1 comments/ 12865 views/ 0 favorites Holiday Fun Ch. 01 By: evalikesit I'd spotted Mark at the airport as we waited to board our flight and he looked good. When we arrived at Verona airport we were both making our way to the bus to take us to our resort. I was struggling a little with my suitcase and Mark offered to help. The driver was not at the bus but Mark said he'd wait to make sure the bags were loaded and Jon my son and I along with Claire his daughter got on and took our seats. When Mark got on he suggested that the kids might like to sit together, to play with their computer games, which they did whilst he sat next to me. We chatted about this and that, found out we were at the same small hotel and our children were on the same activity course. I found out he is a property developer (quite rich), lives in the Isle of Man and is divorced and I informed him that I'm separated from my husband. We reached our hotel mid-afternoon and the next I saw of Mark was at breakfast the next morning. The children went off sailing and Mark and I spent the morning by the pool, in separate areas. At about twelve thirty I went into the bar to get a cooling drink and Mark was there. He asked if I was getting some shade like him. I informed him I was as I didn't want to overdo the sun. We had a drink together, had a chat, wondering what the kids were up to. After a little while I told him I was going to my room for a rest. I didn't see him again until the next morning by the pool. I walked past him to go for a drink at lunch-time and invited him along. There was a queue at the bar and I suggested going to my room as I had some drinks in the room fridge and we could sit on the balcony which was in the shade. Mark was sitting on my balcony enjoying a cool beer and I had a lime and soda. We talked a little and watched the yachts and wind-surfers on the lake. I really fancied him and decided to make a move. I walked past him and told him that he smelt good and asked him what it was. He told me the name. I came close to him and smelt around his neck. I moved closer and placed my lips over his. I had a positive reaction. I felt my lips being parted as his tongue entered my mouth and began exploring. I responded by entwining my tongue with his. We eventually parted our lips and he apologised to me for having taken advantage. I told him not to be silly as it was me who had started it but that I wanted him to finish it by taking me to bed. He asked if I was sure that that was what I wanted. This was the first of several instances that he checked if everything was O.K. as his main concern was my enjoyment and satisfaction. I confirmed my desire to be bedded by him. He took my hand and led me back into the bedroom. I was only wearing a sarong over my bikini and it didn't take him long to have me undressed. He took off his t-shirt and shorts revealing for the first time a thick mass of dark pubic hair with a very nice looking un-cut cock, even in its flaccid state. It wasn't huge but appeared to have a good length and nice girth. He led me to the bed and sat me on the edge. He asked if I liked having my pussy licked. I assured him that it was something I enjoyed a great deal. He knelt on the floor between my legs, eased them apart and started to give me one of the best oral sessions I've had in a long time. This guy was totally in tune with my body's sexual rhythm. He certainly knew what he was doing and had a skilled and obviously well practiced tongue and he knew how to please as well as tease. He started by licking over the insides of my thighs occasionally blowing on to my pussy, a great sensation I'd not experienced before. He then ran his tongue up and down the outside of my slit and pussy lips on both sides and also up around my mons, above my clit. This was a guy who was in no hurry and I was very grateful for his prolonged attention. He used his fingers either side and gently pulled my pussy lips apart. His tongue entered my slit and he carefully licked between my love hole and clit, avoiding contact with both. He was licking over my pee-hole which felt good as he continued working me up and teasing me. I then felt his tongue circling round and probing into my love hole. He was able to get it a good way inside. He then licked down and along my anal crack a couple of times. He looked up at me and I smiled. He repeated his action and then asked if it was good. I assured him it was and with that he pulled my bum cheeks apart and began running his tongue around my anal ring. I was being thoroughly pleasured and I knew from the look on his face that Mark was enjoying himself. After giving me a comprehensive rimming and having my bum hole probed by his tongue he did one of the things that really get me wet and unfortunately many men ignore. He spent time licking my perineum, that little area between bum hole and love hole. I know I'm not the only one whose perineum is sensitive. I always work on it when giving another female oral and it always receives moans of satisfaction. He returned his attentions to my love hole once again probing his tongue in and out. I felt a sudden shock and a wave of intense pleasure shot through me as my clit was rubbed by a finger on either side. His fingers were lightly squeezing either side when his tongue licked across my clit. It was electric I'd never known my clit to be so sensitive. I was in absolute heaven in the hands of a master. I later found out that Mark had used his fingers to expose my clit from its hood before licking me, hence my extra sensitivity. He continued gently licking and sucking on my love button. Mark then asked if I wanted him to make me cum orally which I certainly did. He continued rubbing my clit and returned his tongue to my love hole. He probed with his tongue slowly increasing the speed and pressure on my clit until he had me climaxing strongly. He kept his tongue inside me until I'd stopped shaking and I knew he'd taken a lot