An adult stories – X-Rated Vacation by yellowjacket66,yellowjacket66 My wife Jill and I had saved up and were on a one-week vacation to southern Portugal. It turned-out to be a once-in-a-lifetime vacation with a XXX rating.
We had rented a hotel room a block from the beach on the Mediterranean Sea. They call that area of southern Portugal ‘The Algarve’. We flew to Lisbon and made the connections to the local airport and taxied to our hotel. We had considered renting a car, but Jill wanted to just stay in one place, relax and enjoy the beach. We both have rather stressful jobs so the opportunity to just get away from everything was irresistible. We shut off our phones and had told all our friends and associates not to bother us unless there was a dire emergency.
The sun and the beach were lovely. The bright blue sky, the tan sand and the deep greenish sea were absolutely wonderful. We rented a beach umbrella and camped out on the beach for the first day. Jill wore an immodest bikini that she had brought just for the trip. It was dark blue with two triangles over her breasts and a thong-like bottom barely covering her pussy. Seeing her in that bikini made me horny and I had to lie on my stomach for much of the day to conceal my erect penis. She kidded me about it and asked what I would do if we were at a nude beach where there was no place to hide my misbehaving tool. She suggested that I would drill a hole in the sand with little ‘John Henry’ and I told her ‘he’ certainly would be hard enough.
She asked if I really wanted her to be nude on the beach where others could see her and I told her it was one of my favorite imaginary events. She just smiled dismissively and changed the topic to other things. She did undo the strings in the back of her top to tan her back. Her ass cheeks were uncovered by the bottom of her suit. The string around her waist and the string in her ass-crack were the only things visible. She was amazing lying there essentially naked. I more than adequately covered her with sun lotion a few times. Running my hands over her back and her bare ass kept my pecker hard all day. We went in the water and I coped a feel of her ass and pulled one of her tits out of her suit where nobody could see us. When she was lying on her stomach, topless again, I did convince her to roll onto her side for a moment so I could take a photo of her. She is a beauty with her pretty face, tantalizing legs, sexy navel and lovely breasts. It was an amazing day and despite the lack of physical activity, I knew I wouldn’t be bored for the rest of the week.
We’d had lunch at a little café before the beach and then ate dinner in the hotel. That was when we met Phillippe. He introduced himself. He was the son of the hotel proprietor, his mother. His mother, sister and he managed the hotel. The father had passed away years before. Phillippe was a delightful young man with a good command of English and had one of those intriguing European accents. He also spoke Spanish, as did my wife, in addition to his native Portuguese.
He chatted with us after dinner while we sat in the lounge and we told him about ourselves and how we had enjoyed our day at the beach. When Jill mentioned that she was hoping to get a good tan, he mentioned that there were some secluded beaches nearby that provided the opportunity to get tanned all over. He was speaking of nude beaches. As I said earlier, I had wanted to get my wife to a nude beach and see her walk around naked among other people. It was a titillating fantasy of mine. She had always dismissed the idea saying she wasn’t going to go naked in front of a bunch of strangers. Of course, I asked if she would get naked on a beach with people she knew and she declined that option as well. So, when Phillippe mentioned the nude beach and she showed interest, I saw an opportunity. I asked Phillippe if he would give us directions to the beach. He said it was difficult to find and suggested that he show us where it was in the morning.
We made love in the hotel that night. Jill was particularly passionate. I suspected that the prospect of going to a nude beach excited her as much as it did me. She awakened me in the middle of the night, which was very unusual. She wanted to do it again and I was more than willing to accommodate her. She was like a sexual tigress. I hadn’t seen her so passionate since before we were married when we first started sleeping together. When I mentioned the young man Phillippe, her passion increased, revealing her unspoken attraction to him.
The next morning, we slept in and found Phillippe in the hotel lobby doing some maintenance. He said he would get cleaned up and take us to the secluded beach in his car.
He had an old European semi-junk car that was adequate for the trip. I wouldn’t trust it for a longer ride. I let Jill sit in the front. She is more of an extrovert and was trying to learn some Portuguese from our guide and I knew she liked him. We drove off the main highway on a dirt road to a spot overlooking the dunes and the beach. Phillippe asked if it was okay if he joined us at the beach, explaining that he was off for the day and mentioned that we would never get a ride home from the remote location otherwise. He said he would find a spot far away from us to protect our privacy.
We walked to the beach and found a nice location. Phillippe had brought a beach umbrella which he set up for us. He pointed to a location behind one of the dunes and said he would wait there for us. Jill said he didn’t need to move away from us. He could join us. I looked at her with surprise. She was inviting the young man to stay with us while she prospectively was going to get naked. She just smiled.
We got settled and Jill revealed another stunning bikini when she removed her beach dress. It was yellow with blue strips and swirls. It covered only the tips of her breasts. She has nice D-cups and nearly all of them could be seen regardless of the small triangles of cloth over her areolas and nipples. The bottom of the suit was more or less another G-string with a frilly hint of a skirt around the waist. Her ass cheeks were not covered and her pussy was covered by another triangle of the yellow and blue material.
Phillippe was wearing one of those European speedo-type suits that covered his package, but left little to the imagination. I noticed my wife glancing at his manhood while we were getting settled. His cock and balls bulged and presented a clear outline for her. Phillippe’s dick was partially erect and the tiny blue suit barely held it in.
I wore a suit that was like boxing shorts, revealing nothing at all of what I carried between my legs. I hadn’t been able to conceal my boner the day before and I was a bit embarrassed knowing that I would be showing my arousal and lack of decorum as the day progressed.
Jill got things going right away when she undid her top and her luscious breasts sprung free. Seeing her tits in the bright sunlight immediately aroused my dick and I had the first moments of what promised to be and all-day hard-on. I was wondering if my wife was going to strip completely with this young man close beside us.
She laid on her beach towel and asked me to put sun lotion on her back.
