Chapter 1 - My wife and I start our adventure.
We were finally on the beach, my wife Jenny and I, after the conclusion of an intense deal that I had been working on. I'm David and I work as a headhunter in the world of silicon valley tech - Jenny owns a chain of coffee houses in the rapidly gentrifying Mission district. We had just checked into an amazing resort, too exclusive for our normal vacations but all at the expense of my client. We were scheduled to stay here for a week, and our only obligation was a round of couples golf with the company team. But for the first few days it was our own private time. After two cocktails and our feet in the sand, life felt very good indeed.
Jenny was looking amazing as she almost always does, her golden brown hair falling just below her shoulders. A sexy bikini that showed off her incredible body in a way that I hadn't seen in public for way too long. I was sporting a pair of board shorts, exposing my fairly athletic physique as well as my four tattoos, relics of my time in the Bay Area post punk scene. My new life required a much more conservative and corporate image, so I'm more often in long sleeved shirts. Jenny loves my ability to bridge the two worlds.
Our fingers were entwined between the beach chairs as our bodies soaked up the late afternoon sun. A nice rum buzz definitely led to her sense of playfulness as she squeezed my fingers to alert me to a beachgoer worth my attention. There were some very attractive young women, some of them topless, walking along the beach, and my wife was taking as much pleasure staring at their sexy young bodies as I was. Nothing turns me on more than whatever is turning my wife on, so I was beginning to feel more than slightly stimulated. But the sun was beginning to set and I was looking forward to getting back to our room and exploiting how horny Jenny obviously felt.
Just as I was finishing cocktail # 3 and with thoughts of leaving the beach on my mind, I felt my hand get a particularly pronounced squeeze. I turned to Jenny and saw that she was looking over me to a small cabana that we had not seen anyone using...until now. Walking down to the water was the hottest, most exotic woman I had seen all afternoon. The way she wore a full and fairly modest bikini was somehow even sexier than the tiniest bottoms and no tops of the younger women, and she walked with a confidence and class that I simply can't over exaggerated. She looked to be a little older then us, but time had been extremely kind. Her body was lithe and toned, her skin lightly tanned, taller than my wife and moving with perfect poise. Jenny's eyes were fixed on her as she walked to the waters edge and her fingers kept their pressure on mine.
The way my wife was riveted turned me on tremendously. The woman turned and smiled, exhibiting her almond shaped eyes and gleaming teeth. She waved towards the cabana and then moved along the waters edge, gently kicking the shallow water as she went. I turned to see a man, a little older still - maybe early 40's - emerge from the canopy and wave back. Inevitably he was just as dashing and well kept, tanned, athletic without being muscular - dark hair combed back. Since I had no interest in him at all I went back to watching the woman as her perfectly pert ass and dark ponytail slowly receded into the distance.
She was soon obscured behind a small fishing boat that was now making its way back to land, the crew of 3 splashing into the surf to bring baskets of fish to shore. Since the woman was now barely visible to me, I watched as the young men tugged their boat up onto the sand. The oldest was perhaps just 20, and his two mates a couple of years younger. They were all dressed in cut-off shorts, no shirts, their dark brown skin and black hair, all shaved very short, had the glow and vitality of youth.
A rusty old white Nissan pick-up was reversing a trailer to where the two younger lads pulled the boat up with practiced ease, while the older one loaded their catch in the bed of the truck. The whole operation took just a few minutes after which the truck pulled away and the 3 fishermen ran into the water to rinse off from their labors. Before long they started splashing each other, soon followed by the 2 younger ones trying to dunk their older friend. The horse play continued as I noticed that beyond them, just the other side of the wave break, the beautiful woman was swimming parallel to the beach. About 20 yards out from where the young men were playing she started to tread water - looking around as if to get her bearings. Seeing her husband now in direct line with her and the boys, she waved playfully and turned to come into shore.
This put the boys directly in her path, and soon she was only a few yards away from them. Almost inevitably one of the boys accidentally splashed water near her as she walked chest deep in the surf. Instead of being indignant about it she laughed and splashed the boy right back. He seemed surprised, so she immediately took advantage of his hesitancy and splashed him again, this time with both hands and at closer range. He cried out and mocked falling backwards, disappearing under the surf, soon to reappear close behind and putting her in the middle of the three boys. Realizing her predicament, she started shrieking and splashing wildly at all of them.
The next wave broke and knocked all four of them off their feet, leaving them laughing and struggling to keeps heads above water. As arms and legs flayed in the surf, the woman grabbed onto the eldest boy for support. He pulled her tightly to him as the water swirled around them. Jenny and I watched intently as the sea calmed around their waists and he relaxed his grip a little, leaving them face to face but entwined from the hips down. He supported her now, holding her lower back as her upper body floated and her knees appeared at his sides. He said something that made her smile and poke her tongue out at him which made them both laugh. It occurred to me that this cannot be the first time they had met - their instant familiarity suggested that there had been an earlier encounter of some kind, and that maybe this meeting was not so much by chance as it initially looked. As I was pondering on this, Jenny squeezed my fingers once again and asked,
"Does this remind you of our little games?"
I instantly knew what she was referring to. Almost from the beginning of our relationship we had established that we both got extremely turned on by watching the other partner be a little naughty. I had seen her flirt with a number of other men over the time that we had been married, and even dance with a few of them. This had always turned me on beyond all expectation - I didn't fully understand nor had I tried to explain it, but watching her make herself apparently available to other, generally younger men, made me crazy with lust and always led to intensely passionate love making. Luckily the reverse turned her on too, and I had got to dance with a couple of other girls to the same effect - but the opportunities for me were a lot less frequent. It hadn't until now occurred to me that we were watching a similar game play out.
"Do you think?"
"Erm.... yes. Fairly obviously I would imagine," she replied.
"Fuck. Yeah maybe. But I don't see her man anymore".
"He went back inside that tent thing. We can't see him, but I bet that he can see her. You really think that she would be that forward with that boy if it wasn't for her husband's benefit?"
"No, I guess not. You think he's enjoying it?" I replied rather dumbly. I was now nervous...thinking about our own games and watching what was unfolding in front of us was making my head spin and my cock expand. That incredible woman was now holding the boy's face close to hers and was whispering in his ear. It was getting decidedly sexual and I could only imagine how the husband was feeling.
"Wouldn't you?" she asked.
"What do you mean?"... my dizziness was making me into an idiot.
"Ha ha" she teased. "You fucking know you would, but you just won't admit it. Look at her baby...look at how hot she looks as she's grinding into that kid. You'd love watching me do that."
With my cock beginning to show in my shorts I figured I'd better be honest:
"Yeah, quite possibly. It definitely looks like she's putting on a show. I would imagine that I'd completely lose my mind if I was watching you do that."
"Hmmmm. I know you would babe. Just imagine that was me... how close is his cock to my pussy right now?"
"Two very thin pieces of fabric I reckon."
"Mmmmm - lucky girl. I wonder if he has a big one. I bet she's getting nice and aroused. Look at her...you can almost see it in her face".
Whenever we would tease each other with naughty thoughts and Jenny would mention the size of another guys penis it just added fuel to the already burning fire. My equipment had always been perfectly adequate but not exactly off the charts, so now my head was really spinning.
Just then the woman released the young man from between her legs. She stood and leaned in to whisper in his ear once more. Then she turned and headed back up the sand and out of the water. She looked incredible and I couldn't help but to notice that her nipples were now very prominent underneath her swimsuit. She headed straight back towards the cabana where her husband emerged to meet her. He kissed her on the cheek, they exchanged a few words, and then he turned and headed up the beach towards the hotel buildings. She stayed, grabbing a towel and started to dry herself off. A couple of minutes went by as we watched her.
"Interesting," said Jenny.
"What do you mean?"
"Well.... if they were playing our game, they would both be heading back to their room right now to fuck each other senseless. But she is just letting him go... I wonder why."
As I was watching the woman towel herself off, I was aware that Jenny was now looking over my shoulder back towards the hotel. I figured she was looking for the husband.
"I think I'll go find out" she said as she hopped up and turned to go.
"No...what the fuck? Wait...." I uselessly responded as I watched her fantastic ass walk away. I turned to watch the woman again, who was indeed now following her husband. But it was too late to tell Jenny without being obvious.
Oddly, Jenny headed in the opposite direction to an area of wooden deck and showers. She pulled the rope on one shower and, looking incredibly sexy, started to rinse herself down. It was then that I noticed that the young man was right there next to her, and I wasn't a bit surprised when she started up a conversation. What the fuck is she doing?!? I felt the beginnings of the nervousness and jealousy that I always got when I watched her play, but this was a little different. It was completely out of the blue and I am standing here in public with nothing on but a pair of shorts and my cock tenting up. I willed myself to turn away so it wasn't all so fucking obvious. By the time I turned back he had left and she was enjoying the shower alone. She took her time but eventually set off back in my direction.
As she approached she was grinning at me like a very bad girl.
"What the fuck?" I asked, exasperated.
"What's wrong babe? I just wanted answers to our questions, that's all," she replied, still grinning.
I had to grin too..she knew I was loving it.
"And...."
"Well I got answers to two of our questions and the first one is a resounding "Yes!""
"What was the fucking question?" I asked - she was being intentionally evasive.
"Oh - well the first question was... does he have a big cock?"
Jesus - fuck me. This was too much. My heart was beating insanely... she knows what this talk does to me.
"That wasn't our question," I managed to respond. "That was only yours. And how would you know that?"
"It was pretty obvious. I guess she turned him on good. It was making a very nice size bulge in those shorts of his. Kind of like the one you have growing in your shorts right now."
She knew just how to taunt me.
"You know...kind of like the one you have" she added, giggling.
"What do you mean by that?" I asked...as if I didn't already know.
"You know..."
I was pretty sure that I did know, and that I didn't want to hear. I flicked her with the towel. She deserved worse but I was rendered speechless. I needed to change the subject.
"What else did you find out?"
"Oh... just that he is probably going to go fuck that woman right now."
I was incredulous "What the hell makes you think that?"
"Because I asked him to show me around this evening, and he said he was busy, that's how. There's no fucking way he would turn that down if he didn't already have something very, very good to do with his evening, and the only thing that I can think of that might be good enough is getting that hottie naked"
"Jesus Jenny... did you really ask him that?"
"I sure did. And he said he'd be very happy to take me out any other time... so before you think of being mean to me, you better bear that in mind."
"Jesus Christ... you're unbelievable." I said, grabbing at her hip and pulling her to me. I just had to feel her lips on mine and we kissed - hard, before she tuned away from me and started drying herself off.
I collected our few belongings from the beach chairs and quickly checked my phone for anything work related. Somehow Jenny had by now dried herself, and then using the towel as cover, removed her bikini and put on a very lightweight sundress. As she turned I easily noticed that there was no bra, but there were panties. She looked so hot I just had to reach out to her.
"Come on baby" she said pulling away, "Let's see if we can see where they went."
I had to admit that the idea of confirming that the young man was indeed going to fuck that woman was very intriguing, and so, with rum lubricating my bad decision making, I went along.
There was no sign of the woman or the young man on the beach or at the showers, and a quick tour of the bar area and pool also proved fruitless. So we returned to the beach and found a different trail from there to the private hotel area, and then to a pathway that led to the luxury villas which seemed like the general direction that the husband had gone. From the beach we had seen that there were four villas stretching at least 200 yards down the pathway, with a good amount of space and vegetation in between, affording each one total privacy. The first two were dark and quiet. As we rounded a gentle curve on the path towards the third villa I noticed a man - possibly the husband but the glimpse was brief - swing his legs over a short wall, and disappear into the vegetation just this side of the last villa. Jenny hadn't seen him as she was looking at the incredible view, and I didn't say anything as I really wasn't sure what I wanted to happen.
The third villa had an older man in the window talking on his phone so we quickly slid by so he didn't notice us. The forth villa had lights on and music playing. Jenny squeezed my hand and stopped walking as if to say "this must be it".
We were only a few feet from the wall that I had seen the man hop over and I could now see that on the other side of the wall was a small opening in the bushes and shrubbery that separated the buildings. I really, really didn't want to get caught being a peeping tom on our first night in a luxury resort paid for by my clients, but the thought of watching that amazingly hot woman doing something very naughty with either that young man or her husband was overwhelmingly powerful. Since Jenny hadn't seen the man on the wall I could probably just persuade her to come back to our room. But seeing the man head into the bushes made me fairly certain that there was something here worth watching, and the desire to find out was just too tempting.
"Come, let's try this way" I said as I stepped over the wall. "You never know." I put my finger to my lips...
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Chapter 2 - Jenny and I have a wild new experience.
She looked at me excitedly and followed. We walked slowly and carefully on to a narrow path between the shrubbery towards the villa. The sun was now low, and the light inside the thick brush was not good at all. Up ahead I could make out a clearing of some sort so I carefully guided Jenny towards it. My heart was in my throat - this could end very badly if we get caught and I had visions of hotel security chasing us along the beach. As we entered the clearing I stopped hard in my tracks which caused Jenny to bang right into me. Only a few yards away was the husband - leaning against a tree and staring intently at the light from a set of french doors.
Oh fuck - what now?
Jenny smacked me on the arm for stopping so suddenly - she hadn't seen him yet. Inevitably he looked up and we locked eyes. I was expecting the worst, that he would yell out and call security. Instead he just stared at me, then at Jenny, then back to me. We just stood there like idiots, my expression pleading with him to forgive our intrusion. Seeming to make up his mind, he then shrugged and beckoned us over. Putting his finger to his lips as we got close he whispered,
"Well it seems you guessed what was going on. I saw you on the beach, watching my wife's performance. Well it's just now heating up so you might as well stay and watch. If you want to that is..." he said with a slightly foreign accent that I couldn't place.
Jenny responded quickly, well before I could think of anything appropriate to say.
"Sorry to intrude..we really didn't think anyone would know we were here. But your wife is fucking hot so we'd love to stay if that's ok with you".
He smiled and nodded before turning back to watch the window.
"Yes she is, isn't she? And I love it when she lets loose like this. My name is Pablo, and my wife is Anabel. And that guy..." he said gesturing towards the window... "I have no clue what his name is. I doubt that she does either. Come closer if you want to see."
I quickly introduced ourselves and took a couple of paces closer so that we were now within arms length of Pablo. And we had a near perfect view through the window - and what a sight to behold. His gorgeous wife was on her knees framed in the middle of the window. She now wore a lacy black bra and matching panties...she had obviously changed for the occasion. Both of her hands were wrapped around the impressive manhood of the lucky guy and her lips and tongue were toying with it's most sensitive parts. She then bobbed on it gracefully as the young man let his head fall back and thrust his hips forward.
Holy shit - this was fucking amazing to watch. The hottest porn ever and happening right in front of us. We all watched in awestruck silence for a few minutes as the exotic woman devoured the young man's erection. Jenny was still holding my hand so when she reached between her legs, one of my hands went too. I took the hint and started rubbing her already wet pussy through her panties.
"What do you think?" asked Pablo.
"Unbelievable" replied Jenny.
"Yeah totally unbelievable" I added.
"Glad you think so. I've only watched her go this far a couple of times before but this is the best yet. I hope you don't think it's weird that I enjoy watching her so much".
"No, not at all" said Jenny "We understand exactly why you like to watch. Don't we babe?"
"Yeah I guess" I replied, hesitant to give away too much.
As we stared, Anabel rose up from her knees and pivoted a little towards us. At first I thought that she was attempting to obscure our view, but then she began to straighten her legs while keeping her mouth on his cock. Soon we were treated to a perfect view of her stunning ass wrapped in tiny black panties pointed towards us, as her head bobbed up and down beyond it. Wow!
"Holy shit - that's amazing. She really is putting on a hell of a show" I said more or less to myself - all the while keeping a steady rhythm on Jenny's clit with my right hand.
"God yes" groaned Jenny as she squirmed her pussy harder into my hand, still trying to hide her masturbation from our host.
My cock was now straining at my shorts and it needed more space. As I tried to adjust myself with my left hand I glanced down at Jenny who was pressing herself into my side and practically writhing in sexual heat. But her eyes were not totally fixed on the couple in the window. Instead they darted between them and the bulge in our host's pants which he was now gently rubbing showing no shame. Jenny seemed equally torn between the two sights and worked her hand faster as she built towards an orgasm. I knew that she was close to losing control when her left hand grabbed for the waistband of my shorts and tugged them down enough for my cock to spring free. She groaned as she grabbed at my rock hard dick, which caused Pablo to look away from his wife for the first time since we arrived. He stared at my dick for a couple of seconds and smiled, looking at Jenny and then at his own bulge, and then back to Jenny.
"Yes" she simply stated, the meaning not lost on any of us.
Pablo turned back to the main event but now felt comfortable enough to drop his shorts and free his own dick. Damn... it wasn't as huge as the young man who was now maneuvering into position to fuck his wife, but it was still very impressive. Probably about an inch longer than mine, but a good deal thicker and inevitably hard as steel. My wife was so intent on watching him that I had to remind her with a nudge that the real action was about to take place. Anabel was now laying back on their kingsize bed as the young local lined up his kingsize cock. Her perfect legs were splayed wide apart and we all watched in awe as he pulled the lace to one side and started to penetrate, her back and neck arching as the top of her head pushed into the mattress, and her hands balled into fistfuls of sheet.
Even at this distance and through a closed window we could all hear her cry out in the exquisite mixture of pain and pleasure. This was fucking amazing...
As Anabel got herself very, very well fucked right in front of us, Pablo was now slowly jacking at his own big cock and Jenny was grinding her cunt as she came on my hand. As I knew from experience, her first orgasm will fire her up for more and her inhibitions will have nosedived. Consequently I wasn't taken aback when she stopped jacking my cock, pulled her sundress up over her shoulders and looked at me with a devilish grin.
"What?" I asked her like an idiot
She just nodded her head towards our new friend and his prodigious penis. I knew in my heart where she was going with this, so wasn't surprised when she tugged me by mine and reached out for his. She knew he wasn't watching us so I still had the chance to stop her, which in many ways I really wanted to do. But something evil was working at my normally good senses, and before I could stop myself I was nodding my head. She broke into a wide smile and tugged me another half step towards Pablo, and lightly ran her fingertips down from his shoulder to his elbow. He quickly turned his head - unwilling to miss any of the action that his wife was involved in - looked at Jenny, and then looked at me. Figuring that at this point he didn't need a reply he quickly turned his body towards her and thrust his cock into range of her right hand, which wasted no time in getting to work.
Jenny and I had discussed our past sexual experiences many times. It was the source of some of our greatest turn-ons and fuck sessions. I would tell her about a couple of times that I got to enjoy a threesome with two girls, and she would tease me with stories of sex in public places, or getting fucked by guys with big cocks. But as far as I know she has never had two cocks to play with at the same time before, and she seemed very satisfied to be getting the opportunity. She pulled me closer and really got to work jacking us both - not so fast that we were likely to cum, but enough to get us close and keep us there - a skill that she had always prided herself upon.
