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Vacation Doesn't Count: Another Hot Wife Tale by J
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VACATION DOESN'T COUNT
Another Hot Wife Tale
by J. Boswell
Chapter One
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The Cottage
Last year, I was recruited by a large international company
based in London. The package that they offered me was too good
to turn down, and one of the most pleasant perquisites was a
working tour of the resorts it owned and managed. My wife,
Sondra, was thrilled at the prospect and we lined up her parents
to watch the kids for the five week trip.
Sondra and I have been married for fourteen years, and have
three kids, Jessica (12), Todd (9), and Mike (6). We are both 34
and fight the battle against aging, with Sondra winning in
spectacular fashion. At 5'4", Sondra carries a hard, firm body
with beautiful legs, a tight ass, slim waist and absolutely
marvelous, large, high, round breasts on a perfect 108 pound
frame. Always the perfect "lady," bordering on "prim and
proper," I was looking forward to seeing her in the tiny bikinis
and revealing one-piece bathing suits she had purchased for our
trip. I had especially enjoyed closely examining the results of
her major "bikini-wax" treatment, that left only a short, narrow
"Mohawk" of auburn hair around her pink pussylips.
The first leg of our tour took us to the Caribbean for stops
on several islands. Our first accommodation was in a beautiful
beach cottage, with all the luxuries one could ask for. My
duties were light, consisting of being introduced to the
management staff and attending a few business meetings, and
Sondra spent her free time sunning and shopping.
On the third day, I returned to the cottage to find Sondra
putting on quite an erotic little show for four college guys, 18
or 19 years old, who were on Spring Break and staying at the
cottage next to ours.
I had entered the house from the front (which was the second
story in the back) and, as I walked out on to the deck, the sight
before me froze me in my tracks. To my utter surprise and
disbelief, my normally proper wife was lying on the chaise
lounge, sunbathing in the nude. Even more erotic, was the fact
that from my high vantage point, I could see four boys avidly
staring through the separating fence at my wife's lush charms.
What I didn't know, but soon found out, was that Sondra was well
aware of her audience. I faded back out of obvious sight to
watch.
Soon, Sondra sat up in the chaise, facing the boys, and
began to smooth suntan lotion on her naked body. She glistened
in the sun from the oil, and I watched her slowly rub the stuff
all over her large breasts and hard nipples, down over her flat
stomach and on to and between her thighs. Over the next hour,
Sondra turned several times, making sure her audience saw all of
her, and once more rubbed her chest with the lucky oil.
My cock had been rock hard for the hour, and now I started
to lightly caress it. I think it was only peer pressure keeping
the boys from doing the same.
Finally, Sondra stood and stretched, and then turned her
back to the boys and bent at the waist to pick up her towel,
giving them the perfect shot of her pussy and anus. She walked
over to the outside shower and began the most sensuous shower
imaginable, lathering up her magnificent body and caressing her
nipples and cunt.
As she dried herself, I zipped up in time to meet her as she
entered the cottage. She was surprised to see me home and
immediately looked guilty. I took her into my arms and told her
I had enjoyed her performance on the patio. She blushed and
looked down. The lump was obvious in my pants.
"Justin, will you please fuck me? Right now?"
We fucked there, on the floor, with Sondra getting lost in
her intense orgasm, and me blowing the biggest wad of cum I had
ever shot into her hot, wet cunt.
Afterwards, both of us soaking in the hottub, Sondra
apologized for exposing herself to the boys and told me how
ashamed she was. I asked her if she was really ashamed, or just
embarrassed because I had caught her. She coyly admitted that
the latter was true and went on to admit that, other than
actually making love with me, she had never been more sexually
excited in her life. I told her the sight of her naked and
fondling herself in front of other men had made me as hot as I
had ever been, too, and that I enjoyed watching her finally
beginning to let go of her strong inhibitions.
And then, off-handedly, I said the crucial words that
changed our vacation, our marriage, our lives -- "Besides, Dear,
we're on vacation, and what happens on vacation doesn't count
when you get back to the `real world.'"
That night, after dinner, Sondra and I were cruising the
main shopping and nightclub strip and went into a beer joint
advertising a wet T-shirt contest to draw in all the college guys
on break.
The place was packed and too loud to talk, and the emcee was
working the crowd, trying to get the girls up on stage and into
t-shirts. When he spotted Sondra, all pink-flesh and cleavage in
her halter-top, he brought the spotlight on her and began
coercing her to join in the festivities and "show the boys what a
real woman looked like." The crowd was behind him one hundred
percent, and it was obvious he wasn't going to take "no" for an
answer. Sondra looked across the table at me and I could see the
excitement sparkling in her beautiful green eyes and I nodded.
