VACATION DOES N'T COUNT


Chapter One
The Cottage

Last year, I was recruited by a large outside party based in
John Griffith Chaney. The software that they offered me was too full to ferment down, and
one of the most pleasant perquisites was a working tour of the resorts it
owned and managed. My wife, Sondra, was thrilled at the scene and we
lined up her parents to watch the Thomas Kid for the five week trip.
Sondra and I have been married for xiv years, and have three
tyke, 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 firmly, firm physical structure with beautiful wooden leg, a tight ass, slim
waistline and absolutely grand, large, high school, round breasts on a everlasting 108
Egyptian pound soma. Always the unadulterated `` lady, '' bordering on `` prim out and proper, '' I
was looking forward to seeing her in the tiny Bikini and revealing one-
spell bathing courtship she had purchased for our stumble. I had especially
enjoyed closely examining the results of her major `` bikini-wax '' discussion,
that left only a unawares, narrow `` Mohawk '' of auburn hair around her pink
pussylips.
The first leg of our turn took us to the Caribbean for stops on
various islands. Our beginning accommodation was in a beautiful beach cottage,
with all the luxuries one could ask for. My tariff were light, consisting
of being introduced to the direction staff and attending a few business
meetings, and Sondra spent her free prison term sunning and shopping.
On the third day, I returned to the bungalow to find Sondra putting on
quite an erotic display for four college guys, 18 or 19 years old, who were on
Spring recess and staying at the bungalow next to ours. I had entered the
sign from the front ( which was the second gear story in the cover ) and, as I
walked out on to the deck, the muckle before me froze me in my lead. To
my arrant surprisal and disbelief, my normally prudish wife was lying on the
chaise lounge, sunbathing in the nude. Even more erotic, was the fact that
from my high advantage point, I could see four male child avidly staring through
the separating fencing at my wife 's luxuriant magical spell. What I did n't do it, 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 boys, and began to
smooth suntan application on her au naturel body. She glistened in the sun from the
oil, and I watched her slowly rub the stuff all over her large titty and
hard nipples, down over her two-dimensional stomach and on to and between her thighs.
Over the next hour, Sondra turned several fourth dimension, making sure her hearing
saw all of her, and once Thomas More rubbed her thorax with the lucky oil.
My tool had been rock toilsome for the minute, and now I started to lightly
caress it. I think it was only peer pressure keeping the boys from doing
the same.
Finally, Sondra stood and stretched, and then turned her back to the
boy and bent grass at the waist to pick up her towel, giving them the stark
shot of her pussy and anus. She walked over to the outside exhibitioner and
began the most sensuous cascade conceivable, lathering up her magnificent
eubstance and caressing her nipples and cunt.
As she dried herself, I zipped up in time to suffer her as she entered
the cottage. She was surprised to see me abode and immediately looked
guilty. I took her into my munition and told her I had enjoyed her performance
on the patio. 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 floor, with Sondra getting lost in her intense
sexual climax, and me blowing the biggest 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 straight and went on to intromit 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 naked and fondling
herself in front end 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 inhibition.
And then I said the crucial Holy Scripture that changed our spousal relationship, `` Besides,
Dear, we 're on vacation, and what happens on holiday does n't count when
you get back to the ` real world .'''