of my juice. He lifted his head and looked at me with beaming smile; I could tell he'd enjoyed what I'd given him. I decided that it was now time for me to take him in hand (and mouth) and I wanted to tease him as he'd teased me. As he stood up in front of me I reached out and gently cupped his balls one in each hand. I started to lightly squeeze each hard plum as I rolled them around in my palms and between my fingers. Mark was certainly a guy with terrific self control as his cock remained semi-flaccid even with this attention. I knew he was enjoying it though by the look on his face and quiet moans of satisfaction. Holding his foreskin I lifted his cock up towards his stomach lowered my head and licked and sucked on each ball in turn. I rolled each around in my mouth moving it around with my tongue. He was still semi-flaccid when I rolled back his foreskin revealing his lovely purple head. I ran my tongue all over and around it savouring that first taste. I do like an un-cut cock as the foreskin retains a 'manly' taste on the head, something you don't get with a circumcised dick. Mark tasted wonderful as I slipped more of his length into my mouth. He was now responding well as his cock was quickly hardening under my oral attention. It wasn't long before I had him at his full seven and a half inch length and six and a half inch girth. I kept on teasing him jacking his cock, licking and sucking him. I tormented him by licking around his corona giving prolonged attention to his fraenulum a particularly sensitive and erotic zone, especially on an un-cut dick, which women often fail to give enough attention to. I was also squeezing his cock from base to tip and eventually some of that clear sticky fluid emerged from his eye. I licked of his pre-cum, it tasted good. Eventually, after enjoying his oral teasing, Mark asked if I was ready and willing to be fucked as he felt I'd got his cock good and ready. I replied in the affirmative to both his questions. He then wanted to know how I'd like to be taken and I told him doggy. I was told to get on my knees on the bed and make myself comfortable. Mark positioned himself behind me, held my pussy lips open with one hand and guided his cock into my love hole with the other. I now had his lovely dick inside me and he started to fuck me slowly with nice long strokes. It felt so good after all the teasing and playing. Mark was responding to my bodies needs and was judging my body movements and verbal signals perfectly. He worked me up and was holding me on the edge of sexual release without tipping me over, even though I was pleading with him to make me cum. He told me to be patient and it would be better the longer it took. I felt as though my head and tummy would explode as he pumped very hard with half a dozen deep strokes as he completed me. My body began shaking and I had one of the longest and most intense orgasm's I've ever had. I just kept repeating the word 'fuck' over and over until the sensations had subsided and his dick slipped out of me as I collapsed onto my front on the bed. I was completely in a world of my own for several minutes totally quiet until Mark, who by now, was lying next to me broke the silence, softly whispering in my ear. He asked if I'd enjoyed myself and I responded in the positive. He also wanted to know if I was up to taking some more cock. I asked him if he was intending to fuck me again. He said he was if I was willing. I was feeling so contented that I readily agreed. He told me to roll on to my back, which I did. He commented that it gave him a real thrill to see me having such a powerful orgasm and being patient paid off in the end. He also stated his intention to pleasure me further and his aim was to make me cum again. He moved his head close to mine and started to kiss me. I responded and our tongues were soon dancing in and out of each others mouths. Mark was playing with my boobs squeezing them and rolling my nipples. His hand then started stroking my tummy and soon worked its way down between my legs, which he encouraged me to part to give him easier access. He was fingering my love hole and playing with my sensitive clit. I could see that his dick was still more than semi-hard but he told me he wanted it fully hard before giving it to me again. I took it under control and after a little skilful licking and sucking he was fully erect. He positioned himself between my legs and slid his cock into my love hole once more and began giving me another shafting. His tempo was once again regulated by my rhythms and he was true to his aim as he continued until he'd brought me to another satisfying climax. He withdrew his still hard dick rolled on to his back and suggested that I might like to sit on it and ride him. I took up his suggestion and was soon lowering myself on to him cow-girl style. It was lovely to have some measure of control as I started moving myself up and down his meat and rubbing myself on him at my pace. He caught hold of me by the hips and very soothingly told me I couldn't get of his cock until I'd made myself cum. I smiled at him and upped my tempo but I was not quite reaching the mark. I told him I wanted to turn round, which I did, swivelling with him still inside me. I knew I could satisfy myself like this. I was riding quite hard and when Mark started circling his finger around my anal rose it was enough and I ended up cumming once again. I lifted myself off his dick and lay down beside him. He asked if I had any preference as to what he should do with his spunk. I told him I wanted it in my mouth so that I could taste and swallow it. He wanted to know if I'd like to suck it out of him or let him feed me by jacking into my mouth. I was so relaxed lying down that I asked him to feed me. He knelt to one side by my head and stroked himself, eventually positioning his cock by my mouth before firing several strings of thick white jizz into my mouth. He was a very good shot