[All characters are 18 years or older.]
Anniversary Fling – Part-1
A sexy wife gets a free pass as an anniversary gift
Erotic Fiction
by
Casey Bea
Part-1
Welcome to Fantasy Kay
Reed and Cassandra–Sandy to all of her friends–had been married for five years and had decided to celebrate their anniversary with a week-long trip to a resort on a small private island in the Caribbean. Fantasy Kay was an anything-goes adult-only resort where what happened on the island stayed on the island… unless you bought the video package, in which case you could take home all of the memories you made there. Reed and Sandy had signed up for that option.
When they had married and Sandy spoke the vow, “… to forsake all others…” it was a hell of a commitment for her. She had started fucking on her eighteenth birthday and had enjoyed a wild and free sexual lifestyle all the way through college. She had spent one semester in an exclusively-lesbian relationship with her roommate but after summer break the girl didn’t return to school, and Sandy happily embraced the bisexual lifestyle and all the possibilities it had to offer.
But Sandy had been true to her vows. Reed was a compassionate, imaginative, and energetic lover and damned near as kinky as his wife. They were able to keep each other well satisfied with role-playing, light bondage, and domination–with each taking on the sub role from time to time–and a myriad of sex toys. With a life-like strap-on, Sandy had introduced Reed to the “other side” by fucking both his mouth and his ass with her pseudo-dick.
***
Without a runway for even small airplanes, the only way to get to Fantasy Kay was by boat. (Unless you were wealthy enough for a helicopter, which Reed and Sandy were not.)
It was nearing suppertime by the time they had unpacked and settled into their little beachfront bungalow and had enjoyed their first-day-of-vacation fuck with the blinds across the sliding glass door wide open.
Sandy had experienced the thrill of exhibitionism in her wild past, but the idea of someone walking by on the beach and looking in to see him fucking his gorgeous wife doggy style was new to Reed. When he glanced out the door and a smiling couple gave him a big thumbs-up, he was hooked, however, and he grabbed Sandy’s swaying tits, pulled her upright, and pointed out their audience. She smiled, gave them a little wave, and blew them a kiss while her hubby fucked her hard.
After a shower, they dressed for dinner. He wore dark, lightweight slacks and a crisp white shirt, open at the neck. Although he knew he was playing with fire, he decided to go commando–hence the dark slacks.
Sandy wore a floor-length Hawaiian-print muumuu with a plunging, deep-v neckline that framed her cleavage and barely covered her dark nipples. When she had worn this dress other times she had used tape to make sure “her modesty was preserved.” Tonight, she was looking forward to a bit of “wardrobe malfunction.” She, too, wore no underwear.
***
When Reed and Sandy arrived at the restaurant–the less formal of the resort’s two–they noticed the couple who had been watching them through their window sitting at a table for four. The man waved and motioned them over to join them.
The couple introduced themselves as Don and Carlie. Guessing that they were in their mid-sixties, they were probably the oldest pair that Reed and Sandy had seen at the resort, so far. They actually seemed a bit out of place.
After a delightful topless waitress with martini-glass tits took their orders, Don said, “That was quite a show you put on for us earlier. Thank you for leaving your blinds open!”
Carlie giggled, and added, “Yes, thank you! We went back to our room and screwed like teenagers after that!” Sandy noticed a bit of color come up in Carlie’s cheeks as she spoke, apparently not used to using such “profanity” in public or talking about their sex lives with strangers. She thought it was adorable.
“We’re here celebrating our fifth anniversary,” Reed said. “Any special occasion for you?”
“An anniversary, too,” Don replied. “But forty for us.”
“Congratulations!” Sandy said as she raised her wine glass. “Happy anniversary to us all!”
They all clinked and repeated her toast to one another, and then Reed asked,
“So what kind of wild and kinky things are you going to do while here on the island, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“It’s probably not very wild and kinky by the standards of most of the others here, but we came to indulge our voyeurism fetish,” Don said. “We’re not planning to swap or actually do anything with anyone else. We’re just here to watch. For a long time, we’ve enjoyed watching other people screw in porn videos. We thought it might be even hotter to watch people doing it live.”
“And it was!” Carlie said as her cheeks flushed and she reached over to take her husband’s hand. She lowered her voice and added, “My puss was dripping wet by the time we got back to our room. I didn’t last a minute under Don’s talented tongue!”
Seeing it as a perfect segue, Reed took something from his pocket, and he said to Sandy, “Speaking of doing anything with anyone else…” He set a small velvet-covered ring box in front of his wife, and added, “Happy anniversary!”
“Oh, my! How sweet!” Carlie said, thrilled to be part of the touching moment.
Sandy smiled broadly as she reached for the box, and said, “But we said this vacation was our gift to one another.” She opened the box and her beaming smile turned to a look of confusion. She looked at her husband and said, “Um… there’s no ring in here.” She turned the box so he could see.
“That’s the box that your engagement ring came in,” Reed said with a grin. “I want you to take it off and put it in there. Your wedding band, too. Starting tomorrow morning and for the rest of the week you’re single again, and free to do whatever you want, whenever you want, with whomever you want. Happy anniversary, my darling!”
“Oh my!” Carlie repeated.
“Well, that’s an interesting anniversary gift!” Don echoed with a chuckle.
Sandy sat with her mouth slightly open for a moment as her husband’s surprise gift sunk in. “Oh, baby! Thank you so much!” As she slid the rings from her finger, she added, “You can be single, too, of course!”
“We’ll see,” he replied noncommittally. “My gift is going to be watching as you enjoy your gift.” He turned to Don and Carlie, and said, “I’m a voyeur, too.”
“And I’m an exhibitionist!” Sandy added. “So this should be fun!”
***
The next morning, after receiving a wake-up blowjob and then fucking his wife’s pussy as he stood at the end of the bed and she lay on her back with her gorgeous ass on the edge–all with the blinds wide open–they took a shower together. There was a big, clear window in the bathroom, too, and they left that blind open, as well. They then dressed and headed out to breakfast.
He was wearing loose-fitting shorts–commando–and a bright Hawaiian shirt. She had on a light, all-white summer dress with a low-cut bodice and a hem that swished a few inches above her knees. She wore a delicate, white shelf bra so that a generous amount of her tits was exposed and so that her bare nipples could tent the fabric of the dress when they became erect. Under the dress, she wore lace-edged thong panties.
Fifty yards or so from the dining room, Reed kissed his wife as he lightly caressed her bare ass-cheeks through her dress, and said, “Have fun, my love!”