Sondra and nine college coeds disappeared into the back and
reappeared wearing thin, white, cotton t-shirts. Their nipples
were easily visible through the thin material. They paraded
across the tiny stage and Sondra looked spectacular in the
t-shirt, short denim skirt and high heels, holding her own
against the younger girls.
Finally, to the roaring approval of the crowd, the wetting
began and the women might as well have been naked from the waist
up. There were good bodies, and then there were great bodies,
and the contest was obviously between Sondra and two other girls.
I watched the mother of my children strutting up and down the
bar, jiggling her breasts at the crowd, showing them off in the
now-transparent shirt.
To my surprise, one and then more of the girls stripped off
their wet shirts and bounced their naked tits in the faces of
their appreciative audience. Not to be outdone, Sondra ripped
the wet cotton off her chest and proudly displayed her wonderful
breasts to the young crowd.
Unfortunately, Sondra lost out to a co-ed with even bigger
tits and a better over-all tan. As the winner was being crowned,
the guys helped the women down from the bar and there were a lot
of free feels going on. The band started up again, and I watched
in amazement as my wife joined a few of the other girls and
danced topless among the throng of horny guys! Being the "old
lady" of the crowd certainly didn't affect her popularity as I
watched the men jostle each other to get next to her.
She disappeared into the gyrating crowd and after about an
hour, reappeared at my table. She was still naked from the waist
up, out of breath, and the finger marks on her breasts were
obvious. She was smiling a huge grin.
"Justin, you have to get me out of here, NOW! Because I
want to fuck and pretty soon, it won't matter to me with whom!"
I took off my outer shirt and she casually put her arms in
it, but didn't button it. We then headed out the door and back
to our cottage. We had gone only a few feet down the street when
Sondra stopped and looked into my eyes.
"I'll never make it back home. Follow me!"
We stepped into a dark alley between two buildings. Sondra
bent over to lean on a trashcan and hiked her tight skirt up over
her hips. Her white panties looked like they were glowing in the
dark.
I opened my zipper and pulled out my hard cock. I was more
than ready to fuck this hot piece of ass before me.
"Now, Justin! Fuck me! Either rip my panties off or fuck
me right through them! I need a cock inside me, now!"
Turned on by the spontaneity and raw sexuality of the
moment, I roughly clawed my fingers into the soft material and
ripped them open for my attack. Sondra moaned, and then moaned
again, as I buried my prick up to my balls into her hot cunt on
the first stroke. The act was no more than rutting -- two hot
creatures throwing themselves at and into each other because they
couldn't take another breath until their mating was done.
When I came, it was an explosion. I could feel my cum
squirt out of my cock in long, powerful spurts. My knees
weakened, my breathing was ragged, my fingers and toes were
cramping into tight curls.
Sondra stood up and looked at me. She ripped off the
remaining strands of her panties and wiped my cock clean. She
smiled as she reached her hand under her skirt and brought her
wet fingers to her mouth. She tasted our juices.
"That wasn't bad, stranger. Are you in town long?"
The next morning, after I returned from my early meeting,
Sondra told me to go up into the loft because she was going to
test me to see if I meant what I said about vacations the day
before.
She then called the boys in the nextdoor cottage and asked
if one of them could bring over the room service menu, as she had
lost ours. When the doorbell rang, she slipped on her short,
white satin robe, through which her hard nipples were clearly
visible.
To Sondra's obvious surprise, three boys stood at the door
when she opened it. She invited the three clean-cut, handsome
boys in and thanked them for the menu. One of the boys remarked
about it being a great idea to have a hottub in the livingroom,
and that their cottage didn't have one at all.
Sondra smiled and invited the boys to use the Jacuzzi with
her. The boys thanked her and said that they would be right back
in their trunks, but Sondra opened the sash of her robe and let
it fall to the floor, saying that the hottub was made to be
enjoyed naked.
The boys quickly fumbled out of their clothes, keeping their
eyes locked on Sondra's naked body as she slipped into the
swirling water.
When all four were in the water, Sondra asked if any of them
would like their back rubbed. In brash reply, the most brazen of
the three boys reached over and filled his hands with my wife's
round tits. Sondra immediately filled her hand with the nearest
hard cock, and the guy with his hands all over her tits stood up,
with his erection only inches from Sondra's lips. My normally
inhibited wife sucked the young guy's cock into her mouth until
her nose nestled in his wet pubic hair.
As she sucked, she jerked on one of the kids' cocks, and the
third had his mouth attached to one of her tits. The kid in her
mouth started humping her face and Sondra ignored the other two
as she coaxed his hot spunk out of his cock with her mouth and
hands, swallowing every drop.