and no juice was spilt. He tasted wonderful hot and creamy. I love guys who produce lovely thick sperm, rather than the thin stuff and Marks was certainly that, in a large quantity. He lay beside me for a while occasionally stroking my thighs, my stomach and my boobs. He then told me he was going for a swim and asked if I wanted to join him. I told him he had more energy than me and that I was going to stay and rest in my room. He left me and I dozed until I heard Jon knocking on the door on his return from activities. I'd certainly had my activity and was well satisfied. I didn't see Mark to talk to until two days later. We were both in the lounge reading as it was a very dull and overcast morning and not suitable to be by the pool. Eventually he came over and spoke to me. He said I appeared to be as bored as he was as he'd noticed I wasn't concentrating on my book. He told me he'd really enjoyed being with me the other afternoon. I returned the compliment. He enquired if I enjoyed 'playing' in the mornings and if I did he felt it might be a way of relieving our boredom. I informed him that I'd love to be 'played with' again. He said his room was ready and he directed me to the lift. Mark didn't just have a room he had a suite with a lounge and a bedroom. He sat me down on the sofa and asked if I'd like a drink. I told him I was O.K at the time and refused his offer. He sat down next to me, put his hand behind my head, gently pulled me towards him and kissed me. After a while he asked me to stand up so he could undress me. He undid the zip at the back of my dress and worked me out of it. He said he liked women who wore matching underwear. I always do and was wearing yellow bra and panties. They were not on long as Mark stripped me naked. He stepped back, looked at me and said he thought my body was gorgeous. I then watched him undress himself paying particular attention to his lovely cock. He asked if I'd enjoyed being eaten the other day. I told him I had, very much. He said he'd like to start by eating my pussy again and I told him to go right ahead. He led me over to the armchair and sat me down. He used his hand to coax my legs apart and then lifted each one over the arm rest. He moved me forward slightly so that my pussy was right at the edge of the seat. My sex was now fully spread in front of him and he didn't delay in getting to work. He once again gave me a thorough oral experience licking, sucking and probing with his tongue along my slit, on to my clit and into my love hole which he also fingered this time. My little anal rose was exposed in this position and he rimmed me probing with his tongue and circling it with his fingers, without penetration. He made me cum as on the previous occasion and told me that my juices tasted great. He told me that he was pleased that I was not one of those women who 'perfume' their pussies, as he put it, but left it tasting 'natural'. He did however comment that my body smelt nice. I told him that I liked his cock being un-cut as it retained his manly flavours. He suggested that perhaps I should have a taste as it was time to get his dick hard in order that he could fuck me. I sat in the chair with Mark standing in front of me. I reached out and guided the head of his flaccid cock, having rolled back his foreskin, into my mouth. It was just as before a lovely masculine tang that I savoured. I played with his balls and jacked his length, whilst sucking until he was good and hard. I also had a taste of a small amount of pre-cum. He remembered and enquired if doggy was to be my preferred starting position today. I told him it was and he helped me to my feet before leading me over to the sofa. He then directed me to straddle the arm of the sofa as if riding a horse, certainly a new position for me. He then moved away but returned with a towel which he put under me telling me that as I was a lady who gets very wet he didn't want to stain the leather. He stood behind me and slowly fed his hard dick into my love hole. This was a very comfortable position in which to be fucked and Mark certainly did that drilling me nicely until he had me climaxing again. Mark then sat on the sofa and I sat on his cock, cow-girl. We were going nice and slow with Mark playing with and sucking my boobs, it felt so good. Mark then held me and rolled me to one side until I was on my back and he was now doing me in missionary with my legs either side of my head. From there Mark laid me on my side and got his cock back inside whilst lying behind me. This moved on to me lying on my front with Mark lying on top of me doing me from behind. It was like this that he gave me my third orgasm of the morning. After we'd both recovered Mark stood up took my hand and had me kneel in front of him. He asked if I liked having my mouth fucked and if I thought I could take his cock in my throat. I told him I was willing to try. Leaving me on my knees he pushed me backwards until I was leaning back supporting myself with my hands on the floor behind me. Mark stood behind me, facing my feet, and supporting my head with his hands underneath he lowered his not fully hard cock into my mouth. He started to gently fuck in and out but only using about half his length. He then told me he was ready to get his cock into my throat. He was so gentle and I felt his cock at the back of my throat and then past it. I felt his pubic hair on my mouth and I knew he'd gone balls deep. My eyes started to water as he left it there for a moment before withdrawing. I'd succeeded in taking all of him, without gagging. He continued to fuck my mouth and succeeded in getting me to deep-throat five or six more times. He removed his dick and asked if I wanted to finish him off. I told him I certainly did and he suggested we'd be more comfortable on the sofa. He sat down at one end and lay down along the sofa with my head in his lap. I was able to play with his cock, sucking on his length as well