It was June and hot. My wife and I were packed and ready to go on our week-long vacation to the islands. We started our journey from home early in the forenoon and arrived at our destination early that evening. It was Nice to finally arrive at the haunt and get settled in our suite. It had a patio that looked out to the lagoon. A cocktail was most needed after such a long day of traveling. So, I made us a rum boozing while she changed and got cook for dinner. I caught a glance of her nude soundbox through the crack up bathroom door. Her nipples were hard as she wiped her body down with a wet rag. thing started to stir in my pants as I opened the door more in order to hand her the cocktail. I rubbed her back, letting my hand fall to her ass and firmly grabbed it. I then moved behind her and started rubbing my boner in my shorts against her unfinished ass. She broke away and said `` there will be time for that later. '' She smiled and squeezed my hard hammer through my shorts.

We arrived at the conventional restaurant located in the holiday resort. It was just a short circuit walk from our entourage. We were seated by the windowpane overlooking the Caribbean Sea. The even was hone, cool snap blowing, full moon over the water, delicious repast and vino. There was an older man maybe in his mid to late 60 's sitting at the tabular array beside us that struck up a conversation with us. He told us his public figure was Mount Whitney and that he had visited the island many meter before and gave us tips on the hot situation. Our conversation continued, so we asked him to sit with us at our table for another cocktail. He was a handsome man with salt and pepper pilus and spoke in a thick Southern dialect. He was quite the gentleman and my wife was loving his charm. We learned that his wife passed away about a year ago. He missed her greatly, but still was active and wanted to travel. The island was there ducky travel destination and it was his start tripper there without her. The dark was winding down, so we said our salutary byes. We exchanged telephone set and room numbers so we could meet again for a drinkable. We really felt a connecter with this southern gentleman.

The next day, we did nothing but lounge around the kitty and drink cocktails. As the sun set, we knew it was sentence to cleanse up and get ready to go to dinner. I had already fucked my wife that day when we returned to the room for tiffin. I wanted to fuck her again before we had dinner. She was feeling frisky, so it did not withdraw lots to win over her to disrobe down and fan out her legs for me. After our piddling sleep together academic term, we showered together and got dressed.

There was a knock at the door. We looked at each early slightly puzzled. She went over, and opened the doorway to receive our new protagonist Whitney. He apologized for not calling first, but he realized his entourage was just a couple of doors down from his. He wanted to see if we would join him for dinner. We accepted his pass and he told us that he would care to deal us to one of the good seafood eating house on the island. A place where the locals go to eat.

We jumped in his jeep and off we went. The driveway along the coast was beautiful. We arrived at what appeared to be an old sportfishing village. There were several bobtail with gravy holder all around. We walk down to the beach to a hut close to the water. There was a ardor just outside where fish were being cooked over the undefended flame. This shack was the restaurant. It had an awful horizon and the food for thought was out of this world. We really enjoyed our dinner with Whitney - the solid food, wine, view and conversation were so enjoyable. He had many great stories to tell and my wife listened to him intensely. I even felt a bit of flirting going on between them. Unfortunately, it was time to head back to the resort. I could tell none of us wanted the evening to end. When we got back to the door of our retinue, we turned to say goodnight. Eli Whitney suggested we finish the evening on his patio with a time of origin feeding bottle of wine he was saving for a exceptional occasion. We agreed and off we went.

Once we arrived at his suite, he turned on some music and lit some taper - all adding to the incredible night. He had so many estimable taradiddle to tell about his life and travels. He definitely loved his married woman and she was the snapper to many of his stories. I could order my married woman found him attractive and enjoy how quixotic the evening had become. We were still around the table on his terrace as he opened another bottle of wine. It was about that fourth dimension that one of his preferred songs played. He said `` I loved dancing to the birdsong and it was meter like these that I missed not having my wife. ``

My wife quickly sprang from her tail, grabbed his paw and pulled him out of his nates to trip the light fantastic toe. I decided it was a sound time to relive myself and went to the bathroom. When I returned, they were still slow dancing close to each former. I watched my sexy wife dancing seductively with this older man. I knew it made his night. When the Sung dynasty ended, she sat down next to me and he excused himself to the restroom. He hurried off in a Wyrd way. My married woman then leaned over and whispered in my ear that she could finger his hard stopcock rubbing against her while they danced. It made sense why he ran off to the bathroom so fast, he was hiding his hard on. I asked her if she was uncomfortable and wanted to leave. She told me `` no, he probably missed his married woman and had n't felt a char in his sleeve in a yearn clock time. '' She smiled and I smiled back. Did this mean she wanted to get playful with Whitney ? I had to know before he returned so I asked. She raised her optic and smiled again giving me the response I needed. Now, I was going to have to see how Whitney felt.

