I swore.
Story By: Stony
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