BBWife: Adventures on Vacation (part 2)

***All my stories are true and actually happened. I either
experienced them firsthand or were related to me by my wife and I
transcribed them as best I could. Some creative liberties were
taken for parts she couldn’t remember exactly, but the overall
situations that happened are as accurate as possible.

If you have any questions, comments, suggestions or criticism,
please send it to southern.sunshine@hotmail.com.
Thank you and enjoy.***

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The next morning, we awoke shortly after sunrise and headed to
the buffet at the resort. After the prior night's activities, we
were both famished. We helped ourselves to the huge selection of
delicious local food, and then headed back to the room to put on
our bathing suits and head to the pool. While changing, I took
the opportunity to paw at my wife, hoping for a quickie before we
went back out. Smiling, she only pushed my hands away playfully
before putting on her bathing suit, a fairly conservative one
piece that still did little to hide her ample breasts. Being a
larger woman, she is self conscious about her body, even though
she knows I love that she is bigger anyway. BBWs are my weakness,
after all.

We arrived at the pool to see quite a few people either in or
near the water. The whole area was landscaped beautifully, topped
off with a swim-up bar and a Jacuzzi hidden around some plants at
one of the far corners. Also, because of the locale I suppose, a
number of women were sunbathing topless. I of course found great
pleasure in that. My wife must have notice the grin on my face as
she pushed me gently.

"Get your tongue back in your mouth", she said playfully.

"Hey, you can have your own eye candy" I replied, pointing to the
many rather physically handsome men walking around in tight
speedos, some with rather obvious bulges. It was apparent that
most of the people at the resort this time of year were from
Europe, judging from the dress and accents of the people around
the pool.

We found a pair of chairs nearby and dropped our towels before
entering the pool. We both slid in quickly and found the water
warm but not so much that it was unpleasant like a bathtub. We
both swam around some, playfully splashing and kissing, carefree.
Often she would wrap her legs around my waist underwater, rubbing
her swimsuit-covered pussy against my trunks. I would have to
push her away sometimes, just to get my erection to subside.
After some splashing under the hot sun, we decided to swim over
to the bar. We both sat down on the stools in the water, and
looked over our drink options.

Being as the resort was all inclusive, we knew our drinks were
free. And even though it was a little early in the morning, we
both decided to start drinking already. It was a vacation, after
all. I ordered a Presidente, the official beer of the Dominican
Republic, and my wife ordered a Sex on the Beach. The bartender,
who obviously knew how to work a customer, gave my wife a grin
and a wink, and went off to make her beverage. He returned
shortly and proceeded to chat it up with us, asking where we were
from, etc. But I could tell that as we were talking, his eyes
were mostly on my wife.

Even though she is a bigger girl, she is very cute and does from
time to time catch men's eyes, more than likely from guys who
like their women on the larger side, like me. Our bartender
apparently approved, as he definitely showered my wife with
attention, talking mostly to her and flirting slyly. For her
part, she ate it up and obviously enjoyed the attention from what
I have to admit was a rather good looking guy. He was fit and
tan, and had lived in the DR all his life. I could tell she
enjoyed the view of this toned guy in just his trunks, his tanned
athletic body moving effortless around the bar mixing drinks for
customers. And I don't doubt he was appreciating her breasts as
well. I had to chuckle and after a minute I decided to swim off,
leaving them to chat.

I have to admit, I enjoyed watching the two of them from a
distance. I could tell they were flirting, judging by her body
language, which was a little shocking to be honest. She had never
acted like this, at least with me around. Not that I minded. Like
a lot of men, I often fantasized about my wife with other men.
But to see her actually flirting gave me such an erection that I
had to swim to the far end of the bar just to have something else
to focus on.

After a few minutes, my wife left the bar area and said goodbye
to her new bartending friend, and to my surprise I even saw that
their hands looked to be touching as she swam away. I could have
been mistaking it for just a friendly gesture, but something told
me it was definitely more than just being a good bartender or a
local custom. As she swam over I could tell she had a smile on
her face, and as she came up to me, her drink in her hand, she
planted a big kiss on my lips. And even more, it seemed like she
was even panting a little. I must have had a rather shit-eating
grin on my face, because after she broke of the kiss she looked
at me innocently.