When he entered the dining room half a minute behind Sandy, she was being escorted to a table for four by a handsome young man in a wrap-around, tropical-print loincloth that was apparently the wait staff’s uniform, whether man or woman.
A young lady–wearing the same loincloth low on her wide hips, and nothing on her firm c-cup tits approached Reed and asked, “How many, please?”
“Just me,” he answered.
“We don’t do tables for one, I’m afraid,” she replied. “Would you like to sit at the bar or share a table?”
“Can I sit at the end of the bar, over there?” he asked, pointing to a spot that was within easy earshot of his wife’s table.
As he slid up onto the barstool a young couple was being seated at Sandy’s table. He listened as they introduced themselves as Mark and Gail, from some town in Arizona that Reed had never heard of.
“Are you here at the resort alone?” Gail asked Sandy.
“Yes,” she replied. “I just went through a rather bad breakup so my girlfriends all chipped in and bought me a week here.” She chuckled and added, “Apparently, they think that getting my brains screwed out by perfect strangers will help my mood.”
The couple laughed, and Mark said, “And has it, so far?”
“So far, I’ve only given one blowjob and gotten my pussy poked from behind–both with the blinds wide open,” Sandy answered, “but the memory of my dipshit ex is already fading fast.”
Reed had to stifle a laugh at his wife’s made-up back-story. She always had a great imagination.
“How about you guys?” Sandy asked after the hunky waiter had taken their orders. “Are you celebrating something or escaping something like I am?”
“I guess you could call it celebrating,” Gail answered. “Mark got a huge bonus at work so we decided to use part of it to come here and live out a fantasy that we’ve talked about and played out–as best we could with just the two of us–since before we got married.”
“Ooo! So, I’m guessing multiple partners?” Sandy said, “Do you mind if I ask what your fantasy is?”
Mark and Gail looked at each other. This wasn’t something that they’d ever talked to anyone about before. Certainly not their friends and not even the staff at Fantasy Kay. When they set up their vacation Mark had written out what they wanted to do and emailed it to the “casting department” at the resort.
“It’s kind of a non-consensual-sex fantasy,” Gail said, obviously a bit shy about discussing their kinky fetish with a total stranger.
“We both want to be taken by a small group of men,” Mark elaborated using quote fingers on the word taken. “Three to be exact.”
“Well, that sounds interesting,” Sandy said. “Both of you, huh?”
“I’ve been bi-curious for a long time,” Mark replied. “And we’re both into being dominated and enjoying a little bit of pain.”
“And I, um… I’ve always wanted to try a… a BBC,” Gail added warming to the openness of the conversation. “So, we thought this would be a great way to explore some of our kinky fantasies all at once.”
After a server with attractive-but-obviously-enhanced tits left their juice and coffee, Sandy asked, “Do you mind sharing the details of your fantasy?”
“Well, it’s not exactly original,” Mark answered almost apologetically.
“It’s based on a couple of porn videos that we’ve watched more than once,” Gail added, quickly coming out of her shell now that it had been cracked open. “Mark gets a loan from the wrong people and when he doesn’t pay it back on time they come to our house to get their money. Of course, he doesn’t have it and they threaten to break his legs. I say that they can all screw me if they leave him alone.”
Sandy said to Mark with a grin, “I hope you appreciate how much your wife loves you. Sacrificing herself to a trio of no-doubt good-looking and well-endowed thugs to save your sorry butt.”
“Oh, I do!” he replied with a chuckle. “But she doesn’t exactly save my sorry butt; she just postpones its destruction for a while.”
“Ah! The bi-curious part,” Sandy said. “So, tell me all about this alleged incursion into your home,” she went on like a skeptical investigator. “Can you describe the perpetrators? What exactly did they supposedly do to you and your husband?”
Gail smiled, and replied, “Well, they were handsome, muscular, all black, and well-hung!” She chuckled and added, “I can’t tell you much about their faces; that’s not where I was looking!”
“Just the facts, ma’am,” Sandy said in a theatrically gruff tone. “Just the facts.”
Their breakfasts arrived, and after the tanned young man and woman left, Gail went on, “Well, they made us both strip and then they made Mark sit in a chair and just watch as they had their way with me.”
“Sorry, ma’am,” Sandy said. “I’m going to have to have more to go on than they had their way with me. Give me the details, please.”
Gail smiled as she chewed a bite of English muffin. She was actually getting into talking about their fantasy. Which was another kink unexpectedly uncovered. She swallowed, and began, “They put their hands all over me. Six strong black hands touching and fondling every inch of my naked white body. They squeezed my tits and played with my nipples; they grabbed my rear-end and even slapped it; and they rubbed their fingers through…” She paused a moment deciding if she wanted to switch to a different level of profanity and then went on, “… through my pussy.”
“And did all this touching and fondling by three attractive black men arouse you, ma’am?” Sandy asked.
Gail laughed, and replied, “Fuck yeah!” She quickly put her hand over her mouth and said, “Sorry!” at having dropped the f-bomb.
“That’s okay, ma’am,” Sandy replied. “You can use whatever words you’d like; I’ve heard it all before. Please go on.”
“Well, they took turns kissing me and sucking on my nipples while they played with my ass and sticking their big fingers up my… my cunt,” she went on. She emphasized the last word but said it quietly. She was still getting used to using foul language in public and in front of a stranger, but was finding it surprisingly arousing.
“Then they made me take off their clothes,” Gail went on. “That’s when I found out how well-endowed they were. One of them, especially, had a true BBC.”
“A BBC?” Sandy repeated as if she’d never heard the term before. “Could you elaborate on that?”
Gail smiled and washed down her mouthful of eggs with a sip of coffee. She was enjoying being drawn out by this lovely slightly-older stranger. “Big black cock!” she replied, not taking anything off her volume this time. “It was probably nine or ten inches long, fat enough that I couldn’t get my fingers all the way around it, and was uncircumcised so its fat, shiny head was stretching his foreskin. And he wasn’t even fully hard at that point!”
Sandy had put a piece of pancake in her mouth and she asked around it, “So, were all of them endowed with a BBC?”
“Well, none of them were SBCs I can tell you that!” Gail replied with a little laugh. “One of the others was probably about average size–about the same as my husband–and the third was in between those two.”
“I think I have a good mental picture,” Sandy said. “Your detailed description helps a lot. Please go on. What happened next?”
