Horny Wife Doing Younger Boys pt. 1 - 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 (12), Todd (9), and Mike (6). We are both 34 and fight the battle against aging, with Sondra winning in spectacular fashion. At 5'4" Sondra carries a hard, firm body with beautiful legs, a tight ass, slim waist and absolutely marvelous, large, high, round breasts on a perfect 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 pussylips. The first leg of our tour took us to the Caribbean for stops on several islands. Our first accommodation was in a beautiful beach cottage, with all the luxuries one could ask for. My duties were light, consisting of being introduced to the management staff and attending a few business meetings, and Sondra spent her free time sunning and shopping. On the third day, I returned to the cottage to find Sondra putting on quite an erotic show for four college guys, 18 or 19 years old, who were on Spring Break and staying at the cottage next to ours. I had entered the house from the front (which was the second story in the back) and, as I walked out on to the deck, the sight before me froze me in my tracks. To my utter surprise and disbelief, my normally prudish wife was lying on the chaise lounge, sunbathing in the nude. Even more erotic, was the fact that from my high vantage point, I could see four boys avidly staring through the separating fence at my wife's lush charms. What I didn't know, but soon found out, was that Sondra was aware of her audience. I faded back out of obvious sight to watch. Soon, Sondra sat up in the chaise, facing the boys, and began to smooth suntan lotion on her naked body. She glistened in the sun from the oil, and I watched her slowly rub the stuff all over her large breasts and hard nipples, down over her flat stomach and on to and between her thighs. Over the next hour, Sondra turned several times, making sure her audience saw all of her, and once more rubbed her chest with the lucky oil. My cock had been rock hard for the hour, and now I started to lightly caress it. I think it was only peer pressure keeping the boys from doing the same. Finally, Sondra stood and stretched, and then turned her back to the boys and bent at the waist to pick up her towel, 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 hottub, Sondra apologized for exposing herself to the boys and told me how ashamed she was. I asked her if she was really ashamed, or just embarrassed because I had caught her. She coyly admitted that the latter was true and went on to admit that, other than actually making love with me, she had never been more sexually excited in her life. I told her the sight of her naked and fondling herself in front of other men had made me as hot as I had ever been, and I enjoyed watching her finally beginning to let go of her strong inhibitions. And then I said the crucial words that changed our marriage: "Besides, Dear, we're on vacation, and what happens on vacation doesn't count when you get back to the real world." That night, after dinner, Sondra and I were cruising the main shopping and nightclub strip and went into a beer joint advertising a wet T-shirt contest to draw in all the college guys on break. The place was packed and too loud to talk, and the emcee was working the crowd, trying to get the girls up on stage and into t-shirts. When he spotted Sondra, all cleavage in her halter-top, he brought the spotlight on her and began coercing her to join in the festivities and show the boys what a real woman looked like. The crowd was behind him one hundred percent, and it was obvious he wasn't going to take no for an answer. Sondra looked across the table at me and I could see the excitement sparkling in her beautiful green eyes and I nodded. Sondra and nine college coeds disappeared into the back and reappeared wearing thin, white, cotton t-shirts. Their nipples were easily visible through the thin material. They paraded across the tiny stage and Sondra looked spectacular in the t-shirt, short denim skirt and high heels, holding her own against the younger girls. Finally, to the roaring approval of the crowd, the wetting began and the women might as well have been naked from the waist up. There were good bodies, and then there were great bodies, and the contest was obviously between Sondra and two other girls. I watched the mother of my children strutting up and down the bar, jiggling her breasts at the crowd, showing them off in the now-transparent shirt. To my surprise, one and then more of the girls stripped off their wet shirts and bounced their naked tits in the faces of their appreciative audience. Not to be outdone, Sondra ripped the wet cotton off her chest and proudly displayed her wonderful breasts to the young crowd. Unfortunately, Sondra lost out to a coed with even bigger tits and a better tan. As the winner was being crowned, the guys helped the women down from the bar and there were a lot of free feels going on. The band started up again, and I watched in amazement as my wife joined a few of the other girls and danced topless among the throng of horny guys! Being the old lady of the crowd certainly didn't affect her popularity as I watched the men jostle each other to get next to her. She disappeared into the gyrating crowd and after about an hour, reappeared at my table. She was still naked from the waist up, out of breath, and the finger marks on her breasts were obvious. She was smiling a huge grin. "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 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 nextdoor 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 hottub in the livingroom, 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 hottub was made to be enjoyed naked. The boys quickly fumbled out of their clothes, keeping their eyes locked on Sondra's naked body as she slipped into the swirling water. When all four were in the water, Sondra asked if any of them would like their back rubbed. In brash reply, the most brazen of the three boys reached over and filled his hands with my wife's round tits. Sondra immediately filled her hand with the nearest hard cock, and the