as sucking his balls. I continued for a little while giving him oral pleasure before he gave me his load with his dick firmly in my mouth. I milked and sucked every drop out of him. It was comfortable resting with my head in his lap and we remained silent for a little while. Mark was gently stroking my back. He then told me that I had a gorgeous body. I gave a little giggle and he stopped me saying that it was not only him who thought so but he'd noticed all the men at the pool kept looking at me whilst I sunbathed and swam. I said I'd noticed them but they seemed more interested in the two young Italian girls. It was his turn to laugh especially when I told him I'd seen him eyeing them. He told me that I was obviously a people watcher like him. I then teased him by asking him which of the Italian girls he liked best. He thought for a moment and then chose the more petite of the two. I asked him why and he said that given her size she'd be good to play with in bed. I then told him that we weren't the only ones getting up to 'naughties'. He was curious to find out more. I informed him that the Italian girl's mother was probably enjoying the attentions of a German guy. Mark wanted to know how I'd come to my conclusion. I told him I'd seen the German sitting by the bar with the Italian woman the other night and he'd been stroking and fondling the inside of her thigh under her short skirt and yesterday her husband went out and she left the pool, very obviously and the German quickly followed her. Mark thought I was probably right and that I'd been very observant. I told him that my husband used to call me 'the meerkat' which made him laugh again. I went on to tell him that I didn't think the Italian woman would have been serviced as well as I'd been. Mark questioned me as to why. I told him that in the first place the German didn't have as big a dick as him, well not from what I'd seen of him in his 'Speedos' and I doubted if he had the same cock control and stamina either. Holiday Fun Ch. 02 When my hand lifted her dress, I didn't think about it. When I dropped to my knees to peel away her panties from the cleft to suck on the puffy lips, I didn't give it a thought. I suppose when we walked back together and I felt the night air dry her cum from a hastily cleaned chin and neck, it occurred to me what an asshole I was. My wife was waiting at home. Her brother and Bel's husband waited for her. And yours truly had just finished eating his sister to two glorious orgasms -- out in the open -- oh yes, and interrupted by the local police. Maybe asshole was too mild. Bel could barely look at me as she silently left me and went to join her husband. I stopped first at the bathroom to wash up still bothered my lust. So why was my reflection smiling back at me? The next day was uneventful. We lounged by the pool, sipping coffee and soaking up the sun. We walked to the far end of San Francisco Beach and set up our towels close to the small thatched cantina that offered the only respite from the heat. We alternated between swimming, sitting out of the sun sipping beers and reading. Outside of a few questions about the nightlife, there was very little probing, thankfully! Even in private I was spared the third degree that I was expecting from Jane. As a matter of fact, she was more anxious to talk to me about her brother's conversation. It seems that he filled in details alluded to yesterday. He and Bel were having problems. They had stopped sleeping in the same room and hardly spent any time alone together, immersing themselves in the lives of their teenaged children. Jane made a sarcastic reference to their puritan ideas about sex but did not elaborate. I for one was not turning that corner into a discussion about their sexual habits. Though her lustful reaction last night left me knowing where the problem lay. We returned for a mid-afternoon siesta. I chose the lounger on the terrace as the others drifted off to their rooms. "Are you awake?" I was surprised to see Bel seated beside my chair. We had hardly spoken and certainly had had no opportunity to delve into the previous night's adventure. "I feel so bad about what happened. I don't like to feel like a cheater. I don't like sneaking..." "I know," I interrupted. "No you don't! But I do like feeling sexy and happy and wanted. God, this is so embarrassing." The openness of the living space made me nervous. One door opening would be enough to give a clear view of the two of us. My instinct was to hold Bel. "Let's go in the pool. More privacy..." She was up and walking down the short distance to the pool before I could launch into selling the idea. Following her, I was mesmerized by her ass that jutted out like an offering to me. Covered by the yellow bikini bottoms, I noted how it strained and swayed provocatively as she walked down the steps and into the water. As she turned to face me, I was simultaneously aware of her hardened nipples and my own growing erection. I hugged her to me feeling those buds press into my chest and my aching balls grind into her pelvis. If I was surprised at her words, her actions floored me. I felt her hands caress my shoulders, trail down my back ending up grasping my butt to pull me further into her. Our lips sought out one another's, as my own hands explored the swell of her buttocks. Emboldened by being half-hidden by the chairs on the apron of the pool, I lifted her so that she straddled my waist, supporting her neck on the pool's edge. My lips snaked from her lips, to her neck and onto a nipple over the fabric of her bikini bra. All the while, my hands continued their assault on her ass, pulling her into my throbbing groin. "Grab my neck." She did as she was told letting me carry her still straddling my hips to the steps leading into the pool. Our position was now obscured by a shrub bordering the pool between it and the condo. She moaned softly as I gently set her down so that her head again