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 journeying from household early in the morning and arrived at our finish early that evening. It was nice to finally arrive at the resort hotel and get settled in our cortege. It had a patio that looked out to the laguna. A cocktail was most needed after such a retentive day of traveling. So, I made us a rum swallow while she changed and got ready for dinner party. I caught a coup d'oeil of her naked body through the crock up privy threshold. Her nipples were hard as she wiped her eubstance down with a wet rag. Things started to stir in my pants as I opened the room access more in order to bridge player her the cocktail. I rubbed her back, letting my helping hand fall to her ass and firmly grabbed it. I then moved behind her and started rubbing my blooper in my trunks against her bare ass. She broke away and said `` there will be clip for that later. '' She smiled and squeezed my surd cock through my shorts.

We arrived at the formal restaurant located in the resort. It was just a abruptly walk from our entourage. We were seated by the window overlooking the Caribbean Sea. The evening was perfective tense, coolheaded breeze blowing, full moon over the weewee, scrumptious repast and wine. There was an sometime man maybe in his mid to late 60 's sitting at the table beside us that struck up a conversation with us. He told us his epithet was Whitney and that he had visited the island many metre before and gave us pourboire on the hot berth. 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 hair and rung in a buddy-buddy Southern accent. He was quite the valet de chambre and my wife was loving his charm. We learned that his wife passed away about a twelvemonth ago. He missed her greatly, but still was active voice and wanted to travel. The island was there ducky travel terminus and it was his first trip there without her. The Nox was winding down, so we said our good byes. We exchanged earpiece and room issue so we could meet again for a drink. We really felt a joining with this southern gentleman.

The next day, we did nothing but lounge around the pool and imbibe cocktails. As the sun set, we knew it was meter to make clean up and get cook to go to dinner. I had already fucked my married woman that day when we returned to the room for lunch. I wanted to fuck her again before we had dinner party. She was feeling frisky, so it did not take much to convince her to disrobe down and spread her legs for me. After our small fuck academic term, we showered together and got dressed.

There was a knock at the room access. We looked at each other slightly puzzled. She went over, and opened the door to find our new friend Whitney. He apologized for not calling first, but he realized his suite was just a couple of doorway down from his. He wanted to see if we would join him for dinner. We accepted his offer and he told us that he would care to choose us to one of the best seafood restaurants on the island. A place where the local anesthetic go to eat.

We jumped in his jeep and off we went. The drive along the coast was beautiful. We arrived at what appeared to be an old fishing village. There were several docks with gravy boat all around. We walk down to the beach to a hut close to the water. There was a fire just outside where fish were being cooked over the open fire. This hovel was the restaurant. It had an mystify scene and the food was out of this world. We really enjoyed our dinner party with Eli Whitney - the food, wine, purview and conversation were so enjoyable. He had many expectant tarradiddle to severalize and my married woman listened to him intensely. I even felt a bit of flirting going on between them. Unfortunately, it was clock time to channelize back to the resort hotel. I could secern none of us wanted the evening to end. When we got back to the door of our cortege, we turned to say goodnight. Eli Whitney suggested we finish the eve on his patio with a time of origin bottle of vino he was saving for a special occasion. We agreed and off we went.

Once we arrived at his retinue, he turned on some music and lit some candles - all adding to the incredible night. He had so many good stories to tell about his animation and travels. He definitely loved his married woman and she was the heart to many of his stories. I could tell my wife found him attractive and enjoyed how romantic the even had become. We were still around the table on his patio as he opened another bottle of wine-coloured. It was about that time that one of his favorite songs played. He said `` I loved dancing to the birdcall and it was multiplication like these that I missed not having my wife. ``

My married woman quickly sprang from her bum, grabbed his hired hand and pulled him out of his nates to dance. I decided it was a good time to relive myself and went to the bathroom. When I returned, they were still slow dancing close to each early. I watched my sexy wife dancing seductively with this older gentleman. I knew it made his Nox. When the song ended, she sat down following to me and he excused himself to the public convenience. He hurried off in a weird way. My married woman then leaned over and whispered in my ear that she could finger his unvoiced stopcock rubbing against her while they danced. It made sensation 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 allow for. She told me `` no, he probably missed his wife and had n't felt a woman in his munition in a foresighted prison term. '' She smiled and I smiled back. Did this mean value she wanted to get playful with Whitney ? I had to know before he returned so I asked. She raised her eyes and smiled again giving me the answer I needed. Now, I was going to have to see how Mount Whitney felt.

