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   A Naughty Holiday Pt.  03

   Sophie and Alex woke up early and headed to breakfast, both of them
nursing mojito induced headaches from the night before.  Initially neither
one of them seemed ready to discuss the elephant in the room.  But as
Alex's scrambled eggs arrived, he couldn't hold back any longer.

   "About last night in the bar..." he started.

   Sophie tensed and put her fork down.  "Are you mad?"

   "Mad?  God no.  You were incredible.  The sexiest thing I have ever
seen. But I guess it was...is...a shock to think that you could do
something like that.  Do you regret what happened?"

   Although greatly relieved that Alex wasn't upset, her clenched body
betrayed the fact that she was still coming to terms with it.  And in the
sober light of day, she was trying to figure out what it all meant.  Was
she becoming a slut?  Had she been repressing something?  Was it just a
one-off crazy night, or was she capable of doing it again?

   "I am not sure how I feel," she mused, pushing food round her plate.

   Alex understood, "OK.  But let me say one last thing.  It was my idea to
push our boundaries, and to come on this holiday in the first place.  So I
can't judge you.  I hope you are not mad at me either, I really thought we
would be stronger and happier as a couple if our sex life was more dynamic.
I will be the first to admit that last night was more dynamic than even I
had imagined things could get, and maybe we both need to re-calibrate what
that means.  But I want you to know that I love you as much now, as I ever
have, and I don't respect you any less."

   Sophie smiled, leaned forward, and kissed him.  He didn't always say the
right thing at the right time, but this time he had.

   Glancing at her watch she noticed the time.  "Oh, its 7:30, we need to
head to the jetty in fifteen minutes, so eat up."

   And the topic of conversation shifted to the impending dive.

   -----

   There was already a group at the jetty, and a friendly and attractive
local with a clip board approached them, "Morning, I'm Sam, the lead diver
today, what are your names?"

   "Sophie and Alex."

   "Ah yes, here you are," he muttered, crossing their names off his list.
"You are both on the adventure dive, and diving today and tomorrow, is that
correct?  Good.  Can I see your PADI cards please?"

   Sophie handed them over.

   "Right, only one more couple and we're off," Sam explained.  "Weather
looks perfect, and if we are lucky, the reef sharks I saw yesterday will
still be hanging around."

   "Sharks?" Alex gulped.

   "Caribbean Reef Sharks.  They aren't dangerous.  Don't worry, I'll look
after you," his wife reassured jokingly, knowing her husband had a phobia.

   Casually turning around, Sophie's heart unexpectedly skipped a beat. 
Her handsome ex-boyfriend was strutting down the jetty towards them.  Only,
she knew it wasn't him, it was the stranger from the bar who had watched
her naughty little performance the night before.

   "Ah yes, you must be Ben, and this must be your wife Kristen," Sam said
stepping towards them with his clip board, "You are snorkeling, correct? 
Perfect."

   Turning to the group he then announced that they were all present and
accounted for, and invited everyone aboard.  Sophie's heart was still
pounding as she followed the others onto the vessel.

   ----

   The small diving boat chugged away as Sam spoke loudly over the engine,
going over what lay ahead.  He explained that they would be visiting two
different reefs, and then lunch would be served on the way back.  During
the briefing Sophie looked around at the other couples.  But her eyes kept
returning to the handsome stranger.

   Whilst she found her husband attractive enough, Ben was her ideal
physical type: chiseled manly features, tall, fit, and with a hint of
southern European ancestry.  The sort of man that Renaissance sculptors
would have used as a nude model, except, she imagined, better endowed.  And
as she was admiring him, he turned.  Their eyes met, and Sophie blushed at
the recognition in his confident smile.

   Sam finished his briefing by explaining that it was almost an hour to
the first dive site, and suggested that everyone head up to the roof deck
which would be more comfortable.  Sophie followed her husband up, and they
wondered to the front, gazing out across the calm blue Caribbean waters and
breathing in the fresh air.  It was a glorious sunny morning.

   "Did you see the guy in the white shirt, the one who arrived last?" she
whispered.

   "Wait, don't turn around..."

   But it was too late, Alex had already turned to search for him.

   "The guy sitting next to the brunette you mean?  Sure, why?" He asked,
now eyeing his wife suspiciously.

   Sophie was surprised that he hadn't made the connection, "so you don't
recognize him?"

   "No...should I?"

   "Remember there was another couple in the bar last night?  I recognize
him, and his wife was there too, although she had gone to the toilet or
something when I...got carried away."

   Alex's head whipped around again.  He was used to guys checking out his
wife.  But from what Sophie was now saying, this stranger had seen more of
her than was decent.  And as much as he wanted to dislike him for it,
recalling how his hot blonde wife had lewdly masturbated in the bar made
his groin strain, not his temper.

   He couldn't deny how turned on it had made him, or more importantly, how
turned on it had made her.  Leading to some of the hottest sex they had
ever had.  His temperature rising, Alex removed his t-shirt, hoping the
cool breeze might provide some relief.

   "Could you please put cream on my back?" he asked.

   Sophie reached into their bag for the new bottle of Factor 20, and then
applied it liberally all over his broad swimmers shoulders.  It would allow
him get some colour, but without burning.

   The holiday had been a sexual revelation for the young mother, and her
newly shaved porn star pussy seemed to be on a hair trigger.  To the point
where the simple act of rubbing cream into her husband's back was enough to
get her in the mood.  And she took her time following the contours of his
muscles, enjoying his warm skin.

   It reminded her of how much she used to like exchanging massages,
knowing it would always end in hot, oily, sex.  However, those days had
come to a screeching halt once the kids had arrived.  Who had the energy?
And it was easy to see, now relaxed and on holiday, that she had been in a
negative feedback loop.  For otherwise how could she explain the fact that
she had stopped enjoying the intimacy of her husband's body?

   "That feels great darling, but I think you missed a spot..." Alex said,
interrupting her thoughts.

   And just as he was about to tell her where, she surprised him by
reaching around and slipping her hand into the front of his trunks.

   "Sophie!" he yelped.

   But her palm was already closing tightly around his growing erection,
giving it a few well lubricated tugs.

   "Is this the spot you meant?" she giggled playfully into his ear.

   Alex managed to nod, but just as he was getting into it, her hand slid
back out.

   "My turn," she announced with a cheeky smile, turning around.

   Scanning the deck it seemed everyone was busy preparing something,
except Ben, who was sitting at the back, looking straight at her.  And
although he had dark sunglasses on, Sophie could feel herself being
undressed by his eyes.

   More than happy to oblige, and with anticipation building, she reached
down.  Like a teen undressing before her boyfriend for the first time,
butterflies flew in her tummy as she grabbed the hemline of her light
cotton beach dress and raised it, wiggling to help it on its way.  And bit
by tantalizing bit, her athletic figure and tiny orange bikini came into
view.

   Alex grabbed the sunscreen, and admired his wife's fit body.  The
Brazilian style bottoms didn't cover much of her perfect rear, and the
strapless top looked fantastic.  Warming up some cream in his palms, he
started off by lovingly rubbing her tempting shoulders.  Unable to resist,
he leaned forward to plant a kiss on the nape of her neck, sending
goosebumps down her spine.

   "Ah," she moaned.

   Her breathing was getting heavier as the strong hands worked their way
down to the small of her back and around her tummy.  Causing her nipples to
harden under the bright orange top.

   "I think you missed a spot," she said coquettishly,

   And looking straight at Ben she stepped back, until her barely covered
derriere was nestled against a hard bulge.  And if Alex had been unsure
about what the saucy minx wanted next, she left him in no doubt as she
began to discreetly gyrate against his growing wood.  And sure enough an
eager hand soon reached around to cup between her legs.

   "Hmm," she purred approvingly.

