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                             VACATION DOESN'T COUNT

                            (Another Hot Wife Tale)
                                 By J. BOSWELL

      Last year, I was recruited by a large international company based in
London.  The package that they offered was too good to turn 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 prospect and we lined up her
parents to watch the kids for the five week trip.

      Sondra and I have been married for fourteen years, and have three kids,
Jessica (12), 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, firm body with beautiful legs, a tight ass, slim waist and
absolutely marvelous, large, high, round breasts on a perfect 110 pound frame.
Always the perfect "lady," bordering on "prim and proper," I was looking
forward to seeing her in the tiny bikinis and revealing one-piece bathing suits
she had purchased for our trip.  I had especially enjoyed closely examining the
results of her major "bikini-wax" treatment, leaving only a short, narrow
"Mohawk" of auburn hair around her pink pussylips.

      The first leg of our tour took us to the Caribbean for stops on several
Islands.  Our first accommodation was in a beautiful beach cottage, with all
the luxuries one could ask for.  My duties were light, consisting of being
introduced to the management staff and attending a few business meetings, 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 show for four college guys, 18 or 19 years old, who were on
Spring Break and staying at the cottage next 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, the sight before me froze me in my tracks.  To my utter surprise
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
vantage point, I could see four boys avidly staring through the separating
fence at my wife's lush charms.  What I didn't know, but soon found out, was if
Sondra was aware 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 lotion on her naked body.  She glistened in the sun from the oil, and I
watched her slowly rub the stuff all over her large breasts and hard nipples,
down over her flat stomach and on to and between her thighs. Over the next
hour, Sondra turned several times, making sure her audience saw all of her, and
once more rubbed her chest with the lucky oil.

      My cock had been rock hard for the hour, 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 boys
and bent at the waist to pick up her towel.  She walked over to the outside
shower and began the most sensuous shower imaginable, lathering up her
magnificent body and caressing her nipples and cunt.

      As she dried herself, I zipped up in time to meet her as she entered the
cottage.  She was surprised 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.

      "Michael, will you please fuck me?  Right now?"

      We fucked there, on the floor, 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 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 true 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 strong inhibitions.

      And then I said the crucial words that changed our marriage, "Besides,
Dear, we're on vacation, and what happens on vacation doesn't count when you
get back to the `real world.'"

      That night, after dinner, Sondra and I were cruising the main shopping
and nightclub strip and went into a beer joint advertising a wet T-shirt
contest, to draw in all the college guys on break.

      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 t-shirts.  When he spotted
Sondra, all cleavage 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 real
woman looked like."  The crowd was behind him one hundred percent, and it was
obvious he wasn't going to take "no" for an answer. 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 thin, white, cotton t-shirts.  Their nipples were easily visible
through the thin material.  They paraded across the tiny stage and Sondra
looked spectacular in the t-shirt, short denim skirt and high heels, holding
her own against the younger girls.

      Finally, to the roaring approval of the crowd, the wetting began and the
women might as well have been naked from the waist up.  There were good bodies,
and then there were great bodies, 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 breasts at the crowd, showing them off in the
now-transparent shirt.

      To my surprise, one and then more of the girls stripped off their wet
shirts and bounced their naked tits in the faces of their appreciative
audience.  Not to be outdone, Sondra ripped the wet cotton off her chest and
proudly displayed her wonderful breasts to the young crowd.

      Unfortunately, Sondra lost out to a co-ed with even bigger tits and a
better tan.  As the winner was being crowned, the guys helped the women down
from the bar and there were a lot of free feels going on.  The band started up
again, and I watched in amazement as my wife joined a few of the other girls
and danced topless among the throng of horny guys!  Being the "old lady" of the
crowd certainly didn't affect her popularity as I watched the men jostle each
other to get next to her.

      She disappeared into the gyrating crowd and after about an hour,
reappeared at my table.  She was still naked from the waist up, out of breath,
and the finger marks on her breasts were obvious.  She was smiling a huge grin.

      "Michael, you have to get me out of here, NOW!  Because I want to fuck
and pretty soon, it won't matter to me with whom!"

