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Second Honeymoon Ch. 01

By: jt123



Jon and Michelle had been planning this trip for a long time and couldn't believe they were actually sitting on the plane as they flew over the Gulf of Mexico. They were on their way to Cozumel for a second honeymoon they had been planning for a few years now.

They had been married for just over five years and had no kids. Their marriage was solid and they loved each other deeply. Both were really looking forward to some time away from work and responsibilities for the next ten days in sunny Mexico. They had booked themselves a private cabin on the beach at a small hotel and were looking forward to some relaxation on the sunny beaches and some wild times in their cabin.

Jon poked Michelle as the tiny island came into view below them and they leaned over and looked out the window together. The plane touched down smoothly only a few minutes later and they gathered up their bags and walked through the airport. The plane had been mostly full, so they had to wait in line at customs for a while before they could go out and flag a taxi.

The taxi ride passed quickly as they watched the scenery pass by in the light of the setting sun. They pulled up at the hotel and began unloading their bags just as a second taxi pulled up and another couple they recognized from the plane ride stepped out. They exchanged quick smiles and a wave as both couples finished unloading their bags and walked together into the lobby.

All four of them walked up to the desk and were greeted warmly by the man behind the desk. "Buenos noches," he said before shifting into English and asking how he could help. They both answered that they had reservations and gave him their names. His wide smile became smaller and then vanished completely as he looked at the book before him very closely. He flipped the pages back and forth and seemed like he was looking for something he had lost. He looked up at them and excused himself before disappearing into the office behind the counter.

Jon could hear talking in Spanish but he couldn't pick up what they were saying. The conversation became more excited and then calmed back down. The man behind the desk returned followed by another man that Jon assumed was the manager based on his body language. The manager came up to the counter and quietly said, "Excuse me, but we have a problem." He then went on to explain that there had been some sort of mix up with the reservations. The end result of his long story was that the hotel was completely booked with the exception of one room. "The good news," he concluded, "is that our remaining room has two beds." He said this last sentence as if it made everything OK.

Needless to say neither couple was pleased with this news. Each couple talked and asked the manager to call other hotels to see if there were any other rooms available. He made about six or seven calls but each time was told the hotels were booked. "A room will open up on Tuesday night," he offered again as if that made everything better.

"But it is only Thursday," the woman from the other couple complained. The manager only shrugged as he tried dialing one last hotel. That one was also full. "It seems," the manager explained, "that there are several big tour groups from America taking up every room in town." He said this with a shrug and then stared at the couples clearly expecting a decision.

It took quite a while as each couple talked heatedly with each other. "What choice do we have?" Michelle reasoned. Jon was so mad that he couldn't really think straight, but as usual Michelle was offering the voice of reason. She finally got him to agree to offer sharing the room with the other couple until Tuesday.

As he turned to the other couple he saw they were taking longer to decide. Interestingly, it seemed that they were in much the same situation with the husband being completely irate and the wife trying to look on whatever upside may exist. "We're already here," she concluded, "what choice do we really have? We can either deal with this for a few days or sleep on the beach." The guy seemed to think this over before finally nodding.

The woman from the other couple looked over at Jon and Michelle and smiled. She stepped toward them and Michelle stepped forward and extended her hand. "Hi, I'm Michelle," she offered as the other woman introduced herself as Vanessa. 

Jon watched them talk but couldn't hear everything they were saying. They talked for a while and finally they shook hands again as they exchanged smiles. Michelle turned back to Jon and said, "OK, so we've agreed to make the best of it and share the room."

"Marvelous," answered the manager. He produced two keys and took their credit card information. He gave them directions to their cabin and happily said, "Enjoy your stay," as if he had forgotten the huge inconvenience he had caused.

They all drug their bags to the room and tossed them on the beds. An awkward silence followed as the four of them all stood around not really sure what to say. Finally Jon extended his hand to the other guy and said, "Hey, I'm Jon." The other guy introduced himself as Sam. "Hell of a situation," Sam added.

Another silence followed that Vanessa finally broke by saying, "There's no point in standing here. Why don't we head over to the bar and get something to eat and drink?"

"Might as well try and enjoy Mexico now that we finally made it here," Michelle added.

All four walked over to the restaurant and took a table. They ordered some food and started talking as they ate. It turned out that Vanessa and Sam were also on a second honeymoon of sorts. They could only afford to take a long weekend to Niagra Falls after they had married three years earlier and had finally saved the money and had the time to take a real trip. By coincidence they had planned nearly the identical trip to Jon and Michelle. They were traveling on the same days and had booked a cabin at the same hotel.

After dinner the drinks continued to flow and all four of them began to loosen up considerably. As they drank together Jon began to really take a look at their new roommates. They seemed to be about the same age as Jon and Michelle who were both 28 years old. Both of them seemed to be pretty fit and trim, but Vanessa in particular had the body of an athlete. When he took a second look he realized that Vanessa was quite a looker. Her sandy blonde hair fell straight off her head just an inch or two past the tops of her shoulders. She wore her hair all in one length and parted to one side, so she often had to push or toss her hair off her forehead in a manner than Jon soon found very appealing. She was quite tall and appeared to be about 5' 10" with a very tight, athletic body. Her tight jeans hugged her ass closely, but her loose top revealed little of her tits. 

Sam's body was generally fit although not overly muscular or anything. His hair was short and parted to one side. As the evening wore on he seemed to relax and become as comfortable as possible under the circumstances.

It was getting pretty late in the evening before the four of them wandered, a little drunk, back to their cabin. They took their bags off the bed and took turns in the bathroom. Michelle had to scramble a bit to figure out what to wear as she had only packed some sexy lingerie for sleeping. She figured the rest of the time she would be naked as she and Jon had planned to use the nights for much more than sleeping. She finally borrowed one of Jon's t-shirts.

Vanessa did wear some lingerie, but it was in a fairly conservative baby doll style that came down to mid-thigh. In reality it covered nearly as much as Michelle's t-shirt, but Jon found that she looked very sexy in the black satin outfit. He looked at her smooth shoulders as she pulled back the covers on the bed next to them. Through the baby doll he could better see the outline of her tits. They were probably a hair smaller than average for her height, but there was something about their shape and the way they hung on her that drew Jon's eye.

She climbed in and got under the covers, but not before Jon noticed that her nipples had started to poke out against the smooth satin in a most tempting way. Sam followed her wearing only a pair of shorts, the same thing Jon had decided to wear. They flipped off the light and all four went to sleep.

At least Jon thought they had all gone to sleep. He was awakened a couple of hours later by Michelle poking his arm. "What?" he whispered still trying to figure out what was happening. "Look," Michelle whispered as she nodded toward the other bed.

Jon looked over and was shocked to see the covers moving and shifting on the other bed. It took his eyes a moment to adjust to the dim moonlight coming through the windows but when they did he could see that Sam and Vanessa were fucking on the other bed. They had yet to make a sound but as his eyes focused more he could see that Vanessa was on top of Sam and riding him. She was leaning down on him so they were pressed closely together as her hips pumped up and down on him.

As their fuck became more intense and drew to a conclusion the springs on their bed started to creak and their headboard occasionally bumped against the wall. Jon watched eagerly not believing they were so bold as to fuck like this. He felt Michelle's hand creep across his stomach and begin to caress his hard cock through his shorts. Suddenly Vanessa let out a soft moan as she came. Jon watched her body shift and move as she rode Sam throughout her orgasm. 

Michelle swiftly pushed his shorts down and began eagerly stroking his already excited cock. She leaned over and exaggeratedly licked his ear and breathed very heavily into his ear before whispering, "Give me some of that."

Jon would typically have been too shy to do anything like that, but clearly their new roommates had no problems with it. Besides, watching them fuck had gotten him very excited and Michelle knew just how to touch him to guarantee he couldn't say no.

He rolled over on top of her as she spread her legs wide and they settled easily into the missionary position. He smoothly guided his cock to her pussy and found it already very wet as he started sliding inside her. He laid on top of her and loved the feel of her under him. She still had her shirt on so he couldn't feel or see her beautiful tits, but the excitement of the situation more than made up for that. He fucked her steadily and silently for several minutes as he looked down at her. 

Her short black hair was slightly tousled but it only served to make her look hotter at this moment. He could feel her large tits pressing through her shirt, but the fabric obscured his ability to feel her hard nipples. He couldn't see them but he knew that her nipples almost always became hard and tight as they fucked. It was one of those small little traits of hers that drove him wild in bed. Her tits were definitely big for her 5'5" frame. He loved spending many long minutes during foreplay caressing and sucking on them and Michelle always responded enthusiastically to his efforts. 

The rest of Michelle's body was probably a little heavier than what would be considered normal for her height, but she had the most sexy way of carrying it that only seemed to amplify her curves. She never looked out of place wearing even the most revealing of clothes, but she usually didn't wear anything very risqué unless she was in her own house with Jon. In private she often wore sexy lingerie or other clothes that always drove Jon wild with lust. He loved her curvy body and loved it when she showed it off for him.