“They pushed me to my knees and stood around me and made me give them all blowjobs,” Gail answered with no more reluctance or hesitation in her voice any longer. “The smaller one went first–although, as I said, he was anything but small. I sucked his cock and bobbed my head as I swirled my tongue all over his knob. Then one of the others put his big hand on the back of my head and shoved me forward, forcing that fat black cock down my throat. He held me there, impaled, for probably ten or fifteen seconds, and when he pulled me back I was gasping for air while a web of throat-slime still connected my lips to his dick.”
“I see,” said Sandy. “You didn’t mention gagging at all; is having an erection in your throat something you’d experienced before?”
“I’d deep-throated Mark before,” she answered, “but this was the first time I’d had a cock forced down my throat.”
“And did you beg them to stop at this point?” Sandy asked.
Gail chuckled, and answered, “Not exactly. I was wondering if I was going to be able to get that BBC down my throat because I knew they were going to force me to try.”
“And how about you, Mark?” Sandy asked him. “Did it occur to you to ask them to stop this oral-abuse of your wife?”
“She, um… she didn’t seem in too much distress, really, so no,” he replied.
“It seemed to you that she might be enjoying being forced to suck and deep-throat this stranger’s stiff black cock?” Sandy asked him.
“I, um… yeah, actually,” he answered.
“And what about you?” Sandy pressed. “Were you enjoying the sight of your wife surrounded by three naked black men all with their cocks in her face? What was your reaction to seeing her get one of those stiff dicks shoved all the way down her throat?”
He laughed at how Sandy was pulling their fantasy from them, and replied, “My cock was as hard as a pipe and was drooling like a leaky faucet!”
“Interesting analogy,” Sandy said. “Are you a plumber, by chance?”
“No. I’m a pervert,” he replied, and they all laughed.
As they ate their breakfast, Gail and Mark went on explaining the fantasy that they hoped to make reality thanks to Fantasy Kay. She was, indeed, planning to deep-throat even the BBC; they would all take turns fucking her cunt while bent over a chair right in front of her husband; they would then each take a turn stretching her asshole before moving to the couch where they would simultaneously fuck her cunt, her ass, and her throat. Eventually, they would each jerk off their huge loads of thick cum all over her face.
Then, the leader, Mr. BBC, would decide that there was interest due on the loan that Gail had just paid off, and they would turn to Mark. They would make him lick their still-warm jism from his wife’s face and then take turns fucking his mouth.
Mark explained that he had sucked his wife’s dildo and was looking forward to seeing what the real thing was like.
“Are you planning to take their dicks down your throat?” Sandy asked as she soaked up the last bit of syrup with her final bite of pancake.
“Gail taught me how to deep-throat her dildo, so yeah, I’m looking forward to trying it with the real deal,” Mark replied.
“I am so looking forward to watching him suck all their stiff black cocks!” Gail said. “I think it’s so frigging hot when a guy blows another guy!” She finished her last bite of eggs and added, “Then the compound interest is due, and they fuck his ass at the same time they’re fucking his mouth.” She giggled, and said, “Shit! My pussy just dribbled thinking about that!”
“My boner is drooling in my shorts, too!” Mark said. To Sandy, he said, “Thank you for listening to our fantasy. It’s funny that for all the times we’ve thought about it and played out parts of it as best we could with just the two of us and a dildo or two, we’ve never talked the whole thing out like that. Even when I wrote it out to set things up here at the resort, it was more in outline form. Talking it out in detail like this–and to a perfect stranger–has really been fun and far more arousing than I’d have thought!”
“Well, I’m certainly glad I could accommodate you!” Sandy replied. “My pussy is drenched, too, by the way!”
After Mark and Gail left to get ready for their fantasy, Sandy got up and glanced over at Reed sitting at the bar. As if he was a complete stranger, she checked him out and then gave him a bright smile before walking out of the restaurant. Anyone observing them would never have guessed they were husband and wife.
***
Half an hour later, Sandy and Reed were lounging next to the pool, but not next to each other. Reed had waited until Sandy found her spot on a sun-soaked lounge chair and then took a seat at an umbrella-covered table with an unobstructed view of his beautiful and sexy wife. He wouldn’t be able to hear anything she might say, but that was okay; actions speak louder than words.
She was dressed–if you could call it that–in a black thong bikini with a top of thin, lightweight material that allowed the shape of her nipples to be easily seen. When she had spread out her towel on the lounge chair, she had bent over showing anyone who care to look–and there were plenty–her wonderfully round, virtually naked ass.
She stretched out with the back of the lounge chair tilted up slightly, and wearing mirrored sunglasses, she pretended to be napping while the sun warmed her mostly-naked body. In fact, she was watching closely as both guys and gals passed by and checked her out. It made her pussy–hidden behind a small triangle of black cloth–tingle.
One young man–who looked like he should have been carrying a surfboard, with his tousled dirty-blond hair and thin, well-tanned body–walked by several times, staring more intently with each pass. The attention caused Sandy’s nipples to stiffen, and she shifted her legs a bit to allow him a better look at her barely-covered pussy.
The next time he came by–nearly stopping in front of her to check her out–she raised a hand and gave a little wait-a-second wave, and said, “Hello. Would you get me a strawberry daiquiri, please? Frozen.”
Thinking she was sleeping, Sandy’s movement startled the guy, and as he tried to recover, he stammered, “I, um… Sorry, but I… I don’t work here.”
She slowly slid her sunglasses down her nose, peered over the top, and looking into his eyes, she said in a sexy voice, “I know. I want you to bring it to my room.”
“I, um…” the guy mumbled caught completely off guard.
“I can be a very generous tipper,” Sandy enticed him, almost laughing at his shock at having been caught staring at her nearly-naked body.
“Um, sure!” he finally managed. “What… what’s your room number? Do you want it… you know, like now?”
She swung her legs off the chaise and said in a sultry voice, “Yes, if you don’t mind.” She told him her bungalow number and then walked away, sure that he was staring at her ass.
He followed her out of the pool area and then had to make a right to head for the bar while she took a left to go to her bungalow.
Reed couldn’t be sure what had just transpired, but he was pretty confident that his wife had just picked up the young guy with dirty-blond hair. He was a bit confused when the guy went to the bar instead of following Sandy, but he trusted that she had some plan going on and he hung back to watch the guy. When he left the bar with a frozen strawberry daiquiri–Sandy’s favorite fruity drink–he had an idea of what might be happening, and he followed the guy at a discreet distance.
When Sandy opened the door she was completely naked. She invited the guy in and as she took the drink from his hand, she asked, “So, what’s your name? I’m Sandy.”
“Jay,” he replied, obviously nervous. “It’s, um, nice to meet you.”