One after the other, I watched my wife suck off all three of
the boys, until she had drained each of them of their cum,
without spilling a drop, and then she stood and announced that it
was her turn.
All four of them splashed out of the tub and laid on the
cushions. One of the boys buried his face between Sondra's
invitingly spread legs and she moaned with pleasure as his tongue
began its exploration of her clit and cunt. Each of the other
two kids began fondling and sucking her breasts and nipples,
loudly slurping my wife's wet flesh into their hungry mouths.
All too soon, Sondra began her long-awaited orgasm in almost
violent fashion. Her body humped and writhed but the boys held
on to her with their mouths and Sondra went crashing from one
orgasm to another. Finally, when she could catch her breath and
speak, she thanked the boys for the fun and warned them to leave,
"before my husband comes home!"
As soon as the front door closed, I was downstairs and
standing over my wife with my raging erection in my hand. Sondra
begged me to fuck her, to fill her aching pussy with my cock, and
I was only too happy to comply. I rammed into her with all my
strength and we fucked with animal ferocity until our bodies,
slick with sweat, shuddered and clasped together in orgasm. We
fucked again before falling asleep for the afternoon.
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Continued in Chapter Two, "The Hotel"
VACATION DOESN'T COUNT
Another Hot Wife Tale
by J. Boswell
Chapter Two
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The Hotel
The next day, we caught a short island-hopping flight to our
next port-of-call. Our accommodations were the opposite of our
little cottage. This time, we were staying at a very posh,
high-rise resort hotel.
After checking out the view from our room, which overlooked
the huge pool, Sondra unpacked, stripped and donned only her
bikini bottoms and went out onto the balcony. She stretched,
letting the sun warm her skin, and I'm sure more than a few
people at the pool had an opportunity to observe that she has a
magnificent set of tits.
I stepped out on to the balcony with her, just as the man
from the next suite did. He introduced himself to us and offered
us a beer. His name was Brian and when he returned he couldn't
take his eyes off Sondra's chest as we talked.
After a few minutes, Brian's wife, Janet, joined us on the
balcony. She was wearing a conservative one-piece bathing suit
and her mouth literally fell open when she saw Sondra. She
regained her composure and emphatically informed us that, as far
as she knew, it wasn't a topless resort.
Each couple sat at their own table on the balcony, separated
only by a low, thin railing, and continued talking. As Brian and
Janet watched, Sondra began to apply her suntan lotion. She
squeezed it onto her hands and rubbed it on her arms, legs,
stomach, and finally on her breasts. She was watching the
expressions on the faces of our new neighbors, as she applied it
to her bare tits and ran her oily fingers over her nipples until
they were hard and sticking straight out.
Janet pulled Brian out of his chair and said they had to get
ready for lunch. We waved good-bye and Brian smiled and said he
hoped he'd see us again, soon; but we didn't see him or Janet
again. We think they either checked-out or had their room
changed.
Coming in from the balcony, Sondra asked me if the scene had
excited me. I answered her by pulling her down onto the bed and
making love.
Both at the pool and on the beach, no one was topless, so
over the next few days, Sondra learned how to wear her suits to
her best advantage. She would tie it very loosely so in the surf
or when she dove into the pool it would occasionally,
"accidentally" fall off. When she was sunning herself, she would
take it off completely as she laid on her stomach, but would
often prop herself up on her elbows. Sondra went to the pool
area alone while I enjoyed watching from the balcony. She became
quite popular and every time she arrived on the scene, she drew a
crowd of lookers.
Finally, early on the morning of our last full day on that
island, as she lay topless on a towel not far from the balcony, a
man sat down next to her, hoping for a better view. Sondra
started trying to put some oil on her back when the guy asked if
he could help her. Sondra raised herself up on her elbows,
letting the sides of her breast become exposed, and then handed
him her oil. He started on her back and legs and then proceeded
to her shoulders and sides. I could see his hands brushing the
sides of my wife's hanging tits, and she didn't flinch. Instead,
Sondra raised up even more and leaned on her left side, placing
her right hand behind her. In that pose, she was giving him (and
me) a perfect, up-close view of her naked breasts.
Sondra smiled up at the stranger, "I think you missed a spot
or two."
She stayed in that position as he blatantly stared and
continued to oil her shoulder. She looked down at her chest and
asked him to put some oil in his hand. He did, and Sondra cupped
his hand on her breast, smearing the oil into her skin.