We were now all watching the action in the villa. The young man had flipped Anabel up onto her knees, so that she was now on top, straddling him and facing directly at us - her body long, lean and tight. Her perfect tits were gleaming with perspiration, her nipples hard as bullets. We could see his immense cock drilling into her - her lips gripping his shaft as she rose and then ground back down towards his large, tight balls beneath. It now became apparent that although she seemed to be completely full, there were still a couple of inches to go. As we all watched in awe, she stopped her downwards motion and brought her feet forward to take her weight and her knees off the mattress. She was now squatting, full of cock and completely exposed. Motionless for a few seconds she then closed her eyes and appeared to take a few deep breaths. We all saw her abdominal muscles tighten as she forced herself down, apparently trying to take his enormous phallus into completely unchartered territory. Her expression became an exaggerated version of the pain and pleasure we saw when he first entered her - but now her mouth opened into a silent scream as her pussy lowered.
This was clearly a new sensation as her body took in his manhood where no man had been before. When at last she reached bottom she stopped motionless as her eyes snapped open and seemed to stare right at us. After a few seconds during which I think all three of us were holding our breath, she slowly started raising herself up as her stretched vaginal lips gripped tightly onto their prize. It took only a few seconds before she slammed back down and shuddered in what was obviously an orgasm for the ages. At this amazing moment I was right on the edge of cumming myself and had lost almost all self control. Pablo was probably right there too.
My wife, doubtless understanding how close we both were, had slowed her rhythm and relaxed her grip - I could only assume on us both - letting us return to a semblance of normal breathing. As we watched Anabel recover from her epic climax, Jenny lightly brushed up and down on her two cocks, tantalizing us with her talents. And then she started to giggle - which was weird.
"What are you laughing at baby?" I needed to know.
"Sorry boys" she replied and then paused.
"What is it?" asked Pablo with a slightly nervous smile, not taking his eyes from the action.
"Well....." she responded slowly, "I was just wondering why it is that both your cocks are as hard as marble right now.."
I realized with some trepidation that she was now fully in the mood to tease, and probably felt quite empowered by the fact that she had two handfuls of hard penis.
Pablo was intrigued... " and....?"
"Yes, well... I think that maybe...... it could be...." she was really drawing this out...
"because you're both watching your wife play with a bigger cock than she's used to."
Both Pablo and I took sharp intakes of breath.
"Oh yes," she followed up "I was right for sure. Haha - you both twitched as I said that. I'm definitely onto something here... Why is it that you boys get so turned on watching your wife play with a bigger dick? Lucky for us girls I guess!"
My head was now spinning with both lust and humiliation. At least the bigger cock that Pablo's wife was playing with was over there, not right next to him. In an almost desperate act of revenge I stepped behind her, pulled her panties to her knees and lined myself up. Fortunately she was just as keen and pushed back against me, immediately taking me deep. I thrust as hard as I could, pushing her forward at the hips and grabbing a fistful of hair - which she loves. The devil had truly taken over as I pushed her head down... down to where I knew it shouldn't go, but there nonetheless. She knew what I needed to see. In an instant Pablo's hard cock was in her mouth and she was sucking on him like a pornstar.
We had discussed similar scenarios numerous times, ones where she was getting shared by me and a handsome stranger, and it never failed to fire us up. Here we were doing exactly that and the fantasy was exceeding expectations. I gave it my all - pushing my cock as deep into her tight pussy as I could and her mouth onto his fat cock as far as it would go. Jenny certainly appeared to be in heaven and seeing her hunger for him made my balls tighten and my cock engorge... I was about to cum, I just couldn't hold back. Being the sexually intuitive genius that she is, Jenny quickly pulled off me and sank to her knees, preventing my impending eruption. She might have stopped fucking me but she didn't stop sucking him, now lovingly caressing his cock. I reached for my own in frustration, now presented with the sight of Anabel again sucking the kid's cock and my wife sucking her husband's. Jenny saw me and slapped my hand, releasing Pablo long enough to say:
"Leave it! Wait" and then wrapping her gorgeous lips around that cock once again, slowly bobbing her head and making filthy, lovely, dirty, beautiful mewing sounds as she gently sucked him and massaged her own clit. The look on Pablo's face made it perfectly clear that he was just trying to hold on....
I turned back to the main event which now featured Anabel back on her knees clearly preparing to take a load of cum - either in her mouth or onto her face - I couldn't wait to find out which.
Pablo was also riveted to the impending climax and, clearly on the edge himself, gently pulled my wife to her feet. Clearly disappointed at losing contact with his fabulous penis, she turned to me with a sexy smile and carefully backed my way until she was leaning against my side, and now enjoying the show for herself. She turned her face to mine and whispered in my right ear:
"Fuck baby, I've never been so turned on in my whole life. Thank you...."
God I loved this girl. Her panties were still around her knees so I shifted in that direction but she immediately stopped me.
"No baby. Save it for when we get back to our room. I'll make it worth your while, I promise."
What could I do? She told me how turned on she was but I couldn't fuck her. I really felt the need to pleasure her. Fuck - that devil takes over again as I pushed her naked ass towards our new friend.
"Do it!" I hissed
She turned to look over her shoulder and instead of replying, just put her hand over her mouth in pretend shock, and then hooked a finger in the mouth as if thinking about it...
I pushed her hips forward and then dropped to my knees to completely remove her panties.
As I looked up she was looking right into my eyes and held the stare. She cocked her head to the side questioningly.
I think that, as much as she wanted Pablo to drive his fat cock into her pussy, she realized that this was about to change our relationship forever. She wanted me to be the one to make the decision.
"Really?"
"Yes!" I hissed, "Do it"
With my consent given there was no more hesitation on her part. She maneuvered her body in front of his and pulled his cock towards her tight, wet cunt. This was it, a moment that I had both eagerly anticipated and dreaded for almost as long as we had been together... it was happening now - she was about to fuck another guy with a big cock right in front of me.
My heart was back into my throat as I saw Pablo realize what he was being offered - the chance to fuck my beautiful wife as he watched his own beautiful wife take a load of cum from a stranger - a quick glance through the window confirmed that she was now submissively sitting back on her heels as he slowly jerked himself inches from her forehead. This was all completely mind blowing, and I really didn't know where to look.
"No" I heard from my right. "I'm sorry.. I'm sorry... I can't. I do want to, but I'm so close...I can't. I have to save it for her. She likes me to be ready..."
This was quickly followed by an exasperated groan from Jenny - I almost had the same level of disappointment. Having crossed the bridge into consenting to have the love of my life fucked in front of me, this was an unbelievable level of frustration.
Jenny recovered her senses quickly,
"That's ok big boy. You be good and go fuck your wife as soon as she's finished with him.
I doubt that you'll be able to satisfy her as much, but she'll love you so much for trying."
I guess she figured he needed a little payback for turning her down. Pablo gave a small groan of his own and went back to watching the climax of the show, his large, hard and dripping tool sticking out and now pointed directly at his own wife.
"Come on baby," she said to me grasping my hand, "We should leave. I need you to fuck me senseless right now."
That was was an offer that I couldn't refuse for multiple reasons, so I tucked my engorged dick back into my shorts as best I could and said our farewells,
"Thanks man. Enjoy yourself."
"Yeah, thanks to you too. See you around I hope," he replied.
"Bye sweetie. I do hope we run into each other again," added Jenny. The inference was not lost on me.
I saw that her soaked panties were lying at Pablo's feet, but it gave me a thrill to decide to leave them there. As we turned back onto the path we both saw a torrent of cum erupting from the boy, drenching Anabel's face and neck. My own cock spasmed uncontrollably and it was all I could do not to explode in my pants. I can't see that Pablo was able to restrain his own climax, but I hope for his sake that he did. With his wife now finished with her boy toy and covered in cum, Pablo was going to have some intensive reclaiming to do.
"Wow! She's a very lucky girl," exclaimed Jenny as we emerged back into the open.
This was no doubt true, but I felt the need to get a grip back on the situation somewhat..
"Indeed. Don't you go getting any similar ideas," I mock scolded her.
"Yeah right, I know you baby," she replied smugly, "you'd love to watch me perform like that. That's ok, you don't have to admit it but I'm not going to forget that you offered my married, faithful pussy up to another man to fuck this evening. Even if I didn't get it, you still freely offered me."
"Well maybe, yes. But that was an extreme situation that had me lose my head for a minute. I'm not sure that the offer remains open."
We were now halfway back along the path towards the main area of the hotel. We could see a few people milling around the pool and bar area. Jenny stopped, tugged my hand and leaned in for a kiss. She pressed her body tightly up against mine, caressed the back of my head and hungrily explored my mouth with her tongue... so fucking sexy. She then planted a number of small wet kisses on my lips and face, before devouring my mouth with hers once again, pushing her tongue as deep as she was able and I happily returned the favor. I loved it when she kissed me like this, it was confirmation that she was mine.
"Mmmmm, I love you" I told her.
"Mmmm, I love you too. How do I taste?"
"Amaze..." I half replied before picking up on her meaning. She giggled. Fuck, I felt trapped, but my cock which had finally begun to relax jumped again at the thought. She giggled again..
"Did I just feel your cock twitch David? Do you like that your wife sucked another man a few minutes ago? Do I taste better having just sucked cock, or just different?"
I had the overwhelming feeling that somehow the past couple of hours - since we arrived on the beach until now - had created a monster in Jenny that was not easily going to be satisfied. My nerves were being severely rattled, but I couldn't deny the surge of sexual adrenaline that was now coursing through me.
"Maybe just a little different, definitely not better, but...." I said, more to placate her than anything.
Arm in arm, we resumed our walk back towards the hotel.
"But you like the thought of it, don't you. You like that I can be a bad girl, that sometimes I get to freely satisfy urges that us girls get once in awhile. How was it watching me play with him? Did you enjoy that? You always told me you would, but I was never really sure you could handle it.."
"Fine, I enjoyed it very much" I replied shortly, "How did you enjoy it? Was it everything you thought it would be?"
"God yes, I loved it. I was hoping that you guys would trade places, but maybe another time,"
she said poking me in the ribs. Just as I was going to turn on the path back to our room she pulled me the other way..
"Hey honey, let's get a drink.. and maybe some food - I'm starving."
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Chapter 3 - We make plans to go even further.
My escalating libido had completely obscured the fact that I hadn't eaten in hours. A cocktail and snacks sounded like a fantastic idea so we headed for the bar and snagged a couple of stools. Our bartender was a friendly, handsome and well built young black man, but I was hugely relieved when Jenny chose to ignore all this and focus just on me. Maybe she decided that I had suffered enough teasing and that my comfort zone had been pushed as far as I could handle for the evening. If so, she was right. If she was indeed taking pity on me, I was happy to soak it up. We had a couple of cocktails each, some amazing seafood and headed arm in arm back to our suite.
We were both still sexually fired up and there was no doubt that we were going to enjoy each other before sleep. But the travel time and the alcohol were taking their toll. After a quick shower we crawled into bed and into each others arms for what started as some gentle, familiar love making. Then....
"That was a fun evening" whispered Jenny as I slowly thrust between her welcoming thighs.
"I can't believe we got to do all of that, to see all of that," she continued. "Really an outstanding start to our vacation. Watching Anabel and that boy was fucking incredible. It really got to me"
"I know it did. You were pretty wild there for awhile."
"Ha ha, I know. You were too though, you can't blame it all on me."
"True enough," I said, happy to be considered an equal in our experimentation.
"Does my pussy feel good baby?"
"Of course.... always."
A pause...
"How do you think it would feel right now... if... you know..." she ventured.
"Oh god, I guess I'm not exactly sure. But I know it would still be amazing.." I found myself thrusting a little harder.
"Ooh - that's it baby, fuck me hard. Mmmm, that's good, I love that. I want you to imagine that you're not the first to do that to me tonight... like what almost happened. I nearly got fucked by a total stranger, didn't I?"
I picked up the pace, but didn't answer.
"Didn't I?" she repeated. "You tried to give my faithful married pussy away tonight to another man...a man with a big fat cock that would have stretched me out. Do you wish that he'd fucked me David?"
Silence.
"Do you?.... Tell me baby..."
I was really fucking her hard now with all the energy that I had left, but I still chose not to answer. I had the feeling that the monster was showing itself again and that I should be very careful not to encourage it.
"Fucking tell me," she insisted firmly, gasping between my thrusts. "Tell me and don't fucking lie."
"Ok, ok yes!" I growled back. There was no point in claiming otherwise. "Yes, I wished you'd been fucked by that guy and his big fat cock!" I exclaimed trying to prevent my own climax before she reached hers. Thankfully my confession seemed to put her over the top and we came together in the strongest mutual orgasm of our lives. Jesus that was good.
We lay panting tight in each others arms, bathed in each others sweat and cum. After finally catching her breath she cooed,
"God that was good sex, honey. The best. I'm going to dream about that big cock now."
One final tease for the day I guess. I decided to roll with it...
"You do that baby. You go ahead and dream about how close it came to being inside you,"
But she was not done quite yet.
"Not that one. The other one, the bigger one."
I went completely submissive... vanquished for the time being at least,
"Ok baby...whatever you want.."
And then thankfully,
"I love you and I love that you can be open and honest like that. I've never been with a man who can do that for me. You're amazing."
"You are too honey," was all I could muster as my body and mind shut down. Then sleep. Deep sleep.
My first thought on waking was that if all the heightened eroticism of the night before always led to a night's sleep like this one, count me in for a repeat. I had slept soundly for over eight hours and felt great. I could hear the shower running and smell fresh coffee. By the time Jenny emerged from the bathroom I was in shorts and on our private deck, sipping my first coffee while I poured hers. She walked out, naked and wet.
"Morning lover," she offered, "Ready for another exciting day?" she asked as she sat opposite me, coyly crossing her legs.
"Of course baby, anything you say. What do you have in mind?"
"Well, I'm not sure of any details yet but I had such fun teasing you last night that I figured I could have even more fun doing it to you all day. How does that sound?"
"It sounds terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. I think I'm ready for anything that you might want to do, but I am a little nervous," I admitted.
"That's good babe...you should be nervous. It wouldn't be nearly as satisfying if you weren't. Not for either one of us."
"Ok fine. But what about if I want to tease you too... to push you?"
"Bring it on. Let's see what you got!" she replied in apparent complete knowledge that I didn't have nearly what it would take to push her as far as she could push me.... but I was happy to have held my own for the time being.
We leisurely got dressed and prepared to be seen before heading to the cafe for breakfast. We sat under an umbrella and were served eggs and fruit, overlooking the ocean. Fantastic. Since Jenny was a very good amateur photographer and had bought her camera on the trip, I suggested finding some interesting locations for her to take some pictures.
"Sure babe, that would be great. I'd love to take some great photos to hang on the wall of the new cafe," she replied enthusiastically. "Let's take a drive and see if we can find that waterfall they told us about."
"Sounds great," I said, happy to have decided upon something entirely innocent. "You go grab your camera and I'll get directions."
Twenty minutes later Jenny joined me in our rented LandCruiser wearing a very sexy white bikini under a long, open orange shirt - her camera around her neck. I felt incredibly happy and proud of her as we headed out for our adventure.
We had an awesome morning exploring the waterfalls and she took some great photographs. We then took a dip in a swimming hole under the biggest of the falls and she allowed me to take some sexy pics of her in the water. There were only a few other people scattered around a fairly large area, including a couple of topless women who looked to be locals. Inevitably after a few minutes of modeling for me, she shed her top and allowed her full breasts on display for the camera. No one seemed to mind; in fact an older woman copied her by playing in the water, her huge floppy tits enjoying their freedom and bringing a big grin to her face and the two men she was with.
It was a great atmosphere.
Jenny really seemed at ease swimming and diving and playing about in the water cascading off the rocks. I quickly started thinking that the pictures that I was taking of her showing off were better than any she had taken of the scenery. She seemed to really enjoy the looks that she started getting from the dozen or so other people who had come to the swimming hole to do much the same thing. The locals seemed particularly impressed, with a "whoop" or two coming her way when they got a good look at her exposed tits or her luscious ass, covered as it was by a thin strip of fabric.
After she had exhausted herself with her cavorting she sauntered back towards me, and we found a shady spot to lay down our towels and take out the sandwiches and cold beers that we had picked up on the way. After lunch we both felt like napping so she lay back with her head nestled in my shoulder. I stroked her hair gently.
Just as I thought she was asleep, she murmured,
"You enjoyed last night didn't you?"
I hesitated but, "Yes, of course, you know I did."
"You enjoyed watching me be a bad girl?"
"Yes, baby, I always have."
"True. But I've never been that bad before...not with a guy's cock in my mouth. You're ok with it?" More a statement than a question, we had after all been over this last night, but I still felt like answering.
"Yes," I said simply.
"Good. But I have to admit that I'm a little jealous."
"You're jealous?!?"
"Yeah babe. You got to watch me play - and right in front of you. I want to watch you do something too...."
"Ah - ok. That's very fair of you," I responded with a tickle of her ribs. "And what exactly would you like to watch me do?"
"Well...you know... maybe make out with a hot girl. Feel her up. It depends on who I guess."
"Got anyone in mind?" I asked.
"Well, Anabel would be my number one choice. I'd love to see you play around with her. Maybe get a blowjob?" she ventured... "Would you like that?"
"Ha. Of course, I'd fucking love that as I think you already know. But I'm not sure that I'm really
her type."
"You're awesome...any girl would be lucky to have you. Why wouldn't you be her type?"
"Thanks babe. But judging by the two men that we know she likes, I'm not sure that I....." I decided to leave it unsaid.
"Oh yes, I think I know what you mean."
I was beginning to regret the way this conversation was going, and it had started so well!
"...for sure they're both bigger than you.." she was back in taunt mode and I noticed that her right hand was already between her legs... "one of them much bigger. But that doesn't mean that she would be uninterested in you David. Maybe if I tell her how good you are with your tongue. How would you like that, if she let you go down on her? Oh my god I'd love to see that...I'd be sooo jealous and horny!"
"Jesus babe... you'd really like that huh? I would too of course, she's amazingly sexy. And maybe having seen her perform like she did makes it even sexier. I'd love to taste her pussy."
"Mmmmm - me too. Maybe after you make her cum over your face you could kiss me and let me taste her while fucking my brains out. My god that would be so fucking hot."
Inevitably, with these new images coursing through my consciousness, my cock had started to grow, and my better judgement was bidding me goodbye.
"Yeah you'd like that huh? What if her husband had watched me eating her out also and had decided to take his turn with you? What if I'm kissing you deeply covered with her cum, but it's him between your open legs and his big cock ramming into your pussy? How would you like that, slut?"
Her only response was a guttural moan as she clenched her thighs together and jammed her fist between them. She bit my chest lightly as a small orgasm took her. My cock was now at full extension inside my shorts but since we were still within sight of a number of other people, neither one of us could touch it.
We remained quiet for enough time for her breathing to gently settle, and my cock also.
She was first to speak.
"Wow! We are really learning how to turn each other on, aren't we? That was amazing. Thanks for being so open to all these new and exciting ideas," she cooed rubbing my stomach gently.
"Well they're not really new I don't think. Just an extension of where we've already been. We've just never really had the opportunity to explore them like this before."
"Yeah, this is a whole new level. I didn't know that we could ever be as adventurous as this. So I guess it's time to admit that I'd really love to watch you fuck Anabel - not just eat her out. I want to watch you fuck her as hard as you've ever fucked me and then cum all over her pussy. That would make me so crazy with lust.... "
"Jeez babe... that sounds as hot as fuck. I'm totally down.." I joked, kissing her ear.
"Are we weird?" she continued, "Why is it that we have these fantasies? Is this anything even remotely normal?"
