8 comments/ 71428 views/ 27 favorites Getting to Know Alan and Sheryl By: pacman82 As I sipped my Budweiser, I began to think I could definitely do with this break. I was on my way to Greece where my good friend Ozzie, owns a holiday resort. We went to university together. He came over to London from Greece to study but suddenly got a call from his father to return home and run the family business. We keep in touch and I often go over to his resort as he lets me stay for free, all I have to do is pay for the flights. The resort is a 3-star holiday complex with self catering apartments, a swimming pool with spa, a fully equipped gym, a buffet restaurant and a fully stocked bar. Being close to the beach, it is popular with tourists as well as locals. I had previously stayed at the resort about four times, twice with an ex girlfriend and twice on my own. This will be my fifth visit and I know most of the staff. They give me free reign of the place, which is nice. I don't usually get to spend much time with Ozzie as he is busy so I just spend the time relaxing and recharging my batteries. Suzie, my ex girlfriend, was the reason to go to Greece this time. We had recently parted company, admittedly fairly amicably, and we remained friends. We had been dating in University and carried on our relationship after we graduated. Then, a few months ago, just after her birthday, we had 'the talk' to discuss our future where we (mainly she) decided we had come to the end of the road. Within a month she was already in another relationship. I couldn't believe that she had moved on so quickly. I expected her to date but didn't expect her to be in another relationship so soon. I decided I needed to get away for a bit, hence my trip to Greece. I landed at the airport in glorious sunshine. Ozzie had sent a car for me and after a two hour drive, I arrived at the resort. Ozzie met me and we went straight to the bar to catch up. He looked well. I was a little envious. While I was slogging away in my cramped office in London, he was chilling out in the sun running his father's business. Ok, I'm sure he worked hard but none the less, I was here for a break, not to compare lives. A maid called to Ozzie to inform him my accommodation was ready. He walked me to my apartment which was to be my home for the next two weeks and showed me in. It consisted of a small living area with French doors leading to a balcony overlooking the pool. Another door of the living area led to the large bedroom and an en suite bathroom which had both a shower and bath. Ozzie told me my towels would be changed daily. He then left me to unpack and relax. He told me to call him if I needed anything. The next few days were pretty uneventful. I mainly used the time to relax in the sun, read my book, have a swim and use the gym. I like to keep fit as I was quite a skinny kid at university but I have built up a bit of muscle now and am proud of my body. Both Ozzie and I weren't very lucky with the ladies while we were studying which is why I felt like the luckiest guy on earth when I met Suzie. I started to go to the gym as I was paranoid I would lose her and I just kept it up. Since I have been single, I have had a couple of dates, but nothing serious at all as I was still missing Suzie. The next afternoon, I had just finished my workout when I was cooling off in the pool. I noticed a new couple arrive in the pool area. I assumed they had arrived that day as I had not noticed them before. I watched as they struggled to find the sun loungers to put their towels on. The loungers had been removed from the poolside due to people 'reserving' them with their towels, so you now had to ask for one. I knew the pool attendant had gone to run an errand so I went to help. I knew where they were kept and I often assisted with things like this. Ozzie would regularly ask me to watch the pool, or give gym advice and sometimes even man the bar! This was my way of 'paying' for my stay. "Are you looking for the loungers?" I said, hoping they were English. "Yes we are," said a jovial sounding man. He looked around 30ish, overweight, but not massively obese, with balding hair. "No problem, I will just get them for you," I replied. I retrieved two loungers and placed them where the couple were standing. The man said thank you and motioned for his wife (I noticed their wedding rings) to give me a tip. "Oh no," I said with a smile. "I don't really work here, I'm just helping out. That's all." "I thought you sounded English," the man said. "Thanks for helping us." "No problem, if you need anything, let me know. I know the area pretty well." He introduced himself as Alan and his wife Sheryl. She looked a lot younger than him. She had shoulder length blonde hair and was wearing a bikini top that showed she had a nice set of breasts. Not too big, quite a nice handful. She had a curvy figure and whilst you wouldn't call her thin, there is no way you could say she was overweight. She had a towel wrapped around her waist and flip-flops. Alan had his shirt off already, showing off his over sized belly and a pair of swimming shorts. I must admit, I did think Alan was 'punching above his weight' with Sheryl but he did seem like a genuinely nice man. We chatted for a bit and I explained how I knew the owner so I didn't seem like I was holidaying on my own. I then left them to it and went back to my room for a short rest before dinner. Dinner is served in the main restaurant as a buffet service. You fill your plate, find a table and eat. I usually dined with Ozzie but if he is busy then I eat alone. On this occasion, Ozzie was away from the resort for a few days on business so I planned to eat alone. I filled my plate and sat down at a table. I was about to start eating when I heard my name being called. It was Alan. "You're not eating on your own are you?" he said as he approached my table. "Yes, my friend is away but that's ok, I don't mind." I tried to reassure him I was fine with my situation. "Nonsense, we can't have that can we, Sheryl? We will join you and keep you company," he said with his infectious smile. Sheryl looked at me with an embarrassed look and I mouthed to her that it was ok. If I'm