17 comments/ 44808 views/ 35 favorites The Trip Ch. 01 By: CE300 Dear Reader, This story is kind of long and has lots of detail. It's also emotional and not much XXX in this section. I look forward to your votes and please feel free to leave me comments. All feedback is welcomed whether it is good or bad. I would also like to greatly thank sfseeker71 for looking over my work and helping me with it! Thanks, CE300 ********************************* It was a hot summer day at the end of June, Justin was in his room getting ready for the summer trip he and a few close friends had been planning for a few months. He was thinking how nice it was going to be to finally getting away from everything that had been going on. Not a lot of people knew what was going on with his family, and he wanted it to stay that way. He was making sure that he didn't forget anything when he heard his parents arguing with each other down the hall. He could barely make out what they were saying, but he knew it was about him and this up and coming trip. He tried to listen a little bit closer, but at that moment his cell phone rang, it was his friend Josh. "Hey Josh what's up?" "Just making sure you're not going to back out on us." "Please, I need to get away from everything right now." "We all do. Are you coming over my house first, then we'll leave from here?" "Yeah, just let me finish getting ready and I'll be there in about a half an hour." "Okay, I'll see you soon." Justin and Josh had been friends ever since Justin's family moved up from Texas. There was a lot that weighed heavily on his mind, but the big secret he had not told any of his friends, was that he was gay. They were all friends but this was something that some people just couldn't handle. His dad was one of those people who could not stand the thought of his sons being gay. It had caused some of the biggest fights in the family and some major tension. Just then Justin's mom came knocking on the door. "It's open." "How is everything going in here? Need any help?" His mom asked as she walked in the room. "Could you hand me those t-shirts over there, please?" Justin asked as he made room in his bag for them. "Justin, do you have enough money for the trip?" His mother asked as she handed him the shirts. "Yeah I have enough." Justin answered. "I want you to take my credit card just in case anything happens." His mom replied. "Mom, I don't need it, everything will be fine. It's just a weekend in the mountains what could happen?" Justin laughed. "Justin, your car is not the newest thing on the road. What if something happens on your way down and you need to fix it?" She replied. "If it will make you feel better then I'll take it, but I'm not going to use it." Justin told her as he put it in his pocket. "Yes it will. Now I don't have to worry about you on your trip." She said as she gave him a big hug. "Could you help me bring my bags down to my car?" Justin asked. Justin wanted to ask his mom what the fight was about as he was putting his bags in the car he, but he decided not to stick his nose in his parents business. Justin put the last bag in the car and shut the trunk. He turned to his mom and gave her a big hug and kiss. She told him to have a safe and fun trip as he was pulling out of the driveway Justin pulled up to Josh's house; he noticed Josh was outside getting some last minutes items from the garage. Justin could not help but notice how nice Josh looked in his tank top and basketball shorts. Justin knew that he could not let anyone know how he felt, especially Josh. He suppressed his feelings as he stepped out of the car and walked up to Josh. "You're not ready yet?" Justin asked. "I was getting the cooler out so I can put the soda in it, if that's okay with your majesty." Josh said sarcastically. "Where is everyone else at?" "Steve, Shane, and Mark decided to drive up together, and Jason is already on his way up there. So it's just you and me." "Oh, okay sounds good to me. Do you know how long it is going to take us to get there?" "I put the destination in my GPS and it said about 5 hours." "That's not bad. Since it is just you and me could you help me take the T-Tops off?" "Sure it'll be a nice ride with them off." **** As they pulled out of the driveway Justin wondered how Josh would react if he told him his little secret. He decided it was not the time or the place to tell him. While they were driving down the county road Josh pointed out the old swimming hole they used to go to all the time when they were younger. Justin remembered those good old summer days when they had not a care in the world, what he would not do to go back to those days. Justin asked Josh if he remembered the time he flew off the rope swing and his shorts came off in the water. The two of them talked about the summer days all the way to the interstate. "This is the one part of the trip I hate the most is the interstate driving." Justin said. "I know what you mean. I prefer the back roads and small highways myself." Josh replied as he grabbed a soda. After a few hours of driving the guys decided to stop at the next rest area to stretch their legs. Justin was looking at the map; he asked Josh how much farther they had to go before they got off the interstate. Josh walked over to the car to see what the GPS said, but as he came back Justin knew there was something wrong. "Josh, what's wrong. I don't like the look on your face." "We have a slight problem. I can't find the car charger for my GPS and it's about to die." "What are we going to do now? Do you have written directions?" "No, but let me call Jason and get them from him." Josh replied as he walked back to the car. "Okay, he said stay on the interstate and take exit 28, at the end of the ramp make a right, then follow that road for fifteen miles then turn left at the railroad crossing. He said follow that road, it will take you into Cedar Lake, and there are signs for the camp site." Josh told Justin. "Okay, are you sure that you looked all over the car for the charger?" Justin said as they walked back to the car. "Yeah I looked all over; swear I remember putting it in my back pack this morning." Josh replied. "It's okay let's get back on the road." Justin knew he could not stay mad at Josh for long. When Josh got into the car he took off his shirt, he wanted to start on his tan he said. Justin could not help but look at Josh as he took off his shirt, but he dared not let Josh catch him staring. Josh was your typical jock standing at 6'2", broad shoulders, 185lbs of pure muscle, nice defined chest, perfect built arms and wash board abs you could wash a load of laundry on. Josh had golden blonde hair that he spiked in the front. Justin was the average boy next door type. He was on the skinny side, no real muscle tone, he was about 6'0" and weighed 165lbs, and he had jet black hair which he spiked. As they got back on the highway Justin noticed that it looked like rain on the horizon, he hoped that it wasn't going to rain because he was enjoying riding with the T-tops off. He figured it was far enough off that it would not affect them. While Justin was driving down the highway he started to feel a little light headed. He thought maybe it was because he needed something to drink, so he tried drinking a bottle of water but it didn't seem to help any. "Are you okay? You're not looking so good." "I'm feeling a little light headed." "Do you want me to drive?" "Yeah, if you don't mind." Justin pulled over to the side of the road and got out of the car to let Josh drive, but before he got back into the car he threw up all over the side of the road. He felt even worse than before. "I think we need to put the T-tops on and ride with the air conditioning on. You might have gotten too much sun." Josh suggested "Do you mind if I lie down and try to sleep for a little?" "I think that would be good for you to do." Before long the purr from the '86 Mustangs 5.0L V-8 and the hum of the tires carried Justin off to sleep. A few hours later Justin woke up to the sound of thunder and rain hitting the windshield. He noticed that the car was not moving and Josh was not in the car. He looked out the windshield he the car was sitting in the parking lot of a little diner. He noted that it was getting dark out and that they should have been to Cedar Lake by now. Justin was getting a little worried, he decided to go inside and find Josh to see what is going on. He entered the diner and saw Josh over in the corner talking to one of the wait staff, and it did not look like Josh was too happy. "Josh is everything okay?" "Well, not really. The directions Jason gave me were wrong. We ended up about 50 miles south from where we should be." "Where are we?" "We are in a little town right outside out North Carolina. Take a look at this map. We are right here on the southern tip of the state and we should be North West of here." "How long is it going to take to get to the camp site?" Justin asked as he looked around the diner. "It's going to take at least two hours and there is no way we are going to make it there tonight. I think the best thing for us to do is find a place to stay for the night and head out tomorrow morning." Josh replied. "Is there a motel or something we can stay at?" "The waitress told me there is a little motel about five minutes down the road. I say we just stay there tonight." Before they left the waitress asked if they wanted anything to eat. Josh told her that they were okay and that they just wanted to get to the motel and get some sleep. It was raining even harder than it was when Justin went into the diner. They decided to make a mad dash for the car but by the time they got to the car they were completely soaked. "Why does it seem to rain harder out when you have no umbrella and you have to run to your car?" Josh mused. "I know what you mean. I'm soaked all the way to