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Mrs. Anderson Plans a Vacation

By: Magna12



My sister's brother is in Mrs. Anderson's English language class for foreign students. He is the brother of my sister's husband. Dorian recently moved to America from his home in Greece, and he's now enrolled in English classes at the local university. 

His teacher is Mrs. Anderson, who is in her late forties. Mrs. Anderson has a very appealing look about her. But she dresses conservatively in a way that does not flatter her nice figure, and her hair style adds to an overall appearance of plainness. Teachers, after all, probably do not want to dress provocatively anyway. 

I met her when she visited my shop recently. 

My sister married in to a Greek family, which led to visits to Greece and more familiarity with Greek life and culture. Touring the ancient sites has been amazing, and even more eye popping were the sights on clothing optional Greek isle beaches. I'd heard of such things, but there's nothing like strolling among some exquisite naked ladies who were not shy about roving male eyes. 

After working in an office for too long, I decided to open my own small business that sold only vacation and beach wear and accessories. It was a gamble, but lucky for me there has been enough sales to provide an income and enough to spare for more travel to Greece to purchase inventory for my shop. 

One day in her English language class, Mrs. Anderson mentioned that she was going to vacation in Greece the next summer, and after class Dorian was eager to talk with her about her trip to his home country. He bragged about the sights and beaches, and Mrs. Anderson told him that she had reservations on one of the lovely Greek islands where she would enjoy the beach. 

Dorian assumed that Mr. Anderson would travel with her, but she told him, "Oh, no, this will be a trip with an old girlfriend of mine. We've always wanted to see Greece and especially to enjoy the islands." 

"Well then," Dorian replied, struggling a bit with his English, "you should visit the shop of my sisters' brother. He sells good clothes for tourists, and he gets them from Greece." 

She said, "I will do that. What is the name and address of his shop?"

That's how I met dear Mrs. Anderson. 

She came to my store and introduced herself at Dorian's teacher. "Oh," I said, "I've heard about you. He praises you so much."

She smiled and nodded.

Then I added, "But he did not tell me that you were not only wise but also so beautiful."

She blushed at my comment and laughed slightly. I must admit that standing there in a loose fitting dress with a sweater and glasses, and her hair straight and only combed to one side, Mrs. Anderson did not look like a beauty. But certain things were obvious. Her cheek bones were exquisite. Her eyes sparkled. Her smile lit up her face. Although the dress concealed her bust and waistlines, I could see that she had shapely calves. 

"What may I do for you?" I asked.

Mrs. Anderson told me about her upcoming trip, and she was interested in beachwear, a good pair of sunglasses, and wanted to browse my shop.

"Be my guest," I told her. "Will you be traveling alone?"

She told me about her girlfriend and that her husband just was not interested in a trip to Greece.

On the walls of my shop I have posters of Greek vacation scenes and of the beaches. Toward the back of the store, near the bathing suits, there are two posters that promote nude beaches. Neither are overly provocative, but one has a photo of a naked couple from the read, male and female, standing and looking out to white sand and the azure sea. I casually watched Mrs. Anderson as she walked toward that direction, and she did stop and stare at the posters for a few moments. 

Some customers see those posters and inquire about clothing optional beaches in Greece, and I'm happy to tell them what I know. As you might imagine, women are a bit shy about asking such things, but a few have. Often, I'm not sure if they want to know so they can avoid those beaches or if they want to find those beaches and for once in their lives present their nudity for the world to see. After all, if we were among strangers, many a woman and many a wife might feel inspired to show off their charms. 

After a walk through my shop, Mrs. Anderson stopped to ask me, "I like some of these suits, but I have to run along now. May I stop by tomorrow? And what is your policy about trying on bathing suits?"

Legally, you cannot try on a bathing suit over bare naked skin, but when a lady such as Mrs. Anderson asks, I have my own policy, "Oh, we'd be happy to see you again, and you may try on suits in our fitting room. These bathing suits are actually tailored to fit you. They're not simply sized, and we can handle alterations for you."

"How interesting," she said, "bathing suits I've bought before never fit me right, and I had no idea that suits could be tailored. See you tomorrow."

My mind was spinning. "What have we here?" I wondered. Was this a plain and simple tourist, or was this a wife who might allow herself some liberties in public? Just the thought of this plain wife letting her libido out of the closet among strangers caused my pants to tent. 

After her classes the next day, Mrs. Anderson once again came to my store. 

"Hi," I greeted her, "are you ready to make some selections?"