rested out of the water and her pelvis submerged just under the water's surface. Her bare breasts thrust up eagerly as I lifted each from its confining cup. As I kneeled to hungrily take each breast into my mouth, her legs again encircled me. Even the coolness of the water could not lessen the heat I felt as we ground into one another at the waist. Using the buoyancy of the water and one hand supporting her back to keep her afloat, I moved back and used the palm of the other to massage her crotch. With each stroke, her hips rose to meet the pressure. Her hand reached to caress my cock straining against the loose fabric of my trunks -- first gently and then more persistently. I half stood letting her body settle on the step as I struggled to pull the trunks down my thighs. Her hand reluctantly released my penis as the cloth passed baring it to her touch. "Good God, so big..." She resumed the stroking now masturbating my rock hard member. On impulse I stood now straddling her legs and moved forward, my eight inch cock moving closer to her startled face. "I don't.... I will but I don't know how." "Kiss the tip. Good. Now use your tongue on the head. Now ...." Good lord she was the world's best student. I shut up and enjoyed the exploring tongue. Instinctively, she took the head into her mouth -- tentatively sucking gently. Moving slowly I forced more into her past her soft lips. When her hand cupped and squeezed my ball, I almost lost it. "Sorry," she said as I moved back. "No, no, it feels too good." As I reached for the sides of the bikini bottom, the contradictory feelings she must had had became apparent. Her hands grabbed at my wrists but her hips eased off the step. Testing her resolve, my hands started sliding the bottoms off her hips. Her grip loosened but her hands still covered my wrists. When the fabric uncovered her mound, I let my hands move down to her knees and slide up her thighs. Sighing she released me. One hand moved under her bum with a thumb extending up into her cleft. "Oh, oh, Rick.." Her hips rocked from side to side and up to meet my intruding thumb. Intentionally, I did not penetrate her folds, but moved the digit up and down her opening, contacting her clit at the top of each pass. When I again resumed removing her bottoms, she murmured, "Too big....won't fit." The head of my penis took the place of my thumb. Her legs were splayed outside my torso, her pelvic motions encouraged by my one hand now directed her sex against my cock. Using my free hand I guided the shaft between her cunt lips. Letting its length rest with the tip against her clitoris, I grasped the globes of her ass and pulled her up into me. The grinding of her pelvis dispelled any notion of an internal conflict. We were both panting and straining simulating the sex act. I moved allowing the head to press her opening. With a start she tensed. Still grasping her ass cheeks I pulled while penetrating her for the first time. "I...I'm....it's in...." she stammered. The bulbous head had forced its way into her gripping cunt. Her tightness was surprising. As she stretched to take more, I gave more. Each deeper penetration caused an explosion of breath from her followed by moans and sighs. With four inches buried, my grasping hands pulled her harder toward me till I felt my entire length gripped by her velvet lips. She started to shudder and before thrusting felt her cum. Her body trembled and her hips started to buck against me. I withdrew till the tip remained inside and pounded by in. Over and over again we thrust against one another. Feeling the pressure swell my aching prick, I buried myself as deep as I could and held there. For the second time she came. For the first time I followed. I felt ropes of cum coat her insides until I could stand it no more and pulled out. Exhausted we sat side by side holding hands like teenagers. Glancing at Bel I wondered I had had that same far off expression on my face. Sensing my stare, a smile formed as she sighed. "I agree." A sound from the terrace prompted a hasty separation and dressing for each us. Swimming to the far end of the pool, I looked back and saw Dan sitting while reading the paper. He glanced up with a neutral expression and returned my wave with a tentative one of his own. Holiday Fun Ch. 03 I woke up with a hard on and a lingering dream of screwing my sister, Bel. As my head cleared, the reality of all that had transpired in the pool took hold. My suspicions lingered that Dan had witnessed my close encounter of the lustful kind with his wife. He had sat in silence on the terrace. There were no outbursts or accusations. We had not exchanged a word as I passed him and retreated for my siesta. I later learned there was no showdown between husband and wife over her infidelity. We had planned a night out at a nearby hotel featuring folkloric ballet, music and dance. After a hasty shower, I dressed and met Dan sitting in the kitchen. I poured us a drink as we waited for our women. Conversation was light with no indication of anger or jealousy. As a matter of fact he was looking forward to a night our together. There were three nights remaining before they left and we were ready to party. The women looked fine in their colourful sundresses. Jane, my wife looked vibrant with her tan in contrast to the plain while dress that she had purchased in the town square. She had laughed as Dan placed a blood red hibiscus behind her ear. Not to be outdone, I had plucked a similar flower from the bouquet on our table, caressing his wife, Bel's cheek, as I placed it in her hair. Admiring my handiwork with an exaggerated nod of approval, I was struck once again how exotic she looked with her brightly colored floral shift slit up one leg to her knee flashing a modest amount of white shimmering skin as she struck a pose. We quickly finished our drinks and exited the condo. We decided to walk the short distance to the fiesta. Trailing Dan and Bel, I noticed