"Hmmm, well, I don't really know for sure, but I very much doubt that it's rare for couples to feel this way. Good couples anyway, couples who love each other and trust each other like we do. I remember reading porno mags when I was a teenager and half the letters and stories were stuff like this. They were probably all made up but they obviously appealed to the millions of people buying them. I didn't really understand it at the time, but I certainly do now."
"Really? Ok - I guess that makes me feel a little better. Not that I mind not being normal, but I just don't want this to take us to a dangerous place, a place where we're not together.
Did you share fantasies like these with any of your past girlfriends? Ali maybe..or that cute little blond - what's her name?"
"Carol? No, definitely not her. She was very dull about sex. Ali - maybe a bit, when things were going really well, but it faded fast. But I've almost always felt it with you, nearly from the beginning."
"Awwww - really? How sweet!" she was teasing again. "Please continue..."
"Ok, well.... I think we both knew from the start that we were going to stay together.....til death do we part, all that shit. We matched so well. All our friends knew it too - it just seemed inevitable. I was always fully confident that we would get married, have kids when we were both ready and be great together. I still feel that way."
"Ok babe, me too. You know I do. But how does that relate to this?"
"Well, do you remember when we had that first conversation about our past sexual experiences? It was on that trip to Napa after a good deal of wine."
"You know perfectly well that I remember. What about it baby?"
"Haha, yes I know you do. But as we spoke I remember thinking to myself that unlike any similar conversation that I'd had with any other girlfriend, how different I felt. I guess most couples tend to have this type of conversation with each other at some point, but it doesn't always end well. In my experience it was either tentative admissions of some things but definitely not everything. Or maybe too much information leading to anger and fighting. When Ali and I opened up to each other about past lovers it ended horribly. I was jealous and angry and I took it out on her by sulking. She did about the same with me...it was a disaster. And we barely admitted anything to each other really. We got over it, but we certainly never went there again." I paused while I thought carefully about how to continue.
"With you... it was totally different. I was more mature of course, and it just felt completely positive. I was still jealous, but instead of angry it just made me horny as fuck. You told me more than Ali ever did but instead of making me insecure and possessive, it made me want to hear details. I wanted to hear that you'd had all sorts of fucking crazy hot sex with different men and women and that you'd cum hard every time. It made me so hot with lust for you. I've replayed all your best stories in my head a thousand times, but always found myself fantasizing about hearing more. As I'm sure you'll recall, that conversation led to a very good time."
"Wow. Yeah, I remember and I guess I kind of knew why even then. We certainly never held back from telling each other stuff. Now I'm just sorry I didn't have more to tell you honey," she said as she tickled my ribs, "If I'd known I could get away with being a big slut back in my single days, I would have loved to take advantage of that."
"Haha, oh yeah you possibly could have. But you still had some pretty hot stories to tell."
"Did I? Well, tell me David, what were your favorites? Which ones do you most like to think about?"
"I think you know damned well which ones, and I don't feel like going into it right now. We should really be getting back to the resort."
"No. Not until you tell me. Come on - they're my stories, just let me know which ones you like hearing about the best. Maybe there are some spicy details that I haven't thought to tell you before....."
Ok - now she had me. That did sound good. Maybe there are details that I'd love to hear.
"Fine. The one about the baseball player in college. The one who was dating your friend."
"Ohhh, yeah... Diego. He was fucking hot. I only got together with him that one time when she was out of town."
"Yeah I know. That's partly what made it so hot for me. The fact that it was illicit and forbidden. That you were so turned on that you were prepared to fuck your best friend's boyfriend behind her back."
"Yeah that made it hot for me too. But it was really all her fault to begin with..."
"Oh yeah right? How on earth d'you figure that?"
"Well, if she didn't want me lusting after him, she really shouldn't of kept telling me about the size of his cock was how great a fuck he was."
All I could do at that was groan, before she continued...
"Oh, is that what made it such a turn on for you baby? Why do you think that is?"
"It just makes it more sexy, that's all," I said, a little defensively.
"Like last night?"
"Sort of yes. Although at this point in our relationship, last night was more like you playing with a toy. Like when I get you a new toy and you tease me by using it in front of me like it was real. Last night it was like the cock in your hands and your mouth was a toy... it was a real cock but you were just getting to play with it once and it didn't really matter who it was attached to. The fact that the guy has a super hot wife and he gets off watching her made it all seem very safe somehow. Does this make any sense?"
"Absolutely. And guess what - I love you all the more for it. Ok let's get out of here and find a bar...we need a drink!"
Heading back towards the resort at fairly high speed, we kept our eyes open for a decent looking establishment but were back at the hotel before finding one. Although the resort bar felt fairly unadventurous, it did allow us to drink without fear of getting pulled over in a foreign country. Occupying the same two stools as the previous night, we quickly ordered almost everything on the appetizer menu. The bartender was the same young handsome, black fellow as last night, and this time Jenny had no hesitation in flirting with him conspicuously. He relayed our food request to a waitress before ignoring me and returning his full attention to her.
"Having fun dear?" I asked after she let her fingertips brush his hand as he took her drink order.
"Mmmm you know it. But you are too," she responded with a grin. Then she continued... "By the way, you know I feel the same about the stories you told me of your past."
"Really?"
"Of course! You had two threesomes for christ's sake! Hearing about those made me so fucking jealous and horny at the same time. I never got to have any threesomes."
"Not until last night anyway," I answered back, letting my hand draw up her thigh.
"Hmmmm - I'm not sure that really counts," she countered.
"Oh really? Why the hell not? You had two cocks inside you at the same time, didn't you? How is that not a threesome?" I replied, now under my breath.
"Well I think to really count, we would all have needed to cum, no? I came hard, but neither of my guys did... not until later anyway and I wasn't even there for him."
"Haha ok I guess. How do you think his orgasm was after he rejoined his slutty wife?"
"Oh man...I reckon he came almost instantly and like fucking crazy. He must have been so ready after that show that she put on for him and having his cock in my mouth for as long as he did. He must have been ready to burst!"
I found that I was finally becoming more at ease with conversation on the subject of sharing my wife as I asked - with barely a hint of the usual trepidation,
"How did that feel for you, him in your mouth and me in your pussy?"
I realized that we covering similar ground to our conversation of last night, but I felt addicted to hearing this shit. Possibly realizing this, she gave me some new information,
"Honestly, and don't take this the wrong way baby, but I was sooo engrossed in having his beautiful cock halfway down my throat that I didn't immediately realize that I was getting spit-roasted for the first time in my life. It's not that I couldn't feel you - of course I could - but having you fuck me felt completely natural. It wasn't until after I first took my mouth off him for a moment that I understood exactly what was happening and at that point I couldn't wait to put him back in. That made me cum almost instantly. Too bad you were so close already... but I don't blame you at all."
Leaning her mouth right into my ear, her hot breath electrifying every erogenous zone I possessed, she continued, "Thinking back, all I could have wished for, like I told you last night but you obviously want to hear again, was that you guys would swap positions and then blast me at both ends simultaneously with both your cocks and all that cum. That would have been every girl's dream..."
I could feel sparks from her tongue, into my ear and somehow to the tip of my rock hard dick. I managed to reply,
"Really Jenny? Is that really what every girl dreams about?"
"All the fun ones anyway," she replied laughing. "All my girlfriends from college sure did and most of them got to do it too - then I'd have to hear all about how fucking great it was to have two guys at the same time. The girls I know now, well, I guess we don't discuss it in the same way. But I bet most of them do..."
"Ok. Good to know" I said moving my hand under her hem and nearly to her panties. "I'll remember that when you deserve a treat."
"Thanks baby, please do," she whispered in my ear. "I'll make it totally worth your while."
"Ok well," I added quickly, as I became nervous that I was playing with fire, "Don't get too excited. I was thinking our 10th anniversary or something like that. Not just because you happen to be horny.."
She bit my earlobe and pushed my hand away. "Well we'll see, won't we," was all she had to say to that.
Our cocktails had arrived and she, possibly resentful of my last comment, wasted no time in again grasping the bartender's hand and leaning forward to whisper in his ear. He smiled, looked a little shocked, and then leant forward to hear more. Her mouth was so close to his ear, just as it had recently been to mine, that he must be feeling her hot breath send shivers directly to his genitalia, much as I had. I couldn't hear anything of what she was saying. All I could do was sit there and pretend not to be bothered by it, which was far from the truth.
When she finally pulled away with a conspiratorial smile on her face, he leaned back slowly nodding his head. After inflicting this fucking torture, she turned back to me still wearing the smile. I knew better than to ask what she had said to him, and tried to act as nonchalantly as I could. I was well aware that she wasn't buying it.
She sipped her drink. I tried to concentrate on the array of plates that had just arrived in front of us. We started to eat in silence.
"Holy shit!" she suddenly exclaimed, changing the mood. I looked up. "Wow. I didn't expect that. Look over there honey - people we know!"
I scanned the tables out on the veranda in the dim light of candles and tiki torches and instantly recognized them. Pablo and Anabel were sitting eating dinner.
"Oh shit" I exclaimed, completely unnecessarily.
"It's ok David. What do you think could possibly happen? It's all good."
As we tried not to stare but watched them anyway, I took in their appearance. I found myself wondering whether I could possibly guess that this couple was capable of what we now know they are. The answer was a resounding no, they looked simply too perfect. Clearly, I was learning a lesson in first impressions.
It seemed inevitable that they would eventually look up and see us and I wondered for the first time if Pablo had told Anabel of our presence last night. I could well imagine a situation where she would have been livid at the thought that strangers had watched her show, and that her husband had so freely allowed it, let alone got his cock sucked. Clearly if he had told her everything, this couple was on another level of openness with each other.
My wondering was soon largely answered when Anabel raised her hand and waved excitedly in our direction. Jenny didn't hesitate to wave back - it seemed to me that the two women had already created a common bond between them...and they hadn't even met yet.
Anabel had a quick word with Pablo, then he got up and headed our way. As he approached I stood and offered him my hand which he shook warmly.
"Hey you two," he exclaimed as he bent and kissed Jenny's cheek.. "Great to see you both. Anabel was hoping that you could join us at our table for a quick nightcap after we all finish our dinner."
"Sure we'd love to," replied Jenny with a broad grin. "We'll come over in a few minutes."
"Great. What are you guys drinking? I'll order another round."
As Jenny chatted, I looked back over at Anabel who was intently looking our way. She smiled when our eyes met, and I found myself smiling back. It was a completely new experience for me, exchanging glances with a woman who I'd just watched in such an intimate act, let alone one this beautiful. However, her expression somehow made it feel really quite natural. I instantly lost my trepidation of joining them.
Jenny and I finished our meal without sharing our thoughts. When we saw their plates getting cleared, we headed over hand in hand.
Anabel and Pablo both got up as we approached and greeted us with hugs, as if to acknowledge the fact that in some ways we were much better acquainted than we possibly were in others. It was an odd situation but not uncomfortable.
Our fresh drinks arrived just as we took our seats around their table. Anabel kicked off the conversation with asking where we were from and how long we were staying at the resort. It all took a very conventional tone and I soon put how we met out of my mind. They were charming and easy to talk with, as Jenny and I spoke of where we both grew up, how we met and when we both landed in California. They seemed genuinely interested. I was about to inquire something about them as I felt like we hadn't really learned much when Anabel changed the subject.
"So I hear that you enjoyed my performance last night," she said with a questioning and very cool raise of one eyebrow.
It took us both off guard, but Jenny quickly recovered.
"Oh hell yes," she replied. "It was spectacular. We've never seen anything like it!"
"Well I'm glad. I enjoyed it immensely too... I know that my wonderful husband was already loving it, but thanks to you guys for making it even better for him. I think it was one of the most exceptional experiences of our lives together, don't you think dear?"
"Absolutely," added Pablo. "Probably the best."
"I was fairly sure he was going to say that," she laughed. "Yes, it was the best. We've had a number of memorable encounters but you guys got to see and partake in the most exceptional. It was great that you could share it with us."
At that moment I did indeed feel very lucky. To have witnessed the most amazing sexual event in the lives of this incredible couple was a privilege for sure - and then to be thanked for intruding!! I couldn't imagine it getting any better.
After we had made a little more small talk, Anabel stretched out her arms in an exaggerated gesture and declared,
"Guys, I'm sorry but I really need to get some sleep. Pabs has been just wearing me out. Is there any chance that you guys could join us for lunch at our place... maybe tomorrow or the next day?"
"Gosh we'd love to," said Jenny quickly. "Either day works I think, don't you honey?"
"Well we have the company golf game on Thursday but that's our only obligation all week," I replied. "So tomorrow probably works best."
"Oh that damned golf game...do we really have to? I don't even play stupid golf."
"You know we do. It's all couples and it's just 'best ball' so it really doesn't matter if you suck at it. It's just a fun way to spend time with everyone.."
"Whatever," she said dismissively. "Ok then - tomorrow is good. What time should we come by - we know where you are already," she giggled.
"Wonderful," replied Anabel. "One o'clock would be perfect. See you then," she added as she reached out to hug us both before Pablo kissed Jenny and he and I shook hands.
On the way back to our room Jenny and I hardly spoke, as I think we were both lost in thoughts of might transpire in just a few hours from now. We showered and watched a little TV as a distraction, before laying in bed and holding each other closely. I was horny but didn't want to push it - I think she was too but I sensed that she was holding back. I instinctively knew that she wanted to build up tension for what was to come, not defuse it by allowing either one of us a sexual release. I was exhausted anyway and so soon fell asleep.
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Chapter 4 - Pablo and Anabel take us over the edge.
In the morning it was almost as if we were doing everything possible to avoid the subject of sex. Which was fine since we were here in a beautiful place with lots of other things to do. We enjoyed breakfast at a roadside stand that we had seen the day before, an amazing hike up a dormant volcano and then a quick swim in the hotel pool before a shower and a walk to our lunch hosts. Jenny was wearing a loose sundress that reached mid thigh, and I wasn't sure what else. We held hands as we walked the pathway towards their villa, much as we had done less than two days before. In some ways it seemed like a lot longer than that - almost as if it never really happened at all. Music was playing from the inside and the front door was wide open. We knocked anyway and then walked through the living room and into the kitchen where we were greeted by a young, dark skinned local girl as she prepared what looked like oysters. She showed us through to a porch, off which there was a small private swimming pool. Pablo and Anabl were setting the table as we approached.
"Hey guys!" exclaimed Anabel. "Make yourselves a drink - the bar is right there. Samara is doing the cooking today...lucky us!"
Pablo again shook my hand as the girls hugged. He then led me to the bar where I grabbed two beers for my wife and I. I turned and handed one to Jenny as he started conversation, slowly leading me around the pool and over to the best spot for an ocean view.
"If only every day could be this amazing, huh? Idyllic weather, location and company. We're lucky enough to be able to come here for a couple of weeks every winter but I try and never take it for granted. There are some other places in the world that I love to visit but I'm never more relaxed than when I'm here. Have you guys been on the island or at this resort before?"
"No, we were lucky enough to be invited by the company that I just did a deal with. They are the guys that I mentioned last night, the ones we have to play golf with. The boss loves to throw money around when things are going well...which is great for the time being but could end as soon as we get home. I work freelance so I might never hear from them again, it's just the nature of the beast."
I was expecting Pablo to ask what exactly I did as a freelancer with these big spenders - most people would - but he didn't seem interested. It made me wonder what he did for a living;
Jenny and I had guessed that he ran a hedge fund and that she was a model, but now I wasn't sure.
We chatted more about the resort, the local towns and the people. It was maybe 20 minutes before we were called for lunch to be served by the pool. As we took our seats Anabel was pouring a very dark liquid into four glasses.
"This is a locally distilled liquor that Pabs and I are big fans of," she said. "I'm not even sure how to pronounce the name, and I've never seen it in any of the stores, but Samara here brings it to us when she can. We find it best to enjoy it with the oysters and then we can move on to wine."
"Gosh - this seems decadent," exclaimed Jenny. "But we're on vacation so what the hell,"
she said raising her glass.
We all clinked glasses over the middle of the table as Samara placed plates with six oysters each embedded on crushed ice in front of us. I sipped at mine and was almost engulfed by it's heady aroma and taste. It burned as it went down and seemed to spread into my core like molten lava. The rush to my head was almost instantaneous.
"Whoa!" exclaimed Jenny as she undoubtedly felt the same effect. "I can see why you like it. I've never had anything like that before."
Her voice was already sounding somewhat distant - like it might at the end of a long night out. But I had only had one sip and had a long way to go. Putting the powerful beverage down, I quickly turned my attention to the oysters as I tried to shake off the feeling.
Luckily the oysters helped and a large glass of water had me feeling relatively normal again.
I ventured another tiny sip of the liquor and was rewarded by a similar rush, but one that I felt I could control. I noticed that Jenny was ahead of me, almost finishing her glass, which came as no surprise. By the time I'd had all six oysters, a good deal of bread and a couple more glasses of water, I was finally done with the drink. I was high, but fairly pleasantly so. Already another glass was put in front of me and filled with red wine as grilled lamb was served with plantains and green salad.
Lunch was fantastic and Samara catered with practiced ease. Conversation flowed freely - not least because we were all totally buzzed. Jenny talked about her photography project for her new cafe, and then we finally learned that Pablo was actually an artist - didn't see that coming. Anabel had indeed been a model before opening what was now a group of art galleries based originally in Miami but was now in New York, L.A. and Aspen. I wasn't surprised to hear that they were both of mixed race - Pablo had an Ecuadorian father and a Scottish mother, while Anabel had a Japanese father and a Scandinavian mother. Hence the exotic quality that they both were lucky enough to embody.
They had met at an art show in Miami nearly ten years ago and had collaborated on a project of some kind before becoming a couple soon after. They smiled at each other conspiratorially leaving the details of that unsaid. Clearly there was an interesting tale or two that we were yet to hear.
I found myself volunteering my empty glass when Pablo offered more of the strong liquor, and as he poured I noticed that Anabel was rolling a joint. Clearly this afternoon was going to be spent in an inebriated & decadent haze. Wanting to look more at ease than I was I accepted the joint as it was passed to me and pretended that it wasn't the first time since college.
"Let's move to the couch," suggested our hostess. "It's far more comfortable and I could use the shade." She led the way to an L shaped outdoor couch covered by a large canopy. I was grateful for both the shade and the comfort as I reclined in the corner section. Anabel followed me and Jenny and Pablo took the long side. The joint got passed a couple more rounds and we all seemed to melt into the oversized cushions. I noticed that Anabel had closed her eyes and I felt at ease enough to do the same.
A peel of laughter arose me from a very pleasant slumber. Opening my eyes I saw that Pablo and Jenny were now in the pool and that Anabel was toweling off in front of me. Clearly I had missed at least a few minutes. She was now wearing a white cotton bikini that clung to her amazing skin, almost see through now wet. I was possibly staring at her phenomenal ass as she acknowledged that I was awake,
"Like it?" she asked with a grin.
I figured that there was no point in denial. "Very much. It looks....well, I don't really have words."
"Haha.. how sweet." She dropped herself beside me on the couch - but much closer this time, thighs touching - and laid her head on my chest. Our respective spouses were still in pool, crouched down so that only their heads were above water and close enough to be talking without us being able to hear.
