From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Hot Wife (FM+, slut, cheat, wife) [1/4]
Date: 22 Oct 1996 21:47:38 GMT

			Vacation Doesn't Count
			Another Hot Wife Tale
			    by J. Boswell
			     Chapter One
			     The Cottage

	 Last year, I was recruited by a large international company
based in London. The package that they offered me was too good to turn
down, and one of the most pleasant perquisites was a working tour of
the resorts it owned and managed. My wife, Sondra, was thrilled at the
prospect and we lined up her parents to watch the kids for the five
week trip.

	Sondra and I have been married for fourteen years, and have
three kids, Jessica (twelve), Todd (nine) and Mike (six). We are both
thirty-four and fight the battle against aging, with Sondra winning in
spectacular fashion. At 5'4", Sondra carries a hard, firm body with
beautiful legs, a tight ass, slim waist and absolutely marvelous,
large, high, round breasts on a perfect 108 pound frame. Always the
perfect "lady," bordering on "prim and proper," I was looking forward
to seeing her in the tiny bikinis and revealing one-piece bathing
suits she had purchased for our trip. I had especially enjoyed closely
examining the results of her major "bikini-wax" treatment, that left
only a short, narrow "Mohawk" of auburn hair around her pink pussy
lips.

	The first leg of our tour took us to the Caribbean for stops
on several islands. Our first accommodation was in a beautiful beach
cottage, with all the luxuries one could ask for. My duties were
light, consisting of being introduced to the management staff and
attending a few business meetings, and Sondra spent her free time
sunning and shopping.

	On the third day, I returned to the cottage to find Sondra
putting on quite an erotic little show for four college guys, eighteen
or nineteen years old, who were on Spring Break and staying at the
cottage next to ours.

	I had entered the house from the front (which was the second
story in the back) and, as I walked out on to the deck, the sight
before me froze me in my tracks. To my utter surprise and disbelief,
my normally proper wife was lying on the chaise lounge, sunbathing in
the nude. Even more erotic, was the fact that from my high vantage
point, I could see four boys avidly staring through the separating
fence at my wife's lush charms.

	What I didn't know, but soon found out, was that Sondra was
well aware of her audience. I faded back out of obvious sight to
watch.

	Soon, Sondra sat up in the chaise, facing the boys, and began
to smooth suntan lotion on her naked body. She glistened in the sun
from the oil, and I watched her slowly rub the stuff all over her
large breasts and hard nipples, down over her flat stomach and on to
and between her thighs. Over the next hour, Sondra turned several
times, making sure her audience saw all of her, and once more rubbed
her chest with the lucky oil.

	My cock had been rock hard for the hour, and now I started to
lightly caress it. I think it was only peer pressure keeping the boys
from doing the same.

	Finally, Sondra stood and stretched, and then turned her back
to the boys and bent at the waist to pick up her towel, giving them
the perfect shot of her pussy and anus. She walked over to the outside
shower and began the most sensuous shower imaginable, lathering up her
magnificent body and caressing her nipples and cunt.

	As she dried herself, I zipped up in time to meet her as she
entered the cottage. She was surprised to see me home and immediately
looked guilty. I took her into my arms and told her I had enjoyed her
performance on the patio. She blushed and looked down. The lump was
obvious in my pants.

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

	We fucked there, on the floor, with Sondra getting lost in her
intense orgasm, and me blowing the biggest wad of cum I had ever shot
into her hot, wet cunt.

	Afterwards, both of us soaking in the hot tub, Sondra
apologized for exposing herself to the boys and told me how ashamed
she was. I asked her if she was really ashamed, or just embarrassed
because I had caught her. She coyly admitted that the latter was true
and went on to admit that, other than actually making love with me,
she had never been more sexually excited in her life. I told her the
sight of her naked and fondling herself in front of other men had made
me as hot as I had ever been, too, and that I enjoyed watching her
finally beginning to let go of her strong inhibitions.

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

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

	The place was packed and too loud to talk, and the emcee was
working the crowd, trying to get the girls up on stage and into t-
shirts. When he spotted Sondra, all pink-flesh and cleavage in her
halter-top, he brought the spotlight on her and began coercing her to
join in the festivities and "show the boys what a real woman looked
like." The crowd was behind him one hundred percent, and it was
obvious he wasn't going to take "no" for an answer. Sondra looked
across the table at me and I could see the excitement sparkling in her
beautiful green eyes and I nodded.