      I took off my outer shirt and she casually put her arms in it, but didn't
button it.  We then headed out the door and back to our cottage.  We had gone
only a few feet down the street when Sondra stopped and looked into my eyes.

      "I'll never make it back home.  Follow me!"

      We stepped into a dark alley between two buildings.  Sondra bent over to
lean on a trashcan and hiked her tight skirt up over her hips.  Her white
panties looked like they were glowing in the dark.

      I opened my zipper and pulled out my hard cock.  I was more than ready to
fuck this hot piece before me.

      "Now, Michael!  Fuck me!  Either rip my panties off or fuck 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 open for my attack.  I
buried my prick up to my balls into Sondra's hot cunt on the first stroke.  The
act was no more than rutting -- two hot creatures throwing themselves at and
into each other because they couldn'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 long, powerful spurts.  My knees weakened, my breathing was ragged, my
fingers and toes were cramping into tight curls.

      Sondra stood up and looked at me.  She ripped off the remaining strands
of her panties and wiped my cock clean.  She smiled as she reached her hand
under her skirt and brought her wet fingers to her mouth.  She tasted our
juices.

      "That wasn'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 loft because she was going to test 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 ferry schedule, as she had lost ours.  When the doorbell
rang, she slipped on her short, white satin robe, through which her hard
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 schedule.  One of the boys remarked about it being a great idea to have
a hottub in the livingroom, and that their cottage didn'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 trunks, but Sondra
opened the sash of her robe and let it fall to the floor, saying that the
hottub was made to be enjoyed naked.

      The boys quickly fumbled out of their clothes, 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 back rubbed.  In brash reply, the most brazen of the three boys reached
over and filled his hands with my wife's round tits.  Sondra immediately filled
her hand with the nearest hard cock, and the guy with his hands 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 mouth, 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 tits.  The kid in her mouth started humping
her face and Sondra ignored the other two as she coaxed his hot spunk out of
his cock with her mouth and hands, 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 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 boys buried his face between Sondra's invitingly spread legs and she moaned
with pleasure as his tongue began its exploration of her clit and cunt.  Each
of the other two kids began fondling and sucking her breasts and nipples,
loudly slurping my wife's wet flesh into their hungry mouths.

      All too soon, Sondra began her long-awaited orgasm in almost violent
fashion.  Her body humped and writhed but the boys held on to her with their
mouths and Sondra went crashing from one orgasm to another.  Finally, when she
could catch her breath and speak, she thanked the boys for the fun and warned
them to leave, "before my husband comes home!"

      As soon as the front door closed, I was downstairs and standing over my
wife with my raging erection in my hand.  Sondra begged me to fuck her, to fill
her aching pussy with my cock, and I was only too happy to comply. I rammed
into her with all my strength and we fucked with animal ferocity until our
bodies, slick with sweat, shuddered and clasped together in orgasm.  We fucked
again before falling asleep for the afternoon.

      The next day we caught a short Island-hopping flight to our next
port-of-call.  It was the opposite of our little cottage.  This time, we were
staying at a very posh, high-rise resort.

      After checking out the view from our room, which overlooked the huge
pool, Sondra unpacked, stripped and donned only her bikini bottoms and went out
onto the balcony.  She stretched, letting the sun warm her skin, and I'm sure
more than a few people at the pool had an opportunity to observe that she has a
magnificent set of tits.  I stepped out on to the balcony with her, just as the
man from the next suite did.  He introduced himself to us and offered us a
beer.  His name was Brian and when he returned he couldn't take his eyes off
Sondra's chest as we talked.

      After a few minutes, Brian's wife, Janet, joined us on the balcony. She
was wearing a conservative one-piece bathing suit and her mouth literally fell
open when she saw Sondra.  She regained her composure and emphatically informed
us that, as far as she knew, it wasn't a topless resort.

      Each couple sat at their own table on the balcony, separated only by a
low, thin railing, and continued talking.  As Brian and Janet watched, Sondra
began to apply her suntan lotion.  She squeezed it onto her hands and rubbed it
on her arms, legs, stomach, and finally on her breasts.  She was watching the
expressions on the faces of our new neighbors, as she applied it to her bare
tits and ran her oily fingers over her nipples until they were hard and
sticking straight out.  Janet pulled Brian out of his chair and said they had
to get ready for lunch.  We waved good-bye and Brian smiled and said he hoped
he'd see us again, soon; but we didn't see him or Janet again.  We think they
either left or had their room changed.

