HAVING ANNE by HillBilly

Chapter 1 (MF, Mdom, reluc, wife, humil)

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  Tom and I, and my 15 year old daughter Ryan, had just walked
through the big double doors into the main lobby of the Tropicana
Resort, on the west side of Jamaica.  It was our first vacation
as a family, three months since Tom and I married.  It was late
at night when we arrived.  Tom's right arm was around my waist as
we walked toward the desk, and his left arm hung around Ryan's
neck.  I swear I was thinking only of the sand and sun, my first
drink, giving Ryan a vacation she'd remember -- and making love
with my husband as often as we wanted, in one of the world's
beautiful places, for the next 2 weeks.
  And then the world changed.
  It was after midnight and the lights in the lobby were low,
except for the lamps on the reception desk.  At the far end of
the long counter I saw a a tanned, blonde, very young woman in a
red, lightweight dress that ended somewhere in the middle of her
smooth little thighs.  She was facing me, leaning her upper body
against a tall, muscled man considerably older than her.  She
stood with her feet a few inches apart.  In the dim light I could
see a lightweight gold chain dangling between her legs, hanging
maybe two ionches below the skirt.  I looked up from the chain to
her face, and when our eyes contacted, she smiled.  She held my
gaze as our husbands checked in.  Ryan was standing on the other
side of Tom, who was occupied with a clerk, so I'm sure neither
of them noticed the girl or the beautiful man she leaned against.
 The girl began to roll her hips just a little so that the chain
danced in a small circle between her legs.
  Absentmindedly I compared her to myself.  She was obviously
younger and fresher, but my own body was still very lithe and
slim.  I could see why a man my age would pick the beautiful
young woman, but a beautiful man could still pick me also, I
thought.  Not that Tom wasn't wonderful.  But of course he wasn't
-- well, he wasn't obviously a stud like the man at the other end
of the counter.
  She closed her eyes for a moment.  I felt my face flush, and I
tried to resist but couldn't stop watching her.  Her breasts
swayed a little as she rocked, and I could see the outline of her
nipples plainly.  She was hypnotic.  She opened her eyes again
and smiled more broadly.
  Then she turned a little to whisper into the man's ear.  He
bent toward her to listen.  I tried to focus on Tom's
conversation with the clerk, but I watched the other couple from
the corner of my eye.  I saw them both look back at me.  The man
was about the same age as Tom and me, I think, in his thirties.
His eyes were magnetic.
  The man spoke to the clerk helping him, pointed vaguely in our
direction, put a finger over his lips and smiled.  That clerk
paused, shrugged, and took Tom's clerk toward the back of the
room for a conversation.
  Tom and Ryan looked a little puzzled.  "Wonder what that's
about," said Tom to Ryan.
  I watched the man casually survey the room.  There was nobody
else around, and both Tom and Ryan were looking toward the
clerks.  The man rotated the girl back toward me, so that her
little ass rested against him.  He put his hands at her sides and
lifted her skirt.  He lifted it above her crotch and I saw that
the chain attached to a ring that pierced her shaved pussy.  He
dropped the skirt as the clerks ended their discussion.  In a
moment he and the girl walked by us on their way out of the
lobby.
  "Hi," said the girl as she passed.  "Isn't it exciting to be in
Jamaica?"
  Ryan smiled, and Tom said, "Sure, we'll see you around the
pool."
  Neither Tom nor Ryan noticed the man's hand straying to brush
against my thigh as he passed, lightly enough to seem accidental
if anyone had noticed at all.  I gripped Tom a little harder,
didn't speak, and even managed to smile a little.

  We'd booked a small suite so Tom and I could be close to Ryan
but still manage some privacy.  But the suite the porter showed
us was clearly more expensive than the one we'd requested.  The
rooms were large: there were 2 beautiful baths and a huge master
bed.  French doors in the back of both bedrooms led to a balcony
looking over the ocean.