the bone. What kind of motel do you think this is going to be?" Justin asked. "Well, I'm sure it's not going to be a five star motel." Josh joked. "I got the creeps in that diner. It felt like they hadn't seen a stranger in years." Justin replied. "I got the same feeling and I couldn't wait to get out of there. Hey, I never knew that you talked in your sleep." Josh told Justin as they pulled out of the parking lot. "I don't talk in my sleep." Justin said. "Yeah you do, and you were saying some really weird things." Josh responded. "What was I saying?" Justin asked. Before Josh could answer they came up on this little rustic motel on the side of the road. As they pulled in they got the feeling that they were the first people to stay there in years. Josh told Justin to stay in the car while he went to check in. While Josh was in the office Justin was thinking to himself about what he had said in his sleep. Could he have said something about the fights between his parents, or about the way his dad treats him or worse, that he had very strong feelings about Josh? Questioning himself while waiting for Josh to return, his cell phone rang, it was his mother. "Hey Justin, how are you doing?" His mom asked. "Hey mom, okay. Sorry I have not called you yet, we kind of ran into a small problem." Justin told her. "Are you boys okay, is everything okay?" She asked intently. "Yes, it is just that we got the wrong directions and we are on the wrong side of the state. We are going to stay in a motel for the night and then go out tomorrow morning. I can call you when we leave in the morning." Justin told his mother. "Yes please do. Besides that, is everything okay?" she asked. "Yeah, I just got sick on the side of the road." Justin replied. "Where you in the sun for too long again?" she asked. "I think so, but I'm feeling better now." He told her. "Okay, well you better call me in the morning and keep me posted." She told him. Josh got back in the car and told Justin that they were in room number six. Josh told Justin that the guy at the front desk said that they are the first people to stay there in a long time. As they were approaching their room Justin saw that they were out in the middle of nowhere. Josh tried to open the door but it gave him a little trouble. He put his bag down and gave it a good shove and it gave way. Josh turned the light on; the room was not as big as he thought it was going to be. There was a door leading to the bathroom on the far wall, a T.V. that was older than him on the right hand wall and one queen sized bed on the left hand wall. When Justin saw the room his jaw hit the floor. "Josh, there is only one bed. What are we going to do?" Justin asked. "Well, I hope you don't have a problem sleeping with a guy in your bed." Josh replied. Justin thought to himself that there was no problem sleeping with another guy in his bed when the other guy is gay, but when the other guy is straight, and your best friend that you have had a huge crush on; yeah, there is a slight problem. But of course he lied to Josh. "Of course not. You think they could have up dated this room a little." Justin replied. "It looks like we stepped back into the 70's. I better call my mom and let her know what is going on." Josh said as he walked back outside. "I'm going to take a quick shower and try to get warm." Justin said as he walked toward the bathroom. While Justin was in the shower he kept thinking to himself how he was going to make it through this night. He had dreams about having Josh sleeping next to him, and when he woke up from that dream he was always turned on. As Justin was toweling himself off he noticed that he forgot to bring in a change of clothes, he had no choice but to go out there in the towel and get some clothes. When he went out into the room he saw Josh lying on the bed in just his underwear and damn did he look good, from the way Josh was laying Justin could see the head of his cock. When Justin saw it he could feel his own cock start to jump and stiffen. Justin quickly looked away. "Damn Josh, why don't you put some clothes on? No one wants to see that little thing!" Justin joked. "Little? I'll show you little!" Josh said as he stood up. Josh stood up, pulled his shorts right off and stood there completely naked. Justin's heart jumped out of his chest. Now he could see every inch of his best friends cock. Even soft, Josh was as about six inches. Justin thought to himself how big could it get. Again he felt his own cock start to jump and start to harden. "Now tell me does this look little to you." Josh said. "Um... no, not at all. Okay you can put your shorts back on." Justin said as he turned back toward the bathroom. "Why? It's not like you haven't seen a guy naked before." Josh replied as he pulled his shorts back up. "But you're my best friend; it is like seeing your brother naked." Justin replied as he shut the door. It was not the fact that they were best friends, it was the fact that Justin had been waiting forever to see Josh naked. Justin could feel himself starting to lose control and he knew that could be a disaster if it happened. He decided to jerk himself off to relieve the pressure. Justin sat on the lid of the toilet and he started to rub his cock through the towel. He started to think of Josh's cock just sitting there in front of him, just waiting for his warm, wet mouth. Justin started to stroke faster, he thought of what it would feel like with Josh's cock pushing up inside of him. Justin started to play around with his ass as he started to leak precum. He took the precum and used it for lube on his fingers. He slid his fingers into himself thinking of taking every last inch of Josh's massive cock. Before Justin knew it he was shooting stream after stream of cum all over the floor. After catching his breath he cleaned up the mess, dressed and went back to the bedroom. "Hey, do you want to watch any TV before we go to bed?" Josh asked. "Sure, if you can find anything on." Justin replied. "Sorry about before, I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable." Josh said as he turned the TV on. "You didn't. Like you said, I have seen a guy naked before." Justin replied. "Oh, while you were in the bathroom I got a hold of Jason and thanked him for getting us lost. I also told him that we should be there sometime tomorrow morning. By the way, how are you feeling?" Josh asked. "I'm feeling a little better. I think I just had a little too much sun." Justin replied. Josh tried to find something on TV for them to watch but could not, so they decided to turn in and get some sleep. Justin didn't fall asleep right away; his mind kept racing, going back and forth with thought. He kept questioning whether he should he tell Josh about what was going on with his family or should he keep that a secret. What if it got back to his dad? He knew that if his dad ever found out he would most likely kill him. Justin laid there for about an hour before he finally fell asleep; it was not long before he started having nightmares. He began dreaming about the night before he left and how he and his dad had a huge fight. His dad told him that no one better find out that he is gay or he would have hell to pay. As the dream progressed it got worse and worse till it got to the point where Justin woke up sweating. Justin sat on the edge of the bed, he felt like crying but didn't want to wake up Josh, and so he put some clothes on and went outside. He walked over to the car, went into the glove box, got out a pack of cigarettes and lit one up. He sat down on a bench, which was outside of the room, and started to cry. He couldn't take the abuse from his dad anymore, he felt like it was going to drive him insane if he tried to hide it anymore or have to deal with another day. While Justin was sitting on the bench the door to their room opened up and Josh walked outside. "Justin what's going on?" Josh asked as he sat next to Justin. "Nothing I just can't sleep." Justin answered him. "I can see that. But why can't you sleep?" Josh asked. "I just had a bad dream." Justin replied as he took a drag from the cigarette. "Yeah I know. I heard you talking in your sleep." Josh replied. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you up. What did I say in my sleep?" "Well, you were telling someone to please stop, but you didn't say who it was. Justin is there something I should know about?" Josh asked. "I just get nightmares once and awhile." Justin offered. "Justin, I'm not stupid. I have known you for over five years now and I know when you're lying to me, you're not a good liar." Josh remarked. "I know you're not stupid. I guess there is no use trying to lie to you. I just don't know where to start." Justin said as he took another drag off the cigarette. "It seems to me the best place to start is at the beginning." Josh replied. "It is just I'm scared to death to tell anyone. What if my dad finds out I told? "Justin remarked. "Justin, we are in south Virginia hundreds of mile away from home I doubt he could ever find out. Justin please tell me because if I can help you know I will." Josh said. "Okay, I'll tell you but you have to promise that you will not tell anyone." Justin begged. "I can't promise anything that might keep you in harm's way. Just tell me." Josh demanded. "Do you want to know everything?" Justin asked. "I don't think I like where this is going but yes, tell me everything if you want." Josh replied. "Okay. My dad and I do not get along to well and sometime he has a tendency to go to the extreme." "Why would he just take it out on you? You have done nothing to deserve that. I mean my dad and I have had our differences but he has never hit me." The Trip Ch. 01 "It is more than just a hit. Remember a few months ago when I came to school with a black eye and my arm in a sling, well that was not the worst he has done." "I