   Relishing the pressure against her sensitive clit, willing the digits to
reach under the fabric and probe more deeply.  Again, taking the lead, she
separated her legs a little to encourage them.  And to her delight the hand
responded, slipping into the front of her bottoms, brushing over her newly
shaved skin, round and past her hooded clit, and finally sliding between
the folds of her already moist pussy.  Rewarding her with a jolt of
pleasure.

   Sophie bit her lip to stop from crying out and glanced down.  Shocked by
just how indecent it was to see a hand wedged inside her stretched bikini
bottoms.  Looking back up, Ben's hand had moved to his own crotch.  And she
loved how naughty it felt to be fingered by her husband as another man
watched.

   But suddenly Ben's wife looked up.  And it brought Sophie crashing back
to reality.  Regaining her senses, she stepped forward and yanked her
husband's hand out.

   Alex sighed in disappointment and pinched himself to make sure it hadn't
been a dream.  His wife was insatiable, and just like the night before,
seemed to be relishing being naughty in public, leaving him wondering how
far she would be prepared to go.  For now though, he unrolled his towel and
lay face down on it in order to hide is obvious erection.

   Feeling a little light headed Sophie placed her towel next to his and
did the same, but kept her head to one side so that she could spy on the
others through the anonymity of her sunglasses.

   The other couples weren't interesting, so she concentrated on Kristen,
who was removing her t-shirt and skirt, revealing an incredible body.  She
was voluptuous without being chubby, and her boobs were huge without being
too big.  The sort of body Sophie had seen on erotic blogs.

   Next Ben stood up and removed his t-shirt to reveal a perfect six pack,
like a Men's Fitness magazine cover.  Sophie's husband wasn't in bad shape,
but nothing close.  And, without any guilt, as she imagined what those abs
would feel like to touch and rub.

   They were a handsome couple for sure, Barbie and Ken in human form. 
From her vantage point on the towel, Sophie watched with intrigue as Ben
moved behind Kristen and started to apply sun cream.  He must have been
trying to copy what he had just seen, as eventually his hand slipped round
the front of her bottoms.  But no sooner had he touched between her legs,
than Kristen had turned around to give him an ear full whilst gesticulating
a finger in the air.

   Sophie had to bury her face in the towel to suppress her laughter.

   ------

   Eventually the vessel arrived at the reef and everyone got ready.  They
were joined on the dive by a few of the other couples, and headed into the
water with Sam as their guide.  It was spectacular.  They saw all manner of
coral and fish, including a brief sighting of the promised reef sharks. 
Returning to the boat they were all thrilled.

   After grabbing a snack in the galley, Sophie ascended to the top deck to
join her husband, and was taken aback to see him casually conversing with
the barbie couple.

   "Ah, Sophie darling, come and meet Ben and Kristen," Alex called out,
waving her to join, "they are here on their honeymoon."

   She may not have been as well endowed as Kristen, but with a killer body
and skimpy bikini, she still got everyone's attention as she sauntered
over. Especially as the damp low cut bottoms had ridden up, giving her a
nice camel toe.

   "Pleasure to meet you," Sophie said, trying her best to act natural. 
"Honeymoon?  Congratulations, what a magnificent place for it."

   Confronted with Ben's wife in person, Sophie suddenly felt a pang of
doubt regarding her previous inappropriate behavior.  After all, how would
she have felt if a woman had been shamelessly flirting with Alex the same
way?  And on their honeymoon!  Wanton exhibitionism was one thing, but
interfering in marriages was something else entirely.

   "Bonjour," Kristen curled, in a passable french accent, before leaning
forward and kissing her cheeks.

   'Oh my God!  She knows who I am...does she know everything?' Sophie
panicked.

   Kristen sensed Sophie's surprise, "I studied French through high school
and did a semester in Paris while I was at Columbia.  I could hear your
accent," she explained, innocently enough.

   Sophie breathed in relief.  But too soon.  Ben then leaned forward and
copied his wife, kissing both her cheeks, lingering each time a bit more
than necessary.

   "Nice to meet you," he said grinning, "although I feel I know you from
somewhere..."

   His WASP accent and attitude was pure Wall Street.  She knew his type
from her social circle and the country club.  An arrogant, silver spooned,
over confident daddy's boy.  He was no mysterious Michelangelo, come to
sweep her off her feet.  He was arrogance personified.  And her infatuation
instantly crumbled, leaving in its place a sense of regret.

   As they launched into small talk Sophie watched her husband for clues
about how he was feeling.  But he seemed remarkably OK with it all. 
Kristen had his full attention, and he seemed to be enjoying her company.
And it wasn't hard to imagine why, or what he was ogling under the privacy
of his dark sunglasses.

   The curvy brunette did most of the talking, and managed to bring the
conversation round to their recent extravagant wedding, and the honeymoon
that Ben's parents had offered.  For Parrot Cay was only their first stop
on a tour of exclusive Caribbean resorts.  They were leaving the next day
for the exclusive gated community of Lyford Cay, in the Bahamas.

   Despite being a cliche Manhattan princess, it was hard not to like
Kristen's bubbly personality.  Especially when it came with a pair of
beautiful breasts that were straining to be contained by her white bikini.

   Although generally happy with her own body, if Sophie could change one
thing, it would be to have bigger boobs.  Not the size of Kristen's, but
maybe a small C cup.  It wasn't a major hang up, or anything like that.  If
hadn't become such a complex that she would risk surgery over it.  But
there was something about big boobs that she found alluring, to the point
that she did on occasion look at erotic photos of well endowed woman whilst
masturbating.

   In fact, she was probably more into them than her husband.  She knew
this because the only time she had ever brought up the idea of having a
boob job, he was decidedly lukewarm.  Explaining that if she wanted to do
it for herself then he would of course support her.  But that as far as he
was concerned, he loved her small perky tits as they were, and so he didn't
want her taking any surgical risks for his sake.  (Of course, he had gone
on to warn her, only half jokingly, that since he was an ass man, if she
ever got chubby and lost her incredible legs and bum, it was over between
them.)

   ----

   After the mandatory hour between dives had passed, Sam announced that it
was time to suit up and get back into the water.  The second dive was as
amazing as the first.  This time they managed to see a few seahorses as
well as a giant sea turtle, which was sadly missing one of its legs (or is
it fins?).

   Returning to the boat Alex took off his equipment and then offered to
help his wife with hers.  And since there wasn't much space, they shuffled
out of the way into the corner.

   "Turn around so that I can unzip you," he offered.

   Sophie did just that and waited, studying the chaos of the lower deck as
divers removed their tanks, and wet gear went flying.  But when the zip
finally started moving down the curve of her back, the sound and feel
triggered a flashback, transporting her to a hot summer's night.  The night
her husband had blindfolded her and unzipped that beautiful black dress. 
The night he had tied her up and dominated her for the first time.

   A shiver ran down her spine as Alex gently pushed the neoprene off her
shoulders and inserted his hands between it and her skin, slowly running
them down her front and up and over her breasts.

   Soon the upper portion of the wetsuit was flopping at her waist, and
Sophie could have easily done the rest herself.  But at that moment Kristen
returned from her snorkeling and climbed out of the water.  Her dripping
body glistening as she threw her hair to one side and moved gracefully to
towel herself dry.  It was like she was moving in slow motion, and Sophie
followed her every move, studying how her large breasts jiggled inside the
sexy white bikini.  Fascinated, jealous, and aroused.

   Having just coped a feel without protest, Alex figured he might get away
with upping the anti.  And a Cheshire cat smile spread across his face as
he contemplated pushing things even further than earlier in the day.

   "Let me help you get this all the way off.  Don't move." he instructed.

   But Sophie barely registered the words as she continued to be mesmerized
by the brunette a few yards away.