      Coming in from the balcony, Sondra asked me if the scene had excited me.
I answered her by pulling her down onto the bed and making love.

      Both at the pool and on the beach, no one was topless, so over the next
few days, Sondra learned how to wear her suits to her best advantage. She would
tie it very loosely so in the surf or when she dove into the pool it would
occasionally, "accidentally" fall off.  When she was sunning herself, she would
take it off completely as she laid on her stomach, but would often prop herself
up on her elbows.  Sondra went to the pool area alone while I enjoyed watching
from the balcony.  She became quite popular and every time she arrived on the
scene, she drew a crowd of lookers.

      Finally, on the morning of our last full day on that Island, as she lay
topless on a towel not far from the balcony, a man sat down next to her, hoping
for a better view.  Sondra started trying to put some oil on her back when the
guy asked if he could help her.  Sondra raised herself up on her elbows,
letting the sides of her breast become exposed, and then handed him her oil. He
started on her back and legs and then proceeded to her shoulders and sides. I
could see his hands brushing the sides of my wife's hanging tits, and she
didn't flinch.  Instead, Sondra raised up even more and leaned on her left
side, placing her right hand behind her.  In that pose, she was giving him (and
me) a perfect, up-close view of her naked breasts.

      Sondra smiled up at the stranger, "I think you missed a spot or two."

      She stayed in that position as he blatantly stared and continued to oil
her shoulder.  She looked down at her chest and asked him to put some oil in
his hand.  He did, and Sondra cupped his hand on her breast, smearing the oil
into her skin.

      He then took her nipple between his finger and thumb and squeezed it. I
could hear Sondra gasp, and then she smiled at him and rolled over onto her
back, exposing both breasts.  In a second, the guy was feeling her slippery
tits with both hands.  I could tell Sondra was getting really excited, but
other people began arriving in the area and Sondra turned back onto her
stomach.

      I decided to join them.  Sondra introduced me to Bill.  He was about 45,
still well-built, graying and ruggedly handsome, a corporate bigwig and on
vacation with his wife, who was on a shopping excursion for the day. All three
of us sat around talking the morning away as Sondra repeatedly, teasingly
exposed herself.

      Around noon, I invited Bill to join us in our suite for lunch.  Sondra
was all for the idea, and off we went.  Once in the suite, Sondra said she
wanted to shower off some of the suntan lotion while I made drinks and ordered
roomservice.  After the food arrived, Sondra rejoined us, combing her wet hair
and wearing only a short towel wrapped around her waist.  Both Bill and I
commented on how lovely she looked and on the nice, even tan she was getting.
Bill didn't act embarrassed or surprised at seeing Sondra topless, so who was I
to make a fuss over it?

      During lunch, neither Bill nor I could take our eyes of my wife's
luscious tits.  Once, when I stood to make us more drinks, I could not resist
bending down in front of Sondra and sucking one of her delicious nipples into
my mouth, right in front of our new friend!  Bill laughed and said that must be
dessert.

      Sondra just smiled a big grin and said, "Maybe."

      We were out of ice, so I told the two of them that I would be right back.
I left the door slightly ajar, so I could sneak a look before re-entering.

      When I returned with the ice, I peeked in to see Bill bent over Sondra
and sucking on a nipple, exactly as I had done a few minutes before. Sondra was
feeling his cock beneath his swimtrunks with her right hand as her left hand
cupped her breast for his hungry mouth.

      Bill reach down and dropped his trunks, exposing his large erection. He
held it in front of him, eye-level with Sondra.  Sondra grabbed it with her
left hand and stroked it, and then lightly touched it with her tongue. She wet
her lips and then slid the head of his cock into her mouth.  She kept stroking
the length of it with her hand, guiding as much of it as she could into her
slurping mouth, while at the same time, playing with his balls with her other
hand.  Bill put his hands on each side of her head and pulled her back and
forth on his prick, fucking her mouth.