While I was massaging the cream into her smooth skin she asked me, “Do you want me to remove my bottom?” I said, sure why not. She said, “This young man will see me naked, is that okay?” I said it was.
I sensed that she really wanted to get naked for this guy. I reflected that he was a stranger who we would never see again, so why not. The idea of her stripping for him was exciting and stimulating.
Then she asked, “There are other people here. Do you want them to see me naked?” Again, I said yes. This is what I thought I wanted to see. She was going to get naked.
Jill rolled onto her back and asked me to put sunscreen on her front. She could’ve done it herself, of course, but she wanted to give me the thrill of massaging the lotion into her breasts while Phillippe watched. It didn’t hesitate. Her nipples were as hard as little pebbles. Her taut stomach and belly-button were just as erotic. Rubbing her naked thighs was thrilling as well.
Then she asked me to remove her bikini bottom. I looked at her for confirmation and she said, “Go ahead. It’s what you’ve wanted to do.”
I did it. I pulled her tiny suit down over her hips and exposed her light brown beaver. She has a beautiful patch of pubic hair that drives me crazy. Stripping her to expose her bush and the slit of her sex below it was surreal, like a dream. I noticed that Phillippe was watching me strip my wife from a few feet away. I smiled at him, confirming that it was okay for him to look. Getting my wife naked under the gaze of another person was truly erotic. My dick was straining to get free.
I finished with the sunscreen. Spreading it over her pussy. I was a little bold when I applied lotion to her vulva. I slipped a finger into her slit, caressing her inner lips and her clitoris. She looked at me with a wanton stare. She was horny.
She said, “Okay, I’m naked, now you guys.”
Phillippe stood and casually pulled his suit down his legs. An impressive slab of man-meat flopped out. I was taken aback by the size of it and realized that he was more than half-way erect. He was getting a hard-on over my naked wife. I had to force myself not to stare, but my wife was not shy at all about checking out his package.
I pulled off my suit and quickly sat down to conceal my arousal. I don’t know why it was embarrassing but this was theoretically supposed to be a non-sexual experience; just sunbathing. Still, I think most guys would get a hard-on seeing their wife strip in public.
I laid on my stomach beside my wife, who was on her back, displaying herself to the sun and the occasional passer-by. We were about twenty yards from the edge of the surf and there were a number of other people on the beach. They were all nude and some of them were walking along the beach, getting exercise and taking in the sights. I noticed a number of men and women glance at my naked wife as they walked by. One pair of men stopped while the one guy pretended to clean something from his foot while he was getting a good view of my wife’s snatch. I used my phone to occasionally take a photo of my exhibitionist wife.
Jill whispered to me, “This is so hot. I’d like to fuck you right here in front of everyone.”
Then she said, “Do you see that Phillippe has a hard-on. Is that because of me?”
I said, “It sure is. I have one too. You are beautiful.” She was, lying naked in the sunlight.
We sunned ourselves for over an hour, turning over occasionally. It was about lunch time when Jill sat up and said we should eat. We had secured a lunch from the hotel and Phillippe had brought some food as well. We all moved under the umbrella to be out of the sun while we ate. I thought Jill might’ve put on her suit or her beach dress, but she stayed naked. She sat cross legged across from Philippe while we conversed and ate. Her pussy was the centerpiece of the triangle made by her parted legs. Her cunt was spread open and we could see the deep pink of her vagina. We shared some of our food with Phillippe and he shared some of his local fare. I was intrigued watching the two of them talk. They seemed oblivious to their nudity, leaning toward each other to share food. Jill’s tits jiggled as she moved and talked and Phillippe’s cock bobbed as he shifted around. At one point, he stood to go over to get something from his blanket. When he did, his cock was bouncing at my wife’s eye level, only two feet away from her. She looked at me and made her eyes open widely, appreciating the presence of another man’s cock right before her face.
Now Jill had seen cocks before. She had relationships before she’d met me, but this was the first dick she’d seen since we’d been married, and it was perhaps the closest she’d been to another man’s dick in her sweet life.
After lunch, Jill and I went in the water. Phillippe said someone should stay with our things to preclude theft. He said there were teenagers who would steal people’s clothes so they would have to deal with going home naked.
Jill and I walked to the water. I was self-conscious of my boner, but I don’t think any of the people we passed were looking at me, well maybe a few of the women. My naked wife was stunning and she immodestly walked to the surf while casually talking to me. She was tanning nicely and her soft brown ass wiggled when she walked. Her normally white breasts were turning a nice brown. The cool water helped to deflate my dick a bit. We waded until the water was up to our chests and began to jump to avoid the waves. I pulled Jill to me and gave her a kiss. I told her I loved her and was proud of her for being so daring.
“You like me naked for people to see, don’t you?” She observed. Duh!
Then she asked, “Does it turn you on to see Phillippe get a hard-on for your wife?”
I said, “I suppose it does. I guess it affirms my belief that you are one truly hot woman. Other men would like to fuck you, but you’re mine.”
She said, “Do you really think he like to fuck me?”
“Of course.”
She pulled away from me to dive into the surf and asked, “Would it turn-you-on if I played with him a little-bit?”
I was not ready for that question and thought about it while I watched her naked brown ass bob in the water while she dove into an approaching wave. This was truly amazing. I wondered how I would feel about seeing my wife messing around with the young guy. My dick was hard despite the cool water. The thought of seeing Jill teasing someone with her body was erotic and I was inclined to see what would happen.
She swam back to me and rose from the water. She grabbed my hard cock and kissed me and said, “We’re on vacation. Let’s have some fun.” I knew what she meant generally, but I had no idea what would happen specifically.
We returned to our beach towels. Jill surprised me again by saying to me. I want Phillippe to apply the sunscreen to my back.”