   With adrenaline pumping, Alex knelt, grabbed the wetsuit, and started
peeling it down.  Making sure to also hook his thumbs into the itsy bikini
bottoms.  Sophie felt the heavy material falling away from her hips and
didn't think anything of it at first.  It was only when the damp feeling at
her crotch was replaced by a cool draft that she looked down.

   "Oh my," she gasped.

   Her cute innie slit was on public display.  And her immediate reflex, or
lack thereof, betrayed her desire.  Instead of covering up, she looked
towards Kristen, Sam and the others, willing someone to notice the
accident, nervous excitement surging through her veins.

   But it was no accident, and the bottoms kept going, until Alex was
satisfied they were low enough.  Then, unhooking his thumbs, he pulled the
remaining wet suit into a heap on the floor.  Leaving the lightly tanned
blonde standing there, orange bottoms stretched between her thighs,
shamelessly showing off her pretty shaven pussy to anyone who cared to
look.

   Being seen in public, or the risk of being seen, was a massive turn on,
and Sophie savored the thrill.  Distracted by the moment, she was caught
off guard and nearly feel over, as her naked butt cheeks were unexpectedly
grabbed behind.  To keep balance she quickly leaned forward and placed her
hands on her knees, which caused her back to arch and her rear to stick
out.

   Alex grinned at his wanton wife's reaction.  And not wasting a second,
stretched her tight buns apart, leaned in, and licked her forbidden hole
and fleshy slit.  Causing Sophie to close her eyes and squeal in delight as
the moist tongue made her nerve ending light up in pleasure.

   Re-opening her eyes moments later, Sophie was confronted with a startled
brunette.  And like a deer caught in headlights, she stood there, bikini
bottoms stretched between her thighs and a head slurping at her rear.

   Kristen didn't move either, fixated on the unbelievably hot action
taking place right under everyone's noses.  She knew French people were
more relaxed about sex, but couldn't believe someone would go that far in
public.  It was the first time she had ever watched another couple
performing a sexual act in real life.  And it was fucking hot!

   Sophie was the first to regain her senses, and reluctantly decided it
was time to stop, before it got out of hand.  Standing up straight she
pushed Alex back and pulled up her bottoms into place.

   "We can finish this back at the villa," she whispered, turning around
and kissing him with intensity, not caring where his lips had just been.

   ----

   Sophie decided to avoid Kristen and Ben during the return journey.  But
as they left the boat and walked down the jetty, Kristen caught up with
her.

   "I can't stop thinking about what I saw earlier," she said breathlessly.
"You guys still seem to have so much passion after all these years.  How do
you do it, any tips for a newlywed?"

   Sophie blushed, She was surprised that Kristen seemed so open about what
had happened.  Which, as she prepared to respond, actually made her less
embarrassed about it.

   "It is not as easy as it looks.  The way we are on this holiday, is not
how we are at home."

   "Why not?" the brunette shot back.

   Sophie wanted to laugh at how naïve she was, but as she turned the
words over in her mind, she starting wondering.  Why did things had to be
so different at home?

   As the girls kept talking they realized that they were in nearly
adjoining villas, and so they strolled along the beach together.  The men
seemed content to follow and enjoy the view.  Neither saying anything, but
both of them no doubt thinking the same thing.  Time flew by and they were
soon back at the villas.

   "This is us darling," Alex called out.

   Ben and Kristen said their goodbye's and headed off to their own villa
20 yards further up the beach.

   "I am going to sunbath on the dune for a bit, I don't want to get tan
lines," Sophie told her husband.

   "OK, good idea.  Let me just hit the toilet and I will be back to join
you," he replied.

   'In France I used to sunbath topless all the time,' Kristen reminisced,
overhearing them as she somewhat reluctantly walked away.

   -----

   Ten minutes later Alex headed out of the villa, towel in hand. 
Restless, his thoughts kept returning to his flirt of a wife, and how much
he needed to give her a good hard fucking after all the teasing on the
boat.

   He spotted a trace of orange amongst the dune scrub and headed towards
it.  Sophie was indeed sunbathing topless, her lovely breasts and pink
nipples on display.  As he approached, it never occurred to him to glance
20 yards to the north.

   "You weren't kidding," he smiled.

   "Nope, the sun feels great on my nipples, plus this way I get more
vitamin D."

   "Great idea," he agreed, arranging his towel next to hers and whipping
off his trunks, "I could use the extra vitamin D as well."

   Sophie smiled excitedly.  She was horny as hell, and keen to live out a
fantasy that had presented itself.  So as soon as her husband had laid down
next to her, she removed her own bottoms and leaned in to kiss him.  One
tender kiss turned into another, until they were passionate.  Without
breaking contact, Sophie then hiked a leg over his hips.  And, sitting
astride her man, reached down and positioned the swollen head of his cock
between her ready folds.

   "Oui," Sophie groaned as she pushed down, prying herself open with his
hard shaft.

   "Fuck that feels good," Alex groaned.

   He loved the first few thrusts, before her tight hole was fully
lubricated.  But soon enough it was, and the gorgeous blonde's hips started
rotating up and down, taking charge of the pace.  They continued kissing
until she leaned forward, offering her swaying tits.  And her steady groans
grew louder as he started sucking and licking them whilst moving his hips
up to meet hers.

   Sophie knew it was now or never, and with only the briefest moment of
hesitation, made the decision to proceed.  Sitting back up, so that her
naked sweaty body could be admired above the low scrub on the dunes, she
verified that the brunette was still nearby.

   "Yes, like that," she cried out loudly.  "Fuck me Alex.  Give me that
cock."

   The words weren't going to win her an Oscar nomination, but they did the
trick.  Kristen sat up and looked in their direction.  Her large breasts
and dark nipples as beautiful as Sophie had imagined.

   "Honey, Kristen is topless and watching us from over there," she panted,
flicking her head back along the dune.

   "Promise me," Alex replied in shock.

   "Look for yourself," she offered, "but don't be too obvious, otherwise
we might scare her off."

   Sophie hoped off him, lay back, and spread her legs.  Alex loved how
delicious his wife's hairless pussy looked and took her hands, guiding them
to it.

   "Open yourself up for me," he commanded loudly.

   Sophie obeyed and spread herself, revealing the hot pink of her vagina.
Alex moved between her thighs and positioned his cock so that it rested at
the moist entrance.  He loved watching her tight pussy lips yield.  How
they formed a seal around his cock and moved back and forth as it went in
and out.  It was one of his favorite sights in the world, and only when he
had had enough did he venture to look north.

   "Tell me what you see?" Sophie groaned.

   "Kristen has propped herself up with one arm, and is frantically rubbing
under her white bikini bottoms with the other."

   "She's masturbating!  I want to see." Sophie pouted.

   "So do I."

   "...I have an idea," Sophie said hurriedly, pushing him off.

   Then she got on all fours and positioned herself at an angle
perpendicular to Kristen.  Alex understood, got behind her, spread her
cheeks, and thrust back in.

   "Yes, fill me with your big, hard, cock," Sophie begged, playing her
role as exhibitionist slut to perfection, looking straight at the Brunette.

   Alex was loving it.  He recalled how much fun it had been to perform for
their babysitter over the summer.  Except this time he could see their
voyeur, and she was a gorgeous brunette who was busy fingering herself. 
The heat of the sun, the foreplay on the boat, and knowing that Kristen was
watching and playing with herself as he slammed into his wife.  It all
added up to an amazing sensation in his loins.

   "I'm going to cum soon," he warned.

   "Me too!  Plus Fort," Sophie pleaded, "harder!"

   Kristen seemed to be on the same wavelength, and the couple watched in
awe as she pushed her white bikini bottoms to one side and unabashedly
rubbed and frigged.  Bucking hips and loud whimpers conveying how close she
was to climax.

