BBWife: Adventures on Vacation (part 3)

***All of 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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My head was swimming with dreams as I slept. Thoughts of what had
happened the night before drifted in and out of my head, still
not sure if what had happened was real or not, as I had always
fantasized about. My loving wife Melanie had finally fucked
another man, with me there with her as well. It was almost
unbelievable. But it happened.

But as I awoke in the morning, I became aware slowly of a
sensation coming from my cock. As I groggily woke up, I could
feel something wet and warm around it. Rubbing the sleep from my
eyes, I looked down from where I had been laying in our bed to
see my wife's head bobbing up n down over my lap. We were both
still naked from the night before, after our tryst with the
bartender. All I could focus on was the dark head of hair moving
up and down in my lap as I felt her lips around my dick.

The first light of morning shone through the blinds of the window
over our bed giving the room a bluish yellow glow. The only sound
was of a soft slurping coming from my wife's mouth and her softly
panting as she breathed through her nose for air. I froze, not
wanting to break the moment by talking, or even wanting her to be
aware I was awake. I held still, my only movement being my cock
that was rapidly growing inside her warm wet mouth. I wanted to
touch her naked back, to rub her bare shoulders. I longed to
press my hand onto the back of her head, to take a handful of
hair, to shove her mouth deeper onto my throbbing cock. But I
resisted, letting her keep her own pace and depth.

As she started to suck me faster, I felt her hand that had been
holding my shaft slide down to my balls, which she cupped
delicately. Her lips tightened around my member, and her soft
tongue massaged the underside of my cock. Her pace began to
quicken once I reached full erection, and I knew I wouldn't last
much longer. Unable to keep my hands to myself any longer, I
placed my hand gently on her head.

"Don't stop" I groaned as I stroked her hair. She let out a quiet
indecipherable moan as she now used her hand to both massage my
balls and hold my cock's shaft upright into her mouth. I closed
my eyes, letting the sensations of her mouth flow over me. All
that mattered to me at that moment was the feeling of her lips
wrapped tight around my aching cock and that I was going to fill
her mouth with come.

And at that thought, my cock began to spasm as an intense orgasm
started to wrack my body. "AHHHHHH FUUUCKK!!" I bellowed as I
arched my midsection hard upward, shoving my cock deeper into her
mouth, wanting to drive my dick into her throat as far as I
could. I grabbed her head harder now, pushing it down to meet my
thrusting. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed into my body as I
felt my cock splash my hot come into her waiting mouth. I shot
hard, coating her mouth and throat with my warm seed. For her
part, she swallowed everything I gave her and continued to slurp
on my dick, milking every drop from my prick.

As the throbbing subsided, I collapsed back down onto the bed,
breathing heavily. Melanie slowed her sucking, my dick now almost
numb from the overload of sensations. As my erection subsided,
she loosened her grip from my cock and finally let it pop from
her mouth gently, my prick spent and drained. She gave it a final
kiss on the head as it flopped onto my belly, wet and sticky. She
then turned her head to face me, resting it on my chest and
giving me a little dazed smile.

"Good morning!" she quipped and I could tell by her expression
she had been thinking about last night as well. She gazed into my
eyes as I brushed her mussed hair out of her face, a feeling of
pure adoration overcame me. Even after all that happened, she
still looked as beautiful as ever. I stroked her shoulder and
neck softly, and wanting to return the favor my hand worked its
way slowly to her naked breast. But she brushed it away giggling.
She shook her head, and I knew that she meant that just for me.

"Are you sure?" I asked, not wanting to seem ungrateful. She
nodded again, and I shrugged acceptingly. I was a little miffed,
but I knew that if she wasn't in the mood it didn't do any good
to push her. We held hands as I stretched, yawning loudly. She
followed suit, her mouth gaping open, the aroma of my semen in
the air as she yawned too. "Don't do that!" she giggled, and
started to get up off the bed. She stretched as she stood up, her
nipples a little hard as her breasts sat heavy on her robust
chest. I stared at her naked voluptuous body, loving every
beautiful full curve.