"What?", she asked, batting her eyes and taking a drink.

"Nothing", I replied, shaking my head, still smiling. "I see you
made a new friend".

I motioned over to the bar. "Yes, he's very nice" she said,
obviously trying to downplay the obvious flirting that I had
seen.

"Yes, I'm sure he is" I replied, raising my eyebrows
mischievously. She rolled her eyes playfully and splashed me
before swimming over to the pool ladder nearest our towels. I
watched as she climbed out of the pool, the water clinging to her
suit making her outfit tighter. She toweled off a little before
setting her lounge chair back to recline and laid down to get
some sun. As I glanced over to the bar, I could tell her new
friend had been watching her get out.

I swam around for a while longer before climbing out of the pool
myself. I my lounger back as well, lying down next to her. Her
eyes were closed as she lay on her back, and my eyes wondered
over her body. I could just make out her nipples under her suit,
and I bended my legs up so as to hide the erection I was starting
to get. A glance down to the bar revealed that her friend was
still checking her out from time to time. That's when I got a
sneaky idea that make my cock even more stiff.

"Hey honey" I said. She stirred a little. "I was thinking. Since
most of the other women here are sunbathing topless, you should
too".

She sighed in that tone that obviously was her "you're such a
perv" response. I knew I had to up the ante to let her know I was
serious.

 I leaned over to her ear and whispered, "Please? For me?". Her
eyes opened and she looked at me for a moment. I could tell she
was trying to tell if I was serious or not. After all, she was
not exactly the exhibitionist type, give her body. But I gave her
my most genuine smile, giving her a final nudge of "come on".

She looked around, and indeed most of the women were topless, and
luckily they were of all shapes, sizes and ages. "See? Just about
every one of them is doing it. Come on, I like showing you off,
you know that". I guess that did it, because she sat up, took one
last look around then reached back, untying the straps behind her
neck. She then slid them off her arms, and tugged the suit down
until her milky pale breasts came into view. My eyes lit up
seeing them out in the open like this, and my cock throbbed
again. She pushed the suit down until it was well below her
chest, and then quickly laid back down, sighing softly.

"Happy?" she asked, her eyes closing again.

"Very" I replied. Luckily I had my sunglasses on, for I quickly
looked over to the bar. Sure enough, there was the bartender, his
eyes zeroing in on her exposed tits. I smiled to myself, and laid
down beside my wife, still trying to hide my aching cock.

After sitting out for a while tanning, my wife sat up slowly,
stretching and yawned. I leaned over looking, knowing for sure
that she was pushing her tits out for everyone to see. She
smacked her lips noisily, and stated, "I'm thirsty", and started
pulling her top up.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm going to go get a drink" she replied.

"But, why are you putting your top back on?" I said.

"Uhm, cause I don't want to be sticking my tits in the
bartender's face?" she replied sarcastically.  As she started to
pull the straps up behind her head, I grabbed her hands.

"No, don't. Leave it down. Seriously", I said, looking at her
earnestly.

"Are...are you serious? You really want me going over to the
bartender topless?" she replied, eyes wide.

I gulped deep, not sure what I was getting into here. "Yes" I
finally squeaked out. She looked at me for a few moments, not
sure if I was sincere and not sure if she could do it. She looked
over at the bar, her pal busily mixing drinks for a few people
sitting around.

"Well, ok. If you are sure." With that, she let her top fall back
down around her off of her breasts, and she climbed down the
ladder and strode through the water to the bar.

I leaned back in my chair, but my eyes were glued to the scene
only a few feet away from me. She sat down on the stool nearest
the edge of the pool, and was quickly joined by the bartender,
grinning from ear to ear. He was trying not to look, but it was
obvious he was eyeing her large tits as the bobbed in the water.
I couldn't make out their conversation, but I could tell they
were enjoying each other's company from the laughing and smiles.
It was an incredible sight, seeing my wife bare from the waist up
while a strange man stood just on the other side of a bar
obviously enjoying the view.