She took a sip of the drink through the short straw, then lowered the frosty glass and rubbed it across each of her naked nipples. They were already swollen, but the cold stiffened the nubs into pencil erasers. Jay stood there staring, completely unsure of what to do or say.
Sandy set the glass on the dresser, moved in front of him, and slid her hands down his sides to the waistband of his swim trunks. She hooked her thumbs behind the elastic, and as she slowly went to her knees–pulling his trunks down as she went–she said, “And now for that tip I mentioned.”
As his boner sprang free, directly in her face, he stammered, “The, um… you… you forgot to close the blinds.”
She slid her hands up the backs of his legs to his lily-white tan-lined ass, and said, “I didn’t forget. I like the idea that somebody might be watching while I suck your cock. You don’t mind, do you?”
“I, ah, no, I… I guess not,” he answered. In fact, it would never have occurred to him to have sex where someone could be watching, but he’d have agreed to anything that this gorgeous “older woman” wanted.
Caressing his ass, Sandy placed a gentle kiss on his knob then parted her lips just enough to get the tip of her tongue to poke into his pee-hole. She then kissed down one side of his erection, twisted her head to force his hard-on up against his belly, and lapped all the way back to his cock-head along its underside. She kissed his knob again and then ran her lips down along the other side. She then bent his boner down and kissed along its top side back to its head to cover all four sides of it with her spit.
He was breathing deeply and a bit unsteadily as she teased his cock, getting it even harder than it had been when it popped free. When she planted her pursed lips against his knob once again, he desperately wanted to put his hands on her head and shove his cock into her mouth. But he didn’t want to do anything that might screw up this fantasy-come-true. Besides, she sure as hell seemed to know what she was doing down there!
She leaned in so she could get his cock-head into her mouth. She swirled her tongue over and around it and poked his pee-hole again. As cock-heads went, it was just about perfect in Sandy’s opinion. It was fat and squishy and was slightly larger than the rest of his cock. It had a big fire-helmet ridge that she locked her lips behind and pulled on. Behind his knob, his dick was fairly thick and about seven inches long. Not as long as her husband’s but certainly fit for its purpose if the kid knew what to do with it.
After sucking and tonguing his knob for a little while, Sandy gripped his ass tightly and pulled him toward her, taking every inch of his stiff cock into her mouth and right down her throat in one smooth motion.
He sucked in his breath and groaned, “Oh, fuck!” as he experienced the constriction of a throat squeezing his cock for the first time ever. His legs trembled a bit, and he said, “Holt shit!” as Sandy rocked her head and mashed her lips into his curly pubes to drive every last inch of his cock into her throat.
After ten or fifteen seconds she pulled back with a hard suck, kissed his knob, then looked up and said facetiously, “Was that okay? I didn’t, you know, hurt you or anything, did I?”
He laughed, and said, “Fuck no! That was in-frigging-credible! No one has ever done that to me before!”
She slid her hands from his ass and took hold of his. She placed them on either side of her head, and asked, “Do you want to fuck my mouth?”
“Oh, God!” he said. “Seriously?”
“Well, you don’t expect me to do all the work, do you?” she said with a small laugh. She ran her hands over his smooth ass again, and added, “Do it, Jay! Fuck my mouth and shove your fat cock right down my throat!”
He obliged by pulling her head and rocking his hips at the same time, driving his dick down her throat and holding her lovely face mashed against his belly. He held her tightly impaled and groaned at the exquisite feeling as he humped her face trying to get even more of his cock down her throat.
When she decided it was time that she needed to breathe, she push on his legs and he let her go. With a web of throat-slime bridging the small gap between her lips and his glistening cock-head, she looked up and said, “Can you talk while you fuck?”
“Um, I guess,” he replied, obviously confused. “About what?”
“Tell me what a young, virile guy like you is doing here,” she said. “Why did you come to Fantasy Kay? Surely, I good looking, well-hung guy like you doesn’t need to come to a place like this to get laid.”
“It’s, um, it was a gift,” he answered. “I’m getting married in a couple of months and my best man and groomsmen chipped in to buy me a last-fling weekend here.”
Sandy laughed, and said, “What are friends for?” Then, after sucking his fat knob, she asked, “And does your fiancé know about your last fling?”
“Yes. It was actually her maid-of-honor’s idea,” he replied.
Sandy laughed again, and said, “Tell me all about it.” She then began bobbing her lips up and down his dick.
He groaned, “Oh fuck!” and holding her head, he started to rock his hips and fuck this gorgeous lady’s mouth. He didn’t know if she had kids, but other than that she was absolutely a first-class MILF!
“Her maid-of-honor, Ginger, is a real slut,” he began, “And she thinks anyone who isn’t is missing out on all the fun.” He drove his cock down Sandy’s throat, groaned, “Oh, fuck!” again, and with his dick buried deep, he went on, “Ginger knows that Jill and I aren’t going to screw around on each other after we’re married, so she came up with this idea for us to get one last free-pass screw-around before we take our vows.” He pulled his cock out of her throat, but left it in her mouth and went back to fucking her as he continued, “The bridesmaids bought Jill two days here after I go home from my two-day fling. Ginger thought we’d be more free-spirited if we weren’t here together.”
Sandy popped her mouth off of his dick, and said, “Well, I’m honored to be part of your last fling, Jay. You’re going to have to describe Jill for me so I can keep an eye out for her. I’m going to be here all week.”
“Oh, man!” he said, “That would be fucking awesome!” He held her head and shoved his cock down her throat, and after another groan, he said, “Please tell me you’ll teach her how to do this!”
***
Outside, off to one side of the sliding glass door, Reed was rubbing the boner in his pants as he watched his gorgeous wife getting face- and throat-fucked by the young dude that she had just picked up at the pool. Although he knew of her wild and sexually-adventurous past, up until now their relationship had always been monogamous. He quickly realized, though, that even after they got home that was likely going to change. As he rubbed his stiff dick he was envisioning the benefits of having a slut-wife.
***
Inside, Sandy could easily tell that Jay was getting ready to cum. She popped her lips off his dick, and looking up at him, said, “If I let you cum in my mouth do you think you can get hard again so you can fuck me?”
“Oh, shit!” he groaned. “Fuck yes! My dick has never been so hard! I don’t think it will wilt at all!”
“Then do it!” she told him. “Grab your slippery, fat cock and jerk off into my mouth!” As he slathered her spit and throat-slime down his boner, she added, “But be warned; any of your hot, thick cum that lands on my face you have to clean up with your mouth!”