She ran her hands through her long chestnut-colored hair as she
headed for the shower. From the bedroom I could hear the water
start and the shower door open. The door clasped shut with a
click, and I laid in bed still dazed from the night before, going
over the events in my head. This caused my still limp cock to
stir a bit, and starting to feel a little frisky again, I hopped
off the bed and headed to the bathroom. I could see her form
behind the frosted glass, the steam emanating from over the top
of the door. I opened it and stepped in, my eyes drinking in the
image of her wet naked body. She turned and looked at me for a
second before going back to washing her face as she face the
shower nozzle.

I reached down grabbing the bottle of body wash and squeezed a
large portion into my hand. Putting the bottle down I rubbed the
soap between my hands and then started to massage it into her
shoulders and back. She groaned and fell forward a little,
resting her head on her arms on the shower wall. As my hands
played over her backside, my cock began to harden again. I
stepped forward, letting it rest along her ass crack. The
combination of water splashing over her back and the slippery
soap created a perfect lubrication as it drained down her body to
her ass, and I began to slide my cock along her ass, letting it
massage the underside of my dick. I watched it glide along her
butt as I continued to wash her back, getting more excited by the
minute.

After a couple more minutes, she turned around facing me, her
face relaxed and glowing. She put her arms around my shoulders,
and pressed her body to mine. She leaned up pressing her lips to
mine. Our mouths opened, my tongue flickering around hers. The
aroma of my come still lingered as we explored each other's
mouths. My cock pressed against round tummy, desperate to find an
opening in her body. She broke off the kiss and grabbed the body
of soap squeezing a large dollop into her hands. She then
proceeded to massage my body with the soap, working up a thick
lather on me. I put my hands up onto the sides of the shower
walls, enjoying the sensations of her hands bathing my body. She
ran her hands all over me, taking special attention to scrub my
cock, now red and veiny from the combination of the hot water,
her ass and her hands. When she was done, I put a large squirt of
soap in my own hands and proceeded to wash her body,
concentrating on her large tits and her steaming cunt. But again,
she batted my hand away after a few moments.

"Hey, I haven't even washed or conditioned my hair yet!" she
giggled. She handed me the bottle of shampoo and turned back
facing the nozzle again.

"Oh yay." I exclaimed sarcastically.

"Hey, you already got some." she retorted.

"I can't have seconds? What kinda breakfast is that?!" I joked as
I squeezed some shampoo into my hand.

"Yeah well, I want REAL breakfast. I'm starving." She replied.

"Hey, you already ate some breakfast, in a way." I snickered. She
replied by kicking her leg back at me, hitting me on the kneecap.
I laughed as I started to work the shampoo into her hair, again
pressing my cock against her ass. After washing her hair we
rinsed off, dried, and headed back to the bedroom. I still held
out hope for seconds, but seeing her going straight for the
suitcase, I sighed loudly. She rolled her eyes, gave me her usual
"you hornball" look and began getting dressed, putting on her one
piece brown bathing suit and a wraparound white skirt. I wiggled
into my trunks, trying to stuff my still hard prick into them. I
concentrated on non-sexual things, trying to get my erection to
go down before we headed out to the restaurant at the resort.

We left our room, stepping out into the hot tropical sun, which
even at this early hour was beating down hard. I looked around
nervously as we made our way to the restaurant, wondering if we
were going to bump into our bartender friend. What would we say?
Would it be awkward? Would he even speak to us? What if he wanted
to be with Melanie again? He obviously enjoyed her last night.
Would she want to? Would I be up to let him fuck her again? What
if she started to have feelings for him, not just sexual ones? My
mind reeled as we walked into the dining hall, but luckily so far
there was no sign of him. Of course, if he was working today, he
would probably be at the bar again.

We found a table and headed to the buffet, filling our plates to
capacity. Famished, we dug in to our food. When we had finally
had our fill, we headed through the doors back out into the
blazing sunshine. I thought about trying to divert her to the
beach today instead of the pool area, but decided that if she
wanted to see him again, there was nothing I could do to stop
her. It had happened, after all, with my encouragement. I had
instigated the entire incident, so I had to deal with that. So
with that I let her lead the way, and indeed she started off to
the pool. I gulped, butterflies filling my stomach as we
approached the area. I glanced quickly to the bar in the pool and
to my somewhat relief, there was no sign of her friend. She made
no mention of this as she grabbed a couple of patio chairs,
laying them out flat and dropping our towels and sunscreen onto
them. If she was looking for him she made no obvious intention of
the fact.