  "Wow," said Ryan.
  "This is a mistake," said Tom to the porter.  "We didn't order
this suite.  Are we paying extra for this?"
  "Don't worry, Mr. Palmer," said the porter, a tall, slim black
man, in that beautiful, funky Jamaican accent.  "We didn't have
your place ready, and this one was unoccupied.  It's our pleasure
to make it yours."  Then he looked at me and winked.
  It was late and we were tired, and we certainly couldn't find a
reason to argue.  We stood on the balcony after he left,
listening to the waves hit the beach.
  "Hello again," said a soft, masculine voice from our right.
  And there they were again.  On the adjacent balcony, holding a
wine bottle, just a short wrought iron railing between their
suite and ours.
  "Wow," said Tom.  "What a great coincidence."
  "I'm Ben Travers," said the man.  "This is Nicole.  I hope
we'll be friends."
  Tom introduced us, and brought Ryan forward to shake hands. 
Ben and Nicole stepped over the railing to our side of the
balcony.  As Ryan murmered mutual greetings with Nicole, it
struck me that those two were much nearer in age than Nicole and
I.  I thought Tom and I probably ought to do something to
discourage my only daughter from making friends with a girl who
wore a gold chain attached to a ring in her pussy.  But neither
Tom nor Ryan had noticed her jewelry in the lobby, and it was way
too dark on the balcony to see much at all.  I did see that
Nicole wore the same dress, while Ben had changed into shorts and
a sleeveless tee shirt.  He was certainly broad in the shoulders,
and he must have been at least six foot four.
  Tom talked a little golf with Ben, who allowed that he was
pretty good.  Tom had scheduled tee times for each of our first
three days here, and for another four days in the two weeks after
that.  "We should play together," said Tom, acceptinging a glass
of wine from Nicole.
  "Yes," said Ben.  "Later in the week for sure.  We have some
other plans for the first few days."  Ben and Nicole smiled at
each other.  Tom laughed and didn't notice Ben's glance toward
me.
  "Sure," he said, putting his arm around me.  "But there's time
for golf and lots of other things besides."  It was silly for him
to pretend coyness for Ryan's sake, I thought: she stood there
with a polite smile, understanding perfectly.
  "Anyway that's OK," said Tom, "but let's do set something up
later."
  And in a few moments the conversation drifted away.  Ryan
yawned and excused herself, and I left too, to shower, leaving
the three of them on the balcony.

  They were still out there chatting when I finished, fifteen
minutes later, so I felt obliged to put a robe over my little
nightgown and rejoin them.
  "Hey Anne," said Tom.  "This is the third trip to the island
for Ben and Nicole.  You should let them show your around while
I'm playing golf tomorrow."
  "We'd love that," said Nicole.  She put her hand on my elbow
affectionately but then in the dim light she ran her fingers down
my arm and danced them over the back of my hand.
  And I knew that I had to stay away from these two.  Maybe even
I had to take some action to keep my family safe from them.  But
I also felt them drawing me in.  I was -- what?  Flattered a
little.  Excited.  Away from home on an exotic island.  A little
hungry for attention, maybe.
  When Tom announced that he was going in to shower himself, he
handed his glass to me.  And left me alone outside with Ben and
Nicole.
  The most surprising part of the interlude that followed was how
quickly it started.  Ben didn't wait to make sure Tom had time to
strip and step into the shower, and he didn't glance toward
Ryan's room to make sure she wasn't stepping back outside.  He
backed me up against the wall of our suite as Nicole watched.  He
put his left hand inside my robe and under my nightgown, lifting
it up until his hand caressed my breast.  He took a large drink
of wine from the glass in his right hand and leaned in toward me.
 I felt his lips, closed, against mine.
  "Open your mouth, Anne," said Nicole.  "Or he'll spill it all
over you."
  So then I realized he hadn't swallowed the wine, and I did
indeed part my lips.  He lowered my head a little and I drank the
wine from him.