I nodded my assent and Phillippe moved over to kneel beside my naked wife. He squirted some sunscreen onto his hands. I sensed the symbolism of him squirting the white gooey stuff onto his hands and then rubbing it onto my wife’s back. He took his time with her back, her neck and her arms. He applied the lotion to her sides including the sides of her breasts. Her arms were above her head and the sides of her beauties were tantalizing. The temptation to reach under and grab her breasts must’ve been hard to resist.
When Phillippe began to rub the lotion on my wife’s naked ass and her upper thighs, I snapped another photo of the young man with his hands on her nude body. I noticed that she spread her legs a few inches to give access him access to the inside of her thighs as well as a view of her female treasures. Jill looked at me through her sunglasses and smiled as the young man massaged the oil into her delicate skin, sliding his hand between her legs.
We laid in the sun for a while. It was getting hot and we were drinking our water quickly. Jill got to her knees. She said she needed to cool off in the surf again. I was a little surprised when she asked Phillippe to join her with me watching our things. I shrugged, letting her control what was happening.
I got a photo of the two of them walking away from me, two bare asses with people around them. My naked wife was walking next to a relative stranger whose cock was bouncing as he walked beside her. She looked gorgeous from behind. They waded out and then dove into the surf. They played around in the surf for a bit and soon were holding hands and jumping up to stay above the waves. Her tits bounced up and down with each wave. Jill seemed to slip at one point and ended up in Phillippe’s arms. He waded out into deeper water with my wife’s arms around his neck. I was further surprised when my wife kissed him. She was wrapped around him and based on their posture his prick would’ve been between her legs while they kissed. She had moved quickly and I was enthralled watching her fool around with this guy. She was going to give the poor guy a case of blue balls. Or, she was going to get him off somehow. I took a photo, of course.
They came running out of the surf. Her boobs bounced as she trotted across the beach. He had a hard-on that flopped with each step. She was out of breath when she reached our towels. She sat down and kissed me. She asked if I wanted to put lotion on her front or if Phillippe should do it. My repressed desire to see my pretty wife with another man was rising to the surface when I said, “Let him do it.” With each activity, she was pushing boundaries and I was acceding to her continuing.
She asked Phillippe to apply the sunscreen and he willingly agreed. He looked at me and we smiled at each other. Once again, the symbolism became apparent with Phillippe squirting the thick white sun-lotion onto his hand. He held the container near his hips (near his cock) and squeezed the viscous liquid onto his hand. He put his hand on her belly and began the application there. I watched him rubbing his hand over her taunt belly, swirling his fingers between her pussy and her breasts, coming closer to each area as he continued. He used another handful of lotion to start on her breasts. Jill sighed with contentment and pleasure when the young man fondled her breasts. Her nipples were hard, of course, and her breasts were browning in the sun light. A few times, his prick briefly touched her body, her upper leg once and her hip twice. Phillippe did her shoulders and her arms and delicately applied the lotion to her face. She was looking directly into his face while he touched her cheeks, her neck and the chin. It tremendously erotic. His cock was resting against her forearm.
Then, he moved down to her hips. He quickly did Jill’s legs, swabbing the goo on her shins and working his way up her legs, over her knees and then between her thighs. My previously modest wife, opened her legs, bending a knee and putting her foot on the ground to give Philippe access. I watched the young many carefully rub my wife’s soft skin at the top of her legs. His prick rested against her foot for a few moments. From where I sat, I could see the lips of her pussy. I wondered how far she would let him go? Would she let him finger her? Would she let him fuck her? Would I let it happen?
Philippe held the tube of lotion right beside his cock while my wife watched him squirting the juice onto his hand. The stuff looked like and had the consistency of cum. He put his hand on her pussy and massaged the lotion onto her bush before he ran his hands over her crotch. She moved her foot, stroking his cock. He seemed to slide a finger between her pussy lips but she pulled his hand away, letting him know that he had gone far enough. He finished and she thanked him. I noticed the size and hardness of the young man’s prick. He had been blessed with a substantial penis. Both he and I wanted to get off, but we wouldn’t cross the barrier of touching ourselves despite the naked beauty lying between us. Had she grabbed either of our pricks, I know I would’ve exploded. Philippe and I had to satisfy ourselves with rubbing the lotion on ourselves.
But then, Jill asked if we needed help with the lotion. Phillippe and I both said yes. She went to him first, giving me a wicked grin. “You boys don’t just need sun-lotion, you need some relief.”
I watched her. I didn’t dare blink my eyes for fear of missing something. She put the lotion on his back and massaged some into his hard young butt. He rolled over and she rubbed lotion onto his chest and finally moved down to his manhood. His young cock was standing up proudly.
“Did I do this?” she asked. He said she did. She said, “I’m sorry. Let me see if I can make you feel better.”
She took a glob of the semen-like lotion onto her hand and grabbed his cock. She straddled his shin, letting her pussy touch his leg. I took a photo and had a difficult time keeping my hand off my own dick. She rubbed his cock up and down, fucking it with her hands. The diamond and gold on her wedding rings sparkled in the sunlight. It didn’t take long for Phillippe to spout a jet of semen, followed by another and another. My wife caught some of it in her hands and rubbed it into her chest, just like it was the sunscreen. She sensuously rubbed his sperm into her breasts, rubbing some into her nipples.
Then she scooted over to me. I asked her, “Are you sure you know what you are doing?”
She leaned in and kissed me, then rubbed her cum-coated breasts over my face. I was spread eagled with a tremendous hard on and all she had to do was touch my dick and I exploded. I shot a stream of semen that hit her arm up to her shoulder. She held my cock while the remaining spurts gushed from my cock onto my belly. Her crotch was resting across my thigh and I could feel the tremendous heat in her pussy.
She kissed me while rubbing my cum over my belly as if it were sunscreen and said, “I’m having a good time. We’re on vacation. You said I should enjoy myself.”
I affirmed what she said. “This is a once-in-a-lifetime vacation. Enjoy yourself.”
