I hadn’t realized the pool was clothing-optional until it was too late. A slew of hot, naked bodies displayed everything as I entered and spread my towel on one of the vacant lounge chairs. The adults-only resort where we were staying advertised its existence, but I’d naively thought the nudie pool would be one other than the largest.
Deciding that I would stay, I slipped off my top but kept my bottoms on. Unlike many of the younger girls, no man came forward to volunteer spreading sunscreen on me. Oh well, such is the nature of the older woman.
I furtively ogled men through my dark sunglasses. One tanned gentleman especially caught my eye. In a time when most young men do the ‘manscaping’ thing, getting rid of all body hair, this man seemed comfortable in his chest pelt. He was swimming laps, occasionally stopping to talk to one of the top-heavy young ladies who were in the pool. His ass and well-defined muscles had me thinking of carnal thoughts, though thoughts only borne of fantasy.
As I watched him, he suddenly changed direction and swam toward me. At the pool’s edge, and right in front of me, he effortlessly pulled himself from the pool.
“It’s okay,” he said to me. “You can imagine I get that often.”
I gasped because the guy was porn-star mammoth! At least nine, maybe ten inches long, and extremely thick, hanging heavy and pendulous, his cock was as muscular as he was. His smile and manner were disarming, but nevertheless I remained speechless.
His towel, it turned out, was two chairs down from mine. He nonchalantly reached for it as two young ladies approached him, one topless, with conical breasts, small, dark areolas, and prominent nipples, while the other was completely nude, with very large (and probably augmented) breasts with equally large areolas.
Big-tits seemed to do the talking while Pointy-tits did the reacting. I overheard snippets of conversation, and watched as Pointy-tits managed to get close enough to rub against him. I never would have thought it possible, but her nipples grew even tauter, looking like miniature erections, and based on her aroused demeanor, perhaps that’s the best analogue. When Big-tits extended a hotel key card to him, he shook his head slightly, and the two girls walked away, though with one last backward glance at the apparent lost opportunity.
“Are you gay?” I asked sarcastically.
“Actually, I am,” he said with another of his disarming smiles.
“I’m sorry for being so flippant. I guess I need to do a better job of minding my own business.”
“That’s okay, Ms. Flippant. I’d much rather deal with the curious than with the closet haters.”
“My name’s Sandy,” I said, smiling at his ‘Ms. Flippant’ thing. “One can only be curious when I see that beauty of yours coming out of the pool, close enough to touch, and then you disappoint those two young honeys.”
“Mine’s Al, short for Alfonso, but don’t laugh.”
“Nothing wrong with either, I’d say.”
Just then, another man approached and gave him a slight kiss on the cheek. This must be his lover, or partner, or whatever. Hardly more than a boy, the younger man was of slight build, almost willowy, with longish hair and cute face. He had a long, decently looking cock, though nothing like Al’s. I pictured Al topping this lanky fellow with his tight little ass and I shuddered. That had to hurt.
Al introduced his friend as Carl. Carl awkwardly acknowledged the introduction in such a way that I immediately pegged him as more bisexual than gay, sneaking a look at my tits in the process. We carried on a three-way conversation, as I learned more about them while they learned about me.
Al asked about my husband, wondering where he was. “Is he the bashful type?”
“No, not bashful, just not the sunbathing type, but maybe if he saw you two, he’d be bashful about getting naked.”
Al laughed. “Yeah, I know what you mean, but men have to get over the whole size thing. It’s not all it’s cracked up to be.”
“Maybe to you guys, but my crack could definitely use what you have.” That got the three of us laughing.
We pulled our chairs closer together and continued the lively conversation. At one point Al made a comment that he wished he knew women like me back home. “You’re candid, open, comfortable in your body, which is a great one, I might add.”
“ ’For a woman your age’ is how you meant that last line about my body, right”
He turned to Carl and said, “Doesn’t she look hot, age be damned?”
Carl blushed and sputtered, “Y…yeah…yeah…you’re very sexy.” He glanced from me to Al, as if to confirm that his response was acceptable. It took that glance for me to notice that he was semi-erect. Al noticed too.