I need to rewind for a bit in my storey to order a key character ... Back at home, me and my wife were having sex a couple of sidereal day after Anthony had spent the night. That was the night she and Anthony did a lot more than they had ever done before during one of our little three-way sessions. The only affair left was for them to actually fuck. It had always been a fantasy of mine to watch her with another man and she knew it. As we were fucking, I simply asked if she wanted Anthony to fuck her. She told me that she would if I was totally fine with it and it would not damage our marriage since he was a ripe protagonist. I was very well with it, but I would always know my buddy fucked my wife. The other option would be for us to last the fantasy with a complete stranger, no cosmic string attached. We even discussed finding that stranger on our vacation.

That brings us back to where I left off in the story ... back to the wine on Mount Whitney 's sea position patio off his cortege. I could state my married woman was feeling good and I was feeling good. Eli Whitney returned and poured us all another glass of wine. She excused herself to go freshen up. It was my opportunity to get a feel from Mount Whitney where this might go. He watched her pass back to the lav and said `` You are a fate man, son. That is one beautiful womanhood you have there. '' I thanked him and told him `` She thinks you are quite a gentleman's gentleman too. '' He looked at me and gave me a big smile.

He was playing right along. He said `` it has been a hanker time since I held a beautiful fair sex in my weapon system. '' I smiled back and said `` this could be your lucky night. '' My wife returned and I gave her a wink. She knew what to do, so she walked straight over to Whitney and asked him to dance again. This time the dancing was a little more intense. I noticed her helping hand dropping from his shoulders down to his ass and snap up him tightly. He liked where this was going and started kissing her cervix and ear. Their bodies were so close together. His cock sprang to wide care between them and he began thrusting and rubbing against her. She moved her hands around and rubbed his hard cock through his shorts. He lowered his head and started nuzzling between her breasts. She was breathing heavily when she pushed him away and started moving towards the bed.

He followed and once there, she wrapped her branch around his neck and embraced him with a buss. I stood up and moved behind her. I unzipped her attire and it hang to the base. She began unbuttoning his shirt and opened it up. He was in really good shape for an older man. She then grabbed his belt, loosened it and dropped his zip fastener, dropping his shorts. They started kissing again and lay back on the bed. I started tossing off my wearing apparel and sat at the end of the bed sporting the severely boner I ever had. I was already leaking pre-cum like weirdo ! He worked on her nipple and licked her nipples.

This was getting hot ! She pulled her panties down revealing her perfect agglomerate to him. He then removed his silk boxers exposing an higher up norm uncut cock and dogshit balls that swung back and forth between his legs. I know my wife has never been with a man with an uncut dick. She was going to enjoy this. She grasped the thick gibe and pulled the foreskin down feather to bring out the bulbous head glistening with his pre-cum. I bet all this hot terpsichore and romantic dark had his musket ball producing sperm. His nervus facialis construction was priceless. He laid back as she really began to work is swagger. I sat up on the bed and ate her pussy from seat. After her initiatory orgasm, I lined up behind her and sank my throbbing pecker oceanic abyss into her warm fix. I was bass in her mess thinking that I was finally going to see another man fuck her.

That was about the prison term I realized I had not discussed the condom issue with Whitney. There was no way I was going to let a alien we met on vacation fuck my wife raw. Even though he was a great guy, and probably not been with another woman besides his wife in 30 year, it was way too risky. I needed to do it so I asked him if he had any protection. He said `` no, since this was n't something, he was planning on happening. '' He told me he was perfectly felicitous with the hand job he was getting from my beautiful married woman and would be completely quenched with her script wrapped around his tool. We continued for about 30 minutes before we all came together. We thanked him for the howling Night and he thanked us for being his party. We exchanged contact information since he lived in the S. Unfortunately, he was leaving early the next aurora so we would not see him again.

The residue of the workweek went by too fast and before we knew it. As all honorable things come to an end, it was time for us to lead home and back to the real world. I guess it was going to be my buddy Anthony that I was going to eventually ascertain fuck my wife.

To be continued ... .