      Sondra started to speed up and I could tell Bill was getting ready to
shoot his load.  Sondra grabbed his cock in both of her hands and squeezed as
he erupted into her mouth.  She continued sucking as his flood of cum dripped
down her chin and on to her tits.  He let her continue until his cock was limp,
and then he pulled his trunks up and kissed her on the mouth.

      I then made some noise as I re-entered the room, telling them I had to go
up three floors to find the ice.  Bill stepped over to the bar to make a drink,
and as he did, I bent down to kiss Sondra and lifted Bill's cum from her tit on
my finger.  Sondra smiled and sucked my sticky finger into her mouth.

      The afternoon progressed and the drinking continued and the flirting
became more obvious.  I dug out the camera and said I wanted to get a picture
of Sondra and Bill.  Sondra immediately sat on Bill's lap, letting her towel
fall to the floor as she did.  After a couple of poses, things started to
really loosen up and I continued taking pictures as Bill's hands covered
Sondra's breasts, and Sondra cupped her tits up to Bill's mouth, until,
finally, Sondra said she wanted everyone naked for some "porno" shots.

      As Sondra was sucking my cock for one picture, I couldn't hold back any
longer, and Bill snapped off a couple as I filled my wife's mouth with my hot
cum.  Right after that, Bill mounted Sondra doggie-style and I snapped away as
he plowed away in my wife's pussy.  The three of us took pictures in every
imaginable position until we were out of film and the suite was strewn with the
polaroids.

      Bill called his wife, telling her he found an all-night poker game, and
by the time we had finished roomservice dinner, we were exhausted and fell
asleep.  I woke up at 1:00 a.m. to the sounds of moaning and groaning, and
found Bill and Sondra fucking their brains out next to me in the bed. I waited
until they were through and then took my turn for sloppy seconds in my wife's
cunt.

      Sondra and I were still in bed the next morning while Bill showered and
dressed to leave.  When he was ready, Sondra called him over to the bed for a
good-bye kiss, and then had him stand at the side of the bed as she leaned over
me and gave him a good-bye blow-job, too!

      As I showered, I thought about the amazing events of the last few days.
Sondra had been a virgin when we had married, and though one spouse can never
know all there is to know about the other, I would swear that Sondra had never
been unfaithful to me.  Now, after just a few days away, I had shared her with
the college boys, a whole bar full of kids and, finally, another man.  I did
feel little pangs of jealousy -- at the other men, but even more at Sondra's
totally wanton and uninhibited behavior -- but, even stronger were my feelings
of excitement and arousal.  I had never felt more alive and sexually stimulated
than the last few days, and I was anxious to see what else could happen over
the next two weeks.

      I emerged from the shower with an iron-hard erection.  I walked into the
bedroom and, as if on cue, Sondra bent over the luggage as she packed them and
wiggled her ass at me in a most lascivious manner.  Another pair of panties was
ripped and torn open in my assault.

      We stepped off the plane in Jamaica and the company rep was waiting with
our car.  Because of work and social obligations with the large company staff
in Jamaica, Sondra and I had little time to misbehave. Finally, we were
finished, and at our host's suggestion, we asked the chauffeur, Samuel, to come
up to our room to arrange an Island tour the next day (our last on the Island).

      Samuel was a good-looking man, very black, with a trace of gray at his
temples, and that wonderful Island accent.  Sondra and I had been drinking
since lunch, and I offered Samuel one, which he accepted.  After talking about
the different Island sights and routes we could take, Samuel asked to use the
bathroom.

      Sondra smiled at me and said, "Did you see the huge lump in Samuel's
pants?"

      I smiled back, "And I guess you plan to investigate further?"

      Just then, Samuel returned and sat down.  We talked a little more, and
then I said I was tired and would see Samuel in the morning.  Sondra and Samuel
talked smalltalk for a while, as I laid in bed and listened through the open
door.

      Finally, I heard Sondra ask, "Do many women come to the Island for more
than a vacation?"

      "Like what, Missus?"

      "You know, like for excitement.  Maybe something they couldn't get or do
at home."

      "Well, I'll be very frank, Missus.  An awful lot of white women come down
here to get laid by the natives."

