vacation DOES N'T reckoning


Chapter One
The bungalow

Last year, I was recruited by a large international society based in
British capital. The package that they offered me was too good to flex down, and
one of the most pleasant perquisites was a working duty tour of the holiday resort it
owned and managed. My wife, Sondra, was thrilled at the prospect and we
lined up her parents to watch the kids for the five week trip.
Sondra and I have been married for fourteen years, and have three
Thomas Kid, Jessica ( 12 ), Todd ( 9 ), and Mike ( 6 ). We are both 34 and fight the
struggle against aging, with Sondra winning in spectacular fashion. At 5'4 ''
Sondra carries a difficult, firm body with beautiful legs, a tight ass, slim
waist and absolutely marvelous, big, high, round tit on a perfect 108
pound form. Always the perfect `` lady, '' bordering on `` prim and right, '' I
was looking forward to seeing her in the tiny bikinis and revealing one-
piece bathing suit she had purchased for our trip. I had especially
enjoyed closely examining the results of her major `` bikini-wax '' handling,
that left only a myopic, constringe `` Mohawk '' of auburn hairsbreadth around her garden pink
pussylips.
The first leg of our tour took us to the Caribbean for Chicago on
various islands. Our commencement accommodation was in a beautiful beach bungalow,
with all the luxuries one could ask for. My duty were light, consisting
of being introduced to the management staff and attending a few business
confluence, and Sondra spent her free time sunning and shopping.
On the third day, I returned to the cottage to rule Sondra putting on
quite an erotic show for four college Guy, 18 or 19 years old, who were on
leaping Break and staying at the cottage next to ours. I had entered the
menage from the front ( which was the second story in the back ) and, as I
walked out on to the deck, the pile before me froze me in my path. To
my utter surprise and disbelief, my normally strait-laced wife was lying on the
chaise lounge, sunbathing in the nude. Even more titillating, was the fact that
from my high advantage stop, I could see four boy avidly staring through
the separating fencing at my wife 's lush magic spell. What I did n't have a go at it, but
soon found out, was that Sondra was aware of her consultation. I faded back
out of obvious view to watch.
Soon, Sondra sat up in the chaise, facing the boys, and began to
smooth sunburn lotion on her naked body. She glistened in the sun from the
oil, and I watched her slowly rub the stuff all over her large breasts and
hard mammilla, down over her flat stomach and on to and between her thigh.
Over the side by side hour, Sondra turned various times, making sure her audience
saw all of her, and once more rubbed her chest with the favourable oil.
My prick had been rock hard for the minute, and now I started to lightly
caress it. I think it was only equal pressure keeping the boys from doing
the same.
Finally, Sondra stood and stretched, and then turned her back to the
son and hang at the waist to pick up her towel, giving them the complete
blastoff of her pussy and anus. She walked over to the outdoors shower and
began the most sensuous shower conceivable, lathering up her magnificent
consistency and caressing her nipples and cunt.
As she dried herself, I zipped up in prison term to meet her as she entered
the cottage. She was surprised to see me home and immediately looked
guilty. I took her into my limb and told her I had enjoyed her carrying out
on the terrace. She blushed and looked down. The lump was obvious in my
pants.
`` Justin, will you please fuck me ? Right now ? ``
We fucked there, on the storey, with Sondra getting lost in her intense
orgasm, and me blowing the bounteous 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 son 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 true and went on to accept that,
other than actually making love with me, she had never been more sexually
excited in her life. I told her the sight of her au naturel and fondling
herself in front 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 strong prohibition.
And then I said the important words that changed our marriage, `` Besides,
Dear, we 're on holiday, and what happens on vacation does n't matter when
you get back to the ` real world .'''