honest, I originally wasn't too keen on this situation as I didn't want to seem like a third wheel or anything like that but we actually got on well. I think they also appreciated the company as much as I did. After dinner we moved to the bar area and carried on talking over a few drinks. It was here I found out more about them. Alan was 28 (but looked much older) and Sheryl was 23. Their families are lifelong friends and they had known each other from when they were young. They got together when Sheryl was only 17 and married a year later. I sensed the enormous pride on Alan's part when he spoke about their "fairytale" romance but didn't get the same from Sheryl. I sensed earlier that Sheryl had been 'out of his league' and now their relationship made sense. Alan worked for the family business that involves both their families and was fairly successful. He was a very jolly man, always cracking a one liner and always laughing. I enjoyed his company but could tell from Sheryl's face that this could probably get annoying as he didn't switch off. We watched the resort's entertainment. Alan got up and participated in some kind of dance to everyone's amusement and eventually we called it a night. The next day I was working out in the gym when Sheryl came in. We said hello and I asked where Alan was. "Oh, he's not interested in using the gym, he already has a perfect body, can't you tell?" she answered with sarcasm. I smiled but didn't want to get involved in any domestics. She then gave me the once over and said, "Well, you clearly know what you're doing here, maybe you can show me a few exercises?" She was wearing a boob tube that stopped just under her magnificent breasts and a pair of high cut sexy shorts, which, when she bent over, revealed her tight ass cheeks. I was more than happy to help her. We had got on well the previous evening and I enjoyed her company. I advised Sheryl on a few exercises and we did them together, giving me a chance to check out her body. She was a sexy girl but also married. I caught her checking me out a few times as well. She was very open about her marriage and had no problem moaning about Alan. I didn't think anything of it as it was usual marriage stuff I guess? After training, we made our way to the pool to cool off. Alan was sunbathing on a lounger. He noticed us and immediately got up and asked how I was, shaking my hand enthusiastically. We had a little laugh about last night's events. Sheryl was keen for us to continue our exercises in the pool. I gave Alan the "hope you don't mind me taking your wife for a bit" line as a joke but he was more than happy for us to continue. Sheryl and I went into the pool where I showed her a few water based exercises. Some of these required us to get close and a bit touchy feely. At first, I felt a bit uneasy as I know I would be fuming if someone was that close to my wife/girlfriend but Alan wasn't really bothered. He occasionally glanced over and gave us a reassuring thumbs up and a smile. I guess he was just a genuinely nice man. Over the next couple of days, I met them in the evenings for dinner and to watch the entertainment. Sheryl and I also continued our exercise routine where she opened up to me more about her marriage. She explained that it was almost expected of her to marry Alan and that both families were encouraging her from a young age. She said she does love Alan but perhaps felt she has 'missed out' due to getting married so young. But as Alan was successful, she knew she was financially secure and that she didn't need to work herself. One day, after our gym work out, we made our way to the pool. This time, we were met by a very excited Alan. As soon as he saw us he came running over. A scuba diving centre had sent two of its instructors to the resort to show the tourists what they had to offer. Alan had used the equipment in the pool and wanted to take a real dive in the ocean that was taking place the next day. He got Sheryl and I to have a go and it did seem like fun. Alan and Sheryl signed up and they asked me to go as well. I politely declined and said they should spend time together as a couple but they literally begged me. I eventually agreed and I signed up to go. The next day I woke up early and met Alan, Sheryl and the rest of the group to go scuba diving. We were picked up by coach and dropped off at the scuba diving centre. We were issued with diving gear and taken on a launch to a secluded beach. We were split into groups and took it in turns to walk into the sea with the instructor. However, what happened next, took me by complete surprise. On the beach was a small building belonging to the centre. After each group had finished their dive, they were taken to the building to shower and change. We were in the last group. After we had finished swimming with the fishes, we followed the instructor into the building where there were two shower and change rooms. Before we entered, he explained that due to some burst pipes, the women's changing area could not be used. He said that the men's changing area would now be a communal zone. We all followed him into the changing room where we were met with the most basic of facilities. There was a room with benches around the walls. Walk a bit further and you are met with a shower area with eight showers, four on the back wall and two each on the sides, all very open. The instructor then said to our group: "Please take off your wet suits and place them on the floor here in a neat pile." We put our bags on the benches and began to take off our wet suits. Once they were piled up, we all entered the showers and began to wash off. I grabbed the furthest shower on the side wall, right at the end. Suddenly, the instructor called to us all. "I apologise again for you all having to share but I hope no one is shy. I advise you all to ensure that you are clean everywhere as these wet suits are used daily by all sorts of people." With that he pulled down his bathing shorts and was completely naked I must admit, I was quite shocked at his openness. I looked around at our group which consisted of Alan and Sheryl, a German couple in their fifties and two young Greek guys. Before I could say