She sat there for quite a while as other guests came and went
from the bar, all of them barely noticing my wife, though the
occasional guy did sneak a peek as they waited on their drink. In
that time, I did notice that my wife was putting away a lot of
the colorful mixed drinks her friend sat in front of her on the
bar. As time went on, her laughing became louder and her
movements more flirtatious. She didn't drink a lot, so I knew
that all that alcohol was having a pretty big effect on her.

Soon, her friend's shift was over at the bar, and he packed up
his stuff and they talked for a few more minutes as the new
bartender got his things together for the evening. Before he
left, I saw her friend lean in closer to her, almost whispering
something. She leaned closer to him as well, and I could tell
they were trying to talk very silently. Every once in a while,
they looked back at me, which made my cock jump a little,
wondering what they possibly could be discussing. Was he asking
her out? Was she saying she was even married, or not? It was hard
to tell, but as he talked into her ear for one last second, to my
amazement he planted a kiss on her cheek, slowly and gently. Then
he leaned back, grabbed his things, waved goodbye to my wife, and
left the bar area.

My wife sat there for a second longer, probably trying to figure
out everything that he had probably said and done, and then slid
off the barstool back into the water. She moved to the ladder,
and a little clumsily climbed out of the pool. I could tell all
that alcohol was doing a lot to her system. She giggles as she
came over, her tits still swaying a little, her dark pink nipples
hard and excited. I could smell the alcohol on her breath too as
she started putting her bathing suit back on again.

It was starting to get dark at this point, and I asked her what
she wanted to do next, maybe grab some dinner at the buffet or
whatever. Without hesitation, she said "Let's go over to the
massage cabanas". I looked at her suspiciously. These were the
little open air rooms that dotted the areas between the resort
and the beach that were for the free massages the hotel offered.
It basically consisted of a 3 bamboo walls with the openings
draped in a gauzy cloth for privacy, a semicircular booth for
sitting, and a massage table and a small counter attached to the
wall with massage supplies.

My interest piqued, I nodded ok and we headed out to the
boardwalk. As we walked hand in hand, she told me that at night
the cabanas are not used by the staff and are more or less for
the use of the guests to do, well, "whatever", as she put it. I
asked her how she knew this and she replied that the bartender
had told her. I also noticed that as we walked, she would
occasionally look around as if she were searching for someone.

Still heavily buzzed, we found an abandoned cabana and she
stumbled inside, giggling. I followed her in, checking out the
privacy for what I thought at first was going to be a little
spontaneous fun. There was a low watt bulb overhead that barely
illuminated the room, just enough to see but no one outside
could. We looked around for a second, then suddenly she wheeled
around to me and threw her arms around me, kissing me hard. Taken
aback, I quickly steadied myself and returned the kiss, my tongue
parting her pouty lips and sliding into her warm wet mouth. My
hands quickly moved to her breasts as I started to massage them
over her bathing suit. She moaned, her hands now leaving my
shoulders and finding the front of my shorts, squeezing my
quickly hardening cock. I moaned as well, tasting the alcohol on
her breath, our hands fondling each other like teenagers.

She eventually broke off the kiss and whispered into my ear, "I
want a massage". She gave me a wicked look and took couple of
steps back, turning her back to me. With a stare that could melt
steel, she looked over her shoulder as she undid the straps of
her bathing suit. She then started to peel her bathing suit off,
as I watched her bare back come into view, then her voluptuous
ass and finally her thick thighs and calves. She let the suit
drop to the ground and then turned to face me.

My cock ached now, seeing her standing completely naked in the
cabana, with people close enough around us that I could hear them
walking down the path or in the neighboring cabanas. She went
over to massage table, going up the steps and onto the table on
her hands and knees. She sat there for a moment, giving me her
best sexy glance, her tits swaying under her, her large ass
pushed up in the air. I quickly went up to her, giving her a deep
kiss, our tongues twisting around each other.

"You like the view?" she whispered softly into my mouth.

"Oh my god baby, you look sooo good right now" I panted back. I
reached under her, rubbing one of her breasts as it hung there.