Michelle had her hands on his ass and was massaging him as they fucked. Both of them were so involved in their fuck that neither took notice of the other couple. If they hadn't been too excited in their fuck to notice they would have seen that Vanessa and Sam had finished their own fuck and were now watching Jon and Michelle with keen interest.

Jon knew that Michelle was nearing her orgasm and began to fuck her a little faster to bring about her conclusion. Their bed was now the one creaking and soon after Michelle's mouth opened in a silent cry she started to cum. Her pussy wildly clenched and released his cock and she dug her nails into his ass. Feeling her orgasm so totally under him almost immediately brought about his orgasm. He drove himself fully inside her and held still as he unleashed his cum into her waiting pussy. His orgasm was intense and he shot a big load of cum into her. By the time they both finished cumming and lay together panting to regain their breath her pussy was thoroughly soaked from their combined juices. Jon loved the warm, wet feeling surrounding his cock and lay on top of Michelle kissing her softly as his cock softened inside her.

Jon rolled off Michelle and they cuddled closely together before Jon almost immediately fell asleep. Michelle drifted off about the same time as Vanessa and Sam fell asleep in the other bed after excitedly watching Jon and Michelle conclude their fuck.

Jon and Michelle woke first the next day and shared a shower together before donning their swimsuits and heading out to the beach. Just before they left they grabbed some fruit out of the big basket that had been left in their hotel and leisurely ate that for breakfast as they got settled on the beach. Jon admired Michelle's body as she removed her robe leaving only her bikini covering her. It had taken some convincing, but he finally had gotten her to pack her sexy black bikini. Previously she had only worn this when sunbathing in their yard. He whistled admiringly and told her she looked hot as she sat down and smiled back at him. 

For the next hour or so they relaxed on the beach before they where joined by Vanessa and Sam. "Morning," Vanessa said to them, "mind if we join you?" They pulled over a couple of the big reclining beach chairs the hotel had liberally placed all over the beach. They settled in quickly and sat for a few minutes soaking up the sun before Vanessa turned to Michelle and asked, "So how did you two sleep?"

There was something in her tone and expression that indicated to Jon that she wasn't really talking about sleep. Clearly, he thought, they had watched Michelle and him fuck just as they had watched Vanessa and Sam. Michelle seemed to also pick up on her meaning as she smiled and winked at Vanessa before she replied, "I think about as good as you two."

The rest of the afternoon was spent relaxing on the beach together and talking. It turned out that the four of them all seemed to get along pretty well. Jon thought to himself that, given the messed up reservations, things were working out about as well as possible. At least they weren't stuck sharing a room with people they hated.

Jon also spent considerable time admiring Vanessa's body in her very skimpy bikini. Her bikini was really nothing more than four small triangles of blue fabric that strained to cover her tits, pussy, and ass. In reality, most of her ass was left uncovered and that fact wasn't lost on Jon as he admired her.

The feature that most attracted Jon's lustful glances was her delicate looking tits. He had only caught a mere glimpse of them through her nightgown last night, but it wasn't until he saw her on the beach that he realized their wonderful size and shape. The blue triangles only covered a portion of them and left the smallest glimpses exposed to his view on all sides. They weren't nearly as big as Michelle's but they still excited him as they seemed so perfectly shaped on her lean body. The rest of Vanessa's body was very tight and athletic and she didn't have nearly the sensual curves of Michelle, so perhaps that helped emphasize how hot her round soft tits looked. Jon yearned to be able to wrap his lips around them and feel how soft they were and explore their perfect shape with his tongue. 

He got particularly excited watching Vanessa rub tanning oil into her skin. She slowly and deliberately applied the oil to every part of her that wasn't covered by the bikini. Her oily fingers slipped up, over, and around her tits until they both glistened under the sunlight.

After wasting away the rest of the afternoon and the early part of the evening lying on the beach or swimming in the warm water they started to talk about what to do that night. They discussed some various options and decided to grab a cab into the city together and hit some of the local nightlife.

Each couple took their turn going back to the room and showering together before getting dressed and ready for the evening. Jon and Michelle had the second shift in the shower and Jon looked surreptitiously at Vanessa's still damp body wrapped loosely in only a bath towel.

He and Michelle fondled and kissed each other as they got all soapy and then rinsed off. By the time they emerged from the shower the others were already dressed and waiting for them on the small patio outside their cabin. As Jon got dressed he reflected for a second on how it was funny that they were now deciding to hang out with the people they had been forced to room with.

The cab ride to town was fairly short and they started their visit by walking around the downtown area. After more walking they found a small restaurant and had a great meal. They asked the hostess to recommend a good bar and they followed her directions down the street to a small, crowded bar.

They spent the evening trying some of the Mexican beers as they talked and relaxed. They stayed out fairly late and each got drunk to varying degrees. After they flagged down a taxi for the ride back to the hotel Jon climbed in the front seat next to the driver as the others piled in the back. 

About halfway back to the hotel Jon noticed the driver was spending about as much time watching the mirror as he was watching the road. He twisted his head around and saw that Vanessa and Sam were engaged in a hot kiss. He could easily see Vanessa's tongue sliding around in Sam's mouth and then his tongue could be seen playing against hers.

Jon glanced at Michelle and saw that she too was watching the other couple. She and Jon made eye contact briefly and she smiled and winked at him before he turned back around. Just a minute or two later they reached the hotel and climbed out of the car.


As they walked to their cabin Jon held Michelle tight and felt her hand caressing his ass. She always got horny when she was drunk. He also noticed that Vanessa seemed to be quite drunk and definitely very horny. Sam also looked to be pretty drunk himself and he didn't seem to mind her hand groping his ass or her tongue licking at his ear as they walked back.

Once inside the room neither couple turned on the light as they each went directly to their bed. Vanessa and Sam entered the room first and hurried over to their bed before lying down together and engaging in a hot kiss. After last night Vanessa clearly didn't have any qualms about having to share a space with Jon and Michelle as they fucked.

Vanessa and Sam began groping each other as they wildly kissed. Sam rolled her onto her back and began to massage her tits as he sucked on her earlobes. She loudly as Sam continued his teasing. He took hold of the bottom of her shirt and began pushing it upwards. She lifted her torso off the bed slightly and helped him slip the shirt up and over her head. She lay back down and Sam started kissing her chest above her tits as he resumed caressing her tits through her sexy red bra.

Jon suddenly felt Michelle's hands on his hips. She had been standing behind him also watching the other couple and her hands began to slide up and down Jon's hips and thighs. As Sam opened the front clasp of Vanessa's bra allowing her tits to spill out into their view in the soft light of the room Michelle's hands crept around Jon and began to rub the large bulge in the front of his pants. Jon groaned quietly at her touch and turned around to embrace her in a wild kiss.


Second Honeymoon Ch. 01



We had been married for ten years and my parents agreed to look after our two boys aged nine and six for a week so we could have a second honeymoon. Our first had been OK but a bit disappointing as we were not well off, so a cheap hotel in London had to suffice. Right now we were not much better off but decided to take our caravan to a remote site in mid-Wales. 

The weather was glorious as we set out and with our caravan being towed behind my (company) 4x4 we headed for the hills. We knew that the boys were being spoilt rotten in our absence, so had no qualms about leaving them behind.

We turned up the muddy forest track that led to the field surrounded on three sides by a forestry plantation on the side of the hill. We had been here before as a family. The state of the track discouraged casual visitors, so we were pretty sure that we wouldn't be disturbed. Apart, that is except for a daily visit from one of the farm dogs, who had taken a fancy to us. When we paid a visit to the farm, about half a mile across the side of the hill, the dog remembered us and started to come over to visit on a regular basis. 

The field was on two levels and quite steep with a sort of plateau alongside the hedge. The track, not so muddy at the top, curved round the sides of the field to give access to the top bit where we always set our camp. As it emerged from the heavily wooded section it ran alongside a pond that had been dug many years ago by the farmer. The pond, whilst not particularly deep, only about four feet at the middle, was about a hundred feet long and about twenty feet wide at its widest. It was fed by the spring that provided all the water for the farm. It was sandy at one end but otherwise surrounded by reeds and bulrushes. When we had previously brought the boys here they had spent many hours paddling and digging in and around the pond.

We were in good spirits and looking forward to a relaxed (and sexy) week. Perhaps a little information about our relationship, would not go amiss. During our courtship, we had indulged in a little mild naughtiness in public, but like many marriages, we had settled down into a routine of life that had become a little mundane. We (I) were hoping to break that usual cycle in the coming week. On the journey over, following a bit of joshing on my part I certainly got the impression that Rebecca, my wife was up for it.

The first evening we spent over at the farmhouse, renewing friendships with both the family and the animals. This was when the junior sheepdog, Bob, (all working sheepdogs have single syllable names, it save time when working more than one) clocked fact that we were back. Bruce the farmer, regretted that we would have to entertain ourselves for the week as his son was away and he wouldn't have time to conduct us around the farm as he usually did. As he said this, I felt Rebecca squeeze my hand as we sat on the sofa in the kitchen, surrounded by cats.