the silhouette of her body through her dress as her hips swayed provocatively. As we reached the top of the short flight of stairs, the bright light in front of us had the effect of turning her dress into a fleshy x-ray. From my angle below her and Dan, the gaping slit gave me a momentary glimpse of black lace fabric at her crotch. Our host greeted us with a "Hola" as he tied a ribbon holding a small wooden cup around each of our necks. As if in answer to our unasked question, he picked up one of many bottles from a table and poured four shots of tequila. With a salute to him, we drained the pungent liquid. We were enveloped by a tropical breeze, sounds of surf and the warmth of sand. On one side a stage on risers was bathed in light while the other was taken up with what I assumed was the buffet table. Smaller tables and chairs dotted the beach going back into darkness. We made our way to the back and centre to a table. As our butts hit the chair, a waiter in traditional clothing appeared holding a towel and a bottle of tequila. Toasting our host who bowed in return, we downed our drinks. We grimaced from the aftertaste as the show began. The loud taped music had given way to about a dozen dancers and a smaller collection of musicians who accompanied them. For the next hour we were entertained by a variety of local dances and authentic regional costumes. Whether the show became progressively more exciting or we did from the effects of the steady stream of shots of tequila, we were having a blast. The final round of applause signalled an end to the performance and the steady overly loud renewal of club music. "Time to eat something," slurred my wife, Jane. In agreement we all made our way to the buffet. As though standing on guard, the trusty waiter with the ever-present bottle greeted us. Another shot, another laugh and another grimace carried us to the back of the line. Dan and Jane took one side of the table as I followed Bel down the other. By the time we had reached the soup, they were several people ahead of us in the fast-moving line as we plodded along behind a whale of a man who must have been out to best some to be Guinness Book of World Records that involved stacking as much food as possible on his plate. We made no pretence at hiding our laughter and amused ourselves by swaying to the blaring beat from the stage. At first accidently and then in rhythm I rocked my groin into Bel's behind. Rather than a rebuke, I felt her hand slip between us and caress my crotch holding me in place. "Senor, senora..." The ever present host had reappeared. As he filled Bel's cup, I spotted a bowl of limes and a saltshaker beside us. "Like this," I said to Bel, as I dabbed some salt into the space between my thumb and forefinger holding it to her lips. As he licked then sucked, I felt my cock swelling. She drained the cup. Holding the wedge lime to her lips, she sucked its juice. "My turn." She took the shaker sprinkling some as I had. Taking her hand and holding it to my lips, I slowly licked till the salt disappeared, then drained the cup. I moved her hand holding the lime to her mouth moving it over her lips. Her confused expression gave way to a smile. Bending down, I extended my tongue to taste the lime and ended in a kiss. Applause from our fellow diners snapped me out of my trance. A sea of faces grinning at our antics swam up before me. Jane's back was disappearing into the night but a short distance from the end of the table, a familiar face disappeared behind a palm. A flushed Dan emerged seconds later, attempting to hide stain on his crotch with his plate. Bel must not have noticed as she held my hand on the way back to join Jane. Thank god that the shock of spotting Dan and knowing he was trailing behind us, made my throbbing dick shrink. "What was all that clapping about" Jane slurred draining the remnants of her cup. "We must have missed it," I replied. "Dan did you see what the commotion was all about?" I left off the part about....it must have been good to make you jerk off behind a tree. He blushed slightly avoiding looking at Bel or me. "I think somebody must have put on a hell of a show." Saved by Mr. Tequila with his bottomless bottle of booze! We laughed, drank and managed to finish our meal as drunken dancers gyrated in front and all sides of us. Feeling some power over Dan, I suggested, "Why don't you throw these plates away now? I gestured to a garbage can some twenty feet away. He dutifully and silently obliged with a faint blush on his face. A dancer stepped up to our table extending a hand to Bel who frantically tugged her skirt closed where moments before it had draped around one hip.. It was one of the college kids from Carlos and Charlie's. "Hey man, can I dance with your lady?" "My sister can answer for herself." "Sister? Far out!" He shared a chuckle with his entourage of two males and three gorgeous females. Turning back he winked slyly extending a hand toward Bel. I turned to see Dan standing mute. So much for a knight in shining armor! Jane was out of it sitting with unfocused eyes oblivious to her surroundings. Bel stood, taking the offered hand. Her dress seemed transparent in the brightly lit foreground as they moved to join the dance. Soon that fine ass was shaking while the slit on her dress showed more and more leg -- much to the delight of her partner. Though the music stayed loud and fast, he slowed their tempo by drawing her closer in an approximation of a waltz. Their bodies moved closer together with the steady pressure he applied on her back.He extended his pelvis forward as he slowly rocked back and forth. As his hand disappeared lower down her back, Bel began pushing on his chest trying in vain to gain some separation from their closeness. As they turned, we were could see his hand kneading a cheek of her ass while his other hand held her shoulder. She slapped at his hand moving it off her behind. Laughing, he simply overpowered