anything, the German couple had already stripped off. The Greek boys followed almost as if this was the normal thing to do it out here. This left Alan, Sheryl and I standing wondering what to do. I looked at Alan who had his trademark smile on. This was all a great experience for him. I looked at Sheryl who was clearly uncomfortable with the situation. Finally Alan spoke and said "Come on then, let's just do it!" With that, he whipped off his shorts and stood there in all his glory. I looked at Sheryl who seemed embarrassed. I couldn't help but look at Alan's cock, I mean all guys do that, right? It was almost covered by his belly but I could see that it was quite small. Not that I'm an expert on that subject. I thought about what the instructor had said. I didn't know who had used the wet suit before me. Did I really want to trust the fact that my shorts were protecting me from possibly catching something? Is that even possible? Did I want to take that risk? I looked at Sheryl once again and nodded my head as if to say "go on, your turn." She mouthed back "You first." I looked at everyone else who all seemed to be in their own world, not caring about all this nudity. Before I had a chance to do anything, Alan shouted "Come on, you're not shy are you?" He said it in a friendly joking way but everyone turned and looked. I was the only guy in there with my shorts on. "Of course not, give me a chance" I said trying to divert attention. I turned to face the shower, my back to everyone and pulled off my shorts. I let them drop and the water hit my face, chest and front of my body. I stayed like this for a bit then turned my head to look around. Everyone was busy soaping themselves and rinsing off but Sheryl was standing there with a big smile on her face. She was watching me, biting her top lip in a seductive way. She was standing right next to her naked husband, watching my ass. I smiled back and mouthed "Your turn" to her. She responded by mouthing back "turn around first." Lucky I'm good at lip reading! I started to get a little excited. It all felt a bit naughty. I have never been an exhibitionist, I have showered at the gym before with other guys but not with a mixed group. And certainly not with another man's wife telling me she wants to see my cock in front of her husband. My dick started to grow with the excitement. It was normally about 5 inches when flaccid but had now grown to around 6 ½" semi hard. I casually turned around, rinsing off my back in the process. Sheryl's eyes were glued to my crotch. I knew it was wrong but I loved the attention. She was still smiling and without saying a word, she untied her bikini top releasing her beautiful breasts. They were a nice handful with erect bullet shaped nipples. She looked at me and I gave a nod of approval. They looked absolutely gorgeous, better than I imagined. I could tell she was enjoying this too. She then pulled off her bikini bottoms and was standing there, her shaven pussy completely exposed to me. "That's the spirit," Alan said enthusiastically to his wife. Just then he called out to me. Fuck, my first thought was that he had caught me staring at his wife. "You need some shower gel?" he asked. "Err yeah, sure, thanks" Wow, what a nice a guy, I felt a bit guilty playing this game with his wife. He squirted soap in his hands and gave Sheryl the bottle. "Pass that over please love" he said to her. Sheryl took the bottle and walked over to me. It seemed like she was walking in slow motion. Her breasts were all wet and dripping. My cock started to grow again. She stood in front of me and held out the bottle. Her arms barely lifted and she held the bottle pretty much in line with my dick. She was looking down at my hardon like it was a new toy. I looked nervously over her shoulder at Alan but he was busy soaping himself up while talking to the instructor. As I said, a very friendly man. I took the bottle from her. She smiled seductively, turned around and walked slowly back to her shower. My eyes were fixed on her swaying hips and sexy ass. I so wanted to go and ram my cock into her. I had to compose myself. I looked down at my now hardened 7" dick. Sheryl started soaping her own body, slowly. She soaped up her breasts, almost caressing them. I instinctively started to soap my erect cock. We both watched each other cleaning our bodies. It was like we were transfixed. I started to get to full hardness so I knew I had to stop. I turned around to wash off the soap. I stayed like this for a while, so my penis could begin to soften. I started to feel a bit guilty. Not only is Sheryl married but her husband is so trustworthy and a genuinely nice person. I didn't want to get involved any more so I rinsed off the remaining soap, walked over to Alan, handed him the bottle and left the showers. I didn't look back at Sheryl. I went to my bag and wrapped myself up in my towel. I started to dry myself and quickly got changed. I had just put on some clean shorts when both Alan and Sheryl arrived. I finished getting dressed and told them I would wait outside. The launch ride back was uneventful. The coach picked us up from the diving centre soon after and we headed back to the hotel. Alan was his usual jovial self, completely oblivious to what had happened between Sheryl and I. Sheryl kept giving me flirty smiles but I tried hard to ignore them. When we arrived back at the resort, Alan arranged a time for us to meet for dinner. I didn't show. I felt I should leave them for a while. I called in room service, watched a bit of TV and went to sleep. The next day I was awoken to loud knocking on my door. It was Alan. He asked why I wasn't at dinner and that I had missed a fantastic night. He excitedly told me that representatives from the local water park were there and he had won three tickets for a VIP experience, one of which he was giving to me and the coach leaves in an hour. I told him I wasn't feeling well but he wasn't having any of it. In the end he persuaded me to go and I must admit it did sound like fun. He informed me that the VIP experience consisted of free entry into the park, queue jump on the big slides and a nice lunch in the restaurant. The restaurant requires long