Anabel continued, "Jenny was just telling us how much she enjoyed my performance the other night. Well not just me, my friend Stalin was the real star."
"Stalin?!?!" I exclaimed. "His name was Stalin?!?"
"Ha. Yes - funny isn't it. I got fucked by Stalin. Apparently it's quite a common name here. It means man of steel...it is certainly appropriate in his case."
"Wow - yeah no shit. Fitting indeed. But still, he wasn't the star Anabel. We were all watching you."
"Thanks honey, but I bet you all enjoyed seeing him too - particularly your wife. That cock of his should be in an art gallery for christ's sake, and who would know better than me?" she quipped.
"Indeed. We should all be so lucky.. he was impressive."
"Oh don't worry David. Most girls might enjoy a really big one from time to time - particularly if they're being watched - but I couldn't handle that every day. I wouldn't want to anyway. He practically split me in two!"
"Ok good to know, thanks," I responded with some relief. I was going to add something about how her husband had a fairly huge cock too, but decided to leave that subject alone. So I followed with,
"So you like being watched? Did you mind that Jenny and I got to see too?"
"No, not at all. I just wish I'd known! When I was done with Stalin and Pablo came inside holding Jenny's soaked panties, and told me what had just happened with you guys, I got totally turned on again...which was perfect for him as he was desperate to fuck me! But I wanted to cum again, and he was sooo close so I made him eat me first."
"Oh god, really?" I exclaimed without realizing how it sounded.
" Oh don't be such a prude. No.... in fact don't be such a hypocrite... if that had been your wife, you would absolutely have done that, and you know it. Didn't you kiss your wife after she had sucked my husband's cock?"
"Ermm...yes. Actually she made me do it. I didn't realize at first, but then she made sure to let me know."
"And how did that feel? Did it excite you? Tell the truth now..."
I smiled sheepishly but remained silent.
"David - I already know your cock jumped when you realized. Jenny told me before lunch."
"Fuck really? She told you that? How did she get to that so fast? You guys were only chatting for a few minutes."
"Well, she told me so fast because I asked her. And I was very happy to hear her reply. You wanted to taste your wife's infidelity didn't you? It's not like she was cheating on you, you were right there, encouraging her. I wanted to find out what kind of couple you guys might be, and that told me a lot."
"Oh yeah? What did it tell you?" I needed to hear...
"Only good things David, don't worry. That you guys are open minded and comfortable with your sexuality. That you can handle sexual challenges that most couples probably can't. You see, it's really no different - eating your wife's pussy after someone else just fucked her, and kissing her after she had another man's cock down her throat. Don't worry honey... Pablo struggled with this too, and we talked it over until it made sense. It doesn't mean that you want to see what a cock tastes like, just that you want to see what your slutty wife tastes like. Pablo now understands that, which is why he eagerly went down on me as soon as I directed him. Granted it would have been a little different if my pussy had been full of another man's cum, but it wasn't. Even so....." she trailed off.
Even though I really wanted to hear where she was going with this train of thought, movement in the pool got our attention.
It hadn't occurred to me until now that Jenny had come here without a bathing suit. As she climbed out of the pool on the far side right in front of Pablo, this fact became apparent.
Her shoulders and back appeared above the water line with no sign of apparel, and it wasn't until her lower back became her buttocks that an incredibly flimsy piece of wet fabric finally obscured at least a tiny bit of her otherwise naked body. She had on her sexiest panties and they were obviously sopping and see through. She looked like a wet dream.
"Wow," exclaimed the beauty laying against me.
I could only nod in agreement. I suddenly became painfully aware that the conversation and the sight now before me had combined to give me a painfully hard and obvious erection - just inches from Anabel's chin. As we watched Pablo and Jenny walk into the house together she brushed over it with her left hand. This more than made up for the fact that I was watching my almost naked wife disappear with another man. This incredible beauty whose highly erotic image had been at the absolute forefront of my mind since first seeing it, was now openly rubbing my engorged cock. She lifted her head and brought her face close to my own - studying me intently. She then brushed her lips across mine and brought them to my ear. Whispering so that her breath was at full effect in that direct connection to my genitals,
"Mmmm. How come your cock is hard David?"
I figured that this was best left as a rhetorical question and needed no reply.
But she continued, "Could it be that you enjoyed our conversation? Or maybe it was the sight of your wife nearly naked and dripping wet. Or maybe it's the thought of what she's doing now, hmmmm? Those were a very sexy pair of panties she had on, she was clearly expecting to have the chance to show them off, don't you think? Did you know that she intended to show her panties off David? Do you think she still has them on or that they've been discarded on the floor by now."
She was now rubbing my cock from base to tip languidly. I was close to being overwhelmed, not just by her actions but also her words. I risked bringing this all to an end by softly cupping her left breast with my right hand. She didn't flinch, but covered my hand gently with hers as I teased her nipple, before returning her attention to my cock.
I was reminded of the sight of her naked tits stretched taught by her arms up, over her head, her entire body tight and glistening with sweat as that enormous cock impaled her from below. My own cock twitched involuntarily at the memory and felt as hard as an iron bar. I began to suspect a connection between the powerful liquor and the blood coursing towards my groin. I felt like an electric current was making both my head and my erection buzz like never before. I realized that we were probably all feeling a similar effect. This gave me a pang of uncertainty about what my wife was likely doing with her husband.
"Ah - I'll take that as a yes. Mmmm, your cock is so fantastically hard." She kissed my ear as I increased the pressure of my fingertips pinching on her nipple.
"When you guys were watching me the other night, you understood what my Pablo was getting out of it right? How much pleasure he derives from watching me."
"Yes, I think so," I ventured, hopefully sounding a little less convinced than I was actually feeling. I was still unprepared to openly admit to her intimate secrets that I had with my wife, although I suspected she already knew.
So I asked her,
"How did you guys establish this between you, that he likes to watch and you like to be watched?"
"Ah - good question," she replied with a grin and then sat a little more upright.
"It was actually fairly early on in our relationship. We had been working and traveling together for a couple of months but keeping it very professional. He had a girlfriend in Paris and I had a long distance relationship with an older man that I'd been seeing for a couple of years. Pablo and I were in South Beach where we were both living at the time, when we went out clubbing, got fairly drunk and ended up in bed together. Do you want to hear the whole story?" she asked. I certainly did - I was finding it fascinating.
"Yes, if you don't mind telling," I replied.
"I'd love to... these are some of my favorite memories. And maybe they'll give you some ideas," she suggested as she patted my cock.
"It was great from the start - we had awesome chemistry and the fact that it was so naughty made it all the more fun. We were both cheating but with little chance of being caught - it was a very special time. We had only slept together a couple of times when my boyfriend called me early in the morning from his place in Marrakesh, waking us both up. In my sleepy state, I stupidly took the call and had to have a long chat with him as Pablo nuzzled at my ear and rubbed my ass from behind. At one point I definitely moaned into the phone. Looking back, I'm sure that Hamid was already suspicious." She seemed to ponder this and then resumed...
"He was a total playboy himself and surely didn't really expect me to be completely faithful, given the time and distance between us. Since he'd called early and woken me up, I think he guessed that I wasn't alone. He kept me on the phone, asking about what I'd been up to and who I'd been socializing with, and then started asking me what I was wearing and if I'd been thinking about him? I was completely stuck..." she said laughing.
"...between my rich and influential boyfriend on the phone and Pablo poking his cock into me from behind. Pabs was close enough so that he could hear everything that Hamid was saying and it began to seem like a game - and soon enough Hamid started saying stuff that seemed to be directed at Pablo as much as me. It was wild."
"Good god!" I exclaimed. "That is wild. Like what?"
"Like - Do I miss his big cock? And have I been masturbating thinking about all the dirty things we'd done together? At first I was worried that Pabs was going to get mad and maybe say something or storm off. Instead it was almost as if the two men had an understanding. It was as if Hamid was talking right to Pabs and letting him know that he knew what was going on, and that the price he had to pay was to listen. Amazingly to me, Pablo reacted by thrusting his very hard cock ever more desperately. But Hamid kept me on the phone, so not letting him get any further. He kept me talking about how much I was looking forward to getting him in between my legs again. About how much I loved to suck him and take his cum in my mouth. It was fucking torture!!"
She laughed again... I was hanging on every word.
"Even though Pablo had his cock a fraction of an inch from being inside me and Hamid was thousands of mile away, Hamid was in total control. He had me begging to be close to him and to feel him deep inside me as soon as possible. It was complete sexual mastery. Pablo was in agony but insanely turned on. When Hamid finally said goodbye it was like he was telling Pabs that he could now go ahead and fuck me."
"What exactly did he say?" I asked somewhat superfluously.
"Pabs and I talked this over a bunch of times and neither of us can really quite remember. But it was something like - Ok baby. I'm sure you've got something or someone you'd rather be doing than talk to me...go ahead and have fun. I'll be lying here thinking about what you're up to."
"Oh yeah, he definitely knew," I responded. "Kinda seems like he was getting off on it in his own way too."
"Oh for sure. And he was such a player anyway, I'm sure it wasn't his first time in a situation like that. I met him while I was modeling and he seemed to know all the girls. But he played it perfectly. When Pablo and I finally got to make love, it was Hamid I was thinking about."
"Really? Did you ever tell him? Pablo I mean...."
"Of course, I told him right away! I still didn't want to think of him as my boyfriend - just as an occasional fling. So it helped him understand that, although I was cheating, my heart still belonged to Hamid."
"You just came out and said that you were imagining he was someone else?"
"Hmmm - not exactly I don't think. I don't really remember quite how it went - I think Pabs asked me if Hamid really had a large cock, or was he just talking himself up."
"And.....?"
"And yes, he had a large one. It's amazing how obsessed you guys are with this...he wanted to know, now you want to know..."
"Ha, yeah apparently we are obsessed. But we're fairly sure that it matters more to you girls than you let on, so... what happened next?"
"He wanted me to compare Hamid's size with his. Pabs knows he's well endowed so I think he felt fairly confident."
"What did you tell him?"
"I told him that Hamid was only an inch or so longer than him."
"But...."
"But... also a bit fatter"
"Oh Jesus - that's huge. That must be nearly as big as that kid the other night."
"Well I was exaggerating somewhat, but it seemed as if that's actually what he wanted to hear."
"What did Pablo say when you told him that Hamid was bigger?"
"He didn't say anything. He just roughly spread my legs and fucked me like a man possessed. It was awesome. It was then that I began to realize just how powerful a little jealousy can be. He got so fired up it led to some really intense sex. I've read somewhere that it's because you react to the thought of the competition or something like that..."
"So that established this understanding between you? It seems like a big jump between hearing about a former lover and watching you like he did the other night."
"No, but it was definitely the start of it. At that point we were still just occasional partners. We both had significant others. He'd go off to be with his girlfriend and I'd get jealous. And whenever I met with Hamid, he'd get jealous. We hadn't reached anything like the level of understanding that we have now."
"What changed that?"
"Well, a couple of months after the phone call, Hamid invited me to come and spend a week at his home in Morocco. It's an amazing place and I hadn't seen him in a few weeks, so of course I said yes. Then he asked if it was possible to bring my new artist whose work was really beginning to catch on, as he'd love to meet him and possibly buy a piece. He would send tickets and a limo.... as he always would. It just so happened that Pablo was that artist. I think Hamid had known all along - he'd seen pictures and knew my type I guess."
I found myself wondering what 'her type' actually was.
She continued, "At first Pabs didn't want to go, so I had to explain to him how important it was to both our careers. If Hamid bought a piece it would really alert other collectors and make him a hotly prized new talent... if he blew this opportunity then it could really cost him. For better or worse, that's how the art world works. I didn't want to use my Hamid to further both our careers, but since he was offering...."
"Yeah for sure, of course," I assured her, wanting to hear more.
"Well, off we went on the understanding that we were just associates, not lovers of course. Although I think we both felt that we were being played to a certain extent. I told him that he'd have to be unflappable when Hamid and I were together, and to talk about his girlfriend in Paris a lot. I had to remind him that Hamid could possibly ruin both of our reputations if he chose to, although I really didn't think that a possibility. Anyway, when we got there Hamid could hardly have been more charming to us both and although he touched me and held me in front of Pablo, he didn't make a big show of it. He was so disarming and genuinely knowledgable about his work, that Pablo couldn't help but to like him.
The fact that at the end of each day, I headed towards Hamid's room and not Pablo's was not ideal but could have been a lot worse. He kept his head and we all had a wonderful time meeting many of Hamid's friends and going to lots of parties. Pablo was given every opportunity to spend time with any number of beautiful women but he always refrained, using his girlfriend as an excuse. But I knew better of course - he was doing it for me, even as I was being ravished every night in the same house. I appreciated that very much, it told me a lot about him. Luckily it's a huge house so it's not like he could hear anything!" she said laughing.
"So how else did this affect your relationship with Pablo?" I prodded.
"It was on our last evening there. Hamid was leaving for the Far East the next day, so Pablo and I were scheduled to head back to Miami. Hamid had just negotiated to buy two of Pabs' pieces and we were all in a great mood. But after dinner, Hamid was very keen to get me alone as it was going to be our last night together for awhile. He apologized to Pablo as he bid him an early goodnight, and then led me out to the pool which was so beautiful, small and very old, built into the brick and surrounded by low walls covered in rose bushes. He stripped off to his shorts and me to my underwear, and then led me down the steps and into the water. We were under a starry sky and he took me in his arms and we kissed - it was the most romantic moment of my entire life - even to this day."
She signed as she recalled this obviously special time...
"As his hands caressed me, around my breasts and my vagina I of course became extremely turned on. I could feel his hard prick prodding at my thigh so I reached down to free it from its' confines. As his fingers were slipping inside the tiny strip of my panties that protected my pussy, I realized that it was entire possible that Pabs was watching us. We had left him at the dinner table and he could easily have followed us as far as the window overlooking the pool."
It was becoming obvious to me that Anabel was turning herself on by retelling this story. In fact, the clarity of her account was such that she had either told this many times before or at least rehearsed it for moments like this. It was told to maximum erotic effect and was clearly working on us both. She had begun to squirm gently in my arms so I let my hand explore a little further, moving to her other breast and then down to her exquisite belly. She in turn, lowered her hand to my testicles...
"Go on," I pleaded, the double meaning not lost on her...
"Ok Ok. Well - with the thought that Pablo was possibly watching us, I decided that I should put on a bit of show. It's not like he was catching us doing anything, he already knew we were doing it. If he was watching it was because he wanted to, so I figured that I'd make it worth his while. I walked Hamid to the far edge of the shallow pool and hoisted myself up. I felt deliciously naughty as I spread my legs to both men. Hamid lowered himself into the water and peeled my panties off. My very aroused vagina was now clearly visible to the window, that is until Hamid lowered his head and started to lick me. I looked up and stared directly at where I thought that Pablo was standing. I reached behind Hamid's head and held him in position, not only increasing pressure of his tongue on my clit, but also ensuring he couldn't look up and see the way I was performing for my first ever audience."
She now began to work her fingertips in the waistline of my shorts...
"I was sure that Pablo was getting off on it. When Hamid stood up and climbed out of the water, I wasted no time in grabbing his hard cock at the perfect angle for Pablo to see me as I wrapped my lips around it and started sucking. Maybe Hamid knew what I was doing, maybe not. Either way, when he was ready he bent me over a chair and took me from behind, my face pointing directly at the window. I'd never before felt the thrill of being watched, particularly by another lover. After a few minutes of putting on as good a show as I knew how, Hamid took me to bed and away from prying eyes. We spent awhile making love and then slept until dawn."
I let me fingers venture lower also, playing with her waistband in a similar way as she was playing with mine.
She continued, "Hamid took me once more, fast and hard, before I was even fully awake. Soon he was heading for the car that had already pulled up outside. I quickly threw on a robe and went out onto the balcony to blow him a goodbye kiss. As his car pulled out, I noticed that Pablo was also now standing at his balcony, watching through the glass. I stood there, staring at him until he opened the doors and came out. He seemed unsure of what to do... waiting for me to go back to bed, or to invite him in. I was unsure of myself too, so I motioned for him to meet me in the courtyard. With the driver gone, I just had to avoid the housekeeper. As I tiptoed down the stone stairs towards the courtyard, I could feel the dampness that Hamid had left between my legs....."
This seemed like a perfect opportunity - so I took it and started to run a fingertip along the ridge of her pussy lips. It quickly created a little valley in between them, culminating at her clit. I could feel dampness as she began to moan gently.
"Please continue..." I said, smiling down at her. She smiled back and complied...
"I pulled the robe tightly around me, realizing that I should just reassure Pablo that we could soon be together again, before returning to my room to shower. But as soon as he saw me Pablo took me forcefully into his arms and locked his lips against mine. He knew and he didn't care - he was unstoppably turned on. It was all I could do to make him step inside before he had my robe up, my ass out, and his hard cock in my recently fucked and very wet pussy. Oh god..It makes me wet just to think about it again. I hadn't realized before but it was the single sexiest, dirtiest, wildest, most hedonistic act that I could have imagined.... for both of us."
She looked up at me and stared into my eyes,
"Something tells me that it would be for Jenny also - to have you fuck her after she had been pleasured by another man....and I think for you too, no?"
I drew a sharp breath, as she edged me to the point of torture.
"Your cock tells me that's definitely a yes," she cooed as I shivered with the erotic electricity of the moment. She then seemed to decide to change the subject back to the present. "What about Pablo's cock right now, David? Do you think that it's all hard too? Wow - it must really be sticking out of his shorts, no? Do you think that your wife has noticed it yet? Mmmm I wonder what she wants to do with it. Well, it's not like she hasn't touched it before. Do you think she's touching him right now?"
Pre-cum was now soaking through the cotton of my shorts. She rubbed at it thoughtfully... I became very concerned that I was about to ejaculate very prematurely.
"Are you wondering if she's decided to take you up on your offer to spread those fabulous thighs of hers for my husband's fat cock? Maybe she's taking it right now...lying back on the couch and grunting in appreciation of his stretching out her tight young vagina? Maybe later you'll get to experience her much as Pablo did me that morning in Morocco."
I couldn't take it anymore - this woman had very purposefully worked me into a state of desperation. I thought to myself that if her husband was getting to fuck my wife, the least I could do was to try and fuck his. And anyway, she knew exactly what she was doing, turning me on as impossibly as she was. Being as smooth and controlled as I could muster, I twisted my upper body and planted my lips on hers, simultaneously sliding my hand down into her bikini bottoms. She hungrily kissed me back as my middle fingertip led the way directly to the pinnacle of her vagina and the unmistakable folds of her clitoral hood. Sliding lower I bathed my fingertip in the secretions of her vagina before concentrating again on her clit which was now protruding nicely, and was receptive to my freshly lubricated touch.
Luckily I'm pretty experienced in this department, having had plenty of girlfriends before marriage, so I knew well what was most likely to work.... and I wasn't wrong. She quickly began to writhe under me, and attack the bulge in my shorts by slipping her hand down inside my waistband. Oh fuck this incredible woman was grabbing my cock and sending me into a panic that I was about to cum in my goddamned shorts. Quickly realizing how bad this would be, I slid away from her and down onto my knees between her legs. She groaned in frustration but I quickly made the right move as I pulled the crotch of her swimsuit aside and lowered my face to her waiting pussy.
