Vacations don't count

[smalltowngirl]

CHAPTER ONE


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
pussy lips.

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 lost in her
intense orgasm and me blowing the biggest load of cum I
had ever shot into her hot, wet cunt.

Afterwards, both of us soaking in the hot tub, 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?"

[friskyous]

Great story! looking forward to the rest.