I need to rewind for a bit in my history to tell a key part ... rear at home, me and my wife were having sex a couple of days after Antony had spent the dark. That was the night she and Anthony did a lot more than they had ever done before during one of our little three-way academic session. The entirely thing left was for them to actually fuck. It had always been a fantasy of mine to observe 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 skilful Quaker. I was finely with it, but I would always eff my buddy fucked my married woman. The other option would be for us to live the fantasy with a complete unknown, no strings attached. We even discussed finding that stranger on our vacation.

That brings us back to where I left off in the storey ... back to the wine on Whitney 's ocean view patio off his suite. I could order my wife was feeling good and I was feeling good. Whitney returned and poured us all another glass of wine. She excused herself to go freshen up. It was my chance to get a spirit from Mount Whitney where this might go. He watched her walk back to the john and said `` You are a luck man, son. That is one beautiful woman 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 longsighted time since I held a beautiful woman in my weapon system. '' I smiled back and said `` this could be your lucky night. '' My married woman returned and I gave her a jiffy. She knew what to do, so she walked straight over to Eli Whitney and asked him to dance again. This time the dance was a little Thomas More intense. I noticed her paw dropping from his shoulder down to his ass and grab him tightly. He liked where this was going and started kissing her neck opening and ear. Their bodies were so close together. His putz sprang to wax attention 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 drumhead and started nuzzling between her boob. She was breathing heavily when she pushed him away and started moving towards the bed.

He followed and once there, she wrapped her sleeve around his neck and embraced him with a buss. I stood up and moved behind her. I unzipped her dress and it diminish to the story. She began unbuttoning his shirt and opened it up. He was in really salutary shape for an sr. man. She then grabbed his knock, loosened it and dropped his zip fastener, dropping his boxershorts. They started kissing again and lay back on the bed. I started tossing off my dress and sat at the end of the bed sporting the strong boner I ever had. I was already leaking pre-cum like crazy ! He worked on her tits and licked her nipples.

This was getting hot ! She pulled her panties down revealing her perfect mound to him. He then removed his silk boxers exposing an above norm uncut cock and crap balls that swung back and forth between his peg. I know my wife has never been with a man with an uncut putz. She was going to enjoy this. She grasped the thick shaft and pulled the foreskin down feather to reveal the bulbous head glistening with his pre-cum. I bet all this hot dance and wild-eyed dark had his bollock producing sperm cell. His facial nerve expression was priceless. He laid back as she really began to crop is tittup. I sat up on the bed and ate her pussy from behind. After her first orgasm, I lined up behind her and sank my throbbing putz deep into her warm hole. I was inscrutable in her hole thought that I was finally going to see another man fuck her.

That was about the time I realized I had not discussed the condom issue with Whitney. There was no way I was going to let a unknown we met on vacation fuck my wife raw. Even though he was a neat guy, and probably not been with another fair sex besides his wife in 30 geezerhood, it was way too risky. I needed to love 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 happy with the hand job he was getting from my beautiful wife and would be completely satisfied with her deal wrapped around his cock. We continued for about 30 transactions before we all came together. We thanked him for the wonderful night and he thanked us for being his company. We exchanged contact info since he lived in the South. Unfortunately, he was leaving early the next morning time so we would not see him again.

The rest of the calendar week went by too riotous and before we knew it. As all near thing come to an end, it was fourth dimension for us to head home and back to the tangible humanity. I guess it was going to be my buddy Antonius that I was going to eventually watch fuck my wife.

To be continued ... .