"I hope so," she said, and she walked around the store among the racks of one and two-piece bathing suits. She took a few with her and walked into the dressing room area. My shop has two dressing rooms and a central tailoring station. 

As she shut the door, I called out, "Let me know if you want an opinion."

Luckily, there were no other customers in the store at the time, so I could devote my full attention to Mrs. Anderson. I listened as she unzipped her dress and enjoyed the sounds of a woman removing her garments. I spoke to her through the door, "Which island are you visiting?"

When she replied, I told her, "Oh, that's my favorite. Those two posters in the back of my shop are from that island. It's famous for its fine beaches and even clothing optional ones." Then I added, "But if you were to go to one of those beaches, you'd put me out of business." We both laughed at that comment. 

A few moments later, I heard the dressing room door open. She must be in the tailoring area looking at herself in the mirrors. "May I see how it looks?" I asked.

She seemed timid when she replied, "Well, I guess so."

To my delight, there stood Mrs. Anderson in a one-piece suit, a very traditional suit, but finally I could see her entire body. Her chest was small, nothing major to report from up top, but her waist and hips were perfect, and her legs were amazing. Looking at her, I thought, "This is why I opened a store like this!" 

But, of course, I acted professionally and only said, "That is a lovely selection. We could make a few adjustments for your shape. But do you have others to try?" 

She did, and she vanished into the private room to change. Two minutes later, she came back out and modeled a stunning black one-piece, and I was treated to another view of her charms. 

"A word of advice," I offered. "Let's pretend you are wearing that suit on a perfect sunny day on a beach in Greece. Would strangers looking at you cause you to feel embarrassed, or do you feel confident?" 

Mrs. Anderson looked down at herself, then looked in the mirrors. She didn't know what to say. I decided to push the conversation to a new level. 

"Turn around, please," I asked. Mrs. Anderson turned slowly. "Now, please turn around again, but this time hold your arms out to the side, then turn again with your arms raised over your head." She did as I instructed. 

My eyebrows furrowed and my face had a look of concern. "What is it?" asked Mrs. Anderson. "Do you see something?"

"Well," I said, "I recommend that you also purchase a wrap or sarong you can wear while walking through the hotel lobby, you know, for more privacy. That will take care of the problem."

"What problem?" she wondered.

I was ready to begin my plan, but at this point I had no idea if it would go well or would end in disaster. Here's what I told her, "When you raised your arms, that has the effect of stretching the suit material taught, from your shoulders down to between your legs. We can see about adding something to conceal some visible hair 'down there' or we can try another solution."

It looked like the blood had drained from Mrs. Anderson's face. She didn't blush; she looked pale. I jumped back in before she could say anything, "This is a common problem, and I see it every day in my work here in the shop." 

Mrs. Anderson turned around and looked in the mirror. She raised her arms up and down and stared at her pussy. Sure enough, she could now see how her bushy pussy created not just a pronounced puffy zone down there but also some actual hairs were visible to the public. 

"Do you think I should shave?" she asked me. 

"Well, there are a range of choices," I happily replied. "A small trim would help. But it depends on a larger question."

"A larger question?" Mrs. Anderson asked.

"Yes, trimming is fine, but there are other options would be shaving or waxing." I could see that her head was spinning. "And the question is: How interested might you be, while there in Greece, to sunbathe without a bathing suit." 

Again, her silence spoke volumes. 

"Just so you know," I continued, "your island has one of the best nude beaches in the world, and many tourists take advantage of being among other strangers to, for once in their lives, actually go naked in public. Take it from me, I have tried it, and it is a wonderful feeling." 

Mrs. Anderson was nodding her head up and down, as if to say, "Yeah, I heard you, and I'm a little stunned about what you told me just now." But she said nothing. 

"It's up to you," I said, "just think about it, and you can decide later, when it's closer to your trip." 

Mrs. Anderson finally spoke, "OK, but let me try on this other suit."

In a few minutes, she came out wearing a two-piece. The suit was flattering, just as the others were, but this time even she remarked, "Oh goodness, look." 

When I looked, I saw that a little tuft of pussy hair was revealed above the pant, as well as the stray hairs at the legs. She said to me, "Golly, I see what you mean."

"Think about your options," I told her. "You can do something very simple, or you can prepare yourself for the vacation of your life." 

When I said that, I knelt down in the tailoring room, nearly eye level with her bikini bottom, and asked her, "If I may?"