“Oh-oh, Sandy, we better get away from here before you have the same effect on me,” Al said. I knew he was kidding, his massive pole still completely flaccid. He leaned over and gave Carl a kiss before the two of them put swim trunks back on as well as towel wraps.
Before it was covered, I stared longingly at Al’s cock one last time. I hung out by the pool a while longer before heading back to our room. My husband, Sal, wanted to know what I’d been doing. I told him about the pool, and meeting Alfonso.
“You’re exaggerating, right? The guy couldn’t be that big.”
“I wouldn’t exaggerate about something like that.”
“Oh my God, you would’ve let him fuck you if he wasn’t gay, wouldn’t you have?”
Up to a point, I sheepishly agreed that the thought had turned me on. “Damn, when that salami came out of the pool right in front of me, I died a wet death.”
“Can I see if it still is? Wet, that is.” He came up closer, and moving the crotch of my suit aside, slid a finger into me. He didn’t meet any resistance. “Wow, you weren’t kidding, were you?” he exclaimed.
We got naked and I rode him mercilessly. Up and down I bucked, fantasizing all the while that instead of Sal’s average sized manhood, Al’s big one was stretching me to the limit. My husband held and squeezed my ample tits as I bounced, until I felt him tense up.
“I’m cumming,” he murmured.
Mine wasn’t the high-wattage orgasm I had been looking for, but it had to do.
Being on an island, the resort had a casino, which is where my husband and I went after we showered and dressed. I wasn’t ashamed of my body, which was still pretty good for a middle-aged woman, so I took this opportunity far away from home to wear a killer dress, showing lots of cleavage and plenty of leg. I caught a few of the men at various tables sneaking looks my way as we walked by, which was certainly gratifying. I hoped the distraction hadn’t cost them anything.
Sal was partial to blackjack. He found an empty chair and began playing while I found a cocktail waitress and began drinking.
“Hey, Sandy, nice to see you again.” Al, along with Carl, materialized next to me. “That’s quite the sexy dress. You look sensational.” He leaned closer and whispered, “I might lose Carl if he keeps seeing you at your sexiest.”
The young man did seem to be looking at me ‘that’ way. “I bet you say that to all the old ladies,” I whispered back.
“You’re hardly old. You look better than a lot of the women half your age.”
“Let me introduce you to my husband so you can tell him that.” I motioned toward Sal at the blackjack table.
“That’s okay, let him play. We’ll meet up later. See you around.”
He looked great walking away from me, yet all I could picture was the memory of that cock of his, knowing that’s how I’d always remember him.
I had another drink while watching Sal win a few and lose a few more. Eventually, he quit and joined me. “I’m down a little but not too bad,” he said. “Was that the gay guy with the big schlong I saw you talking with earlier?”
“Yep, that was the gorgeous hunk,” I answered.
My husband surprised me by saying, “You sure he’s gay? I saw how his buddy was looking at you, and the big guy sure seemed friendly toward you.”
“Jealousy does something to your color, have I ever told you that?”
“Only hundreds of times, my dear tease of a wife.”
The remainder of the evening and night we didn’t run into Al and Carl, though maybe I secretly wished we had. In bed for the night, Sal attempted to be the sexual athlete he rarely was anymore, and my screams more than acknowledged that fact. I didn’t care if it was jealousy or some other motive that caused the increase in ardor; I simply went along for the ride.
The next day I talked Sal into visiting the nude pool with me. Sal’s real reason for not wanting to be at a nude pool or beach had nothing to do with insecurity. No, it had everything to do with his easy arousal. One look at the naked hardbodies sunning around the pool and he was stiffer than a two-by-four. His attempt to hide the erection was like a comedy act, though thankfully for him, I may have been the only person who paid attention to the show.
Lying on his stomach on the poolside lounger, he said, “Damn, how do these guys not get a hard-on?”