That night, after dinner, Sondra and I were cruising the main shopping
and nightclub comic strip and went into a beer reefer advertising a wet T-shirt
contest to draw in all the college guys on pause.
The situation was packed and too loud to utter, and the master of ceremonies was working
the crowd, trying to get the girlfriend up on phase and into t-shirts. When he
spotted Sondra, all cleavage in her halter-top, he brought the spotlight on
her and began coercing her to join in the festivity and `` show the son
what a tangible fair sex looked like. '' The crowd was behind him one hundred
per centum, and it was obvious he was n't going to take `` no '' for an reply.
Sondra looked across the table at me and I could see the excitement
sparkling in her beautiful green eyes and I nodded.
Sondra and nine college coeds disappeared into the back and reappeared
wearing thin, white, cotton T-shirt. Their nipples were easily visible
through the cut textile. They paraded across the diminutive stage and Sondra
looked outstanding in the t-shirt, shortly denim dame and high heels,
holding her own against the untested girls.
Finally, to the roaring approval of the crowd, the wetting began and
the women might as well have been naked from the waistline up. There were honest
organic structure, and then there were great consistence, and the contest was obviously
between Sondra and two other girls. I watched the mother of my children
strutting up and down the bar, jiggling her tit at the crowd, showing
them off in the now-transparent shirt.
To my surprise, one and then Thomas More of the girls stripped off their wet
shirts and bounced their naked breast in the faces of their appreciative
audience. Not to be outdone, Sondra ripped the wet cotton off her chest
and proudly displayed her fantastic titty to the immature crowd.
Unfortunately, Sondra lost out to a co-ed with even bigger boob and a
best tan. As the achiever was being crowned, the guy helped the women
down from the bar and there were a lot of free feels going on. The band
started up again, and I watched in amazement as my wife joined a few of the
other girl and trip the light fantastic topless among the concourse of ruttish Guy ! Being the
'' old lady '' of the crowd certainly did n't bear on her popularity as I watched
the men jostle each other to get next to her.
She disappeared into the gyrating crowd and after about an hr,
reappeared at my table. She was still naked from the waistline up, out of
breath, and the finger print on her breasts were obvious. She was smiling
a huge grin.
`` Justin, you have to get me out of here, NOW ! Because I want to be intimate
and pretty soon, it wo n't matter to me with whom ! ``
I took off my outer shirt and she casually put her limb in it, but
did n't button it. We then headed out the door and back to our bungalow. We
had gone only a few feet down the street when Sondra stopped and looked
into my eyes.
`` I 'll never make it back dwelling house. Follow me ! ``
We stepped into a saturnine skittle alley between two construction. Sondra bent-grass over
to incline on a trashcan and hiked her tight skirt up over her hips. Her
blank panties looked like they were glowing in the dark.
I opened my zipper and pulled out my strong cock. I was more than ready
to fuck this hot piece of ass before me.
`` Now, Justin ! Fuck me ! Either rip my panties off or eff me right
through them ! I need a hammer inside me, now ! ``
Turned on by the spontaneity and raw sexuality of the second, I
roughly clawed my finger's breadth into the cushy material and ripped them unfold for
my fire. Sondra moaned, and then moaned again, as I buried my slit up
to my glob into her hot slit on the first-class honours degree stroke. The act was no more
than rutting -- two hot animal throwing themselves at and into each
early because they could n't take another breath until their mating was
done.
When I came, it was an explosion. I could sense my cum squirt out of
my prick in long, powerful spurt. My knee weakened, my breathing was
ragged, my fingerbreadth and toes were cramping into wet curls.
Sondra stood up and looked at me. She ripped off the remaining
fibril of her pantie and wiped my cock clean. She smiled as she reached
her hand under her bird and brought her wet finger's breadth to her mouth. She
tasted our juices.
`` That was n't bad, unknown. Are you in Ithiel Town long ? ``

The following break of the day, after I returned from my merging, Sondra told me to
go up into the garret because she was going to test me to see if I meant what
I said about holiday the day before.
She then called the boys in the nextdoor cottage and asked if one of
them could bring over the room avail carte du jour, as she had lost ours. When
the doorbell rang, she slipped on her myopic, livid satin gown, through
which her operose mammilla were clearly visible.
To Sondra 's obvious surprisal, three son stood at the door when she
opened it. She invited the three clean-cut, handsome male child in and thanked
them for the menu. One of the boys remarked about it being a slap-up idea to
have a hottub in the livingroom, and that their cottage did n't have one at
all.
Sondra smiled and invited the boys to use the Jacuzzi with her. The
boys thanked her and said that they would be right back in their trunks,
but Sondra opened the sash of her robe and let it fall to the storey, saying
that the hottub was made to be enjoyed naked.
The son quickly fumbled out of their clothes, keeping their eyes
locked on Sondra 's raw body as she slipped into the swirling water.
When all four were in the body of water, Sondra asked if any of them would
like their book binding rubbed. In brash response, the most brazen of the three boys
reached over and filled his hands with my wife 's bout tits. Sondra
immediately filled her hand with the nigh difficult stopcock, and the guy with
his script all over her tits stood up, with his erection only inches from
Sondra 's lips. My normally inhibited wife sucked the Pres Young guy 's turncock into
her backtalk, until her horn in nestled in his wet pubic hair.
As she sucked, she jerked on one of the Kyd'cocks, and the third had
his oral fissure attached to one of her tits. The kid in her mouth started
humping her face and Sondra ignored the other two as she coaxed his hot
spunk out of his cock with her rima oris and hands, swallowing every drop.
One after the other, I watched my wife suck off all three of the boy,
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 shock.
One of the boys buried his aspect between Sondra 's invitingly spread legs and
she moaned with pleasure as his tongue began its exploration of her clit
and cunt. Each of the other two kids began fondling and sucking her
breasts and nipples, loudly slurping my wife 's wet flesh into their hungry
mouths.
All too soon, Sondra began her long-awaited sexual climax in almost violent
fashion. Her body humped and writhed but the male child held on to her with
their mouthpiece and Sondra went crashing from one sexual climax to another. Finally,
when she could capture her breath and speak, she thanked the male child for the fun
and warned them to leave, `` before my husband comes home ! ``
As soon as the front door closed, I was downstairs and standing over
my married woman with my raging erection in my mitt. Sondra begged me to sleep together her,
to sate her aching cunt with my peter, and I was only too happy to comply.
I rammed into her with all my metier and we fucked with animal wildness
until our bodies, slick with travail, shuddered and clasped together in
orgasm. We fucked again before falling asleep for the afternoon.

Continued in Chapter Two ,