The Journey into Sharing Ch. 03 by CuckyStrikesBack,CuckyStrikesBack

Saturday:

We were so excited when the plane finally touched down at Palma Airport on the island of Mallorca. Emily had grown up experiencing family holidays across the globe, but for me it was my first time flying or going abroad.

After leaving the airport around 7pm, we jumped into a taxi to our hotel. It was nothing special. We had booked a three-star self-catering 18-30s holiday package for seven nights.

The hotel was big, clean, and had running hot water, that’s all I cared about. This holiday was about partying in Magaluf, especially at the world famous BCM nightclub.

Emily and I quickly showered and changed before heading out to the bars by 9pm. As it was July, the weather was warm, so I put on a smart pair of jean shorts, a smart polo shirt, and my new pair of classic trainers. Emily wore a sexy red, short, low-cut dress. The bra underneath lifted and pushed her tits together, creating a tempting cleavage that no man was going to resist glancing at.

The ‘strip’, as it was called, was all new to us, but it was also what we had expected. Bar after bar lined both sides of the street, with young people milling about the place. Every bar we passed we were instantly approached by staff trying to haul is in on the promise of a free shot. Getting straight into the holiday spirit, we gladly accepted.

By the time we entered our fifth bar we noticed that most of the other holidaymakers appeared to be in either groups of guys or girls. We were in the minority of couples.

The fifth bar was very lively, and people were mostly dancing to the trance music booming out of the sound system. Emily took my hand and we joined everybody else on the dance floor.

Surprisingly, it was me who received the first unwanted attention. As we danced to the music, with some space between us, a very attractive blonde, dressed in a latex nurse costume, with a cracking pair of tits, bumped into my side. I naturally moved and apologised, but when I did she smiled knowingly at me and bumped me again. Upon witnessing the second bump, Emily being the fiery redhead she was, rightly moved in to let the blonde know that I belonged to her. The blonde laughed and turned on her heels.

I felt very flattered on both counts, taking my girlfriend in my arms and kissing her. We danced through several trance tracks before Emily wanted another drink. Spotting a table becoming free, I told her to grab it while I get us some drinks.

“No, it’s ok,” she told me. “I’ll get them. I fancy a cocktail but I’m not sure which one. You grab us a table and I’ll get the drinks.”

“OK, I’ll be waiting right over there,” I pointed out.

Taking my seat, I then took the opportunity to admire the gorgeous girls in their skimpy outfits on the dance floor. My heart and cock belonged to Emily, even if I did have fantasises of sharing her pussy with other guys, but admiring some eye candy never did anyone any harm.

When I glanced at the bar to see how Emily was getting on with getting our drinks, I noticed a guy talking to her. She looked to be waiting for the drinks as the barman was making a cocktail. I didn’t feel any real emotion as I watched my girlfriend engaging in conversation with another guy. But then his hand reached behind her and squeezed her right arse cheek. I immediately rose to my feet, ready to go and assist her, but Emily’s facial expression switched from friendly to angry in an instant. She pointed directly at the guy and appeared to give him a telling off.

My view was from behind, but as they were side by side at the bar, I got to see more of their faces when they turned sideways to talk.

The guy looked to have apologised, he even pulled out his wallet and paid for our drinks. Then, as Emily turned away from the bar with my pint in one hand and her cocktail in the other, the guy slipped a hand round her front and squeezed her right tit.

She tried to kick him, but missed, spilling some of our drinks as she did. When she returned to the table she was fuming. I told her to calm down as I’d seen it all. I headed straight to the bar.

“Do that again, fella, and I’ll rip your fucking head off!” I squared up to him.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” he said, stepping backwards.

“You just assaulted my misses, you cunt!” I began to lose control.

Another guy stepped in to ask what the problem was. It was my turn to back down slightly when I realised they both belonged to group of about five guys at the bar.

“This guy just took the piss out of my misses, grabbing her arse and tit!” I spoke with a little less aggression, realising I was heavily outnumbered and not really wanting a fight I was nailed on to lose.

Thankfully, neither of them laughed at me. The friend who had stepped in apologised and told me it won’t happen again. I walked back to Emily and told her to drink up so we could find another bar.

The next bar we entered was just as lively as the last one, and everybody was having a great time, which helped me forget about the guy groping Emily. We danced, drank, and flirted with each other until Emily began to moan she was drunk and tired.

Heading back to the hotel, we decided to walk along the beach front. We were equally surprised to find all the beach bars closed at night, it gave the beach a sort of unsafe vibe as it was so dark and quiet. But the feeling of being alone seemed to liven Emily up.