After another hour in the sun, we were out of water and decided to head back to our hotel. Jill put her sundress over her head to deprive Phillippe and I of further viewing pleasure, but we all knew she was naked beneath her little dress. Her legs were exposed to within a foot of her crotch.
He drove us back home with Jill in the passenger seat. I couldn’t help but notice that my wife’s dress was drawn up her legs and her pussy would peek out occasionally. Phillippe certainly noticed.
When we got back home and we adjourned to our hotel room. We both got in the shower and immediately began to make love. We quickly dried ourselves and fell into bed. While I leisurely pumped away at her pussy, we exchanged comments about the day and how hot Jill had acted.
I said, “When you were in the water with him, you had your legs around him. It looked like he was fucking you.”
She said, “He wasn’t, really.”
“What do you mean he wasn’t really?”
She said, “Well he wasn’t fucking me. His cock slid into me for a second or two before I could get away. I wouldn’t call it fucking, just a momentary contact.”
I was stunned. The guy had put his cock in her and she thought nothing of it.
She added, “He’s big.”
Then she asked if I had seen his cock brushing against her while he applied the sun lotion.
I said, “I did, and I saw you press your pussy against his leg.”
She giggled and said, “You sure liked it when I did that to you too.”
I asked. “Do you want to fuck him?”
She said, “I don’t know. He’s kind of hot. I like how he touches me and he has a nice cock.”
“You like his cock?” She’d mentioned it a few times already.
She answered honestly, “It turns-me-on to have a man get hard over me and he has a nasty looking prick. Would you be mad if I let him fuck me? We are on vacation and you said I should enjoy myself.”
That was the big question. I was conflicted in my emotions. She was my wife and I didn’t want to share her with others, but on the other hand, it made me so damn hot watching her do things, particularly with other men. If she really wanted to do it, maybe I should let her have a fling. There was no danger of a long-term relationship or losing her to this guy.
I told her “I don’t know. I have to think about it.”
I was still inside her and she noticed how hard I was and how I was fucking her.
She said, “You are turned on by the thought of me doing it with another man.”
I said, “I like watching you come.”
She replied, “I like showing off for you. I’d like to have him fuck me while you watch, or maybe I’ll just fuck him and tell you about it.”
We went down to have dinner and then we went to bed. We made love again after she gave me a nice blow-job. She said she felt sorry for my prick, having to be hard but unsatisfied all day.
“I’ll bet your friend is jacking-off thinking about putting his tortured prick inside that pussy of yours.”
My wife answered, “I was cruel, wasn’t I. Maybe I should make it up to him.”
“You did jack-him-off.”
“I did, but I’m sure he’d like something more.”
I knew what that meant.
The next day, we decided to take a break from the beach and do some shopping and sightseeing. At Jill’s suggestion, we invited Phillippe to join us as a tour guide and driver. We’d save on cab fares that way and she was delighted by Phillippe’s company and attention. We started late, Jill and I had to make love before we set out on the day’s activities.
We drove out to the southeast tip of Portugal where the explorers had trained for their voyages to Africa and Asia centuries ago. On the way back, we stopped a village to shop for some souvenirs.
Throughout the day, Jill had worn a light, loose skirt that would blow up with the wind revealing her pink panties. Phillippe and I would walk behind her and let her cross streets first in hopes of a glimpse of her panty covered ass. She was oblivious to the show she was giving for a while but eventually caught on. It was surreal to be sharing her with Phillippe. We both watched her move and both spied on the flashes of her panties and the spectacle of her titties poking through her blouse. I asked her to remove her panties, but she said, “Maybe later.”
We stopped for lunch in a little café. Then we went shopping for some outfits for her. Phillippe found a nice store that catered to tourists and sold swim wear and women’s summer clothing. Jill didn’t need any clothing, but I encouraged her to try things on. I enjoy her giving a fashion show of sorts when she tries on clothes. Seeing her undress is the best part of the show.
Of course, Phillippe and I settled into seats near the dressing room and Jill left the curtain open a bit while she changed. She tried on a few dresses and we were treated to views of her slim body wearing just her underwear. She removed her bra after one dress didn’t ‘look right with a bra’. I heartily agreed so we watched her changing in just her panties. When she lifted her arms to try the dresses, her breasts bounced and jiggled to our delight. After a few changes, Jill decided to just leave the curtain half-open since we both had seen her nude and she liked the attention. With a couple of the dresses, she asked me, then Phillippe to ‘help’ her by doing or undoing the zippers in the back. Zipping the fabric over her lovely tanned back was a real treat. She picked a dress that she liked and then I encouraged her to get a new swim suit.
She let me pick a suit for her to try on and Phillippe chose another one. We had evolved into a threesome couple and were having a great time. I asked her to try a bright, safety-vest yellow suit. When she put it on over her underpants, it wasn’t possible to see how it would actually look. With her eyes on me, Jill peeled off her panties and stood there, nude. She slowly pulled the suit bottom up to her waist and then dangled the skimpy top over her breasts. She looked stunning with the bright suit contrasting with her well-tanned body. She paraded around for us. She wanted try the other suit so I undid the top and she removed it, baring her breasts in view of another couple that had come into the store.
The suit Phillippe had chosen was chocolate brown. It was very skimpy. The top wasn’t much, hiding her nipples a bit, but it provided no support to her breasts, which hung down a bit too much. She picked the yellow suit and we headed back to the hotel.
She put her dress on, but had neglected to wear underwear. With the light breeze, we were treated to a few glimpses of Jill’s naked ass. A few other people were treated as well.
She rode again in the front passenger seat beside Phillippe. They were in animated conversation the whole way home. She was really taken with this guy. He reached over occasionally when he thought I wasn’t looking and rubbed his hand on the inside of my wife’s thigh. She didn’t object. They were talking about the nightlife in our little town and he invited us to go to a few clubs with him. We agreed to go.
Jill and I had dinner at a little restaurant near the hotel. It was a late dinner as per the fashion of the local culture. Phillippe was to meet us at eight and show us some of the local night-life.