He then took her nipple between his finger and thumb and
squeezed it. I could hear Sondra gasp, and then she smiled at
him and rolled over onto her back, exposing both breasts. In a
second, the guy was feeling her slippery tits with both hands. I
could tell Sondra was getting really excited, but other people
began arriving in the area and Sondra turned back onto her
stomach.
I decided to join them. Sondra introduced me to Bill. He
was about 45, still well-built, graying and ruggedly handsome, a
corporate bigwig and on vacation with his wife, who was on a
shopping excursion for the day. All three of us sat around
talking the morning away as Sondra repeatedly, teasingly exposed
herself.
Around noon, I invited Bill to join us in our suite for
lunch. Sondra was all for the idea, and off we went. Once in
the suite, Sondra said she wanted to shower off some of the
suntan lotion while I made drinks and ordered roomservice. After
the food arrived, Sondra rejoined us, combing her wet hair and
wearing only a short towel wrapped around her waist. Both Bill
and I commented on how lovely she looked and on the nice, even
tan she was getting. Bill didn't act embarrassed or surprised at
seeing Sondra topless, so who was I to make a fuss over it?
During lunch, neither Bill nor I could take our eyes of my
wife's luscious tits. Once, when I stood to make us more drinks,
I could not resist bending down in front of Sondra and sucking
one of her delicious nipples into my mouth, right in front of our
new friend! Bill laughed and said that must be dessert.
Sondra just smiled a big grin and said, "Maybe."
We were out of ice, so I told the two of them that I would
be right back. I left the door slightly ajar, so I could sneak a
look before re-entering.
When I returned with the ice, I peeked in to see Bill bent
over Sondra and sucking on a nipple, exactly as I had done a few
minutes before. Sondra was feeling his cock beneath his
swimtrunks with her right hand as her left hand cupped her breast
for his hungry mouth.
Bill reach down and dropped his trunks, exposing his large
erection. He held it in front of him, eye-level with Sondra.
Sondra grabbed it with her left hand and stroked it, and then
lightly touched it with her tongue. She wet her lips and then
slid the head of his cock into her mouth. She kept stroking the
length of it with her hand, guiding as much of it as she could
into her slurping mouth, while at the same time, playing with his
balls with her other hand. Bill put his hands on each side of
her head and pulled her back and forth on his prick, fucking her
mouth.
Sondra started to speed up and I could tell Bill was getting
ready to shoot his load. Sondra grabbed his cock in both of her
hands and squeezed as he erupted into her mouth. She continued
sucking as his flood of cum dripped down her chin and on to her
tits. He let her continue until his cock was limp, and then he
pulled his trunks up and kissed her on the mouth.
I then made some noise as I re-entered the room, telling
them I had to go up three floors to find the ice. Bill stepped
over to the bar to make a drink, and as he did, I bent down to
kiss Sondra and lifted a drop of Bill's cum from her tit on my
finger. Sondra smiled and sucked my sticky finger into her
greedy mouth.
The afternoon progressed and the drinking continued and the
flirting became more obvious. I dug out the camera and said I
wanted to get a picture of Sondra and Bill. Sondra immediately
sat on Bill's lap, letting her towel fall to the floor as she
did. After a couple of poses, things started to really loosen up
and I continued taking pictures as Bill's hands covered Sondra's
breasts, and Sondra cupped her tits up to Bill's mouth, until,
finally, Sondra said she wanted everyone naked for some "porno"
shots.
As Sondra was sucking my cock for one picture, I couldn't
hold back any longer, and Bill snapped off a couple as I filled
my wife's mouth with my hot cum. Right after that, Bill mounted
Sondra doggie-style and I snapped away as he plowed away in my
wife's pussy. The three of us took pictures in every imaginable
position until we were out of film and the suite was strewn with
the polaroids.
Bill called his wife, telling her he found an all-night
poker game, and by the time we had finished roomservice dinner,
we were exhausted and fell asleep. I woke up at 1:00 a.m. to the
sounds of moaning and groaning, and found Bill and Sondra fucking
their brains out next to me in the bed. I waited until they were
through and then took my turn for sloppy seconds in my wife's
cunt.
Sondra and I were still in bed the next morning while Bill
showered and dressed to leave. When he was ready, Sondra called
him over to the bed for a good-bye kiss, and then had him stand
at the side of the bed as she leaned over me and gave him a
good-bye blow-job, too!
As I showered, I thought about the amazing events of the
last few days. Sondra had been a virgin when we had married, and
though one spouse can never know all there is to know about the
other, I would swear that Sondra had never been unfaithful to me.
Now, after just a few days away, I had shared her with the
college boys, a whole bar full of kids and, finally, another man.