I chuckled. “If you were watching the men like I do you’d notice that others have a similar problem, though yours is much more noticeable, Big Sal.”
He laughed in response. “Big Sal, huh! You don’t talk about me the way you talked about the gay beefsteak yesterday.”
“Now, now, don’t let your feelings be hurt on that front. Being in second place behind Al isn’t a bad place to be, darling.”
He stuck his tongue out at me, and we both laughed.
We applied sunscreen to each other. My husband’s erection had ebbed somewhat, though I couldn’t help myself, giving it a good squeeze with a sunscreen-coated palm.
“Not here,” he moaned.
“Then concentrate, and don’t keep checking out all the women.”
About a half hour later, just as I was beginning to doze off, Al and Carl approached. “Hey, mind if we join you?” he asked.
“Don’t mind at all, guys,” I said, motioning to the two unoccupied lounge chairs to my right. “Having a good time?”
The usually quiet Carl piped up, gushing about how much fun they were having. “I love this place. Nobody’s giving us a hard time. It’s been great!”
As they dropped their shorts and lay out on the loungers, I introduced my new friends to my husband. Dear Sal’s erection couldn’t be hidden, and I laughed to myself witnessing how Al and Carl kept sneaking surreptitious glances at it. Of course, they weren’t the only poolside voyeurs, as many women were checking out Alfonso’ glorious package as well. That’s when I caught my husband looking too, and damned if he didn’t get harder still!
I’ve never denied my bisexual feelings, but I’ve never dreamed that Sal could also have them. It took that moment when Al’s eyes met mine in silent understanding that things were set in motion. I waited for Al to suggest it all.
After about forty-five minutes of sunbathing, Al asked if we wanted to go to his room. “Our room is a suite, and we’ve got a full bar we brought with us, so why don’t the four of us relax and party, okay?”
I glanced at Sal for his acceptance and I saw the conflict, so I accepted for both of us, saying, “Sure, right Sal? We can have a few and let our hair down, relax a bit, maybe have dinner later.”
We put enough clothing back on to enter the hotel respectfully, and proceeded up to Al and Carl’s room. They had nice digs, and we all got comfortable while Al fixed our drinks. When the last glass was passed along, Al said, “I don’t know about y’all, but I’m getting naked like at the pool. That’s getting comfortable for me.” We all followed suit.
I thought it quite humorous to see three cocks fighting gravity. I wanted Al’s badly. Carl couldn’t stop looking at my breasts, and Sal couldn’t hide his interest in Al’s cock—his was the hardest. What a foursome this could turn out to be, especially with Sal showing me something in him I’ve never seen before!
I caught Al giving Carl some sort of signal before Carl approached, sat next to me on the sofa, and whispered, “Can I touch your tits? Would your husband mind?”
Two very interesting questions. Since Sal is probably fantasizing about playing with Al’s cock, then perhaps the real question Carl should be asking is whether both couples could tolerate a mate-swap. Carl was cute in a boyish way, and he certainly was smitten with my looks, which meant he’d be gung-ho and do me good. The only way to find out is to let things fly.
I glanced at Al, with a tilt of my head silently asking if he was okay with what was going to happen. His return smile answered me with a resounding ‘yes.’ “Why, Carl, of course you can fondle me anywhere you’d like.”
As Carl began exploring my body, it was Sal’s and my turn to carry on a silent, body language conversation. Sal seemed to understand my ‘go for it’ expression, for he tentatively approached Al and soon was trying to take as much as he could into his mouth. It wasn’t much, but the dear man was trying.
“Have you ever been with a woman, Carl?” I asked in a whisper, as I led him to the suite’s king bed.
“A couple of times, but I’m not sure…”
“Don’t worry about it, just do what comes naturally. I’m sure it’ll be great for me.”
I coached him on cunnilingus, and he grew more confident with every lick. Soon I was moaning up a storm, though my noises weren’t loud enough to drown out Al saying to my husband, “It’ll hurt you, man. Are you sure?”