During dinner, Jill and I had an important conversation about where things were going.
At one point I said, “I saw his hand on your thigh in the car. You didn’t seem to mind.”
She replied, “Well you didn’t seem to mind either. It felt really good. You know I like to have my thighs tickled.”
“You showed him your pussy yesterday riding back from the beach.”
She said, “I didn’t think you’d noticed.”
“Did he touch it?”
She said, “Don’t be mad.” Meaning that he had touched her there.
I asked, “Was he getting you hot today?”
“I guess, yes, a little.” An understatement, for sure.
“You liked undressing for us when we were in the clothing store.”
Jill answered, “Yes again. You seemed to like me doing that, having other people see me naked is a real turn-on for you, isn’t it?”
I said, “It is.”
“You’ve had that fantasy of seeing me with another man.”
“Yes, I still do.”
“Would you like to see me with another guy, watch some other man fuck your wife?”
“I have mixed feelings. I’d be afraid someone would be a better lover and steal you.”
Jill said what I had been thinking. “If it was someone we’d never see again, what would you think then?”
We both knew she was advancing the idea of screwing our friend Phillippe.
As I was about to answer, Phillippe approached our table. He was dressed smartly with his shirt open. He asked if we were ready to go.
On an impulse, I decided to let my wife go nightclubbing with him alone and have a good time. Whether I admitted it or not, I was giving her permission to screw our new friend. “You two go ahead. I’m tired and don’t feel like going out. We have a boat tour scheduled for tomorrow, so don’t be too late.” I told my wife.
We had scheduled a day trip into the Med to see Gibraltar and Africa. Jill had forgotten it. I had been looking forward to taking photos and seeing some famous sights.
She gave me a peck on the lips. I told her to have a good time. Then she kissed me again, more deeply and said, “I love you. Don’t wait up for me; I have my own key to the room.”
I did go up and with the help of a couple of shots of bourbon from the mini-bar, fell asleep. My thoughts were roaming about the possibility of where my wife was as I drifted off to sleep. I was imagining her in bed with our young friend. My cock was hard when I finally fell asleep.
I woke the next morning a 5:00 AM to my alarm clock. We had to meet the bus for the tour at 6:00. The bed beside me was empty. Where was my wife? Was she okay?”
I grabbed my phone to look for a message. She had texted at 1:30. “I’m okay. Don’t worry about me. See you in the morning.”
I called her on the phone, but it went straight to voice mail. I don’t know why cell phones do that sometimes, but the same thing happened after two more tries. I had no idea where she was, but assumed she was in Phillippe’s bed. I faced the realization that I had encouraged her to sleep with him when I let her go out alone with him. I dressed and went down in the lobby. I asked a few people if they knew where Phillippe lived. They said nearby, but didn’t know where. His mother and sister had not yet arrived. I saw the boat tour group gathering and had to decide whether to go or not when I got another text.
Her text said, “On the way back to the room. Go on the tour without me, I’m not feeling well and fell asleep last night. Will tell you about it when you get back.”
I was perplexed and concerned, but she had told me everything was alright. Of course, I presumed that my wife had spent the night in another man’s bed. I realized I had expected that and shouldn’t be upset about it, but wow, what a thing to think about. We’d both need some time to gather our thoughts if that was what she had done.
I went on the trip and my mind was taken off my wife for much of the day by the wonderful scenery and history. Still, I often found myself wondering what I thought about my previously faithful wife screwing another man. Part of me was jealous and bothered, but another part of me was aroused by the idea. I was imagining her, naked with Phillippe between her thighs.
I returned to our room at about 7:00 PM and found my wife, in bed, sleeping. She was naked and I crawled in beside her, cuddling her precious body. She hadn’t showered and still smelled of sunscreen and her perspiration which made her skin glow a lovely brown. She was slippery and sticky from her sweat and a day of activity. Her skin was deeply tanned, with no bikini lines. She woke in my arms.
“I’ve been a bad girl.” She said.
“What did you do?” I asked.
“I fucked other men.”
Men???
After a moment to gather myself, I asked. “Tell me about it. What happened? Did you have a good time?”
She said, “I did. I hope you are not mad. I wish you had been there with me but I thought telling you about it would be almost as good.” It was.
She said, “After we left you, we went to two clubs and had some drinks, but it was clear that he was interested in something else. He wanted to get me in bed. I wanted him. He turned-me-on. He doesn’t have much in the way of husband-potential for some girl, but he knows how to make a woman feel good.”
“Go on.”
“He’s a high school drop-out and does unskilled labor work for his mom in the hotel. He likes to hook-up with tourist women and gets lucky once or twice a year. He said he was very lucky to find me. I knew we were just going to screw for pleasure with nothing more to come of it. The freedom to be with a guy just for sex was unique, no worries about getting involved or hurting someone’s feelings.”
I queried, “It’s a good thing you are on the pill, aren’t you?”
She said, “Yes, but the thought of him getting me pregnant is so hot. When he was fucking me bareback, I thought about his little soldiers trying to get in my uterus and make a baby.”
She continued, “We went back to where he lived, which is a block or so away from the hotel. He has a room on the second floor of a rooming house. It has a bed, a balcony and a bathroom down the hall. He took me there and as soon as we entered the room, he kissed me. He pulled me to him and he began to undress me. I figured he wasn’t going to see anything he hadn’t already seen, so I let him and stripped him as well. His prick was hard and I wanted to feel it inside me. His cock is bigger than yours and I’ve wanted to know what it felt like to have a bigger cock inside me. It’s a big brown thing and he knows how to use it.”
“Did you suck it?” I had to ask.
She said, “Yes, a couple of times.”
I was amazed at what I was hearing as she continued.