  "Stop it," I said.  I reached up to take his hand from my
breast, and felt the strength of his arm.
  He laughed.  "If you want me to let you go," he said in my ear,
"you should probably speak above a whisper.  So either scream, or
drop your arm."
  God help me, somehow I couldn't scream.  And somehow it seemed
to me then that I really had only those two choices, so I did
drop my arm.  I was so scared that Ryan would hear us, or come
out of her room and see us.  Ben and Nicole both chuckled.
  "You're a very good girl," said Nicole.  She took Ben's wine
glass.  His right hand ran along my side, from my breast to my
thigh, then stopped over the elastic of my panties.
  "I don't like these.  My good girls don't wear them."  He
kissed me again, and I let him explore my mouth with his tongue.
  Breathing deep into my ear, he whispered, "Do you think Tom
will fuck you tonight?"
  I couldn't answer.  So he took my nipple between the thumb and
forefinger of his left hand.  He twisted it hard enough to make
me gasp.
  "Now.  Do you think Tom will fuck you tonight?"
  "I don't know," I moaned.
  "You're a beautiful woman," said Ben.  "On the other hand, he
is tired."  His fingers still held my nipple tight.  "It was a
long trip down here.  But tell me this then -- do you want Tom to
fuck you tonight?"  He twisted a little to let me know that he
wanted an answer.
  "I -- guess," I said.
  "Good girls speak in complete sentences," said Ben.  He twisted
harder.  "You know what I want."
  "I guess I want Tom to fuck me," I said.
  "That's a good girl, and a good answer.  If you want him to
fuck you, then make it easy for him.  Take off your panties."  He
twisted just a little bit again.  "Better do it quick, or else
Tom might come back out and then you would definitely end up
doing it in front of all three of us."
  I put both thumbs in the waistband of my panties, and drew them
down over my hips.  They slid to the floor around my ankles.
  "Pick them up and hand them to Nicole," said Ben.  He tweaked
my nipple hard, then released it so that I could reach down.  I
handed my underwear to Nicole.  She tossed the panties over the
edge of the balcony, down onto the beach.  I heard a rustling
noise inside our suite, and knew that Tom was through with his
shower and might return any minute.
  Ben reached between my legs.  "Spread just a little so I can
play with your pussy," he said.
  "Oh God," I groaned.  I parted my legs eight inches or so.   I
knew I was wet.
  Ben rubbed my clit and I sagged against the wall, bending my
legs.  "So," Ben said, in my ear again, "we know who's going to
fuck you tonight.  You hope.  But now tell me, Anne.  Who's going
to fuck you tomorrow?"  He thrust his forefinger inside me and
used his thumb to massage my clit.  "While your husband's playing
golf.  Say it quick and you can still get yourself together
before Tom gets out here."
  By now I was flexing my knees, trying to rub harder against his
fingers.  Trying to cum.  I looked into Nicole's face, then down
her body.  She had lifted her skirt and was fingering the ring in
her pussy.
  "I -- I think maybe you will fuck me tomorrow.  While Tom plays
golf."
  He took his finger away from me.  "You are such an
exceptionally good girl," he said.  "I'll consider it, I
promise."  Then he brought his fingers to my lips.  I smelled my
sex on them.  "Wash these for me," said Ben.  And so I opened my
mouth, and let him insert first his forefinger, then his thumb,
and I sucked my own juice from each.
  Ben and Nicole stepped back over the railing.  They were inside
their own suites by the time Tom stepped outside.
  "Glad we met those two," said Tom.  "You'll have some company
while I'm playing golf."
  Inside, I drew down the sheets and lay on my side in the bed,
drawing the nightgown up toward my waist.  Tom came to bed in his
underwear.  He turned off the light and kissed me gently on my
lips.  He ran his hand affectionately over my side, but didn't
even notice that I was bare under the nightgown.  "What a long
day," he said.  And then he fell asleep. 