As we walked back across the fields to the caravan under a starry sky, we happened upon Eric the bull. In fact we almost bumped into the back of him in the dark. Perhaps I wasn't concentrating as I had my hand inside the unbuttoned front of Rebecca's dress, caressing her breasts and teasing her alert nipples. We knew Eric of old and he knew us, we were not bothered by him and he not by us. But nonetheless we didn't want to surprise him, so we deviated from the well worn path that the cows trod across the side of the hill.

As we stepped off the path, I slipped on the damp grass and fell down onto my backside. My hand was still inside my wife's dress and I heard the sound of cotton being torn as my hand pulled apart the front of the garment. "Terry!" she scolded me. "look what you have done to my dress"!

"It's a good job it didn't happen on the way over the farm." I suggested. "Although," I mused, "it might have given Bruce a thrill!" I laughed.

"I'd have told them exactly what happened!" Rebecca laughed.

"Would you have carried on and not turned back?" I asked her.

"Would you have wanted me to walk into the farmhouse in a torn dress?" she responded.

I thought for a moment, "Yes I think I would have." I told her.

"Then, this week, I would have done!" she said, kissing me as we lay on the grass, "with no kids about." She rolled over on top of me, and whispered, "Now make a job of it. I can't wear it down the pub after that!"

I looked at her, a smirk on her face, her breasts hanging loose. She was supporting herself on straight arms, placed either side of my head, her dress open to her waist. "I dare you!" I challenged her.

She shook her head, "not this one. It is too badly ripped, I need you to ruin it completely. I promise you, you won't be disappointed, tonight or down the pub!" Needless to say, her dress was rent from top to bottom in a flash and we made love with Eric standing watching us.

As we rolled apart, giggling, Eric farted and walked away.

The next morning after breakfast, I carried out the ritual that would be done by one of us every day whilst we were there. I walked over to the farm to get fresh milk. The family (and us) drank raw unpasteurised milk drawn directly from the tank in the dairy. I have to say that it is absolutely delicious, although I can almost hear some people shouting "RAW MILK?" Anyway the upshot was that I would be gone for about half an hour even without meeting anyone from the farm.

It was a lovely hot summer's day and I enjoyed the walk, wearing walking boots, shorts and a tee shirt. I ambled slowly back and forth, stopping to look at the cows, now back in their field after morning milking, so I suppose I was gone longer than I was expected to be. When I got back to the caravan, my wife was not there, but I found a note. "Gone to the pond". I put the milk away and strolled over to the pond to see Rebecca sunbathing topless on the sandy bit we called the beach. Even after two children, she had regained her figure and I stood for a moment or two admiring her lovely body. A body that I had drooled (and more) over for the twelve years we had known each other. She was lying on her back with only the tie-sided bikini bottoms offering any cover at all. 

"You've been a long time." She called when she eventually saw me standing on the bank about twenty feet or so away from her.

"It's too nice a day to rush." I told her as I climbed down the bank to join her. "Why are you topless? -- Not that I'm complaining, I hasten to add." I asked.

"As you say it's such a nice day, would you have preferred it if I was covered -- or even naked?" she enquired, squinting at me in the strong sunlight.

I knelt above her my knees just above her head, bent over and kissed her, our faces upside down to each other. "Naked, every time." I whispered. 

She licked the end of my nose, "then get naked yourself." I wasted no time stripping off my shorts and shirt, I knew we were safe from interruptions because if anyone was coming up the track in a vehicle, we would hear them well before they arrived. I sat down beside her and removed my boots.

"Now it's your turn." I announced.

"Mmmm, you do it for me." She murmured. I slid my hand into her bikini briefs and found a surprisingly damp labia.

"What have you been doing, while I was away?" I asked her, with a grin on my face.

"Thinking about last night." She began. "I can't tell you how much of a turn on it was to have you ripping my dress open." In the past I had despatched to odd pair of panties in that way, but never anything else. She continued, "I know I told you to do it, but it was just the moment that you tore the cotton that keeps coming back to me, and you can feel the result." Indeed I could, she was getting wetter and wetter and my fingers were getting soaked in her juices. 

"Would you like me to do it again? Some time when you're not expecting it?" I was fingering her with some vigour.

She reached down and undid the ties at the sides of her bikini pants and said, "Yes I would! Now fuck me!" I climbed aboard and did as I had been told. She writhed about beneath me, her shoulder length hair becoming covered in damp sand, turning it a golden brown from her natural brunette. "Come over me!" she gasped between kisses. As I felt my sperm rising, I pulled out of her and sprayed her belly and breasts with my white creamy seed. "You dirty bugger!" she exclaimed. "I wish you had more!"

So did I, so did I! I wanted to smear my cum all over her, belly, tits, face, hair, everywhere. "I will completely cover you next time." I told her and explained in some detail exactly how I intended to do it. 

She groaned and murmured "I'd love that! I wish you would!" Afterwards, we bathed each other in the tepid waters of the pond, then lay in the shallows holding hands. "Shall we go out tonight?" she asked.

"We can, there are the two pubs in the village, or we can perhaps find a restaurant a bit further out." I suggested.

"There's no point in going too far," she said, then with a glint in her eye, "no-one knows us here anyway."

I immediately picked up on her mood and asked her, "What have you got in mind?"

"That rather depends on what you want me to wear."

In the past before and just after we were married, I could sometimes persuade her to go out in the evening without wearing a bra. On one occasion she wore no underwear at all under a calf length sun dress. More in hope than expectation, I asked, "Why not wear the dress you wore last night?" 

She laughed and said "In your dreams buster....... Oh I don't know, why not? I could wear a matching bra and panty set with a belt to hold it closed!"

"I would prefer it without the bra." I told her.

"People are going to see my underwear, so I want them to match. I don't want to display my bare tits in the pub!" she explained.

"Why not?" I asked, "because, as you say no-one knows us here."

"Well you'll just have to see what I put on and like it or lump it!" She retorted. 

We lay in the cooling water for some time, before hunger pangs announced it was getting near lunchtime. We walked, still naked up the field towards our caravan, carrying our clothes and bits and pieces. We remained naked whilst I prepared lunch. Rebecca took the opportunity to pose sexily for me, putting me off. I was really beginning to enjoy this holiday and I got the distinct impression that she was enjoying it too. Isn't it amazing what a few days away from the humdrum and pressures associated with raising a family will do. Suddenly she sat up. "We must ring the boys."

We both held fairly lengthy conversations with our sons, during which as I was speaking to them, my dear wife was sucking at my penis. I considered this to be very unfair, because when she was speaking to them I did not touch her. You just wait until she's speaking to her mother!

We lazed on the grass alongside the caravan for most of the afternoon, listening to the natural sounds of the countryside. Later, Rebecca prepared a meal for us before we planned to head into the village to see what was happening at either of the two pubs. 

When the time came for us to get ready, Rebecca asked, "Casual or dressy tonight?"

"It's only a village pub on a Monday night, perhaps dressy might be a little over the top." I suggested.

"OK then its denim." She declared. "Shorts or skirt?"

"You choose." I told her and began sorting out my own clothes for the evening.

When she finally announced that she was ready, she was wearing a white blouse and denim skirt. The skirt was one she had had for a long time and was showing it's age. Some in the past she had shortened it by simply cutting it off with scissors. Naturally over the years it had begun to fray and whenever the threads hanging down became too long, they were snipped off. I had not seen her wear it for a while so was pleased to see that it was now about mid-thigh length when she was sitting down, although a little longer than that when standing. Her blouse was open to below her breasts allowing her white wonder-bra and lots of cleavage to be seen. 

On the drive down the forest track, she curled up on the front seat of the car, causing her skirt to ride up her thighs. "Although I love them dearly, it's nice to be away from the kids for a while and be teenagers ourselves again." She told me. 

"Are we going to do some of the things we did as teenagers?" I asked.

"I certainly hope so!" She exclaimed, "I feel like being naughty."

"Then take off your bra and panties." I told her.

"Certainly not!" She retorted, - "at least not yet." She added with a cheeky grin.

We arrived in the village centre and parked the car in the high street. We could walk to everything that was likely to be open from here. The first pub was just across the road, it had the advantage of having a beer garden behind it which looked over the nearby hills. We walked through the bar where I ordered the drinks, Rebecca flashed a brilliant smile and her cleavage at the barman, a slightly scruffy individual in his fifties. It cheered him up quite a bit and he engaged us in conversation. He could not drag his eyes away from Rebecca's breasts, something that amused both Rebecca and I. Sadly for him another customer arrived and we took the opportunity to slide away into the beer garden.

"Did you see him ogling your tits?" I asked her.

"Of course!" she said with a giggle, "I was contemplating getting them out for him."

"Were you?"

She laughed and said "No! Not really, but I would have loved to have dared do it." Then after a moment's hesitation, "What would you have done if I had?"

"Well I wouldn't have been able to do much about it, if you stripped off in the pub could I?" I explained, "Other than physically restrain you, and I wouldn't have done that, it would have looked too much like a fight."