"Ah ah. Massage first, big boy" she said, shaking her head. With
that, she laid down on the table on her stomach. I looked around
and quickly grabbed a bottle of massage oil. I started to drizzle
it onto her back and ass, and then went to work rubbing it in. I
rubbed the oil into her back and legs, spending a good bit if
time working on her beautiful ass. Every once in a while I would
let my oil-covered finger slide between her ass, letting the
finger work a little bit each time into her tight anus. Each time
I did she would let out a little moan, her legs opening a bit
each time. Even from where I was touching, I could feel the heat
from her pussy underneath.
Shortly she rolled over, letting me get to work on her front. Her
breasts were erect now, pointy little nips on top of her half
dollar sized areolas. Her legs opened a little, given me a little
view of her freshly shaven pussy. I quickly drizzled oil on the
front and began to massage it in everywhere, starting with her
shoulders before I started to work my way down. Her eyes were
closed, a contented smile on her lips. I started to work the oil
over her breasts, and as I did I started to pull and tweak on the
nipple, making her gasp every once in a while. Her breasts are
very sensitive, so I know this was having the desired effect.

As I rubbed her breasts, I got the strange feeling we were being
watched. I looked up from her and glanced over at the entrance to
the cabana, and to my shock there stood the bartender! I looked
at him wide eyed, not sure what to do. My eyes were on him there,
while his went between me and my naked wife on the table. He gave
me a innocent smile, as if asking for something. Suddenly I
realized what they had been whispering about, and why she had
waited till the end of his shift to go find the cabanas, and why
he had told her about them!

I gulped. This was turning into, after all, the fantasy I had
always had; to see my wife with another man. But would she really
do it? Would it even go that far? What if it WASN'T planned?!
Would she freak out? A thousand thoughts raced through my head in
those few seconds. But after what felt like an eternity, I took a
deep breath and motioned for him to come over to the table. He
walked quietly over, his eyes feasting on my naked wife on the
table. She still had her eyes closed, and as far as I knew hadn't
seen him come in.

I leaned over to him, and said as quietly as I could, "Massage
her. Take my place. Just don't say anything". He gave me a look,
obviously to make sure that was really what I wanted. I gulped,
nodding. I took my hands off my wife's body and his replaced mine
seamlessly. I watched for a few seconds as his hands moved over
her breasts, rubbing the nipples. He continued to work on her
torso as I went to sit down in a nearby chair to enjoy the view,
and because my legs were wobbly from being so nervous. I sat down
behind him and watched his hands as they traveled over her body.

I could feel my heart beating fast in my chest as his hands
expertly worked their way on her, kneading and rubbing her
voluptuously pale body. I almost gasped loudly as I watched him
move down to work on the lower half of her body. He started with
her feet and calves but quickly worked up to her thighs. From the
angle I was sitting it was a little hard to tell, but I was
pretty sure from his hand positions that now he was working the
oil between her legs. Sure enough, her legs opened slightly and
he massaged her inner thighs.

Unable to sit that far away any longer, I went and stood just
behind him, watching him work over his shoulder. His hands
expertly rubbed her inner thighs, working slowly towards her bare
pussy. I glanced up her body, noticing though that her eyes were
still closed, her lips were slightly parted in a way that I knew
he was getting the desired effect. Soon his hands moved up even
more until ever so lightly his fingertips found her pussy.

She gasped as he lightly flicked her pink lips, obviously
engorged and excited from all the attention. He placed his hand
over her mound and easily slid a finger between her lips. She
parted her legs a little more now, her feet now swinging on
either side of table. His finger began to massage her clit while
he slid a finger into her well-oiled pussy with his other hand.
She began to moan louder now and as I glanced down at her face
again, I could see that her eyes were open!

I stood motionless, not sure what to do. She looked up at us, and
our eyes locked. She had that glazed, faraway look she always had
when she was turned on. For her part she didn't say anything and
she didn't try and stop him, she just looked up at me as her
friend continued to work on her pussy.
I couldn't believe this was actually happening, after all these
years. I had dreamed of this day for so long, and here it was
finally happening in front of me. But I still had to wonder if
she would actually go all the way with him. I hoped she did,
while at the same time nervously wanting her not to. I'm sure the
alcohol was helping, and maybe it was the exotic locale. But
maybe even she had finally decided that she had wanted to be with
another man too. But as I stood there, watching this man massage
my wife's body, I knew I was enjoying this no matter what
happened.