I don't think she know what I meant or what I intended to do. She just knew that I had politely asked her, "If I may?" She did not say no, so I gently touched the sides of her hips where the bikini rested, then I allowed the tips of my fingers to slide very slightly under the waistband and pulled them up snug. The material stretched and outlined her pussy lips that were only inches from my eyes. 

I nodded and said, "I thought so," not because it meant anything but just to make her think that I had some plan to adjust the garment. 

Then I did the opposite. I slid the bikini bottom downward back to its original position, then lowered it a bit further. More silky pubic hair come into view as I approached the swell of her mons. I stopped, of course, but not before I saw the tiniest hint of the uppermost split of her pussy lips. I told her, "Your private area appears to be very robust and in need of some treatment before you travel. If you purchase beachwear from us, we also provide those services here in our shop." 

Mrs. Anderson was a big dazed. She could only respond, "I'll think about it. But what do you mean about services with a purchase?" 

"Oh," I said, "we have waxing and hair removal services. It's become so popular, and in this business we had to add the services." 

At that point, I back off and left Mrs. Anderson alone. She dressed and was soon out the door and on her way home. I had no idea if I'd see her again.

Mrs. Anderson Plans a Vacation Ch. 02



Before her vacation, Mrs. Anderson was pleased to find my shop where not only could she purchase excellent vacation and beachwear, but through my family connections in Greece I could also provide her with information to make her vacation better. 

During her first visit to my store, I detected that her marriage and personal situation might provide an opportunity for me to enjoy her charms. During her fitting session for a lovely new bathing suit I became forward in my language and actions, touching her and speaking about her body in ways that were just slightly on the safe side of alarming. 

I find it amazing how much a woman will allow me to do to her if she thinks of me as a clothing professional and tailor. Time after time, lovely ladies in my dressing rooms have freely allowed me to view them in states of undress. Truly, I chose wisely when I decided to quit accounting and to open this store.

A few days after her visit, Mrs. Anderson return with her travel mate, Mrs. Laidlaw. The two of them were planning a vacation to the Greek isles, and although both are married, this vacation would be just for the two of them. Their husbands evidently were too busy or too disinterested, and these two wives had always wanted to see the beautiful beaches and blue waters of Greece. 

"How do you do?" I spoke. "It's nice to see you again. And who is your friend?" 

Mrs. Anderson smiled. She was dressed in a sporty skirt and blouse, and I could already imagine how excited I would be to once again see undress. 

She introduced me to her friend, "This is my traveling friend, Mrs. Laidlaw." There beside Mrs. Anderson was a quite tall slim beauty with raven black hair. Her face was long and thin, attractive but not in a traditional way. When I say she was tall, I mean she was about six feet. 

I took Mrs. Laidlaw's hand and said, "How fortunate I am that Mrs. Anderson brought you today."

Mrs. Laidlaw smiled and spoke very softly, almost in a whisper. I began to suspect that she was quite shy. 

Already my mind was racing in anticipation of their shopping visit. Mrs. Anderson took her friend to the racks where she found the best selections. They browsed for a while before asking if they could try a few garments and suits. 

In the dressing room, I knocked on their doors and asked if they needed help. 

Mrs. Anderson called out, "In a second." But Mrs. Laidlaw did not speak. 

Out came Mrs. Anderson wearing the same suit as before. "I do like this one." 

I looked at her, stared down at her pussy region, then commented, "Of course, but there is that matter we discussed before." 

She said, "I've decided to take care of that." 

For a moment, I was disappointed, then she added, "Did you say you have people who can do it for me." 

My joy returned, "Yes, definitely. Right here in our shop." 

Just then Mrs. Laidlaw stepped out wearing a one piece suit that caused my jaw to drop. Her long long legs were shapely. Her waist was tiny. Her breasts were quite ample. Her face was a bit unusual, but to me she was a great beauty. 

I looked her up and down and said, "That is a perfect suit for you." I walked to her and turned her around, inspecting her shoulders and rump. Then I knelt in front of her, eye level with her pussy, and inspected her pubic region. Mrs. Laidlaw stepped backward in surprise. "Don't worry," I tried to assure her, "I'm checking for fit and for any embarrassing gaps and bodily hair." 

Mrs. Anderson spoke up, "Evidently, this is a place where you don't just buy a bathing suit. You also buy tailoring expertise." 

Mrs. Laidlaw took a deep breath and allowed me to stare closely at her, but she jumped back again when I tried to adjust the material covering her crotch. She didn't just jump but she started to laugh. Ticklish, I wondered? 