	Sondra and nine college coeds disappeared into the back and
reappeared wearing thin, white, cotton t-shirts. Their nipples were
easily visible through the thin material. They paraded across the tiny
stage and Sondra looked spectacular in the t-shirt, short denim skirt
and high heels, holding her own against the younger girls.

	Finally, to the roaring approval of the crowd, the wetting
began and the women might as well have been naked from the waist up.
There were good bodies, and then there were great bodies, and the
contest was obviously between Sondra and two other girls.

	I watched the mother of my children strutting up and down the
bar, jiggling her breasts at the crowd, showing them off in the now-
transparent shirt.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"Now, Justin! Fuck me! Either rip my panties off or fuck me
right through them! I need a cock inside me, now!"

	Turned on by the spontaneity and raw sexuality of the moment,
I roughly clawed my fingers into the soft material and ripped them
open for my attack. Sondra moaned, and then moaned again, as I buried
my prick up to my balls into her hot cunt on the first stroke. The act
was no more than rutting - two hot creatures throwing themselves at
and into each other because they couldn't take another breath until
their mating was done.

	When I came, it was an explosion. I could feel my cum squirt
out of my cock in long, powerful spurts. My knees weakened, my
breathing was ragged, my fingers and toes were cramping into tight
curls.

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

	"That wasn't bad, stranger. Are you in town long?"

	The next morning, after I returned from my early meeting,
Sondra told me to go up into the loft because she was going to test me
to see if I meant what I said about vacations the day before.

	She then called the boys in the next door cottage and asked if
one of them could bring over the room service menu, as she had lost
ours. When the doorbell rang, she slipped on her short, white satin
robe, through which her hard nipples were clearly visible.

	To Sondra's obvious surprise, three boys stood at the door
when she opened it. She invited the three clean-cut, handsome boys in
and thanked them for the menu. One of the boys remarked about it being
a great idea to have a hot tub in the living room, and that their
cottage didn't have one at all.

	Sondra smiled and invited the boys to use the Jacuzzi with
her. The boys thanked her and said that they would be right back in
their trunks, but Sondra opened the sash of her robe and let it fall
to the floor, saying that the hot tub was made to be enjoyed naked.

	The boys quickly fumbled out of their clothes, keeping their
eyes locked on Sondra's naked body as she slipped into the swirling
water.

	When all four were in the water, Sondra asked if any of them
would like their back rubbed. In brash reply, the most brazen of the
three boys reached over and filled his hands with my wife's round
tits. Sondra immediately filled her hand with the nearest hard cock,
and the guy with his hands all over her tits stood up, with his
erection only inches from Sondra's lips. My normally inhibited wife
sucked the young guy's cock into her mouth until her nose nestled in
his wet pubic hair.

	As she sucked, she jerked on one of the kids' cocks, and the
third had his mouth attached to one of her tits. The kid in her mouth
started humping her face and Sondra ignored the other two as she
coaxed his hot spunk out of his cock with her mouth and hands,
swallowing every drop.

	One after the other, I watched my wife suck off all three of
the boys, until she had drained each of them of their cum, without
spilling a drop, and then she stood and announced that it was her
turn.

	All four of them splashed out of the tub and lay on the
cushions. One of the boys buried his face between Sondra's invitingly
spread legs and she moaned with pleasure as his tongue began its
exploration of her clit and cunt. Each of the other two kids began
fondling and sucking her breasts and nipples, loudly slurping my
wife's wet flesh into their hungry mouths.

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

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

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Hot Wife (FM+, slut, cheat, wife) [2/4]
Date: 22 Oct 1996 21:48:10 GMT

			Vacation Doesn't Count
			Another Hot Wife Tale
			    by J. Boswell
			     Chapter Two
			      The Hotel

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

	After checking out the view from our room, which overlooked
the huge pool, Sondra unpacked, stripped and donned only her bikini
bottoms and went out onto the balcony. She stretched, letting the sun
warm her skin, and I'm sure more than a few people at the pool had an
opportunity to observe that she has a magnificent set of tits.

	I stepped out on to the balcony with her, just as the man from
the next suite did. He introduced himself to us and offered us a beer.
His name was Brian and when he returned he couldn't take his eyes off
Sondra's chest as we talked.

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

	Each couple sat at their own table on the balcony, separated
only by a low, thin railing, and continued talking. As Brian and Janet
watched, Sondra began to apply her suntan lotion. She squeezed it onto
her hands and rubbed it on her arms, legs, stomach, and finally on her
breasts. She was watching the expressions on the faces of our new
neighbors, as she applied it to her bare tits and ran her oily fingers
over her nipples until they were hard and sticking straight out.