There it was - inches away - that pussy that I had become obsessed by. Trying not to be overeager I slid the tip of my tongue from top all the way down as I far as I could reach between her asscheeks and then back up again to tease her clit as best I knew how. She moaned in obvious pleasure so I got into a well practiced rhythm of slowly building her arousal in a way that gave me time to recover my control. I took my time, ecstatic that I was to be in this exact position.
Her pussy inevitably tasted wonderful, delicate and slightly floral... I licked again down as low as I could before drinking in her juices that were now flowing freely, and then went back to concentrating higher, on and around her clit and then repeating the sequence in a number of transcendent cycles. Just as she appeared to be reaching a crescendo I noticed movement in the corner of my eye. Leaning slightly to see better without losing my rhythm on Anabel's clit, I was greeted by the sight of her husband and my wife staring intently at my efforts. They were both dressed as I had last seen them, which was not substantially but it hadn't seemed to have changed. It had only been a few minutes since they left the pool and I didn't really know how long they'd been watching.
I was about to react to their presence when I felt Anabel's hand grab behind my head and her splayed sex grind into my open mouth. Realizing that I was best served by completing the task at hand, I lapped feverishly at her clit and ignored the audience. Anabel's upper body bucked violently as she came and I was rewarded by a rush of her precious fluid. She now grabbed me with both hands as she came back down to earth and slowly relaxed into the sofa cushions. I couldn't help myself from gently licking at the nectar that her cunt had produced - I didn't want to waste a drop. With Pablo and Jenny looking on, I knew that there were going to be consequences for this, so I figured I might as well get my money's worth so to speak. But instead of any recrimination, Jenny walked over and sat on the couch beside Anabel, her still naked breasts pressed up against our hostess, and stroked my arm.
"That was beautiful baby," she assured me.
Anabel joined in, "Yes, you were right. He is good. That was beautiful."
Pablo was now standing behind the couch and kneading his wife's shoulders. He was clearly used to seeing her indulge with other partners and wasn't the least bit fazed. I realized that I had been set up to perform for all three of them - but who was I to complain? I glanced at my wife as the realization hit me once again that she could have just been fucked... and as if my cock needed any more encouragement, it twitched again. Her face was smiling at me sweetly, and I think innocently. But her panties were definitely wet.... was it just her secretions, or maybe his too. My head spun.
"Who needs a drink?" Jenny quipped, pretending to break the tension, not that there really was any.
"Good thinking," said Pablo, as he headed to the bar. As I rose Anabel sat up and leaned in for a kiss. As she did so, she rubbed my still achingly hard erection with one hand whilst I noticed the other one slipping between Jenny's thighs. She then whispered so we both could hear, "Sorry I didn't get to reciprocate, but I think it would be best if your wife got you at full strength tonight. Maybe another time."
Before I could think of anything approaching the right thing to say, Pablo tapped me on the shoulder and handed me a beer. I sat back on my heels and took a long drink, figuring I should wait for my erection to subside and my head to stop spinning before trying to stand. The atmosphere had suddenly returned to something resembling normal for when two couples got together for lunch. Anabel had covered her delicious pussy and Jenny was in the process of putting her sundress on. It seemed as if we were all quietly letting the eroticism of the past hour recede from our thoughts. Anabel broke the silence addressing Jenny,
"So what have you guys got planned for tomorrow? The spa next door is fantastic if you've never been."
"Oh yeah?" replied Jenny. "That sounds good - what about it honey?" She turned back to Anabel with a exaggerated look of exasperation, "He's not really the spa type.... and I just realized what he's going to say..."
"Yes, you do know what I'm going to say. We have the golf game all morning and then lunch with everyone from the company," I replied as she rolled her eyes. "I know you don't want to go but it's just for a few hours and we promised we would. There are six teams of four so we have to both show up. If you don't come then it'll ruin the numbers."
"Well that settles it then," Anabel responded assertively. "Jenny and I will go to the spa and Pablo can accompany David to golf. He doesn't want to come with me anyway and he loves that stupid game."
"Yay!!!" cried Jenny immediately. "I'm out!! You will play right Pablo? You'll go with David and stand in for me?"
"Sure. If it's ok with David I'll go. I like to swing a club every now and again and I find the spa idea fairly dull. David - is that ok with you?" he asked me.
I was initially reluctant to let Jenny off so easily, but I quickly realized that it would be a disaster if I now insisted she come. She'd make my day miserable. If Pablo was into it, then why not.
"Sure man. That sounds great. If you'd like to, it's settled. The girls can go to the spa, and the boys can go play golf."
We all clinked glasses and bottles to the new plan. I found myself relieved that I wouldn't have a fight with my wife on my hands early the next day.
As we spent the next 20 mins or so finishing our drinks and chatting, Jenny became very amorous towards me - holding me close and rubbing her breasts against my arm. She was also making a point to kiss and lick my lips, and I feared that her activities in the house with Pablo was the reason why. It also struck me that she was doing it to put on a show, not just for me - it was as if she was taunting me right in front of our hosts. Maybe she was trying to taste Anabel on my lips, or maybe she wanted me to taste Pablo on hers - possibly both.
There was no doubt in my mind that the sight of me going down on another woman had turned her on, but I suspected it was as much as I'd let her off the golf idea as anything. Whatever it was, it was making me eager to get her alone. As I drained the last of my beer I grabbed her by the waist and playfully pulled her towards the house.
"Hold on just a second," Anabel exclaimed. "Jenny, I have a gift for you. Come..." Grabbing my wife's hand, they headed to the bedroom. Whatever it was took a couple of minutes during which time Pablo and I finalized plans for the meet up in the morning. The girls then reappeared laughing conspiratorially, Jenny clutching a small bag. She thanked our hosts for the "best lunch ever!" as we headed to the door.
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Chapter 5 - I learn the consequences of leaving my wife to play alone.
A soon as we were back on the path towards the main hotel I tried to get my hands under her skirt and between her legs. I was desperate to find out what she'd been doing in the house but too afraid to ask. Although I had been fooling around also, I felt like she knew everything that I'd done - she'd watched most of it. I had no idea how far things had gone with Pablo and it was driving me crazy with jealousy and lust in equal measures. She pushed my hands away laughing and told me to behave myself.
I calmed myself with thinking about just how little time they had been alone as Anabel and I had been touching each other.... but no! Anabel's story of what happened in Morocco had been quite long....but how long? 2 minutes... 20 minutes? I really didn't know and it was making my head and my stomach flip out in equal measures. This was fucking agony!!! I tried to reach her pussy again but she smacked me hard and told me no. Eventually we reached our room and as soon as the door closed I tried again. This time she grabbed my wrist and looked me in the eye...
"Wait!" she announced with no room for discussion. She knew very well what I wanted.
I retreated, physically at least, but couldn't help myself, "Did you fuck him?" I blurted out.
"I said wait!" she responded sternly. She walked towards the bedroom with one crooked finger beckoning me to follow. She went to the edge of the bed, turned towards me and then pushed me onto it.
"Take your clothes off and lay down on your back," she demanded.
I hesitated, unsure of whether I should be endorsing this new dominant attitude.
"Do it now!" she snapped.
I relented and started to comply as she walked with her little gift bag towards the dresser. As I stripped naked I felt both vulnerable and desperately turned on.
This dominatrix act was something new I had to admit that she was good at it. As I lay back she grabbed my left wrist and quickly applied a rope. It must have been pre-tied with a slip knot as in no time my left arm was immobile. My right arm was soon similarly secured to the other bedpost. Jenny moved down and pulled my ankles apart, tying both of them, and leaving me spread-eagled with a hard cock and my balls tight and exposed. Obviously Anabel had given her the ropes, but did she also tell her to do exactly this? I felt as if the women were definitely in charge.
When Jenny had checked the tightness of the ropes to her satisfaction it seemed as if her attitude softened. She skipped around the room lighting four giant candles that the resort had provided and then turned off the bedside light. She then sat next to me on the bed and smiled lovingly. I managed to relax a little. Slowly she allowed her hand to work its way up my right thigh until her nails began to graze my testicles and penis. Still smiling, she looked down to where her hand was playing with the tip of my cock and the copious pre-cum that was flowing freely.
"Mmmm - so cute," she said playfully. "I do love your lit...." she stopped herself and laughed.
Fuck. This was going wrong. No man wants the word cute or little used in any context even close to their privates. She had never thought of me as anything less than perfectly big before... was she comparing me to someone else now? I knew something had happened.
"Now, what was it that you wanted to ask me baby? Did you have something on your mind?"
As weak and vulnerable as I felt, I lost my nerve. I just shook my head and hoped she'd forgotten.
"Erm, no - you don't get off that easily." Of course she hadn't forgotten. "You asked me a very specific question just a couple of minutes ago. Now, what was it again? Are you too scared to ask your wife?"
"I'm not sure that I really want to know now," I tried, "But I asked if you fucked Pablo."
"Hmmmm, yes that's right," she responded. "Are you going to be relieved or disappointed if I said no?"
"Erm, relieved I think."
"Really? But you wanted me to fuck him just a couple of nights ago, and after I didn't you told me that you wished I had."
Shit. She had a really good memory for every goddamned thing I ever said.
She continued, "So, maybe I did fuck him. Or rather, maybe he fucked me," she exclaimed now grabbing my cock and giving it a couple of quick tugs. I really wasn't going to last much longer..this torture had now been going on for hours.
"Does that make you happy? Thinking about his big cock inside your wife's tight married pussy?" She had mercifully unhanded me now, sensing my imminent loss of control before continuing..
"You did give me to him already baby. And we both know that he has a beautiful cock... and that I was basically naked in front of him after the pool. And that you were outside with his beautiful wife. Of course we had to fool around... you see that, right?"
Of course they had fooled around - indeed, how could they not? They had both been nearly naked and wet, and high, and horny and watching Anabel and I going at it...yes, I understood this, but had they fucked?!?!
She bent down and licked at my lips. Fearing her intentions, I tried to keep them closed but desire took over, and I opened them to her passion. Despite my misgivings, I found myself pushing my tongue as far as I could in and around her mouth. As she responded in kind, she slowly maneuvered her body up and over mine, onto her knees either side of me and her feet hooked over the tops of my thighs. This put her panty covered pussy directly over my erection. She lowered slowly and made contact.
Breaking our kiss and moving her lips to my right ear she whispered "Does that cock of yours want access to this pussy of mine?"
"Yes please," was all I could muster.
"Oh yeah? Are you sure? Do you think it's going to feel the same as you're used to, baby? Or might it feel different - maybe even stretched out a little? The question you have to ask yourself is, did I cuck you tonight... did I open my legs to another man while you were outside being kept busy? Did he push that fat cock of his into my otherwise faithful pussy, and make me his slut and you a cuckold? Oh god - that cock... very hard to resist."
I was about to explode. Her next move didn't help. She kissed me deeply and then returned her lips to my ear...
"You know I sucked him, right? Can you taste how slutty your wife has become?"
Her words were echoing Anabel's. Again. I thrust my cock as much as I could towards her cunt.
"That turns you on doesn't it? Anabel said that it would. That makes me wonder... do you actually hope that yours is about to be the second cock that's been in my pussy in the last hour?"
Both her words and actions were cutting into my psyche like a million little knives. As she spoke, she sat up a little and leaned her hips forward until her panties pressed against my belly. She was wet... wetter than she could possibly still be from the pool. She slid her pussy up towards my chest and I could feel the dampness left on my skin as she did. She straightened her torso and sat upright astride me, and started edging her knees further up, getting her open sex ever closer to my mouth, covered only by a flimsy, soaked strip of gossamer thin fabric.
Has she just been fucked? It was beginning to feel like the answer to this question was a resounding yes, and that I was about to taste the evidence of her sluttiness whether I liked it or not. I could see that the skin on either side of her panties was also shiny in the candlelight, as was her lower abdomen above, while the fabric was perfectly clinging to her pussy lips with a glaze of viscous fluid. She let her sex hover just above my chin, her pelvic muscles gently thrusting as her head fell back. She was now softly moaning and clearly as sexually charged up as I had ever seen her. As her engorged vulva floated just above, my senses received yet another shot of adrenalin as I inhaled her scent - which, I felt I now knew, was a heady mix of mingled sex. Tearing my eyes away from her pussy I looked up into her face. Although she was now looking down right at me, it was as if she saw through me, her focus seeming distant. Its was as if she were hypnotized, conscious only of her own carnal pleasure. She kept moaning and gently thrusting her pelvis towards my face, intent on making me inhale her.
I was watching a side of her that I'd never seen... she was now a purely sexual being concerned only with her own imminent climax - possibly mine too if it happened to coincide with hers. I found myself wanting to submit to her, wanting to increase her satisfaction as best I can, to do anything imaginable to explore the new heights that her libido had apparently found.
Then I realized.... I did hope that she'd been fucked! Fucked by that big cock that had so frustratingly alluded her the other night. She absolutely deserved it! I did want the fluid inside of her panties to be a mix of her own luscious juices and the cum of the man that she's been lusting after. I wanted to experience my own pleasure through her - to derive my own satisfaction as a result of hers. I wanted her to be able to reach a level of sexual intensity that she had only imagined up until now, and I wanted to help get her there. Holy shit - what the fuck was happening to me?!? I couldn't resist it - I needed to pleasure her.. I needed to taste her slutty fucking pussy - just like Anabel told me I would. Fuck fuck fuck I repeated to myself as I craned my neck towards her sex, my prize. It hovered just above my mouth so I extended my tongue and tried to lick.... so close. I tried again - desperate now, having made my decision and my move I just had to succeed. Don't fucking deny me now!!
"Oh baby" I heard her coo. "I know you want it. I know why you want it...and I love you for that," as she finally relaxed her thighs and lowered herself down just a tiny amount before raising up again and beginning a slide back down my torso. I was completely exasperated. When she got low enough to kiss me again, she did so - which gave me some comfort at least. I still didn't understand what had happened or what was going on now.
"Ok baby, this is what really happened - you deserve to know," she said, as if relenting.
"When I looked out of the window and saw that you were on your knees with your head between Anabel's thighs, I just about came in my panties.... which were still on by the way. I got such a rush of sexually charged adrenaline, I immediately understood what both you and Pablo obviously find so arousing about watching your spouse fool around with someone else. My pussy felt like it was gushing and my knees were literally buckling. When Pablo turned to see what I was now staring at, I just couldn't help myself... I just had to touch him. He didn't seem surprised to see what you guys were up to - maybe they had it planned all along - but that didn't mean that his wonderful cock wasn't at attention as I ran my hand along its length."
She pouted, "Babe, don't be mad, I just couldn't help myself... and Pablo was in no state to stop me - he was as turned on as I was. When I saw you lower you head down to her sex, I just had to do the same. I positioned myself so that I could suck him and watch you - as best I could anyway, although I admit that I lost concentration on you for awhile there."
As she was telling her tale of infidelity she started to grind her hot and very wet crotch onto my hot and very hard one. For a few seconds she seemed lost in the sensation, then she grinned at me as she restarted her story....
"Anyway, I didn't know if you were going to get up from your knees between her legs and fuck her at any moment. I know that you would have loved to do that, but I wanted to wait and watch to see what happened."
"What do you mean wait?.... you were sucking his cock!" I managed to croak, which was apparently all I was able to do, given the duress that I was under.
"Wait to fuck!" she responded immediately. "I wanted to wait until you two were doing it before we started. I wanted to be watching you thrusting your cock... I wanted to watch you fuck Anabel before I bent over and let Pablo's amazing cock into my tight, faithful, married pussy. Oh baby - I was so ready. I wanted to feel him fuck me so bad. But as we watched, you seemed so content down there, just lapping away at her, and I know how you get, I know how you love that and how good you are at it - I knew then that I was going to have to wait.
Right there as I was sucking him I got an idea - something that Anabel had mentioned. So I took it upon myself to make Pablo cum with my mouth, regardless of whatever he might have planned. Just as his cock started to pulse, I let it slip from my mouth and I stood up. Although he started to groan in frustration, he quickly realized what I was up to as I stood as close as possible to him and grabbed the front of my panties, pulling them out and down - just a couple of inches from the end of his penis. He grabbed himself and gave it a couple of tugs before unleashing a torrent of hot cum onto my pussy and into my panties. Oh god babe - it was so fucking hot, I about collapsed. I held my panties open for him to complete his ejaculation before I slowly closed them around the sexy hot mess that he'd made of me. David - it felt so sexy... it still feels so sexy."
"And now you're going to fuck me through it," she whispered into my ear as she pulled her panties to the side and out of my way. I felt drops of moisture fall on my balls as she added,
"That is - if you want to."
With no doubt in my mind as to what I wanted to do, I used every ounce of energy to thrust upwards and into her - as deep as I was ever going to be able to go. We both let out a much pent up groan as I filled her as best I could, and I started fucking her desperately. It felt amazing and I knew I wasn't going to last long but I really needed her to cum first. Fortunately she was even more ready than I, and she started to shudder violently on about my third thrust, something she only does when taken over by a massive orgasm. My entire groin was suddenly sodden - it felt like her pussy had exploded with a mix of mingled juices. My own was now shooting deep into her, in what I could only hope was at least an equal display of virility as she had witnessed less than an hour before.
The ejaculate of three people was now liberally coating my loins. I continued to thrust with what remained of my erection, until we had both expended every ounce of energy, at which point I lay completely spent, still tied in an X, with her catatonic on top of me.
"My god that was hot. But don't worry David, I'm not going to let anyone else fuck me ever...." she just managed before passing out, fast asleep. I lay there helpless and still tied up, but fortunately sleep soon came over me too. Sometime in the dead night, she woke up to pee, and she took the opportunity to undo the ropes - so we were then able to snuggle together until dawn.
Over coffee and eggs we acted as if nothing was very much different in our relationship. We talked about the golf game that I was about to leave for, and her day of spa treatments with Anabel. If there was anything sexual on our minds, we kept it to ourselves. She kissed me goodbye at the door and we wished each other a great day.
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Chapter 6 - Jenny gets time alone with both our new friends.
I met Pablo in the lobby as arranged, bang on time. I couldn't help but to like him, even though in the back of my mind was the mess that he'd made in my wife's panties just a few hours before. Maybe he was thinking about much the same thing, but he didn't show it. We were renting golf clubs for the day so had nothing to carry. We strolled out into the sun chatting like old friends. I felt proud to find myself in this position with him, as he was clearly very accomplished and lived a glamorous, jet-setting lifestyle. I was looking forward to introducing him to my work associates, even though I know that most of them would rather I had brought my wife. I had decided to tell them nothing as to how we knew each other, and to avoid as many questions as possible. Walking into the clubhouse I quickly realized that I need not have worried... Pablo seemed able to charm everyone instantly and put them all at ease.
Since he had taken the place of my wife, he and I were on the same team which had been split into two groups of four, for a competitive 18 holes of "best ball". The rules of the game are designed for everyone to get to play equally, regardless of skill level. But instead of chasing bad shots all day, each member of the team gets to play from where the best shot of a team member ended up. Inevitably the group quickly leans upon it's best player or players. I played fairly well, but Pablo was excellent. We basically played almost all our shots from where his last had landed, and our score was very impressive going into the last hole.