After a few more minutes of massaging my wife's pussy, she
reached down placed a hand on his side. He stopped and looked
down at her face and their eyes met. They just stared at each
other for a few moments, just as she and I had so many times over
the years. Then he leaned over, and kissed her. I was awestruck.
My wife's lips had only touched mine for so long that I felt like
I was watching some other couple, and not her and him, kissing.
It seemed so foreign or alien to me, like a dream.

I stood beside him as I watched them kiss. It was amazing to see,
his darker skin and short curly hair, her pale face and long
raven mane. His hands left her pussy and cupped her face as her
arms went around his shoulders. They kissed for quite a while
before she broke off the kiss, and he stood back up, gazing down
at her. She put a finger into the side of his shorts and pulled
her arm upward, motioning for him to stand closer to the top of
the table. He did so, his crotch now inches from her face. She
turned her head to her side, staring at the obvious bulge in his
shorts.

She reached over and began to unbutton his shorts. I stood there
silently as she unzipped them slowly, gently. As she got down to
the end of the zipper, his cock dropped out. I was in awe as it
was quite large, maybe 8 or 9 inches long. Definitely a lot
larger than mine. My wife for her part stared at it momentarily
before reaching up with her hand closest to it and began to
softly rub it. He moaned gruffly, and took a step closer to her
face on the table. She looked at it for a moment and then without
a word placed her lips around the tip. He gasped and his head
went back, his eyes closed in lust.

She leaned over more now still on her back, trying to get more of
his cock into her eager mouth. For his part, he began to lean in
more to her mouth, and started to slowly piston his cock in and
out of her mouth. Her eyes were locked on his waist and chiseled
stomach in front of her, a faraway look as she slurped and licked
on his cock. With his free hands he pushed his shorts down and
off his legs and kicked them off and then went back to massaging
her breasts as she sucked him. Her hand went up and held his cock
steady, rubbing whatever she couldn't get in her mouth. Sometimes
her hand went down, feeling his balls underneath, rubbing them
gently.

Kicking myself out of my trance, I decided to finally get in on
some of the action. As she sucked him and he massaged her
breasts, I moved my hands down to her pussy and began to rub her
as he had been doing earlier. Her legs once again went open and I
found her pussy practically dripping, even without the massage
oil. Her pussy lips and clit were harder than I had ever felt
them before, and I could tell that she could come very quickly if
I kept touching her. I tried to keep a slow steady pace as I
rubbed, not wanting to go to fast. Even so, I could hear her
moaning and could see her chest heaving up and down as her mouth
began to move quicker on his cock.

Suddenly she pushed him away, gasping. She took a couple of deep
breathes before panting, "I want him to fuck me". We all looked
at each other for a second and they both looked at me waiting.
This was it. Was I going to let it happen? Could I really do it?
I looked around the cabana one last time getting my resolve and
nodded emphatically yes. He walked down to the end of the table
and began to climb up the steps. My wife opened her legs wide and
he climbed on the table, kneeling between them. I watched as his
hard red cock shined with her saliva, bobbing between her legs. I
could tell it was swollen and aching for release, just as mine
was, still in my shorts. He stared lustfully as her bald fat
pussy, and I reached between her legs and spread her pussy with
my fingers, letting him see how wet she was inside. With that, he
leaned in, holding his cock in his hand and began to rub it on
her clit. She jumped a couple of times, grabbing the table for
support as he teased her.

"Oh my god, put it in me. I want to feel your cock in my wet
pussy. Fuck me deep" she moaned like I had never heard her
before. He smiled at her, and began to push into her opening. As
he went in, she arched her back up, her breasts taut and her
nipples hard and tight. I watched entranced at the sight of
another man's cock going into the pussy where only I had been for
years prior. I saw as his much bigger cock stretched her hole,
spreading her lips thin around it. He continued to push in until
it had disappeared completely inside her. He held still, his face
a look of pure ecstasy as we wiggled around a little inside her.

"Holy shit, she his hot" he muttered, his Dominican accent coming
through.

