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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 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 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 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 walked out on to the deck, the sight before me
froze me in my tracks. To my utter surprise and disbelief, my normally
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 charms. What I didn't know, but soon found out, was that
Sondra was aware of her audience. 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 in time to meet her as she
entered the cottage. She was surprised to see me home and immediately
looked guilty. I took her into my arms and told her I had enjoyed her
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. Their nipples were
easily visible through the thin material. They paraded across the
tiny stage and Sondra looked spectacular in the t-shirt, short denim
skirt 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 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 a few of the other girls and danced topless 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 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 tight 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, stranger. 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.
She then called the boys in the nextdoor 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
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.
Continued in Chapter Two, "The Hotel"
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