I did feel little pangs of jealousy -- at the other men, but even
more at Sondra's totally wanton and uninhibited behavior -- but,
even stronger were my feelings of excitement and arousal. I had
never felt more alive and sexually stimulated than the last few
days, and I was anxious to see what else could happen over the
next two weeks.
I emerged from the shower with an iron-hard erection. I
walked into the bedroom and, as if on cue, Sondra bent over the
luggage as she packed them and wiggled her ass at me in a most
lascivious manner. Another pair of panties was ripped and torn
open in my assault.
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Continued in Chapter Three, "The Driver"
VACATION DOESN'T COUNT
Another Hot Wife Tale
by J. Boswell
Chapter Three
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The Driver
We stepped off the plane in Jamaica and the company rep was
waiting with our car. Because of work and social obligations
with the large company staff in Jamaica, Sondra and I had little
time to misbehave. Finally, we were finished, and at our host's
suggestion, we asked the chauffeur, Samuel, to come up to our
room to arrange an island tour the next day (our last full day on
the island).
Samuel was a good-looking man, older than us, very black,
with a trace of gray at his temples, and that wonderful island
accent. Sondra and I had been drinking since lunch, and I
offered Samuel one, which he accepted. After talking about the
different island sights and routes we could take, Samuel asked to
use the bathroom.
Sondra smiled at me and said, "Did you see the huge lump in
Samuel's pants?"
I smiled back, "And I guess you plan to investigate
further?"
Just then, Samuel returned and sat down. We talked a little
more, and then I said I was tired and would see Samuel in the
morning. Sondra and Samuel talked smalltalk for a while, as I
laid in bed and listened through the partially open door.
Finally, I heard Sondra ask, "Do many women come to the
island for more than a vacation?"
"Like for what, Missus?"
"You know, like for excitement. Maybe something they
couldn't get or do at home very easily."
"Well, I'll be very frank, Missus. An awful lot of white
women come down here to get laid by us natives."
Sondra laughed. "Why, Samuel? Is the myth about the size
of island men true?"
"I can't talk for all, Missus, but for me, it is no myth."
By this time, I was out of the bed, peering into the room
from behind the door.
"Can I see for myself, Samuel?" Sondra asked.
Samuel stood and dropped his slacks. He wasn't wearing
anything under them and a large, black dick hung between his
legs.
"You want to touch it, Missus? It's okay if you do."
Sondra nodded and reached out with both hands. Both Sondra
and I watched as Samuel's cock grew and hardened in her hands.
Sondra leaned forward and sucked the head into her mouth.
"Oh, you good, Missus. Maybe you want to feel it inside
your pussy?"
Sondra looked up at Samuel, "I think it's too big! I don't
think I can."
"You can Missus. Let me try. I won't hurt you. You'll
like it, you'll see."
Sondra stood and stripped off her clothes and laid back on
the sofa, placing one foot over the back, and the other far out
on the floor. Both Samuel and I had a perfect view of her pink,
wet pussy.
Then Samuel positioned himself at her cunt and began pushing
his erection into my wife.
"My god! You're so big! I can feel your thickness already,
Samuel."
I watched as she took him inside her pussy a little at a
time.
When it was all the way in, Samuel looked down at her, "You
got it all, now, Lady. I told you."
"Oh, it feels so good! Now fuck me with that thing! Fuck
me hard, Samuel!"
Sondra rolled her head side to side as Samuel began to
really fuck her, shoving it in all the way and pulling it almost
all the way out. She was moaning and groaning in pleasure, and I
wondered if she was actually going to pass out. She wrapped her
legs and arms around him as they fucked themselves into a frenzy.
I could hear his balls slap against my wife on every stroke, and
the contrast of her white skin against his black made me shoot a
load of cum against the door, without touching myself.
Samuel let out a groan and began to come. He shoved his
cock in as deeply as it would go. Sondra closed her eyes and
told him to fill her cunt with his hot cum. Samuel came for a
long time, and when he did pull his cock out of my wife's pussy,
I could see his cum leaking out of it, dripping onto the sofa.
"That was wonderful, Samuel."
"Yes, Missus, for me, too. But, I best go, now. I will be
here tomorrow morning for your tour. I thank you so very much
for this, Missus."
Sondra stayed on the sofa as Samuel dressed and let himself
out. I ripped open the door and stood over her.
"Hi, Darling. I'm all pooped out, but if you want what's
left, help yourself."