Carl had a condom handy and I rolled it onto his rigid shaft. Spreading my legs, I guided him between them and into me. He sighed as he went deeper. “This is…feels so…different,” he murmured.
“Yes, baby, I’m sure it does,” I murmured back, wrapping my arms around him and urging him on.
As Carl did go faster, I overheard my husband from the other room bellow as, more than likely, he was experiencing Al’s initial assault on his sphincter. I smiled, thinking of what Al would feel like if he was assaulting my vagina instead. I’d yell too, I thought. “Go, Carl, fuck me, fuck me hard,” I cried. He was a good boy. I hoped Sal felt no guilt for what he was doing; I certainly didn’t feel any myself.
“Yes, God damn it, YES!” I screamed as I gained on my climax.
Carl’s back arched, his head thrown back as he groaned and unloaded. By the number of twitches I’d say he filled the condom to overflow. I cried out too as I came.
The grunts coming from the other room drew my attention, just in time for me to look out there and see Al pound into my husband’s ass from behind, standing up, in a furious rhythm. Sal’s legs were spread slightly, his body leaning forward a bit, taking all of Al deep into his rectum, while Al reached around and stroked my husband’s rock-hard shaft. I was in awe, seeing Al’s long member go in to the hilt and its condom-encased length coming out again. Sal’s eyes were closed as he suddenly groaned and sprayed several streams of hot cum in an arc all over the floor,
Carl whispered to me, as he too was watching, “God, Al’s cock can sure do a number on your prostate. Look at all that cum.” He was right. I’d never known my husband to ejaculate so much.
He added, “I thought I’d be jealous watching but I’m okay with it, I think”
I said, “Would you be jealous if that was me your boyfriend had been impaling?”
Carl smiled, and answered, “Maybe.”
We lounged around the suite in a post-coital daze, drinking some more and basically cuddling up as a naked foursome on a king-sized bed. Al quizzed Carl on what it was like being with a woman. Carl seemed to know it was simply teasing on Al’s part, and went along with it. While the two lovers talked, my query to Sal was “Where did that come from?”
Sal thought a moment, and then said, “I did a lot of…ahem…experimentation…when I was in high school and college, so being with a man wasn’t new to me. When I saw Al I knew I had to try it out. Now, I won’t be able to sit for a week!”
I laughed. “At least you got to have Al. I wouldn’t mind taking the challenge, having him in me.”
“I heard that!”Al said from the other side of the bed. “You’ll have to get my man’s permission for that, but he has said nice things about you.”
“I sure did,” Carl exclaimed, which got us all laughing, though it might have been more from the booze we were consuming in large amounts.
We shifted positions until a daisy-chain of sorts was formed. Except for myself, I had no idea who was touching whom. I went right for Al’s cock (of course) and began to stroke him before slipping my lips around his cock-head. As he stiffened, I found it nearly impossible to keep my teeth out of the equation. My jaw eventually hurting, I had to stop, and dammit if he wasn’t only about a quarter erect!
Surprisingly, the tongue working on my clit belonged to my husband. Sal stopped long enough to smile at me. Dear him; I lay back to enjoy, since I knew he had great cunnilingus skills well honed over the years of our marriage from my tutelage. Al lounged on one elbow watching the spectacle before him, lazily stroking his cock. Carl had Sal’s cock buried in his throat. The heretofore idle Al decided that sucking cock seemed to be a great idea, and went down on his lover. When things concluded, Sal and I were “happy,” while Al and Carl dribbled cum from their smiling lips.
Eventually we got dressed and Sal and I bid farewell. Knowing that we were nearing the end of our vacation, I kissed Al on the cheek upon leaving the suite, and said, “I guess I’ll never get to feel what my husband felt, big boy.”
“Sorry for that. I’m just glad you gave Carl the chance to experience his fantasy like Sal did with me.”
“Oh well, the old lady gets left out again,” I whispered, giving him another peck on the cheek as we left.
