Time-Share and Slut Wife-Share - Part 2
Breakfast Can Be Fulfilling


I awoke groggy but nevertheless refreshed, the Florida
sunshine in a contest with the window drapes to light up
my bedroom.  I reflected upon my arrival the previous
night and making "fast friends" with the resort manager
and his hot wife.  As I did so, my dick ached from its
hardness, making me wonder if it was from my lusty
thoughts or my typical morning "piss hardon."  The 
discomfort didn't last long as I jumped out of bed and 
quickly showered and shaved to ready myself for another
day.  As I located a pair of cut-offs and a t-shirt to put on,
I toked through a bowl of my mulch grade from my stash.
It gave me a nice high in the morning, but not so much that
I felt like going back to bed.  What it did do was work up a
great appetite though!  
The time-share condo that I was staying in had a nice little kitchenette, but having just arrived the night before I had no food to prepare.  No restaurant there either like regular motels or hotel have.  I left my room and decided to drive to breakfast, since I really wasn't sure where I was going to eat and didn't want to walk around all morning hungry and buzzed.  As I headed down the beach highway through Panama City Beach, the day was just getting into the swing of things.  The sun was halfway up in the sky and the tourists were milling about, heading to the beach and strolling past all the beach shops and attractions.  A really diverse mix of people from families on vacation to cruising teens.  Not too many old fuck retirees here like further South in Florida.  That was fine with me!  What really was catching my eye were all the fine little lolitas in way too tiny bikinis.  My mind wandered into a lustful state again as I contemplated their flawless, silken skin...what it must feel like to the touch their fresh, innocent flesh.
It is a terrible thing for a man to hunger for food and sex both at once, so first things first!  I quickly pulled into the large Holiday Inn Resort before I passed by it.  I knew that they usually had at least one nice restaurant.  I quickly found the main dining room which was still serving breakfast, and seated myself at a small table along the window.  There were not too many others  left in the dining room at that time, since it was on the late side for breakfast and too early for lunch yet.  The waitress quickly came to greet me and serve coffee.  I didn't immediately take notice of her, since the uniforms there were not particularly provocative, however I began to notice that she had a cute, petite body hidden beneath that service uniform.  My waitress Janey, as she had introduced herself, moved her perky little bod from table to table serving the food and refilling coffee.  I became occupied with the vision of her; barely five feet tall, bleached blond hair that touched her shoulders, small breasted and petite body.  She appeared to be thirty-something, but nevertheless very sexy indeed.  As she went about her duties, she would occasionally catch me staring at her...returning an impish grin, but not really flirting with me.  She was at least a pleasant visual pastime during my meal.
My daydreaming was interrupted by a family entering the dining room, eventually settling at a table near me.  A typical family...Dad approaching middle-age with the typical big belly and balding head.  Mom was much easier to look at than Dad.  She was  notably younger than her husband and was very attractive in her light sundress....effectively covering what promised to be a dynamite body.  The kids....a boy about 14, and a girl perhaps 10 or 11.  I wondered how Mom could be old enough to have children this old.
They sat a table for four with Dad facing toward the interior of the dining room, Mom to his left so that she was facing toward me, then their son across the table from Dad, and finally the daughter across from Mom. This put the young girl facing away from me, but I was actually able to get a great view of her sweet body from my position.  She wore an oversized t-shirt over her little bikini, so I could get a good look as her smooth, firm thighs extending under the table.
Mom and Dad were obviously arguing about what they were going to do that day.  He wanted to go golfing and she wanted to go shopping.  The kids weren't allowed much into the dialog, but it was clear that they wanted to go to the beach.  I always wondered why the fuck families even try to take vacations together.  They never want to go the same direction.  It was becoming apparent that the conversation was becoming more heated as the minutes passed.  Finally Dad declared his intentions to head to the golf course, as Mom glared at him and the kids sat in silence.
I gave the scene a few minutes....making sure that Dad wasn't going to return.  Then I decided to have a little fun.  As you know from Part One, I am an avid exhibitionist.  This was perfect timing to see what I could develop.  I like to wear cut-off jean shorts that are just long enough that my dick doesn't show when I am walking around.  When I am seated, I can easily control whether or not anything shows and how much.  My dick was already half hard from idly gazing at the daughter's luscious thighs, so when I casually relaxed my legs the show began.  The excitement in me built up and so did my dick.  The only possible people that could view me were Wifey and possibly my waitress Janey if she should return to my table.  I continued to sip coffee and pretend to gaze out the window next to me.  I could still keep an eye on Mom to see if she had noticed anything.  Soon I caught occasional glances in my direction.  After a couple of minutes of this, I made brief eye contact with her.  She quickly dropped her eyes and was soon distracted by the waitress's return to refill their drinks.  Janey the waitress then came to my table to refill my coffee.  I decided to make no effort to cover myself.  Even though perhaps two inches of semi-hard cock protruded from the bottom of my cut-offs, it could be explained as accidental.  After all this was a beach resort and the casual dress that prevailed lent itself to this kind of accidental exposure.  Janey made no obvious notice of my condition, but seemed to have an extra sparkle in her eye.  