After applying sunscreen she pushed the skirt down and dropped it
on the chair and headed for the pool. She slid down the ladder
into the blue depths of the pool. I soon joined her as we swam
around a bit before heading over to the pool bar, which even
though our friend wasn't working, still caused me to get a little
anxious. We sat down on a couple of the stools and ordered our
first drinks of the day, hers some colorful concoction heavy on
the rum, and mine a bottle of the national beer of the Dominican,
Presidente. She sucked hers down quickly before ordering another
of some other various rainbow colors. We held hands on the bar as
we sat around, drinking in the sights and sounds of paradise.

"You want to go over to the whirlpool?" she said glancing at me
expectantly.

"Nah, too hot for me right now. You go ahead" I replied. She
leaned over, giving me a kiss on the cheek before hoping off her
barstool. Holding her drink above water level, she made her way
over to the alcove that hid the whirlpool from the rest of the
pool area. I sat there for a quite a while longer, enjoying the
views of the various women walking around, a few them topless as
always. I smiled to myself, sipping my beer and watching the
patrons swim back and forth from the bar where I was sitting.
Glancing over to where our towels were, I noticed that Melanie
hadn't returned. I looked over the pool and realizing she wasn't
there, I figured she was still in the whirlpool.

"God, how can she stand that? Its way too hot to be in there
right now" I thought to myself, and reluctantly hoped off my
barstool. I left my empty bottle on the bar and swam toward the
alcove. As I got closer, I heard my wife's voice, as well as that
of a man's. She was laughing and talking loudly, and I was
curious as to who she was conversing with. It was a deeper
heavier voice, with an accent I couldn't quite place. I stopped
at the opening of the alcove and peered around the plants that
decorated the entrance. She was leaning back with her arms on the
edge of the pool, a broad smile on her face, obviously enjoying
the conversation from the expression on her face. Her breasts
were above the waterline, and what's more her nipples her
piercing the material of her suit. Whoever she was talking to was
probably enjoying the view.

I leaned over more, and saw there was only one other person in
the whirlpool with her. He was an older man, looked to be in his
late 40s, with a thick head of graying hair. He was tan, and from
the looks of it fairly fit for his age. When he talked his dark
blue eyes danced and a mouth full of perfect teeth shown whenever
he laughed. He was kinda handsome I had to admit, and seemed to
be very charming, judging from my wife's reaction.

I watched the two of them for some time as I stood there peering
into the alcove. Her body language clearly indicated she was
taken with him, to what extent I didn't know. It was fun to watch
and listen the two of them flirt though, at least I guessed they
were flirting as it was hard to hear well over the sounds of the
whirlpool. I wondered if she knew him already, as she seemed
clearly comfortable with him. No one else came or went as they
talked, they were always alone the entire time. I decided to stop
being a snoop and try and join them. I took a deep breath and
walked through the water into the alcove.

Melanie looked over and smiled. "Hey" she said cheerfully as the
man glanced at me smiling with those perfect teeth, wide and
friendly. "This is Charles. Charles this is my husband". She
motioned to me, and Charles leaned over the edge of the
whirlpool, extending his hand to me.

"Good to meet you. Your wife has told me all about you" he said
in what I realized now what a British accent. I took his hand,
shaking it thoroughly. "Would you care to join us? Plenty of
room." He arched his arm behind him as if giving a demonstration.


"Well, I dunno. I don't want to interrupt anything" I replied
giving my wife a sly smile. To my surprise, she refrained from
acknowledging my comment, neither confirming nor denying the
obvious tone of my remark. She simply glanced away and took a sip
from her drink, and from the look of the two other empty cocktail
glasses sitting near her head on the side of the whirlpool, she
was probably quite buzzed at this point.