“He went down on me and gave me the most intense cunnilingus I ever had. No offense babe, but he really wanted to eat my pussy. I’ll have to teach you some of his tricks. His tongue and his fingers were inside me and he started me on what seemed to be an all-night orgasm. Once we finished one thing, he was on to another. I sucked his cock, but he wanted it to be all about me, pleasing me. When his cock finally slid into me, I felt the big head of it spreading me open. He reached deeper than you’ve ever been and the tighter sensation around his bigger cock in my cunt really set me off. I felt like I was being wrecked by his cock. It was marvelous. But he didn’t come. He was pacing himself to give me an all-night fucking he said.”
I would have to accept some of her comments about my size and skill in bed. I’d have to do better to satisfy this amazing sexual creature who I was holding in my arms. My cock was hard against her ass, letting her know that I was enjoying her tale, but I was feeling self-conscious hearing my wife tell me how another man was a better lover.
She went on with her tale, “The most unusual thing was when he took me out onto his balcony. It overlooks this little street and there were people walking about. I was totally naked and he leaned me over the metal railing. The railing was just some metal bars and it didn’t hide anything. My tits were hanging over the street. I was leaning over and Philippe was sticking his cock in me from behind. It was as public a fucking as I’ve ever imagined. People walking below knew Philippe and a few said ‘hello’ to him. I couldn’t tell what they were saying in his language, but I knew they were congratulating him about his latest conquest. One guy spoke to him for a bit longer, a cousin who I would meet later.”
“It was the ultimate in exhibitionism. I was naked with a cock in my pussy while people walked around below. The cool air kept my nipples hard. Passers-by could look up and see everything I had with the light from a nearby shop illuminating me. My tits were glowing in the light and they could see the dark patch between my legs. I moved with every thrust of Phillippe’s cock. A few people applauded when he rammed his cock into me and came. I felt his semen rushing over my vagina and I added my cum to his.”
“We went back in the room and I had to pee. Phillippe told me to go down the hall to the john. I was still naked. After I peed, I came out and there was an older man walking down the hall. I hadn’t realized that it was a communal bathroom. I just pointed to Phillippe’s door. He nodded knowingly and smiled. He let me pass and had a good look at me as I went back to the room.”
I stated the obvious, “You spent the night with him.”
She continued, “I did. That’s when I sent you the text. I still wanted more, but poor Phillippe’s dick wouldn’t respond until I sucked it for him. He got hard again and I rode him for a while before I fell asleep, naked in his bed. I’d only known him for two days and I’d wanted him to fuck me over and over. I felt like a slut.”
I asked, “What happened the next morning?”
She continued her tale, “We went to breakfast. I was wearing the skirt and blouse from the night before except Phillippe had convinced me to not wear panties. I wasn’t wearing bra either.”
“We were eating breakfast in the hotel. You’d already left. Then the guy who had watched us on the balcony the night before approached us and Phillippe introduced us and invited him to sit with us. His name was Timmo or something. He was Albanian and that was the best I could pronounce his name.”
“Well, Phillippe convinced me to give his friend an upskirt beaver shot. I sat there and spread then lifted my legs to give this stranger a nice view of my open cunt.”
Phillippe was telling me that Timmo had a big cock, bigger than his. I didn’t care, but they wanted to show me. The three of us went back to Phillippe’s room. I was horny from flashing my beaver and walking around with no underwear so when Phillippe got me on the bed, I didn’t resist at all. He was kissing me and opening my blouse. He pulled my skirt up. I had forgotten about his friend, but I remembered he was there when I felt his mouth on my pussy. I hadn’t seen his dick, but he had a big tongue and long fingers. Phillippe was sharing me with his friend. Wasn’t that nice of him?”
“Really nice.” I replied. My gosh, what else had she done?
“Well of course, I found out about Timmo’s cock when he put the thing inside me. I thought he was going to split me in half. I know my cunt can stretch open enough to have a baby, but he was going in the other way. His prick was enormous, but I took the whole thing inside me. Phillippe was still tongue-fucking my mouth. My poor pussy was leaking juices again. I was afraid of being dehydrated from coming so much. Timmo filled me with a big gusher of cum after a few minutes. His technique wasn’t as good as Phillippe’s, or yours for that matter. He just had a huge cock. It felt good going in, but once I adjusted to the size, it was no big deal.”
I said, “I’ve lost count of how many times you’ve been fucked on this trip.”
She said, “Well, I wasn’t done yet. I was really feeling decadent, and I asked Phillippe to fuck me in the ass.”
I was surprised. “You asked to be fucked in the ass. You won’t let me near your back hole.”
She said, “I know. I think they suggested it, but I thought “You only live once” so I told them to give me the rectal rooter.”
My wife had let me fuck her ass only once. It hurt her at first, although she ended up liking it, but she didn’t let me do her there again. Now, I learn that she was asking some guy she barely knew to plunder her anal orifice.
“Did he do it?” I asked.
“He sure did. He had a jar of Vaseline or something and he greased me up and stuffed his cock into my back hole. It felt so different when his cock pushed past my sphincter and slid deeper and deeper into my ass. I thought he was going to poke my stomach with the thing. I felt so full and I was impaled and couldn’t move. I’ve never felt so dominated during sex. He could do anything he wanted to me with his cock in my ass.”
“Did you like it?” I asked.
“I did, but it scares me. I’d want you to be there if I ever do anything like that again.”
“Did he come in your ass?”
“He did. That felt weird too.” She said. “Oh. Do you want to see a picture.”
The ‘friend’ Timmo had taken three photos with Jill’s phone. The first showed Phillippe straddling her hips, riding a bit high, indicating his cock was in my wife’s ass. The second was a close-up of his cock filling her asshole and the third one showed her empty, gaping asshole with a trace of semen around it.
“Did the other guy fuck your asshole too?” I had to ask.
“Nope. One reaming back there was enough. He wanted to fuck my ass, but I said no. I wanted to do something other than fucking.”
I commented, “That’s amazing considering what you’ve told me so far. All you were doing was getting fucked.”