We were the last four coming in so had a small crowd around the green when we approached. The early groups had played a tight game and it was up to us to finish strongly in order for my team to win. Our team captain, Patrick, was the boss of the company that I'd been freelancing for. Suddenly the lighthearted social event seemed to take a much more serious tone, and he didn't look at all impressed at the sight of us four laughing and playing around, instead of taking it as seriously as he was.
Of the last series of strokes, two had gone out of bounds, mine was in the rough about 150 yards out leaving only Pablo's on the fairway about 120 yards from the edge of the green. Patrick had a stern expression as he watched Susie, our player one, swing wildly and skid the ball well wide and short of the green. She cackled with laughter until she saw Patrick's expression and quickly quieted down. As Shaun lined up his effort, I found myself not surprised that Patrick was being such an asshole - he just couldn't help himself - always needing to win, even at something so dumb. When Shaun sent the ball flying deep and well over the back of the green, I couldn't help feeling amused.... Patrick was really getting steamed.
However as the freelancer, I knew I needed to at least try and impress. We had two shots to win, so the approach had to be good. My 8 iron landed softly at the front of the green as I had planned, and I had high hopes as the ball rolled gently forward. But it quickly ran out of steam, leaving a very long putt to win. I glanced at Patrick to see that he appreciated the effort, but then saw his expression turn dark as he now watched Pablo approach the ball. He had no idea that Pablo had been playing as well as he had, so was disturbed to see how utterly relaxed and nonchalant his demeanor.
With a grin to his teammates, Pablo flipped his club a couple of times, and stepped up to the ball. After a cursory practice swing, he turned and smiled at me before swinging a perfectly graceful shot, his ball going in a high arc before dropping with a thud about 3 ft beyond the pin, at which point backspin brought it slowly rolling to within a few inches of the hole. Fantastic shot! Our team burst into rapturous applause as he gave them a small, humble wave and then high-fived with me. We all four approached the green feeling like Tiger fucking Woods, and with a whoop, Susie - who seemed like a nice lady but was really shit at golf - tapped the ball in for her only contribution on the day. But she lapped it up and acted like she was the hero, which was genuinely rather funny.
As we all headed towards the clubhouse, Patrick made his way over to Pablo and I, and was all big smiles, back slapping and congratulations to us both. His team had won the tournament against the client's team and he couldn't have been happier. Pablo unnecessarily told Patrick that it was mostly my game that had led our foursome, which was a complete lie, but I saw no upside in correcting him. Either way, Patrick acted like we were now the sons he wished he had, and that we could do no wrong. He insisted that we sit with him at the head of the long table that had been set up for lunch, and made sure that we had cocktails in our hands. I was very aware that this was an amazing chance to cement my position with his company, something that would almost certainly be hugely beneficial. Pablo also recognized this and took every opportunity to build me up. Patrick was loving it, and the entire staff of his company and the clients were making every effort to ingratiate themselves to us. It was awesome. And all thanks to my new friend.
He caught my eye and motioned for me to follow him out into the hallway.
"Listen man, I'm going to head home... I'm not really one for corporate events, but that was fun, thanks."
"No thank you Pablo. This went so well for me and it's all thanks to you. Get going and don't worry - I'll cover you with Patrick and the others. I'm so happy you came along today..."
Having rehydrated with a quick couple of glasses of Pinot Grigio and still riding the high of the game, I was brimming with both appreciation and affection for Pablo. As I hugged him, I found myself adding,
"Go find the girls, and have fun with them - I'm sure they'll be up for it after their spa time. I'll stay here for a couple of hours at least, and head back to our room after. Tell Jenny I'll be waiting for her."
"Ok will do," he replied smiling as he patted me on the back and turned. "See you later, my friend"
I again felt proud to have him as a friend, but I did have a moments hesitation as I watched him go. Did I just give him permission to have sex with my wife? I think that maybe I did, and my cock twitched in recognition of the fact. I could hardly wait to get home, but I knew I needed to stay here for a while at least. It was weird, I definitely wanted something to happen and I felt no antipathy or jealousy towards Pablo, only kinship. After all I had enjoyed his wife's charms only a day before. The next couple of hours would be difficult, however I was nothing but excited by the prospect of what I would find on my return. I walked back into the clubhouse feeling like a million bucks.
I finally made it back to the room a little after dark, well after the two hours that I had predicted. The lunch had gone great for me, so I had stayed in the bar with Patrick and a few others. I was disappointed not to find Jenny in the room, but not particularly surprised. I took a long hot shower, dressed in shorts and a tee shirt and went out onto the balcony to watch beautiful people still milling around the pool. My timing was good - within a couple of minutes I spied Jenny hurriedly making her way from the direction of the villas to the main hotel building.
Something about her made her look guilty and I wondered if she'd already broken her vow to never let anyone else fuck her, made less than 24 hrs before. I was about to find out.
I quickly decided to feign taking a nap as she entered, as I wanted to project absolute calm. I was just getting under the covers as I heard the door. She moved about the suite before coming into the bedroom, where she stopped and must be looking at me. I realized that I didn't want her going into the bathroom and getting into the shower before she told me about her day, so I rolled over and slowly opened my eyes. I need not have worried, as she was now heading my way in just her underwear. She quickly slipped under the sheets next to me and held me close.
"Hi baby" I whispered, searching for her mouth with mine. "Did you have a good day?"
"Shhhh," she replied, avoiding my attempt to kiss her. "Just hold me for a few minutes. I'll tell you about my day.... I just need a little time to get my thoughts together."
I was now on edge to say the least. She pulled the sheet over us both and we lay together, intertwined but still not kissing. I could feel the love emanating from her body into mine, which put me at ease with the thought of what was surely going to come. She stroked my face with one hand and held my butt with the other. I wanted so badly to kiss her, but I didn't want to push my luck and have her pull away. I figured it best just to hold her and let her gather her thoughts entirely at her own pace.
My desire to kiss her did not diminish, in fact quite the opposite, and in my frustration I found myself wondering why. I knew that there was a good chance that she had experienced something outrageous, and that the evidence would be there for me find, either on her lips or maybe even in her panties. I realized that if this situation had ever occurred previously, that my wife or girlfriend had come home to me with evidence of her unfaithfulness on her person for me to taste, smell or see - I would have completely lost my shit in anger, rage and jealousy. Now however, I couldn't wait to hear everything. In fact my cock had become engorged at the thought of her confession to come and I found myself anticipating being able to physically share in her promiscuity.
Although I still wouldn't be able to admit it, I realized that I wanted both Anabel and Pablo to have enjoyed her sexually. They were both so attractive that I couldn't possibly be mad. Had Pablo's fabulous penis given her the orgasms that she has been craving since she first laid eyes on it? I could hardly wait to find out! Instead of being jealous I felt that, in encouraging my friend to enjoy my wife, I had given her a gift which like any other gift, I wanted her to enjoy to the fullest extent. I certainly hoped that I would then be treated to her gratitude. She had committed just last night to never letting another man penetrate her, but I'd quickly decided to forgive her if she had already broken her vow.
She kissed my cheek and then rolled over, spooning back into me. She chuckled as she felt my hard cock push against her ass and asked, "What are you thinking about?"
"What my wife might have been spending her afternoon doing of course," I answered without hesitation.
"Ok that's good. Do you mind what I've been doing?"
"Only in as much as I want you to have enjoyed yourself."
"Wow - ok, good answer. Lucky me then I guess."
"Are you going to tell me?"
She thought about this for a minute, and then "Of course I'll tell you - that absolutely goes without saying. It is difficult for me though... to find the right words... to tell you in the right way. I won't intentionally hide anything from you but I'm honestly not sure how best to go about this. "
"Wow - you really must have a lot to say then." I realized as soon as I said this that it was probably the wrong thing. It sounded judgmental. I gently squeezed her to offer reassurance.
"Yes and.... sort of no too," she replied cryptically. "I know you say you want to hear everything and I think that's true, but I'm not sure." She fell silent again and I decided to let her think.
"Why don't you ask me questions to get things started...just yes and no questions. That way I'm sure that it's what you really want to know."
"Ok - that's fair," I replied, happy to get the chance to satisfy my burning curiosity. I figured that I'd better start off going easy on her, maybe a joke question would be a great way to ease the process.
"Ok, firstly I'd like to know....." I could feel her tense with nervous anticipation... "Are you happy that you didn't come with me to play golf?"
She burst out laughing. Perfect.
"Haha, yes honey for sure!"
"Yeah well, ok - I figured," I responded in mock resignation.
"Ask me another one!"
"Ok - next I'd like to know.... do you feel like you know Anabel better than you did before your spa day?"
"Ooh good question. Yes definitely, a lot better."
"I figured you probably would. Ok, now I'll ask a question to which I already know the answer....did she taste good?"
She laughed again. "Yes baby, very good. Exquisite in fact, but you know that as well as I do."
I had figured that it was a good time to remind her that I had actually been there first and that I'm not just a passive third party to the metamorphosis that our marriage was experiencing, although I did fear that I was falling way behind.
"Right, I do remember. My second favorite pussy ever," I replied diplomatically.
She grinned and said, "Yeah right. What's next? I'm enjoying this now."
"Well, let me see... did you do anything, sexually speaking that is, that you've never done before?" I knew that she'd had some lesbian encounters at college, so anything that she'd just done with Anabel alone probably wouldn't count as a yes.... but I doubted that she'd ever had a girl and a guy at the same time. I would have heard about it already... I found myself hoping for a positive response.
"Oh yes, absolutely. A number of things," she replied a little smugly.
"Hmmmmm, ok, so you had some sexual experiences today that you've never done with me.... I get it. Are they things that we have at least talked about before? Things we've thought about doing?" We had discussed threesomes with both another woman and another man, so I was fairly sure she'd tell me yes - but it wasn't that simple:
"Some sure, but definitely not all. There was at least one thing that I've never even thought of...." she said, still a little smug but now also tauntingly.
Now I was beginning to get frustrated. I had to step this up. I decided on some short fast questioning,
"Did you eat pussy?"
"Yes."
"Did you get your pussy eaten?"
"Yes."
"Did you get your pussy eaten by both Anabel and Pablo?"
"Erm....yes."
"Did you suck his cock?"
"Yes."
OK now I was getting somewhere. But there was still nothing that either she or I hadn't done before. Time for the nitty gritty.
"Did you get fucked?"
"Yes!"
I knew it - she had broken her promise to me of only a few hours ago and made me a cuckold in the process. Suddenly I had weirdly mixed feelings.
"Or, sort of anyway," she added.
What the fuck? What could that mean? I didn't know what to think... she either did fuck Pablo or she didn't. Maybe it was semantics - like she fucked him, rather than him fucking her - that would be a weak argument. I had to find out...
"What does that mean, sort of got fucked?"
"That's not a question that requires a yes or no answer, so you don't get to ask it. Ask me another."
Oh good lord. This was getting frustrating.
"Fine." I was struggling to think of the right thing to say. "How about... fuck... erm.... how about, do you have cum in your pussy?" That was a good one, I thought to myself.
"No."
"Did you have cum in your pussy?" I figured I'd better get clarification.
"No."
"Did you have a cock in your pussy?"
"No. Not a real one anyway."
Ok - now we were getting somewhere... and I guess she didn't break her promise. I decided to reward her.
"Ok that's my girl. Did you want to get fucked for real but didn't anyway?"
"Oh god yes, very much. But I'm not complaining.. I was well taken care of."
"Ok yes, back to that. So you sort of got fucked. Does that mean that Anabel fucked you with a toy?"
"Yes."
"Wow. I'd like to have seen that. Have you never done that before, with a girl I mean.."
"Yes, I have. A little anyway. But not nearly as good as today."
"So that's not the new thing that you got to try... there's still something more?"
"Oh yes. There's absolutely more."
"OK - well then, let me see..... was Anabel fucking you with a dildo?"
"Yes, but she was wearing it - it was a strap-on. She looked so fucking hot...you should have seen her."
"God yeah, I'm sure she did. So did she fuck you with the strap-on while you were sucking Pablo's cock?"
"You guessed it, baby. Yes.... I hope you're not mad."
"Oh hell no, how could I be mad? That sounds irresistible for my horny slut wife," I responded truthfully, hopefully pushing her buttons.
"Ha - yes, I was your good little slut wife... but that's still not all," she said, thankfully deciding to offer me more than a simple yes or no. "It's all a bit of a blur.... I know I came when she was fucking me, but then she stopped and pulled out... I still had his cock in my mouth and I remember thinking that I should finish him off. I was on my knees at this point, leaning towards where he was sitting on the very edge of the bed, his cock between my lips and my hands caressing his balls. I really wanted to make him cum... I wanted to taste him, to have his seed in my mouth when I came home to you."
"Sounds fabulously slutty - what happened next?"
"Well, I became aware that he was bending forward, over me and reaching for my ass. I figured that I was in for a spanking, but he just sort of rested his hands on the small of my back. He had shifted so that he was no longer sitting but sort of crouching over me. I had lost any awareness of where Anabel was by this time, so I sort of assumed that she had sat back somewhere to watch.
It was then that he started thrusting himself forcefully down my throat, and making the most intense sounds that I've ever heard a man make. I know that I can suck a cock as well as the next girl, but this was something different. Very intrigued as to what was going on out of my line of sight, I let his cock drop from my lips and as I pulled back to look up into his face he moved his hands to my shoulders.
Baby - I've never seen a man's face show such extremes of passion... he was clearly in some pain but so very turned on at the same time. Her hands were on his shoulders from behind, and as I peeked around I could see her perfect buttocks, framed by the straps of her dildo - thrusting into him. Baby - she was fucking him right in front of me...my god - it was so intense. These guys take sex to a whole different level babe. He was grunting, his eyes shut tight. I was utterly transfixed, and momentarily forgot my role.. Clearly feeling like he was missing something, he grabbed my head and forced his wonderful cock back down my throat. I happily allowed him to throat fuck me, going deeper than he, and maybe anyone else, ever had before."
Jenny paused at this point, possibly just to let me breathe again as I think I had forgotten how to for the last bit of her story. Her mouth was very close to mine, I could feel her breath on my lips as she re-lived her afternoon, and I found myself craving even closer contact. She then took a finger and traced along her face where her mascara had run, presumably as a result of her choking on Pablo's cock. I had noticed it before, and it certainly added to her general slutty appearance, but I hadn't figured out the ramifications until now.
"He came almost as soon as I had taken him all the way down, and I felt it explode deep inside me. It was unlike anything I had experienced... I took all his cum in my mouth without even tasting it, it just went right down into my belly. Only when I finally started pulling back did I get any on my tongue.... here see if you can still taste him..." she said as she licked my lips.
My tongue met hers... "Dirty girl," I teased.
"Dirty boy," she responded - fair enough I suppose. "So - that was when I pulled up my panties and headed home to you. I couldn't wait to tell you everything and I figured that maybe they needed time alone. Are you ok with all of this?"
"Yes, for sure babe," I answered, maybe a little too quickly. "I certainly figured you'd have plenty to tell me and you sure didn't disappoint..."
"True, but I didn't break my promise to you David. No other man has fucked me.... and a girl with a strap-on doesn't count as cuckolding you, so... although I have been having fun, I'm still a good girl, right?"
"Haha, yes baby... sure, you've been very good."
"Now, I know you're horny, but I'm sorry - my pussy is kind of sore," she added as she gently grasped my painfully hard erection. "Would you mind terribly if I just use my hand."
I was very disappointed with this idea but was in no shape to argue. Any contact whatsoever was bound to bring me to completion in no time. Just as I was thinking that I'd try the same technique to prolong my performance as I had on Anabel, it was already too late. Jenny sensed my impending climax and scooted her body underneath mine. As I came she made sure that I did it all over her clit where she instantly started to rub it in. A couple of seconds later, this produced a climax of her own.
Exhausted, she fell asleep. As my own weariness set in, I wondered where we were heading. Having arrived here a few days ago as a relatively normal couple, we had now covered territory that we had never even considered. My previously faithful wife who was now sleeping in the crook of my right shoulder, had been cum in and on in my absence. In assessing my feelings towards this, I was amazed to find that I felt no jealousy. Mostly I felt tantalizingly stimulated, and also proud of her. As I fell asleep myself, I fantasized about what might come next.
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Chapter 7 - Jenny makes more plans that don't include me.
Considering our activities in the cold light of morning, I wondered if I should try to put an end to these extra-marital games. The memory of how Jenny had been too exhausted and sore to give me anything but a swift hand job was haunting me. But that didn't stop my cock getting hard at the thought of it, which also began to concern me. Was I some sort of pervert? As I listened to Jenny moving around the kitchen making coffee I consoled myself with this thought: Any man who doesn't get turned on at the idea of his wife joining him in bed after indulging her most lustful desires, was not in fact normal and healthy. Rather, he was uptight, insecure and prudish. At least that was my argument and I - for the time being at least - was sticking to it.
As I walked into the kitchen I was greeted by the very pleasant sight of my hot wife in tight, white boy shorts and a loose short black T-shirt, her round ass and great breasts most prominent. I walked up behind her and pressed my still semi hard cock into her behind.
"Mmmm, lover. I was worried you would be mad at me this morning," she cooed, as she reached a hand back and grabbed my growing erection. "I'm guessing that this means we're staying married."
"Haha, yes Jenny. We're staying married.... but I might need a little time to get used to everything.."
"Fair enough," she said as she kissed me. "How about we just have a quiet day on the beach then?"
"Sounds great," I replied, relieved to be slowing everything down a little.
We ate breakfast and then walked down to the beach, where we spent a relaxing morning reading, swimming and dozing in the sun. It wasn't until a late lunch at the bar after a couple of cocktails that I decided to address the subject, which - like it or not - was going to define our entire vacation.
"So, how do you feel about yesterday...any regrets?" I ventured.
She looked up at me with a sweet and patient smile. "I was wondering when you'd come around to asking me something like that. I guess all you needed was a little alcohol...
But before I can answer truthfully, I need to ask you first.....do you have any regrets?"
"Hmmm, well... I don't think I have any big regrets. In a way I wish I could have seen everything, but maybe it's actually kind of hotter to just hear about. To know.. I guess.. to know that you can just let loose like that, to let lust take over, and then tell me all about it later... that's really fucking hot to me for some reason."
"OK, well so long as you feel that way, then I don't have any regrets either. But babe - just so you know - it's not something that I want to do every time we go on vacation."
"That's ok, I wouldn't want that either. I think we just got lucky to have met Anabel and Pablo - not many couples would be able to convince us into everything that we've done. But those guys, I think we just couldn't help ourselves. Imagine if we'd seen what was going on that first night, her getting fucked and him watching, but then avoided ever meeting them. Think about all that we would have missed out on. So no, no regrets."
"Right. I've found that I'm much more likely to regret things that I haven't done rather than what I have."
"So - you don't regret not doing something else with them when you had the chance then?" I couldn't help but to ask.
She smiled that smile again. "Well.... do you mean something specific?"
"Do you wish that he'd fucked you?" my voice cracking nervously as I spoke.
She hesitated. Her face told me that she was enjoying this, and that we were playing again.
"Yes of course I do honey," she said, drawing out her words. "He is a beautiful man with a beautiful cock. Plus, he really knows how to use it so I'm sure that he could take me to places that I've never been...give me the sort of orgasms that I've only imagined. And with her there too... let me see, how might that go? I could be on my knees with her underneath me, licking me as he thrusts deeply into me from behind... deeper than you have ever gone, oh my god, how amazing would that have felt?" she asked rhetorically.