   It was too much.  Alex grunted and unleashed an almighty spurt of cum
deep into his wife's French cunt, which was followed by several more as he
emptied himself completely.  Sophie went over the edge as well.  And the
world faded as her senses were overwhelmed by the pure joy that was
flooding through her body.  It was a glorious simultaneous orgasm, and they
both collapsed into a heap on the sand.

   Eventually, coming down from their high and drenched in sweat, they both
remembered Kristen.  But as they looked in her direction, she was already
hurrying away, back towards her villa.



   A Naughty Holiday Pt.  04

   It was mid-afternoon by the time Sophie and Alex found themselves back
on the private island's main beach.  Fine white sand shifting under their
feet as they strolled hand in hand past the turquoise waters lapping
nearby.

   The third day of their luxury Caribbean holiday had so far been a huge
success.  Starting as it did with sweet love-making before breakfast,
followed by another morning of spectacular diving.  But what had got Alex's
heart really racing, was the promise it still held.

   For his gorgeous blonde wife had acted like the perfect tease.  Except,
without Ben and Kristen around, their handsome black diving guide had
become the object of her attention.  And she had been merciless.  Asking
the young local to apply sunscreen, letting her breasts 'accidentally' pop
out of her orange bikini top, and 'unwittingly' allowing her itsy Brazilian
bottoms to slide down her thighs while she was wriggling out of her wet
suit.

   But far from being jealous, Alex had been hard most of the day, loving
the interplay between his exhibitionist wife and the poor lad.  So as the
villa came into view over the dunes, his pulse accelerated and his muscles
grew taught, like an athlete before a race.  Tightening his grip around the
delicate hand within its grasp, leading it purposefully up the small rise,
towards the appointment with pleasure that now beckoned.

   Sand kicked up in their tracks as they navigated the swaying scrub and
shadows.  Passing the spot where Sophie had been filled with cum whilst the
lovely Kristen, and her large round melons, had watched and masturbated
nearby.  And as if Alex wasn't already horny enough, thinking about it made
his lust boil over.

   It was incredible how vigorous he felt without work and kids weighing
him down.  Almost like being a teenager again.  Which reminded him of a
summer long past, his first with Sophie, when they were both university
students.  Borrowing her father's beat up old Renault Cinq to drive down
the sleepy west coast of France.  No commitments, no schedule, no worries,
and barely any money.  Camping on beaches and in forests.  Sneaking into
hotels and holiday camps, to use the facilities and steal food from buffet
tables.  Happy and carefree days, enjoying the simple things in life.

   And the sex had been fantastic.  Once, twice or even three times a day.
In showers, on beaches, in the tent, in the car, on the car, and even being
caught in public a few times.  Her father's expression as they had tried to
explain away the dent on the bonnet was unforgettable.

   As soon as they were inside the villa Sophie threw off her beach dress
and bikini, allowing her husband to study her delicious body.  She could
feel his gaze, and smell his testosterone in the air.  And although part of
her longed to have him inside, she was enjoying being a tease, and wanted
to play the role for a little longer.

   "Pardon Cheri.  My spa appointment is soon and I want to wash my hair.
We don't have time for anything right now," she called out over her
shoulder, as she sauntered to the bathroom.

   It wasn't strictly true, there was a moment to spare, but it gave her a
good excuse.  Alex did a double take, not sure that he had heard right.  He
understood that she had an appointment to keep, but couldn't believe she
would be inhumane enough to leave him hanging.  Worst case, there was
surely time for a...

   "No, not even for a quickie!" she insisted, reading his mind.  "But I
promise to make it up to you tonight.  Now, allez-y, go to the pool and
work on that six pack you keep promising me."

   And, before he could mount a rebuttal, or she could change her mind,
Sophie popped behind the bathroom door and locked it shut with a heavy
thud. Smiling mischievously as she turned on the shower, imagining her
frustrated husband prowling like a caged animal back in the room.

   'Oh...I'm going to get it good tonight!' she giggled with a tingle.

   "Bitch," Alex cursed at the locked door.

   She had wound him up and then left him high and dry with a serious case
of blue balls.  Grabbing his goggles he stormed out of the villa.

   "Mark my words..." he vowed, "you're going to pay for this..."

   -------

   A robed silhouette emerged back into the silent room.  Moving gracefully
through the still air, coming to a stop under the spotlight in front of the
full length mirror.  Pausing, as if waiting for a stage cue.  Then, in a
flurry of motion, pushing the plush white bathroom robe off to reveal a
beautiful glistening body.

   Piecing blue eyes critically assessed the naked woman that was standing
there.  Her fine facial features, long blonde hair, perky breasts, slim
waist, cute slit, and toned legs.  Evenly tanned, except for a band of pale
skin across her chest and a shallow triangle of white between her hips. 
Temptation in human form.

   Unable to resist, hands were soon roaming over her lovely breasts,
kneading and savoring, rolling and pinching the sensitive pink nipples
until they were standing proud and erect.  Eliciting a moan of pleasure. 
Then, eager to continue their exploration, the hands moved south.  Running
approvingly over the freshly shaved skin of her mound, down over the bump
of her hooded clit, and round to the tight folds of her innie pussy.

   As deeply satisfying vibrations emanated from her core, Sophie stared at
herself in the mirror and appreciated the irony of what she had become. 
For it wasn't that long ago that she condemned girls who were sluts or
hussies.  And yet here she was.  Shaving her sex, performing lewd acts,
exhibiting herself, and masturbating and fucking in public.  All the
hallmarks of a world class whore.  But then again, after what had happened
to her when she was a freshman at college, maybe it shouldn't have been
such a surprise that she had the capacity suppressed within.

   But Sophie had never been one to care about social norms, preferring
instead to live life the way she wanted.  And in that context, what was so
wrong about enjoying her sexuality?  Wasn't it up to her to decide what she
did with her body?  And if her husband didn't mind, which he clearly
didn't, what was there to reproach?  As long as no one got hurt, there was
no harm done.

   Take that morning, surely Sam didn't mind the attention.  Besides, she
couldn't have been the first female client to flirt with him.  Granted, she
might have been more brazen than most, but she had no doubt that he had
been the object of desire for more than a few horny women.

   'Hmm...Sam..." she groaned, thinking of the young stud and his gorgeous
six pack.

   And although she had wanted to save herself for later in the evening,
there was no way she would be leaving the villa without having an orgasm
first.  All the flirting had got her too worked up, and not releasing the
sexual tension was not an option.  So sitting in front of the full length
mirror, she spread her legs and got to it.  Rubbing her clit whilst
stuffing herself full of fingers, simulating what she thought Ben's big
slab of black meat would feel like.

   Watching the reflection was like an out of body experience.  Sophie knew
it was herself, and yet she felt strangely detached from the insatiable
blonde that was jilling away, oblivious to anything except her own primeval
needs.  Willing the performer on, wanting to see her cum in all her
magnificent depravity.  And she didn't have to wait long before,
accompanied by the sound of squishy flesh and quick breaths, the blonde
shook in waves and covered her hand in slick juice.

   Satisfied, Sophie cleaned herself up and headed over to the large
wardrobe to get ready.  But the white beach dress that she was intent on
wearing was nowhere to be found.  Search as she may, it wasn't in the
drawer or hanging above, which was strange, as it had definitely been
packed.

   "Maybe Alex accidentally put it with his things?" she wondered out loud,
opening his drawer and ruffling through it.

   But something else caught her eye, a corner of red material that seemed
out of place.  Curious, she removed the folded garment and turned it in her
hands.  There was a ball of white cotton wrapped inside, and she put it to
one side.

   "Oh my," she gasped, connecting the velcro ends.