trousers and a sleeved shirt as part of its strict dress code so I ensured I packed these as well. I then made my way over to the coach pick up point. I couldn't really look Sheryl in the eye but Alan kept mentioning what a fun time he had at the scuba centre and how 'fantastic' an experience it was. Sheryl looked me straight in the eye and nodded her head in agreement. We boarded the coach for the trip to the park. The water park was massive. There were individual changing cubicles and lockers situated near the entrance/exit so we got changed and headed to one of the pools. We spent the next few hours in the pool or on the slides just having a good time. The plan was to then get changed into our formal wear, have some lunch then change back into our swim suits and go back to the park. At around lunchtime, we made our way to the cubicles to get changed but the park was getting really busy. It seemed like every cubicle was occupied. Finally Alan found a family changing room which was slightly bigger than the normal sized cubicles. He ushered us into it but I told him I would find another one. "Don't be silly, you will be looking for hours" he said. Getting to Know Alan and Sheryl Then he gave me his trademark smile and said "It's not like we haven't seen each other in our birthday suits before!" then started chuckling to himself. I looked at Sheryl who was also smiling. It's hard to say no to Alan so I walked in and he locked the door behind us. In the changing room, you are faced with 3 walls and a bench. That's it. Just enough room to stand side by side. We set our bags on the bench in front of us. Alan and I were at each end with Sheryl in the middle. Alan immediately removed his shorts and began drying himself. Sheryl removed a dress from her bag and sat down on the bench. Her head was now at my crotch level. I was standing up, and I began towelling my upper body. Sheryl, still seated, removed her bikini top and let her breasts free. She started drying her upper body but kept her eyes gazing at me. I looked over at Alan who was rummaging in his bag looking for his clothes. Once again I was transfixed by Sheryl's body. She was literally sitting right in front of me. I slowly untied the string on my shorts and let them fall to the floor. Sheryl's eyes were now level with my hardening penis. A big smile appeared on her face. I started to dry my lower body but I was really just rubbing my dick with the towel, ensuring she got a great view. I couldn't help it. I knew it was wrong but with Alan almost an arm's distance away, it felt so exciting. Sheryl never removed her eyes from my growing shaft. As I started to get hard, I made a brave move and threw my towel onto my bag. I was now standing there, completely naked, Sheryl's head inches from my hard penis, her husband standing next to her. I glanced over at him and he was quickly putting his clothes on. I realised I should do the same. Sheryl bit her top lip seductively and looked me in the eyes. Damn, she was so sexy. She then stood up and put her dress over her head. I grabbed some boxer shorts and put them on and by the time Sheryl sat back down, my cock was covered but clearly visible. She gave me a playful 'disappointed' look. Alan was almost dressed now and completely oblivious to my 'little show.' I quickly put on the rest of my clothes and Sheryl and I carried on like nothing had happened. I knew it was wrong but I also thought it was just a little harmless fun. I hadn't had sex in ages and I figured this was the closest I was going to get. We left the locker area and put our wet swim suits in the drying area to collect later. We made our way to the restaurant and had a leisurely lunch with a bottle of white wine between us. This was followed by a dolphin show while we digested our food. Sheryl kept giving me sultry looks throughout. I was trying to ignore her but in the end I couldn't help but feel thrilled by this attention. Once the show was finished, we had a couple of hours until the park closed so we decided to get back in the pool. We grabbed our suits. This time the changing rooms were fairly empty so we got a cubicle each. As I changed, I knew there was sexual tension between Sheryl and I. I was determined to put a stop to it as Alan was a good guy. However I wasn't helped when Alan decided he just wanted to sunbathe for the duration which left me with Sheryl. It was the first time I was going to be alone with her since our little shows. Alan encouraged us to 'have a good time' and make the most of the VIP experience. I suggested we go into to the crowded pool area. As we got in, the sirens started to blare and the wave machine started. Sheryl snuggled up close to me and wrapped her legs around my waist, her breasts pushing up into my chest, her arms around my neck. "What are you doing?" I asked. "The waves scare me, I need you to hold me," she said with a smile. As the waves got stronger, our bodies were getting bumped together and her grip was getting tighter. She wrapped her arms tighter around my neck and whispered into my ear "Your cock is really turning me on." I felt very uncomfortable with this very public display. "I'm sure your husband will have something to say about that" I replied, as I held her tighter, grabbing hold of her firm arse. It felt so good but so wrong at the same time. We rocked like this in silence, her hips grinding into my groin until the waves started to slow. She released her grip and said we should head back to Alan. I immediately thought she had possibly felt guilty so I agreed. I thought it was best for all parties if this ended. When we got to the lounging area, Sheryl told Alan that we should be making a move as she was feeling tired. Alan agreed and we packed up our stuff and made our way over to the lockers and changing area. We retrieved our bags from the lockers and went to find some free cubicles to get changed. We walked down an aisle and came across two side by side. Naturally I carried on walking so the couple could take them. Sheryl then said "Oh, you two can take these as I need to use the bathroom, I will find another one and meet you both at the front." "Ok love, see you at the front," Alan replied. Sheryl