Every time I touched Mrs. Laidlaw, she would giggle. Her ticklishness only added to my pleasure at coaxing her to let me touch her and take very slight peeks at edges of her pubic region. To my delight, I saw no hair at all. My guess was that she had naturally sparse pussy hair. 

Little did they know that I was sporting some heavy lumber in my pants. My god, these two standing in bathing suits definitely gave me a big leaky dick. All ten inches were at full readiness, and I wondered what these two lovely wives would say if they could see what was hiding in my trousers. 

I took a deep breath, and said, "It's my opinion that the suits you've selected so far are perfect for you, but for modesty's sake I do recommend some degree of hair removal from the pubic region if you think it's needed." 

Mrs. Anderson spoke to her friend, "I've already decided to do that, but don't let me influence your decision." 

"Excellent," I said to Mrs. Anderson. "It would be best to make an appointment. Our services are available every day, but only by advance appointment. We have a range of hair removal and waxing services." 

Mrs. Laidlaw gave no indication of her intentions. I was very excited that Mrs. Anderson would soon let me shave her pussy, but now I was very excited about the prospect of seeing both of these wives on my waxing table. 

Also, I did not tell them that I would be doing the honors. 

I added, "The island you will visit in Greece is famous for its beauty and for its beaches. It also has one of the world's best clothing optional beaches. Nude sun bathing is very popular for European tourists who visit the island. You would feel very relaxed there if you decided to sunbathe even without these lovely bathing suits. Just bring an ample supply of sun block." 

I had tested Mrs. Anderson on that idea before, but I wanted Mrs. Laidlaw to hear about the nude beaches and to see her response. I wasn't surprised when she blushed and made a funny face. 

They made purchases, and Mrs. Anderson made and appointment for later in the month, just before they would travel to Greece. As they left, I called out to Mrs. Anderson, "Bring your suit for the appointment."

On the day she arrived, I made plans to close my store for that afternoon. I greeted Mrs. Anderson at the door, and escorted her to a room that was prepared for the occasion. It had padded exam table for the procedure, two nice comfy arm chairs, a sink and table for my equipment, and a screen for clients to use for dressing. 

I told her, "Take your time. Please change into your bathing suit and relax on the table."

In five minutes, I knocked then entered the room. Mrs. Anderson was reclining on the table dressed only in a bathing suit. "Shall we begin?" I asked.

At that moment, she realized that I would be the person doing the job. I could see the alarm on her face, but she said not a word. I continued to pretend to be the professional so that she would feel comfortable that she wasn't violating any of her own internal rules. 

I stood next to the table and hovered over her midsection. "Well," I began, "why don't you tell me what you would like to work on here?" 

Mrs. Anderson squirmed slightly on the table as I stared down directly at her pussy mound hidden under a thin layer of nylon. 

She asked, "What do you think is best?" 

I decided to play it careful because I had already decided that my goal was not just to see her pussy lips exposed and to shave her pussy. My goal was to fuck Mrs. Anderson. So I had all the time in the world. 

"Let's see," I said. And I ran my hands gently up the inside of her legs and then traced along either side of her suit. Then I used three fingers to very carefully and lightly push downward on her mons. Her puffy pussy hair and fleshy mons flexed, then sprang back to its original shape. I repeated this twice more, pretending to assess the needed work. 

Then I looked at her face, noted the hair color of her eyebrows, then looked back to her vaginal region where a few stray hairs were visible. "One problem you do not have is a mismatch between your natural hair color and your vaginal hair color. Sometimes that's an issue."

Mrs. Anderson said nothing. Her eyes were closed. 

"Let's try just some light trimming to start with," I said. "Would you prefer to keep the bathing suit on?" 

She hadn't expected to be stared at by a man, not quite like this, much less to answer such a question that would expose her nudity to someone she hardly knew. Mrs. Anderson struggled to speak, "I prefer to keep it on, if that's OK."

How cute, she asked if that would be OK. Well is most certainly was not OK with me, but my long term plan dictated that every step be taken with care and with her peace of mind.

"Of course," I told her, "just let me gather this material down here to I can do a better job." I pinched the fabric of her suit, drawing it together just above her vaginal lips. This exposed a great deal of her pubic hair on the sides and atop her slit. I could see everything except for her treasure trove. 

Mrs. Anderson squirmed slightly as I used an electric razor to clean off most of her pussy. I could only imagine what it would be like to do this to ticklish Mrs. Laidlaw. 