   It was a pleated micro skirt with a red tartan pattern, and a black
Hustler label at the front.  She smiled at her husband's audacity, knowing
there would be another piece of clothing which would complete the ensemble.
Plunging back into the drawer she eventually found it, at the bottom of the
pile.  A tight fitting short sleeve white shirt which she hadn't worn for
years.

   Pulling it out to examine, Sophie unexpectedly smiled in delight, for
underneath it was the white beach dress she had been looking for. 
Nonetheless, her focus remained on the items in question, and like a cop
laying out contraband for official photographs, she placed the guilty
pieces side by side on the bed.

   A week ago she would have probably thrown them all away in abhorrence.
But it hardly seemed scandalous after the last few days.  And besides,
being a student seduced by a teacher had been one of her oldest fantasies.
Had she told her husband that?  Or was he hoping to fulfill his own
perverted dream?  Her usually perfect memory couldn't recall.

   'What do you think Soph, can you pull it off?'

   The clock confirmed there was just enough time before the spa
appointment, so she quickly dug through the lingerie looking for something
suitable.  But it was all La Perla or similarly sophisticated and expensive
brands, nothing that looked remotely like something a schoolgirl would
wear.

   'Unless, of course,' she giggled, 'it was from a sugar daddy.'

   Finally settling on the full bottomed sheer white panties, she slipped
into the uniform and returned to the mirror.  Her eyes arching in surprise
at the transformation.

   The long white hot socks finished just above the knee, leaving her
sensual upper thighs completely exposed.  The red skirt was so short that
her see-through panties peeked out from under it, even when she didn't
move. Then there was the tight white shirt without any bra underneath,
which was left unbuttoned at the top for good measure.  Twirling
provocatively in front of the mirror, she was impressed with the outcome.

   Putting a finger to her mouth and pouting like a spoiled brat, Sophie
had to concede that the schoolgirl staring back was just asking to be
fucked, and fucked hard.  If she had been a male teacher, she would
definitely have made the little slut earn her 'A'.  But there was something
missing, a piece de resistance.  Searched for her iPhone she Googled 'sexy
schoolgirl'.

   The images set her imagination racing, compelling her to click on some
of the more saucy ones, especially those where the model had big boobs.

   Bing.

   A little green box suddenly appeared, interrupting the smut surfing. 
Swiping it opened a selfie.  It was from her best friend, who was sitting
at a work desk and looking bored.  The text beneath it read:

   "Glad to see you back online!  At work, pale and jealous...girls night
Fri?"

   Sophie laughed heartily - and then stopped dead.  Clouds parted in her
mind to reveal the glorious sunshine of an idea, and her lips curled into a
salacious smile.

   ------

   Even though they had just finished dinner, Alex still hadn't satisfied
his craving.  Far from it.  Looking across the candle-lit table at his
gorgeous wife, his carnal hunger had never been greater.

   Sophie could see it in his eyes, and enjoyed taunting him, curling her
tongue round the silver spoon, sensuously cleaning the last of the
chocolate sauce, her actions charged with innuendo.  The blonde's
suggestive behavior was in stark contrast to her angelic appearance: a
simple white dress, a small solitaire, and a French braid.  And the
contradiction between her pure look and recent sinful behavior was not lost
on her husband, who couldn't wait to defile her.

   But the butterflies in the pit of his stomach weren't just related to
those desires.  They were also related to the fact that he was going to ask
his wife to role play for the first time.  For shortly after booking the
holiday, he had also gone shopping at an adult store, hoping to live out a
long held fantasy.  But since they had arrived at Parrot Cay, he had
chickened out every time he wanted to bring it up, fearing she would say
"no", and that it might ruin the incredible holiday vibe.  Of course, the
chance of her saying "yes" had gone up significantly given her recent
deviant behavior.  But Alex was nervous nonetheless.

   It was their last night, and so his hand was being forced.  It was time
to put up or shut up.  He downed the last of the red wine, hoping the
liquid courage would fortify his resolve.  Tactics turning over in his mind
as he calculated the best way to broach the subject.

   "Do you like my hair?" Sophie asked out of the blue, idly flicking her
French braid to the side and running a hand over the interwoven locks.

   "I love it when you put your hair up like that.  You did it a lot when
we first met.  Why did you stop?  You should do it more often," he replied
excitedly.

   It was the opening that he had been waiting for!  Taking a deep breath
he composed himself, going over the his pitch.  But just as he was about to
speak, his wife beat him to it.

   "Why did I stop?  I'll tell you.  Because it felt like every time a man
looked at me, they were imaging some sick perverted schoolgirl fantasy."

   She paused, allowing the words to sink in.  "Degoutant.  Gross, right?
It's like those old guys who go to Thailand on sex holidays.  Super creepy.
Major Losers.  That's why I stopped."

   And, looking straight into his eyes for maximum effect, she took his
hand and closed out her performance.

   "I'm glad you're not like that.  It would really disappoint me."

   Alex should have seen the naughty twinkle in her eye.  He should have
guessed that there was something behind the remark.  It was all too much of
a coincidence.  But he had been so caught up in his own little world, that
he missed the signs.  Instead, his fantasy shattered into a million pieces,
and his heart sank.  There was no way he could ask her now.  Sophie could
see the defeated expression and had to suppress a grin.  Her particular
brand of french humor could sometimes boarder on cruelty.

   "Cheri, let's head over to the bar for a round of mojitos before we go
back to the villa.  I have to go to the toilet, and I think I left my
sunglasses at the Spa earlier.  So, go on ahead and get us a place, and I
will join you shortly."

   Alex felt almost numb as his wife leaned over and gave him a peck on the
cheek, before bouncing energetically out of the restaurant.  Full of
disappointment, he headed down towards the circular bar annex with lead
feet.  It was much busier than on that infamous night.  And, whether by
chance or fate, the only sofa available, was the same one they had been
sitting at when his wife had first pulled back her wet skirt.

   "It is good to see you again Mr Marino," came a familiar voice.

   Alex looked up, recognizing the same bartender that had watched Sophie's
sex show, and he didn't know whether to be embarrassed, friendly, or angry.

   "Thank you," he managed in the end.

   "Just yourself tonight?"

   "No, no, my wife will be here in a minute."

   "May I offer you two mojitos then, on the house?" the bartender said
with a big grin.

   Other couples gaily chatted away whilst Alex finished his drink and
soaked in the ambiance.  His thoughts wandering back to that evening, and
how erotic it had been to watch Sophie exposing and playing with herself
whilst other men had been present.  Except, in his replay, the ending
varied.  Instead of taking her to the beach, he imagined them doing it on
the sofa, and the other men join...

   "Alex," a voice called out, jolting him from his thoughts.

   "Ben!"

   "Can I join you?"

   "Sure."

   "Where's Sophie?" he asked, a little too intently.

   "Should be here any minute."

   And like the bartender, Ben perked up at the knowledge that the hot
blonde would be joining.  They started talking about the dives, and as a
minute turned into two, and then into five, Alex began to wonder what had
become of her.

   Buzz...  buzz...

   A vibration tickled his thigh, and it took him a second to remember that
he had reluctantly brought his iPhone at Sophie's request.  Something about
wanting to take photos on their last night, and hers being out of charge.
Removing it from his pocket he held it casually out in front, pressed his
thumb down, and then tapped the WhatsApp icon, not even bothering to see
who it was from.

   "Holy shit, nice photo!" Ben scoffed, as he caught sight of the screen.

   Alex had to agree.  It was a selfie of a hot body dressed as a naughty
schoolgirl and laying on a bed, with the face outside of the frame.  He
immediately assumed it was from his colleague Marco.  Photos like this
always were.  Single, and something of a Don Juan, Marco enjoyed teasing
his married work mates with photos of the models and thousand dollar
hookers that he regularly cavorted with.