guy with his hands all over her tits stood up, with his erection only inches from Sondra's lips. My normally inhibited wife sucked the young guy's cock into her mouth, until her nose nestled in his wet pubic hair. As she sucked, she jerked on one of the kids' cocks, and the third had his mouth attached to one of her tits. The kid in her mouth started humping her face and Sondra ignored the other two as she coaxed his hot spunk out of his cock with her mouth and hands, swallowing every drop. One after the other, I watched my wife suck off all three of the boys, until she had drained each of them of their cum, without spilling a drop, and then she stood and announced that it was her turn. All four of them splashed out of the tub and laid on the cushions. One of the boys buried his face between Sondra's invitingly spread legs and she moaned with pleasure as his tongue began its exploration of her clit and cunt. Each of the other two kids began fondling and sucking her breasts and nipples, loudly slurping my wife's wet flesh into their hungry mouths. All too soon, Sondra began her long-awaited orgasm in almost violent fashion. Her body humped and writhed but the boys held on to her with their mouths and Sondra went crashing from one orgasm to another. Finally, when she could catch her breath and speak, she thanked the boys for the fun and warned them to leave, "before my husband comes home!" As soon as the front door closed, I was downstairs and standing over my wife with my raging erection in my hand. Sondra begged me to fuck her, to fill her aching pussy with my cock, and I was only too happy to comply. I rammed into her with all my strength and we fucked with animal ferocity until our bodies, slick with sweat, shuddered and clasped together in orgasm. We fucked again before falling asleep for the afternoon The next day, we caught a short island-hopping flight to our next port-of-call. It was the opposite of our little cottage. This time, we were staying at a very posh, high-rise resort 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 left or had their room changed. Coming in from the balcony, Sondra asked me if the scene had excited me. I answered her by pulling her down onto the bed and making love. Both at the pool and on the beach, no one was topless, so over the next few days, Sondra learned how to wear her suits to her best advantage. She would tie it very loosely so in the surf or when she dove into the pool it would occasionally, "accidentally" fall off. When she was sunning herself, she would take it off completely as she laid on her stomach, but would often prop herself up on her elbows. Sondra went to the pool area alone while I enjoyed watching from the balcony. She became quite popular and every time she arrived on the scene, she drew a crowd of lookers. Finally, on the morning of our last full day on that island, as she lay topless on a towel not far from the balcony, a man sat down next to her, hoping for a better view. Sondra started trying to put some oil on her back when the guy asked if he could help her. Sondra raised herself up on her elbows, letting the sides of her breast become exposed, and then handed him her oil. He started on her back and legs and then proceeded to her shoulders and sides. I could see his hands brushing the sides of my wife's hanging tits, and she didn't flinch. Instead, Sondra raised up even more and leaned on her left side, placing her right hand behind her. In that pose, she was giving him (and me) a perfect, up-close view of her naked breasts. Sondra smiled up at the stranger, "I think you missed a spot or two." She stayed in that position as he blatantly stared and continued to oil her shoulder. She looked down at her chest and asked him to put some oil in his hand. He did, and Sondra cupped his hand on her breast, smearing the oil into her skin. He then took her nipple between his finger and thumb and squeezed it. I could hear Sondra gasp, and then she smiled at him and rolled over onto her back, exposing both breasts. In a second, the guy was feeling her slippery tits with both hands. I could tell Sondra was getting really excited, but other people began arriving in the area and Sondra turned back onto her stomach. I decided to join them. Sondra introduced me to Bill. He was about 45, still well-built, graying and ruggedly handsome, a corporate bigwig and on vacation with his wife, who was on a shopping excursion for the day. All three of us sat around talking the morning away as Sondra repeatedly, teasingly exposed herself. 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 roomservice. 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 reentering. 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 swimtrunks with her right hand as her left hand cupped her breast for his hungry mouth. Bill reached 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 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 roomservice 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. 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 smalltalk for a while, as I laid 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 what, Missus?" "You know, like for excitement. Maybe something they couldn't get or do at home." "Well, I'll be very frank, Missus. An awful lot of white women come down here to get laid by the natives." Sondra laughed. "Why, Samuel? Is the myth about size 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?" 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 laid 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 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 some, help yourself." It was all the invitation I needed. I knelt between Sondra's legs, seeing Samuel's gooey cum covering her red pussylips, 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 laid 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 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 look, I saw Samuel spreading a blanket in a small grassy area. He then laid 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 our 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. 86634 2.66/512345