“Oh, fuck!” he groaned, yet again, as he began beating furiously. His fiancé occasionally took his jism in her face but with tightly closed lips. She then cleaned up the mess with tissues. That he was going to get to blow his load in this sexy woman’s mouth was unbelievable!
He had tasted his own cum after masturbating before and would have to admit that he kind of liked the taste, but the kinky, nasty thought of licking his own hot, fresh splooge off of this lady’s beautiful face and swallowing it had his balls percolating and ready to explode. He wasn’t going to even try to get it all in her mouth!
When he felt the first squirt of his orgasm coming he stopped jerking, held his dick pointed into Sandy’s wide-open mouth, and tightened his grip. He loved the burn of the first squirt as it forced its way up through his urethra, and squeezing his cock intensified it.
The first jet was thick and long and shot straight into Sandy’s mouth. “Fu–uck!” he growled through clenched teeth at the glorious fire-like burn of his cum escaping his constricted cock and the sight of it shooting into Sandy’s mouth. He let the second spurt start going into her mouth but then redirected his dick and it finished across her upper lip and left cheek. He then began beating again with tight, fast strokes, and jerked off the rest of his load over her nose, her other cheek, both of her now-closed lips, and her chin.
When his grunts signaled the end of his orgasm, Sandy stood up, and with his jism forming little strings across her mouth as she spoke, she commanded him, “Clean it up, Jay! Clean your hot fucking cum off my face!”
He took her head between his hands and kissed her hard, smearing his jism between their faces. He then opened his mouth and began sucking and lapping, swallowing every bit of his own still-warm jism that he could find.
While he sucked his cum from her face, Sandy reached down and began stroking his cock. He’d been right; it didn’t seem to have wilted a bit!
***
Outside, Reed was gripping and pulling on the bulge of his engorged dick through the light fabric of his shorts when a voice startled him.
“You gotta love the open-window policy of this place, don’t ya?” the topless woman said as she walked up beside Reed. Looking down at his fist on his dick, she added, “You need a hand with that? Or a mouth?”
“Um, yeah, sure,” Reed managed in reply. “I never knew I was such a voyeur before,” he lied, “but you’re right; watching other people fuck and suck is hot as hell!”
“I’m Millie, by the way,” the woman said as she turned her back to the glass door and went into a squat pulling Reed’s swim trunks down as she went.
Millie was an older woman–at least by Reed’s standards. She was pretty but with an unmistakable maturity that Reed found attractive. Growing up, he had never thought about his own mother in sexual terms, but there were a couple of his friend’s moms that he had jerked off thinking about.
In fact, Mille was going to be 62 this year–easily old enough to be Reed’s mother. She, too, had never engaged in incest, but she had been a hot, flirting MILF to her son’s friends, and had even taken the virginity of one of them.
When Reed’s boner popped free of his shorts, Mille said, “Oh, very nice!” and then kissed its knob and sucked up a good drool of pre-cum. She began stroking its length and between kisses and licks on his cock-head, she said, “I’m here with my hubby and we’re having a contest to see which of us can suck the most cocks before suppertime.”
Reed chuckled and said, “An interesting idea for an appetizer. I’m glad I could be part of your tally. So, your husband is bi I take it.”
“He is now,” she answered after a suck that poked his knob into the back of her throat. “When we got here he was just curious, but after fulfilling my fantasy of watching him suck cock yesterday, he’s completely hooked. This contest was actually his idea.”
“Created a monster, have you?” Reed said with a little laugh, followed by a moan as Millie sucked hard on his cock-head while she stroked his shaft.
She pulled her lips off his knob with a pop! and replied, “If you want to call opening up our sex lives to include bisexual three-ways and probably the occasional orgy creating a monster, then yes. I’m calling it creating a dream-come-fucking-true!” She gave a couple more deep bobs down his cock, and then asked, “So, what’s your story? Why’re you here all alone rubbing your boner while you peek in the window watching one stranger get a blowjob and another get a messy facial?”
“I’m a bit of an introvert,” he fibbed, “and I’m trying to break out of my shell. I just broke up with a girl who wouldn’t give me a blowjob and barely tolerated me licking her pussy just to get it wet. My buddies told me there’s a whole lot more to life–sex-life–and suggested I come here to get a jump start.” He caressed Millie’s hair as she bobbed on his cock, and added, “They were frigging right!”
“Well, I’m glad I could help show you what you’ve been missing,” she said. “But speaking of missing, you’re going to have to tell me what’s going on inside behind me.”
“I. um… okay, I guess I can do that,” he replied as if talking filthy while watching his gorgeous wife getting fucked by some young, surfer-dude stud was going to make him uncomfortable.
“I think he’s cleaned all of his stuff off of her face and she’s taking him to the bed,” he began.
“Stuff?” Millie repeated after slipping his dick from her mouth. “You mean his cum? His hot splooge? His thick, milky jism? Come on, use some language that’ll make my pussy wet! This isn’t your frigid ex-girlfriend you’re talking to here. And it’s sure as hell not who you’re watching!”
“Um, alright… she’s laid back on the bed. Her butt–her ass–is near the edge–and she’s lifted and spread her legs. Her… her pussy is soaking wet!” he said as if getting used to talking dirty. “He’s standing there stroking his erection, and…”
“His what?” Millie interrupted him after interrupting the blowjob she was giving him.
“His cock!” Reed corrected himself. “His stiff frigging cock! And it never even got soft after he orgasmed on… after he jerked off all over her pretty face!”
“That’s more like it!” Millie mumbled around his dick.
“He’s rubbing his knob–his cock-head– up and down through her pussy lips–her drenched pussy lips! She’s reached down to help him. She guided his cock-head to her clit and he’s rubbing it there. She has her other hand on one of her tits and she’s pulling on her nipple. Geez! That looks like it should hurt!” he said as if he didn’t know how much his wife enjoyed having her nipples abused.
“Trust me,” Millie responded, “that combination of clit-rub and nipple-pinch feels awesome!”
“Maybe not,” Reed said. “She just pushed him away.” A moment later, he went on, “No. She pushed him to his knees and she has a handful of his hair pulling his face into her pussy. She wants him to eat her cunt before she lets him fuck her!”
“Mmm! Tell me about it!” Millie said, happy that her protégé was getting the hang of dirty-talk.
“She’s got both hands on his head now, and she’s really mashing his face into her pussy! She’s rocking his head back and forth and up and down. It’s like she’s masturbating with his face!”