   "Can I see it?" Ben asked eagerly, holding out his hand.

   Preoccupied with ruing what could have been, Alex didn't think twice
about handing over the phone.  He was too busy being jealous of Marco, who
was living out the very fantasy which his wife had just destroyed.  And,
now that he thought of it, not only was he pissed off about that, but also
because she had mercilessly teased him all day, whilst refusing to do
anything about it.  Always holding out the promise of making it up to him.
What a load of bullshit.  Not to mention the fact that she was keeping him
waiting over a pair of fucking sunglasses.  Dark shadows of resentment
seeped into his mind.

   "I'd love a little bit of that," Ben whistled.

   But Alex barely heard.

   "Where the fuck is she?" he cursed venomously under his breath.

   Glancing back towards the bar entrance, not hearing the buzz of his
phone as more photos arrived.

   "Wow.  If you don't mind me saying, that is some woman you have," Ben
blurted out, barely containing his excitement.

   Alex turned back to look at him, thinking he was referring to the
earlier antics on the dive trip.

   "Yeh, sorry about Sophie's behavior today, she can be...  "

   "Sorry about what?" Ben interrupted.  "She is incredible.  And you guys
seem so opened minded.  I maybe thought that...you know...she...you
guys..." and he paused, suddenly lost for words.

   But he didn't need to continue.  The penny dropped.  Alex understood
exactly what he wanted to say, and realized that his showing up at the bar
was no coincidence.  And who could blame him?  After all, Sophie had led
him on all morning, and he, the husband, hadn't done anything to stop her.
Ben was good looking and fit, so his ego probably put two and two together
and concluded he was in with a shot.

   Although many people might have taken offense, Alex actually empathized
with him.  After all, his cock tease of a wife had played them both.  If
anything, they were in the same boat.

   Buzz...buzz...

   Alex saw the glow of another photo arriving, and reached out for the
phone.

   It was the sexy schoolgirl again.  Only this time the photo was from
behind and at a low angle looking up.  She was standing with sheer white
panties pulled down around her thighs, her pussy clearly visible under the
short red skirt.  Alex glanced at the sender.  It was from his wife's
phone! Blood rushed to his head.

   "What the fuck?" he breathed out, processing the unexpected twist.

   He clicked out of the photo and looked at the message stream.  She had
sent half a dozen naughty photos, and included her face in some of them. 
And there was a message just above the last one.

   "I know I've been naughty today.  Want to make it up to you.  Waiting at
the villa."

   "Damn..." he whistled.

   Suddenly it all made sense!  The cheeky minx!  Through the fog of desire
now clouding his tipsy mind, it all fit together.  The comment at dinner,
her hair, that she insisted he take the phone, and keeping him waiting in
the bar.  She must have found the costume and decided to have a some fun at
his expense.  Classic Sophie.  She had played him masterfully, and he
admired her deviousness.  Maybe he deserved it on some level, but it wasn't
his style to let her get away with it either.  No, she would have to be
taught a lesson...

   Alex suddenly remembered Ben, who had no doubt seen all the photos and
the message.  He closed his eyes to think, trying to make sense of the
chaos swirling across the canvas of his mind.  Infinite emotions and
choices, some of which could change his life forever.  And then, as if by
divine intervention, it all fell into place, and a work of art
spontaneously materialized, breathtaking in its perfection.

   His eyes burst open, and his thumbs tapped away excitedly.

   "Coming now.  And I intend to make you work for your A-level."

   ------

   Alex gripped the door handle and swung it open.  The villa was dimly
lit, except for the table which was bathed in light from the ceiling spots.
And there she was, sitting with her back towards the entrance, illuminated
like a gift from God.  The reverent silence of the hallowed space broken
only by the scratching of a pencil.

   "Mr Marino," she called out in a sweet tone, not looking up from her
pretend work, "Could you please help me?  I can't afford to fail your
course.  But I am scared that I might not be able to handle how hard it
is."

   Alex's heart-rate accelerated as the magnitude of what was happening
sunk in.  Steeling himself, he moved past the threshold of the door, and
waited until a shadow had passed behind before closing and locking it. 
There would be no turning back.

   "Now...now...young lady.  We can't have that, can we?" he responded,
slipping into his role with surprising ease.  "I am sure we can figure out
a way to help you learn to cope with it's hardness."

   It was an abused clichÃ(C), and their lines weren't going to win an
Emmy, but they were both enjoying the famously overused plot nonetheless.
And stalking closer, Alex was consumed by the exquisite creature that would
soon be at his mercy.  Not for one moment thinking of her as his wife,
instead seeing her only as prey.

   "Oh!" she yelped, as his hands clasped her shoulders.

   Causing a shiver to run down her spine as she squirmed her already damp
panties against the lacquered wood chair.

   "Maybe if you put as much effort into your work, as you do into flirting
with all the boys, you wouldn't be failing.  So, should we discuss ways for
you to earn extra credit, or do I need to call your parents," he
threatened, leering over her.

   "What?  Oh, Mr Marino, please don't do that," she ham acted, turning to
look at him with her best puppy dog eyes.  "I am sure we can..."

   "Did I say you could stop writing and look up from your work?" he
unexpectedly boomed, catching her off guard as he pounded the table with
his fist.

   "Sorry...but..."

   "Sorry, who?" he roared.

   "Sorry...Mr.  Marino," she said reflexively.

   Which gained her a painful squeeze of the shoulders.

   "Sorry who?" he repeated more loudly.

   "Sorry...sir?" she guessed nervously.

   "You lack respect and work ethic young lady," he hissed into her ear. 
"And then you think you can use your looks and charm to get away with it.
But I have news for you.  Today is judgement day.  Today you pay the piper.
Am I making myself clear?"

   "Yes," she nodded.

   "Yes, who?" he barked.

   "Yes, Sir," came the dutiful answer.

   Sophie was startled by her teachers aggression and dominance.  It wasn't
at all what she had planned.  It wasn't at all how her own long held
fantasy was meant to evolve.  But before she could reassert her narrative,
she was unceremoniously yanked out of the chair, which Alex quickly kicked
away.

   Embracing her tightly from behind, he nuzzled the nape of her delicate
neck, and raised the skirt so that he could wedge his bulge crudely against
her barely covered crack.

   "Oh, Mr Marino, this is inappropriate," she protested, trying to take
back the initiative.

   But Alex ignored the coquettish objection, reaching round and roughly
grabbing her breasts through the shirt.

   "Hmm, Mr.  Marino," she pouted, "you grabbed my titty."

   But Alex just sneered.  Amused by her wasted attempts to push the role
play in a more innocent direction.  Enjoying her ignorance of the fact that
this wasn't going to be the PG rated schoolgirl fantasy that she was
expecting.  Oh no...she had played with fire and was going to get burned.

   Without warning, he grabbed her braid and whipped it back.

   "Don't think you have any say in what happens, your future now depends
on pleasing us.  We own this hot body," he rasped, squeezing and pulling
her nipple through the shirt, making her whimper in distress.

   And somewhere in the back of Sophie's mind, the 'us' and 'we'
registered. What did it mean?  Was someone else with him?  Why was he
hurting her?  And there was something in his voice, a sinister edge,
something that scared her.  But that very feeling of vulnerability, that
hint that he might not be alone, just served as an intense aphrodisiac.

   "And you want to please us, don't you?" he continued.  "You want to be a
good girl and earn that A-level."

   Sophie strained against his force, unable to nod or speak.

   "Answer me!" he commanded, squeezing the nipple harder.

   She managed a guttural noise, which Alex took as consent.  Satisfied, he
eased up.  And, just as suddenly as the pain had started, it subsided. 
Replaced by a flood of relief as he let go the sore nipple and then
switched to lovingly caressing it.