Next, I lathered her pubic bone and the side edges of her pussy and used a razor to carefully shave her. When done, I invited her to get up and look in the mirror. 

"Feel better?" I asked.

"I don't know if I feel better, but I agree that it looks better." 

I gave her two lotions to apply to the shaved region to restore moisture and to reduce any inflammation from the shaving. "Waxing is another option that removes the hair more fully and creates a very soft effect. Visually it is stunning. But so far what you have done is an improvement." 

Mrs. Anderson changed back into her street attire and met me at the cash register. I told her, "There's no charge for customers who purchase our clothing. It was my pleasure."

And boy was it ever my pleasure. A pleasure that I hoped was just starting. Little did Mrs. Anderson or Mrs. Laidlaw know, but I had purchased my plane ticket for Greece already, made my reservations at their beachfront place, and would see them there soon.



Mrs. Anderson Plans a Vacation Ch. 03



I was getting excited about finding Mrs. Anderson and Mrs. Laidlaw at the resort in Greece. I had never gone to such lengths to fulfill a fantasy, but these two wives were exquisite examples of their breed and worth the effort. 

Besides, I'd grown a bit weary of my usual pursuits of lovely wives. Sometimes it is too easy. I've kept in shape as I aged into my forties, and my hefty schlong has always been a handy door opener. Wives and husbands, too, advertise to find suitable males for discrete meetings, and those sessions plus word of mouth recommendations have provided me with an ample supply of pussy. 

But I must admit, that I have come to enjoy arranged sessions less, as pleasant as they are, and appreciate the free-range pursuit of a lovely mature wife. This would be first for me to make such a journey only for the purpose of surprising my new friends. I wasn't completely stupid. I knew that they might not be pleasantly surprised. So I tried to contain my expectations. 

A week before their trip, Mrs. Anderson stopped by my shop to thank me for my advice and to get my brother's contact information. I had told her to contact him should they have any troubles. Before she left, I pointed to the nude beach posters at the back of my shop and said, "Don't forget that you'll be in a place where you can be as free as you want." 

She laughed and replied, "We'll certainly be on the lookout for adventure, but we may be too old fashioned for that."

I smiled, "Old fashioned girls are the best, and there's no reason not to learn new things. In fact, visitors to the island are tourists from all over Europe, all strangers to each other, so what's to lose by letting yourself go a bit?" 

"We'll see," she said, slightly blushing. And Mrs. Anderson walked out of my store. 

My brother Dorian, had worked part time for resort owners on the island. One of his duties was to provide handsome young men for the beaches. As you can imagine, most of the tourists are older, and generally speaking the men do not look good in tiny bathing suits or nude. Their wives are another matter. 

Dorian has contacts among the local population, and he pays young men to spend time walking on the beaches or to play volleyball in the nude beach areas. The young men must be of legal age, of course, be fit and good looking, and, most importantly, they must have rather prominent penises, ones that can be seen from a distance as they flop around for the tourists to enjoy. 

I hoped that my friends Mrs. Anderson and the very lovely Mrs. Laidlaw would explore and find this part of the beach. 

Finally, the day arrived, and I boarded the flight to Athens, then on to the island. 

I checked in to the same hotel, but I did not want to find my friends too soon. My plan was to let them get acquainted with the area and be sure they felt comfortable. On the first morning, I watched from my balcony as they strolled to the beach and laid in the sun. The nude beach was a bit farther up the shoreline, and they did not go in that direction on the first day. 

The next day, I observed them again walking to the beach. This time, they went farther toward the adult bathing area. Curiously, I watched as they stopped and talked to each other. They continued in that direction, and I'm sure they saw the signs announcing that the beach was clothing optional. 

An hour later, I left my room and walked up the beach in that same direction. I was soon surrounded by mostly older men and women in various stages of dress and undress. Older women with floppy tits watched me as I passed them. Men with too much belly overhang paraded around naked. 

Occasionally there were younger and more fit bodies to look at. That's when I spotted Mrs. Anderson and Mrs. Laidlaw. They were reclining on towels but still in their bathing suits. 

I dodged behind them to stay out of their vision. Just as I was thinking about how what to do next, Mrs. Anderson reached up and released the straps of her bathing suit. Carefully, she lowered the top and released her lovely but petite breasts. From behind, I could not see them perfectly, but I was close enough to see that her nipples were unusually pointed, almost sharp.

Already, this was worth making the trip.