"Nonsense" he exclaimed. "The more the merrier. Hop in with us".
I shrugged and climbed the rim separating the pool from the
whirlpool. Sinking in, my skin burned temporarily from the heat
of the water as I exhaled sharp through my teeth. I sat down
taking an equal distance between Melanie and Charles, sitting
across from them. I leaned my head back against the side, my eyes
darting back and forth curiously at them, trying to gauge any
apparent chemistry between them.  Did the night before with the
bartender open some Pandora's box within my wife, or was I just
reading too much into this? After all, they were just talking.

"I've been enjoying your wife's company" Charles stated, a smile
still stuck on his face. "She is quite the little hostess, at
least here in the tub". He glanced over at her, she returning his
compliment with a smile. He then proceeded to tell us that he was
from the UK, and was an executive at some large manufacturing
company. He was divorced with a couple of older children back in
Britain, and was not interested in marrying again any time in the
future. And due to his level at the company he was able to take
quite a few vacations a year, a few of which being to the
Dominican where he actually owned a suite here at the resort.

"I'd love to show it to you", he said. "From the first time I
vacationed here I knew I wanted to have my own personal quarters,
ready just for me from the moment I walked in the door. It's
wonderful for entertaining guests, and new friends." He raised
his highball glass a bit in the air to us, and we returned the
compliment. He was definitely friendly and outgoing, confident
but not cocky. And obviously charming. Maybe I was reading too
much into this. And because of my wife's mild inebriation, I
couldn't tell how interested she was either. I was sure she found
him attractive, but to what extent was she attracted to him?

"Maybe I could treat the both of you to dinner at the Sea Palm?"
he exclaimed. My wife and I suddenly looked at each other. The
Sea Palm was the resort's top of the line restaurant, very
exclusive and very expensive. I know Melanie has been dying to go
from the moment she looked through the window into the dining
area. We had been hoping for one nice night out, and she had even
brought a fancy dress for the occasion. But once we saw the
prices, we figured there was no way we could afford to go. Now,
here was our chance.

"Uh sure, we'd like that" I said, my wife nodding in agreement.

"Thank you" she added smiling sweetly at him.

"Wonderful. I hated the idea of dining there by myself, seeing as
you both are the first people I've met here that haven't driven
me mad" he replied with a chuckle. "Well, I have some emails and
phone calls I need to make. Duty calls, even on vacation after
all. But I will see you this evening at 7."

He nodded to us both and climbed out of the whirlpool, giving a
lingering look at Melanie. This was the first time I had seen
anything other than his head and arms above the water, and he was
definitely in nice shape I had to admit. Thin and toned but not
muscular, he obviously took care of himself, even at his age. I
glanced over at my wife to see her watching his every move as his
body glistened with water and he proceeded to towel off. He
slipped on his flipflops gave us a final wave and a smile, and
was off.

 I looked over at my wife, trying my best not to smile too much
or give my perverted thoughts away. After all, it was all I could
do to get my wife to have sex with a stranger the night before.
Surely she wouldn't do it all over again the very next night with
a completely new stranger. I shook the thought from my head,
thinking there was no way it could happen. I wasn't even sure I
would want it to anyway. Last night was fun, but it did open the
doorway to thoughts of my wife no longer being satisfied with sex
with me in lieu of better lovers out there. And what if she
started to have feelings for another man? Who's to say she
wouldn't one day leave me all together. I shivered at that
thought.

We didn't speak of Charles or the night before at all for the
rest of the day as we lazed around the pool area (her bartender
friend never made an appearance anywhere either). After lunch in
the dining hall and some time on the beach, Melanie figured it
was time to get ready for dinner. We had both been enjoying the
free drinks most of the day, so I could tell by her speech she
had a small bit of a buzz going on. We got back to our room,
where we proceeded to shower together.