still don't understand why he'd do something like that." "I can tell you the reason, it is because I'm gay and he hates the fact that he has a gay son." "Justin, I knew you were gay a long time ago. My parents thought you were to, but didn't say anything to you or your parents." "So it doesn't bother you that one of your friends is gay?" "Justin, you are my best friend and all I know is that I love you for who you are not what you are." "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, I didn't really know how you would react and I didn't want my dad to find out I told someone." "Does anyone else in your family know about what your dad has done?" "Only Scott and that is because he was home one day when dad was going at it. He didn't see it happen but he heard it." "How long has this been going on for?" "Since I was about sixteen, when I told them I was gay. I know my mom doesn't really care that I'm gay but she won't really say anything about it to my dad. I don't think she knows about the abuse." "Justin your mom has to know, she's not stupid. What does she think about the cuts and bruises all over your body?" "I just tell her it happened at school or I tripped down the stairs." "So you're telling me that all those times you came to school like that it was because of your dad!" "Josh, please don't get mad." "It is a little too late for that!" Josh exclaimed as he stood up. "I knew I shouldn't have told you. Now you are going to say something." Justin replied as he pulled Josh back down. "You have to promise you will not tell anyone, I don't want it getting back to my dad." Justin begged. "You think after what you just told me I'm going to just sit on the side lines and watch you get hurt or even worse." Josh replied. "I just don't want anyone to find out right now, especially the guys." Justin remarked as he lit another smoke. "I will not tell them, but you need to do something about that. One day Justin your dad is going to take it just a little too far and you're going to end up dead, and frankly I'm in no mood to go to any funeral right now." Josh said. "I'm sorry to have dumped this on you; it is really not your problem." Justin said as he looked at the stars. "Justin, you're my best friend I wish you had told me about it sooner, if I was a true friend I would have went with my feelings." Josh said as he put his arm around Justin. "You are a great friend and I'm so lucky to have you as my friend." Justin replied. "That being said I still feel like I should've done something, I knew there was something wrong but sat there and decided not to do anything." "There is something else I think you should know about. I won't be joining you at Rowan University in the fall." "Why not? You've been looking forward to it all school year!" "I'm sick. I have a form of fast moving cancer that they have to take care of right away. That's why I wanted to take this trip so bad because it could be...." "Don't say it! Don't you fucking say this could be the last trip!" "Josh but it could be. They caught the cancer early, but I still have to get the surgery then it is intense rounds of chemo." Josh just looked at Justin with tears welling up in his eyes; he broke down and cried. That was the first time Justin had ever seen his best friend cry. Josh grabbed Justin and held him tight, so tight that Justin thought he was going to suffocate. Then Josh let Justin go, looked intensely into his deep blue eyes, and leaned in and kissed Justin. It was not the kiss of a friend but of someone who loved Justin with all of his heart. After they broke apart Justin knew he didn't need to tell Josh that he was in love with him, he knew Josh already knew. They sat on the bench for a few minutes and calmed down, and then they decided to go back into the room to try getting some sleep. As Justin lay in the bed he worried he had just made the biggest mistake of his life. He could feel the tears starting to well up in his eyes again. Just then he felt Josh wrap his big strong arms around him and pull him tight against his body. Josh leaned over and whispered into Justin's ear, "I love you Justin, with all my heart and soul. I promise you from this point on no one will ever hurt you again." To Be Continued... The Trip Lauren dropped her bag beside the barstool and ordered a G and T. She'd earned it. The trip to the Seychelles had been a success with a number of top hotel boutiques ordering the label's latest collection. She'd been surprised she was asked to come -- normally the company's commercial director, Nicholas St. Croix, traveled alone -- and, being in her mid-20s, she thought there were likely more qualified people than her available. Nicholas himself was exactly what one pictured when thinking of a successful, senior salesperson. He was tall, 6'4, and with a deep but softly spoken voice. In his early 50s, he was in excellent physical shape and possessed of the calmly authoritative manner of an ex-army officer. Lauren could imagine him sending men into battle in a general's uniform as easily as she could picture him in an impeccably tailored suit convincing a client in a restaurant. She sipped her drink and checked her Blackberry, seeing that Nicholas had been delayed from joining her by the need to complete paperwork on their latest sale. With their flight not departing until the following day, they'd planned to celebrate with dinner and a bottle of wine. No matter. She replied asking him to come find her by the pool when ready. Not realizing there would be an opportunity to avail of the hotel's beautiful outdoor swimming facilities, Lauren had failed to pack a bathing suit. The resort's target market was young, honeymooning couples, and consequently the selection available was more daring than she was accustomed to. She opted for a black two-piece and checked how it looked in the changing-room. The top covered her breasts only from the areola of her dark nipples down, while the bottom was low-slung around her hips and high-cut to reveal a portion of her firm behind. This really was more revealing than she would like! She considered changing her plans but then decided that nobody knew her here, and they must see a lot of lithe young brides around the pool area anyway. Lauren wore her purchase to the pool area and was happy to find she would be alone. She climbed into the pool and started to languidly enjoy a few lengths on her back. The warm water on her body, coupled with the sun high overhead, soon had her in a state of stress-free relaxation. She heard a voice on the deck next to the pool but it took a moment to register it was trying to get her attention. She looked up to see a lifeguard signaling her. He was young, no more than 18 or 19 at most but that was the norm for hotel support staff at these resorts. He spoke with a soft Caribbean accent, and his caramel skin suggested some European blood somewhere in his ancestry. She guessed he was a little under six feet tall and although not by any means a big man, each of his muscles was perfectly defined across his arms, chest, abdomen and legs. She knew this because he was dressed in just a pair of loose fitting, red shorts, sandals and wrap-around sunglasses. Between his body and attire, he looked like a dancer from a music video. "Excuse me ma'am. I'm sorry to interrupt your swim but I'm afraid I have to ensure that all guests in the pool area are wearing sun-screen." Lauren was puzzled by this. With her olive complexion she rarely needed to apply sun-block, even in sunnier climes like this. "Well I'm afraid I don't have any sun-screen. And besides, I really don't think it's necessary." He bent down to speak more easily with her, placing his hands upon his thighs as he did so. Lauren noticed how the muscles on his chest and abdomen became even more taut. "I really am sorry, ma'am, but I have to enforce the hotel rules. I have sun-screen you can use, and the pool's sauna isn't in use at the moment. You can apply it there if you just follow me." He smiled a cute, dimpled smile that emphasized his youth despite his grown-up body. Lauren softened, realizing that he probably had no control over the rules and would get in trouble if she was seen to argue with him. She climbed from the pool and followed him. As the sun hit her dripping body she realized that her swimsuit was clinging to her body even more tightly now. The cute lifeguard was getting quite a show! The sauna was little more than a wooden cabin and looked like it hadn't been in use for some time. There was a small window on the door that allowed some sun in, creating a soft orange glow as it reflected from the varnished wood. The lifeguard was holding the sun-screen is his left hand and Lauren motioned for him to pass it to her. "Please ma'am, allow me to help you." She thought for a moment before smiling and nodding her agreement. She really didn't need sun-block and so being seen to apply some was just a formality. But the boy was sweet, and by anyone's standards very attractive. Lauren imagined there were probably quite a few girls his own age who would kill to be in this position. "If you turn around please ma'am, I'll start with your back." She did as he asked, thinking this could be a guilty little vacation thrill. The lifeguard applied some cream to his hands and then began to slowly rub her back. The coldness of the liquid made her jump slightly, but his strong hands applied pressure and rubbed it in deeply, rapidly warming her skin. She was surprised at how hands so powerful could have such soft palms. He massaged her shoulders before taking each arm in turn, his big hands easily able to envelope them as he slowly worked one of her arms from shoulder to wrist, and then the other. The sensation was blissful. Next he rubbed the back of her neck in circles, lingering there, before bringing his other hand around to massage her throat. The