then gave me only what I could describe as a 'mischievous' look but before I had time to react, she turned her back to me and walked off. I entered my cubicle and Alan entered his. These rooms are so small that if you stretch out your arms you can touch all four walls. I locked the door, took my towel out of the bag and started to dry myself. The dividing walls were quite thin and I made small talk with Alan, mainly talking about the slides and the dolphin show. I was still feeling guilty as things were starting to heat up between Sheryl and I. Alan is such a nice guy but I was finding it so hard to resist his wife. I took my shorts off and continued to dry myself. As I was doing this I heard a very faint knock on my door. I ignored it as I thought it must have been someone walking past but then I heard it again. I unlocked the door and poked my head out to find Sheryl standing there with a big grin on her face. She put her fingers to her lips as if to say "shhh." She pushed past me into the tiny cubicle. "Everything alright there mate?" Alan said as he heard a bit of commotion. "Err, yeah, just kids knocking on my door, that's all" I said nervously, still startled and confused. I locked the door with my free hand, my other hand holding my towel covering my crotch. Sheryl squeezed past me and sat on the bench. It was so small in there I was literally standing between her legs. She looked me in the face, her hands covering her mouth. She was laughing, trying desperately to keep quiet. I mouthed angrily "what are you doing!" "Shhhh" with her lips she replied. She then pointed to the wall that Alan was behind, as if to say be quiet or he will hear. "What do you want?" I whispered. "You know" she said as she tried to remove the towel from my hand. I resisted but she started to pull harder, her arm knocking my can of deodorant to the floor causing a bang. I almost had a heart attack. My heart was racing so fast that I instinctively let go of the towel and the can rolled under the dividing wall into Alan's cubicle. "Thanks, but I'm ok for spray" Alan said with a chuckle. He rolled it back under and I picked it up. I was standing there, completely exposed, between Sheryl's legs, her face inches from my shaft. "Please go, you need to leave" I pleaded. She ignored me, used both hands and started to run them up and down the front of my thighs and stroking my cock. I grabbed both of her wrists to stop her, being very careful not to make any noise. Then with one swift movement she moved her head forward and took my throbbing member into her mouth, causing an almighty sensation throughout my whole body. I continued to hold her hands as my cock was in her mouth. She was using her tongue, swirling it around. My shaft did not take long to gain rock hard status. As it got harder, it began to fill her mouth more and more, causing her to release me from her mouth to re-adjust. My erection was pointing directly at her. She took me back into her mouth but could now only get half of it in, back and forth she sucked me, her tongue licking the slit. It felt so good. I released her hands and she immediately used one hand to fondle my balls with the other pumping the base of my cock. I grabbed the back of her head, bunched up some of that blonde hair and guided her mouth. I knew Alan was in the next cubicle. Every time she slurped on my cock I thought that he would hear. By now I didn't care. I was in absolute ecstasy. Sheryl suddenly stopped sucking. She held my hard rod in one hand, pumping it slowly and raking my balls with the nails of her other. "You like this?" she mouthed to me. "Oh yessss," I whispered. "Good" she whispered back with a massive smile on her face, like it was mission accomplished. And it was. I was hers. My ex, Suzie hardly ever gave me a blowjob. Apparently she didn't like the taste. On the rare occasions she did, it was because I wasn't hard enough to fuck her. She would suck it till I got hard and then that was it. Sheryl, on the other hand, clearly enjoyed what she was doing. Sheryl started licking my entire shaft again, all the way up, all the way down. She licked on the head like it was a juicy lollypop. She then lifted my cock and licked the whole underside until she got to my balls. The sensation was intense, it was sheer ecstasy, I had never experienced these feelings before. She then took each one of my testicles in her mouth, one at a time. It was getting way too much for me. "Are you ready?" Alan said very loudly whilst knocking on my door. "Uhm, yeah I'm coming" I said, looking into his wife's eyes as she was still sucking on my balls, clearly enjoying the fact her husband was inches away. And I wasn't lying, I was about to cum. Sheryl took the hint and put the head of my penis in her mouth. She pumped faster and faster. My legs started to go weak. I had to use every ounce of energy to stop myself from roaring with pleasure. The sensation travelled up through my balls, along my shaft and I ejaculated with fury. I pressed both my palms on the walls either side of me to keep my balance as I was filling Sheryl's mouth with hot spunk. She continued to pump and suck at the same time. As she drained the last droplets from me, she let go of my cock but kept me in her mouth. She moved her hands around to the back of my thighs and continued to suck up and down and then finally released me, causing my now softening shaft to flop down. She took one big gulp and swallowed my whole load. It was the best orgasm I had ever experienced. I felt like I was drunk and high at the same time. I looked down and I could tell by her smile that Sheryl was very proud of her work. She mouthed the word "WOW!" referring to the amount of cum she had to swallow down. Knock, knock. "Thought you said you were coming?" Alan said a little impatiently. Both Sheryl and I covered our mouths to stop us from laughing. "Erm yeah, I forgot to dry my hair," was the first thing I could think of. Now realisation hit. Was Alan going to wait outside my cubicle for me to come out? Fuck, it would break his heart to find Sheryl in here. "Maybe you should go to the front as Sheryl might be waiting," I said, desperately trying to get rid of him. Sheryl