VACATION DOES N'T COUNT


Chapter One
The bungalow

last year, I was recruited by a prominent external company based in
London. The bundle that they offered me was too good to work down, and
one of the most pleasant perquisites was a working tour of the resorts it
owned and managed. My married woman, Sondra, was thrilled at the panorama and we
lined up her parents to watch the kids for the five week trip.
Sondra and I have been married for fourteen age, and have three
kids, Jessica ( 12 ), Todd ( 9 ), and mike ( 6 ). We are both 34 and fight the
battle against aging, with Sondra winning in spectacular style. At 5'4 ''
Sondra carries a hard, firm consistence with beautiful legs, a blotto ass, slim
waist and absolutely marvelous, large, high, round white meat on a perfect 108
pound systema skeletale. Always the perfect `` lady, '' bordering on `` priggish and right, '' I
was looking forward to seeing her in the petite bikinis and revealing one-
piece bathing suit of clothes she had purchased for our head trip. I had especially
enjoyed closely examining the results of her John Major `` bikini-wax '' treatment,
that left only a curtly, narrow `` mohawk '' of auburn hair around her garden pink
pussylips.
The start leg of our tour took us to the Caribbean Sea for Newmarket on
several islands. Our first fitting was in a beautiful beach bungalow,
with all the luxuries one could ask for. My responsibility were light, consisting
of being introduced to the direction staff and attending a few business
coming together, and Sondra spent her free sentence sunning and shopping.
On the tierce day, I returned to the cottage to find Sondra putting on
quite an erotic appearance for four college guys, 18 or 19 years old, who were on
spring Break and staying at the cottage next to ours. I had entered the
house from the front line ( which was the second story in the back ) and, as I
walked out on to the deck, the plenty before me froze me in my tracks. To
my utter surprise and disbelief, my normally straitlaced wife was lying on the
chaise couch, sunbathing in the nude. Even more erotic, was the fact that
from my high advantage point, I could see four boys avidly staring through
the separating fence at my wife 's dipsomaniac charms. What I did n't know, but
soon found out, was that Sondra was cognizant of her audience. I faded back
out of obvious sight to watch.
Soon, Sondra sat up in the chaise, facing the male child, and began to
smooth suntan lotion on her defenseless trunk. She glistened in the sun from the
oil, and I watched her slowly rub the material all over her enceinte breasts and
hard mammilla, down over her flat tum and on to and between her thighs.
Over the next minute, Sondra turned several times, making sure her interview
saw all of her, and once more rubbed her chest with the golden oil.
My hammer had been rock hard for the hour, and now I started to lightly
caress it. I think it was only peer pressure keeping the son from doing
the same.
Finally, Sondra stood and stretched, and then turned her back to the
male child and knack at the waistline to pick up her towel, giving them the perfect
stab of her kitty-cat and anus. She walked over to the outside shower and
began the most sensuous exhibitor conceivable, lathering up her splendid
body and caressing her nipples and snatch.
As she dried herself, I zipped up in time to fill her as she entered
the cottage. She was surprised to see me domicile and immediately looked
guilty. I took her into my arms and told her I had enjoyed her operation
on the terrace. She blushed and looked down. The glob was obvious in my
pants.
`` Justin, will you please fuck me ? Right now ? ``
We fucked there, on the floor, with Sondra getting lost in her acute
coming, and me blowing the vainglorious wad of cum I had ever shot into her hot,
wet cunt.
Afterwards, both of us soaking in the hottub, Sondra apologized for
exposing herself to the boy and told me how ashamed she was. I asked her
if she was really ashamed, or just embarrassed because I had caught her.
She coyly admitted that the latter was admittedly and went on to admit that,
other than actually making dear with me, she had never been more sexually
excited in her life. I told her the survey of her defenseless and fondling
herself in straw man of other men had made me as hot as I had ever been, and I
enjoyed watching her finally beginning to let go of her hard forbiddance.
And then I said the important words that changed our marriage, `` Besides,
lamb, we 're on vacation, and what happens on vacation does n't enumerate when
you get back to the ` real human race .'''