lifeguard thought he heard a soft 'mmm' escape her lips but couldn't be sure. He wouldn't dare to believe that the beautiful foreign woman was enjoying this as much as he was. He wanted it to be true, and resolved to take as much from the experience of touching all of her perfect body as he possibly could, even if it was just to something to remember as he released the pressures of the working day in the shower later. Lauren had her eyes closed now. She felt the lifeguard bend down to move his palms over her calves, starting at the ankles and motioning rhythmically as high as her knees on each leg in turn. Starting now at her thigh, one hand went around her body and the other between her legs. He slowly touched every area of her toned upper thigh and, as he approached the high bikini line, the side of his hand brushed momentarily against her sex. This time the 'oh!' that passed her mouth was unmistakable. The atmosphere in the small room changed, became more charged. He worked her other thigh faster, and when he reached her bikini line, he deliberately allowed the hand between her legs to push against her V as he moved it back and forth, eliciting slow deep breaths from Lauren as he did so. The Lifeguard stood and brought himself against her back. He reached his muscled arms around her to begin on her chest, noticing her erect nipples pushing against the fabric. He started with near her collarbone and moved downwards, finally feeling the soft firmness of the exposed portion of her breasts under his hands. Lauren was as turned-on as she could remember. She knew her pussy would be wet now, and her arousal only increased when she felt the boy's engorged cock press urgently into her back. His breath was on her neck as he moved his hands down to her stomach, making sure he brushed both her sensitive nipples through her swimsuit. Could he really make her orgasm just from his touch? His hands came around to her lower back. He placed his palms against her with his fingers pointing downwards, then moved them sensually down under her bikini bottoms. He massaged her pert ass, allowing his lips to simultaneously brush off the side of her cheek. Keeping his deliberate, thoughtful pace, his right hand circled the waistband of her swimsuit before reaching the front. Two of his long fingers reached down, tracing the outline of her venus mound. His middle finger then ran the length of her slit, picking up the wetness of her sex as it moved from bottom to top. Finally, he began drawing circles around her clit. Lauren moaned deeply, finally feeling the sensation she'd been longing for since the lifeguard had started, and felt her knees go weak. To support herself, she curled her arm around his neck, feeling his strong muscles take her weight easily. He continued circling her aroused clit before adjusting to a more vertical, faster motion. His other hand moved down her ass to her pussy, and just barely touched her opening with one finger from behind. He was driving her wild now as he increased the intensity, rubbing her clit harder and top few centimeters of his finger probing her moist vagina. She heard him whisper to her in his lilting Caribbean voice. "You're so beautiful. I want to see you cum for me. Let me see you cum." The words and sensations were too much, and she grabbed his shoulders with both arms she screamed an explosive orgasm. As she regained her breath, he planted a single, soft kiss on the nape of her neck. He whispered again. "I'm sorry. I want to stay but I have to go. They'll notice I'm not watching the pool." Lauren sat to watch his magnificent form as he left. How could someone so young bring her to orgasm so easily, no matter how gorgeous he is? As soon as he left, the door opened again and Nicholas walked in, wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist, his broad, tanned chest naked. Shit! Had he heard her? Oh God, had he seen her through the window? "Lauren! I wasn't expecting you to come here. The receptionist said nobody used the sauna in summer and they would have to turn it on especially for me." She knew her face was still flush from her climax moments before. Was her hair a mess? Was she sweating? She decided to brazen it out. "Oh...hello Mr. St. Croix. The lifeguard was just helping me apply some sunscreen. Hotel policy apparently." He smiled politely. "Very good. I've reserved us a table in the restaurant in half an hour. Shall I meet you there?" Thirty minutes. She could compose herself in thirty minutes. "Yes. See you there." Their dinner was a thoroughly professional affair. Talk of contracts and future prospects interspersed with small-talk and a shared bottle of wine. The restaurant was upmarket with a dress-code to match. Nicholas was once again in a suit that Lauren was sure nobody else could possibly wear as well, while she wore an elegant cocktail dress and heels. They ate lightly and were finished inside of an hour. Ever the gentleman, Nicholas picked up the bill and called the elevator for her in the lobby. Once she was inside, he entered and pressed 42 for their floor. "An excellent trip, Lauren." She smiled and nodded her agreement. "You certainly seemed to enjoy yourself with that boy by the pool." Her heart missed a beat and she felt a dryness in her mouth. "Oh don't be concerned. I admire a woman who embraces her sexuality. In fact, if I'd known quite how slutty you could be, I would have done this much sooner." He moved towards her now, pressing her against the glass exterior of the lift as it rose above the resort. He couldn't be thinking of doing this here? In the lift? What if someone got on before their floor? He unzipped his suit pants and pulled out his already hard cock. Lauren's eyes widened. She'd never seen one so large. It was long, thick and on such a tall man made him look immensely powerful. If he was really going to take her, she wondered if she could accommodate him in her slight frame. He spoke again, and she had to raise her neck to see his face above her. "Watching that boy pleasure you was the most erotic thing I've ever seen. I knew then I had to have you." He reached up her dress, and in one powerful motion tore her panties from her, discarding them to floor behind him. The dress was up around her waist now and he pulled her into his chest before lifting one of her legs up against him, exposing her tight quim. A thick finger probed her. "Mmm...excellent. You're still wet from the finger fucking the boy gave you." With that he thrust his enormous member into her, lifting her easily off the ground with his strength. Lauren felt like a rag-doll in his powerful arms, and before she could take stock of the situation she felt herself filled and stretched as his size touched places no man had ever reached before. The elevator opened at their floor but St. Croix wasn't to be deterred. He continued driving into her, and Lauren could feel her second climax of the day building. She'd never been fucked roughly before, and to be taken by such a man so powerful, so strong, so large, and so brazenly was unbelievably arousing. The size of his cock meant he was stimulating her clit as he pumped her, holding her by the ass with his strong hands. "God, yes! It's even better than I imagined, Lauren. I can't believe you've been under my nose for so long. I should have taken your tight pussy for my own long ago." She started bucking her hips involuntarily to meet his thrusts, screaming now as her orgasm came closer and closer. His voice became a baritone shout. "Fuck, yes!" His cock filled her so completely that she felt every eruption from him hit deep inside her. He didn't stop, but maintained his thrusts, the apex of each delivering another spurt .It what seemed to go on for minutes. The raw sexuality of it was enough to send Lauren over the edge, and she grabbed him by the face as her own orgasm exploded. He kissed her passionately on the mouth, lowering her shaky feet and roughly palming her breast. The composed themselves in a warm silence, exchanging a knowing smile as they went to their separate rooms. Both looked forward to the next sales trip with relish. The Trip My wife Brandi is a sexy, hot forty year old woman with 36D gummy bear implants that look fantastic. Her pink silver dollar sized nipples protrude about a half inch when she excited. She's tall with tan muscular legs and a perfectly placed and sized tramp stamp on her firm tight ass. She has long brown hair and pouty lips that are perfect for cock sucking which she loves to do. She resembles the porn star Lisa Ann. She dresses sexily and really turns heads. I love to watch her tease and flirt with other guys. It's also a huge turn on to watch her fuck other guys before I join in. The feeling of her mouth around my cock while she's being pounded by some other guy is amazing. The pounding resonates threw her to me and intensifies the sensation. The swinging has made our sex life that much better over the years but we usually save the swinging for special occasions or when we're out of town. We recently went on a trip to a resort in the Caribbean. It was one of those all-exclusive nothing-taboo type clubs. We hadn't swung in about six months so we were really looking forward to the trip. The first day there we went down to the clothes optional beach. Brandi wore a very skimpy black bikini. The top barely covered her nipples and the bottom was a thong that showed off all her tight ass and barely covered her clean shaved pussy. All the guys in the place checked her out as we walked to the beach. When we got there most of the people there were nude laying out or frolicking in the sun. There were some attractive women that peaked my interest and several guys but nothing that interested Brandi. Mostly old gray haired men with little dicks. Joining in in the fun I stripped down. Seeing the effect Brandi had on the men