gave me an approving thumbs up as we waited in anticipation for his answer. "Well, how long are you going to be?" "Quite a bit. I have to towel dry it," I replied. Now let me tell you this. My hair is short, not bald but it is by no means long. It was a lame thing to say but I couldn't think of anything else. I just desperately wanted him to leave. "Ok then, I will go and find Sheryl and meet you at the front." "Ok Alan, see you in a bit." We waited about a minute and I opened the door very slowly. I peeked out and he was gone. I turned back to Sheryl and told her to leave and get changed quickly. She took my soft dick in her hand, gave it a big kiss, stood up and left. She went into Alan's vacated cubicle and I locked the door. I sat down for a few seconds to gather my wits after what had just happened. I then dragged my clothes on and left the cubicle. Sheryl's door was still locked, which was good, so I made my way to the front where Alan was waiting. Seeing his face didn't give me a good feeling. He was smiling as usual, talking to another English couple who were laughing like crazy. He has that effect on people, he is such a nice guy. I approached him but couldn't really look him in the eye. "You seen Sheryl" he asked. "Um, no, I came straight here" I said sheepishly. "Oh, no worries, you know what women are like, love to take their time" he chuckled. He introduced me to the other couple and they continued to talk. I just kept to myself. Sheryl arrived about 15 minutes later. "There she is," Alan said very loudly. He held out his arms and gave his wife a big kiss on the lips. Sheryl kissed him back and apologised for taking so long. "Sorry, I was drying my hair" she said. She looked at me, smiled, then took her husband's hand and they walked towards the waiting coach. The rest of the evening was pretty uneventful. I had arranged to meet Ozzie for dinner as the day after tomorrow would be my last day. We went to a restaurant outside the resort and I told him all about what had happened in the last few days while he was away. He couldn't believe it and we had a good catch up. I returned to my room late and went to sleep thinking of the events of the day. After breakfast the next day, I was standing on my balcony, two stories up, looking down at the pool area. I. The balcony wall came up to just below my chest and I was resting my arms on the top. Lucky really, I was naked. I noticed Alan walking around the pool area. He saw me and gave me a puzzled look. He could only see me from my chest upwards. "Oh, you finished already? Where is Sheryl then?" he called out, referring to the fact that over breakfast, I had agreed to give Sheryl one last gym session. "Not sure Alan, we finished up about 10 minutes ago, I think she said she was going for a jog," I lied. In actual fact, his wife was on my balcony. He couldn't see her as she was on her knees, my cock in her mouth. Earlier that day, I did agree to one last gym session as I would be there anyway. But as soon as we got started, Sheryl asked if she could speak to me in private. I agreed. I thought she wanted to discuss what had happened between us. She suggested my room. Once we arrived there, she started telling me how much she enjoyed sucking me and how good it tasted. I asked her to leave but instead she sexily removed all her clothes. I tried to talk her out of it but she started to saying things like: "What's the matter, didn't you like it?" and "Don't you like me sucking on your fat cock?" Just hearing those words were turning me on. She dropped to her knees and began to pull down my shorts. My cock sprang free and she began to lick it. She suddenly stopped and got back to her feet. "You know what would really turn me on?" she said. With that, she turned around and began walking towards the balcony. My eyes were glued to her naked ass, her hips swaying as she walked. She had me under her spell again. She opened the door, crouched down and beckoned me over with her finger. She was insatiable. But the thrill of it was too much for me to resist. I took my shorts off and removed my top. If she was naked, I thought I ought to be too, right? I walked out onto the balcony, my cock standing to attention. No one below could possibly know what was happening. I leaned over the edge as Sheryl took me in her mouth. I think she liked the thrill of pleasuring me while I could not express my pleasure. I tried to keep a straight face as she started to pump my shaft while sucking on it like her life depended on it. That's when I saw Alan. As I was speaking to him, Sheryl tried to deep throat me. She managed to get about 5 of my 7 inches in her mouth before she began to gag. But she was determined and kept thrusting her head forward as the tip of my penis was banging her throat. How I managed to keep a straight face I will never know. Maybe I didn't? "If you see her, tell her I'll be in our room" Alan said. "Okay" I replied as I reached down and held the back of his wife's head, pushing more and more of my dick down her throat. She gagged and released me from her mouth, getting some much needed air. No one could hear us, we were too high up. As Alan walked away, I looked down at Sheryl. She loved the fact I was just talking to her husband. "Do you like talking to my husband while I'm sucking your cock" she asked with a devilish grin. "You make it hard but I fucking love it" I said, as she held the base of my penis and guided it right back into her mouth. I carefully scanned the pool area making sure I wasn't getting any suspicious looks. Everyone was in their own world. I then took both my hands and held her head. I began thrusting into her mouth. I was a man possessed. The thrill just overtook me. My ex girlfriend, or any other girl for that matter, had never let me do anything like this. I looked down at Sheryl who was now holding my bum cheeks, pushing me further down her throat. It was an amazing feeling. It didn't take much longer for me to blow my load right down her throat. Like the previous day, I wanted to roar with pleasure but instead I folded my arms on the top of the balcony wall. I rested my forehead on my arms so I was now looking down at Sheryl skilfully