      Sondra laughed.  "Why, Samuel?  Is the myth about size true?"

      "I can't talk for all, Missus, but for me, it is no myth."

      By this time, I was out of the bed, peering into the room from behind the
door.

      "Can I see for myself, Samuel?" Sondra asked.

      Samuel stood and dropped his slacks.  He wasn't wearing anything under
them and a large, black dick hung between his legs.

      "You want to touch it, Missus?"

      Sondra nodded and reached out with both hands.  Both Sondra and I watched
as Samuel's cock grew and hardened in her hands.  Sondra leaned forward and
sucked the head into her mouth.

      "Oh, you good, Missus.  Maybe you want to feel it inside your pussy?"

      Sondra looked up at Samuel, "I think it's too big!  I don't think I can."

      "You can Missus.  Let me try.  I won't hurt you.  You'll like it, you'll
see."

      Sondra stood and stripped off her clothes and laid back on the sofa,
placing one foot over the back, and the other far out on the floor.  Both
Samuel and I had a perfect view of her pink, wet pussy.

      Then Samuel positioned himself at her cunt and began pushing his erection
into my wife.

      "My god!  You're so big!  I can feel your thickness already, Samuel."

      I watched as she took him inside her pussy a little at a time.

      When it was all the way in, Samuel looked down at her, "You got it all,
now, Lady.  I told you."

      "Oh, it feels so good!  Now fuck me with that thing!  Fuck me hard,
Samuel!"

      Sondra rolled her head side to side as Samuel began to really fuck her,
shoving it in all the way and pulling it almost all the way out.  She was
moaning and groaning in pleasure, and I wondered if she was actually going to
pass out.  She wrapped her legs and arms around him as they fucked themselves
into a frenzy.  I could hear his balls slap against my wife on every stroke,
and the contrast of her white skin against his black made me shoot a load of
cum against the door, without touching myself.

      Samuel let out a groan and began to come.  He shoved his cock in as
deeply as it would go.  Sondra closed her eyes and told him to fill her cunt
with his hot cum.  Samuel came for a long time, and when he did pull his cock
out of my wife's pussy, I could see his cum leaking out of it, dripping onto
the sofa.

      "That was wonderful, Samuel."

      "Yes, Missus, for me, too.  I will be here tomorrow morning for your
tour.  I thank you very much for this, Missus."

      Sondra stayed on the sofa as Samuel dressed and let himself out.  I
ripped open the door and stood over her.

      "Hi, Darling.  I'm all pooped out, but if you want some, help yourself."

      It was all the invitation I needed.  I knelt between Sondra's legs,
seeing Samuel's gooey cum covering her red pussylips, dripping down the crack
of her ass and spotting the sofa.  I buried my cock up to my balls in one
sudden, swift thrust.  Sondra grunted from my force, but she laid still as I
pounded into her, adding my cum to the sticky mess already between her spread
legs.  When I was done, we kissed and helped each other into bed, not hearing
another thing until the alarm went off the next morning.

      The next morning, Sondra wore a white strapless sundress with nothing on
under it.  Samuel acted as though nothing had happened as he helped us into the
car and began the tour.  As we took in the sights, I noticed Sondra and Samuel
playing eye games in the mirror.  I could see Sondra's hard nipples through her
dress, and I was sure she was ready for a repeat performance of last night.

      After lunch, I pretended to fall asleep in the back seat of the car. At
one stop, Sondra got back into the car in the front seat with Samuel, and I
could tell her hands immediately went to work on his tool.  Soon, her head
disappeared below the seat and I could hear her moaning and slurping. Then, the
car stopped and the doors opened and closed.

      Chancing a look, I saw Samuel spreading a blanket in a small grassy area.
He then laid down on his back and his already hard cock stood straight up.
Sondra lifted her dress and straddled Samuel's hips and slowly lowered her cunt
down on to his prick, moaning and grunting the whole time.  Samuel pulled her
dress down off her tits and began pulling on her nipples as she humped his
cock.  She was soon screaming in one orgasm after another and collapsed on
Samuel.

      Sondra soon regained her composure and continued fucking Samuel until he
came, pumping his cum until I could see it running our of Sondra's cunt and
down his dick.