And thanks to a combination of the alcohol we had consumed and
the mood in the air, I ended up fingering her to a surprisingly
strong orgasm (again wondering if she was thinking of bartender
or maybe even Charles), her leg up on the side of the tub as she
stood, holding my shoulders for support as she moaned into my
ear, my fingers sliding back and forth against her hard clit and
into her soaked pussy. She then knelt down, her lovely long brown
hair wet clinging to her body, giving me a blowjob that resulted
in me coming on her gorgeous full tits. Her big brown eyes stared
up at me as she stroked my throbbing cock towards her chest, send
jets of ropy come splashing onto her breasts.

I exited the shower first, as she usually takes longer in the
shower anyway, and of course needing to get my sticky come off
her body. I headed to the bedroom to take my suit out of our
luggage, as the restaurant was strictly formal dress. But after
digging frantically through the bag, I realized that I had
forgotten to put my suit in the luggage after I had gotten it
back from the dry cleaners back home.

"What's wrong?" she asked after she had turned the water off and
was toweling off, seeing me shuffling through the luggage

"I..uhm...sorta forgot to pack my suit" I replied quietly over my
shoulder to her.

She stopped drying off and sighed loudly, obviously angry.
"Great. Just great. Well, there goes dinner". She huffed as I
watched her dry her body off. Even at this moment, my cock still
throbbed a little stared at her. But then, it suddenly came to me
how to handle this. It was risky, but at the same time my mind
ran wild with the idea.

"Well, no. Dinner isn't ruined". I gulped, carefully thinking if
what I was about to say is really what I wanted. "You
could...still go to dinner. Just...you and Charles". My eyes
darted up to her, trying to read her face for a response.

She shook her head. "No. I'm not going to go by myself". She
started to brush her hair, which always causes her to stick her
tits and ass out.

"It wouldn't be by yourself. It would be you and Charles. Come
on, you've been wanting to go to that restaurant since you found
out about it.  It will be fun! Don't blow this chance!" I
exclaimed.

I wasn't sure if she was getting my double meaning there or not.
I hoped she was, and I hoped she wasn't, in a way. After all, my
dream to see her with another man had finally come true, and I
still hadn't fully processed the event before here I was trying
to throw her into the arms of yet another man. And last night, I
had been there with them, even participating. Now, it was going
to be her and another man, alone. I wasn't sure I was ok with
that. Not that anything would necessarily happen, but it was a
possibility. If Charles saw her coming in alone, would he assume
that it was ok to sleep with her? Did he think we might be
seasoned swingers or something? And what if something bad
happened to her? Maybe Charles wasn't as nice as he seemed to be.
And even if something happened, would she even tell me? After
all, if they ended up having sex, they could always go back to
his suite, which obviously was a lot nicer than our room. No real
way I'd ever know.

All these thoughts swam through my head as I waited for her to
respond. I could tell she was gauging the pros and cons. She
needed that little extra push. I tried to crack a coy smile.
"Besides, you haven't been out on a date with anyone else since
high school. Might as well take advantage of it now". I tried to
appear reassuring. She was scanning my face, her eyes trying to
read mine.

"Well...are you sure?" She asked sweetly.

My stomach exploded with butterflies. I knew for sure then that
she was going to go to dinner with him. I almost felt dizzy. I
nodded slowly. "Yes, I insist" I managed to squeak out. She
looked at me for a couple of more seconds before shrugging and
continued to dry and comb her hair. I sat down on the bed, my
legs getting weak. My mind raced with the possibilities of their
date. I reached over grabbing the TV remote and switching it on,
desperate for a mental distraction. I took the room service menu
and perused my options, trying to find something that sounded
appetizing.

But even with these things my eyes continued to dart into the
bathroom, watching my naked wife get ready for her date as she
styled her hair and applied her makeup. I tried to look
nonchalant as she picked out her panties for the evening, to my
surprise a rather racy black thong. I looked away to the TV,
wanting to appear that I didn't notice. She slid on a black
strapless bra, clasped it and then went into the walk-in closet
of our room and took out her dress, a little strapless blue satin
number. She stepped in, pulling it up her body before walking
over to the bed beside me.

"Zip me up?" she asked, her back to me as she held her hair up. I
reached over, my hand shaking a little, and drew the zipper up
her back. She went back to the bathroom, checking her makeup and
hair one last time. She then turned off the bathroom light, and
walked out grabbing her small purse from the table.