swallowing my cum with about 6" of cock in her mouth. I let out a quiet whimper of sound as she drained me for the second day running. She slowly moved her lips back up my shaft until just the head was in her mouth. She sucked on it hard, draining me completely. For the second time, I had received the best blow job of my life. When she finally released me from her mouth, she gave me another big smile. "Did you enjoy that?" she said. "Yes, I fucking did, you are amazing, Alan is one lucky fucker" I said to her. "Are you crazy, Alan doesn't get this treatment, he couldn't handle it" she said with a mischievous grin. Whether he did or not, I didn't really care. I had stopped feeling guilty. I knew it was wrong and selfish but her blow job skills were too good. I looked down at her again and realised I really wanted to fuck her. I was leaving the next day and would probably never see them again so I thought why not try? I made my way back into the room gesturing for Sheryl to follow me. She went over to the bed to get her clothes. I shut the balcony door, walked up behind Sheryl and wrapped my arms around her before she could put her clothes on. I fondled both of her breasts, squeezing her nipples, with my cock resting nicely between her arse cheeks. I began to kiss the back of her neck and whispered to her that I really wanted to fuck her. She pulled away. "But I'm a married woman," she said, with a delightful grin. "Even more of a reason to return the favour," I said, almost begging. She grabbed her clothes and began to put them on. "Not now, but come to dinner tonight, it might be worth your while on your last night" she said seductively. "I can't, I'm meeting my friend," I said almost pathetically, like a child who didn't get his way. "In that case, see you in the bar. I've got to go, I need to have a jog" With that, she left. Later that evening, I met Ozzie for dinner as it was my final night. I told him what had happened and what Sheryl had said. He was egging me on as usual, telling me I have nothing to lose. After I had eaten with Ozzie, I met up with Alan and Sheryl in the bar. Getting to Know Alan and Sheryl "Here he is," Alan said very loudly. "Come and give me a hug" he said as he grabbed me and put his arms around me. He was clearly drunk. Sheryl just smiled. He bought me a drink and began telling me how much he loved meeting me on the trip and said he was sad it was my final night. I daren't tell him how much I loved his wife sucking my cock. I had never seen Alan this drunk, he was slurring his words but he meant no harm. As Alan started talking to another group I turned to Sheryl. "What's got into him?" Then with that seductive smile, she said "That's why I have been getting him drinks all night." It suddenly hit me. She had planned to get him drunk. Was I actually going to get to fuck her? "Two more beers please" I said to the bartender. Sheryl gave me a great big smile, I knew it was wrong but I just had to have her. About an hour later, we were walking back to Alan and Sheryl's room. Alan had an arm over both Sheryl and I as we supported his weight. He was out of it. He was barely able to walk for himself. Sheryl managed to open the door and we threw Alan on to one side of the bed. He was out for the count. We both had to rest after that and sat on the edge of the other side. There was an awkward silence for a bit. I decided to break the tension "So, you want to come back to my room?" "Why? What are we going to do?" she replied with a cheeky tone. "Well, as I said earlier, I want to return the favour," I said with a grin. With Alan lying on his stomach on one side of the bed, Sheryl moved up further to where he was laying. She rested her head on his lower back. The best way I can describe this is that they looked like a "T" shape, if that makes sense. She spread her legs so I could see right up her short skirt. "Is this what you want?" she said, with her fingers rubbing her panty clad pussy. "Oh yessss, I do! What do you think I've been thinking about all day?" I asked, with a cheesy grin. "Well, come and get it then," she said with that same seductive smile. I couldn't believe it. She was lying on her husband, asking me to come and get her pussy! This girl was crazy. She must really get turned on by the thrill of doing stuff right under her husband's nose. And to be honest, I had had a few drinks so I was feeling brave. I crawled between her legs and began to kiss her bare thighs. Moving up closer and closer to her pubic area, I reached under her skirt, and, with both hands, pushed it up. She raised her buttocks off the bed and I removed her white lace g string slowly from her and threw them to the ground. I was now faced with Sheryl's shaved pussy. I looked up and felt a bit guilty as Sheryl was using her husband as a pillow. Luckily, his face was turned in the other direction. I looked back down and the guilt passed away. I began to slowly kiss Sheryl's pussy all over. Gentle kisses. She started moaning very softly. I then started to use my tongue, licking her clit up and down, left and right. Her moaning got louder and she put a hand on the back of my head. She started playing with my hair while I quickened the pace. As I was licking her clit I used my middle finger to slowly play with the entrance to her soaking wet pussy, teasing her lips. I then inserted two fingers and began to explore the inside, touching her walls. I could tell by her moans that she loved it. I couldn't believe the situation I was in. Never in my wildest dreams could I have ever imagined doing this. The thought of Alan suddenly waking up was really turning me on. I was licking pussy like I have never licked pussy before. I was growing in confidence. I removed my fingers and stuck my tongue in their place. I was licking the inside of Sheryl's vulva. It just felt right. I moved back to her clit and started finger fucking her faster. It didn't take much longer for her whole body to tense up. Her breathing got heavier and her moans got louder. "Keep it there...ahhh.... just like that....ahhh.... don't stop... don't FUCKING stoooooopp" she moaned as I gave her an almighty orgasm. Her body was shaking, her head still pressed into