"What would you have thought?" She pressed me.

"I think I would have thought that I'd never seen you do that as a teenager." I told her.

She laughed, "Well not that exactly, there were times, however when I was tempted to do something like that for a bit of fun, but I never had the confidence."

"You, my darling, or should I call you my dareling, have a body worth displaying." I told her holding both her hands in mine. "And I would be proud to see you doing so."

"I remember the night you half stripped me in that alley behind the nightclub." She mused, "I thought you were going to have me naked there and then. I remember thinking that I wouldn't have minded if you had."

"Despite those drunks who spotted us?" I asked, grinning.

"Especially because of them." She said quietly.

We finished our drinks with me sliding her skirt up her thigh with my hand as we sat at the picnic table in the garden. "Do you want another?" I asked, indicating her empty glass.

"Let's try the other place." She suggested. 

As we walked to the other pub about a couple of hundred yards away, it became clear that this one catered for a younger, livelier market, it looked much more fun. When we got inside, there were a few teenagers and customers in their twenties and thirties about. "I'll have a white wine spritzer." Rebecca announced as were entered the pub. "I'll be over there." Over there turned out to be near the juke box terminal, on a bench along the wall.

There were a crowd of lads standing by the terminal, ostensibly trying to make up their minds what music to play, but in reality, they were looking down my wife's cleavage, something of which Rebecca was fully aware. It didn't seem to bother her in any way, indeed she appeared to be lapping up the attention, without being too obvious about it. The boys had not clocked that she was with anyone, so when I arrived with drinks, they assumed a more discrete observation, but still had all eyes on Rebecca's opened blouse. I had also noticed that miraculously the next button on her blouse had somehow undone itself.

With her blouse now virtually open to her waist, Rebecca twisted round on her seat, to greet me hiking her skirt just a little further up her thighs. When one of the boys plucked up enough courage to ask her what sort of music she liked, her action of turning towards them to answer the question, added a bit more thigh to the display. "You're enjoying this attention aren't you?" I asked her.

She turned to me, smiled and winked, "Of course! Why wouldn't I?"

After we (together) had discussed a music choice with the boys and they had selected it, I leaned over and murmured in her ear. "Do you think you can arrange your skirt so you are not sitting on it?" She nodded and began to quietly and slowly move back and forth trying not to attract too much attention, with the intention of sliding the hem of her skirt from under her buttocks.

The attracting too much attention bit didn't work, as the boys pretty quickly realised what she was at. To be fair to them they tried to not make it too obvious that they were watching, but watching they were. Frankly I do not blame them. I was getting turned on by the sight of more leg than I thought Rebecca had, coming into view. In addition to that was the fact that this was all happening with a very attentive audience. I was immensely proud of my wife, (I still am) she is a sexy, good looking woman and best of all she loves me!

"Do you think that will do?" she asked. The back hem of her skirt was still just trapped between her bum and the seat, but the front was now pulled tightly across the top of her thighs. I was sure that anyone seated opposite would be able to see the crotch of her panties. 

"I am sure that they don't get this entertainment usually on a Monday night in here." I confided in her. 

"Good!" she said, she picked up her spritzer, took a sip, pulled a face, "I think I am in need of something stronger than this. Can I have Vodka and something please?" I went to pick up her discarded drink, but she stayed my hand. "I have plans for that." She whispered.

I returned from the bar with a double vodka with a very little "something" in it and placed it before her. She too a big gulp, coughed a little and exclaimed "Wow!" she smiled and added, I think we may have to leave after I've finished this."

"Too strong for you?" I asked.

"Not at all, I need this to pluck up the courage to do what I am thinking." She whispered.

"Are you intending to take something off?" I asked, amused and excited.

"No, but I hope you will like it." She said quietly.

She finished her vodka with a second gulp and slammed the glass down on the table with some force. This caused everyone to look at her. "Here goes!" she murmured. Then she picked up the Spritzer with one hand, raised it in salute to her audience, then with everyone in the bar watching, pulled one of the cups of her bra away from her breast and poured the Spritzer into the resulting gap. There was a gasp from several of the lads and young women watching, as the drink soaked through her white blouse, causing it to become transparent, and a dark blue stain ran down the front of her light blue skirt. She smoothed the bubbly drink into her thighs as they were wetted by the spillage. She took my hand, squeezed it and said "shall we go?"

We walked across the now fairly busy bay towards the door. As we got there she turned and said in quite a loud voice, "did you like that? Keep watching, we're here for a week!"

I pulled her giggling from the pub into the street and demanded, "Rebecca! What on earth go into you?" 

"Didn't YOU like it?" she asked now suddenly worried.

I swept her into my arms. "Of course I did! I loved it! -- er... what have you got planned for the rest of the week?"

"Oh I don't know," she told me, "I hadn't even got that planned. I just came to me in an instant. I just want to do some of the things I should have done when I was a teenager!"

"Then I'm right with you." I announced. "Now about those undies...."




Second Honeymoon Ch. 01



"When we're in the car." She replied.

We got to the car and climbed in, She pulled her blouse out of her skirt, and slipped off. "Here," she said, "hold this." Then she handed me the wet blouse. She pulled the shoulder straps of her bra down her arms, slid the fastening round to the front and tossed the discarded item into the back of the car. She struggled to put wet blouse back on as it kept sticking to her skin, but sort of managed to get it round her. "Phew, I didn't realise it would be that difficult."

I helped her get her panties off and then suggested we did a bit of window shopping before we went back to the caravan. She looked at me first as if I had gone mad, then laughed, relented and gasped "Hell! Why not?"

The outfit looked as though it had been in a water fight, but I thought she looked as sexy as hell. It was now getting dark and not many of the shops in the village had left their window lights on, so we just strolled along the quiet streets with our arm around each other. Rebecca's free hand had undone my jeans zipper and was feeling around inside to see what it could find. Needless to say it did not have much of a problem locating something of interest. Indeed, the stiffness of it indicated the level of my interest in the searching fingers stroking it.

Meanwhile, I had already undone the buttons on her blouse and was cupping and caressing one of her lovely breasts. This was turning out to be a great evening. But suddenly Rebecca gave a shiver, "feeling cold?" I asked her and she nodded. "Let's go back to the car." I suggested and we wheeled round to slowly make our way back the couple of hundred yards or so to the centre of the High Street, where the car was parked. As we neared the car, she undid the waistband of my jeans. "What are you doing?" I stupidly asked.

"I want full access, because on the way back, I'm going to give you a blow job, until we arrive at the caravan." She answered hoarsely.

"It's five miles, what if I ejaculate?"

"Then come in my mouth." She said in such a matter of fact way that I almost didn't believe it. It was such a long time since that had happened, I nearly came on the spot. We reached the car. "A-ah!" she said as I went to climb into the driving seat. "Take off your jeans, I want unrestricted access -- and your pants please."

I started to drive back though those narrow Welsh lanes trying to concentrate on keeping us on the road. One thing about driving there at night is that you can see the lights of any other vehicle well before you meet them. Rebecca was not only sucking me off she was wanking me hard at the same time. "I shall be coming soon if you're not careful!" I hissed at her.

She looked up, "Don't tell me, surprise me!" and resumed her work at my penis. I did surprise her, in fact I surprised myself at the amount of seed I could feel rushing to free itself. I shot what seemed massive amounts of semen into her mouth. She coughed, but kept going until I was spent. She had taken so much that when she coughed, some had gone into the back of her throat and had come down her nose. "Stop the car! Stop the car!"

"We're in the middle of the la......" I protested.

"I don't care stop the car!"

I thought she wanted to be sick, but instead, she smothered her cummy face all over mine. I tasted my own cum as she forced some of it into my mouth. Then wouldn't you know, not having met another car all the way, one came round the corner. We were blocking the lane, so they had to stop. They also illuminated our activities with their headlights. We both laughed at our predicament, but I had to reverse the car back about twenty yards or so with their lights on full beam, no doubt enjoying the spectacle. "Are you glad you came?" she asked, knowing full well the double entendre that she had uttered.

"Not half!" I exclaimed.

"It's a good job no-one round here knows us." She giggled.

As soon as we got going again, her head was in my lap, wetting my tools with saliva. I was in a right state, but nothing compared to her face when she sat up. A mixture of cum, saliva make up and sweat was smeared all over her lovely face. Her hair was plastered to her forehead, she looked as sexy as hell. As I turned into the entrance to the forest track, we found the gate was shut. Bruce must have been past. "I'll get it." She volunteered and leapt out of the car, her bare feet landing in the soft mud at the side. She nipped round to the front of the car and unlatched the gate, pulling it open. I drove through and she closed the gate behind me. Expecting her to climb back into the car complaining about the mud, I reached across and opened the door on her side of the car. 

Suddenly she was standing in front of the car in the middle of the track. She still had her blouse on although it was undone and her skirt was all rucked up, but did not actually show her pubes. Then she started dancing. She was doing a striptease in the light of the headlight beams. First she dropped her skirt and stamped it into the mud and pulling her blouse this way and that, variously hid or exposed different parts of her body until that too was dropped in the mud. Then she stood there with her arms at the ten to two position, bowing, graciously accepting my applause.