Mom got her purse and got up from her table and left the dining room while Janey was refilling my drink.  This made me nervous for a moment until she returned to her table and seated herself again as if nothing was happening.  Her kids were obviously getting impatient to do something other than waste the day away in a boring old restaurant.  Mom still holding her purse in her lap, opened it up and gave each several bills.  I overheard her telling them to go have fun in the video arcade across the street.  When they tired of that, they could go to the beach, but to stay near the hotel and be back to the room by four o'clock.  She told her son to make sure to take care of his sister.  I watched her little girl get up from the table and made no effort to hide the fact that I was leering at her sweet body.  With the kids now gone Mom appeared to simply relax and sip on her iced tea.  I knew better.  I made eye contact with her again, and she returned a slow smile with a steady return gaze.  I slowly moved my hand down to my lap and down my leg.  I drew up the leg of the short so that more was exposed.  I had her full and willing attention.  She in turn slowly opened her legs to reveal that she had removed her panties during her brief trip to the restroom.  
I must stop a moment to remind my readers that people behave in ways that they would never dream of when they are vacationing.  It is a time to not only relax and forget about your responsibilities of job and family, but often a time to let go.  To explore desires and fantasies that are buried from their consciousness in their day-to-day lives.
As a resident of Florida, I have long realized this effect and take full advantage of it.
So now, knowing that I had a closet slut on my hands....I needed to take it to the next level.  This required a little creative thought on my behalf.  I summoned Janie over to order a dessert.  I engaged Janey in idle chitchat as I perused the menu.  All this while I could noticed that Janie had a "hard" time keeping her attention on the conversation.  I also observed the Wife looking on in amusement.  As I continued to occupy Janie with my chatter, I "accidentally" pushed a spoon off the edge of the table.  I feigned an apologetic look as Janey kneeled down to retrieve the utensil from the carpet. By now the Wife was into the game too.  She jostled a chair at her table that drew Janey's eyes toward her direction.  As Janey looked on, the Wife spread her legs wider to expose her bare, shaven cunt to the flustered waitress.  Janey's eyes locked onto the torrid view for a moment before regaining her composure and raising up to a standing posture again.
At this point I steered the conversation with Janey to vacationers.  How they liked to party it up and have fun...even sometimes do things that they could not do at home around their friends and neighbors.  She began to understand where I was leading her and smiled.  I then said, "Janey, would you do me a big favor?"  "What would that be, sir?" She replied.  "First of all, don't call me 'Sir'.  The name is Bob, Janie please call me Bob."  I replied.  As Janie smiled in agreement.  "First of all, I guess by now that you understand that the lady over there and I have getting to know one another in a rather special way."  She nodded acknowledgement.  I continued, "I want you to take this and go to the cocktail lounge next door." Handing her a half-dozen $20 bills.  "I know that the lounge doesn't open until late afternoon, but they probably have a few cleaning staff in there.  Give one of these to each of the people in there and tell them to take a break for an hour or so, and to keep quiet about anything they might see.  Keep the rest for yourself.  When you have finished, return here and invite my new lady friend to join me in the cocktail lounge, OK?"  
Janey's eyes were as big as saucers, and she was positively bubbling with excitement as she took the cash from my hand.  She went off like a spy on a mission, disappearing from the dining room.  By this time, the dining room had really cleared out, with only a handful of people spread at a few places in the huge room.  I looked over at Wife and winked at her as we exchanged smiles.  I reached down to my shorts and pulled the left leg up until my stiff dick was completely exposed to the balls and stroked up on it to the head.  As the drops of precum poured onto the head of my dick, I enveloped them and began to stroke my lubed dick with abandon.  Wife was mesmerized by the sight and emitted an audible moan, as she reached under her sundress in an attempt to quell her own passion.  I knew then that I had her for sure!  We continued our Jack and Jill play until I saw Janey return to the dining room.  I quickly "recovered" myself and returned a reassuring smile to Wife.  It was time for me to leave.