She started to rub her hand on my inner thigh. "I'm sure that between them they could have given me orgasms all fucking day. I could have let him cum in my pussy, my mouth and even my ass. And when he had nothing left in his balls to give me, I could have come home to you - more disheveled and used than you have ever imagined. Yes, I would have liked that... but would you?"
I was literally lost for words. At equal volume, different parts of my brain were yelling yes and no at the same time. Her expression told me that she understood this. As her right hand crept onto my erection, her left hand grabbed one of mine as she quickly looked around us for anyone who might see. She pulled my fingers to the gap between her thighs and ran them along the thin fabric of her shorts. She was quite wet. I stroked along the length of her cunt before she pulled them away. I licked at the heavenly and viscous fluid.
"But here's the thing babe," she continued, fairly matter of factly all of a sudden. "Much as that sounds great, and you know I think it does... I don't really wish I'd done it. I told you that I wouldn't fuck another man, that I wouldn't cuckold you, and it's important to me that you trust me on this. Sure I sucked his cock, but I'd already done that with you right there. I knew I was on fairly safe ground by doing it again... but getting fucked by a real cock - that's something else - something we can never take back, and I still don't really understand how you'd actually feel about it. I love you too much to risk it."
"I love you too much to risk anything also, but so far we're definitely doing just fine." I then decided to change the subject a little. "By the way, I never got the chance to tell you all about my conversation with Anabel, just before...well, you know... I went down on her."
"No you didn't... anything good?"
We began to walk back towards our room as I started to tell the story of Hamid and how Anabel and Pablo started their relationship. I knew that it would add to getting my wife worked up and horny. As I got to the part when Hamid was fucking Anabel in the pool with Pablo watching at the window, her eyes got wide and she reached for the waistband of my shorts. I was able to finish the story in between our escalating passion as we again fucked each other senseless. This was a hell of a vacation.
After a short nap, I got up to make some coffee and think about how we should spend the afternoon. Jenny was following me when there was a knock at the door and she turned to answer it. She came into the kitchen holding an envelope and with a quizzical expression on her face.
"The security guard just handed me this, with our names written by hand. Are we expecting anything?"
"Not that I know of. Open it."
She tore the envelope and unfolded the letter it contained. Her face dropped initially, and then she started to read.
"My dears Jenny and David. I am terribly sorry to say that I have had to fly back to Miami on an urgent matter. I left before dawn this morning so had no opportunity to say goodbye, and I regret very much not being able to do so. I enjoyed meeting you both and I hope that the feeling is mutual. My lovely wife is staying behind however, and I know that she would love to see you both again. On that subject I would like to make a request of you, Jenny. Before I learned that I would have to leave, I was able to arrange for Anabel to host a very private afternoon of entertainment. I know how much she was looking forward to it, and although I am no longer able to attend, I wondered if you might be able to spend an hour or so in her company with your camera. This way I will be able to enjoy it later, and probably for many years to come. If this sounds acceptable to you, please call the number below and get the details from Anabel. She will be able to pay you for your time and expertise. Sincerely and with much love, ablo."
Jenny looked up at me with a confused expression.
"That's it... fuck me - that's too bad. What do you think?"
I was both disappointed but intrigued. "Yeah too bad. I liked him... well, you know... we both did I know, but..." I wasn't really sure where I was going with this. "And what about the thing with your camera... what is that about?"
"Well I think we both know what the fuck that is about. Damn, it must be something that they planned together, but...."
"What do you think it is? How far do you think they'd go? Would you want to do it? Do I want you doing it? Jesus!" I said, now pensive.
"Yeah, I know. It's confusing," she confirmed. "Well we can assume it's something sexual...possibly very dirty sexual, knowing them. And all I would have to do is take photographs.... for an hour or so. I'm sure they wouldn't do anything dangerous, but..."
"So you want to do it?" I asked defensively. "I'm not sure babe."
"Yeah I'm not sure either. I've never really taken pictures of people doing stuff before...other than posing for the camera. Never any action...let alone that type of action. I certainly couldn't accept any money of course, it would have to be done as a favor you know?"
"Well, I guess it's all harmless fun. I wish I could be there too though, just to make sure that you're safe."
"Ok, how about I call her and say that if you can be there too, then I'll do it. If not, then I'll have to say no. Does that sound reasonable?"
"Yeah that sounds reasonable," I say hesitantly, suddenly not sure if that sounds reasonable or not.
"Ok.... wow how exciting... I wonder what we have in store!"
It certainly sounded like Jenny had made her mind up and was keen to be the photographer for whatever debauchery that Pablo had planned. I felt distinctly uneasy, and still somewhat disappointed that I wouldn't get to hang out with Pablo again.
I tried not to let this new darker mood show, and I suggested that she wait to call until the evening. We then went to enjoy the pool for a couple of hours before sunset.
For some reason I felt the need to work off some tension, and so spent a good deal of that time in the water swimming strenuously laps. After successfully exhausting myself I practically crawled out of the shallow end and joined Jenny on a reclined sofa.
"Are you feeling better dear?" she asked. "Trying to work out some tension are you?"
She knew me too well. I ignored her question but said instead...
"I need a drink. You want one?"
"Sure. A beer would be nice."
I headed off to the bar for two beers and eventually got served by the same young black guy who my wife was so openly flirting with just a couple of days before. He gave no indication that he recognized me in any way, which I found annoying. I guess he really only had eyes for her, even though it was me who had paid the check and tipped him quite well. I found myself thinking 'fuck him' as I tipped him well once again. So much for that.
Jenny and I drank and held hands, neither one of us bringing up what was definitely on both of our minds. She had a phone call to make.
"I'll be right back," she told me as she finished her beer. I knew what that meant, so I said nothing and let her go. It was a few minutes before she returned and I immediately sensed that she felt a little sheepish.
"Well, I know we said..." she started, and I felt like I knew where she was going, "that you should be there, but she kind of talked me out of it."
"So you're not doing it?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
"Yeah, I guess I am, I figured it would be ok. It'll only be for an hour or so, and then I'll come right back."
This was clearly completely contrary to what we had decided only a couple of hours before, and her face told me that she was well aware of this. I felt that she had changed the rules without consulting me which was a new and unwelcome development. I briefly considered making an issue of it, but I knew that she'd made her mind up and that there was little I could do without a fight. I also wasn't entirely sure that I didn't want her to go... it did after all seem like an extension of the fun that we'd been having so far - and so far so good.
"Well, did she at least tell you what she's got planned?" I thought to ask.
"No, not really. But that if you were there also it might be awkward."
"Ok fine then, since it is a favor for Pablo... I do feel like I owe him after the golf game. Have fun I guess...and tell me everything..."
"Of course baby," she said, hugging me with one hand and taking a pull off a new beer with the other. How the fuck did she get that beer with no money and so quick?!?!?
The next morning I found Jenny up early at the kitchen table, checking her camera and batteries and stuff. She was outfitted for the hike that we had decided to begin our day with, so I followed her lead and dressed accordingly. If anyone were to see us head off for the forest with water bottles and a camera they would have no inkling of what the most interesting part of our day was likely to entail.
We hiked, took pictures and enjoyed each others company - both of us pretending that everything was completely normal. When we got back to our room, Jenny quickly disappeared into the bathroom to shower and do whatever else she might have considered appropriate... my imagination covered all the possibilities, but I said nothing. When she emerged she was wrapped in a towel. I watched as she dried and then stand naked as she picked her outfit for the afternoon. I was suspicious that she'd freshly shaved her pubis so tried to get a peak without being obvious. I wasn't sure if I was prepared to ask her why she'd done that, if in fact she had, and I failed to get a good look anyway so kept quiet.
She picked some sexy undies and a blue sundress with no bra. She looked fucking hot, but really no different than if we were going to the bar together so I had no reason to make a scene. But I was beginning to feel fairly uneasy.... I was definitely not included in this activity and I was experiencing jealousy and insecurity for the first time since we arrived. My friend Pablo was gone, and I had no control over what was to transpire... all I knew was that it is of a very graphic and sexual nature. If my wife was simply there to photograph the proceedings, that was challenging enough, but my mind was going into overdrive suspecting something far more involved.
She finished dressing and tied her hair back, just the way I like it. She then grabbed her camera bag and crossed the room to give me a proper goodbye. She stroked my face and said,
"Why are you looking so concerned baby? Don't worry, I'll be fine... and back before you know it. Go down to the pool and have a couple of beers and I'll join you in an hour or so. You'll barely know I'm gone...." and with that, she turned and hurried out the door. The pit in my stomach felt like it followed her out.
I did as she suggested, going down to the pool and ordering a cocktail. The bartender was not the same guy, so since it was quiet there I took a stool and made conversation with him. He was a likable fellow, and I managed to pass all of about 10 minutes without my mind wandering too far. But as soon as I sat alone by the pool my imagination was in overdrive. I began to suspect that it was Anabel's mission all along to have Jenny cuckold me, whether it be by her own husband or by someone else. She knew that I had accepted the idea of Pablo having sex with my wife, so maybe she figured that gave her license to fuck anybody. That would make ours not unlike her relationship with Pablo - which did seem pretty great - so maybe it is indeed what I actually want. Fuck. I'm just not sure... but I did know that being left out was complete fucking agony and for whatever reason all the old instincts of jealously and anger were becoming uncontrollable.
I checked my watch - all of a half hour had passed. What the hell was I missing?
I tried swimming some laps 5 - 10 - 15. Jesus - still 15 minutes to go until the hour was up. I ordered another cocktail and was disappointed to find that the bartender was now too busy to chat. I closed my eyes, and tried to relax into the chair - deep breathing - and counted down from 20 between each sip. I anxiously hoped for Jenny to come and sit beside me. With 2 minutes to go I started contemplating the fact that she might be gone more than an hour - maybe much more. Oh man, I really couldn't stand this - doing nothing but wait. It wasn't fair.
Maybe they expected me to come looking for her. With fresh liquor in my veins I decided that's exactly what I was meant to be doing - surely I'll run into her I told myself. Either way it'll effectively pass some time without me losing my shit entirely.
I walked around the pool towards the villas. When I reached the path I checked my watch once again. The hour was now up so I felt entitled to at least go a little bit further. I tried to amble as slowly as I could without looking like an idiot or a stalker. Passing the first villa then the second, I walked halfway between three and four. Fuck - I was now too close - if they opened the door I'd have nowhere to hide.
I considered turning back, but luckily I'd been drinking. I decided that having come this far I'd left myself no other choice, so I hopped the small wall and ducked onto the trail between the trees. My spine shivered as I approached the small clearing, both with anticipation of what I was about to witness, and recollection of the last time I was here. I could hear music playing from the house, but was disappointed when I got to the tree. The white sheer drapes were almost completely closed! This time Anabel had clearly not been expecting an audience. Damn!
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Chapter 8 - Many fantasies gets fulfilled.
I could see only vague shapes and movement through the fabric, and the gap between the curtains was only a few inches. My only option was to get closer, which I now looked to do as surreptitiously as possible. I saw that the path continued towards the house, and led to a low railing that surrounded a drop of a few steps to a small porch area. Since the music was quite loud, I wasn't too worried about being heard as I made my way over and then stepped over the railing.
I was now perched on the edge of the drop, but by sitting my ass on the top rail, I could slide over to get a good angle. Moving to my right I got to see what I had come for. The bed had been moved into the middle of the room and although I had to move my head from side to side to get the full scene, I was now treated to the sight of Anabel, on her knees and elbows getting fucked from behind. Although I couldn't see the man's face, I surmised that it was the same fellow as last time... both by the bronze color of his skin and by the look on her face as she surrendered to what was clearly a large intrusion.
As if this scene wasn't magical enough, by shifting a little more to the side, I could see that my precious wife was right there on the bed with them, pointing her camera at the action. My breath caught in my throat as I focused on her. She was also on her knees and elbows as she captured the look of ecstasy on her friend's face. Her ass was high and her panties exposed as her sundress had fallen forward. I was blessed with the sight of the two globes of her perfect ass separated by a thin strip of light blue cotton. Anabel's groans were audible over the music, and I began to feel very immersed in what I was watching. Although the view was partially obscured, the fact that I was now so close and that Jenny was involved made it just as hot if not hotter than the last time. Inevitably my cock got hard and I found that I could undo my shorts and let it free with one hand, while the other held onto the railing.
I stroked myself and watched as Anabel turned onto her back and spread her legs wide so that the man - and I could see now that it was indeed Stalin the young fisherman with the curious name - could slam back inside her with ferocity. Jenny then flattened herself onto her stomach in order to get a close up of that magnificent penis as it pounded that equally magnificent pussy. Her panties stayed exposed as her dress had pretty much given up trying to keep her covered, bunched as it was around her midriff. The lucky young man slowed his thrusting so that my wife could lean in close. I was completely captivated by everything before me, and admittedly relieved too as Jenny was pretty much only doing what she said she would.
I felt ashamed at doubting her, and also by my spying - it definitely felt sleazier doing it alone than it had with the three of us. But as Anabel reached over and ran her hand up Jenny's leg, I forgot all thoughts of shame - this was getting even hotter. Her hand quickly reached under Jenny's left thigh and I held my breath as Jen opened her legs and pushed her ass up. Anabel's hand then reappeared covering the tiny strip of light blue fabric. As she got slowed fucked, Anabel's fingers stroked my wife's pussy. Jenny put her camera aside as her own pleasure took all of her attention. I jacked myself slowly as she lowered her head to rest it on Anabel's stomach - her face only a few inches away from that incredible meeting of penis and vagina.
Utterly absorbed in the stunning display, I was completely taken aback when a dark shape appeared through the screen only a few feet from where I was perched. I had not considered that there may be someone else in the room, but now I could see a second man walking languidly over to the action on the bed. Uh oh, this may be getting out of hand. He was darker and heftier than the lucky young Stalin - and seemed to be completely naked.
It was only when he walked in line with the gap in the drapes that this was confirmed... completely naked and utterly unabashed. His huge cock hung between his thighs with a heft that suggested that he had already performed, but was not yet done. My heart beat rapidly as he reached out and ran a large hand onto my wife's taught buttocks. My guess would be that he had already fucked Anabel and now had his sights set on Jenny. "Wow" I thought to myself, Pablo had really set up quite an event.
As he turned to look at Jenny's fabulous and very exposed ass I saw his face clearly for the first time. Of course it was the bartender who Jenny had already flirted with, exchanging whispers right in front of me. The one who had completely ignored and then failed to recognize me at all. With complete confidence, he drew his hand back and then spanked her once, hard enough for me to hear the smack. She reacted with suddenly wide eyes and a sharp intake of breath. I could see that her panties were now tight against her wet pussy in a tiny narrow strip, leaving her buttocks completely naked. Since his hand was still on her ass, he took the opportunity to run an index finger under the tiny strip at the top of her ass, and then slowly slide it down towards her openings.
Mercifully this caused Anabel to reach over and push his hand away - apparently there were rules not to be broken and the sanctity of my wife's sex was thankfully one of them. But then to my horror she then she pushed her ass up, inviting another slap which he delivered without hesitation. A pang of panic and jealousy shot through me, stopping my heart for a beat, sending a wave of nausea into my gut but making my cock jerk spasmodically. It also caused me to lose my grip on the wall with the one hand that I wasn't masturbating with. "Fuck - this is going to go badly" I thought to myself as I slid down and landed with a thud on the little porch deck below, my shorts around my ankles and my cock still in my hand. Not helping matters I then lost my balance and ended up on my naked ass, right opposite the opening in the curtains, kicking some noisy metal chairs together in the process.
My world went into slow motion as I tried to get up - my ankles essentially tied together by my shorts - watching the imposing figure of the bartender now heading briskly my way. As the French doors swung open I was uselessly attempting to climb back up the wall, naked from the waist down, my shorts now hanging from one foot. As the powerful young man grabbed my arm and pulled me roughly towards the open doors, I prayed that a hole would open up and swallow us both whole.
Unfortunately, one did not. As much as I pulled and struggled I was no match for him. As we crossed the threshold my overriding thought was one of horror, as my cock had now shriveled in fear, whilst that of my captor had seemingly grown in response to his dominant display over me. In utter humiliation I could feel his thudding against my right hip as he pushed me forward - the difference between the two appendages ever so obvious to our audience. He pushed me to the ground in front of him as he exclaimed,
"Look at 'dis fool! What we have here... a peepin' Tom... Cracky gonna gets 'is ass beat..."
He stood threateningly over me, one fist clenched. Jesus Christ I thought... he still doesn't recognize me! This was definitely not my finest hour but surely the girls would save me. Taking my eyes off the intimidating fist for a second I looked over expectantly. The girls seemed to be in a brief conference before Anabel looked our way and said,
"No, don't hurt him. We really can't blame him for wanting to take a look. I've seen him around the resort, I think he's a guest here. Maybe we should really give him something to watch... what do you think Jenny?"
I looked at my wife. She smiled broadly back at me before answering, "Sure - let's do just that. I think I've seen him around also, he's always staring at me...." she directed the next comment my way, "Is that right? Are you a guest here? Have you been watching us and playing with yourself?"
I was completely dumbstruck, but relieved at the same time not to be taking a beating. So I nodded. Whatever game they were planning on, I was now a defenseless part of it.
Anabel smiled as she explained her idea. "I was beginning to think that I needed a little help here with these two, but I really didn't want the camera to miss any of the action... Now we have a new and willing participant. You!" she demanded me, "grab that camera and take some pictures. And don't miss any of the action! These girls are going to get busy!"
I glanced at Jenny, panicked at the implication behind these words. I didn't want to reveal the true relationship here but I needed some assurance that my actions - contemptible as they appeared - weren't about to unleash a gangbang on her. I received no such thing. She was still smiling, but was now looking at me through half closed eyes, and biting her lower lip. She could not have looked more lustful, and she was clearly loving torturing me. She picked up the camera and offered it my way..
"Here," she said, as she adjusted some settings to the "idiot" function. "Look through this, point it and press that button. Think you can handle that, stranger?"
I was forced to stand and walk to her, my now flaccid penis seeming to do it's best to hide completely. My attempt to conceal this was met with laughter from both girls.
"Don't worry Tom," assured Anabel, so happy with herself for sticking with the peeping theme. "No judgments here. Are you ready to see something outrageous?" I remained silent. "Well?" she continued. "Are you ready? Do you want to see something that you've never seen before? That's why you came here isn't it? To see something really happen that you've only fantasized about? Tell me you want to watch these bad girls do nasty things with these incredible men."
I could so fucking see where this was going, but I really had no choice.
"Yeah... I guess so."
"Not good enough! Tell me like you mean it and address me with respect! Or Sam will kick your ass out..."
"Sorry - I mean yes ma'am. I want to watch that."
"That's better. Get ready to take some pictures." She turned to Jenny, "Honey, I need a bit of a break. Can you entertain these two for a few minutes on your own?"
"Of course honey," came her response. "I guess it's my turn. You know I said I wouldn't but I don't want to let our new guest down... you know, if that's what he wants to see."
Oh, they were both having so much fun with this. But I knew I deserved it. I hadn't trusted her and I'd tried to spy on them. Now I knew that she had been following rules that would have severely limited her direct involvement. Those rules may now be off the table and I only had myself to blame.