She said, “I think of it as making vacation memories and experiencing everything good in life.”
We went down for a late dinner and after me telling her about my day, we continued to discuss her adventures.
She asked about my boat trip and I told her all things she had missed.
She said, “But you didn’t get laid today. Poor baby. I’d make it up to you but my holes are too sore.” She was taunting me. I was second fiddle to other men for her pussy. I didn’t care for the feeling.
“What did you do the rest of the day?” I asked.
She told me, “Well I came back to our room and took a shower with Philippe.”
“What?”
“He needed a shower too and we thought we would save water. It turns out we stayed in there for a while.” She added, “Then he fucked me.”
“Where?”
“Right here!”
“In our bed?”
“Well, it’s the hotel’s bed and I didn’t think you’d mind.”
I did but asked, “Okay then what?”
“He took me back to the beach with Timmo. That’s why my tan is so much nicer.”
She did have a beautiful brown tan all over her luscious body.
She continued. “They found a section of the beach where the unofficial rules are different.”
“Different how?”
“People were fucking on the beach. It was a voyeur’s beach where people could watch others have sex and do it themselves.”
“So, they fucked you on the beach?”
“Yes. They each fucked me twice. It was non-stop sex. But then was the best part.”
Oh boy, I thought what else could have happened.
She told me. “Well, you know another one of our role plays was for me to be a hooker and get paid for sex.”
“They paid you?”
“No, silly. Some other guys paid for sex with me.”
“What did you do?”
“I sucked the one guy’s cock and the let the other one fuck me. He did it doggy style. I was ‘spit roasted’.”
I had to ask, “How much did they pay?”
She said, “Only two hundred Euros, whatever that is. I got fifty.”
“What so you mean you got fifty?”
“The guys kept the rest for pimping me out.” She went on, stunning me with each new revelation. “So now I’ve been a whore. It’s a little weird and very scary to fuck some dude who you don’t know at all.”
I chimed in, “Yes, you at least need to know a guy for a day or two or have met him at breakfast before you fuck them”
“Then we came home, and I fell asleep and awakened in my true lover’ arms.”
“Well tomorrow is our last day.” I said. “What do you want to do?’
She was drifting off to sleep but said, “I want you to watch Phillippe fuck me. That’s my favorite fantasy, to be taken while my husband watches. I want you to watch him put his cock in me and then get sloppy seconds.”
We fell asleep. She said she was too tired and sore for more sex. We slept late and found Phillippe hanging around in the hotel lobby after we’d eaten breakfast. Jill knew what she wanted. She told me and then Phillippe that she wanted to go to the nude beach and let me watch and take photos of him fucking her. I was too overwhelmed by all of this to really realize how brazen my wife was acting. We were doing things we would never have thought about (well we had thought about them, but never would’ve done them).
We did it. We drove to the beach and spent a pensive hour in the sun. Phillippe was an expert by now at greasing up my wife with the sunscreen. I watched him stimulate her clitoris and have her gasping for air with his fingers in her cunt. I watched them go out into the surf where she straddled his waist and he pushed his cock inside her. They were fucking in the surf.
The highlight was late in the day. Jill came over to me and kissed me. “Get your camera ready. I’m never going to fuck anyone else again so you better get something to remember it by when we are old and in the nursing home and your prick won’t work anymore. I want you to remember this.”
I said, “I imagine you’ll remember it too.”
She said, “I’ll always remember the feeling of Phillippe’s cock inside me.”
She knelt beside Phillippe, her vacation lover and kissed him. They swirled tongues for a few minutes, getting each other to frenzied arousal. Her hand went to his cock and his hand found her bare ass. She lifted up so he could suck her breast. He bit her nipple and she yelped and twisted his cock. She looked at me and with my camera phone, I recorded my wife sucking another man’s cock. She drew my attention to her wedding rings holding his cock with her mouth over the mushroom-shaped tip. She slurped and swallowed his manhood. She licked under his balls and then put the cock in her mouth. She bobbed her head, taking more and more of his cock into her throat with each thrust. She was trying to deep-throat his prick for me. She was gagging, but kept at it. Phillippe was lying there watching her try to take his whole prick into her gullet. Deeper and deeper his cock went until finally she gave a thrust and her nose touched his belly. She was gagging with her throat full of cock. It was an obscene sight, seeing my wife choking on some dude’s cock, damned if it didn’t arouse me like nothing I’d ever seen before.
Then, she moved up and straddled his hips. She poised her pussy over his erection and let me get a photo of the tip of his dick broaching the entrance to my wife’s vagina. She did it a few times and then took a couple of inches into her vaginal channel. She looked at me as she lowered herself onto this man’s prick. She called me over to her and kissed me, pushing her tongue into my mouth as she sat down with Phillippe’s cock buried inside her. She grabbed my cock and held it firmly while she rocked back and forth on another man’s cock.
“He’s fucking me. Do you see!” She asked with urgency as she built toward a climax. “I want you to see me get fucked but I’ll always come back to you.”
I wanted to fuck her myself. She said, “Put your dick in my ass. You can feel him fucking me (through the membrane between her colon and her vagina).”
I used the sunscreen. We were almost out. I squirted some into her nether hole and greased up my cock. I put it at the opening of my wife’s anus and split her little rosebud open with a thrust of my cock. I pushed past the sphincter and she groaned, telling me to hurry. My cock slid into her dark channel and I immediately felt the movement of her other lover’s cock in her vagina. I held still and felt another man fucking my wife from inside her. I don’t know of anything that can match it. His prick was pushing the membrane against the underside of my penis which stimulated me. She was going wild. In a way he was fucking both of us. It was amazing. Then I felt him pause and push his dick deep into my wife’s cunt. I could feel his cock jerk inside her as it squirted another load of semen into her womb. She said she felt him hit her cervix and pump his seed into her womb. I followed with my orgasm and Jill was almost shrieking with passion as two cocks unloaded in her simultaneously. A number of spectators had gathered and applauded our display of raw sex.