      After a few minutes, they reassembled themselves, Sondra got back into
the back seat and we returned to the hotel.  I tipped Samuel lavishly when he
dropped us off at the airport the next morning.

      After a flight that seemed to last forever, we finally touched down for
the last leg of our tour in Hawaii.  Both the company and my wife had saved the
best for last.

      Our suite was the penthouse and it was filled with exotic fruit and
flowers when we arrived.  It was still before noon and both Sondra and I were
jetlagged and felt fidgety, but not tired, after our long flight.

      Sondra stripped, showered, and dressed in her tiniest bikini.  She said
she was going to go down to the beautiful beach and see if she could meet
anyone "interesting."  I knew exactly what she meant, but since I didn't seem
to be invited, I went in to take my own shower.

      Afterwards, I stepped out onto the balcony to enjoy the view, and to see
if Sondra was in sight.  She was, and when I got my binoculars, I could see
that she was talking to a very big, very well-built Polynesian guy, years
younger than her.  I quickly put on my trunks and grabbed a towel.

      When I arrived down on the beach, I casually walked by and then sat in a
partially concealed spot in the grass and palms, close to where Sondra and her
young stud were sitting chatting.  His name was Mano and he was a native to the
Island and worked for the hotel.  Up close, he was even more impressive than
from the balcony.  Obviously a serious weightlifter, he looked to be around 20
years old and his huge body was wide and dark and looked as if it was chiseled
from stone.

      I became increasingly excited as I watched Sondra continually change
position, each time, letting her bikini work its way up her crotch and the
crack of her ass, until it looked like she was wearing a "thong" -- front and
back.  Her pussy was almost fully exposed, except for a thin strip of bright
yellow material caught between her cuntlips.  She had also loosened the top of
her suit and her large tits were almost spilling out into full view as she
began to apply her trusty suntan oil to her legs and stomach. She was an
incredible sexual animal to watch.

      Mano made no secret of the fact that he was enjoying Sondra's
"performance," commenting on her tan, her legs, her breasts.  She soon laid
down on her stomach and asked her new young friend to apply some lotion to her
back and legs.  A lump formed in my trunks as I watched his strong hands
massaging my wife's back and legs.

      He was massaging Sondra's calves when she mentioned that he had missed
the area near her bikini bottoms.  Mano began to massage the exposed portions
of Sondra's ass, until his fingers were only inches away from her pussy.  Just
then, Sondra began to hump her hips and it was obvious that she wanted Mano to
go farther.  He wasn't shy.  He worked one, then two and, finally, three of his
thick, blunt fingers under the elastic and into Sondra's juicy cunt.  He
continued his fingerfucking until Sondra convulsed in a powerful orgasm.

      As soon as she regained her senses, Sondra sat up and hugged Mano and
asked him up to our suite.  I grabbed my towel and beat a fast retreat to the
hotel and up to the room before them.  I was pleased to see that the bedroom
had a huge, deep closet and I jammed the door partially open to provide me with
a view of the anticipated action.

      When they entered, there were no preliminaries.  Mano ordered Sondra to
strip her bikini off and then to kneel on the thick carpet.  Sondra happily
complied, and when she was in position, Mano dropped his trunks to reveal a
cock worthy of the rest of his perfect body.  He knelt behind Sondra and placed
his cock at her pussylips, and then told her to fuck herself on his rod.

      Sondra moaned as she felt his erection press against her, and moaned
louder as she pressed her ass and hips back against him, letting his prick
easily enter her wet cunt.  She soon had him buried to his balls in her cunt,
and then Mano began to pump in and out of her.  My wife then reached under
herself and grasped Mano's swinging balls in her hand, while he reached down
and pinched her nipples on her swinging globes.

      Sondra moaned over and over, again, "Fuck me!  Fuck me harder!"

      She then began to tremble uncontrollably as she started into her climax.
Mano continued to pound into her until she collapsed to the floor, pulling away
from his still-hard cock with a loud "slluuurrppp!"

      Mano rolled my wife over and buried his face between her legs as she
screamed her way into another orgasm.

      Finally, she tried to push him away as she breathlessly begged, "No more!
Please, Mano, no more for awhile!  I can't take it, anymore!"