“It’s called a face-fuck!” Millie said. She then added with a laugh, “It’s one of the best things you can do with a guy’s face!”
“His whole face–his cheeks, his chin, even his forehead–are drenched with her pussy juice!” Reed said, knowing how wonderful that felt and smelled and tasted, but pretending the concept was new to him. “Oh, she just lifted his head and his tongue is sticking way out. She must have been fucking her cunt-hole with his tongue!”
“The second-best thing you can stick up a cunt!” Millie said between bobs on Reed’s cock.
“Okay, she must be ready to fuck now,” Reed went on. “She just pushed him to his feet again.” He then added, “And he’s sure as hell ready! His cock is sticking straight out and I can see the pre-cum on his knob!… I think she just told him to shove his fat cock up her cunt…. Yup! No rubbing this time! He just stuck his drooling knob in her cunt-hole and shoved it all the way in!”
“You mean like this?” Millie said, and then drove forward and took Reed’s cock down her throat.
“Oh, fuck!” he groaned without pretending. As she mashed her lips into his pubes and shook her head to get every millimeter of his boner into her gullet, he moaned, “You were saving that until he fucked her, weren’t you?” He added, “Fuck, that feels awesome!” as if he’d never been deep-throated before. Of course, it was still the truth. Although his wife’s was the only other throat that he’d ever fucked, it always felt awesome to have his stiff cock shoved into a slippery, tight throat.
When she pulled back off of his dick, Millie said, “Surprise! Yeah, I thought it might be fun for you to feel on your cock what that guy was feeling on his.” She then added, “I taught my hubby to do that, too.” She spread her throat-slime down the length of his dick, and asked innocently, “So, what are they doing now?” as if she didn’t know full well.
“He’s fucking the shit out of her!” Reed replied as he watched the young, well-tanned stud with the white tan-line ass driving his hard cock in and out of his wife’s drenched cunt.
Millie took Reed’s hands, put them on the sides of her head, and told him, “Show me!”
“Can… can I do that… you know, that throat thing again?” he stammered, keeping up the innocent act.
“You can fuck my mouth any way you want, sonny!” she replied and then pushed herself forward and swallowed his cock to demonstrate.
“Oh, shit!” he moaned and then began rocking his hips and fucking the older woman’s mouth while he watched the beach-bum fuck his wife’s cunt. He would make a series of short, fast mouth-fucks while she sucked, and then he would pull her head and rock forward at the same time and drive his cock down her throat and mash her face into his belly.
On the third throat-poke, Reed said, “Oh, man! I think she’s getting ready to cum on his fat cock!” of course recognizing his wife’s telltale body language.
Millie pushed him back, disengaging his dick from her throat, and as she spun around and stood up, she said, “Oh, I want to see that, too! I love watching a woman orgasm!”
Now with her back to his front, she grabbed his hands and put them on her naked tits while she ground her ass against his boner. He began mashing and mauling her big, mature jugs with their massive, dark nipples and she reached down and pulled up on her sarong, allowing his slippery dick to nestle between her generous MILF ass-cheeks. “Hump my ass, sonny!” she directed him while pushing back against his cock.
***
Inside, Sandy’s cunt was getting ready to erupt. The kid’s technique was surprisingly good. His quick, shallow fucks stimulated the entrance to her pussy, and then he’d satisfy the need he’d created with a long, cunt-filling shove that he’d hold deep while he swiveled his hips.
“Fuck me, kid!” she growled at him. “Fuck my cunt so I can cum all over that stiff cock of yours!”
He obliged with rapid, half-depth jabs that were exactly what and where Sandy needed. She threw her head back and arched her back while she pinched and pulled on her nipples. Every muscle in her body involuntarily tensed as her cunt constricted around Jay’s cock as if trying to strangle it while at the same time, a torrent of hot cunt-juice forced its way past the invader.
“Fu… uu… uck!” Sandy groaned as the first wave of her orgasm gushed out between her pussy-lips and his cock and ran down the crack of her ass. “Keep fucking me, kid!” she demanded. “Keep fucking my burning fucking cunt while I cum all over your fat cock!”
He hardly needed to be told to keep fucking this gorgeous, sexy older-woman, but her filthy language was an awesome added inducement. If he hadn’t just blown his own cum all over her face a short time ago, he’d have been adding his own splooge to what was leaking out around his cock. As it was, his accidental staying-power was about to pay a dividend that he would never have dared hope for.
Sandy’s cunt was finally becoming over-sensitized to his boner, and she had to push him back and disengage him. Although her pussy was satisfied for the moment, Sandy was not.
She had intentionally not made eye-contact with her husband as he watched her suck and fuck this young kid, preferring the kinky feeling of being spied-on rather than performing for an audience. But in her peripheral vision, she had noticed a topless, big-breasted woman giving him a blowjob while he watched.
They were now both facing in and he was mauling the shit out of those big tits. As much to give them a show as to continue satisfying her kinky need to be watched–as well as to give the kid a thrill he probably wasn’t expecting, Sandy said to Jay as he stood there panting with his boner standing straight out–slick with fresh cunt-juice, “You want to fuck my ass? You don’t look like you’re done, yet!”
“R… really?” he stammered. “Oh, man! Yes! Really?”
“Yeah, really,” she said, amused that he must have been thinking he’d died and gone to some kind of sexual-heaven. “Have you ever done anal with your fiancé?”
“No,” he answered. “We tried once, but she said it hurt too much. She’s kind of petite, so she’s too small back there.”
“No she isn’t,” Sandy said. “Assholes will stretch a lot more than people would guess. She’s just nervous and thinking it’s going to hurt, so it does.”
Sandy turned over and crawled farther up onto the bed on all fours. She went onto her elbows in front and her knees in the back, positioning her naked ass– drenched and glistening with her pussy-juice–sticking up in the air.
“Shouldn’t I use, you know, a condom?” he asked. “I don’t have one.”
“Normally, yes,” Sandy replied. “That would be a good idea. But I cleaned myself out earlier, kind of hoping I might end up in this position. Now, climb up here and stick that boner up my ass!”
As he crawled forward on his knees, he asked, “So, do you, um, have lube somewhere?”
“In your mouth,” she answered. “You drool a big wad of spit onto my pucker, and between that and my pussy-juice it’ll be all the lube I need.”
He put his hands on the globes of her ass and as he leaned down he pulled her cheeks apart.
“Of course, it wouldn’t hurt if you stuck your tongue and then a finger or two up there just to get me primed for your fat cock,” Sandy said. “Don’t worry; aside from the pussy-juice you just had running down my ass-crack, I’m all clean back there.”