   A bead of sweat trickled down her cheek as she breathed deeply,
recovering.  But it was only the calm before the storm.

   Rip!

   "Oh," she exclaimed in shock.

   Buttons went flying across the table as her shirt was savagely ripped
open at the front.  Her instinct was to cover up, but the next thing she
knew her hips were yanked back and her shoulders were driven down. 
Reflexes kicked in, and she extended her hands just in time to avoid
hitting the table too hard.  But Alex didn't show the slightest sympathy.
Instead he nudged her legs apart, pushed her shoulders down against the
wood, and pressed on her lower back to encourage her rear to arch higher in
the air.

   "Stay like that," he warned.

   Taking a step back to briefly admire his petite ecoliere, wanting to
savor every moment, to freeze every frame.  Her toned legs in the white hot
socks, her sensuous bare thighs, and how the red material of the tiny
pleated skirt bounced temptingly over the two hills of her upturned cheeks.

   The fantasy being played out was so much more intense than Sophie had
expected.  She didn't even need to act, feeling truly dominated, anxious,
and at the mercy of an authoritarian figure against whom she was powerless
to say no.  So she didn't move whilst the hem of her skirt was lifted out
of the way and deftly tucked inside the waistband.  Or when her thin
panties were bunched together and pulled up her crack.

   "You have been a very naughty girl," came the haunting words.

   Causing a surge of adrenaline through the vulnerable student's veins as
she braced for what was obviously coming next.

   "A real cock tease."

   Spank.

   "Showing yourself off to strangers over the last few days."

   Spank.

   "And then flirting shamelessly with Ben on the boat this morning."

   Spank.

   "Ow," Sophie finally whimpered, wriggling her rose tinged bottom in the
air, searching for relief from the throbbing.

   "And then giving me blue balls all day."

   Spank.

   "Ouch!" she cried out in pain.

   Satisfied by the pink hues of her bare skin Alex decided it was time to
move on.

   "Now, don't you dare move whilst I take off my clothing and get
something," he ordered.

   Sophie didn't have to stew for long before she heard his footsteps
returning and felt his fingers hook into her damp panties.  Peeling them
down, stopping only when they had reached the top of the hot socks.

   "Those panties better not hit the floor Sophie, or I will use your
virgin ass for my own personal pleasure," he stated viciously.  "Do you
hear me?"

   "Yes Sir," she nodded.

   Dutifully separating her legs to keep the panties stretched between her
thighs.  And in doing so, parting her buns enough to allow a tantalizing
glimpse of her wrinkled flower and glistening pink slit.

   "Oh," she gasped in surprise.

   Sucking in air through clenched teeth as cold massage oil dribbled onto
her sore cheeks.  Suffering from Stockholm Syndrome, she even felt grateful
when Alex's warm hands then enveloped her perfect peaches and began to
lovingly massage them, expertly rubbing away the lingering sting from the
punishment that he had just administered.

   Unable to resist the siren call of the schoolgirl's private parts any
longer, Alex knelt behind her and spread her sacred crack wide apart.  The
sight and sound of her wet pussy opening was intoxicating.  Her musk scent
filling his nostrils as he inhaled deeply and leaned in to lick and probe
her holes with gusto.

   Sophie bucked her hips, willing the tongue to work its dirty magic as it
alternated between lashing her pussy and rimming her virgin ass.  If she
had any inhibitions left, it didn't show as she shamelessly ground back
against the pleasure and asked for more.

   "Baise-moi," she implored, "fuck me."

   But Alex didn't want his pupil cuming too fast.  He wanted to keep her
on the edge for a bit longer, making her so horny and desperate that she
would agree to anything.  Noisily wiping juice and saliva from his chin, he
got up.

   "I need you inside me," she begged, waving her derriere provocatively in
the air.

   Alex decided it was time to test his student's willingness for the next
stage of his project.  So he pushed a finger up her pussy, got it nice and
coated, then reached round and offered it to her full lips.  That she
didn't hesitate in licking it like a lollipop, confirmed that she was
lascivious and up for anything.

   "Tell me young lady," he asked, "did you enjoy showing yourself off for
Sam today?"

   She nodded, frustrated that he insisted on dragging things out when she
was so desperate to be fucked.  Willing him to shut up and get on with it.

   "I can't hear you," he growled.

   "Yes...Sir" She moaned.

   "Louder please.  Did you find him attractive?"

   "Yes Sir!" she said more emphatically.

   Reaching for the oil again, Alex motioned for Ben to step forward.  This
time he squirted it over her brown eye and down the cleft of her feminine
folds.  Rubbing it in as the excess dripped onto the floor.  Pushed a slick
finger back into her aching pussy, bending it to play with her g-spot.

   "Have you imagined his big black cock, and what it would feel like
inside your tight little white cunt?" he continued.

   Emphasizing the last word for effect whilst forcing three fingers to
join the one already inside.  Pushing his knuckles as far as they would go.

   "Oui," Sophie yelped as she was forced apart.

   Ben stepped forward into the light, already naked, stroking his thick
condom covered nine inch beast.  Alex moved his four fingers slowly in and
out, stretching his wife, getting her nice and ready, and then positioned
his thumb at the entrance of her lubricated star.

   "Oh, ow, ow," she winced, as his thumb pushed through the resistance of
her sphincter.

   Her initial reflex was to clamp down, to try and expel the foreign
object that was moving into her rectum.  But, as she managed to relax,
having both holes filled created a satisfying sensation of fullness.

   "Do you wish you could fuck Ben?  To feel him stretch your pretty pink
cunt just like my fingers are doing right now?" Alex hissed.

   "Yes," she groaned deliriously, forgetting the 'sir'.

   But in an anti-climax, it all stopped.  The fingers slid out of her with
a pop, and her husband disappeared from her side.  Leaving Sophie feeling
desperately empty, regretting that she had forgotten to say 'sir'.

   "Please...Sir.  I am so close," she pleaded, "Put your dick inside me."

   "Ask Ben to do it," Alex commanded from somewhere behind.  "Ask Ben to
fuck you with his big bad python."

   "Fuck me," she implored, not hesitating for a second, "fuck me Ben."

   Even without looking over her shoulder, somehow she knew it really was
going to be him.  Maybe it was the previous hints from her husband, or the
sound of multiple footsteps a moment earlier.  And, whilst her conservative
side was screaming for her to move, to cover up, to do anything...she
remained rooted to the spot in anticipation.

   And Ben was more than ready to demonstrate how real he was.  With an
arrogant smirk he pulled apart her white buns and put his thick black shaft
against her inviting pink slit.  Desperate to get him inside, Sophie pushed
back like a bitch in heat.  And he snarled at what an insatiable slut the
woman was.

   Then, for the first time ever, Alex watched another man fuck his wife.
He moved in close, enthralled by the black pole disappearing into her, and
how it pulled and pushed her entire groin area which was struggling to cope
with it's girth.

   Sophie groaned and moaned.  Pleasure and pain perfectly balanced as her
vagina was ravaged.  Her clit was screaming out to be rubbed, but every
time she tried, she would lose balance under Ben's onslaught.  She willed
him to fuck her harder and deeper to compensate, as an unstoppable chain
reaction started deep within.

   "I'm going...to...cum," she panted.

   Her legs buckling as an orgasm ripped through her body.  It was only the
hard cock skewering her, and strong hands at her hips that stopped her from
collapsing on the floor.  And she was oblivious to the panties as they slid
down and hit the floor.

   As the climax faded, Sophie felt her strength and senses returning.  The
pounding had ceased, but the mystery lover was still deep inside.  Drawing
up all her courage, she slid forward, stood up, and turned around.  And
there he was.  Beautiful black Ben, with his wide smile, gorgeous abs,
hungry eyes, and a condom covered monster laced with pussy juice.