I watched to see if Mrs. Laidlaw would make a similar move, but she just lay there enjoying the sun and surf as Mrs. Anderson applied sun screen to her breasts. As she tweaked her nipples with the lotion I felt my courage growing.

I let her relax for a few minutes, then I called out, "Hello. Hello," as I strolled around and approached them from the side. 

Both women looked in my direction with their sunglasses as I waved and smiled at them. Immediately, Mrs. Anderson tried to cover her tits. 

As I got closer to them, I said, "Thinking about your trip made me decide to come and enjoy this wonderful place, too." 

They were obviously surprised, and I was concerned that they would react negatively and run away. But they just lay there as I came to stand a few feet from them both. The sight was delightful. Two well preserved and beautiful wives lying side by side in skimpy swim wear, and one doing her best to pretend that her nipples weren't showing. 

"I hope I am not surprising you too much," I said. "The island is so lovely, and I haven't been here for some time, so I decided to make the trip." They had not spoken. So I continued, "Do you mind if I put my towel over here?" pointing to a nearby patch of sand. 

Mrs. Anderson looked at Mrs. Laidlaw, then back to me, "No, help yourself." With their approval, I spread my towel and smiled at them. 

"How has your visit been so far?" I asked. 

Mrs. Anderson spoke for them, "We've just been her two days, and the hotel is perfect and the location is ideal."

"I see you've found my favorite beach," I told them.

Again, Mrs. Anderson spoke, "We just now got to this part. We were shy about it, but it's quite comfortable. There are only strangers here, as you had told me, so I felt free to sun bathe without my top. But I shouldn't with you here."

"Nonsense," I said, hoping that she would lower her hands and let me see her pointed nipples again. "You should feel free to do as you please. After all, you're on vacation." 

Carefully, and over the next few minutes, Mrs. Anderson did show me her tits. In fact, she showed them to anyone who cared to stare. I felt my cock uncoil and look for room to grow. 

I got to me feet and stepped over to stand at the foot of their towels. Both women looked up at me as I stared directly at Mrs. Anderson's adorable little puffies. 

"How about a swim?" I said. The water is warm this time of year. I pointed to my boxer style bathing trunks, and smiled. Then I pulled them down in front of these two wives revealing a banana sling garment that barely contained my package. My cock was covered in the black nylon but its size was on display to them. 

I turned and ran toward the surf, and just before the water, I stripped off the sling and dove naked in to the waves. The water was indeed warm and comfortable. As I bobbed in the ocean, I enjoyed the weightless feeling of my cock and balls floating under the waterline. I gave myself a few tugs to enlarge the equipment, and the warm water caused by ball sack to drop down another inch or two. 

In less than five minutes, I ran back out of the water and toward my towel and toward Mrs. Anderson and Mrs. Laidlaw. Running caused my dick to sway, slap and do a few helicopter whirls. The ladies' sunglasses were turned in my direction as I neared them. 

Paying no heed to my full nakedness and to my long thick cock, I grabbed a towel and patted my face and chest while the ladies stared. 

"I hope you don't mind," I said, "but it's such a joy, it feels so free, to be naked on a beach and with others, especially with such beautiful ladies as you two are." 

They laughed. And I laughed. But laughter only caused my dick to flop and twist for them. 

I laid on my towel, face up so that my cock and balls were in view, and enjoyed the warmth. I looked over at the women, and saw that Mrs. Laidlaw had removed her suit top and was displaying ample breasts with very prominent dark areolas. My cock oozed a drip of cum when I saw her tits. 

I turned on my side to face them and we talked a bit more, then I gathered my things to leave. I stood at the foot of their towels, enjoying their breasts and making small talk. As I did, at least one large bubble of cum oozed from my cock and made a long drip onto the sand. With their sunglasses on, I couldn't tell if they watched me drip. 

"Well, I'm back to my room for a shower," I told them. "Hope to see you again." And I left.

My plan was on track up to this point. I had no idea what might happen afterward, and I wasn't sure if they would be upset or unhappy or just the opposite. I decided to wait and see.

I relaxed in my room that afternoon. They I took dinner by myself in the hotel restaurant. The ladies were nowhere to be seen.



Mrs. Anderson Plans a Vacation Ch. 04



After dinner, I retired to my room, no knowing if my trip would be successful. Well, I had seen these lovely wives with their tops down, and that was certainly worth the effort. But, of course, I hoped for more. 

The evening wore on quietly, and then my phone rang. It was Mrs. Anderson. She got my number through the front desk. 

