vacation DOES N'T enumeration


Chapter One
The cottage

shoemaker's last year, I was recruited by a large international party based in
London. The package that they offered me was too ripe to plough down, and
one of the most pleasant privilege was a working tour of the refuge it
owned and managed. My wife, Sondra, was thrilled at the outlook and we
lined up her parents to watch the fry for the five week trip.
Sondra and I have been married for fourteen yr, and have three
Kyd, Jessica ( 12 ), Todd ( 9 ), and mike ( 6 ). We are both 34 and fight the
engagement against aging, with Sondra winning in spectacular fashion. At 5'4 ''
Sondra carries a hard, firm consistency with beautiful pegleg, a slopped ass, reduce
waist and absolutely tremendous, large, mellow, round chest on a hone 108
dog pound frame. Always the arrant `` lady, '' bordering on `` twee and proper, '' I
was looking forward to seeing her in the tiny two-piece and revealing one-
piece bathing case she had purchased for our slip. I had especially
enjoyed closely examining the resultant role of her major `` bikini-wax '' treatment,
that left only a short, nail down `` Mohawk '' of auburn hair around her pink
pussylips.
The showtime leg of our hitch took us to the Caribbean for closure on
several islands. Our number 1 fitting was in a beautiful beach bungalow,
with all the luxuries one could ask for. My duties were light, consisting
of being introduced to the management faculty and attending a few stage business
encounter, and Sondra spent her free time sunning and shopping.
On the third day, I returned to the cottage to find Sondra putting on
quite an erotic appearance for four college cat, 18 or 19 geezerhood old, who were on
natural spring Break and staying at the cottage next to ours. I had entered the
theater from the front ( which was the indorsement story in the back ) and, as I
walked out on to the deck, the sight before me froze me in my tracks. To
my utter surprisal and unbelief, 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 level, I could see four son avidly staring through
the separating fencing at my wife 's succulent good luck charm. What I did n't cognise, but
soon found out, was that Sondra was cognizant of her audience. I faded back
out of obvious tidy sum to watch.
Soon, Sondra sat up in the chaise, facing the son, and began to
smooth suntan lotion on her raw organic structure. She glistened in the sun from the
oil, and I watched her slowly rub the stuff all over her boastfully breasts and
strong nipples, down over her flat stomach and on to and between her thigh.
Over the adjacent hour, Sondra turned several metre, making certainly her audience
saw all of her, and once more rubbed her thorax with the lucky oil.
My peter had been rock hard for the hr, and now I started to lightly
caress it. I think it was only peer force per unit area keeping the boys from doing
the same.
Finally, Sondra stood and stretched, and then turned her back to the
male child and bent at the waist to foot up her towel, giving them the perfect tense
shot of her cunt and anus. She walked over to the outside exhibitioner and
began the most sensuous shower imaginable, lathering up her magnificent
body and caressing her teat and snatch.
As she dried herself, I zipped up in time to conform to her as she entered
the cottage. She was storm to see me home and immediately looked
guilty. I took her into my arms 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 delight fuck me ? Right now ? ``
We fucked there, on the storey, with Sondra getting lost in her acute
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 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 confessedly and went on to allow that,
other than actually making love with me, she had never been more sexually
excited in her living. I told her the tidy sum 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 strong inhibitions.
And then I said the crucial words that changed our spousal relationship, `` Besides,
dearest, we 're on holiday, and what happens on vacation does n't count when
you get back to the ` real existence .'''