   Although she had suspected it, her emotions still struggled to process
the confirmation that another man had just fucked her.  And with the smell
of sex filling the air, she looked at her husband; naked, hard and
seemingly happy.  It was confusing.  So very confusing.  It didn't make
sense, and yet somehow it did.  It felt so wrong, yet seemed so right.

   Unsure how to act, she remained rooted to the spot, trails of fluid
leaking down her inner thighs.  Ben stood still as well, also unsure about
what to do.  Luckily for them, Alex knew exactly what to do and stepped
forward to passionately kiss his wife.

   "You were incredible, did you enjoy that?" he whispered lovingly.

   Sophie was lost for words, but found herself nodding imperceptibility.

   "Then come with me," he said, taking her to the bed.  "I promised Ben he
could fuck you until he came in compensation for your bad behavior.  So lay
down here and be a good little girl."

   Trembling, Sophie obeyed.  Her gaze never leaving Ben, her wild blue
eyes drinking him in, leaving no doubt that she wanted more of his hot
chocolate.  She laid helplessly on the bed and waited.

   "This won't do, will it?  We want to be able to see you as we fuck you,"
Alex said, folding her red pleated skirt up and out of the way, and then
pushing the ripped shirt open either side of her heaving chest.  Giving
them a good view of her swollen pussy lips and beautiful erect nipples.  A
thin sheen of perspiration making her glow in the light.

   "Now, open up your cunt and offer it to Ben," Alex ordered lecherously.

   With a wanton expression, the blonde splayed her legs, ran fingers over
her bold mound, and then spread herself, letting them see deep into her
fleshy, agitated hole.  Ben wasted no time in kneeling before her and
rubbing his bulbous head against her ready slit.

   "Oh my God, you're incredible," he groaned, as he plunged back in.

   Sophie cried out, her eyes rolling back into her head as she struggled
to remain conscious under Ben's new assault.  White pussy lubricant covered
his cock as he thrust in and out.  There was so much that it looked like
someone had already given her a cream pie.

   "Do you like that blondie?  Do you love the black man fucking your tight
white cunt?" he grunted, keeping her knees pinned down and apart to better
watch the incredible sight.

   Drooling, Sophie just grimaced and groaned.

   Alex looked at her heaving tits and sexy mouth, and decided she had room
for one more.  Kneeling by her flushed cheeks, he smacked his purple head
against her lips.  Sophie was completely overwhelmed.  Neither responding
to Ben's thrusts, nor giving Alex the oral service he craved.  Instead she
just let herself be swept along by the torrent of sensation.

   Impatient, Alex decided that if she wasn't going to give it, he was
going to take it.  So he wrapped a hand around her tightly braided hair,
turned her head to the side, and fed her cock.  Sophie instinctively
clamped her luscious lips around his engorged head, and tried to control
her gagging reflex.

   Neither man cared if she was alright.  The beasts in them were going to
continue until they were satisfied, and the beauty was just a piece of meat
to be used and discarded.  Ben's sweaty hips crashed against her while Alex
roughly fucked her face, and they took it in turns to pinch and slap her
protruding nipples and clit.  The sound of moans and groans, squishing and
slapping, bed springs, and the occasional fanny fart echoed around the
room. The schoolgirl squirmed for relief, but they kept her legs and head
firmly pinned, using her like a cheap fuck toy.

   "Don't move blondie.  I'm going...to...cum," Ben finally grunted.

   And seconds later, despite the condom, Sophie felt large spurts of cum
smacking against her cervix.  Only after he had fully emptied himself did
Ben withdrew his deflating monster from her raw hole, leaving the cock
sucking blonde physically spent, and emotionally conflicted.  Her immediate
relief at the cessation of the brutal fucking balanced against the
frustration of being abandoned so close to a second climax.

   But she needn't have worried, because her husband withdrew from her
mouth and turned his attention to the next phase of his project.  As she
lay semi-conscious, breathing heavily and recovering, he grabbed some
pillows and stuffed them under her hips.  Before moving between her legs
and pushing them apart again.

   "Please, cum in my mouth...  I'm too sore," she pleaded, offering him
the tantalizing opportunity of deflowering her mouth.

   But it was wasted breath.  Alex had a different virgin hole in mind, and
had already reached for the massage oil and was busy coating himself.

   "You dropped the panties I had instructed you to keep around your
thighs. And I warned you what the consequence would be.  It's time for your
first A-level."

   "Ow," Sophie cried out, as a lubricated finger forced its way into her
puckered anus.

   "Just try and relax," he soothed, working it further in.

   It dawned on Sophie what an A-level was, and there was no doubting her
husband's intentions.  But she didn't protest.  It almost seemed like a
logical conclusion to the night.  After all, her bucket list of outstanding
sexual experiences was rapidly shrinking.  And she knew that her husband
had always dreamed of fucking her perfect ass.  So even if it wasn't her
own fantasy, she consented to taking one for the team.

   "Ouch, easy," she pleaded, as a second lubricated finger joined the
first.

   Bang.

   Alex turned around, and realized that in the heat of the moment he had
completely forgotten about Ben.  But the sound of the door closing
confirmed that the young man was as good as his word, and that he had left
quietly, as agreed.

   After another minute of preparation, Alex impatiently decided that the
schoolgirls virgin ass hole was ready.  Removing his fingers, he placed his
lubricated cock at the tight entrance.

   "Slowly, slowly," she huffed.

   Reaching out to push against her husband as the head of his cock forced
its way past the security of her clenched sphincter.  He relented and
pulled back, mesmerized by her slowly closing anus, craving to push back
in.

   "Relax, baby," he encouraged.

   And after a few more attempts, rubbing her clit all the time, he could
leave his head inside.  Then, having wedged her open, he started pushing in
and out.  Tentatively at first, but gradually with more and more momentum.
Although Sophie seemed to be getting used to it, if he went too deep she
would lose control and clamp down.  Sending Alex to nirvana with her
vice-like grip, but also frustrating his attempts to get all the way in.

   "Try pushing out, like you need to poo," he suggested, repeating what he
had once read in a 'how to' blog.

   Sophie still couldn't believe she was letting her husband penetrate her
dirty hole.  It was a taboo she had always sworn she would never break. 
But here she was, having just been fucked by a black man and being told to
poo so that her husband could plug her butt.  The words slut and whore
barely seemed adequate.

   "Your ass is amazing," Alex exclaimed, as he finally managed to go in to
the hilt.

   He took a break from frigging her clit to peel her pussy lips apart. 
Because of the angle she was at, he could see the bump caused by his cock
appearing through her fleshy insides.  Like he was fucking her inside out.
It was unbelievable how hot it looked, and he adjusted his position to make
it even more pronounced.

   To her surprise, Sophie began to find the anal sex enjoyable.  It was in
some ways more intense than normal sex.  And as she reached down to rub her
buzzing clit, her second orgasm neared.

   "I'm going to cum soon," she moaned.

   No longer caring why, who, or how.  Just that she should reach another
glorious crescendo.

   "Fuck, I'm about to cum in your ass baby," Alex grunted.

   But Sophie beat him to it.  Crying out as she exploded.  Her hips
convulsing violently as she lost control of her bodily functions.  And to
their surprise, liquid gushed from her gaping pussy, spraying all over her
husband.

   Alex had never seen or felt anything like it, and he basked in the
tightness of her clenching rectum, and the warmth of her spraying liquid.
The smells, feelings, sights and sounds were too much.  They pushed him
over the edge, and with goose bumps erupting down his spine, he unleashed
mighty spurts of cum deep into the schoolgirl's defiled ass.

   Once empty, he withdrew his deflating cock and watched the blobs of cum
slowly drip out of the newly deflowered bum hole.
   Life was never going to be the same again.