She picked up her clothes, climbed on to the bonnet of the car, hooked her feet into the bull-bars and pointed up the lane. Thus I arrived back at the caravan with my own naked figurehead on my car. I have to say the drive (about a third of a mile) took longer than normal because I was petrified that she would fall off and I would run her over.

"I've got some washing to do today." She mumbled as she woke from a deep sleep the next morning.

"I've started it." I told her having been up for about an hour. I had picked up the skirt and blouse from the grass outside, where she had dumped them the night before and washed them by hand in a bucket.

"You're so good to me." She said with a mouthful of breakfast, still not dressed and I was in no hurry to have her put anything on. I looked quizzically at her. "Well," she said, "You've washed my clothes, got me my breakfast and last night filled my mouth with the sweetest tasting cum I've ever had!"

"There's more where that came from." I told her, "But not just yet, it's your turn to go and get the milk. I'll top up the water. This was no mean feat as I had to pull the Aquaroll ( a plastic drum which rolls along the ground) up the hill to the tap fed by the spring.

"OK. You're on." She agreed.

So I started tidying then van, washing the dishes and any number of small but essential chores, before trundling up the hill dressed in just a pair of shorts. My bare feet cooled by the dew on the grass. I was back before Rebecca and when I saw her coming, went to meet her. "You know, this place has quite an effective grapevine." She told me. "I met Bruce in the yard and he gave me a queer sort of leery smile. When I asked him "what?" he told me he understood I gave quite a show in the Market Tavern last night!"

"Wow! That was quick!" I remarked.

"He's invited me to join him for the milking one afternoon, so I can give him a special show!"

I laughed, we had known Bruce and Hilary for many years and had always enjoyed a bit of banter with them. We had come over one New Years Eve and had very nearly had a fumble with each others' partner, but just at the right (wrong?) moment we were disturbed by one of our boys wanting a drink of water. "Are you going to do it?" I asked.

Rebecca grinned, "You know, I think I just might, say give him a flash or something. But not today the relief milker is on this afternoon."

"Go-on!" I urged, "you know you want to fuck him." 

"I definitely do NOT want to fuck Bruce!" She almost shouted at me. "You're the only one who will ever put a thing like that into me!" With that, she pushed past me and flung herself "sobbing" on the couch. I was not fooled for a minute. I started to tickle her and soon she was in floods of tears, but tears of laughter. In the ensuing struggle I managed to pull off her tee-shirt and reveal an "almost nothing" bra.

"A-Hah!" I exclaimed triumphantly. "You little hussy! You went over there dressed in this sexy bra under an innocent looking tee-shirt, in order to have your wicked way with one of the farm hands! I forbid you to wear this bra over to the farm ever again! In fact I forbid you to wear a bra over there at all!" At this we both collapsed with laughter, hugging each other.

We were really blessed with the weather. After lunch we decided to take a walk up the big hill and get a 360 deg view of the surrounding countryside. It is only a couple of miles to the top but it feels like twice that because it is all uphill and in some places quite steep. When we arrived at the top, we needed a rest. Rebecca had prepared a picnic and we spread our repast around us. After a while a bottle of wine to the good, she asked, "How high is this hill anyway?"

I looked at the map. "According to the Ordnance Survey, 1180 feet."

"So it is technically a mountain." She mused.

"Yes," I replied, "If it is over a thousand feet, it is classified as a mountain."

After some minutes of silence, she quietly asked." Have you ever made love on top of a mountain?"

"Has anyone made love on the top of this particular mountain?" I asked in return. Then, answering my own question, "probably not."

Rebecca lay back staring into the blue sky. "Do you think we should break its duck?"

"On one condition." I told her.

"What's that?"

"We have to be completely naked."

"Why wouldn't we be?" She asked.

"Someone might be scanning the view from somewhere else with a powerful pair of binoculars, and see us."

"They'd need a really powerful pair to actually see what we were doing." She replied.

"I think they'd get the general idea."

"Then undress me." She told me.

"I thought you'd never ask!" said I and moved in her direction. 

There followed a good hour of gentle caressing, touching and feeling. I ran my fingers over her flat abdomen, spreading my hands wide so my thumb almost reached her navel, whilst my little finger teased the hair of her pubes. She ran her fingers over my chest like little spots of rain. I did a similar thing to her belly, barely touching the skin. Eventually we kissed, gently at first and then slightly more vigorously, until overcome with passion, we thrust our tongues into the other's mouth. After a few moments of this, I slid on top of her and settled my prick at the drenched opening of her vagina. Her legs opened wide to accept me, then clamped themselves over my buttocks, pulling me into her.

Gentle slow strikes at first as her juices lubricated the contact point between my stiff engorged penis, purple with rage and her soaking labia and more importantly her prominent clitoris. Several times I stopped thrusting, enjoying the sensation of being so far inside her. She did nothing to try to hurry proceedings along other than tell me she loved me. Eventually our blood was up and we engaged in a fierce copulation which has us both groaning and sweating. Much to my disappointment, I came first, filling her uterus with my seed to the extent that my own nether regions were covered in it too. I tried to continue in and out but my erection dissolved and my prick was a limp thing no longer useful as a mean of producing progeny. I was determined to give her an orgasm, at least one.

I slid off her and inserted my fingers into the wet and sticky hole that only a few seconds ago, was taking the full length of my penis. I found her clit and to my immense relief she shuddered as her orgasm wracked through her whole body. I did not stop and thrice more she came. 

We both relaxed and fell back. "That was lovely!" She exclaimed.

"But you didn't come." I muttered. "Not as we made love."

"Yes I did!" She countered. "If you don't think the whole experience was actually making love then I'm disappointed in you!" She leant over and kissed me on the cheek. "It has been a perfect afternoon, and I am very happy."

We lay back and enjoyed a bit more sun on our naked bodies and perhaps dozed a little. I woke up to a throbbing sound, almost in my head, somewhere far away. As I became more awake, I realised that the throbbing sound was a helicopter. It was still some distance away, "Look!" I shook Rebecca, "We might be seen after all."

"Let's give them a wave." She suggested, so we did, standing up and waving both arms.

The pilot responded by turning on our direction and doing and performing an orbit with us at the centre. They as quickly as he arrived he was gone. "I wonder if he drinks in the Market Tavern?" I mused. This earned me a punch on the shoulder.

We started to collect our things together, when I dropped the wine bottle on to a plate from which we had been eating. Both broke. The pieces of glass and broken crockery happened to be laying on top of Rebecca's tee shirt, so it seemed logical in order to ensure that no glass should be left behind, to carefully fold the shirt over the pieces and wrap them in it. This was achieved and a search produced only a couple of shards that we had missed. These were collected and packed into our rucksack. "You'll have to wear my shirt on the way down." I told Rebecca. She nodded, rubbing her shoulders, since the sun was setting there was a definite chill coming down.

So having made sure we left nothing behind, we set of down the hill towards the caravan. As we walked I noticed that my shirt, which was a bit longer than usual, even on me, completely hid my wife's shorts. "You could wear that shirt when we go to Welshpool tomorrow." I suggested.

Rebecca inspected herself. "Hmm.. Not this one it's too sweaty. but the length's OK although it's a bit big round the hem, a bit billowy."

The length on her was just above mid thigh. Indeed she had worn dresses in the past which were shorter than that. "You know I have another clean one the same style in the van don't you? I'd love you to wear it with no panties on."

"To go shopping in Welshpool?" She asked, sounding surprised.

"Yes." I intoned.

"You are awful -- but I like you!" she said and gave me a sharp push so I almost fell over. "Well, all right. As you gave me such a lovely afternoon today, I will. But don't blame me if I get arrested!"

We arrived back at the van and I was given the job of disposing of the broken glass and crockery. I walked over to the rubbish bin and carefully picked out the glass and chips of earthenware from the shirt. I noticed that in a couple of places the glass had damaged the fabric, causing two or three small tears in the cotton. I was about to consign the shirt to the bin when a thought occurred to me. I think that shirt might just come in handy shortly.

"The shirt got damaged by the glass." I announced on getting back to the van.

"Rather that than leave anything behind up there." Rebecca replied.

"I was thinking......" I began. "You said you wanted to give Bruce a flash, you could always wear this shirt for the occasion."

"He won't see much through that, it's hardly torn at all." Rebecca rejected the idea.

"We........ we could always make the tears a bit bigger......" I suggested and waited for a reaction.

She thought for a moment. "OK. But I decide by how much!" She agreed!

We settled down in the van after dinner with some Rachmaninov playing on the stereo, (2nd Piano Concerto, I love the second movement, so melancholy, but relaxing at the same time.) It was the perfect end to the day. I was really looking forward to shopping in Welshpool, with Rebecca dressed only in my shirt.



