holiday DOES N'T count


Chapter One
The Cottage

lastly year, I was recruited by a big external party based in
London. The package that they offered me was too dear to ferment down, and
one of the most pleasant privilege was a working term of enlistment of the haunt it
owned and managed. My wife, Sondra, was thrilled at the aspect and we
lined up her parents to keep an eye on the kidskin for the five hebdomad trip.
Sondra and I have been married for fourteen years, and have three
kids, Jessica ( 12 ), Lord Todd ( 9 ), and Mike ( 6 ). We are both 34 and fight the
battle against aging, with Sondra winning in spectacular fashion. At 5'4 ''
Sondra carries a hard, house body with beautiful peg, a tight ass, slim
waist and absolutely marvelous, bombastic, high, rotund titty on a perfect tense 108
pound frame. Always the perfect `` gentlewoman, '' bordering on `` tight-laced and right, '' I
was looking forward to seeing her in the lilliputian two-piece and revealing one-
piece bathing causa she had purchased for our stumble. I had especially
enjoyed closely examining the results of her major `` bikini-wax '' treatment,
that left only a shortsighted, minute `` mohawk haircut '' of auburn whisker around her garden pink
pussylips.
The first gear leg of our enlistment took us to the Caribbean Sea for stops on
several islands. Our first accommodation was in a beautiful beach cottage,
with all the luxuriousness one could ask for. My duties were visible light, consisting
of being introduced to the direction staff and attending a few business
meeting, and Sondra spent her free sentence sunning and shopping.
On the third day, I returned to the cottage to find oneself Sondra putting on
quite an erotic display for four college bozo, 18 or 19 years old, who were on
Spring good luck and staying at the cottage side by side to ours. I had entered the
house from the front ( which was the second story in the back ) and, as I
walked out on to the deck of cards, the deal before me froze me in my tracks. To
my dead surprise and skepticism, my normally prudish wife was lying on the
chaise waiting room, sunbathing in the nude. Even more titillating, was the fact that
from my high advantage point, I could see four boys avidly staring through
the separating fence at my wife 's lucullan appeal. What I did n't recognise, but
soon found out, was that Sondra was aware of her consultation. I faded back
out of obvious lot to watch.
Soon, Sondra sat up in the chaise, facing the boys, and began to
shine tan application on her naked body. She glistened in the sun from the
oil, and I watched her slowly rub the stuff and nonsense all over her prominent breasts and
hard pap, down over her straight abdomen and on to and between her thighs.
Over the side by side hour, Sondra turned respective clip, making sure her audience
saw all of her, and once More rubbed her pectus with the lucky oil.
My cock had been rock voiceless for the 60 minutes, and now I started to lightly
caress it. I think it was only compeer insistency keeping the boy from doing
the same.
Finally, Sondra stood and stretched, and then turned her back to the
son and knack at the waist to pick up her towel, giving them the perfect
shot of her pussy and anus. She walked over to the exterior shower bath and
began the most sensuous shower imaginable, lathering up her magnificent
eubstance and caressing her nipples and cunt.
As she dried herself, I zipped up in metre to adjoin her as she entered
the bungalow. She was surprised to see me dwelling and immediately looked
guilty. I took her into my arms and told her I had enjoyed her performance
on the terrace. 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 story, with Sondra getting lost in her intense
orgasm, 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 son 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 true and went on to acknowledge that,
other than actually making love with me, she had never been more sexually
excited in her life. I told her the peck of her nude and fondling
herself in front of early 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 of the essence give-and-take that changed our wedding, `` Besides,
Dear, we 're on holiday, and what happens on vacation does n't look when
you get back to the ` real human race .'''