Sticking his tongue up his fiancé’s little asshole is not something that would ever have crossed Jay’s mind. But in the testosterone-charged heat of the moment, his mind wasn’t working all that well, anyway. Besides, she did say she was cleaned out back there.
He bent down and licked the pussy-juice from both sides of her ass-crack, getting ever closer to her little pink sphincter with each lap. He had expected that because this obviously-experienced woman liked anal–and had even cleaned herself in preparation–that her butt-hole would have been much larger than his fiancé’s. In fact, it was almost identical in size and even its delicate pink color.
A bit tentatively at first, he traced the tip of his tongue around the snug little pucker. He had licked his fiancé’s pussy, of course–and Sandy’s just moments ago–and the difference between those soft, fleshy, welcoming openings and this tightly closed, wrinkled little circle spiked his arousal immediately. As his dick released a drool of pre-cum he swirled a few smaller and smaller circles, finally leaving the tip of his tongue nestled into the center of Sandy’s rosebud.
“Do it, Jay!” Sandy encouraged him. “Tongue-fuck my tight little asshole! Get me ready for your fat cock!”
He stiffened his tongue as much as he could and he pressed his face into Sandy’s ass-crack. His tongue entered her pucker and its snug resistance triggered another drool from his cock as it probably imagined itself being pushed into that tight little opening.
He rocked his head to press his face as far into Sandy’s crack as possible and wiggled his tongue to force it as deep as he could.
“Oh, fuck, yeah!” Sandy encouraged him. “You’re as good at rimming a tight asshole as you are at eating cunt! Oh, your fiancé is going to be in for a pleasant surprise when you get back!”
He began bobbing his head the couple of inches it took to tongue-fuck her asshole while at the same time digging his fingers into her fleshy, round ass-cheeks.
Finally, he lifted his face, leaving behind a good pool of spit in the middle of her pucker, and then replaced his tongue with his middle finger. He pushed it in knuckles-deep and then twisted his hand back and forth.
“Oh, yeah! That’s nice!” Sandy moaned. “If you haven’t actually done this before, you’ve thought about it, haven’t you? You’ve thought about getting your fiancé’s tiny little butt-hole ready for your cock, huh? I’ll bet you jerk off just thinking about that, don’t you?”
“Fuck yes!” he readily admitted.
“Give me another finger!” Sandy told him. “But just one more. I want you to loosen me up, but not too much. I want to enjoy the burn of my asshole being stretched out by your fat cock!”
He moaned at her filthy, graphic language, added his index finger to his middle finger, and again twisted his hand back and forth with the pair shoved deep into her sphincter. He continued to be impressed at how much the little opening could stretch without appearing to be painful. He was pretty sure, of course, that the asshole he had his fingers stuffed into wasn’t virgin like his fiancé’s.
“Okay, kid. Crawl up there and stick your fat boner up my ass!” she told him.
He extracted his fingers and bent down to deposit a pool of spit on her pucker, and found it not quite so puckered as before. He rimmed his tongue around the wrinkled little circle and then pushed it in again, going much deeper than he had the first time. He liked the snug fit of tongue-fucking an asshole far more than he ever expected he would have. His dick drooled again, apparently envious of his tongue.
He straightened up and crawled a bit closer as he lifted his stiff cock into alignment. He placed his cock head at the entrance that his tongue had just vacated and let its pre-cum mix with his spit to form an all-natural lubrication cocktail.
With her head on the pillow, Sandy reached back and placed her hands on her ass, pulling her cheeks apart. “Do it, Jay!” she told him. “Stick your cock-head in my ass! Tip-fuck me a few times to get me ready for your whole fucking cock!”
He leaned forward and watched in fascination as her tiny pink sphincter expanded and his fat cock-head squashed until they created the perfect compromise and his knob popped inside. Immediately, her rosebud constricted around his cock-neck, locking him in place, and she let out a little whine from the pleasure of the pain.
He moaned, himself, at the never-before-experienced feeling of a tight asshole strangling his cock, but then, reacting to Sandy’s whine, he surprised her by asking, “Are you all right? Should I take it out?”
“Well, aren’t you the gentleman!” Sandy said with a little chuckle. “Yes, I’m all right, and yes you should take it out. But only to stick it back in. I love the burn of a fat knob popping in and out of my ass! Tip-fuck my ass, Jay! Stretch my little asshole over and over!”
Quite sure now that he had died and gone to heaven, Jay popped his knob out and watched as Sandy’s pucker closed back up. He then pushed it back in, enjoying the glorious feeling of having his cock-head compressed as it forced its way through the tight sphincter and then expanded once inside. “Oh, fuck!” he groaned as he poked her asshole over and over while he held onto her hips.
“Okay, now shove that fat cock all the way up my ass, kid!” Sandy told him after the seventh or eighth knob-fuck. “And reach under here and grab my tits while you do it!” she added.
He had to lean over more to get his hands on her tits, but that was exactly what Sandy planned. She wanted to feel his fat knob grinding against the backside of her cunt at the same time his shaft was stretching her asshole as he drove it in. The only thing better would have been if there was already a hard cock filling her cunt when he stuffed her ass. She hadn’t done a DP–at least with two real cocks–in years. But the week was still young!
Jay gripped her tits and as if using them as handles, he pulled his hips forward and pushed his cock into the restriction of Sandy’s asshole. It was easily the tightest fuck he had ever had. Even jerking off he never squeezed his cock this tight, at least not in the same way.
Sandy growled into her pillow as the kid’s boner stretched and filled her ass. When she felt his hips hit her ass-cheeks and he stopped, she commanded, “Deeper, Jay! Wiggle your hips and drive that fat cock deeper up my ass! I want to feel every fucking inch of your fat, young cock stuffed inside me! Make me choke on it from the inside!”
“Oh, fuck!” he moaned again and pulled even harder on her tits as he ground his hips against her ass. He had never experienced anything like this in his life and if he had died right there with his cock stuffed deep in this gorgeous woman’s ass he’d have been buried with a hard-on and a smile that would last to eternity.
With his weight pressed hard against her ass, Sandy allowed herself to be forced forward and flat against the bed. “Now fuck me, Jay! Fuck my ass like you want to fuck your fiancé’s! Fuck me like I’m going to show her when I meet her!”
He had to let go of her tits to support himself with his arms, but he put them on her shoulders right next to her neck and gripped tightly as he began bouncing his hips up and down, fucking her ass from the root of his dick to its cock-head. He didn’t pull all the way out because he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to get it back in in this position, and he wasn’t going to do anything to screw this up!