“Let’s have sex on the beach,” she giggled, as we strolled along holding hands.

“A dark, deserted beach kind of gives me the creeps,” I replied, searching around for any weirdos, muggers, or worse.

“You’re being a muppet again,” she teased me. “Come on, I bet one of my blowjobs will change your mind.”

Emily pulled me onto the sand towards one of the stacks of sun loungers. “Nobody will see us behind these,” she smirked.

I laughed, allowing her to lead me astray. As soon as we were behind a stacked-up pile of sun loungers, hidden from view of the path along the beach, Emily lifted up my polo shirt and started kissing all over my chest. She then moved to my nipples, gently rubbing them with her red finger nails before kissing and sucking them in turn. It kick started my engine, helping me to relax in our dark surroundings. I relaxed further, and jolted from the sensitivity and tingling I felt when she began to slide her nails slowly down my body. A mischievous smirk lingered on her face, before she started trailing her teasing tongue from my nipples and down my body to my belly button.

My breathing had turned heavy by the time Emily dropped my polo shirt and pulled my shorts down around my ankles.

“Get your tits out,” I groaned, as she dropped her knees into the soft sand.

But instead of complying with my request right away, Emily licked the head of my cock, flicking her tongue up and down the very tip.

“Ohhhhhh fuck!” I gasped. “I love it when you’re a slut!”

“And I love how easily persuaded you are,” she replied.

Emily took my swollen head inside her mouth. I leaned back against the pile of sun loungers, letting them take my weight, as my girlfriend began to suck me off on the beach.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned around my cock, then slowly started working her way up and down my seven inches, using her expert tongue to lick around the sides of my shaft.

Taking me right up close to the point of no return, Emily then pulled back, leaving my cock hard and covered in her saliva. Using both hands, she pulled her dress and bra straps down. I bent forwards above her head, poking her face with my cock, and grabbed her tits as soon as she exposed them to the warm, dark beach.

“I love the fact a stranger has cum over these tits,” I told her, remembering our dogging experience.

“Maybe another stranger will get to cum over my tits on this holiday?” she giggled, before taking my cock back inside her mouth for a few moments. “Or maybe a stranger will get to fuck me with you?” she said, looking up suggestively whilst stroking my shaft. “Then you and him can cum over my tits together. Covering me in hot cum.”

“Ohhhhhh fuck! You’re a dirty slut. I love you!” I panted, as Emily took my cock down her throat once more.

Very quickly, she found her rhythm, sucking me off and massaging my balls with her tits exposed. It was the best blowjob she’d given me up to that point, or maybe it was just because we were on a foreign beach in the dark?

Emily took me to the brink again before stopping. “I need you to fuck me, now!” she informed me, rising to her feet and pulling her thong off.

Without a second thought, I moved to stand behind her as she bent forwards and grabbed at one of the stacked sun loungers. Scooping my hand between her legs, I tapped her feet further apart with my foot and fingered her with a few strokes. She was soaking wet. I then stood behind her, bent my knees, and positioned my cock to enter her.

“Ohhhhhh Yes!” she moaned, a little too loud for comfort.

My moans remained discreet as possible, as I checked for any onlookers whilst pushing my cock inside her tight, soaking wet pussy. It was only when I was balls deep, my hands on her hips, starting to fuck her, that I completely relaxed again.

“Fuck me!” she exclaimed, slamming her body back into me every time I slammed into her. “Make me cum!”

We fucked hard and dirty, and I called Emily all sorts of filthy names as she begged me to use her like a slut. The fantasy inevitably kicked in as the alcohol made us work longer for our mutual endings. If there was anybody watching us they would have been treated to the wanton sight of me fucking a bent over Emily from behind with her dress around her waist and tits swinging. They would have also been treated to the dirty talk of me pretending to be a guy who just pulled a slut in a bar, before taking her to the beach to fuck her brains out. Well, it would have certainly been a treat for me if I were the voyeur.

The filthy chat between us ebbed and flowed as we desperately sort to cum, before finally, Emily screamed and her pussy clamped itself firmly around my shaft. With one final lunge into her body, I pulled her back onto my cock by her hips and erupted deep inside. I knew I had dumped a good load into her. My cock strained and pulsed harder than usual with each jet I fired into her pussy. But as always, as soon as I had stopped cumming inside Emily, imagining it was another guy filling her with cum, the fantasy faded to be replaced with reality.

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