Second Honeymoon Ch. 01



He couldn't believe he was acting like this with virtual strangers, but something about the exotic country and their uninhibited roommates seeming lack of embarrassment about being so openly sexual in front of them was affecting him. Although right now the things that were affecting him the most were feeling Michelle's touch on his excited cock through his pants and seeing the burning lust in her eyes when they parted their kiss.

They quickly crawled onto their bed and began to hungrily kiss and rip each other's clothes off. A loud moan from the other bed grabbed their attention and they looked over to see that Sam had been stripped to his boxers and Vanessa was now completely naked. He lay next to her as his tongue swirled around and around her stiff nipples. 

Michelle pulled Jon's attention back to their own bed by tugging off his pants and boxers in one motion. He was now completely naked and his hard cock stood straight out toward Michelle as they sat facing each other. She only had her bra and panties on and as she started slipping off her panties he unclasped her bra and tossed in across the room. Jon lay Michelle on her back and brought his mouth to her big, beautiful tits. He gently explored her tender skin with his lips and tongue and soon had her groaning in pleasure.

He glanced over at the other couple and saw that Vanessa had flipped over and was now sitting next to Sam as he lay on his back. She had her mouth wrapped around his cock and was bobbing her head up and down on him as he moaned lustily. Jon glanced up toward Michelle's face and saw that she too was watching the hot show from the other bed.

Jon and Michelle continued their wild foreplay as the couple on the other bed did the same. They took turns with first her sucking his hard cock and then him sucking her wet pussy. He returned to licking and sucking her tits for a while before they climbed into a 69 position with her on top of him. He couldn't see Vanessa and Sam around Michelle's leg but he guessed they had started to fuck based on the sounds he could hear. Michelle released his cock as the noise from the other bed intensified and he guessed that she was watching them.

Moments later she climbed off him and then repositioned herself over him with her pussy directly over his cock. She used her hand to guide him to her and then lowered herself down on him slowly until he was fully inside her warm, wet pussy. Jon looked over at the other bed as he slipped inside her and saw that Sam was in the process of fucking Vanessa from behind. On all fours he could see Vanessa's tits wobble back and forth from the force of Sam's thrusts. Sam seemed to be looking down at his own wife as he fucked her but Vanessa was watching Jon and Michelle. More specifically, she seemed to be watching Michelle as Michelle started moving herself up and down on Jon's hard cock. Michelle alternated between looking down at Jon and looking over at the other bed. Jon did the same and although he couldn't see exactly what Michelle was looking at when she was watching the other couple, he wanted her to be staring back at Vanessa.

Sam's fucking became stronger and he began to grope at Vanessa's ass as they fucked. She was now groaning with each of his thrusts and as she neared her orgasm she rested her head on the pillow and closed her eyes. Her expression looked as though she was completely lost in the pleasure of the moment. "Fuck yes," she called out, "oooooooo."  Jon could see her tense up as her orgasm started and watched her face closely as her orgasm played itself out. Almost immediately after she started cumming Sam began to slam himself into her even harder and then he too started to cum with a loud grunt. He pressed himself tightly against her as she started grinding her hips in a side to side motion. They maintained this position until their orgasms had passed and then Sam began to slowly fuck her again. 

As the other couple finished their fuck Michelle intensified her own fuck with Jon. By the time the other couple's orgasms had passed Michelle had her hands resting on the bed just over Jon's shoulders and she was rapidly driving herself up and down over him. Jon held her hips in his hands and periodically reached his head up to take one of her hard nipples into his mouth and give it a quick suck or swirl with his tongue. He loved fucking this way as it gave him a perfect view of her big tits as they bobbed and swayed from side to side while she moved over him.

Suddenly Michelle pushed herself upright over him and groaned loudly as she started to cum. Jon felt her pussy quiver and then really start to spasm around his cock as she pushed herself down on him forcing him fully inside her. She shifted her hips in a forwards and backwards motion that she often did when she came over him like this and wanted to intensify her sensation. Her orgasm was very strong and she moaned repeatedly as it took control of her and then finally passed.

When she finished Jon took hold of her sides and rolled her over onto her back. He positioned himself over her in the missionary position and quickly thrust his cock back inside her wet pussy. She took him with a low groan and he started fucking her with long firm strokes.

Jon noticed Michelle looking over at the other bed and he too looked over to see Vanessa and Sam watching them closely. Sam was lying behind her and looking over her shoulder. His arm was wrapped around her and he was caressing her tits softly. The dull light prevented him from really seeing Sam's face but in Vanessa's face he could see the same sort of wanton interest he had seen in his own wife's eyes earlier. Vanessa's hand was slowly rubbing her thigh and hip in a very sensual way that excited Jon.


"Do me hard," Michelle said. Jon immediately did as instructed and began pounding his cock into her with a renewed force. Their bodies slammed together and the bed creaked loudly. "Ohhh yes!" he called out as he started cumming into her waiting pussy. She groaned at the feel of him erupting inside her as he continued driving himself firmly in and out of her. His orgasm lasted a long while and when it was done he collapsed in an exhausted heap next to her. 

They kissed and caressed each other for a long time as they both recovered from their intense fuck. Jon glanced over at the other bed several times and often caught Vanessa looking back at them as she and Sam softly massaged each other. After more kissing and caressing with Michelle the effects of his alcohol and his efforts finally hit him and he fell into a deep sleep.

Saturday morning dawned warm and bright, but none of the four were awake to enjoy the day until it was almost noon. They slowly drug themselves out of bed and took turns in the shower before they all walked over to the small beachside bar and ordered lunch. As they ate a relaxed lunch Jon couldn't stop thinking about how hot the previous night had been and how hot both Michelle and Vanessa currently looked in their bikinis.

The quartet moved to the beach and set up there for the rest of the afternoon and evening. The waiters from the small bar made sure they were never without a beer or margarita. As the sun started to set Vanessa suggested another trip into town. They all agreed and moved back to the cabin to get ready. "How about we try out one of the dance clubs after dinner?" Vanessa asked. She added, "I've read they have some hot clubs here." Everyone agreed and Sam and Vanessa headed to the shower together. 

Jon and Michelle finished their turn in the shower and each toweled off. The air was so warm it took little time to get dry and they moved into the main part of the room wrapped in their towels. "Damn!" Jon thought. Almost as soon as the thought passed through his head he heard Michelle say, "Wow, you look hot!" Vanessa stood before them in a very sexy outfit that showed off her figure perfectly. Her short skirt hugged her ass closely and only covered the top parts of her thighs before it exposed her wonderfully tanned legs. On her feet she wore a pair of sandals with high platform soles and raised heels. Her top had a plunging neckline that dipped just low enough to make Jon yearn to see more. The shirt was very tight and stopped well short of her waist leaving her lean midsection exposed.

For his part Sam was smartly dressed in cream colored pants and a solid colored golf shirt. Jon dug through his suitcase happy they had packed some nicer clothes. He donned a black pair of slacks, black shoes, and a charcoal gray top. Not the most colorful, but he liked the simple look and he knew that Michelle liked how he looked in the outfit.

Michelle retreated into the bathroom to get dressed and when she emerged all Jon could do was whistle his approval. "Whew, you look fine," Vanessa exclaimed as Michelle twirled playfully before them. She wore a skintight pair of black pants and a bright red baby doll tank top. The top readily exposed her darkly tanned shoulders and arms. The front of the top made her big tits look very sexy and the low neckline left just a bit of cleavage exposed. She wore a simple pair of open sandals with flat soles. On their way out she grabbed a shear white jacket that added to her sexy look but really did nothing to provide warmth. After she put it on Jon could still clearly see the edges of her tank top and her dark shoulders through the sheer fabric.

They grabbed dinner before going to the club and as they ate Jon marveled at the two beautiful women across the table from him. Their beauty was very different, but both excited and appealed to him in their unique ways. It further excited him when he noticed that Vanessa and Michelle had garnered the attention of several of the male clients and staff who glanced at them often as they passed. 

After dinner they lingered and polished off a couple more rounds of drinks before asking for directions to a club. The waiter assured them it was the hottest on the island. They settled the tab and walked over to the club.

True to the waiter's words the place was jumping. The music was mostly salsa influenced with a few US hits tossed in for the tourists. All four spent the next few hours dancing and drinking. Later in the evening, as they took a break from dancing, they heard a huge commotion from the bar and turned to see what was happening.

They walked closer and as they got past the outer layers of the crowd they saw a woman, probably about 21 or 22, lying up on the bar. She pulled her shirt up to the bottom of her tits and sucked her stomach in slightly as the bartender prepared what he loudly declared to be a "body margarita". He poured a liberal amount of the blended margarita directly over her belly button before squeezing a lime section on and around the margarita. He then sprinkled a ring of salt around the liquid and stood back as he and most of the crowd stared at her stomach and admired his work. The crowd chanted and whooped as a man then sucked the alcohol off her before licking her skin where the bartender had poured the salt. The man continued to lick at her stomach for a little while longer as he collected all the remains of the "drink".