As I entered the cocktail lounge, I could see that Janey had done her work thoroughly.  No one in sight as I stood alone in the huge room with a long rattan bar and dozens of umbrella tables.  Beyond the waterfall were a couple of lounge areas with heavy sofas and lounge chairs.  The only sound was of bubbling water from an indoor waterfall beyond the dance floor.  As I waited, I went behind the bar and searched the coolers for a beer.  I popped open the cold beer and perched on a stool to wait.  I could feel the precum wetting the hair on my leg.  The slippery head of my throbbing dick against my thigh.
I heard the heavy door of the cocktail lounge creak open, and there was Wife.  After spotting me she flashed a million dollar smile and slowly but deliberately walked to me.
As she stood before me, I could tell that she was hot enough to burst into flames at any moment, but a little nervous too.  She wasn't used to letting go and being a bad girl.  Always the loyal Wife and soccer Mom.  But now was her moment to grab hold of her darkest desires.  To take them from fantasy to reality.  The silence was killing her and she seemed frozen like a deer in headlights, so I spoke.  "I am so glad that you came.  Would you like a drink?"
She smiled and said, "That beer looks good, may I have one too?"  I grabbed another beer from the cooler behind the bar, retrieved mine from the counter and walked over to the lounge area, placing the drinks on the coffee table in front of one of the sofas.  Wife had followed me closely, and as I turned I nearly bumped into her.  She seemed to go off-balance for a moment, so I reached out to her arm to steady her.  My hand slid slowly down the soft flesh of her arm to gently hold her hand.  I smiled and said, "My name is Bob.  Please, let's sit and talk - get to know one another, OK?"
"Yes, let's sit down...please," Wifey's legs were wobbly with her nervousness.  "It's such a pleasure to meet you Bob.  My name is Melissa, but please call me Missy.  That's what my friends call me, and I know we are going to be great friends Bob."  Missy's eyes were sparkling with excitement and smoldering with passion.  
"Yes we are Missy, going to become great friends!  It's apparent to me that you are not the average housewife, which is just fine with me.  I want to know more about you though.  Tell me about what makes a lovely, married woman spread her legs to a stranger in public and in the presence of her own children."
Missy became a bit flustered and blushed at my direct reference to her exposure in the dining room.  Slowly, she began to unravel the mystery behind her life.  "It is obvious that my husband Larry is much older that myself.  He is 43 and I am only 24.  The children with us this morning are Larry's.  He was widowed about six years ago under very unusual circumstances.  His first wife began to notice that Larry was spending a little too much time each night tucking in his son David.  Turns out that Larry had been molesting his son for years.  Of course his wife freaked out and sought an attorney to handle the divorce.  The attorney she happened to choose to represent her was my Father.  My Dad is a widower, having lost Mom in an auto accident when I was a twelve year old.  What no one else knew though was that Dad and I had grown intimate in the years following Mom's death.  I had basically replaced Mom in his bed since I was fourteen.  Needless to say, Dad has a rather liberal attitude about parental incest, so he took the details of this divorce case in stride.  Larry's Wife was just the opposite.  She buckled under the pressure of it all, and overdosed on pills before the divorce was even filed.  But not before revealing to my Dad all the smutty details of Larry's molestation of David.  In order to document his client's problem, Dad had his investigator make surveillance videos of a couple of encounters between Larry and David. Larry's real estate development company had made him a very wealthy man, and my Dad chose to use the intimate knowledge of Larry's family life to his advantage."
Missy continued, "I guess I became the pawn in the game, but I have a great life now.  Dad summoned Larry to his office and laid all the facts and consequences on the table.  It was a no-brainer for Larry.  He was to marry me and turn over all financial control of his company to my Dad and myself.  If he refused.....well do I have to explain that?"
I reflected upon this astonishing story that Missy had just revealed to me.  I began to speak for the first time in several minutes.  "Why would your Father surrender his beloved daughter to a certifiable perv just to seal a business deal?"
"Dad got everything he wanted and I did too."  Missy continued, "Dad loves me dearly, but we both knew that the path we had chosen after Mom's death had basically turned me into a little slut.  Beautiful, sweet, intelligent, and socially refined...but nevertheless a slut.  Like any parent, Dad wanted his little girl to have all the material advantages and happiness possible out of life.  He knew that I would not ever be happy as the typical, monogamous housewife.  But I wanted all the stability, comfort, and respectability that comes with a conventional marriage.  I allow Larry to run the household so to speak.  But when it comes to my sexual activities, I am free to pursue whatever I desire.  If there is any serious disagreement between Larry and myself, I only need remind him that his sordid history could still send him to prison.  It helps that I overlook his ongoing activity with David.  Dad takes a nice, fat consulting fee off the top of Larry's business activity, so everyone is happy."
