Last year, I was recruited by a large international company based in London. The
package that they offered 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 110
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, leaving only a short,
narrow "Mohawk" of auburn hair around her pink pussy lips. 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 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 prudish 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 if Sondra was
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. 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. "Michael, 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 hot tub, 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, and I enjoyed watching her finally beginning to let go
of her strong inhibitions. And then I said the crucial words that changed our
marriage, "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 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 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. "Michael, 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 before me. "Now, Michael!
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. I buried my prick up to my balls into Sondra's 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
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 next door cottage and asked if one of them could bring over the
ferry schedule, 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 schedule.
One of the boys remarked about it being a great idea to have a hot tub in the
living room, 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 hot tub 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. The next day we caught a
short island-hopping flight to our next port- of-call. It was the opposite of
our little cottage. This time, we were staying at a very posh, high-rise resort.
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 left 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, 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 room service. 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 swim trunks 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 Bill's cum from her tit on my finger. Sondra smiled and sucked
my sticky finger into her 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 Polaroid's.
Bill called his wife, telling her he found an all-night poker game, and by the
time we had finished room service 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. 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 on the island). Samuel was a
good-looking man, 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 open door. Finally, I heard Sondra ask, "Do many
women come to the island for more than a vacation?" "Like what, Missus?" "You
know, like for excitement. Maybe something they couldn't get or do at home."
"Well, I'll be very frank, Missus. An awful lot of white women come down here to
get laid by the natives." Sondra laughed. "Why, Samuel? Is the myth about size
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?" 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. I will
be here tomorrow morning for your tour. I thank you 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
some, help yourself." It was all the invitation I needed. I knelt between
Sondra's legs, seeing Samuel's gooey cum covering her red pussy lips, 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 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 look, 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. 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 our of Sondra'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. 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 was 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. He knelt behind
Sondra and placed his cock at her pussy lips, 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!" 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 got to 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, Michael! 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,
and 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 Michael, 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 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
dance and carrying on at our table. I think every person in the place knew I was
going to fuck all three of these hunks." 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. "Michael, 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. "Michael, 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, Michael. 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, Michael." 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."
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