her and soon had pulled her close with his hand busy once again. All the while he held his gaze on Dan, as though daring him to interfere. Bel twice said something loud that was lost in the din of the music. Glancing at Dan, I noticed his hand moving in his lap under a napkin. He made no move to intervene. Standing, I tapped Bel on the shoulder as she rotated away from me. "May I?" "Thank God!" she exclaimed as her insistent partner relaxed his grip. For a moment we faced on another. Joe College turned, bowed and was lost in the crowd a moment later. In a short while, we followed suit making our way beside the action toward the exit. I supported Jane as she walked and stumbled her way to the front of the hotel. No one spoke though Bel was clearly agitated. Since it seemed likely that waiting for a cab would take longer than walking the two blocks back to the condo, we silently set out on our trek. I turned once or twice and was struck by how much like two strangers my brother and his wife appeared. They walked without touching, keeping two feet apart and didn't appear to utter a word the whole trip back. I, on the other hand, supported Jane as she 'stumble-walked' murmuring unintelligibly from time to time. Once back, I steered Jane up the steps and toward our bedroom. "Nightcap?" Dan had spoken for the first time since leaving the hotel. He produced a bottle of tequila that he had obviously taken from the display by the exit. "Jane?" She moaned an answer. "I'll tuck her in and join you - unless you two want some time alone?" "God no!" answered Dan a little too emphatically. "I can use some company." added Bel staring daggers at her husband. Jane flopped on our bed fully clothed and seemed down for the count. I loosened her buttons but left the garment on rather than disturb her instant slumber. I moved a wastebasket near her side anticipating a rocky night for her tequila-induced sleep. When I returned, to the living area I saw that Dan and Bel had moved to the terrace. He was pouring her a shot from the bottle he had taken into the cup that still hung from around her neck. Offering my cup to be filled, I was surprised when he set it down and retreated to the kitchen. Filling my own cup, I turned to find Dan had reappeared with a salt shaker and bowl of limes from the fridge. When he paused with his cup near his mouth, I said, "Salt first." He licked at his hand and gulped down the shot. "Now lime," I ordered as I offered him a wedge. "Now it's Bel's turn," Dan announced. He passed me the shaker. "I think you know what to do with this." He made it sound like a challenge but his voice almost cracked with emotion. With a sparkle in her eye, Bel said suggestively, "Do you want to do me?" Dan moved into the shadows pulling his chair away from us. As I repeated the scene from the hotel ending with a deep soulful kiss on his wife's lips, I could swear I heard a zipper followed by a moan. The moan belonged to Bel. "What the hell!" I thought "My turn," I said aloud. When Bel reached for the salt, I covered her hand in mine stopping her and drew her to her feet. Facing me as I remained seated, her back was turned toward Dan. Holding the cup ion one hand as she poured, I reached through the slit of her dress with the other. I slowly and deliberately pressed the back of my hand against the front of her thong. Her heat and wetness was intoxicating. Her gasp gave way to a moan as I sawed the edge of my hand along her lips coating them with her juices. She bent locking her lips over mine as our tongues entwined. It took great effort not to turn her around and fuck her on the spot, bent over the table with her husband sitting five feet away. I removed my hand and lifted it between our mouths. We both tasted her juices, tongues colliding and fighting over the last drop. In an act of sheet control, I brought the shot glass up without spilling and drained its contents. She reached for the lime, her hands trembling as she pressed it to her mouth which quickly covered mine. "Should we do another?" Dan did not immediately reply. Bel's heavy breathing was the only sound in the night air. "Do you want more Dan or have you had enough?" Bel had found her voice A grunt then a strained, "I think I want you to have another go. I'll just sit and watch you enjoy it." This time I poured and positioned Bel facing her husband -- he still sitting in darkness and me sitting behind his wife. I decided to assert my control. "Well then, make yourself useful. My hands are full." He stood with a smallish bulge in the front of his pants and the zipper obviously down. As I had spoken, I tucked her dress up to her waist at the back. He poured her shot taking his time and watching my busy hands knead the white flesh of his bride's ass cheeks. Not a word was spoken though his breathing became a pant and his eyes never left my busy hands. As he retreated, I commanded, "Put her cup on the table." He stopped and obliged. Both my hands reached between her parted legs. The pressure of my hands on her pubes pulled her back. As she rocked against my caressing hands, she bent slightly forward on shaking legs. Now the material of her thong was forced inside her. One finger from each hand forced her lips to each side of the sheer material. She moaned as Dan craned to see, still standing between his chair and the table - his view obstructed by her dress hanging loosely in front of her. Her rubbery lips oozed viscous liquid over my hands as fingers pressed into the cloth-covered opening. As I removed my insistent hands, she straightened. "Be a gentleman and hand her her drink." Dan stepped forward leaving his wilting member dripping extending through the open trousers. Trance-like he stood by the table after passing her the cup. I stood. Her dress draped at the front while gaping open behind. Moving my hands over her shoulders ever so slowly, they fed her hungry mouth. I could see the fluids glistening in the dim light