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 morning and arrived at our terminus early that evening. It was nice to finally arrive at the resort 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 drink while she changed and got ready for dinner party. I caught a glance of her au naturel consistence through the cracked bathroom door. Her nipples were hard as she wiped her body down with a wet rag. affair started to stir in my pants as I opened the door more in ordering to deal 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 blooper in my shorts against her mere ass. She broke away and said `` there will be metre for that later. '' She smiled and squeezed my hard cock through my shorts.

We arrived at the formal restaurant located in the resort. It was just a little manner of walking from our cortege. We were seated by the windows overlooking the Caribbean Sea. The evening was sodding, cool picnic blowing, fully moon over the water, yummy meal and wine. There was an aged man maybe in his mid to late 60 's sitting at the board beside us that struck up a conversation with us. He told us his name was Mount Whitney and that he had visited the island many times before and gave us top on the hot spots. Our conversation continued, so we asked him to sit with us at our table for another cocktail. He was a bountiful man with salt and pepper hair and rung in a thickset Southern accent. 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 favorite travel destination and it was his first head trip there without her. The Night was winding down, so we said our upright cheerio. We exchanged earpiece and room numbers so we could come across again for a drink. We really felt a connection with this Southern gentleman.

The future day, we did zilch but waiting area around the pool and drink cocktails. As the sun set, we knew it was fourth dimension to clean up and get ready to go to dinner. I had already fucked my wife that day when we returned to the room for dejeuner. I wanted to fuck her again before we had dinner party. She was feeling frisky, so it did not hold much to win over her to foray down and spread her legs for me. After our small fuck session, we showered together and got dressed.

There was a knock at the room access. We looked at each early slightly puzzled. She went over, and opened the threshold to feel our new friend Whitney. He apologized for not calling first, but he realized his retinue was just a couple of doors down from his. He wanted to see if we would join him for dinner party. We accepted his offer and he told us that he would care to occupy us to one of the adept seafood restaurants on the island. A plaza where the locals go to eat.

We jumped in his jeep and off we went. The drive along the seacoast was beautiful. We arrived at what appeared to be an old sportfishing village. There were several docks with boats all around. We walk down to the beach to a hut close to the water system. There was a fire just outside where fish were being cooked over the capable flaming. This shack was the restaurant. It had an amazing view and the food was out of this cosmos. We really enjoyed our dinner with Mount Whitney - the food, wine, aspect and conversation were so enjoyable. He had many bully stories to tell and my wife listened to him intensely. I even felt a bit of flirting going on between them. Unfortunately, it was clock time to point back to the resort. I could distinguish none of us wanted the evening to end. When we got back to the threshold of our suite, we turned to say goodnight. Whitney suggested we finish the evening on his patio with a vintage bottle of vino he was saving for a special affair. We agreed and off we went.

Once we arrived at his suite, he turned on some music and lit some wax light - all adding to the unbelievable Nox. He had so many just stories to tell about his life and traveling. He definitely loved his married woman and she was the shopping center to many of his stories. I could tell my married woman found him attractive and love how romantic the eve had become. We were still around the board on his patio as he opened another bottle of wine-colored. It was about that time that one of his dearie strain played. He said `` I loved dancing to the Song and it was times like these that I missed not having my wife. ``

My wife quickly sprang from her seat, grabbed his hand and pulled him out of his seat to trip the light fantastic. I decided it was a adept clip to relive myself and went to the can. When I returned, they were still slow dancing close to each other. I watched my sexy wife dancing seductively with this older gentleman. I knew it made his night. When the song ended, she sat down following to me and he excused himself to the restroom. He hurried off in a weird way. My married woman then leaned over and whispered in my ear that she could sense his tough peter rubbing against her while they danced. It made sense why he ran off to the toilet 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 woman in his weapon in a long time. '' She smiled and I smiled back. Did this mean she wanted to get playful with Whitney ? I had to have a go at it before he returned so I asked. She raised her oculus and smiled again giving me the resolution I needed. Now, I was going to have to see how Whitney felt.

I need to rewind for a bit in my story to severalize a key role ... vertebral column at home, me and my wife were having sex a duad of Clarence Day after Anthony had spent the nighttime. That was the night she and Anthony did a lot more than they had ever done before during one of our little three-way sitting. The merely thing left was for them to actually roll in the hay. 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 spousal relationship since he was a just friend. I was fine with it, but I would always know my buddy fucked my wife. The early selection would be for us to live the fantasy with a discharge stranger, no strings attached. We even discussed finding that stranger on our vacation.

That brings us back to where I left off in the taradiddle ... back to the wine-colored on Eli Whitney 's ocean view patio off his entourage. I could recite my wife was feeling good and I was feeling good. Whitney returned and poured us all another glass of wine-colored. She excused herself to go freshen up. It was my chance to get a tone from Whitney where this might go. He watched her walk back to the lav and said `` You are a luck man, son. That is one beautiful cleaning woman you have there. '' I thanked him and told him `` She thinks you are quite a gentleman too. '' He looked at me and gave me a big smile.

He was playing right along. He said `` it has been a recollective time since I held a beautiful charwoman in my branch. '' I smiled back and said `` this could be your favorable night. '' My wife returned and I gave her a heartbeat. 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 to a greater extent intense. I noticed her mitt dropping from his shoulder joint down to his ass and grab 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 full 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 capitulum 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 implements of war around his neck and embraced him with a kiss. I stood up and moved behind her. I unzipped her dress and it flow to the floor. She began unbuttoning his shirt and opened it up. He was in really in force conformation for an aged man. She then grabbed his belt, loosened it and dropped his zipper, dropping his shorts. They started kissing again and lay back on the bed. I started tossing off my clothes and sat at the end of the bed sporting the grueling boner I ever had. I was already leaking pre-cum like loony ! He worked on her nipple and licked her nipples.

This was getting hot ! She pulled her panties down revealing her perfect pile to him. He then removed his silk boxers exposing an above average uncut tool and Irish bull testis that swung back and Forth between his legs. I know my wife has never been with a man with an rough dick. She was going to revel this. She grasped the thick shaft and pulled the foreskin down to reveal the bulbous chief glistening with his pre-cum. I bet all this hot dancing and romantic dark had his globe producing spermatozoan. His seventh cranial nerve expression was priceless. He laid back as she really began to lick is cock. I sat up on the bed and ate her pussy from behind. After her kickoff orgasm, I lined up behind her and go under my throbbing dick deep into her ardent hole. I was cryptic in her fix mentation that I was finally going to see another man fuck her.

That was about the meter I realized I had not discussed the condom upshot with Whitney. There was no way I was going to let a stranger we met on vacation fuck my wife raw. Even though he was a big guy, and probably not been with another woman besides his wife in 30 years, it was way too risky. I needed to know 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 well-chosen with the hand job he was getting from my beautiful wife and would be completely satisfied with her hand wrapped around his rooster. We continued for about 30 minutes before we all came together. We thanked him for the marvelous night and he thanked us for being his ship's company. We exchanged link info since he lived in the Dixie. Unfortunately, he was leaving early the next morn so we would not see him again.

The rest period of the week went by too fast and before we knew it. As all safe thing come to an end, it was time for us to direct abode and back to the tangible world. I guess it was going to be my pal Antonius that I was going to eventually watch fuck my wife.

To be continued ... .