had made my nine inches stand at full attention. She smiled as she squeezed my dick. "Someone's horny" she quipped. Brandi positioned her towel and chair as several guys tried their best to indiscreetly check her out. She undid her top letting her magnificent tits bounce out for all to see. Then she sat down and started to read her book. I watched the parade of guys walking by her trying to get a better look at her sweet mounds. After a while she moved to her towel and laid face down to tan her back. I told her I was going to check out the scene and walk around. I knew I was keeping the guys away so I figured I'd give her some space to work her magic. It didn't take long. Several guys approached her and talked for a bit but she really didn't pay them to much attention. She would lift up with her arms to tease the guys with a nice view of her tits. Soon it looked like she was a sleep so I headed back her way. As I got near her a muscular black man with dreadlocks and a huge cock swinging between his legs approached her from the other direction. I stopped about fifty feet away and positioned myself where I could see but be unobtrusive. He sat down beside her and started to make small talk. He had a Jamaican accent. Brandi paid him little attention with her head facing away from him. She would reply to him but she wasn't overtly talking to him. He told her she was starting to burn and offered to rub sun screen on her back. She didn't object so he grabbed her tube of lotion and began to rub it on her. He started on her legs then slowly worked his way up her body. He massaged her ass as he slid a finger in her ass crack barely getting a rise from Brandi. He worked his way up her back and did a nice job of rubbing her side boobage. Brandi was starting to get into the attention and even moaned it felt good when he massaged her back. But she still hadn't turned around to see his monster cock that was starting to come to life. He slowly and seductively worked his way back to her butt and it wasn't long before his hand drifted between her legs. Brandi spread her legs a bit to give him easier access. Soon his hand disappeared between her legs and it was obvious he was fingering her sweet pussy. He slowly but confidently worked his finger in and out of Brandi's longing pussy. Brandi started to squirm as he massaged her inner workings with his finger. She moaned softly as she began to wiggle her ass around softly thrusting into his hand. "You're a horny little white bitch aren't you" I heard him say as he leaned against her letting his huge dick rub against her side. This is the first time she even was aware of his member and just the feel of it must have shocked her. She quickly turned to get a look at it. She let out a low gasp of disbelief then slowly reached out to touch it. The finger fucking and gripping his cock sent her to a mild orgasm. He pushed his finger deeply into her spasming pussy. She squeezed his dick and clenching his hand between her legs she ground into his finger as she convulsed. After her orgasm subsided she breathed heavily gasping to catch her breath. Her Jamaican smiled broadly at his accomplishment then sat back as Brandi stroked his now fully erect eleven inch cock. He rubbed the pre-cum from his cock then stuck his finger in her mouth and she eagerly cleaned it up. Brandi's hand looked small as she stroked his monster. She positioned her face directly in front of his cock and was getting ready to take him into her mouth when he stopped her by pushing her onto her back. Hovering over her he gripped her throat as he held her down. Brandi's tits heaved with anticipation as her stud just smiled at her as he held her down. He leaned down and taking a nipple in his mouth sucked roughly on it. He pulled away keeping her nipple in his mouth stretching it a couple of inches before letting loose making it snap back into place. He gave her tit a slap making it bounce. "Nice tits." He laughed. He stopped laughing as he gripped her thong and pulled on it ripping it from her body then tossing it away. He roughly pushed her legs apart as he got between them positioning his cock at the entrance of her wet pussy. Slowly he inserted his monster into Brandi's waiting cunt. She spread her legs as wide as she could to give him easier access. She gripped his ass and let out low moans of pain and pleasure as he went deeper and deeper into her. When he hit bottom she had another orgasm. She bucked and squirmed under his weight as her body convulsed. With his dick buried deep inside her he laid there resting for a bit not moving. Coming down from her explosion soon Brandi began wiggling her ass around trying to fuck him the best she could. "Damn, you are one horny bitch." He said again. "Please fuck me" she begged as she dug her nails into his ass looking him directly in the eye. "Fuck me, please, I need to feel that beautiful cock of yours pounding into me, oh God I need to be fucked. Oh, please fuck me now." He laughed before he started slowly fucking her. Slow steady strokes then faster. Occasionally he'd pull his cock out of her pussy teasing her outer lips with it then slam it home. She'd let out a yelp each time he did that. He had to stick his hand over Brandi's mouth to muffle her moans. Soon he was thrusting into her hard and fast and it wasn't long before he pulled out and shot his load all over her tits and stomach. He had a powerful load with some even hitting her face. Brandi just laid there panting trying to catch her breath. Her nipples jetting into the air as her large heavy tits heaved with each breath she took. Her Jamaican reached down with his finger and rubbed the cum off her face and feed it to her. She eagerly lapped it up. There were a bunch of people on the beach watching the show and they applauded the both of them. Oblivious to the spectators Brandi started to really suck his finger but he pulled it away laughing as he got up. He said something about how white women can't ever get enough of his big black cock as he walked away. As he walked past me he smiled and said "Enjoy the show? She's all yours, for now, but I'm gonna fuck that pussy again." As I approached Brandi was still panting as she rubbed the cum into her skin like it was tanning lotion. "Oh my God!" she exclaimed, "Where'd you find that guy?" Did you see that? He fucked the shit out of me." I pointed at my throbbing hard cock, "What did you think. Hell yes I saw that." So did most the people on the beach." I proclaimed pointing at the many gawkers still lingering. Then I explained I had nothing to do with it that he was just passing by and decided to check her out. She lamented that she would have loved to fuck him again only somewhere a bit more private where she could be a bit more wild. Then it hit her "Damn, I didn't get his name or anything, plus I didn't get to suck that sweet giant cock of his." she moaned. "Will this one do?" I said as I knelt in front of her offering her my throbbing manhood. With a wicked smile she said "It'll have to" as she took my cock in her mouth and assaulted it. She vigorously sucked my cock bobbing up and down on it as she squeezed my balls. It wasn't long before I was blowing my load deep down her throat. She pulled my ass in close to her so I wouldn't pull out and she swallowed every drop. When she was done she released her grip on my cock then looking over at several guys still watching her she smiled broadly as she waved to them, "Enjoy the show?" "Hell yes" was their reply. We kissed then headed back to our room. As I ate her freshly fucked pussy the image of the Jamaican's large cock slamming into her filled my thoughts. Brandi giving erotic play by play of what she'll do to him if she see's him again drove me wild. I slid my cock into her well fucked pussy and we fucked like crazy before cleaning up and heading out for dinner. Brandi wore a backless slinky red halter mini dress with nothing underneath. Her firm breasts strained the fabric as they held it up but barely contained them. It was low cut and revealed a lot of cleavage not to mention side boobage. When she got excited her nips would poke through the thin fabric. It barely covered her sweet ass showing off her long legs. She wore five inch open toe stiletto's with her pretty little red toenails sticking out the opening. Her pouty full cocksucker lips had matching red lipstick as did her finger nails. She made quite a splash as we entered the bar area of the restaurant to wait for our table. Several wives nudged their husbands to check her out. One husband even raised his glass of wine to me as a toast I'm assuming. I felt like we were on display for everyone to check out and to mark on their list of people to try and swap with while there. We sat at the bar and looked around at the couples making a list of our own before the bartender approached us. To our shock and Brandi's delight it was her Jamaican stud from the afternoon. He greeted us with a big smile and introduced himself as Marley. Cliché I know. He brought us a couple shots of Tequila on the house then in his Jamaican accent complimented Brandi on what a sweet fuck she was. "You're a very lucky man" he said to me. "This is more woman than one man can handle, no? He questioned. "She like the big black dick this one." I'm not sure if it was a question or a comment. Brandi wanted wine so she asked Marley what he had. "Let me show you" he said, "We have a very extensive wine cellar." With that he motioned for Brandi to follow him which she eagerly did. They disappeared behind a door and down some steps. They were gone for about ten minutes before they came back with a bottle of wine. Brandi was a bit disheveled and her lipstick was smeared. Marley was all smiles as he poured her a glass of wine from the bottle. "A veeeeeery lucky man." He said to me as he left to attend to other customers. "What