Jenny swung her legs over and sat on the edge of the bed closest to me. Her sundress mercifully fell back down to cover her panties, but she still looked phenomenally sexual. Her hair was no longer tied but hung down onto her shoulders and she still had that smoldering look in her eyes as she stared at me.
Anabel was now standing on the opposite side of the bed with the younger of the two men, while the other one, who I now knew was Sam, still stood behind me. She beckoned to him as she led the other around the large bed and towards my wife.
Jenny then reminded me, " Hey you... You might want to start taking some pictures."
"Oh right, yes. Sorry," I stammered back and raised the camera. I had been in something of an overwhelmed daze but now as I looked through the camera the scene seemed to snap into focus. Anabel was gloriously naked and covered in sweat and probably cum. Her taught, athletic physique and her beautiful, exotic face was simply breathtaking. She looked tiny between the two tall men, one dark the other darker still. They were both young and muscular, and inevitably sporting huge cocks, hanging semi erect between powerful thighs. I started snapping away and it would all have looked like the best porn movie ever made if it wasn't for the fact that my wife was sliding her ass along the edge of the bed to put herself between the two men as Anabel stepped away. This shit was getting very real. I continued in my role, the camera clicking constantly, as if in encouragement.
As Jenny gracefully eased herself onto her knees between the two men, I lowered myself to a crouch. Her face was now in the immediate proximity of two rapidly hardening black cocks, and I saw no reason to include anything else in the frame. She looked directly through the camera lens as she licked her lips and ran her hands up the insides of each man's closest thigh. Her eyelids looked heavy and she was breathing rapidly. Although she was trying to look like a pro, I knew that this was a very new, exciting but also intimidating experience for her - particularly in front of me. It was unexplored territory that we had maybe touched on in conversation but never really considered likely to happen.
My heart was beating it's way out of my chest as her hands rose simultaneously up each thigh, and then disappeared from my view as they brushed up each man's ass crack before slowly descending - doubtlessly providing a little stimulation on the way down - to reappear again, taking a gentle hold on the top of each scrotum. Here her fingertips went to work, tracing soft trails between taint and testicles. Jesus - she was good at this. Her face had taken on an aspect of curiosity, as she successfully caused each penis to harden fully without actually touching them. They were both now sticking straight out and up, rock hard, huge and threatening. I was astounded to see that the bartender was even bigger than the fisherman, not longer but definitely thicker and the head of his prick looked almost angular, as if it it had been carved out of black marble. No wonder these local young men caused the tourist women to fantasize. Physically, they were indeed remarkable.
Much as I felt that I should be putting a stop to all this, I could feel my own penis hardening, not just at the sight but also at the expectation of what was to come. The throbbing of my cock gave me the confidence to open my knees a little as I crouched, and it sprang out before me. This caused Jenny to momentarily look down and I saw her smile as she observed my excitement. She apparently needed no further encouragement, as her two hands released four testicles and grabbed two cocks. She slowly began jacking each one, still looking straight at me through the lens. I kept clicking the button - this was incredible.
I couldn't help but notice that one fingertip just connected with the end of her thumb around the shaft on the right, but there was a distinct gap between finger and thumb on the left. I made a mental note to use this information to make comparisons at a later date. In the meantime, she was fully occupied with the tasks in hand. Despite having recently sucked another man's cock with my full knowledge and consent, she seemed hesitant, obviously aware that this was a more significant step. She cunningly opted to make me decide...
"What do you think Mr. Photographer?" she purred, "Should I go ahead and suck these massive cocks?"
I knew that I categorically wanted to watch this happen, and it gave me confidence to remember that there was still a rule that kept her panties in place - this could only go so far.
It also seemed like the only choice, given my role as pervy stalker:
"Yes absolutely," I responded. "I really think that you should...you know, if you want to..."
"Oh yes, I absolutely want to," was the last thing she said before turning to the side and opening her mouth wide for the slightly more manageable of the two.
The young man turned towards her so that her eyes were still fixed on mine as she slowly enveloped the huge head. Her tongue wrapped around it like a snake before she sank her mouth over and took it as deep as she was able. There was still plenty of length for her hand to remain slowly jacking it, as her other still did on the bartender. She slurped a few times before switching over and attempting the same on the other side. This time she only managed the huge head and about an inch of the shaft. I knew that I should be questioning my own response to this sight, but it was all too overwhelming and I was just too turned on to bother. My own cock throbbed in a futile attempt to compete.
Jenny was definitely struggling with the larger cock, so soon turned her mouth back to the first one, and she really started going to town, sucking it deep and drooling noisily. Anabel then decided to help and stepped between her and Sam and also got down on her knees. I backed up a little in order to capture the whole scene as - boy, girl, girl, boy - put on a show. The girls were rubbing their asses against each other as they worked.... it was an amazing sight and, in spite of my inevitable jealousy, I couldn't have hoped to be more turned on.
The young man taking advantage of my wife's oral talents now took her head between his hands and started fucking her face - not aggressively, but with a passion that she seemed to reciprocate. It occurred to me that he had been fucking Anabel when I had interrupted so was possibly fairly close to orgasm. This was confirmed when he withdrew from her mouth, saliva and pre-cum dripping from her lips and his cock-head, and started jacking himself above her upturned face. I re-framed the camera to capture it in as much detail as I could. She had one hand under his balls and the other rubbing her own sex. She always loved taking my cum, either on her pussy or her face, so I could only imagine how much she now craved to feel his.
He bellowed as he forced his cock to point lower and erupted - the first blast hitting and splashing off her right cheek, the second a little lower and into her open mouth. She in turn groaned loudly as she came, furiously jilling her clit as his semen ran down her face. The third blast hit her lower lip, after which he pushed the throbbing head of his dick back down her throat so that she could savor whatever was left.
I must have clicked the button a thousand fucking times - this shit was absolutely priceless. When she turned to me, her mouth still full of black cock, her face dripping with his copious semen, I just about spurted my own - involuntarily spasming and leaking pre-cum uselessly onto the floor.
As he slowly softened and backed up, she kept her lips tight around his girth, so that when it finally popped out, she didn't waste a drop. Fully in control of her power to tease, she then turned back to me and opened her mouth - pooling his seed on her tongue for a picture, and then closing and swallowing. She smiled as she opened her mouth once again to show that it was now in her belly. A pang of jealousy hit me and my cock spasmed painfully.
He sat back on the bed exhausted. Meanwhile Anabel and her partner had moved to an armchair, she slowly tugging at his cock as they kissed. I couldn't imagine that she would be able to take that monstrous thing inside her again any time soon, but she seemed willing to play with it nonetheless. Turning the camera towards them, I captured a couple of shots, but they were too engrossed in each other to even notice me. I pointed the lens back at my wife, who was now doing her best to look innocent, a trace of a smile and a biting of her lower lip. This might have worked if it wasn't for the globule of cum slowly making its way down her cheek and off her chin.
I framed the shot as a beautiful portrait with black thighs and semi turgid cock as a backdrop. I watched through the viewfinder as the young man bent to kiss her on the forehead - which I thought was rather sweet - before he headed outside and dove into the pool. Jenny put her hand on my shoulder and motioned towards the couch. I stood and followed her until she turned and gently pushed me down onto the oversize cushions at which point she lay aside me, avoided touching my still hard cock, and lay her head on my chest.
She kissed my neck a couple of times before looking up at my face. I hadn't been sure until now that she wasn't mad at me for spying on her, but it certainly seems like she wasn't bothered by that. I thought I'd start by apologizing anyway, so I whispered,
"I'm sorry babe.... that I followed you. I waited as long as I could but...."
"Shhh - that's ok. I was hoping you would - I had opened the drapes a little for you. And I'm glad you did. Are you?" she whispered back.
"Yes, of course... that was amazing. You were amazing."
"Really? You're not mad or jealous?"
"No, no.. how could I be mad? Jealous... well sure, a little but only in a good way," I replied briefly nudging my erection into her belly. She giggled and pulled herself a little higher, to where her face was adjacent to mine. She kissed my cheek. Inevitably I felt a wetness that really shouldn't be there. She then whispered in my ear,
"I need you to fuck me. I'm sooo fucking horny I'm going to explode."
I was worried that she might say something like that.
"Babe, I can't.... it's all I can do not to cum right now and nothing has even touched my cock yet. If I put it inside you I'm going to have an orgasm immediately. I need time to calm down a little bit... let me eat you, I'll get you off that way..."
"No, I need you inside me. You have to fuck me now!" she exclaimed, now straddling my thighs, my cock sticking into her belly. As if to challenge me and maybe punish me too, she locked her lips onto mine and made me taste. Ironically this had the counterproductive effect of making my cock spasm onto the brink of an orgasm yet again. I had to tense every muscle I still had control over to combat the sensation. There was no way that I could fuck her.
Fortunately, or so it seemed to me at that precise moment, Anabel appeared over her shoulder and slapped her on the ass. I could see that she and Sam were both grinning at me, the true nature of our relationship obviously revealed. Sam offered his open hand to me for a high 5 - no hard feelings I guess. Jenny turned and smiled at them both, then laughed at the crazy situation in which we all found ourselves, setting aside the peak of her arousal for the time being at least. Her ass was still upturned and exposed with just the thin strip of blue fabric - now a shade darker due to her wetness.
She turned to face me again with an attitude of both amusement and lust. I ran my hands up the outsides of her thighs to the narrow waistband of her panties and down again. My cock mercifully now had a little room to calm itself, and the presence of Anabel and Sam was seeming to suppress Jenny's immediate requirements. But Anabel wasn't in the mood to let the tension relax too much, so soon began stroking the inside of Jenny's thighs from behind as I stroked the outsides from in front.
Not being able to see how high Anabel's hands were going, I couldn't resist the opportunity to take a feel for myself. I wasn't particularly surprised to find them at the sweet spot, generating even more wetness than was already there. I let my fingers join hers in an incredibly erotic mutual massage of Jenny's inflamed pussy. This was a first... to feel someone else's fingers masturbating my wife and I found it incredibly erotic. Jenny possibly found it even more so, her breathing speeding up once again. I was treated to a close up of her face as she tried to suppress a deep and guttural groan. I realized that, much as I'd love to be watching her pussy getting stimulated, seeing her face was even more of a turn on. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open, and I could tell she was ready for more.
Anabel seemed to sense this too as she stepped back and Sam took her place. Jenny was still facing me with her eyes closed so wasn't aware of the switch until the delicacy of Anabel's fingertips were replaced by the brutishness of Sam's cock. His first touch was an aggressive one as he pulled his iron bar of a penis back onto his belly and then let it slap hard right onto Jenny's pussy lips. She instantly yelped, both at the sensation and the realization of the inherent danger implied. Her panties were still in place however, as was the rule that they should not be removed. Sam was not exactly breaking this rule, but definitely bending it as he now started working his cock head in a circular motion into the wettest spot of her panties, pushing gently forward as he did so. I again longed to see what this provocation looked like, but the exquisite expression on Jenny's face made up for it. Her eyes were getting wider but staring only at the blank wall behind my head, and her mouth was clenched tightly shut. The sounds she was making could only be described as grunts interspersed with the occasional "Oh god!" from between pursed lips. She looked so fucking sexy that I couldn't help myself from locking my lips against hers, even as she was losing her ability to even register that I was there at all.
One particularly hard thrust seemed to break the spell. I imagined the anvil like end of Sam's cock was now between the swollen lips of Jenny's cunt, technically inside her if still restrained by the thin pale blue cotton. She pulled away from him as far as she could, which was not very far as both he and I restrained her. She now focused her stare into my eyes and growled,
"No. Babe - no. We can't do this...."
The devil had truly taken over my thought process.....
"Really? You don't want to?" I asked.
"Don't," she replied, although the meaning wasn't exactly clear.
I decided to act rather than speak, sliding my right hand up her thigh and onto her ass, feeling my way along the edge of her soaked panties that protected her.
"Don't" she said again, a little more desperately. "Please...he's so much bigger than you."
That sounded mean, although she probably didn't intend it to. I tapped my fingertips right at her opening. The fabric was indeed pushed inside her pussy. The very tip of his huge cock had put it there.
"You don't sound so sure," I teased...
"I told you. I'm not going to cuckold my husband... however much I...." before she stopped herself.
Her eyes were now clenched shut and her face made her look to be in physical pain, possibly as a result of being as restrained as she was.
"However much you what?....."
Just as I suggested she tell me more, I felt her body shift. Not much movement but significant, given her position. Her breasts pressed harder against my chest, her back arched and her ass lifted up a little and back a little. It wasn't much, but it was all I needed to make a huge decision. As I saw it in that moment, she had just given me the sign of what she really wanted, and I acted accordingly... hooking one fingertip each side under the edge of her panties and pulling them sharply down.
Her eyes shot open and glared at me as if in horror, but I was sure that was only to mask her true feelings. Almost instantly I felt Sam's hands grip her tighter around her hips and then the inevitable started to happen - all as if in slow motion. He leaned forward, his black marble cock already perfectly aligned with her womanhood... her perfect, tight, white, married pussy. Anabel's camera started clicking continuously as Jenny's cunt lips parted and her fidelity fell apart. Although I couldn't see the progress that his exceptional cock was making into my wife, her face said it all. Her eyes were now rolled back in her head and her mouth gaped open uttering a continuous but ever more pronounced groan. Sam grunted and pushed forward...another inch maybe.. which made Jenny shriek in a delicious mix of the same agony and ecstasy that we had both seen Anabel experience just a short time before.
But now this was my wife, and she was orgasming hard on another man's cock. As she started to groan in between gasping for breath, Sam pulled back a little and then pushed forward again.... which in turn increased her response. It seemed like a continuous orgasm, as her body began to shake and she gasped for air. He leaned forward once more, back out and then forward again. Her orgasm continued. I began to wonder just how far inside her he now was... was he already deeper than I had ever been? Her response certainly suggested so, but his cock was so thick that maybe she was simply reacting to being - as I now recalled Anabel describe - being split in two! Or maybe it was both I thought... and if it wasn't now, then it was certainly about to be.
"Arrrrrgh!" she cried... "Fuck! It's so fucking big.... I'm so full...fuck....never...."
Clearly this was indeed un-chartered territory. He was deeper than I would ever go and wider than I would ever be.
As Sam's thrusts started to pick up a little speed, Jenny dropped her head onto my chest and just mumbled repeatedly...
"Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God...." and then, "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me...."
Certainly her reluctance had melted away completely. His thrusting was pushing her entire body higher up mine, and her face was now almost directly above my own. I could feel the exaggerated exertion of her breath on my lips.... it was as if it was escaping her under the pressure of his cock as it forced its way inside. I looked up to see her eyes searing into mine, with a defiance that surprised me. She was now in control - not of her physical state as she was in total submission to him - but of our response to it. The fantasy that we had toyed with in privacy was now being acted out to the ultimate degree. My wife was getting the best fuck of her life, as she stared into my eyes from inches away. Along with the multiple orgasms, she was now experiencing an empowerment of her sexuality... she was owning what she was doing and making me face the consequences of making her do it in the first place.
She gripped the sides of my head and brought her lips to my ear...
"Are you fucking loving this?" she whispered. "This is all your doing so you'd better be..."
As I was floundering for words, a deep voice came from behind her.
"You want more?"
"Oh shit," she growled at me. "I thought he was all the way in... fuck." And then much louder "Yes! Fuck me with everything you have.... but please, just go eeeeeeaaassss aaarrrggghhhh'" she locked her lips on mine as he eased his massive cock even deeper into her. Where it was all going was unimaginable, but whatever it penetrated seemed to put Jen into a pace she didn't know existed until now... this was beyond an orgasm, more a total possession of both body and mind. What had been her kiss became more like her lips being mashed against mine as her body seemed to go limp and her very consciousness wavered. Fortunately, between all the foreplay with Anabel and sending my wife to the fucking moon, this was all too much for Sam as he grunted loudly and proclaimed,
"Oh fuck - here it comes...."
Since Jenny seemed to have lost any semblance of reason, I was about to yell at him to pull out, but she cut me off...
"Cum in meeeeeeee!!!" she yelled as I felt a gush of her fluids splash onto my genitals.
So with the roar of a lion, he did. Short thrust after short thrust, spurt after spurt of hot cum - deeper in my wife than I could ever hope to reach. Wherever the black marble like end of Sam's cock was, it doubtlessly delivered a copious amount of island seed directly into my wife's welcoming womb. And it blew my fucking mind. As she reached yet another crescendo, my own orgasm erupted against her belly, unnoticed by anyone but me. All I could do was hold her and comfort her as best I could whilst Sam withdrew. She moaned as her stretched vagina was vacated, and then hugged me back, slowing regaining full consciousness. I tried to look relatively calm as my own orgasm subsided and I felt his heavier, hotter fluid slip out of her cunt and join hers on my testicles.
I became aware that Anabel was still snapping pictures pointing the camera between my wife's open legs. As spent as I was, I got an immediate rush as I contemplated seeing those photos for the first time. Whatever had just happened was clearly going to stay with us for quite awhile.
After a few minutes to recover, Jenny pushed herself up and looked around. Both young men were gone and Anabel had put the camera down and was wrapping herself in a sheet.
"Come on, we need to go now," she told me.
I needed no encouragement and also sat up, scanning the room for clothes. I quickly retrieved Jenny's dress and passed it her way. As I went looking for my long since discarded shorts, she slipped it on but then looked down, hesitating before standing.
"Jesus," she said, looking at her sex. I quickly understood her issue and started looking for her panties. I found them discarded on the floor, picked them up and handed them to her.
"Here, you'll probably need these," I said.
"Thanks," she replied somewhat sheepishly.
I couldn't help but to watch as she contorted to pull up her panties without opening her thighs anymore than was absolutely necessary. She slipped off the couch as she tugged them into place.
"This way," she told me, apparently remembering that I had arrived via the window.
As we headed for the door, she stopped to give Anabel a quick kiss. There seemed to be an understanding that the two of us needed to be alone asap. Annabel blew me a kiss as I nodded her way.
Once we were on the pathway back to the main hotel, Jenny grabbed my arm for support...her legs were obviously weak and somewhat shaky. I helped her along, past the other private villas until we got to the bend in the path. She stopped and turned towards me. I realized that we were in the exact same spot that we did this before, after our first visit to Pablo & Anabel's. As before, she kissed me aggressively - this time encountering no hesitation on my part.
"How things change in just a couple of days," she cooed in my ear. "Did you enjoy yourself back there, you dirty fucking boy, you?"
"Did you?" I countered.
"Don't be annoying...I asked you first," she responded.
I felt defenseless. "You know I did."
"You know I did too," she replied. "Feel me baby..." she said, grabbing my hand and dragging it under her dress. My fingers ran up the inside of her wet thighs, and encountered a very familiar place but in a state that I had never experienced before. Her pussy was incredibly soft, swollen and gooey. My head span with the sensation at my fingertips. She chuckled and pulled me forward.
"Come on, let's get back to our room. I need you to reclaim me."
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EPILOGUE
We never saw Anabel again. She sent a note with a weblink to send the pictures to, and a key to the villa which had been paid in advance for another week - in payment, she explained, for Jenny's photography work. We moved in the next morning, extending our vacation by 6 days and a whole lot of luxury. Under the pillow she left a strap-on dildo and a card with 2 beeper numbers listed as S & S. I guessed our crazy ride wasn't over yet...
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