Back in our room, Sal and I talked about the little orgy we just participated in. I urged him to be frank about the sex with Al, and he was, explaining the urge as much as he could and how the act felt. I told him I was jealous, and that was the truth. He had Al and I hadn’t, and that was the extent of my ‘confession.’ I suppose I wasn’t listening to him as well as I should have.
We were both relatively quiet through a late dinner, each lost in our thoughts of where we were sexually, especially at our age and considering how long we’ve been married. That night, there was no sex; he was still sore, and I was still a little raw from the abrasion of my feelings.
The next day, it was our turn to come upon the sunbathing, gay duo. One glance at Al’s splendid cock, covered in sunscreen, looking like he’d just ejaculated, and the desire was greater than ever. In an unusual way, I pulled up a lounger next to Al as Sal pulled his opposite us and next to Carl. That should have been a signal to me.
Unabashedly, I began whispering to Al, begging him to do me, at least once. He was less than enthused. Meanwhile, I overheard a few words of the conversation between Carl and Sal. Sal sounded like he was doing the same; begging Carl to sleep with him. Carl sounded as if he was amenable. Obviously, Al overheard them too, for his expression grew dour, as he looked at me and said, “I thought better of you when we first met, but now…”
“Now, what? You’re shocked that I have sexual desires like everyone else? Come on, no person is all gay or all straight. We all have a mix of sexual tendencies. I’ve slept with women though I prefer men. You let your lover fuck me, so why can’t you do it?”
He muttered, “Maybe I should. Teach you a lesson.” We were both overhearing the other two men making foreplay love-talk, and perhaps that’s what changed his mind. Al rose from his lounger and said, “Let’s go. What are you waiting for?” We covered up enough to walk through the hotel and up to my room. Getting naked again, I tried to make nice with him, thaw the ice. He did soften somewhat. “I’m sorry for being so gruff,” he said, “but dammit woman, I’m gay…I don’t want to sleep with a woman…but I will give you what you want, especially seeing that my man is busy fucking around with everyone else but me.” I fell to my knees at his feet, and slid his flaccid cock into my mouth. Working with my lips and my hands, I sucked and stroked, eventually getting his monster to rise to the occasion.
“Mmmmm, so fuckin’ big,” I unconsciously murmured between stretched-wide lips.
“Yeah, that’s what I seem to be, a damn curiosity, an object to be used and discarded,” he said.
I wasn’t paying attention to his rant. My mind was focused on getting him hard enough to fuck me, and he was slowly getting there. I have good control over my gag reflex, so I tried to take as much of him down my throat until he grew too big and choked me.
He liked that. “You’re pretty good at cock sucking,” he said.
I’ll take the praise no matter how it was intended. By the time my jaw hurt, I was extremely aroused, probably from the proximity to a swelling hunk of manhood I so desperately wanted. “Take me, Al, please take me.”
“Do you need lubricant?” he asked, not yet having discovered the answer for himself.
Missionary wasn’t really his natural position, so I had to coax him between my splayed and hungry thighs. I expected him to ask me something like, “Are you ready?” but he simply placed the head of his swollen cock at my wet labia and pushed.
After an inch or two, I cried out, “No…Al…I can’t…please no…you’re too big…I…”
He stopped but didn’t retract an iota. “Haven’t you asked for this from the moment you saw me in the pool that first time?” He slipped in another inch or two and I groaned; pleasure mixed with pain. I truly didn’t believe I could take him now. Erect, his cock shaft was thicker around than his cockhead, which amazed me even more.
His strong arms pinned me to the bed as he slid deeper still. “Al…I don’t…you can’t,” I cried once more, and then, “OH AL! You’re bottoming out! Please…”
He whispered “Aren’t I supposed to go deep, fill all of you?” He began a slow thrusting rhythm, one I was powerless to stop. “See, you can do it, Sandy. The vagina is a forgiving little canal, so I’ve been told.”
He was right. My vagina dilated to accept his girth, helped along by the copious amount of natural lubrication I was secreting. My cervix must have retracted too because of my arousal, since I lost that ‘getting poked’ feeling deep within me. I wasn’t feeling as if I was split in half anymore, now I was riding a wave to heaven.