happened down there?" I eagerly asked. With that Brandi laid a deep lip lock on me kissing me passionately as she stuck her tongue down my throat. The distinct taste of cock and cum was in her mouth. I slid the shot of Tequila I had ordered to her. "You'll want to down that" I joked. "You've been a naughty girl, tell me, come on what happened?" "Oh no, I've been a verrrrrrry good girl" she laughed as she downed the shot and proceeded to tell her story. When they got to the wine area Marley told her he loved her big tits and wanted to see them again. Excited and not knowing what was going to happen next her tits heaved in anticipation. Marly reached up and quickly pulled the top of her dress down making her tits bounce free. She stood there with her tits heaving and nipples protruding with anticipation. Entranced by them he watched for a minute before reaching out and pinching her nipples. He slapped one tit and chuckled "They bounce like a ball." He slapped the other one and again chuckled. "Damn nice titties." Brandi was flush with excitement waiting to see what was going to happen next. Marly played with her tits for a while longer like a kid with a new toy only increasing her excitement. He tweaked, pulled and pinched her nipples before he started unbuttoning his pants and letting them fall to the floor. He stood there with his big cock at full attention. "You can finish what you started to do this afternoon" he said as he rubbed the pre-cum from his cock again before he ran them across Brandis lips. "Lips like that shouldn't go to waste" he said as he pushed her head down to his cock. He held his cock with one hand and the back of her head with the other as he washed it over her red pouty lips. He slapped her face with his huge cock several times and laughed at Brandi as she opened her mouth trying to get it into her mouth. "You look like baby bird trying to get a worm" he laughed. He slapped her one more time with it before ordering her to suck it. Brandi readily obeyed. She took the large plum like head into her mouth first and swished it around as she cupped his balls with one hand. She gripped his cock with the other hand as she tried to take as much of him as she could into her mouth. She started bobbing up and down on his cock and jacking him off with her hand. He told her no hands as he pushed her hand off his cock. He then grabbed the back of her head and pushed her further down onto his cock. He laughed when she gagged but didn't release his grip. Soon she was deep throating him and he complimented her on her cock sucking skills. "No white woman has taken all of Marley before" he said. He grabbed her head with both hands and vigorously face fucked her until he exploded deep down her throat. She gagged and gasped for air but he held her head tight making her swallow every last bit of his cum. When he was done cumming he released her then pulled her to her feet as she tried to catch her breath. Some cum had trickled down her chin and he wiped it off with his finger then fed it to her. Pinching her tits one more time, "We're gonna have fun this week" he said to her as he grabbed the bottle of wine and made their way back upstairs. As she told the story Brandi reached down into my lap to feel my throbbing hard dick. "I knew you'd like that story" she coyly said. We finally got our table and had an enjoyable dinner. Afterwards we hung at the bar drinking and dancing talking to some of the other guests but we didn't see anyone that peeked our interest. We decided to get into the hot tub so we headed back to the room to change into our swim suits. We were chilling in the hot tub talking about the prospects we'd seen and if or when she'd fuck Marley again when we ran out of drinks. With no waitress around I went to get us another round. It took me awhile because two sexy black women approached me at the bar and were hitting on me. They were in their thirties wearing skimpy bikini's that left little to the imagination. They had big breasts and killer legs with nice round asses. When I broke away from them and returned to the hot tub I could see two black men sitting on each side of my wife. She winked at me and I took a seat close by where I could see but not be to conspicuous. After awhile it became obvious she was rubbing their cocks as they talked. Soon both men were wiggling out of their trunks and throwing them onto the deck. Brandi bit her lip as she gave me a knowing glance. I gave her the thumbs up. One man reached around Brandi's back and undid her top letting her beautiful tits fall out. The other guy slid between her legs and pulled off the bottoms. They threw her suit onto the deck with theirs and sat back next to her. One guy was rubbing and sucking her one tit while the other was rubbing her box and sucking the other tit. It didn't take long for her to climax with a low moan. When she regained her composure I heard her half beg half order, "Somebody fuck me now." One guy pulled her onto his lap and she rose up to lower herself onto his cock. She reached between her legs and guiding his cock into her waiting pussy she let out low moans as she slowly impaled herself on what I could only imagine to be a huge cock. When she hit bottom she had another orgasm. She rested for a moment while the guy played her tits. Then she started bouncing up and down on his shaft. Her tits were visible above the water and really bouncing up and down. I love the way that looks. The other guy feeling neglected stood up and positioned himself in front of her. His cock had to be at least ten inches long and thick. He slapped her face with it a couple of times before she noticed it was there. She opened her mouth like a hungry baby bird and he feed it to her. She took more and more of his cock into her mouth until she almost swallowed the hole thing. As she sucked away she held on to it like it was handicapped rail. As she worked on the cock in her mouth she continued to grind on the other guys cock as he massaged both her tits. Soon the guy fucking her let out and big moan as he squeezed both tits roughly using them for leverage as he pulled her down onto his cock as he came deep inside her. The guy in her mouth pulled her up by her hair and held her in front of him as he examined her. Releasing her hair he played with her tits by slapping at them making them bounce. He grabbed her by her shoulders and pulled her in and kissed her roughly before he spun her around and pushed her face down against the edge of the hot tub. He grabbed her ass and pulled it into the air. "Keep your ass in the air sweetie" he barked as he gave her wet ass a good smack. It sounded like it really stung and Brandie let out a yelp. He squeezed and smacked her ass several more times making it red before he grabbed his cock and positioning it he slammed it into her waiting cunt. It's a good thing she'd been fucked several times already because he buried his dick all the way into her with one thrust. Brandi let out a small scream before the guy grabbed her hips and started pumping like a mad man. Her tits were flailing wildly as he pounded into her. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head into the air as he fucked away. This caused her tits to jet out even farther. Holding her hair like a mane on a horse he pounded into her. He slowed down after she had several orgasms and then reached around to roughly pull on her nipples and tug on her tits. The other guy positioned himself on the edge of the hot tub in front of Brandi. He was slowly stroking his limp cock until the other guy pushed her face down to him. He pushed Brandi's face onto his buddy's cock. "Suck it bitch" he ordered. "He's gonna cum all over that white bitches back" I heard someone say. I turned around to see the hot black chicks. "You might as well come with us cause they're gonna fuck the shit out of that white pussy all night long" one of the girls said. She reached down and grabbed my hard cock. "Mmm this white boy's packing" she told her friend. As we walked away I looked to see the guy pull out and shoot his load all over Brandi's back. Then he whipped her around and pushed her down to his cock. She started sucking him as the other guy positioned himself behind her pulling her ass in the air and giving it a good smack. He grabbed her ass with both hands while inserting his cock then he started fucking her again. The Trip I turned to watch Brandi suck one guy off as the other fucked her before the girls grabbed me a dragged me into our room. The two ladies undressed me and started sucking on my cock. One sucked on my balls as the other deep throated me. After being so turned on watching Peggy screw the two guys I almost came right away. I held out though and had the girls get out of their bikini's. I positioned them on the bed so I could fuck one while eating the other ones box. They really loved being eaten cause they said their old men wouldn't do it. So they alternated between getting fucked and getting eaten. They had massive orgasms when I ate them and would really squeeze my head between their legs as they came. They came several times before I had them go back to both sucking me. When the girl with my balls in her mouth sucked really hard I exploded like never before. The other one swallowed ever bit of my spunk. Just as I finished cumming a naked Brandi holding her swim suit walked in. She looked wore out, her ass was beat red and she had several bite marks on her tits and neck. She was stunned to see the two beautiful black chicks in our room. Both girls ran to her and pulled her onto the bed. "We love the taste of a white chick's pussy after our old men have fucked the shit out of them" one of them said. One of them started kissing her and the other eating her out. "Ever taste a hot black pussy after your mans fucked it?" one girl asked as she sat on Brandi's face. They