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Chapter One
The cottage

live on year, I was recruited by a with child International society based in
John Griffith Chaney. The package that they offered me was too good to turn down, and
one of the most pleasant perk was a forge duty tour of the resorts it
owned and managed. My wife, Sondra, was thrilled at the outlook and we
lined up her parents to determine the kids for the five week trip.
Sondra and I have been married for fourteen 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 way. At 5'4 ''
Sondra carries a hard, firm body with beautiful legs, a tight ass, slim
waist and absolutely tremendous, turgid, high, round titty on a perfect 108
pound frame. Always the perfective tense `` gentlewoman, '' bordering on `` prim up and proper, '' I
was looking forward to seeing her in the bantam bikinis and revealing one-
piece bathing suits she had purchased for our trip. I had especially
enjoyed closely examining the consequence of her Major `` bikini-wax '' treatment,
that left only a short, narrow `` Mohawk '' of auburn hair around her pink
pussylips.
The firstly leg of our go took us to the Caribbean for stops on
respective islands. Our outset accommodation was in a beautiful beach cottage,
with all the luxury one could ask for. My duties were light, consisting
of being introduced to the direction staff and attending a few concern
coming together, and Sondra spent her liberate time sunning and shopping.
On the third day, I returned to the bungalow to encounter Sondra putting on
quite an titillating display for four college guys, 18 or 19 yr old, who were on
Spring Break and staying at the cottage side by side to ours. I had entered the
house from the front ( which was the 2nd storey in the back ) and, as I
walked out on to the deck of cards, the hatful before me froze me in my tracks. To
my consummate surprise and unbelief, my normally straitlaced married woman was lying on the
chaise waiting room, sunbathing in the nude. Even more titillating, was the fact that
from my high vantage stage, I could see four boys avidly staring through
the separating fence at my married woman 's lush charms. What I did n't know, 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 daybed, facing the boys, and began to
smooth suntan lotion on her naked trunk. She glistened in the sun from the
oil, and I watched her slowly rub the hooey all over her large breasts and
knockout nipple, down over her straight tum and on to and between her thigh.
Over the next hour, Sondra turned respective times, making sure her audience
saw all of her, and once more rubbed her chest with the lucky oil.
My shaft had been rock hard for the hr, and now I started to lightly
caress it. I think it was only peer air pressure keeping the boys from doing
the same.
Finally, Sondra stood and stretched, and then turned her back to the
boys and bent at the waistline to pick up her towel, giving them the everlasting
shot of her pussy and anus. She walked over to the outside shower and
began the most sensuous shower conceivable, lathering up her magnificent
body and caressing her teat and pussy.
As she dried herself, I zipped up in time to forgather her as she entered
the cottage. She was surprised to see me home and immediately looked
shamefaced. I took her into my arms and told her I had enjoyed her performance
on the terrace. She blushed and looked down. The clod was obvious in my
pants.
`` Justin, will you please fuck me ? Right now ? ``
We fucked there, on the trading floor, with Sondra getting lost in her intense
orgasm, and me blowing the self-aggrandising 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 boys 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 reliable and went on to admit 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 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 solid prohibition.
And then I said the all important words that changed our marriage, `` Besides,
Dear, we 're on vacation, and what happens on vacation does n't bet when
you get back to the ` real domain .'''