Al’s eyes were closed, probably to help him forget he was fucking a member of the opposite sex. He kept up a steady pace, sliding in and out, sometimes in long, to-the-hilt thrusts and sometimes in short parries. No matter which, they all did wonders on my clit and g-spot; his stupendously fat cock abrading everything to perfection. I may not be able to walk tomorrow, but this orgasm would be the best of my life. My head thrashed about as he banged away, and I whimpered like a baby. I suddenly realized that his balls were slapping against my perineum on each thrust—he really was burying his full length all the way to my womb!
As unbelievable as the thought was, I felt him grow thicker still as he neared his own climax. The warmth, the pressure, the friction, the depth brought not a wave, but a tsunami, as every muscle in my body spasmed, radiating outward from my cunt then back again to explode there at my core.
“Fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee,” I screamed, as if I needed to define at the moment of my climax what he was doing. “…I’mmmmm cummingggggggggggg, oh God I’m cummmmmminggggggggggggggggg!”
I may have startled the man, for he faltered for a few seconds, probably unaware of how loud a woman can be in orgasm. My orgasmic contractions got him going again, as he banged away in earnest until he too was cumming.
“That was interesting,” he said as we lay, spent, on the bed.
“That was fantastic!” I said in response. “Thank you for that, Al. I needed it. Thank you.”
We cleaned up and dressed, and went up to the men’s suite. When we opened the door, we immediately heard Sal’s bull-moose grunting. Sal was behind Carl, his condom-clad dick burrowing into the other’s anus on each manic plunge.
Al turned to me and whispered, “See what you two have done. I’m fucking jealous of your husband being where I should be. Am I gonna lose Carl over all this?”
I whispered in return, “No you won’t. Love is more than sex. Look at me and Sal.”
He shook his head but said no more.
We watched as Sal grunted that he was about to cum. Carl shouted, “All over me!” My husband pulled out of Carl’s ass, stripped off the condom, and sprayed several hefty dollops of semen all over the younger man’s torso and face. It wasn’t until they fell into each other’s arms, giggling like two schoolgirls, that they realized they had an audience.
Carl sheepishly extricated himself from Sal’s embrace and climbed from the bed. I saw that his cock was shiny-wet and still dribbling cum, which made me wonder whether it had been in a condom when it penetrated my husband’s anus and unloaded.
He went to Al and said, “You’re not mad at me, are you?”
Al took the naked young man into his arms and kissed him, before saying, “No, of course not, as long as you’re still mine.”
“Of course I’m yours,” Carl said, and then they kissed again.
While the lovers got reacquainted, I asked Sal if he’d gotten the gay thing out of his system, or was I in trouble.
He said, “Same as what the young stallion just said to his lover; I’m yours…forever.” Now it was our turn to kiss. It would’ve looked funny if someone had been spying on us, to see two pairs kissing deeply, with one person of each pair clothed and the other naked.
Kissing was having an effect on Carl. His cock stirred and began to rise. I now knew that cock, and knew the young man had fine recuperative abilities, which he was demonstrating once more. Kissing was having an effect on Sal and I too. After the orgasm I just had with Al, my state of arousal was equally recuperative. What was nice to feel was Sal rising almost as well as his recent fuck-mate.
No words were spoken as Al and I got out of our clothes. Side by side on their bed, Carl and I got onto hands and knees and presented ourselves for rear entry. I glanced over to see Al’s amazing dick part Carl’s ass cheeks and plunge forward. The sight made me swoon, wanting to experience Al again. I wasn’t able to ponder my need as my husband placed his cockhead at my anus and punched in.
“Goddamit! There?” I yelled.
Sal laughed and said, “Why not?”
Why not indeed, I thought as he grabbed my ample hips and fucked me in the ass. He penetrated deep so his balls slapped against my vulva. In my old age I was garnering a newfound respect for slapping balls, it seemed.