I leaned over to his ear him and whispered, "Fuck her good, man".


With that, he began to slowly piston in and out of her pussy, his
cock glistening with her juices each time he pulled out. I moved
to the end of the table for a better look, his cock pushing down
deep and hard with each thrust into her pussy, her legs wide
around his waist. I stood back as they fucked, watching the
contrast of his body on top of hers. They kissed softly at first,
like lovers, but as their need grew he began to kiss her harder
and he fucked her faster. I went to the top of the table and
stared down at them kissing. He broke off the kiss and leaned
back a little as he fucked so he could watch his cock go in and
out of her.

I leaned down to her face, her eyes closed savoring the moment.
"Oh my god, you are so beautiful right now" I whispered to her.
Here eyes opened a little, the narrow slits of her dark brown
eyes just barely visible in a look that I knew meant she was
close to cumming. She just stared up at me as her body got pushed
up the table by his hard thrusts.

"Is he deep inside you right now?" I asked. She nodded, panting a
little.

"Does he feel good?", she nodded again.

"Do you love feeling his big cock inside you, deep in your hot
wet pussy? Is he going to come deep inside your cunt? Is he going
to fill with his come?" I asked.

"OH GOD YESSS!!" she suddenly moaned, her body arching up off the
table. I grabbed her face, and pressed my lips to hers. She
kissed me back hard as I felt her breathe hard into my mouth. I
knew she was cumming hard as she practically screamed into my
mouth. We kissed hard, our lips pressed against each other as she
continued to come. I had never been able to make her come by
fucking her (only by oral), and I could tell she was loving it.

As her orgasm subsided he began to fuck her a little more gently.
We kept kissing as her breathing became more normal. Finally she
broke off our kiss with one last deep pant.

"Oh my god", she gasped, her face now flushed with a dizzy smile
on her face. "That was incredible".

He looked down at her, now just barely working his cock in and
out of her ever so slowly. He smiled down at her before leaning
down to give her a little peck on the lips.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, but its not over yet" he said. With
that, he sat back up and resumed fucking her again in a steady
rhythm. She looked over at me and with a lust in her eyes, and
she began to untie my trunks. I quickly pulled the string and
pushed the shorts quickly to the ground, freeing my stiff aching
cock. She reached up as she did with him, massaging my cock in
her hand. I groaned loud, loving the attention on my cock after
watching everything that had happened so far. She leaned her head
to her side again, and pulled me closer. I presented my cock to
her lips, the tip dripping with precum. She closed her eyes, and
licked it off. I moaned loud and pushed my cock into her mouth.
She groaned and began to massage my cock with her tongue and
lips.

It was a surreal sight. My wife naked and glistening with oil as
a man she had just met a few hours ago fucked her on a massage
table while I worked my cock in and out of her wet mouth. We were
pure animal lust now, using her body to pleasure ourselves. He
put her legs on his shoulders so as to get deeper into her pink
wet pussy while I grabbed her head to fuck my cock into her hot
warm mouth. The only sound the smacking of his body into hers,
the creaking of the table, and three people moaning in pleasure.

Soon it was more than we could take, and his breathing was
getting louder. I could tell by his face he was close to cumming
and even though we had just met him, at that moment I wanted him
to come inside her more than anything. His face contorted, red
and sweaty, and with one last thrust he slammed into her hard.

"OOOOOOHHHH FUUUUUUCCCCCKKK!!!!!" he bellowed, the veins in his
neck popping out, his taut muscles flexing. He grabbed her waist
and ground his cock into her as deep as he could. She pushed up
to meet his thrusts, moaning on my cock as she sucked on me.

"Yeah, that's it! Fill her deep with your come, man!" I cheered
to him. I looked down seeing her face as she looked up at me and
then down at him, trying to coordinate sucking me off while
rotating her pussy on his cock as it filled her to capacity with
hot come. It was more than I could take as I began to fuck her
mouth faster.