That dark, after dinner, Sondra and I were cruising the main shopping
and nightclub cartoon strip and went into a beer joint advertising a wet T-shirt
contest to draw in all the college guys on gap.
The place was packed and too loud to talk, and the emcee was working
the crowd, trying to get the girls up on stage and into tee shirt. When he
spotted Sondra, all segmentation in her halter-top, he brought the spotlight on
her and began coercing her to join in the festivities and `` show the boys
what a genuine fair sex looked like. '' The crowd was behind him one hundred
percent, and it was obvious he was n't going to take `` no '' for an solution.
Sondra looked across the table at me and I could see the excitement
sparkling in her beautiful green eyes and I nodded.
Sondra and nine college coeds disappeared into the back and reappeared
wearing lean, white, cotton T-shirt. Their nipple were easily visible
through the thin material. They paraded across the lilliputian phase and Sondra
looked spectacular in the t-shirt, abruptly blue jean skirt and high heels,
holding her own against the younger girl.
Finally, to the roaring approving of the crew, the wetting began and
the women might as well have been naked from the waist up. There were near
torso, and then there were great bodies, and the competition was obviously
between Sondra and two other missy. I watched the mother of my children
strutting up and down the bar, jiggling her titty at the crowd, 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 naked mamilla in the faces of their appreciative
audience. Not to be outdone, Sondra ripped the wet cotton plant off her bureau
and proudly displayed her wonderful breasts to the young crowd.
Unfortunately, Sondra lost out to a college girl with even prominent tits and a
dear tan. As the success was being crowned, the hombre helped the women
down from the bar and there were a lot of absolve feels going on. The banding
started up again, and I watched in astonishment as my married woman joined a few of the
other girls and trip the light fantastic toe topless among the throng of ruttish guys ! Being the
'' old lady '' of the gang certainly did n't affect her popularity as I watched
the men jostle each former to get succeeding to her.
She disappeared into the gyrating crew and after about an hour,
reappeared at my table. She was still naked from the waist up, out of
breathing place, and the finger marks 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 make love
and pretty soon, it wo n't matter to me with whom ! ``
I took off my outer shirt and she casually put her branch in it, but
did n't button it. We then headed out the doorway and back to our cottage. We
had gone only a few foundation down the street when Sondra stopped and looked
into my eyes.
`` I 'll never wee-wee it back family. Follow me ! ``
We stepped into a sorry back street between two buildings. Sondra bent over
to tilt on a trashcan and hiked her tight skirt up over her hips. Her
white scanty looked like they were glowing in the dark.
I opened my zip fastener and pulled out my hard cock. I was more than ready
to fuck this hot piece of ass before me.
`` Now, Justin ! Fuck me ! Either rip my pantie off or make love me right
through them ! I need a cock inside me, now ! ``
Turned on by the spontaneity and raw sexuality of the moment, I
roughly clawed my fingers into the soft material and ripped them unfold for
my approach. Sondra moaned, and then moaned again, as I buried my prick up
to my balls into her hot cunt on the number 1 stroke. The act was no more
than rutting -- two hot creatures throwing themselves at and into each
other because they could n't take another breath until their coupling was
done.
When I came, it was an explosion. I could palpate my cum squirt out of
my cock in prospicient, powerful spurts. My knees weakened, my breathing was
ragged, my fingers and toes were cramping into closely curls.
Sondra stood up and looked at me. She ripped off the remaining
strands of her panties and wiped my prick clean. She smiled as she reached
her handwriting under her doll and brought her wet finger's breadth to her rima oris. She
tasted our juices.
`` That was n't bad, stranger. Are you in town long ? ``

The next sunup, 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 son in the nextdoor cottage and asked if one of
them could bring over the room service card, as she had lost ours. When
the doorbell rang, she slipped on her shortstop, white satin gown, through
which her hard teat were clearly visible.
To Sondra 's obvious surprise, three boys stood at the doorway when she
opened it. She invited the three clean-cut, liberal boys in and thanked
them for the bill of fare. One of the boys remarked about it being a great idea to
have a hottub in the livingroom, and that their cottage did n't have one at
all.
Sondra smiled and invited the son to use the Jacuzzi with her. The
boys thanked her and said that they would be right back in their luggage compartment,
but Sondra opened the window sash of her gown and let it fall to the storey, saying
that the hottub was made to be enjoyed naked.
The boy quickly fumbled out of their apparel, keeping their oculus
locked on Sondra 's nude trunk as she slipped into the swirling water.
When all four were in the body of water, Sondra asked if any of them would
like their back rubbed. In brash answer, the most brazen of the three boy
reached over and filled his mitt with my married woman 's round tits. Sondra
immediately filled her hand with the closest severe cock, and the guy with
his men all over her tits stood up, with his erection only inches from
Sondra 's backtalk. My normally inhibited wife sucked the young guy 's shaft into
her oral fissure, until her nose nestled in his wet pubic hair.
As she sucked, she jerked on one of the kids'peter, and the third had
his mouth attached to one of her titty. The kid in her mouthpiece started
humping her human face and Sondra ignored the former two as she coaxed his hot
spunk out of his rooster with her oral fissure and hands, swallowing every drop.
One after the early, I watched my married woman suck off all three of the son,
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 cushion.
One of the boys buried his face between Sondra 's invitingly diffuse legs and
she moaned with pleasure as his knife began its exploration of her clit
and cunt. Each of the other two shaver began fondling and sucking her
boob and mamilla, loudly slurping my wife 's wet flesh into their hungry
mouthpiece.
All too soon, Sondra began her long-awaited sexual climax in almost vehement
way. Her body humped and writhed but the son held on to her with
their mouths and Sondra went crashing from one orgasm to another. Finally,
when she could catch her breathing time and speak, she thanked the son for the fun
and warned them to leave, `` before my husband comes home base ! ``
As soon as the front door closed, I was downstairs and standing over
my wife with my raging erection in my deal. Sondra begged me to make love her,
to fill her aching pussy with my stopcock, and I was only too well-chosen to follow.
I rammed into her with all my long suit and we fucked with sensual wildness
until our eubstance, slipperiness with sweat, shuddered and clasped together in
climax. We fucked again before falling asleep for the afternoon.

Continued in Chapter Two ,