      Mano stood up and lifted Sondra from the floor as if she weighed no more
than a feather.  He arranged her on the bed so that her head hung off the edge,
upside down, and then he walked his cock into her mouth and roughly grabbed
both of her tits in his hands.  Sondra soon found the rhythm, and Mano began
fucking her mouth.  Sondra's hands reached up to jerk his cock as she sucked on
him and, eventually, Mano began to cum. Sondra gagged and coughed on his first
spurt of cum, but swallowed the rest like the pro she had become in the last
few weeks.

      Mano was just getting started and I watched him ravage my wife's eagerly
available body.  He didn't stay soft for long, especially with Sondra sucking
on his wet dick.  He then rolled Sondra over on to her back and buried his cock
in her pussy.  I watched Sondra's legs wrap themselves around his waist as he
fucked her into the bed.  He then reached under Sondra's ass and began to bury
several fingers up her anus, thrusting hard with each stroke of his hips.
Sondra was soon approaching what looked like an incredible orgasm.  With a
scream, she shuddered in the throes of her climax.  Mano continued to pound
away in her pussy until she calmed down. Then he pulled out, rolled her onto
her stomach and placed his cockhead against her puckered asshole.

      "No, Mano!  Not there!  I've never done it there!"

      Mano grabbed her waist and pulled her ass closer.  Sondra began to
struggle, but he ignored her.  His prick began to disappear up my wife's ass
and she was begging him to stop, to take it out.  But, soon, her whimpers
turned to moans as Mano's fingers disappeared into her cunt.  Now, both of them
were on the climb to orgasm, with Mano finally coming in my wife's virgin
asshole.

      They rolled apart and Mano told Sondra to clean his cock.  Sondra got a
washcloth and gently wiped him clean.  Then he stood and began dressing.

      Sondra propped herself on one elbow and smiled up at him, "Where are you
going?  You don't have to leave, yet."

      "I gotta get to work, Lady, but I'll be back tomorrow, okay?

      I had come twice in the closet, but my dick was hard, again, by the time
Mano closed the front door.  I was out of the closet and on Sondra in a flash.

      "Oh, Michael!  Come fuck me.  He was the best, yet.  The very best!"

      During the rest of our vacation, Sondra couldn't get enough of Mano and
his beautiful cock.  While I worked, the two of them fucked the days away in
our bed.  One day, I returned from meetings and Sondra informed me that Mano
had the night off and was going to take her out dancing with some of his
friends.  She said she wanted the night to be perfect and had purchased a very
expensive, sheer white silk, strapless cocktail dress with matching high heels.
Before Mano arrived, Sondra modeled her outfit for me.  The silk clung to her
body and was thin enough that it was obvious that she was wearing nothing under
it.  Then, with a smile, Sondra peeled the hem up until she was exposing her
cunt.  She had shaved her cunt bare, and it was the most erotic thing I had
ever seen.

      "Do you think Mano will like it?" she asked

      I truthfully told her that she had never looked more beautiful, more
stunning, and that I was jealous she wasn't going out with me.

      Just then, the doorbell rang and I opened the door for Mano.  He looked a
little surprised to see me, as we hadn't met all week and he had assumed Sondra
was "sneaking" on me.  He looked at Sondra with a questioning look.

      "Oh, that's just Michael, my husband.  Don't worry about him."

      I watched them walk down the corridor together to the elevators.  Mano
had his arm around Sondra's waist and his hand rested on her great ass as they
stepped into the elevator.  As the elevator doors closed, I just caught a
glimpse of Mano's hand moving up under the hem of her dress.

      Sondra did not come home that night or the next morning.  I had several
meetings to attend, so I left the suite assuming she'd be home later that
morning.  When she wasn't, I was worried and ready to report her missing and
track down Mano through the hotel.  When the phone rang I was sure it was the
police.  Instead, it was a message at the front desk.  It was from Sondra.

      "All's well.  Don't worry about me.  Be home soon."

      Soon wasn't that night, either.

      Finally, in the evening of the second day, Sondra let herself into the
suite.  She kissed me on the forehead and said she'd tell me all about it after
she had some sleep.