That night, after dinner, Sondra and I were cruising the main shopping
and nightclub landing strip and went into a beer joint advertising a wet T-shirt
contest to attract in all the college guys on shift.
The place was packed and too loud to babble out, and the emcee was working
the crew, 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 limelight on
her and began coercing her to join in the festivities and `` show the son
what a real char looked like. '' The crowd was behind him one hundred
percent, and it was obvious he was n't going to direct `` no '' for an answer.
Sondra looked across the table at me and I could see the fervor
sparkling in her beautiful K middle and I nodded.
Sondra and nine college coeds disappeared into the rachis and reappeared
wearing thin, white, cotton tee shirt. Their nipples were easily visible
through the slim fabric. They paraded across the bantam stage and Sondra
looked spectacular in the t-shirt, unawares denim skirt and high heels,
holding her own against the unseasoned girls.
Finally, to the roaring blessing of the crowd, the wetting began and
the women might as well have been naked from the waistline up. There were good
consistence, and then there were capital organic structure, and the competition was obviously
between Sondra and two early young lady. 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 fille stripped off their wet
shirts and bounced their raw mammilla in the faces of their appreciative
hearing. Not to be outdone, Sondra ripped the wet cotton off her breast
and proudly displayed her wonderful titty to the Brigham Young gang.
Unfortunately, Sondra lost out to a co-ed with even gravid tits and a
secure tan. As the succeeder was being crowned, the guys helped the womanhood
down from the bar and there were a lot of barren feels going on. The band
started up again, and I watched in astonishment as my wife joined a few of the
other lady friend and trip the light fantastic toe topless among the concourse of steamy guys ! Being the
'' old lady '' of the crowd 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 bunch and after about an hour,
reappeared at my table. She was still naked from the shank up, out of
breath, and the finger marks on her breast 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 weigh 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 threshold and back to our cottage. We
had gone only a few metrical foot down the street when Sondra stopped and looked
into my eyes.
`` I 'll never make it back home. Follow me ! ``
We stepped into a grim skittle alley between two buildings. Sondra hang over
to tip on a trashcan and hiked her tight bird up over her hips. Her
white panty looked like they were glowing in the dark.
I opened my zipper and pulled out my hard shaft. I was more than set up
to get it on this hot piece of ass before me.
`` Now, Justin ! ass me ! Either rip my scanty off or fuck me flop
through them ! I need a prick inside me, now ! ``
Turned on by the spontaneity and raw sex of the consequence, I
roughly clawed my finger into the subdued material and ripped them unfold for
my attack. Sondra moaned, and then moaned again, as I buried my prick up
to my musket ball into her hot snatch on the starting time shot. The act was no more
than rutting -- two hot puppet throwing themselves at and into each
early 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 farseeing, brawny squirt. My knees weakened, my external respiration was
ragged, my fingers and toes were cramping into smashed curls.
Sondra stood up and looked at me. She ripped off the remaining
strand of her scanty and wiped my cock clean. She smiled as she reached
her hand under her bird and brought her wet finger's breadth to her sass. She
tasted our juices.
`` That was n't bad, alien. Are you in town long ? ``

The future daybreak, after I returned from my confluence, Sondra told me to
go up into the loft because she was going to examine me to see if I meant what
I said about vacations the day before.
She then called the boys in the nextdoor cottage and asked if one of
them could bring over the room service menu, as she had lost ours. When
the buzzer rang, she slipped on her shortstop, white satin robe, through
which her arduous nipples were clearly visible.
To Sondra 's obvious surprise, three boys stood at the doorway when she
opened it. She invited the three clean-cut, handsome boy in and thanked
them for the bill of fare. One of the boys remarked about it being a great approximation to
have a hottub in the livingroom, and that their cottage did n't have 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 body,
but Sondra opened the sash of her robe and let it settle to the floor, saying
that the hottub was made to be enjoyed naked.
The male child quickly fumbled out of their apparel, keeping their eyes
locked on Sondra 's raw body as she slipped into the swirling water.
When all four were in the water system, Sondra asked if any of them would
like their backbone rubbed. In brash reply, the most brazen of the three boys
reached over and filled his deal with my wife 's round of golf tits. Sondra
immediately filled her deal with the nearest hard cock, and the guy with
his hands all over her boob stood up, with his hard-on only inches from
Sondra 's back talk. My normally inhibited wife sucked the young guy 's cock into
her mouth, until her nose nestled in his wet pubic hair.
As she sucked, she jerked on one of the Kyd'cocks, and the third had
his mouth attached to one of her titmouse. The kid in her oral fissure started
humping her face and Sondra ignored the other two as she coaxed his hot
spunk out of his pecker with her lip and hands, swallowing every drop.
One after the former, I watched my wife 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 shock absorber.
One of the boys 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 nestling began fondling and sucking her
breasts and teat, loudly slurping my wife 's wet flesh into their hungry
mouths.
All too soon, Sondra began her long-awaited orgasm in almost vehement
fashion. Her body humped and writhed but the boys held on to her with
their lip and Sondra went crashing from one sexual climax to another. Finally,
when she could catch her breath and speak, she thanked the boys for the fun
and warned them to result, `` before my husband comes habitation ! ``
As soon as the front doorway closed, I was downstairs and standing over
my wife with my raging erection in my hand. Sondra begged me to make out her,
to fulfill her aching puss with my turncock, and I was only too felicitous to comply.
I rammed into her with all my strong point and we fucked with fauna ferocity
until our bodies, glossy with sweat, shuddered and clasped together in
climax. We fucked again before falling asleep for the afternoon.

Continued in Chapter Two ,