It was all the invitation I needed. I knelt between
Sondra's legs, seeing Samuel's gooey cum covering her red
pussylips, dripping down the crack of her ass and spotting the
sofa. I buried my cock up to my balls in one sudden, swift
thrust. Sondra grunted from my force, but she laid still as I
pounded into her, adding my cum to the sticky mess already
between her spread legs. When I was done, we kissed and helped
each other into bed, not hearing another thing until the alarm
went off the next morning.
The next morning, Sondra wore a white strapless sundress
with nothing on under it. Samuel acted as though nothing had
happened the night before as he helped us into the car and began
the tour. As we took in the sights, I noticed Sondra and Samuel
playing eye games in the mirror. I could see Sondra's hard
nipples through her dress, and I was sure she was ready for a
repeat performance of last night.
After lunch, I pretended to fall asleep in the back seat of
the car. At one stop, Sondra got back into the car in the front
seat with Samuel, and I could tell her hands immediately went to
work on his tool. Soon, her head disappeared below the seat and
I could hear her moaning and slurping. Then, the car stopped and
the doors opened and closed.
Chancing a peek, I saw Samuel spreading a blanket in a small
grassy area. He then laid down on his back and his already hard
cock stood straight up. It really was a size!
Sondra lifted her dress and straddled Samuel's hips and
slowly lowered her cunt down on to his prick, moaning and
grunting the whole time. Samuel pulled her dress down off her
tits and began pulling on her nipples as she humped his cock.
She was soon screaming in one orgasm after another and collapsed
on Samuel.
Sondra soon regained her composure and continued fucking
Samuel until he came, pumping his cum until I could see it
running out of my wife's cunt and down his dick.
After a few minutes, they reassembled themselves, Sondra got
back into the back seat and we returned to the hotel. I tipped
Samuel lavishly when he dropped us off at the airport the next
morning.
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Concluded in Chapter Four, "The Island Slut"
VACATION DOESN'T COUNT
Another Hot Wife Tale
by J. Boswell
Chapter Four
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The Island Slut
After a flight that seemed to last forever, we finally
touched down for the last leg of our tour in Hawaii. Both the
company and my wife had saved the best for last.
Our suite was the penthouse and it was filled with exotic
fruit and flowers when we arrived. It was still before noon and
both Sondra and I were jetlagged and felt fidgety, but not tired,
after our long flight.
Sondra stripped, showered, and dressed in her tiniest
bikini. She said she was going to go down to the beautiful beach
and see if she could meet anyone "interesting." I knew exactly
what she meant, but since I didn't seem to be invited, I went in
to take my own shower.
Afterwards, I stepped out onto the balcony to enjoy the
view, and to see if Sondra was in sight. She was, and when I got
my binoculars, I could see that she was talking to a very big,
very well-built Polynesian guy -- years younger than her. I
quickly put on my trunks and grabbed a towel.
When I arrived down on the beach, I casually walked by and
then sat in a partially concealed spot in the grass and palms,
close to where Sondra and her young stud were sitting chatting.
His name was Mano and he was a native to the island and worked
for the hotel. Up close, he was even more impressive than from
the balcony. Obviously a serious weightlifter, he looked to be
around 20 years old and his huge body was wide and dark and
looked as if it was chiseled from stone.
I became increasingly excited as I watched Sondra
continually change position; each time, letting her bikini work
its way up her crotch and the crack of her ass, until it looked
like she was wearing a "thong" -- front and back. Her pussy was
almost fully exposed, except for a thin strip of bright yellow
material caught between her cuntlips. She had also loosened the
top of her suit and her large tits were almost spilling out into
full view as she began to apply her trusty suntan oil to her legs
and stomach.
She had become such an incredible sexual animal to watch.
Mano made no secret of the fact that he was enjoying
Sondra's "performance," commenting on her tan, her legs, her
breasts. She soon laid down on her stomach and asked her new
young friend to apply some lotion to her back and legs. A lump
formed in my trunks as I watched his strong hands massaging my
wife's back and legs.
He was massaging Sondra's calves when she mentioned that he
had missed the area near her bikini bottoms. Mano began to
massage the exposed portions of Sondra's ass, until his fingers
were only inches away from her pussy. Just then, Sondra began to
hump her hips and it was obvious that she wanted Mano to go
farther. He wasn't shy. He worked one, then two and, finally,
three of his thick, blunt fingers under the elastic and into
Sondra's juicy cunt. He continued his finger-fucking until
Sondra convulsed in a powerful orgasm.
As soon as she regained her senses, Sondra sat up and hugged
Mano and asked him up to our suite. I grabbed my towel and beat
a fast retreat to the hotel and up to the room before them. I
was pleased to see that the bedroom had a huge, deep closet and I
jammed the door partially open to provide me with a view of the
anticipated action.