      She was dressed in a Hawaiian shirt and a pair of man's shorts and as I
watched her undress, I felt anger, jealousy, relief, and thinking about her
doing only one thing with Mano for the last two days, turned on.  When she
dropped the shorts, I saw her bare pussy and my cock sprung to attention.  I
climbed on the bed beside her, ready to fuck.

      Sondra opened her eyes and said, "Sorry, Dear.  I've fucked and been
fucked so much I'm too sore."

      "Everywhere?"

      She smiled a little smile, "Yes, everywhere."  And fell asleep.

      The next morning, after a shower and breakfast, Sondra took me to bed and
began to slowly jerk me off in her soft hands as she told me what happened.

      "It was fantastic!

      "Mano figured out right away that I didn't have any underwear on and his
hand found out about my razor job before the elevator doors closed."

      "Yes, I saw."

      "Well, what you didn't see was that the elevator didn't stop anywhere
before we got to the lobby, so Mano and I were locked in a hot embrace, kissing
and with his hand up my pussy when the doors opened and there were people
there, waiting for the elevator!"

      My cock jerked in her hand.

      "We recovered right away, but if they were quick, some of those people
knew I didn't have any hair on my pussy!

      "Anyway, Mano had a surprise for me, too.  When he said we were going
dancing with friends, I assumed couples.  Didn't you?"

      I nodded, but my erection throbbed in anticipation of what I knew she was
going to say, next.

      "Well, his friends turned out to be two more Polynesian studs, even
better looking and bigger than Mano!

      "First, the four of us went dancing at a club and the three of them took
turns dancing with me.  I was loving all the attention, and soon, they were
getting pretty bold, grabbing at my tits and feeling my ass on the dance floor.
At the table, all three of them were taking turns putting their hands up my
dress, fingering my cunt.  I was hot!  They said Mano had warned them that I
was one hot piece of ass, so I didn't want to disappoint them.  I was having a
ball and I knew people were watching us dance and carrying on at our table.  I
think every person in the place knew I was going to fuck all three of these
hunks."

      As she said that, my cock shot a hot stream of cum into the air. Sondra
gently licked my cock clean and swallowed my cum.

      "Michael, do you want to hear the rest of this now or later?"

      "Now, Sondra.  Tell me everything that happened."

      "Okay.  We left the club and drove back to Mano's apartment.  On the way
there, I got in the back seat with one of his friends and sucked him off. About
two seconds after Mano opened the door, the three of us were naked and in the
bed, fucking our brains out.  One time, Mano was fucking me and his friend
started to fuck my asshole..."

      My prick twitched to life, again.

      "...and it was really good.  Then his other friend put his cock in my
mouth, but there was just too much going on and I couldn't concentrate.

      "We would fuck and rest and fuck, again.  About 2 a.m., just as the guys
are getting tuckered and fuckered out, Mano's roommate, this really huge guy,
shows up with four other guys to play poker.  They see what's going on and join
in the party.

      "Michael, your prim little wife was an incredible, insatiable slut.  I
didn't get tired, didn't fall asleep.  I just kept fucking and sucking these
eight guys!  That's where I've been for two days and nights -- on my back and
knees, fucking and sucking a bunch of strangers!  Whenever they wanted it,
however they wanted it, I gave it to them.

      "And guess what?  Mano's roommate was even bigger than Samuel!  Can you
believe it?  His cock was so big, it didn't look real.  But it was, and you
would have been proud of me, because I even took him in the ass!"

      Sondra leaned over and gently sucked my hard cock into her wet mouth.
Then she looked up at me.

      "But, vacation's over, Michael.  We leave for home tomorrow and I promise
I'll be your perfect little wife again.  I just want to thank you for the way
you let me go and let me enjoy this vacation.  I can't believe the things I've
done, but I don't regret any of them.  In fact, I loved doing them!  But now,
it's over and it's time for me to behave.  And I will.  I love you, Michael."

      And, as my cum spurted into the mouth that had tasted so many strangers'
cum over the last few weeks, I moved my fingers over her hairless cunt and
whispered, "I love you, too, Sondra."

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                         (c) J. BOSWELL, February 1991

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