That nighttime, after dinner, Sondra and I were cruising the main shopping
and nightclub strip show and went into a beer joint advertising a wet jersey
competition to reap in all the college guy cable on falling out.
The home was packed and too tawdry to blab, and the emcee was working
the crowd, trying to get the lady friend up on point 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 unite in the festivities and `` prove the son
what a real woman looked like. '' The bunch was behind him one hundred
pct, 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 super acid optic and I nodded.
Sondra and nine college coeds disappeared into the dorsum and reappeared
wearing slenderize, Edward D. White, cotton T-shirt. Their mammilla were easily visible
through the thin out material. They paraded across the tiny stage and Sondra
looked spectacular in the t-shirt, shortly denim skirt and eminent cad,
holding her own against the younger fille.
Finally, to the roaring approval of the crew, the wetting began and
the women might as well have been naked from the waist up. There were safe
consistence, and then there were neat bodies, and the contest was obviously
between Sondra and two other girls. I watched the mother of my kid
strutting up and down the bar, jiggling her breasts at the crowd, showing
them off in the now-transparent shirt.
To my surprisal, one and then more of the girl stripped off their wet
shirts and bounced their au naturel tits in the faces of their appreciative
interview. Not to be outdone, Sondra ripped the wet cotton plant off her chest
and proudly displayed her marvellous chest to the young crowd.
Unfortunately, Sondra lost out to a co-ed with even bigger bosom and a
skilful tan. As the winner was being crowned, the Guy helped the woman
down from the bar and there were a lot of free feels going on. The striation
started up again, and I watched in amazement as my wife joined a few of the
early girls and danced topless among the throng of horny guy wire ! Being the
'' old lady '' of the gang certainly did n't affect her popularity as I watched
the men jostle each other to get following to her.
She disappeared into the gyrating gang and after about an hour,
reappeared at my mesa. She was still naked from the waistline up, out of
breathing spell, and the finger's breadth gull on her breasts were obvious. She was smiling
a vast 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 weapon system in it, but
did n't button it. We then headed out the door and back to our cottage. We
had gone only a few substructure down the street when Sondra stopped and looked
into my eyes.
`` I 'll never make it back rest home. Follow me ! ``
We stepped into a night skittle alley between two edifice. Sondra bent over
to lean on a trashcan and hiked her tight doll up over her hip. Her
white-hot panties looked like they were glowing in the dark.
I opened my slide fastener and pulled out my knockout peter. I was more than fix
to do it this hot piece of ass before me.
`` Now, Justin ! Fuck me ! Either rip my step-in off or bonk me right
through them ! I need a cock inside me, now ! ``
Turned on by the spontaneity and raw sexuality of the import, I
roughly clawed my fingers into the soft material and ripped them open for
my attack. Sondra moaned, and then moaned again, as I buried my SOB up
to my Ball into her hot cunt on the first stroke. The act was no more
than rutting -- two hot creatures throwing themselves at and into each
former because they could n't require another breathing spell until their mating was
done.
When I came, it was an detonation. I could palpate my cum squirt out of
my cock in retentive, powerful spurts. My genu weakened, my external respiration was
ragged, my fingers and toes were cramping into stiff curls.
Sondra stood up and looked at me. She ripped off the remaining
strands of her panty and wiped my dick clean and jerk. She smiled as she reached
her deal under her bird and brought her wet finger to her backtalk. She
tasted our juices.
`` That was n't bad, stranger. Are you in Town long ? ``

The next morning, after I returned from my meeting, Sondra told me to
go up into the attic because she was going to try me to see if I meant what
I said about vacation the day before.
She then called the boys in the nextdoor cottage and asked if one of
them could bring over the room service computer menu, as she had lost ours. When
the doorbell rang, she slipped on her short, white satin gown, through
which her difficult nipples were clearly visible.
To Sondra 's obvious surprise, three male child stood at the door when she
opened it. She invited the three clean-cut, bighearted boys in and thanked
them for the menu. One of the boys remarked about it being a great melodic theme to
have a hottub in the livingroom, and that their cottage did n't receive 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 gown and let it fall to the flooring, saying
that the hottub was made to be enjoyed naked.
The boy quickly fumbled out of their dress, keeping their eyes
locked on Sondra 's naked body as she slipped into the swirling water.
When all four were in the water, Sondra asked if any of them would
like their backbone rubbed. In brash reply, the most brazen of the three boy
reached over and filled his hands with my wife 's cycle tits. Sondra
immediately filled her bridge player with the nearest operose cock, and the guy with
his deal all over her tits stood up, with his erection only inches from
Sondra 's lips. My normally inhibited wife sucked the young guy 's cock into
her oral cavity, until her nose nestled in his wet pubic hair.
As she sucked, she jerked on one of the kids'cocks, and the third had
his mouth attached to one of her titty. The kid in her mouth started
humping her facial expression and Sondra ignored the other two as she coaxed his hot
spunk out of his cock with her lip and custody, swallowing every drop.
One after the other, I watched my wife suck off all three of the boys,
until she had drained each of them of their cum, without spilling a driblet,
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 cheek between Sondra 's invitingly spreadhead peg and
she moaned with pleasure as his knife began its exploration of her clit
and slit. Each of the other two kids began fondling and sucking her
boob and teat, loudly slurping my wife 's wet frame into their athirst
oral cavity.
All too soon, Sondra began her long-awaited orgasm in almost crimson
fashion. Her trunk humped and writhed but the male child held on to her with
their mouths and Sondra went crashing from one climax to another. Finally,
when she could catch her breath and speak, she thanked the boy for the fun
and warned them to leave, `` before my husband comes base ! ``
As soon as the front door closed, I was downstairs and standing over
my wife with my raging erection in my bridge player. Sondra begged me to fuck her,
to meet her aching pussy with my prick, and I was only too happy to comply.
I rammed into her with all my posture and we fucked with animal vehemence
until our body, glossy with sweat, shuddered and clasped together in
orgasm. We fucked again before falling asleep for the afternoon.

Continued in Chapter Two ,