"Well, how do I look?" she asked, standing at the foot of the bed
with a shy smile on her face. She looked gorgeous. The dress was
tight and accented all her great curvy features. Her bare
shoulders definitely added as sexy aura, and her always tasteful
makeup and long dark brown hair finished out the ensemble. And
with every second I slowly began to regret my decision. I tried
to appear reassuring.

"Wow. You look fantastic!" I exclaimed. "Have a really good time.
Enjoy yourself. You deserve it." She walked over to the side of
the bed, leaning down to me. Her hair tickled my nose as I felt
her breath on my face. She planted her lips to mine, her mouth
opened and her tongue snaked into mine. I returned the kiss,
swirling my tongue around hers. My cock jerked a couple of times
and slowly started to grow.  She broke the kiss after a few
seconds and turned to the door. She slipped on a pair of modest
heels and opened the door. Waving and blowing a kiss, she stepped
out and closed the door behind her.

There I was, all alone. My wife was headed out for her date with
another man. I could barely contain myself as I surfed through
the channels finding nothing to watch. Every minute that ticked
by felt like an eternity. I ordered some room service and picked
at my dinner some. I drank a few shots from the mini-bar, hoping
to sooth my nerves. I thought about heading out to one of the
poolside bars, but I didn't want them to possibly walk by and
think I was spying on them. I couldn't even bring myself to go to
the beach for fear of running into them there. After a couple of
hours, I decided to try and zone out as best I could. I killed
the lights, curled up under the covers and stared blankly at the
TV on whatever was showing. As time passed, I slowly nodded off
to sleep.

I awoke to the sound of the door opening. My eyed bolted open,
but I didn't move. I stared at the clock beside the bed. It read
5:03. My heart went up in my throat. I sat frozen, pretending to
be asleep. I could hear the sounds of ruffling material, as I
suspected Melanie was slinking out of her dress. In the darkness
I saw her silhouette as it moved to the bathroom and the door
shut. The light went on from the beam of brightness that emanated
from under the door. I heard her toilet flush as I stared at the
door. The light went out again and I closed my eyes shut trying
to appear asleep. The bathroom door opened, and after a few
seconds I felt my wife lift the covers and crawl into the bed
beside me.

The first thing I noticed was that she reeked of alcohol, but
also of men's cologne. This only helped to ensure what I
suspected had happened. She moved beside me, spooning me. Her
body was a little clammy and she continued to breathe her
booze-soaked air on my ear. I stayed frozen; my eyes open in the
darkness staring at the bathroom door as I felt her cuddle up
beside me.

"Honey? Are you awake?" she whispered. After a couple of seconds
I felt her arm sliding over mine, her hand moving to my waist.
Her hand searched, finding my semi-hard cock and gently began to
stroke it. My heart was pumping fast, my brain dizzy. I squirmed
a little, giving into the sensation of her warm hand embracing my
hardening cock. I was upset, even a little angry, but also turned
out. Would I get to find out what happened? Where had she been?
What was she doing? I had a good idea obviously, but I was hungry
for details.

After a few minutes, I rolled over on my back, her hand still
wrapped around my cock as she rubbed me. In the darkness, I could
see that her hair was mussed, the outline of it wild and
disheveled. I gulped quietly, trying to find what to say, but not
wanting to break the mood she was apparently in.

"What happened?" I said quietly in the inky darkness. She said
nothing, but threw back the covers that still were on us. Without
a word, she leaned down, taking my cock into her mouth. I moaned
softly, her lips starting immediately to work their way up and
down the length of my shaft. I placed my hand on the back of her
head, grabbing a handful of hair. I began to work her mouth up n
down on my cock, going so far as to give her hair a little pull
as I guided her.

As my body surged with sexual lust, I began to almost get angry,
forcefully smashing her head down onto my cock, trying to bury it
in her wet throat. She took it, even when I held her hair down,
the base of my cock grinding into her nose. After a few minutes I
let her up and she lifted her mouth from my cock, gasping. I saw
her form rise up against the bare light outside the drapes of our
room, her head thrown back, her chest heaving. She took a couple
of breaths and then leaned down on top of me, her face in mine. I
could definitely smell the alcohol and cologne now, but now I
smelled something new. It was come. I was smelling another man's
come in her mouth. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I
shivered at the aroma, unable to find the words.