of the house as she devoured each finger one at a time sucking and licking her fluids. As she moved the cup to drink, I said, "Not yet." She stopped. My hands cupped her breasts as she stared straight ahead at her cuckold husband. "Help her!" I turned her back to him motioning to the zipper. He responded instantly drawing it down and easing the dress from her shoulders. She stepped out of it as it pooled between us on the floor. "Now the bra," with shaking hands he complied. That garment joined the dress. She stood dressed in pumps and a thong that had all but disappeared as I took in the beauty of her bulging cheeks. She shuddered when I ran my hands up and down her leg and over her ass, slipping a finger into her crack as it moved up her back and then back down again. I hooked a thumb on each side of her hips and started to draw the thong off her ass stopping as it framed the bottom of her cheeks. Sitting, I extended my tongue letting it travel up and down her crack from behind following the trail started by my fingers. "Should we finish it, Dan? Be careful of your answer now." His silent reply was to reach down to pull the wet material down her legs and over her feet raised one at a time. "Jane?" Her loud moan was all the answer that I needed. "Stand back and give us some room," I ordered. Dan stood silently several feet away from the table, one hand working at his crotch. He stepped forward reaching out for her breast moving to suckle her deeply. |He groaned sucking voraciously as a short stream of precum dripped on the floor between them. I drank in the spectacular sight of her naked buttocks inviting my attention. As he groped her front, I returned my attention to the prize of her ass and the dripping lips that spread from between her spread legs. One of his hands moved to her thighs, "You're soaking!" he rasped Taking control once again, I turned her away from his mouth and hands. "No. Not till I say so." His hands dropped back to his lap as he stepped back. I roughly hefted each breast. I fondled, pinched and pulled as she squirmed and made soft mewing sounds and did a slow dance shifting her drenched thighs together then apart. When I stood, Bel looked crazed. I saw the same lust mirrored in her eyes. My breathing and heartbeat throbbed in my ears in a kind of blood lust that I had never before experienced. I moved Bel to a sit on the edge of the table as I reached for the tequila. "Do you want this?" "Please," she murmured. Dan groaned as he tugged on his cock, no longer disguising the excitement he was experiencing. I laid her back onto the table. I loosened my pants. Her legs splayed wide with her pelvis up-thrust. I pulled my shirt over my head. I sat facing her mound as it oozed viscous liquid, leaving a sheen on her puffy lips. Her pubes were engorged and swollen. One finger suddenly penetrated her opening and held its place deeply embedded in her velvety wetness. Her hips moved as she cried out coming for the first time this night. I placed the invading digit against her lips. She sucked it dry. Reaching under her buttocks and forcing her pelvis to arch higher, I dribbled the liquid from the cup into her opening. The shock of its coolness brought on a new thrusting of her hips. Leaning forward and using my tongue to hold her lips apart, I poured the remainder of the glass into her. Some leaked out down her crack and pooled on my palm cradling her ass but most I captured as I sucked the mescal for all I was worth. I stood. Pulling her into a half sitting position on the edge of the table, I bent letting the saliva, cum and tequila cascade into her mouth. Two fingers roughly penetrated her gaping hole, insistently fingering her into a paroxysm of spasms that gripped me as her cum gushed forth. I wiped what was left of the lime over the head of my cock as Bel practically fell from the table to her knees in front of me, taking the lime then me deeply into her mouth. I couldn't wait a minute longer for my release. I pulled her to her feet. As she moved into me she straddled me with one leg to each side of my chair. Reaching through her open legs and cupping her ass I started to lift her onto me. Her hands encircled my neck. Steadied now, I positioned her opening against my raging cock and let her slowly come down enveloping me into her folds. Inch by aching inch I penetrated that glorious wetness. Unable to restrain myself, I plunged my full length into Bel. Her cry was unrestrained and accompanied spasms that I could feel on my shaft. Her hips rose and fell to meet my plunging rod impaling her again and again. Her cumming was continuous now. We somehow found an insane rhythm that came over me like a runaway locomotive. Her pressed down locking me in place as her ass, aided by my ever-present hands circled somehow coaxing me deeper. Before we knew it, she was lifted, supported by my hands through grasping her cheeks as hers gripped my neck. With legs locked behind me as she worked her pelvis thrusting against me as we finished an impossible dance that culminated in a cry from both of us as we fell half on the table. As we came back to earth, the roaring in my ears gave way to a distant moaning that sounded a lot like Jane. We froze looking at one another. Glancing around, we noticed that Dan had disappeared from view. We did not utter a word. Reality started to give way to the lust of the past hour. Another sound, this time of a door opening, caused us to stand and reach for our clothes. I gave her a chaste kiss on the lips as we headed to our rooms. I heard her exclaim, "What the hell!" as I entered my bedroom. I quickly disrobed. Jane was lying on her back. She had obviously tried to remove her dress, ripping it for good measure. Even her bra looked ripped as it hung off one shoulder with a strap missing. "What the hell!" It was my turn. There were hickies and tooth marks covering her breast. On closer inspection, her panties were pulled to one side...