When they entered, there were no preliminaries. Mano
ordered Sondra to strip her bikini off and then to kneel on the
thick carpet. Sondra happily complied, and when she was in
position, Mano dropped his trunks to reveal a cock worthy of the
rest of his perfect body -- it looked almost as thick as it was
long. He knelt behind Sondra and placed his cock at her
pussylips, and then told her to fuck herself on his rod.
Sondra moaned as she felt his erection press against her,
and moaned louder as she pressed her ass and hips back against
him, letting his prick easily enter her wet cunt. She soon had
him buried to his balls in her cunt, and then Mano began to pump
in and out of her. My wife then reached under herself and
grasped Mano's swinging balls in her hand, while he reached down
and pinched her nipples on her swinging globes.
Sondra moaned over and over, again, "Fuck me! Fuck me
harder!"
She then began to tremble uncontrollably as she started into
her climax. Mano continued to pound into her until she collapsed
to the floor, pulling away from his still-hard cock with a loud
"slluuurrppp!"
Mano rolled my wife over and buried his face between her
legs as she screamed her way into another orgasm.
Finally, she tried to push him away as she breathlessly
begged, "No more! Please, Mano, no more for awhile! I can't
take it, anymore!"
Mano stood up and lifted Sondra from the floor as if she
weighed no more than a feather. He arranged her on the bed so
that her head hung off the edge, upside down, and then he walked
his cock into her mouth and roughly grabbed both of her tits in
his hands. Sondra soon found the rhythm, and Mano began fucking
her mouth. Sondra's hands reached up to jerk his cock as she
sucked on him and, eventually, Mano began to cum. Sondra gagged
and coughed on his first spurt of cum, but swallowed the rest
like the pro she had become in the last few weeks.
Mano was just getting started and I watched him ravage my
wife's eagerly available body. He didn't stay soft for long,
especially with Sondra sucking on his wet dick. He then rolled
Sondra over on to her back and buried his cock in her pussy. I
watched Sondra's legs wrap themselves around his waist as he
fucked her into the bed. He then reached under Sondra's ass and
began to bury several fingers up her anus, thrusting hard with
each stroke of his hips. Sondra was soon approaching what looked
like an incredible orgasm. With a scream, she shuddered in the
throes of her climax. Mano continued to pound away in her pussy
until she calmed down. Then he pulled out, rolled her onto her
stomach and placed his cockhead against her puckered asshole.
"No, Mano! Not there! I've never done it there! You're
too big for me!"
Mano grabbed her waist and pulled her ass closer. Sondra
began to struggle, but he ignored her. His prick began to
disappear up my wife's ass and she was begging him to stop, to
take it out. But, soon, her whimpers turned to moans as Mano's
fingers disappeared into her cunt. Now, both of them were on the
climb to orgasm, with Mano finally coming in my wife's virgin
asshole.
They rolled apart and Mano told Sondra to clean his cock.
Sondra got a washcloth and gently wiped him clean. Then he stood
and began dressing.
Sondra propped herself on one elbow and smiled up at him,
"Where are you going? You don't have to leave, yet."
"I gotta get to work, Lady, but I'll be back tomorrow, okay?
I had come twice in the closet, but my dick was hard, again,
by the time Mano closed the front door. I was out of the closet
and on Sondra in a flash.
"Oh, Justin! Come fuck me. He was the best, yet. The very
best!"
During the rest of our vacation, Sondra couldn't get enough
of Mano and his beautiful cock. While I worked, the two of them
fucked the days away in our bed. One day, I returned from
meetings and Sondra informed me that Mano had the night off and
was going to take her out dancing with some of his friends. She
said she wanted the night to be perfect and had purchased a very
expensive, sheer white silk, strapless cocktail dress with
matching high heels. Before Mano arrived, Sondra modeled her
outfit for me. The silk clung to her body and was thin enough
that it was obvious that she was wearing nothing under it. Then,
with a smile, Sondra peeled the hem up until she was exposing her
cunt. She had shaved her cunt bare, it was the most erotic thing
I had ever seen.
"Do you think Mano will like it?" she asked
I truthfully told her that she had never looked more
beautiful, more stunning, and that I was jealous she wasn't going
out with me.
Just then, the doorbell rang and I opened the door for Mano.
He looked a little surprised to see me, as we hadn't met all week
and he had assumed Sondra was "sneaking" on me. He looked at
Sondra with a questioning look.
"Oh, that's just Justin, my husband. Don't worry about
him."
I watched them walk down the corridor together to the
elevators. Mano had his arm around Sondra's waist and his hand
rested on her great ass as they stepped into the elevator. As
the elevator doors closed, I just caught a glimpse of Mano's hand
moving up under the hem of her dress.