I looked sideways at Carl to see him smiling, his eyes closed as Al slid his meat stick deep into his rectum, his hand absently stroking his equally hard member. I hadn’t realized until then that my hand was working too, rubbing my clit. We almost were in sync, two bodies being anally skewered, bobbing and bouncing and taking everything our partners were giving us.
Carl came first. Though silent, I saw cum shoot from his cock onto the bed.
Sal came next, grunting as he unloaded into me.
I was next, moaning as my orgasmic contractions coincided with the throb of my sphincter, encircling as it was my husband’s throbbing, ejaculating cock.
Al finished off with flair, shouting, “Here it comes!” while pulling his cock out of Carl’s ass with a plopping sound and spraying streams of hot cum all over the rest of us.
We ended up showering then drinking more, emptying the guys’ bar supply and getting completely wasted. We passed out on their bed and slept, still naked. And evidently still horny, for at some time during the night a stiff cock found its way into my cunt and banged away. I would’ve thought it a dream except for the cum oozing out of me when I awoke later. No one claimed responsibility, though I assumed it hadn’t been Al. That assault would’ve awakened me for sure.
What woke me was the bed shaking. Well, ‘shaking’ may not have been the right word to describe the bed’s seismic activity as Carl furiously pistoned in and out of Al’s anus as he spooned behind the big guy. I reached over and palmed Al’s semi-erect cock, though ‘palmed’ wasn’t the right word either, since my hand couldn’t possibly span his circumference.
Al’s eyes shot open at my touch, and he languidly smiled. I caressed his cock as Carl banged his ass. Leaning toward him, I whispered in Al’s ear, “You’re a special man, and that’s not just because of your dick size.”
He kissed me on the cheek at the moment Carl grunted, signaling his orgasm. I stroked Al’s cock as furiously as Carl had fucked him, and was rewarded with several ropes of warm cum from his big fire hose, splashing all over me. I rubbed his cum over my body, luxuriating in the fine morning ‘dew.’
I don’t know how we managed to fit four people in the suite’s shower stall, but we did. Some amazing recuperation was displayed, as cocks rose and were haphazardly slid into awaiting orifices. I was the luckiest person in the foursome, I thought, since the utter stretching to annihilation of my vagina walls meant that Al was in me. Water splashed everywhere. While Al fucked me all the way to my cervix, I grabbed a loose cock, figuring that it was Carl’s. That meant that my husband was getting some gay ass again.
I stroked Carl, and felt him throb in my hand as he came. That’s when Al must have decided he needed to try out my other hole, for he pulled out of my cunt and slammed into my rectum.
“GOD DAMMIT!” I screamed. The pain was so immediate, so debilitating, I nearly passed out.
Al muttered, almost drowned out by the spraying water and my grunting husband, “The hole is optional. If your husband can take me, so can you.”
He had me. I was his designated asshole and he slammed me deep. When I regained some of my feeling back there and began to enjoy it a little bit, it was over. With one, last, deep thrust, he throbbed and filled my bowels with gobs of hot cum, the heat from which I swear I felt inside me.
The party was over, and so was our vacation. We said our goodbyes to Alfonso and Carl. They still had one more day before they too left for home.
“You two okay?” I asked Al.
“Oh, yeah, we’re okay. I think he’s a keeper, even if he occasionally looks at the ladies.”
“Then we’re okay too,” I said. “You guys were the tonic our marriage needed, and I hope we weren’t too demanding.”
Al smiled, “Maybe at first, but I came around to realizing I have more than enough to go around,” he said, grabbing at his crotch.
I gave both Al and Carl a kiss on the cheek, took Sal by the arm, and began the journey homeward.
Both Sal and I asked for pillows as soon as we were on the plane. They weren’t for our heads or for sleeping. Each of us tried to get comfortable, sitting on a pillow, trying to keep our wounded asses from hurting too much on the long flight home.
I whispered to my husband in midflight as he squirmed in discomfort, “Was the anal sex worth it?”
He smiled at me and whispered back, “What do you think? Like Al said to you, ‘the hole is optional.’“
I thought, with sex, everything is.
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