"Do you have plans for the evening?" she asked. 

"Nothing really," I answered. 

"Well, we were wondering if you'd like to join us for a drink." 

My hopes were soaring! "Yes, I think I can do that."

"Good, why don't you pick us up in my room, number 946, in about half an hour." 

I replied, "It would be my pleasure." 

What did this mean? Was I on the verge of seeing pussy tonight? Both of them? Or was this just a courtesy visit? Not knowing which it was, I decided to lower my expectations a bit. 

When I knocked on her door, Mrs. Anderson opened and invited me inside. To my great surprise, she was dressed only in her lingerie. I thought to myself, "Maybe she's still getting ready." 

Once inside her room, Mrs. Anderson asked me to relax in one of the easy chairs. I watched as she selected earrings and put them on, wearing only a bra and panties. But oddly, she was wearing high heels, too. 

"Mrs. Laidlaw is in the connecting room next door," she said. "I'll see if she's ready." 

She knocked on the door, the opened it. I could see that Mrs. Laidlaw was similarly dressed in just her lingerie. Their bras and tight fitting panties made the look more sexy than if they were nude. 

Mrs. Anderson walked to a counter and poured wine for the three of us. Mrs. Laidlaw entered the room, also in high heels, and took her glass. They served me and made a toast, "To Greece, to vacations, and to being free!" 

I stood beside them, and our glasses clinked. 

Mrs. Anderson spoke, "Today, you treated us to a view of you naked, and we both decided we are a little too shy to disrobe on the beach. But, we're more comfortable being naked here in our rooms. Won't you join us?"

My eyes widened. They were asking me to undress, right? Or was I dreaming? The ladies looked at each other then back at me, and Mrs. Anderson said, "Well?" 

In no time, I was removing my shoes and shirt and trousers. Underneath, I had only silk boxers. By the time I was down to the boxers, they were doing almost no good. My cock had grown to near capacity and was extended down into clear view while my balls swung free on the other side. As the wives look on, I took off the boxers, too. 

"Now," I said, "that does feel better," as I sipped my wine.

Mrs. Anderson reached around and unclasped her bra. Down it came to show those pencil point nipples atop her swells. She set down her wine glass and peeled down her panties. 

I was breathing hard as I took my first look at her pussy. The hair was just as I had prepared it, a narrow strip from the top of her lips but below just the puffy lips at the entrance to her pussy. 

Before I could react, Mrs. Anderson stepped behind her friend and unhooked Mrs. Laidlaw's bra. Once again, her larger breasts came into view with big dark nipples. Then Mrs. Anderson removed Mrs. Laidlaw's panties for her as she stepped out of them. Her jet black hair was matched by dark curls above her cleft but she appeared to be waxed down in her business zone. 

I refilled our glasses and said, "A toast. To wives on vacation!" 

Then Mrs. Anderson made herself clear with another toast, "To wives getting fucked by a big cock!" 

I smiled and enjoyed that sip of wine more than any I'd ever tasted. Both women watched my cock as it pumped itself larger and larger, anticipating the business at hand. Again, the pre-cum began to drip. 

The ladies were all about being fucked. In no time, they were on all fours on the bed with their backsides up in the air and their pussy slits parted for me to enter. I oiled my cock with lubricant and then placed a hand on each pussy slowly finding tracing their lips and locating their clits. I oiled my fingers and stood between them diddling each pussy, tickling their clits and running my slippery fingers up their lips to the assholes and back to the opening of their pussies. 

I decided that Mrs. Anderson should be first. Standing behind her, I approached and lifted my cockhead so that it kissed her parted lips. I intentionally let it miss her opening and slide forward, plowing her furrow, then back and up and over her ass. After a couple times, I pointed it directly at her pussy and proudly pushed into her about an inch. The thickness of my cock caused her to moan. 

Mrs. Laidlaw looked over at her friend as I began a long slow penetration of Mrs. Anderson. All the time, she was breathing hard and making sounds of pleasure and stress. I'm always careful to stretch a pussy but not to damage her. I began asking, "How is that?" "Can I go deeper?" and, "I can tell no one has been this far before, have they?" I like to get the wife to tell answer these questions. 

I didn't want Mrs. Laidlaw to feel neglected, so I told her, "You're next. I hope you are ready." 