Sondra did not come home that night or the next morning. I
had several meetings to attend, so I left the suite assuming
she'd be home later that morning. When she wasn't, I was worried
and ready to report her missing and track down Mano through the
hotel. When the phone rang I was sure it was the police.
Instead, it was a message at the front desk. It was from Sondra.
"All's well. Don't worry about me. Be home soon."
"Soon" wasn't that night, either.
Finally, in the evening of the second day, Sondra let
herself into the suite. She kissed me on the forehead and said
she'd tell me all about it after she had some sleep.
She was dressed in a hawaiian shirt and a pair of man's
shorts and as I watched her undress, I felt anger, jealousy,
relief, and -- thinking about her doing only one thing with Mano
for the last two days -- turned on. When she dropped the shorts,
I saw her bare pussy and my cock sprung to attention. I climbed
on the bed beside her, ready to fuck.
Sondra opened her eyes and said, "Sorry, Dear. I've fucked
and been fucked so much I'm too sore."
"Everywhere?"
She smiled a little smile, "Yes, everywhere." And fell
asleep.
The next morning, after a shower and breakfast, Sondra took
me to bed and began to slowly jerk me off in her soft hands as
she told me what happened.
"It was fantastic!
"Mano figured out right away that I didn't have any
underwear on and his hand found out about my razor job before the
elevator doors even closed."
"Yes, I saw."
"Well, what you didn't see was that the elevator didn't stop
anywhere before we got to the lobby, so Mano and I were locked in
a hot embrace, kissing and with his hand up my pussy when the
doors opened and there were people there, waiting for the
elevator!"
My cock jerked in her hand.
"We recovered right away, but if they were quick, some of
those people knew I didn't have any hair on my pussy!
"Anyway, Mano had a surprise for me, too. When he said we
were going dancing with friends, I assumed couples. Didn't you?"
I nodded, but my erection throbbed in anticipation of what I
knew she was going to say, next.
"Well, his friends turned out to be two more Polynesian
studs, even better looking and bigger than Mano!
"First, the four of us went dancing at a club and the three
of them took turns dancing with me. I was loving all the
attention, and soon, they were getting pretty bold, grabbing at
my tits and feeling my ass on the dance floor. At the table, all
three of them were taking turns putting their hands up my dress,
fingering my cunt. I was hot! They said Mano had warned them
that I was one hot piece of ass, so I didn't want to disappoint
them. I was having a ball and I knew people were watching us
dancing and carrying on at our table. I think every person in
the place knew I was going to fuck all three of these hunks
before the night was over."
As she said that, my cock shot a hot stream of cum into the
air. Sondra gently licked my cock clean and swallowed my cum.
"Justin, do you want to hear the rest of this now or later?"
"Now, Sondra. Tell me everything that happened."
"Okay. We left the club and drove back to Mano's apartment.
On the way there, I got in the back seat with one of his friends
and sucked him off. About two seconds after Mano opened the
door, the three of us were naked and in the bed, fucking our
brains out. One time, Mano was fucking me and his friend started
to fuck my asshole..."
My prick twitched to life, again.
"...and it was really good. Then his other friend put his
cock in my mouth, but there was just too much going on and I
couldn't concentrate.
"We would fuck and rest and fuck, again. About 2 a.m., just
as the guys are getting tuckered and fuckered out, Mano's
roommate, this really huge guy, shows up with four other guys to
play poker. They see what's going on and join in the party.
"Justin, your prim little wife was an incredible, insatiable
slut. I didn't get tired, didn't fall asleep. I just kept
fucking and sucking these eight guys! That's where I've been for
two days and nights -- on my back and knees, fucking and sucking
a bunch of strangers! Whenever they wanted it, however they
wanted it, I gave it to them.
"And guess what? Mano's roommate was even bigger than
Samuel! Can you believe it? His cock was so big, it didn't look
real. But it was, and you would have been proud of me, because I
even took him in the ass!"
Sondra leaned over and gently sucked my hard cock into her
wet mouth. Then she looked up at me.
"But, vacation's over, Justin. We leave for home tomorrow
and I promise I'll be your perfect little wife again. I just
want to thank you for the way you let me go and let me enjoy this
vacation. I can't believe the things I've done, but I don't
regret any of them. In fact, I loved doing them! But now, it's
over and it's time for me to behave. And I will. I love you,
Justin."
And, as my cum spurted into the mouth that had tasted so
many strangers' cum over the last few weeks, I moved my fingers
over her hairless cunt and whispered, "I love you, too, Sondra."
THE END
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