all had several orgasms and I was pounding my own meat when one of the black chicks told me to stick it in your bitches pussy to see if it still fits. It slid in nice and easy and I could feel the jism squishing around my cock. Brandi said the first guy must have shot a gallon of cum in her. "That'd be my old man" one of the girls said. The other chick started playing with my ass. She lubricated her finger with juices from Brandis pussy and soon she had her finger deep inside me. She said watch this to her friend then started wiggling it around. She knew what she was doing and soon I exploded like never before. I was exhausted and rolled over. The three girls were just getting started. They played with each other till I fell asleep. When I woke up all three of them were gone. About two hours later Brandi walked in naked with cum oozing down her leg. She said they were still horny for dick and since I was asleep they went looking for their husbands. She told me how they fucked all night and at one point she had one huge black dick in her ass and one in her cunt while she ate one of the girls out. As she told more of the story she sat on my face making me eat her freshly fucked pussy. I got harder and harder. I finally had to spin her around and fuck her well lubed ass myself. We hooked up with Marley once more before we left. He said she was the best fuck he's ever had. We got a dvd in the mail from the black guys. They recorded several sessions and sent us a copy. It's my beat off material when I'm alone. They live in a different state but we're planning on getting together some time in the future. THE END The Trip "Oh for goodness sake, she's just an old friend, ok?" Emily climbed off Jack's lap, fat lips sneering at his flagging member. She pulled up her underwear. "And yet you refer to her as your 'first love', and boast about your... antics , even while I'm inside you?" Em glared and his stomach wrenched. He wanted the big seductive eyes back. Her wetness chilled on him. She clawed her new, boyish hairdo in frustration. "Years ago at college! Look, you want me to cancel France? Is that what it's going to take to get you hard again?" "You talk about this bloody trip too much." "What? You think I want to get back together with Beatrice? Now? Right there in her husband's villa? I see how you look at her. You perve on the thought of us together." "Oh yes. That's what's got me so hard right now. The thought of watching my wife finally, for once in her life, enjoying oral. With her ex." That's when Em slapped him. # They travelled separately to Provence, as Jack had a conference in France, the reason why Beatrice had suggested they all meet up in the first place. He took as long as he could getting there. His wife's confession about her past had been hard to take, but he could accept it as that. The past. However, now it was all out in the open, why did she have to dwell on it? Did she really think he enjoyed hearing the explicit details of the things she did with her lesbian lover? "Beatrice fingered me in church... She loved to lick me from behind... often we were both wet to the knees..." Meanwhile, she was so reticent with him. He wasn't sure how much more he could take. This weekend would be the ultimate test. The villa was enormous and beautiful, dappled by cool leafy sunlight and set in its own grounds. Not only was Beatrice a sexual threat, but her husband, the much-feted Parisian artist Le Génie, could afford all this, too? Jack's manhood shrivelled. Then Beatrice answered the door. Beatrice. The bright, happy - irrepressibly flirtatious - artist's model-turned-muse with her sexy accent and carefree curves and cheeky pout. She threw her arms around him, and for a moment, he was lost in the flowery dampness of her long, dark, just-washed hair. She reached up and kissed him, French style, once on each cheek. He hugged her, English style, as if she was his maiden aunt. The woman was wildly voluptuous compared to his elfin wife. He had to admit, Emily had impeccable taste in women. "Bonjour, lovely boy!" She sung and grabbed his hand, hauling him inside. "Le Génie has gone to pick up Emmy in the car. The airport taxis are a rip off. " She dressed like a gypsy next to the tailored city fashions that Em favoured, her bare feet slap-slapping on cool, smooth flagstones as she led him through the house, turning all the usual polite questions into the bubbliest of conversation. She all but pushed him into their guesthouse, next to a long pool. "Here you are, all yours, have a swim if you like, but please come and drink wine with me, oui?" The water looked enticing after his long journey - and Jack wasted no time in getting into his swimming shorts - but then became possessed of a sudden awkwardness about revealing himself to Beat, who sat waiting outside. He loitered by the pool-house door, unsure if he should change back into his clothes. Was this proper? To be half dressed, alone, with his wife's ex? "Hurry up!" Beatrice bellowed quite suddenly, as if reading his mind, "Let me see this fabulous physique Emmy gloats over so!" Bereft of any choice, Jack stepped out to wolf-whistles and dived into the pool. The shock of freezing water took his breath away as he crawled across to where Beatrice sat with a bottle, dangling her feet in the water, dark peasant skirt up around her brown knees. She giggled as he gasped to a stop. "The pool is fed straight from the mountains," she said, "I forgot to say. Sorry. Drink this." Beatrice shoved a large glass of red wine at him and gulped at hers. "Let them find us in-flagrante delicto, non?" Jack smirked. "I don't believe that means what you think it does, Beatrice." She sipped, and sparkled at him. Jack was suddenly thankful for the cold water. He glugged wine. "Where is my wife, and your perfect man, then hmm?" He said, feeling her eyes drilling into his chest. Beatrice sighed. "Oui, they are taking far too long. But Le Génie is not so perfect. I am cross with him." She pulled a goose-bumped foot out of the pool and cupped toes in her hands. Jack squirmed; he did not want to be drawn into taking sides in a lovers tiff. He held his tongue. Beatrice growled anyway. "He is so selfish, you know?" He gestured to the pool and house. "He seems to be providing you with a good life, to me." "No." She pressed her lips to a raised knee as if to shut herself up, then blurted. "I mean as a lover. You two are so lucky to enjoy licking each other so. With him it is like-" she mimicked him, grimacing and sticking out her tongue. "Sorry. You are English I know, you don't talk of such things." Jack downed his wine and dunked his head in the water. Beatrice roared with laughter and refilled his glass. The sun, the wine, this beautiful, candid, woman. He felt dizzy already and left the glass alone. But... "Em said that?" "What?" "That we... she and I enjoy..." He rolled his hand. Beat peered down at him almost in triumph. "What, this is not true?" "No. It's great. Just, well. Never mind." Beatrice smiled and patted his arm. Her hand hot and soft. "You forget how well I know your lovely wife, Jack. She is also a little like Le Génie, non? Why do you think we split up, her and me. I know she enjoys receiving a lot more than... giving." Hot, lapping, silence consumed them. Beatrice clasped her hands between her knees and flipped her legs in the water. "What is taking our lovers so long!" she gasped, cheeks pink. Probably the wine, Jack deduced. It was certainly getting to him. Then, as if to prove the point, he blustered, "Probably in a field somewhere tearing each other's clothes off." Beatrice sniggered. "Oui, enjoying a lovely soixante-neuf on the grass. Laughing and licking and climaxing..." "Yes! That's it, the bastards." Jack laughed too loudly. His heart hammering fit to burst, unlocking every brain cell and releasing all sense. He slapped Beat's knee. "Come on then, our turn! Get your knickers off girl!" His attempt at bawdy humour barked out over the water and away into the icy mountains. Beatrice arched her great dark eyebrows and her smile trembled, then disappeared. She blinked slowly. A long terrible moment eked itself out. Jack closed his eyes in shame, waiting for the gentle rejection. "Monsieur, I would certainly remove my underwear, if..." Her voice was a husky whisper, "... if I was wearing any." Such a quiet bombshell. Jack cleared his throat and Beatrice chuckled. She stroked one foot with the other. They both watched her legs. "I suppose," Jack felt a warm stirring in his shorts, "It's just too hot for undergarments." "Maybe." Beatrice shrugged. "But when one is to entertain a beautiful man, it is just exciting to be secretly naked, non?" Her dark eyes seemed to fill the sky. He pulled himself out of the water and splashed onto the poolside. She made no secret of staring into his lap. He leant back, letting the water run off his skin and his shorts squirm beneath her gaze, secretly glad that the heat of the wine and the conversation seemed to mitigate any cold-shrinkage down there. This was ok. Flirtation. No harm in it. "No. You're teasing me." He said, trying not to blare another nervous laugh. Beatrice stood and swirled her skirt with contrived flamboyance as she pivoted and strode away, revealing in an irresistible glimpse of clefts that she definitely was not teasing. Jack rose and followed, possessed by the notion that they were beyond flirtation now, and then mesmerised by the wobbling swing of her hips as she climbed the stairs. In her bedroom, she reclined in the corner of a window seat, sat carelessly with her skirt gathered between rudely splayed knees. She tilted her lips up at him as he stood beside her, but this was not what he wanted. She pressed the palm of her hand to the stiffness in his shorts, and he flexed against it, then gripped her skirt and pulled it up as if tearing