Vacations don't count pt 2

[smalltowngirl]

CHAPTER TWO


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 next door 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 hot tub in the living room, 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 hot tub 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.