Alan's motionless body. I finally moved from between her legs, my face covered in her musky love juice. The bed was wet with her juices. Sheryl's eyes were closed. It was like she was drunk. She opened them. "I have never cum like that in my life," she said. "Glad to have helped." Why did I keep coming out with these cheesy lines? "I want your big, fat cock in my mouth right now," she said in a sultry voice. Who was I to complain. I got off the bed, stood up and removed my clothes. She did the same only she was still on the bed. Once I was naked, I stayed standing, thinking she would come over and get on her knees. But she didn't. "Come and lie down and let me take care of you" she said. "Erm, why don't you come over here?" I said. She crawled over and took me by the hand. She pulled me to the bed and got me to lie down. I was now lying next to Alan, on their bed, completely naked. Sheryl started kissing at my neck and continued down my body. I must admit, this put me at ease. She then went further down until she took my throbbing member in her mouth. She began sucking me off nice and slow, using long strokes with one hand. She was fondling my balls with her other hand, I was in heaven once again. I turned my head to the left and saw the back of Alan's head. Lucky for me he was facing the other way while his wife was sucking my rod. I grabbed her hair and began to guide her further down my cock. I was starting to get really turned on and enjoy the blowjob when Alan suddenly began to stir. He propped himself up on his elbows and turned his head to face Sheryl and I. We both froze. My mouth was open and my heart was beating fast. I looked at Sheryl and she looked at me, my cock still in her mouth but she wasn't moving. Alan looked me in the face, and collapsed on the pillow. He started snoring again. I looked down at Sheryl, still in shock. She looked back at me, still with a mouthful of cock, and started to laugh. I in turn began to laugh also. She finally released me from her mouth. "Phew, that was close," she said. I turned my head to the left and this time Alan's face was right there. His eyes were closed and he was breathing heavy. "I need to move," I said as I tried to get up. "What you need to do is fuck me, that's what you need to do," Sheryl replied quite aggressively. As I moved out of the way, Sheryl positioned herself on all fours, butt sticking up in the air. Her head was by Alan's face. "Come and fuck me with that big, fat, cock," she whispered. She didn't need to ask me twice. I had been waiting for this moment. I moved to the foot of the bed and positioned myself behind her with my cock between her juicy lips. I slowly entered her pussy. With just the head of my hard shaft in her, I started to slowly fuck her, letting her feel my cock. I started to push more and more in until her pussy swallowed my whole length. Sheryl's head was buried in her pillow as she was moaning with pleasure. I looked over at Alan. Something over took me. I grabbed her hips and my thrusts got faster and harder. Her pussy felt so good. Sheryl started screaming louder. I wasn't sure if it was pleasure or pain, or both, but I didn't care. I lifted one leg on to the end of the bed for extra leverage so I was balancing with one foot on the floor with my other knee now planted beside her. I started fucking even harder, grabbing her hair while I thrust in and out. Sheryl was clearly trying her hardest not to scream at the top of her voice. "I can't take it like this anymore, we need to change position," she panted. I withdrew my wet cock from inside her and flipped her over onto her back. I plunged straight back in, deeper this time, her knees bent up. After about three minutes, I lifted both her legs onto my shoulders and began to ravish her. Harder and harder, I put it all the way in, and taking it almost out. I was teasing her like crazy. Sheryl immediately grabbed a pillow and placed it over her face, screaming loudly into it. I started to go deeper and deeper until I felt the sensation that I was about to cum. I banged her pussy as hard as I could for about 10 seconds more then withdrew and jerked off until I erupted all over her stomach, tits and neck. I had my eyes closed as I felt an almighty orgasm shoot through my entire body. As I opened my eyes, I looked at the mess I had made. Sheryl was covered in spunk. We both looked at each other and laughed. I looked at Alan who was still out cold. I did feel bad at that point, but what he doesn't know, won't hurt him, right? It then got to the point where I was wondering what happens now. Do I just leave? Or do I stay and talk? Sheryl answered that for me by saying "Well, looks like I'm going to have to take a shower" while pointing at my still warm cum all over her body. "Yeah, I'd best be going too, I still have some packing to do," I replied. I picked up my clothes and began to put them on. Sheryl wiped herself off with a towel then came over, kissed and hugged me goodbye. "I'm glad we did that, but I do love my husband," she said, almost trying to hide her own guilt. "I know, you and Alan look happy together" I said sympathetically. I hugged her again and made my way to the door. "Thanks for a great holiday," she said with that famous grin of hers. "Thanks to you too, it was great," I said as I left and made my way back to my room. The next day I was all packed and ready to go. I had a quick breakfast with Ozzie and told him all about the previous night. He made a joke that he would try it on with her that night, well, I think it was a joke. I said goodbye to him and a car arrived to take me to the airport. I never got to say goodbye to Alan, maybe it was best that way. A few weeks later, I checked my emails and noticed one from Ozzie. He wrote that Sheryl had approached him and asked him to send me her email address so we could keep in touch. He had forgotten to tell me earlier. Typical Ozzie. I must admit I was a little surprised. Did I really want to do that? I started to think about Sheryl and the amazing experience I had. I looked at Sheryl's email address, copied it and clicked 'new message'....... - A big thank you to Darlingheart who helped with the editing of this story.