Three more women then took their turn up on the bar as the bartender again prepared the body margaritas on them before their boyfriends sucked and licked the liquid off them.

"Who's next?" the bartender called when the last woman from that group hopped off the bar. The bartender's eyes scanned the crowd and quickly set his sights on Vanessa. "Come on," he urged motioning at her, "your man looks thirsty."

It didn't take much prodding to get Vanessa to agree and the crowd called out wildly as she lay back on the bar. Sam stood next to her already looking a little glassy eyed. He had been drinking the most of any of them and was easily two or three drinks ahead of Jon already. The bartender poured the alcohol over Vanessa and Sam did a wonderfully lurid job of sucking and licking at her stomach until the crowd was whipped into a frenzy.

Jon had noticed Vanessa's nipples from the moment she had climbed on the bar. They were already poking against her top in her own excited anticipation of what she was doing. As Sam licked up the drink her nipples had only grown harder and stood out even more prominently. When she finally sat up Jon could barely pull his eyes away from the hard points at the end of her perfectly shaped tits. 

Before Jon realized she had done it Michelle released his hand and moved up to the bar just as Vanessa climbed down. Jon was still standing in surprise as Michelle climbed on the bar and pulled up her tank top. She motioned for Jon with a single finger until he joined her at the bar. The bartender poured the margarita and Jon took his time sucking at the alcohol and licking her stomach. He was very excited and his cock was getting hard in his pants. When he finished he helped Michelle down and noticed that her nipples had gotten as hard as Vanessa's had been. Clearly she enjoyed the drink as much as he did.

With a little more provocation from the bartender each woman climbed back up on the bar and the men repeated their drinks. Michelle took one more turn but Vanessa stayed up there as Sam took three more drinks off of her. "Would the lady like a drink?" the bartender asked motioning to Michelle as Vanessa still lay on the bar.

Michelle nodded and approached the bar clearly expecting him to hand her a drink. Instead her poured another "margarita" onto Vanessa and looked at Michelle as if to say, "I dare you". Jon was probably more shocked than anybody when Michelle stepped closer to Vanessa and lowered her head to take the alcohol off her stomach. Just as Sam had done before, Michelle licked at Vanessa's stomach slowly and teasingly until all the margarita was gone. The crowd was now in a complete frenzy as Vanessa got down from the bar. 

"Your turn," Vanessa yelled to Michelle over the din of the room. Again it was much to Jon's surprise that Michelle actually did crawl up on the bar and lie down. Vanessa proceeded to take a shot off her that was much more erotic than any they had already watched. Vanessa sucked down the majority of the drink quickly but then luridly let her tongue swirl around and around on Michelle's stomach until the bartender actually stepped in and parted them.

The crowd cheered wildly as the two women climbed off the bar and returned to Sam and Jon with wide, sexy smiles. The bartender bought them a round on the house that was followed by a few more free rounds from other customers grateful for the show. Sam downed his drinks rapidly but the others slowed their pace down much more.

They danced upstairs where there was a bit more room. Jon immediately noticed that Vanessa and Michelle danced together much more often now than before and often touched each other's arms or backs as they danced. During one number they had danced very closely together with Michelle putting one of her legs between Vanessa's. Jon's cock grew hard quickly as they swayed their hips from side to side sensually while they danced.

By the time they decided to leave Sam could barely walk. The others were also pretty drunk but he was clearly not in great shape. The cab ride back to the hotel was a near repeat of the previous night's with Vanessa wildly kissing Sam nearly the whole way back.

Jon and Michelle watched them more intently tonight. When the cab finally pulled up to their hotel and Jon turned around he made eye contact briefly with Michelle. She shot him sexy wink and licked her lips teasingly. They paid the driver and walked to their room.

Once inside things initially progressed just as the previous night with Sam and Vanessa wildly making out on one bed and Jon and Michelle doing the same on the other. Jon slipped off Michelle's jacket and then peeled off her pants. She pulled off his top and pants as he slipped her tank top off and looked down at her as she wore only a strapless bra and a skimpy pair of panties.

They had been so engrossed in stripping each other that neither had looked over at the other couple in several minutes. Jon unclasped her bra and they exchanged a needy kiss before they parted the kiss and simultaneously looked over at the other bed.

Vanessa sat at the edge of the bed staring at them lustfully. Jon could see Sam lying flat on his back behind her with his clothes partially removed. He apparently had passed out in his drunkenness in the middle of their foreplay.

Vanessa sat at the edge of the bed with her thighs spread slightly and one of her hands caressing her inner thigh. Her other hand was cupped around one of her tits and she slowly ran her fingers over it. She watched them with a burning lust in her eyes and a look of need that Jon could almost feel.

Michelle had been looking at Vanessa also and she sat up next to Jon. She hooked her thumbs on the sides of her panties and slipped them off as both Jon and Vanessa anxiously awaited her next move. She looked over at Vanessa and the two women sat staring at each other briefly. Without a word Vanessa moved over to their bed and immediately embraced Michelle in a very deep kiss. Jon stared in wild excitement as their lips passed back and forth against each other. Soon Vanessa's mouth opened and her tongue extended to Michelle's lips. Vanessa circled Michelle's lips a few times before Michelle parted her mouth and engaged Vanessa in a wild kiss. They let their tongues play back and forth for several long minutes as Jon watched in awe.

They continued their kiss as Jon moved behind Vanessa and began to massage her shoulders and neck. He moved her thick hair aside and rubbed her neck and before letting his fingers move down her back until he reached the bare skin on her lower back. He ran his fingers over and over her bare back before he slipped his hands around her and started to caress her bare stomach. 

Both women were still completely engrossed in their own kissing and fondling so Jon continued his exploration of Vanessa's hot body. He took hold of the bottom of her tight shirt and began to peel it away from her as he pulled it up. She had to part her kiss with Michelle, but with Jon pulling on the back and Michelle pulling on the front they soon had her top off and tossed onto the floor. Vanessa's sexy red bra was now all that kept her tits from Jon's sight and he immediately began to move his hands toward the clasp on her back. Michelle had the same thought and their hands met at the clasp. Jon pulled back and watched as Michelle expertly unhooked the clasp and Vanessa's bra fell away from her. Michelle tossed it aside, sat back for a moment, and stared at Vanessa's tits. Vanessa looked back at Michelle's naked body and Jon thought he might cum right there from the sheer sexual energy filling the room.

He pressed up behind Vanessa and wrapped his arms around her. He started by massaging the sides of her tits as Michelle started to kiss and lick her neck and shoulders. Very quickly Michelle moved her kisses down to Vanessa's tits. The combination of Michelle's teasing mouth and Jon's touch soon had Vanessa moaning in delight.

Jon guided Vanessa back until she was lying flat with Michelle over her sucking and licking at her tits. Jon took hold of Vanessa's skirt and worked the tight skirt down her thighs and off her legs. Her panties came off at the same time so when Jon looked at her again she lay totally naked with Michelle still suckling on her tits. 

Without hesitation Jon dove between Vanessa's thighs and began to greedily lick and suck at her dripping wet pussy. He drove his tongue inside her and savored her taste. She responded immediately and spread her legs wider for him. Soon she was groaning with pleasure as Michelle continued sucking her tits while Jon fucked her with his tongue. He sensed she was close to cumming so he removed his tongue from her and began to tease her excited clit.




Second Honeymoon Ch. 01



"Oh God!" Vanessa cried out as she immediately started to cum. Michelle sucked on her hard nipple and Jon shoved his tongue back up her pussy as far as he could reach. She orgasmed hard under her two new lovers and took several minutes to regain her breath and composure when her orgasm passed.

Jon continued to gently play with her pussy as Michelle sat up and used her fingers to massage Vanessa's tits. Jon looked up to watch Michelle touching her and stared excitedly as Michelle gently ran her fingertips around and around Vanessa's soft mounds. Vanessa lay back and seemed to bask in Michelle's touch for a long while.

Finally Vanessa raised her head and leaned over to Michelle's tit. Vanessa reached out her tongue and began to flick at Michelle's hard nipple. Michelle groaned wantonly and leaned back as Vanessa circled her tongue around her nipples. Vanessa continued teasing her nipples and then began moving outward circling her tongue and lips in spirals until she had covered every inch of Michelle's tit. When she finished she moved to the other tit and repeated the process in reverse so she concluded by sucking and licking at Michelle's hard nipple.

Michelle was obviously going out of her mind with desire and was groaning passionately as she rubbed Vanessa's back. Jon watched for as long as he could stand before he moved between his wife's legs. At his touch she spread her legs wide and groaned. She moaned, "Oh yes," as he began to drive his cock inside her. Jon couldn't remember feeing her pussy this wet and excited before. He easily slid all the way into her and began to smoothly fuck her as he watched Vanessa's hot mouth move from one tit to the other.

Vanessa then looked over at Jon and watched his cock disappear and reappear from Michelle's pussy. She moved her own face down toward Michelle's pussy. Jon had to lean back and readjust his position to give her room but it was well worth it when Michelle cried out, "Oh God! Yes!"