Sandy noticed that he made a little moan and jabbed her harder when she mentioned showing his fiancé how to ass-fuck, so she added, “I am going to find a stud like you when I meet your bride-to-be, and together we’re going to teach her how to take a fat cock up her ass and down her throat so she can give you a wedding night you’ll never forget!”
“Oh fuck!” he groaned, yet again, and pounded her even harder.
***
Outside, Reed was pulling on Millie’s fat nipples as he humped her ass-crack with his downward-pointing boner while she rubbed her dripping pussy. When he watched his wife lay flat and the kid started to fuck her ass, he swiveled his hips and managed to get his dick pointing upward so he could hump its more sensitive underside against Millie’s upper ass-crack and even rub his drooling cock-head along her spine.
“When you’re ready to cum with that thing I want it in my mouth!” Millie said as she pushed a finger into her cunt-hole. “Hubby and I get one point for each cock we suck, but three if we suck it off and swallow its dick-juice!”
“Well, I wouldn’t want you to miss out on the extra points,” Reed said as he humped hard enough to slap his balls into her ass. “Do I need to initial your scorecard or anything?” he added with a chuckle.
Millie laughed, and said, “No. We’re on the honor system. If you can’t trust your partner in this place you’ve probably wasted your money coming here.”
***
Inside, Jay was hammering his cock in and out of Sandy’s tight asshole so hard and fast that the bed was bouncing under them.
He began giving a little grunt with each drive up her ass, and Sandy took that as a sign that he was getting ready to cum again. She slid her arm under her prone body and began vigorously rubbing her pussy to try to cum with him.
“Oh, God!” he groaned as his second-of-the-day orgasm came to a boil. “Can I jerk off on your gorgeous ass?” he asked.
Sandy thought it sweet that he asked permission, and answered, “Sweetheart, you can blow that hot load of cum anywhere you want!” Then she added, “But I expect you to clean up your own mess!”
“Oh, God!” he groaned again and pulled out of her ass, and began pounding away on his cock. Within seconds he was growling between clenched teeth as his cum shot from his pee-hole directly into the crack of Sandy’s ass. He kept jerking and landed several subsequent squirts on each of her smooth, round cheeks.
He had rarely had two orgasms back to back this close together and was surprised at how much fresh jism his balls had managed to produce in such a short time. He credited the sexy older woman lying in front of him with his splooge coating her ass for that. He envisioned her teaching his sweet, young fiancé how to be a loving slut and his balls sent one more shot of cum to add to the strings running down Sandy’s ass.
Many men, no matter how turned on they are in the moments before they blow their load, lose that arousal when they cum, so their promise of eating their own cream-pie often gets abandoned as their brain comes back online.
Having experienced that post-orgasm change-of-mind with other men–her husband not included–Sandy was pleasantly surprised when Jay bent down and drew his extended tongue up through her ass-crack, and then began lapping every inch of her cheeks chasing his warm cum. “Oh, your fiancé is a lucky girl!” she said. “You are one hell of a lover!”
He gave her cheek a kiss, and said, “Thanks! But I couldn’t have done it without your expert coaching! I never ate my jism from her before, but I’m never going to let it go to waste again! If she doesn’t swallow it, I will!”
“After you suck your jism off of her or out of her, kiss her and swap it with her,” Sandy replied. “Everybody wins that way!”
“Oh, fuck!” he moaned as he hugged Sandy’s ass and envisioned a hot, cum-swapping kiss with his fiancé.
***
Outside, as Reed watched the kid lap his own fresh cum from his wife’s gorgeous ass–something he loved to do himself–he groaned, “Here we go! Extra point time!”
Millie spun around and went into a squat in front of him. She replaced his stroking fist with hers, and said, “Allow me!” just before clamping her mouth over his glistening knob. As she sucked and rubbed the cleft under his dick-head with her tongue, she beat his exposed cock hard and fast.
He put his hands on her head to steady himself, threw his head back, and with closed eyes released a guttural “Oh, my fucking God!” as his long-built load of cum ripped out through his cock and into Millie’s sucking mouth.
Squirt after squirt kept coming and Millie kept sucking and jerking to pull every drop from the balls that she was fondling. When he was finally done and had to pop his sensitized cock-head from her lips, she managed to mumble around the pool of jism she held in her mouth, “You want to share?”
Panting and on slightly wobbly legs, he answered, “As long as it doesn’t deduct points from your score.”
She chuckled around the puddle of cum, and as she got to her feet, she mumbled, “It should be extra points!”
They clamped their mouths together and Millie pushed his still-warm jism into his mouth. He had swapped cum with Sandy plenty of times, but he was surprised at how much Millie had collected in her mouth. He knew he had blown a big load and she apparently had not swallowed a drop. They pushed it back and forth a few times before they each swallowed a share.
Millie gave him a final kiss, and then said, “Thanks! That brings me up to twelve points. It was also fun! Now, I’m off to find my next dick. You take care!”
“I’ll keep an eye out for your husband,” he said as she walked away.
She just laughed and gave a wave.
***
Inside, Jay was pulling his shorts up over his finally-flaccid dick and he asked, “Can we, um, you know, maybe do this again? Tomorrow, maybe?”
“Nope,” Sandy answered as she stood naked and glistening with perspiration in front of him. She gave him a kiss, and added, “You need to sow your last-fling oats as far and wide as you can while you have the chance so that after you’re married you won’t feel the need to cheat on your wife. Sharing is okay if the two of you decide to get into that, but don’t ever betray her trust.”
With those words of wisdom, she turned and went into the bathroom to take a shower.
***
With the action obviously over, when Reed watched his wife go into the bathroom, he picked up his shorts and walked to one of the public-access showers to clean up.
***
Half an hour later, Sandy was wearing a little yellow bikini and was sprawled on a lounge chair on the beach in front of their bungalow. She could have gone nude, of course, but she liked the tan lines that the tiny suit created. She thought they were sexy, and was pretty sure that most men thought so, too.
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As she lay there with little caps over her eyes, she imagined picking up a couple of guys in the lounge before dinner. She hadn’t had a three-way in years, and of course, there was that real-cock DP to be had. Maybe they would be bi, and she’d get to watch them suck each other’s cocks. She’d actually never experienced that, but found the thought hot as hell. With those pornographic images swirling in her head her pussy leaked into the little triangle of her bikini. She spread her legs a bit hoping that anyone passing by might notice her wet spot.
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