But before I could speak, she smashed her mouth on mine, giving
me a hard kiss. I felt her straddle my waist and quickly she slid
her pussy down over my cock. It was soaking wet, fluids pouring
out over my balls as she fucked against me hard. We kissed deep,
her body pounding down onto mine. Her body heaved up and down as
she pistoned on top of me, working my cock deep with long fast
strokes into her hot snatch. She started to pant as she was
giving herself quite a workout. She leaned down again, kissing me
hard, the aroma of our sex mixing with the other scents on and in
her body. She broke the kiss, leaning close to my ear.

"Fuck me in the ass" she whispered as she continued to grind on
me, her voice low and sultry. "Fuck me in the ass like the slut I
am". My cock throbbed at hearing this language from her, making
me want to know even more what happened to make her this way. But
again before I could speak she lifted herself off my cock. I
heard it give an audible smack as it slapped against my belly
where it popped out of her cunt. I watched in the darkness as she
rearranged herself on all fours in front of me.

Not wanting to miss a chance to fuck her voluptuous ass, I sat
up, positioning myself behind her. Usually I would have used a
good amount of lube,  making it more comfortable for us both. But
unfortunately we didn't bring any. Not that it really mattered;
her pussy had been so wet it provided plenty of lube. I placed my
hand on her ass, tracing the crack with my thumb until I found
her puckered asshole. I held my cock with my other hand, and
began to press it into her.

"Ooooh god yesss!!" she hissed. "Fuck my tight ass! I want to
feel you come in my ass hard!" I slowly slide the length of my
cock into her amazingly tight ass, savoring the moment. She
rarely lets me fuck her in the ass, so this was a rare treat
indeed. And because we don't fuck this way often, her ass is
always super tight.

I pushed in, her sphincter creating a tight ring around my dick
almost squeezing it too hard. I sunk down till my entire length
was inside her. I reached down with both hands, grabbing her
ample hips and held her still. She moaned, trying to rotate her
ass a little against my cock inside her, motioning me to start
fucking her. I held her for a few more moments, then I released
her hips, wanting her to set the pace. I wanted her to work for
it, to make her put the effort into making me come. For her part,
she definitely made it worth it. She would slide forward just
enough till almost my head popped out of her. Then she would push
back against me, my throbbing prick sliding back into her
asshole. She would rotate and arch her hips up and down, trying
different motions creating new sensation that traveled through my
dick into my body. Each time she would slide it back inside her
ass she would gasp a little, moaning incoherently under her
breath.

After a few minutes I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. I
decided to take over as I grabbed her hips and slammed my cock in
hard as far as I could. She let out a cry and I began to fuck her
harder than I ever had. I shoved my cock in and out of her tight
ass mercilessly, desperate to fill her ass as deep as I could.
She bent her head down, screaming into the comforter as I rammed
her ass, my balls starting to tighten. With a few more thrusts I
pulled her hips to me while plunging my cock in.

My cock spasmed, and I began to jet strong shots of hot come into
her ass. I held myself deep, the orgasm so intense I was afraid I
was going to pass out if I moved. Even so, Melanie's ass squeezed
my cock as she wiggled her hips a little, causing my body to
convulse with pleasure. Spasms wracked by body as I deposited my
warm seed into her tight. I held her tight as my coming subsided,
letting her sphincter milk every drop from my deflating cock.
When I could take no more I fell back, my cock popping out making
a wet sloppy noise as it did. I collapsed on the pillows, panting
for air. Melanie stayed on all 4s for a moment before falling
forward, her body spent and weak.

After a few minutes, she turned around on the bed, and worked her
way up beside me. She laid over me on her side, nuzzling me. She
was clammy again, but warm now. She kissed my cheek, reaching
over with her her hand, interlacing her fingers with mine. We
both laid there silently, letting our bodies cool off in the
crisp cool air of our room.