"Yes yes yes yes YESSS!!!!" I panted as my balls tightened. I
looked down seeing her lips around my cock and that was all I
needed. My muscles tightened as I drove my cock fast into her
mouth and I began to shoot my come deep. I groaned loud as I felt
my spine melting from the orgasm that was racked my body and my
come was filling her mouth. I quickly pulled my cock from her
mouth and grasping it tight I aimed it right for her face. Wave
after wave of come shot from my cock as I began to cover her face
in my come. She lay there, eyes closed as I came thick ropes of
spicy come over her nose, cheeks and mouth. I was a man possessed
by lust wanting to give her the facial she had never let me do
prior.

As I started to slow down, I pushed my cock back into her mouth.
Surprisingly she took it and sucked the last drops of come from
my cock, causing me to convulse with my waning orgasm. We all
stayed still for some time, my wife on the table, him between her
legs his cock still inside her now raw tender pussy, and my cock
still stuck between her lips, the come dribbling down her face
onto the table.

He was the first to move, leaning back till his cock popped out
of her pussy. I could see the steady stream of come trickle out
her now down her ass, and pooling between her legs on the table.
With a groan I removed my cock from her mouth, shiny from her
saliva. She lay there for a while panting as he moved off the
table, his cock still half erect and bouncing as he put his
shorts back on. I did the same, sliding my trunks back up. He
started to leave, leaning over her to give her a kiss on the
forward and saying "thank you and good night". He then exited the
cabana, through the curtains and out into the warm summer night.

"Help me up" my wife groaned after a few moments. I grabbed her
arms, helping her limp body off the table. She sat up slowly, and
I could tell the room was probably spinning for her, both because
of the alcohol as well as from being on her back for so long. She
reached up with one hand and wiped the come off her face. I
helped her off the table, letting her steady herself on me as she
pulled her bathing suit back on.

We walked back to our room, groggy and hazy as to what had just
happened. We didn't speak, the only sound was the surf pounding
off in the distance. We held hands as we walked along the path
back to our room. Even with the island breeze, I could still
smell the sex on her, the scent of my come still on her face. I
felt my cock hardening at this, and remembering everything that
had just happened. As we got to the room, I unlocked it and let
her in. But before she could do anything, I faced her to the wall
and began to undo her bathing suit. To my surprise, she didn't
fight it as I expected her to. I peeled her suit off then quickly
stripped off my trunks.

"Get on the bed on all fours" I growled in her ear. Without a
word, she climbed on the bed, her ass up in the air, her legs
spread. In the darkened room, I stared at her pussy for a moment,
trying to see if any more come leaked out of her. I climbed onto
the bed behind her and easily slipped my cock into her pussy. It
was definitely looser now, not that I cared. I grabbed her hips
and began to fuck her hard. She let a little moan out as I
plunged into her, her hair hanging down over her head laying on
the bed's comforter. The bed squeaked as I pounded her from
behind, thinking about how a stranger's cock had just been inside
this pussy a short while ago. I stared down, watching my cock in
the dark slide in and out of her cunt. I tried to imagine how
deep he had been inside her, how thick he must have been, how
tight she must have felt to him.

I began to feel myself getting close and I began to fuck her
harder now. I felt her hand going between her legs under us as
she began to rub her clit, trying to get another orgasm herself.
She let out a moan as she rubbed, my hands on her ample hips as I
slammed my cock into her as deep as I could.

"Oh god yes, fuck me. Fuck me hard. Come in my pussy. I want to
feel you come" she panted. I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her
back to me, pulling some of her hair as I did. I looked down one
last time as I shoved my cock into her deep.

"OOOOSHIITTTTYEESSSS!!!!" I screamed loud as I began to shoot my
come inside her. She quickly cried out too as I felt her pussy
grip my cock and I knew she was coming as well. We both grinded
into each other as she moaned loudly into the bed and I shot load
after load of hot come in her pussy, mixing with his.

As our orgasms subsided, we both collapsed on the bed. "Holy
shit. What a night" I gasped. "Mmmmm" was all she could get out.

"Did you have fun? I mean, are you OK with everything that
happened?" I asked her. She just looked at me for a second and
then gave me a soft kiss, the smell of sex and come still
clinging to her body, even now.

"I love you", she murmured.

"I love you too", I said smiling back. With that, we both feel
asleep quickly, dreaming of what the rest of our vacation held
for us.