aside the last shred of their conscience. She watched him take in her mound and swung her knees wider. He settled between them and pushed his mouth to her flushed folds, so much fuller than Em's, and lapped his tongue into a shocking slickness. After months without the marshmallow resilience of a woman in his mouth, jack's head spun. He groaned and his manhood bucked in his shorts. Beatrice pulled her legs up and back and muttered in staccato french, moaning and gasping as he devoured her sex, relishing its salty heat and the eager grind of her hips at his mouth. When she cried out and locked her hands behind his head, and then her feet too, he found himself humming as loudly as Beatrice. It had been so long since he had pleased a woman this much, this way, that his eyes moistened at the bliss of it. She arched and howled "Oui! OUI!" And Jack laughed, licked, and gulped at the illicitly satisfying pulse of her juices as she ground out a deep, writhing climax on his tongue. She shuddered and swore as he eased off his licking, kissing her lightly and enjoying her post orgasmic slinkiness. She took his head in both hands and peered down at him. She stooped and kissed him, her tongue flipping in his mouth. "You like to eat me?" She said, biting a drop of her own moisture from her lips. Jack nodded, wiping his hand across his. "Prove it." Beatrice nodded at his trunks. He stood and presented his hips to her, his cock ridiculously stuck out the top, harder than he had ever been. "Oh, Oui..." Beatrice pulled the shorts down and took hold of his member, her hot hand delicious on his chilled skin. "What a delightful brute! That is too hard, it will burst, non?" She pressed a kiss to it and sighed, her breath rolled down his shaft along with a teased-out drop of pre-cum. She swung her tongue around him, chuckling as his knees trembled. "I'm not finished," he said and pushed her back. She beamed and lifted her hips and he impaled her effortlessly and deeply in one slow stroke. Her jaw dropped and her sex fluttered as she engulfed him, chewing her hips at his strokes. "Merde." She breathed, "This will not take—" The crunch of tyres on gravel below, just outside the open window, jolted Jack to a halt. "No!" Beatrice wrapped her legs around his hips as he pulled away in panic."I am too close!" She wriggled her hips at him to speed up. He pushed firmly and quickly. The car stopped and a brake cranked. From their position, they could see through the passenger window, into Emily's lap. With a twist of guilt he recognised the grey silk chinoise dress Em would wear to please him. Beatrice huffed and puffed her whispering encouragement, grinning down at the cuckolds. "Oui, oui... don't stop. Oh... how... delicious..." Jack was torn between the picture of unequivocal, blushed, pleasure spread before him and the torturing glimpse of his wife and Le Génie, outside. He pushed as hard and fast as he could into the clamouring woman, desperate for her to orgasm so they could compose themselves before they were caught. At the same time he was shocked at the strength of his ardour, that the urge to please Beatrice was more compelling than even the terror of being discovered. Beatrice seemed unconcerned, worse, she seemed to be enjoying the moment, her cries mounting in volume. He pushed his hand over her mouth but this seemed to drive her even wilder. Then everything went strange, as -in the car - a man's hand leant over Emily's lap and pulled up her skirt. Emily didn't stop him. She remained with the silk around the crease of her thighs, revealing her stocking tops and panties. Her wedding lingerie, in fact. Beatrice whimpered and shuddered. "They can't... see us!" she said, eyes wide and riveted, also, to the oddness playing out below. Emily leant back and pulled the skirt higher, sliding her hips to the edge of the seat and opening her knees a little. Displaying herself. "Oh Oui!" Beatrice rammed her hips hard at Jack's thrusts. Emily tugged down the waist of her underwear and exposed her nakedness to the driver. She had done something to her mound. Gone was her honey tuft of hair. What kind of nightmare was this? Jack wanted to climax, and howl in pain. He swallowed at a hard lump in his throat even as Beatrice swallowed his hardness between her legs. The man patted his wife's smooth bald folds like a puppy's head. What kind of reaction was that? Beatrice rolled her eyes and locked rigid. Jack rammed and hauled her orgasm out of her, holding up her feet, grinding his teeth as Emily fixed her clothing and got out of the car. Alerted by Beatrice's cries of pleasure, she peered up at them. Beatrice stirred her hips and wound down her orgasm whilst waving feverishly to Emily. "We are in flagrante delicto!" she squealed. Jack set his jaw. Emily frowned, smoothed the front of her skirt, and charged into the house. The car pulled away. Beatrice's eager sex, combined with the sight of his wife's own infidelity had balled him up inside. So, even though Beatrice had climaxed and was crimson and floppy beneath him; even though his wife's footfalls trotted up the stairs toward them, he could not stop pushing his aching manhood relentlessly in and out of that slavering hole. He would confront Emily like this, fucking her best friend. Her first love's juices stringing off his fucking balls. Emily charged into the room, screaming. "Yay!" she shrieked and grabbed Jack's face, covering it in kisses, her tongue plunging into his mouth. She smacked her lips. "Salty!" she said, and slapped his bare arse. "I hope that means what I think it does. Darling Cherie!" She spun and launched herself onto Beatrice's face next. "Clever girl! I didn't think you could do it!" She pulled away and regarded the pair, hands clasped and joggling on the spot, eyes flicking over them as if they were a fairground ride and she was working out where to get on. Beatrice, it seemed, had devolved to pure animal. It was all she could do to rock her hips at him, her hand squeezing Em's bottom. "Jack is about to give me my third orgasm, darling Emmy, can I have him one more minute?" she purred. "Yummy, I'll watch." Emily unhooked her shoulder straps and let her dress slide to the floor. " Your hubbie didn't agree with my choice of lingerie, Beatie." "Darling... oh... my husband is gay. Unless you had a cock in there... ah... he will not care... oh..." Em smiled and wriggled off her panties. "He liked my Hollywood wax, though." She posed, twirling the silk underwear around her finger. Jack gawped at his wife as if for the first time, resplendent in bra, stockings, and absolutely nothing else. Other than a look of perfect joy. Even her newly revealed intimate lips seemed happy, poking out a cheeky pink tongue; she chuckled and kissed him again. "Come on, don't slow down, can't you see she's close? I hope you didn't mind our little subterfuge?" Beatrice groaned, Jack gripped her hips and shoved hard into her gaping slot. "I'll cope, I think," he said. Em was already climbing onto the window seat with them, standing astride her friend with her naked rump toward him. "There is a rental fee for my hubby," Em said, pushing her hips at Beatrice's face. It was the last straw for the woman's resolve. Jack glimpsed a wet tongue slide up into his wife and then Beatrice shuddered into another rigid, though muffled, orgasm. Em watched Jack over her shoulder with huge hooded eyes as her Beatrice screeched a climax into her sex and Jack slid hard and fast between her best friend's thighs. Em grasped her bottom and dug her nails into it. "Oh God yes," she muttered and shivered, stirring her hips on Beatrice's face. The roller coaster ride of an afternoon had left Jack unsure whether he would orgasm any second or never again. He decided to just go with it while he had it, and slid out of Beatrice. He stood on the seat and slid straight up into his wife. Emily laughed with a wild abandon Jack had never heard from her before. Her friend cackled, licking them both eagerly as he impaled Em deeply from behind. "There it is!" Beatrice said, "At last! The Laugh!" The Laugh? This extreme pleasure was that common - for them - it had a name. Why didn't he know this? A dark flash of doubt had Jack faltering; a doubt consumed by his wife's tight, shockingly liquid hollow, the slender writhe of her hips and the flared plumping of her bottom. Everything underscored by Beatrice, licking Em's juices from his balls. Jack decided to stop worrying. He increased his speed until Em's buttocks slapped on his front and Beatrice licked and sucked everything that came into range. Em emitted a long, low moan. It had been so long since he'd heard this noise; he had quite forgotten what it meant. Beatrice didn't miss the cue and sat to attention. When it hit him, that his wife was about to climax, every lock sprung inside him. He moaned too. "Yes," Em muttered into his ear, her head lolling back in the crook of his neck. "Cum with me." "Oui, oui! hmmf!" Beatrice pressed her lips to Em's bud and with a juddering howl Emily was sucked, and fucked, into orgasm. Jack locked too, tried to control his thrusts as long as he could, then plunged wildly as he erupted into his wife. Beatrice laughed all the way through their blissful twitching, lapping them through it and refusing to stop when they finally calmed down. She sparkled up at them, running her tongue along his glossy length as Jack withdrew. He shivered and Em laughed and hopped in hysterics as Beatrice probed a cheeky tongue inside her. "So, darling Jack, tell me," Em said, climbing off them both. "Still think I was looking forward to this trip too much?" But Jack was lost, Beatrice taking his idly pumping member into her mouth and drawing on it with a blissful hum. Em stroked her friend's hair, watching. Her lip curled. "Oh, and by the way, both of you?" she said. "I will never do... that."