She bent over and tenderly kissed Phillippe while I pulled out of her. She dismounted and collapsed to her side. I had stopped taking photos when I had entered her ass, but some of the nearby voyeurs got some. I remember negotiating for an air-drop of some photos with one of the voyeurs. I was naked, with my just-used prick dangling from my hips. He agreed and sent me his whole array for twenty euros.
We went in the surf and washed the sex from our bodies. We drove back to the hotel, mostly in silence. Jill and I went to bed.
We arose early and packed for the trip to the airport. We had a direct flight to London from where we would head back home. Phillippe had volunteered to give us a ride to the airport. Jill was fully dressed, so he couldn’t rub her naked thigh on the drive to the airport. She wearing a bra as well. But when we got to the airport and checked our bags, I lost sight of my wife and her friend. I thought they had each gone to the restroom. But a few minutes later, I happened to see them emerge from a locked ‘security’ door. He gave the guard some money as they reentered. He taken my wife off for a last piece of her pussy.
I asked where she had been.
She said, “I had to fuck that wonderful cock one more time.”
We boarded the plane and I could see Jill was uncomfortable. I asked what was wrong.
“I let him have my panties so I have no underwear and his cum is leaking onto my pants.” She was wearing white leggings so the semen stain was visible at the top of her legs and under her crotch. She used some paper napkins, but she was still uncomfortable.
I pulled a blanket over us and turned off our lights. We flew the entire way with my wife’s cunt leaking another man’s semen. In London, we had just a short layover so she only had a few minutes to clean herself. She did find a sundress, very expensive, in one of the shops and changed into it. She left her leggings in the bathroom where she changed.
On the final flight to the U.S.A. we were sitting in our two-seats, me on the aisle and Jill by the window. The lights were off and I was asleep. I woke to hear my wife sobbing quietly.
I asked, “What’s the matter?”
She had been thinking about her adventures and was upset, “I am so ashamed. I was such a slut, going off with some kid I barely knew and letting him and then others fuck me. You must be really disappointed in me. I wouldn’t blame you for dumping me. You don’t deserve a whore for a wife.”
I comforted her and told her I loved her and wasn’t going to dump her. “You were so sexy. I encouraged you to have a once-in-a-lifetime fling, to feel what it’s like to have uninhibited sex.”
She was still sobbing. “I’m not even wearing underwear. I let them fuck me in public with other people seeing their American whore.”
I reached under the blanket that was covering both of us and I reached under her dress. She still was without panties. “I love you. I love you more than ever.” I whispered in her ear.
Then my fingers found her pussy. I felt between her pussy lips and touched her clitoris. I whispered to her, “I’m thinking now about how you looked being fucked on the beach with all those people watching you. The guys all had hard-ons. They would’ve welcomed the chance to put their dicks into your nasty little cunt.”
She looked at me, surprised at my reaction to her dalliances.
I continued, “Remember how it felt to have my cock in your ass, feeling Phillippe fucking your pussy. It was so hot. My dick is hard thinking about it.” I put her hand on my prick to verify what I was saying.
She looked at me, less concerned. She said. “That was pretty wild, wasn’t it. It felt so good having your and his cock against my membrane. You were feeling another man fuck me.” I was rubbing between her pussy lips and she was getting more aroused and wetter.
I continued, “I wish I had seen you on that balcony, naked with a cock in your cunt and all those people watching.”
She groaned and spread her legs for me. Her eyes were closed, remembering.
I went on, “You are so damn hot. And I loved seeing you on the beach, walking around without any modesty, letting everyone see your naked body. You have an amazing tan. You’ll have to show your friends.”
She laughed at that. “I can’t show them my tanned tits and pussy.”
“Then you can show my friends.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
I said, “I sure would. I want others to see what a beautiful, uninhibited wife I have.”
She said, “No way.”
“Then I can tell them and I can show them some photos of you.” I pulled up a photo on my phone of her lying on her back, nude, in the bright sunlight.
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Oh yes I would.” I said. “Would you like me to show some of these?” I showed her some of the photos having sex with Phillippe. “Here’s one of him fucking you in the surf. Here’s one on the beach with people watching. Here you are walking down the beach nude. Here’s one of you jacking-him-off with the sunscreen. And here’s one of him with his fingers in your cunt, applying sunscreen to where the sun never shines.”
My fingers were inside her vagina as I said this. She was squirming and was dripping her juices onto my hand.
She put her head on my shoulder and asked if I could ever forgive her.
I said, “There is nothing to forgive. I wanted you to do whatever you felt like, to cut loose. Hell, I told you to go out with him and I expected you to end up in his bed. I wanted to try sloppy seconds on my wife.”
I said, “Close your eyes and remember Phillippe’s cock in your pussy and in your ass.”
She closed her eyes while I pumped my fingers into her juicy pussy.
“Having you watch me was so hot.” She said.
She was nearing her climax. She bit into my shoulder and shuddered with her orgasm. A woman across the aisle looked to see if Jill was alright. I waved my hand to let her know she was okay. Jill was panting and nuzzling my neck.
She said, “I love you. Thank you for the vacation. I’ll never do anything like that again. I promise.”
I kissed her and held her in my arms the whole way across the Atlantic.
Well, we got home late in the day. Her folks picked us up at the airport. We got to their house and retrieved our kids. We gave everyone the gifts we had bought and gave them a G rated version of our trip. When we deleted the nude beach and the sex, there wasn’t much to tell. Jill did tell her sister about the nude beach and showed her tan. Her sister’s husband Jeb wants to see it too. I’m trying to talk Jill into sharing her beautiful tan with a few friends.
Monday, we woke up, had breakfast without much conversation. Then we went back to work and our lives resumed the daily routine. That night, however, we made passionate love, both of us remembering the events of the previous week and our ‘once in a lifetime vacation’.