	Janet pulled Brian out of his chair and said they had to get
ready for lunch. We waved good-bye and Brian smiled and said he hoped
he'd see us again, soon; but we didn't see him or Janet again. We
think they either checked-out or had their room changed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	Bill reach down and dropped his trunks, exposing his large
erection. He held it in front of him, eye-level with Sondra.

	Sondra grabbed it with her left hand and stroked it, and then
lightly touched it with her tongue. She wet her lips and then slid the
head of his cock into her mouth. She kept stroking the length of it
with her hand, guiding as much of it as she could into her slurping
mouth, while at the same time, playing with his balls with her other
hand. Bill put his hands on each side of her head and pulled her back
and forth on his prick, fucking her mouth.

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

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

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

	shots.

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

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

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

	As I showered, I thought about the amazing events of the last
few days. Sondra had been a virgin when we had married, and though one
spouse can never know all there is to know about the other, I would
swear that Sondra had never been unfaithful to me.

	Now, after just a few days away, I had shared her with the
college boys, a whole bar full of kids and, finally, another man.

	I did feel little pangs of jealousy - at the other men, but
even more at Sondra's totally wanton and uninhibited behavior - but,
even stronger were my feelings of excitement and arousal. I had never
felt more alive and sexually stimulated than the last few days, and I
was anxious to see what else could happen over the next two weeks.

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

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Hot Wife (FM+, slut, cheat, wife) [3/4]
Date: 22 Oct 1996 21:48:49 GMT

			Vacation Doesn't Count
			Another Hot Wife Tale
			    by J. Boswell
			    Chapter Three
			      The Driver

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"Like for what, Missus?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"You want to touch it, Missus? It's okay if you do."

	Sondra nodded and reached out with both hands. Both Sondra and
I watched as Samuel's cock grew and hardened in her hands.

	Sondra leaned forward and sucked the head into her mouth.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	Sondra rolled her head side to side as Samuel began to really
fuck her, shoving it in all the way and pulling it almost all the way
out. She was moaning and groaning in pleasure, and I wondered if she
was actually going to pass out. She wrapped her legs and arms around
him as they fucked themselves into a frenzy.

	I could hear his balls slap against my wife on every stroke,
and the contrast of her white skin against his black made me shoot a
load of cum against the door, without touching myself.

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

	"That was wonderful, Samuel."

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

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

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

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

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

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

	Chancing a peek, I saw Samuel spreading a blanket in a small
grassy area. He then lay down on his back and his already hard cock
stood straight up. It really was a size!

	Sondra lifted her dress and straddled Samuel's hips and slowly
lowered her cunt down on to his prick, moaning and grunting the whole
time. Samuel pulled her dress down off her tits and began pulling on
her nipples as she humped his cock.

	She was soon screaming in one orgasm after another and
collapsed on Samuel.

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

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

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Hot Wife (FM+, slut, cheat, wife) [4/4]
Date: 22 Oct 1996 21:49:39 GMT

			Vacation Doesn't Count
			Another Hot Wife Tale
			    by J. Boswell
			     Chapter Four
			   The Island Slut

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

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

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

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

	When I arrived down on the beach, I casually walked by and
then sat in a partially concealed spot in the grass and palms, close
to where Sondra and her young stud were sitting chatting.

	His name was Mano and he was a native to the island and worked
for the hotel. Up close, he was even more impressive than from the
balcony. Obviously a serious weightlifter, he looked to be around
twenty years old and his huge body was wide and dark and looked as if
it was chiseled from stone.

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

	She had become such an incredible sexual animal to watch.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"No, Mano! Not there! I've never done it there! You're too big
for me!"

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

	They rolled apart and Mano told Sondra to clean his cock.

	Sondra got a washcloth and gently wiped him clean. Then he
stood and began dressing.

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

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

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

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

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

	"Do you think Mano will like it?" she asked I truthfully told
her that she had never looked more beautiful, more stunning, and that
I was jealous she wasn't going out with me.

	Just then, the doorbell rang and I opened the door for Mano.

	He looked a little surprised to see me, as we hadn't met all
week and he had assumed Sondra was "sneaking" on me. He looked at
Sondra with a questioning look.

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

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

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

	Instead, it was a message at the front desk. It was from
Sondra.

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

	"Soon" wasn't that night, either.

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

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

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

	"Everywhere?"

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

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

	"It was fantastic!

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

	"Yes, I saw."

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

	My cock jerked in her hand.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"Okay. We left the club and drove back to Mano's apartment.

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

	My prick twitched to life, again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

			       The End
			(Until next vacation?)

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