After inserting my dick into Mrs. Anderson about half way, I withdrew and moved over to Mrs. Laidlaw. She was nervously panting. In a few moments, I was beginning the drilling process, and Mrs. Laidlaw was encouraging me, "You are three times the size of my husband." That only made me harder, which made it easier to push for greater depth in to her pussy. 

It was then that I heard a distinct sound. From the closet, I was sure I heard a sneeze or a cough. And that's when the entire affair got weird. 

I withdrew my cock from Mrs. Laidlaw and walked over to the closet. I opened the door. And inside was a man hiding. It was Mr. Anderson!

Mrs. Anderson rolled over on the bed and said, "Nathan, come out of there." 

Nathan? What the hell? 

Her husband had been watching us all the time and getting his jollies while his wife got screwed. I've met plenty of husbands who enjoy watching, and that's fine with me. But my gosh, where had this man been all this time? 

He was small and seemed older. His wife was certainly lovely and well preserved, but he was not. Mrs. Anderson ordered him to sit on the sofa and watch. I turned his wife around so that he could see my cock as it slid into her from behind. I made sure he knew that his wife was getting screwed by a big dick. With some effort, I finally was able to get my cock mostly inside her. She was as tight as could be. Nathan sat there pulling on his little pud while he watched. 

Then it dawned on me, "If Mrs. Anderson's husband was here, what about Mr. Laidlaw?" I looked at her, toying with her pussy and waiting for me to return to her. "So, is your husband here, too?" 

Mrs. Laidlaw looked at me and just nodded her head toward the door to her room. I walked over and looked inside. There tied to a chair, was a naked man, also a little wrinkled and older. "I told him that he must sit here while I got fucked by you," said Mrs. Laidlaw. 

I took her by the hand and into her room. I positioned myself directly in front of Mr. Laidlaw and sat on the bed with my cock standing straight up toward the ceiling. "Come here," I said to his wife. 

Mrs. Laidlaw walked to me. I positioned her facing her husband, then guided her downward so that she impaled herself on my cock. Her husband could see the full length of my dick as it slowly disappeared into his wife's pussy. I thought it was the least I could do for the poor guy. 

She settled all the way down then pistoned up and down at her own pace for her own pleasure. After a while, she got off and faced me. I stood and picked her up, then lowered her onto my cock while she was in my arms with her legs wrapped around me. We walked around the room and up very close to her hubby so he could see my cock buried deep inside his wife. 

Mrs. Anderson lay on the bed, and I switched to fuck her more with her legs wide apart and propped on my shoulders. This position allows for maximum penetration, and she was finally ready to try the full treatment. 

Mrs. Laidlaw laid next to her and lifted her legs for me. I switched to her for a while, then back and forth. 

I did my best to entertain the husbands as well as the wives. But after an hour or so, I was ready for a break. "Who wants my cum?" I asked.

The wives had thought this one out ahead of time. Mrs. Laidlaw guided me over to her husband and told him to suck me. I allowed him to nibble on the tip of my cock, then moved closer so he could suck more of me. He was quite good at this. And so eager! 

Then Mrs. Laidlaw said, "That's enough, Roger." She took my cock in her hand and stroked me with my cock just inches from her husband's face. 

"What are you going to do?" I asked her (knowing full well what was going to happen). "Are you going to make me cum in your husband's face?" When I said that, her husband groaned with pleasure, anticipating a cum bath. 

She gripped me tight, then gently, she toyed with me so expertly that I wondered how many cum baths she had given to Roger. Mrs. Anderson reached underneath and cupped my balls. Mrs. Laidlaw twisted my poll and pumped me like an expert. 

Finally, I felt I was past the point of no return. I was within a few seconds of exploding, but I concealed the fact that my cum was already moving to the exit door. Without warning a first blast of juice rocketed out of my dick and splashed onto Roger's face, then another and another. "Don't stop!" I told his wife. And she kept her tight grip moving up and down my shaft. I counted the spurts, "seven, eight, nine." And each time Roger got soaked. 

And I was done. 

Mrs. Laidlaw wiped my cum off her husband's face and used the slippery man juice to jack off Roger. He came with a huge groan, and I was happy that I helped him have such a satisfying climax. Meanwhile, Nathan just watched and smiled a little smile while his puny dick lay there limp. 

The next day, I returned to the nude beach. There were my friends, the Mrs. and the Mrs. Both were buck naked and enjoying the sun. I stripped and lay between them. Nathan and Roger were in sheltered sun chairs behind us. Other vacationers walked by and stole glances at the two lovely Americans with a smiling man between them, and were happy to be part of their holiday.