That night, after dinner, Sondra and I were cruising the main shopping
and nightclub cartoon strip and went into a beer reefer advertising a wet T-shirt
contest to reap in all the college guys on break.
The spot was packed and too loud to spill, and the master of ceremonies was working
the crowd, trying to get the girlfriend up on level and into jersey. When he
spotted Sondra, all segmentation in her halter-top, he brought the public eye on
her and began coercing her to join in the celebration and `` show the boys
what a real fair sex looked like. '' The bunch was behind him one hundred
per centum, and it was obvious he was n't going to take `` no '' for an answer.
Sondra looked across the board at me and I could see the excitement
sparkling in her beautiful light-green optic and I nodded.
Sondra and nine college coeds disappeared into the cover and reappeared
wearing thin, white, cotton fiber tee shirt. Their nipples were easily visible
through the dilute stuff. They paraded across the midget leg and Sondra
looked outstanding in the t-shirt, short blue jean skirt and high hound,
holding her own against the younger girls.
Finally, to the roaring commendation of the crew, the passing water began and
the women might as well have been naked from the waist up. There were good
trunk, and then there were great bodies, and the competition was obviously
between Sondra and two other girls. I watched the mother of my children
strutting up and down the bar, jiggling her breasts at the bunch, showing
them off in the now-transparent shirt.
To my surprise, one and then more of the girls stripped off their wet
shirts and bounced their raw boob in the faces of their appreciative
audience. Not to be outdone, Sondra ripped the wet cotton plant off her dresser
and proudly displayed her howling breasts to the Whitney Young crowd.
Unfortunately, Sondra lost out to a college girl with even bigger mamilla and a
better tan. As the winner was being crowned, the guy helped the woman
down from the bar and there were a lot of free look going on. The dance band
started up again, and I watched in amazement as my married woman joined a few of the
early missy and danced topless among the throng of steamy guy rope ! Being the
'' old lady '' of the crew certainly did n't impact her popularity as I watched
the men jostle each other to get next to her.
She disappeared into the gyrating gang and after about an minute,
reappeared at my table. She was still naked from the waist up, out of
breath, and the finger marks on her knocker were obvious. She was smiling
a vast grin.
`` Justin, you have to get me out of here, NOW ! Because I want to fuck
and pretty soon, it wo n't weigh to me with whom ! ``
I took off my outer shirt and she casually put her weaponry in it, but
did n't button it. We then headed out the door and back to our cottage. We
had gone only a few feet down the street when Sondra stopped and looked
into my eyes.
`` I 'll never make it back base. Follow me ! ``
We stepped into a sullen skittle alley between two construction. Sondra bent grass over
to lean on a trashcan and hiked her tight skirt up over her hips. Her
white scanty looked like they were glowing in the dark.
I opened my zipper and pulled out my voiceless cock. I was more than ready
to fuck this hot bit of ass before me.
`` Now, Justin ! fucking me ! Either rip my step-in off or fuck me right
through them ! I need a cock inside me, now ! ``
Turned on by the spontaneity and raw sex of the consequence, I
roughly clawed my digit into the soft stuff and ripped them open for
my flack. Sondra moaned, and then moaned again, as I buried my prick up
to my Ball into her hot cunt on the first diagonal. The act was no more
than rutting -- two hot creatures throwing themselves at and into each
other because they could n't rent another hint until their mating was
done.
When I came, it was an detonation. I could feel my cum squirt out of
my dick in foresighted, powerful spurts. My knees weakened, my breathing was
ragged, my finger's breadth and toes were cramping into pissed curls.
Sondra stood up and looked at me. She ripped off the remaining
strands of her panties and wiped my dick clean. She smiled as she reached
her hand under her doll and brought her wet fingers to her sassing. She
tasted our juices.
`` That was n't bad, alien. Are you in township long ? ``

The future sunup, after I returned from my meeting, Sondra told me to
go up into the loft because she was going to test me to see if I meant what
I said about vacations the day before.
She then called the son in the nextdoor cottage and asked if one of
them could bring over the room serve menu, as she had lost ours. When
the doorbell rang, she slipped on her short, albumen satin robe, through
which her severe mamilla were clearly visible.
To Sondra 's obvious surprise, three son stood at the door when she
opened it. She invited the three clean-cut, handsome boys in and thanked
them for the menu. One of the boys remarked about it being a great theme to
have a hottub in the livingroom, and that their cottage did n't have one at
all.
Sondra smiled and invited the son to use the Jacuzzi with her. The
boys thanked her and said that they would be right back in their shorts,
but Sondra opened the sash of her gown and let it come down to the floor, saying
that the hottub was made to be enjoyed naked.
The boy quickly fumbled out of their clothes, keeping their center
locked on Sondra 's naked soundbox as she slipped into the swirling water.
When all four were in the pee, Sondra asked if any of them would
like their back rubbed. In brash answer, the most brazen of the three boys
reached over and filled his men with my married woman 's beat tits. Sondra
immediately filled her hired man with the nigh hard tool, and the guy with
his hands all over her mamilla stood up, with his erection only inches from
Sondra 's brim. My normally inhibited wife sucked the young guy 's shaft into
her sassing, until her nose nestled in his wet pubic hair.
As she sucked, she jerked on one of the kids'turncock, and the third had
his mouthpiece attached to one of her teat. The kid in her mouth started
humping her expression and Sondra ignored the former two as she coaxed his hot
spunk out of his rooster with her rima oris and mitt, swallowing every drop.
One after the early, I watched my wife suck off all three of the boys,
until she had drained each of them of their cum, without spilling a drop,
and then she stood and announced that it was her turn.
All four of them splashed out of the tub and laid on the cushion.
One of the boy buried his aspect between Sondra 's invitingly disperse legs and
she moaned with pleasance as his tongue began its geographic expedition of her button
and twat. Each of the other two tyke began fondling and sucking her
tit and mammilla, loudly slurping my wife 's wet flesh into their hungry
mouths.
All too soon, Sondra began her long-awaited climax in almost violent
fashion. Her body humped and writhed but the son held on to her with
their mouths and Sondra went crashing from one orgasm to another. Finally,
when she could catch her intimation and speak, she thanked the boy for the fun
and warned them to leave, `` before my husband comes home ! ``
As soon as the movement door closed, I was downstairs and standing over
my wife with my raging hard-on in my hand. Sondra begged me to fuck her,
to fill her aching snatch with my putz, and I was only too glad to abide by.
I rammed into her with all my strength and we fucked with animal ferocity
until our bodies, slick with sweat, shuddered and clasped together in
climax. We fucked again before falling asleep for the afternoon.

Continued in Chapter Two ,