I shook my head in wonderment at the story just unfolded before me.  I was also sexually charged from hearing this tale of a dysfunctional family, and had begun to unconsciously stroke my rock-hard prick snaking out of my cut-offs.  Missy noticed my condition and began to slowly unbutton her sundress, revealing her luscious body to me.  "It looks like you don't have a problem with what I have told you about my crazy family."  "Not at all," I replied.  Missy's tits were now falling out of the dress as she continued to unbutton it, revealing what appeared to be bloated D cups with fat, puffy nipples.  I quickly stood and stripped my t-shirt and cut-offs.  I returned to the sofa facing Missy on my knees and began to rub my throbbing pecker between those fabulous tits.  "My only question for you now Missy.  How much of a slut are you?  How far do you want to go?"
Missy replied, "Larry and I agreed years ago that we would maintain an element of restraint and discretion for the sake of our personal and professional reputation.  We also agreed that anything goes when we are away from home."  
I began to rub my hardon over Missy's neck and face. "Those beers are really going though me, I really gotta take a piss!"  Missy scooted down into the sofa and said, "So, what's your point?" Then laid her head back and opened her mouth wide.  I thought, 'What a fuckin' slut!'  I then let loose with a stream of warm, golden liquid.  The piss flowed onto her face, drenching her dress, her hair, and the sofa.  Missy raised her head and engulfed my pecker and gulped the remaining spurts of my urine.  What I hadn't realized was that Missy had been furiously finger fucking her dripping snatch.  After swallowing the last drops of my piss, she let loose with a shudder and cried out in her own release.  So loud in fact that I was worried that someone may have heard.  Missy was oblivious however and soon started to milk the head of my dick back between her sweet lips.
At that point, my fears were realized, as the door to the lounge creaked open.  In the low light of the closed lounge, all I could discern was a small figure step through the door.
"Mommy?"  I froze in place, like a deer caught in the headlights of a car.  Missy turned and looked toward the door, "Yes dear, where is David?"  The little girl's voice replied, "He went to the beach Mommy, I didn't want to go.  I heard you crying....are you ok Mommy?"
Yes honey, I'm just fine, Missy replied, "Come here, I want you to meet a new friend of mine."
At this point, I was about to shit a brick as the old saying goes.  I couldn't believe that Missy was inviting this little girl over to meet me.  Missy is splayed on the sofa with her dress open, soaked in piss, with a nude man rubbing his stiff dick on her.  As the little girl neared the sofa, I confirmed that it was indeed Missy's stepdaughter.  
Missy introduced us, "Tish I want you to meet our new friend Bob.  Bob this is my daughter Tish."  I was still freakin' as Tish walked to the backside of the sofa so that she faced me.  The sweet little girl just gazed into my eyes and said, "It's nice to meet you sir."
Missy spoke up, "Now greet him properly Tish."  Tish stepped closer and melted into my arms as we kissed deeply on the mouth.  Missy then resumed her cocksucking in earnest.  I continued to explore this little vixen's tiny, warm, wet mouth with my tongue...suck on her soft lips.....and lick her face.  My hands were busy exploring her budding flesh under the baggy t-shirt.  Tish's hands were busy at the base of my dick as it sawed in and out of her Mom's mouth.
I couldn't take much more of this and exploded into Missy's mouth.  I fell sideways onto the sofa and relaxed in the sublime feelings of my orgasm and this bizarre tryst.  
My eyes were closed as I heard Missy instruct Tish, " Now clean me properly honey."  I squinted in the dim light to see the little girl licking her Mom's face and breasts of the cum and piss that I had so recently released.  When Tish had completed her task, I heard Missy, "Now clean up Bob too sweetie."  Oh lord, sweet Jesus!  I felt her wet, velvet tongue clean the dripping goo from from my balls and asshole.  She then continued up the shaft, carefully completing her task.  "Did I do good, Sir?" Tish inquired.  "Yes dear, you are just perfect!" I whispered, "and call me Uncle Bob."  The little waif snuggled up to me and breathed into my ear, "You're going to be the BEST uncle ever!"
As we continued our revelry, no one noticed the person who was now standing in a dark corner of the lounge near the entrance.  Someone else must have heard Missy cries from her orgasm.  Now someone else also knew of the secret, forbidden acts with this little girl.

To be continued in Part Three.