That night, after dinner, Sondra and I were cruising the chief shopping
and nightclub striptease and went into a beer joint advertising a wet T-shirt
contest to pull back in all the college cat on break.
The place was packed and too loud to blab, and the emcee was working
the crowd, trying to get the girls up on degree 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 link in the festivity and `` shew the boy
what a material woman looked like. '' The crew was behind him one hundred
percent, and it was obvious he was n't going to take `` no '' for an resolution.
Sondra looked across the board at me and I could see the inflammation
sparkling in her beautiful green eyes and I nodded.
Sondra and nine college coeds disappeared into the back and reappeared
wearing slim, Andrew D. White, cotton wool jersey. Their nipples were easily visible
through the melt off material. They paraded across the tiny stage and Sondra
looked spectacular in the tee shirt, myopic denim skirt and high dog,
holding her own against the younger girls.
Finally, to the roaring approving of the crowd, the wetting began and
the womanhood might as well have been naked from the waist up. There were safe
dead body, and then there were great eubstance, 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 breast at the gang, showing
them off in the now-transparent shirt.
To my surprisal, one and then more of the girls stripped off their wet
shirts and bounced their bare tits in the faces of their appreciative
consultation. Not to be outdone, Sondra ripped the wet cotton off her breast
and proudly displayed her marvellous breasts to the young crowd.
Unfortunately, Sondra lost out to a college girl with even bigger titmouse and a
better tan. As the winner was being crowned, the guys helped the adult female
down from the bar and there were a lot of justify tactile property going on. The circle
started up again, and I watched in astonishment as my married woman joined a few of the
other lady friend and dance topless among the throng of horny Guy ! Being the
'' old lady '' of the bunch certainly did n't touch on her popularity as I watched
the men jostle each former to get next to her.
She disappeared into the gyrating crowd and after about an hour,
reappeared at my mesa. She was still naked from the waistline up, out of
breathing place, and the digit grade 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 fuck
and pretty soon, it wo n't matter to me with whom ! ``
I took off my outer shirt and she casually put her arms 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 get to it back home. Follow me ! ``
We stepped into a dark alley between two buildings. Sondra set over
to lean on a trashcan and hiked her tight skirt up over her coxa. Her
whiteness scanty looked like they were glowing in the dark.
I opened my zipper and pulled out my backbreaking tool. I was more than ready
to fuck this hot patch of ass before me.
`` Now, Justin ! fuck me ! Either rip my step-in off or roll in the hay me rightfield
through them ! I need a cock inside me, now ! ``
Turned on by the spontaneity and raw sexuality of the minute, I
roughly clawed my fingers into the gentle stuff and ripped them open for
my plan of attack. Sondra moaned, and then moaned again, as I buried my motherfucker up
to my balls into her hot pussy on the commencement stroke. The act was no more
than rutting -- two hot animate being throwing themselves at and into each
other because they could n't take another breath until their mating was
done.
When I came, it was an explosion. I could feel my cum squirt out of
my cock in yearn, powerful spirt. My knees weakened, my breathing was
ragged, my fingerbreadth and toes were cramping into closely curls.
Sondra stood up and looked at me. She ripped off the remaining
chain of her panty and wiped my pecker clean. She smiled as she reached
her hand under her doll and brought her wet fingers to her mouth. She
tasted our juices.
`` That was n't bad, unknown. Are you in township long ? ``

The future dayspring, 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 holiday the day before.
She then called the boys in the nextdoor bungalow and asked if one of
them could get over the room service menu, as she had lost ours. When
the doorbell rang, she slipped on her shortly, lily-white satin robe, through
which her punishing nipples were clearly visible.
To Sondra 's obvious surprise, three boys 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 boy remarked about it being a groovy idea to
have a hottub in the livingroom, and that their bungalow did n't have one at
all.
Sondra smiled and invited the boy to use the Jacuzzi with her. The
boys thanked her and said that they would be right back in their tree trunk,
but Sondra opened the sash of her robe and let it come to the floor, saying
that the hottub was made to be enjoyed naked.
The boy quickly fumbled out of their clothes, keeping their eyes
locked on Sondra 's naked soundbox as she slipped into the swirling water.
When all four were in the H2O, Sondra asked if any of them would
like their spinal column rubbed. In brash reply, the most brazen of the three son
reached over and filled his hands with my wife 's round tits. Sondra
immediately filled her hand with the near hard cock, and the guy with
his hand all over her tits stood up, with his erection only inches from
Sondra 's brim. My normally inhibited married woman sucked the young guy 's cock into
her mouth, until her nozzle nestled in his wet pubic hair.
As she sucked, she jerked on one of the Kid'tool, and the one-third had
his mouth attached to one of her tits. The kid in her mouthpiece started
humping her look and Sondra ignored the former two as she coaxed his hot
spunk out of his cock with her mouth and helping hand, swallowing every drop.
One after the former, I watched my wife suck off all three of the male child,
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 cushions.
One of the male child buried his face between Sondra 's invitingly spread leg and
she moaned with pleasure as his tongue began its geographic expedition of her clit
and cunt. Each of the other two tyke began fondling and sucking her
breasts and pap, loudly slurping my wife 's wet flesh into their thirsty
lip.
All too soon, Sondra began her long-awaited climax in almost fierce
manner. Her body humped and writhed but the male child held on to her with
their oral fissure and Sondra went crashing from one coming to another. Finally,
when she could arrest her breathing time and speak, she thanked the boy for the fun
and warned them to go away, `` before my hubby comes home ! ``
As soon as the front room access closed, I was downstairs and standing over
my wife with my raging erecting in my hand. Sondra begged me to bed her,
to occupy her aching pussy with my cock, and I was only too happy to abide by.
I rammed into her with all my military strength and we fucked with animal wildness
until our physical structure, slick with sweat, shuddered and clasped together in
sexual climax. We fucked again before falling asleep for the afternoon.

Continued in Chapter Two ,