Vanessa had brought her mouth to Michelle's clit as Jon fucked her. Vanessa licked at and gently sucked Michelle's excited clit for only a short while longer as Jon kept up his fucking. Jon was concentrating hard on not cumming as he wanted this moment to last forever. Michelle couldn't take any more and she practically screamed, "I'm cumming!" Her body tensed and she bucked her hips up into Jon's cock and Vanessa's mouth. Vanessa kept her head steady and teased her clit further as Michelle's orgasm peaked.

Feeling her pussy react to her orgasm and seeing her cum with Vanessa's help was all Jon needed. With one last thrust he drove himself into her deeply and groaned loudly as his cock erupted with cum. The force of his jets surprised him and clearly shocked Michelle as she opened her eyes widely and looked at him wildly as he shot load after thick load into her.

When he finally finished he started to withdraw his cock from her and groaned as he felt Vanessa's tongue sliding along his shaft. He withdrew himself and sat back hoping she would suck on it for a while, but instead she dropped her mouth down over Michelle's pussy and replaced Jon's cock with her tongue. Michelle groaned in a lusty low tone as Vanessa began to probe and explore her with her tongue and lips. With a smooth movement Vanessa lifted her leg up and over Michelle's face and brought her own pussy down over her mouth. Jon shifted so he could see and watched Michelle immediately begin exploring the folds and creases of Vanessa's sweet pussy with her tongue.

Jon watched greedily as the two women teased each other's pussies in the 69 position for a long while. Both had cum recently so were able to control their second orgasms. Michelle alternated between teasing Vanessa's clit and driving her tongue in and out of her like a tiny dick. Although this was Michelle's first time at another woman's pussy she clearly had the knack of it as Vanessa was moaning often and grinding her hips from side to side over Michelle's mouth in excitement.

Vanessa concentrated on sucking Jon and Michelle's combined fluids out of her pussy first and then let her tongue play slowly over Michelle's clit. Vanessa then groaned loudly and raised her head just long enough to say, "Oh that's so nasty, I love it."

Jon shifted to see what Michelle had done to get such a reaction and was greeted by Michelle's tongue sweeping back and forth over Vanessa's asshole. Michelle loved it when Jon did this to her and it clearly had the same effect on Vanessa. Michelle continued licking at her asshole for a while longer as Vanessa became more and more excited. Michelle let her tongue slide back to her pussy and slipped it in and out of her a few times before moving to Vanessa's clit. Michelle teased it with a purpose and Jon knew that Michelle was ready to have her lover cum for her.

In turn Vanessa stepped up her teasing of Michelle and both woman drove each other to the edge of orgasm. Vanessa's started first as she moaned and orgasmed over Michelle's face. She kept working at Michelle's pussy as she came but was obviously distracted by her own pleasure. Michelle licked her clit eagerly as she orgasmed and continued teasing it softly and slowly fucking her with her tongue as Vanessa focused on making Michelle cum.

It didn't take long. Only a few minutes passed before Michelle cried out and started a considerable orgasm. Vanessa continued working on her pussy as Michelle's body writhed under the power of her orgasm.

Jon had watched the entire encounter with excitement and had started stroking himself when he couldn't passively watch any longer. By the time Michelle's orgasm finished his cock was hard again and ready for some relief. He knew what he wanted and hoped that Michelle wouldn't mind. 

After Michelle finished cumming Vanessa swung her leg over her head and paused for a moment on all fours. Jon figured she was probably intending on spinning around and continuing her embrace with his wife but he had another idea. Before she could move Jon positioned himself behind her and easily placed the tip of his cock at her wet pussy. Her reaction was all the encouragement he needed as she groaned deeply and pushed her pussy back toward him. He pushed forward at the same time and almost immediately was buried fully inside her.

Seeing Sam fuck her like this the night before had been amazing and Jon couldn't believe he was getting the chance to feel his cock in her pussy. He started fucking her with steady strokes as she groaned and matched his tempo with her own thrusts.

He had hoped that Michelle wouldn't get upset at his fucking another woman, and one look down at her told him he had nothing to worry about. She watched them closely but there was nothing in her eyes except a burning lust and desire. She shifted out from under Vanessa and sat down next to her. As Jon fucked her solidly Michelle reached under Vanessa and began playing with her tits. Jon groaned at the idea and remembered what her tits had looked like the previous night as they swayed erotically when Sam fucked her. Vanessa moaned as Michelle continued massaging her tits.

Jon's fucking became more heated and a little faster as he felt himself building to his final cumshot. He held her hips tightly and used them to guide her back and forth in an opposite tempo to his own. The effect was amazing and she felt so good wrapped around his cock. Her pussy felt amazing but very different from Michelle's. He marveled at the unique feel of her and watched as Michelle moved her hands to Vanessa's back and began to massage her. Steadily Michelle moved her hands down to Vanessa's ass and began to caress her as Jon continued his fuck. 

Michelle then moved around behind Jon and he groaned loudly when he felt her hand between his thighs. He parted them as much as he could and groaned again as she cupped his balls and started to gently massage him. He was now fucking a total wanton beauty as his sexy wife played with his balls. The mere thought of that combined with the intense sensation from both Michelle's touch and Vanessa's pussy caused him to quickly cum. He grunted loudly and drove himself hard into Vanessa as she pushed herself back into him. Michelle felt his balls jump and then felt the cum surge out of them as Jon emptied another surprisingly big load of cum inside Vanessa.

When he had finally spent his load Vanessa collapsed onto her stomach before him. Michelle fell down on her side next to her and Jon lay down on Michelle's other side. The three of them lay quietly together for a while before Michelle reached out and gently caressed Vanessa's back and ass as Vanessa returned her soft touch. Jon massaged his wife's back and caressed her tits as he watched her explore Vanessa.

Vanessa was the first to fall asleep. When they heard her deep breathing Michelle and Jon rolled over to face each other and embraced in a long, wet kiss. They exchanged a sincere "I love you" and held each other close. He kissed her ear softly and she returned the kisses to his ear. "That was so hot," she whispered before falling silent and then falling asleep shortly afterward. Jon only outlasted her for a minute or two and then also fell deeply asleep.



Second Honeymoon Ch. 02



It was very early in the morning when they had finished their wild fuck the night before, so nobody stirred in the cabin until the housekeeper knocked on the door at almost 1 pm. Jon staggered to the door and told the maid they didn't need any service. He returned to bed and lay down for a while to collect his thoughts. The knock and the bright afternoon light had been enough to cause the others to stir and it wasn't long before all four of them woke up.

Despite a long night's sleep Sam was still in really bad shape. He was heavily hung over and had a hard time even sitting up in bed. He looked over with a somewhat quizzical look as Vanessa crawled naked out of Jon and Michelle's bed, but either the meaning of it didn't register or he was too hung over to care. Vanessa moved over to him and tried to make him more comfortable. She helped him out of his clothes from the previous night and tucked him back into bed.

The other three took their turns in the shower and got dressed in casual clothes. Vanessa talked with Sam some more and then came out and met Jon and Michelle on the small patio. "Sam is still pretty wasted from last night," she said. "I don't think he is going to be up for anything today other than sitting in the room and recovering."

They talked about what to do and decided to go into town for a day of shopping. Vanessa said this was the perfect plan as Sam usually liked to be left alone when he was hung over anyway and he hated shopping. Jon didn't mind shopping so much and was more looking forward to spending the whole day with two beautiful women who had shared each other and him last night.

They took a cab into town shortly afterward and passed the day shopping and having a good time. In one shop Vanessa said she wanted to look for a new bikini. She said she had only packed one and considering how much they were wearing their suits she thought it would be good to get another. Michelle agreed it was a good idea and they dove into the rack of bikinis at the trendy little store as Jon found a chair in the corner and watched. They pulled out several selections and asked for the fitting rooms. The woman at the counter motioned to the back, but when they got there they only found one room behind a colorful curtain.

They shrugged at each other and entered together. Jon listened excitedly as he heard giggling and talking from behind the curtain. He envisioned the two of them stripping naked and modeling the various bikinis for each other. In his mind they also took some time to caress each other's tits and exchange a kiss or two.

They emerged laughing and talking a short while later. They each put all but one suit back on the rack and paid for their purchase. Neither women would show him the suit they picked and this served to really peak his interest.

Around dinnertime Vanessa called back to the hotel to see if Sam was up for diner, but he still was feeling bad. She said they would bring something mild back for him and then hung up. The three of them found a small restaurant off the main roads and enjoyed a nice meal. As they left Vanessa grabbed some tortillas and a big bowl of chicken soup for Sam which he eagerly ate upon their return.

He was clearly feeling better although he said his head was still pounding. "A little too many margaritas," he said with a sly wink toward Vanessa. "If my college days were any indication I should be good as new tomorrow."

That night they all sat on their cabin's patio and watched the stars come out in the night sky. They stayed out until the various bugs got to be too much to bear and retreated into their cabin.

Jon had hoped for a possible repeat of the previous night, but a part of him was exhausted and ready for a break. They had been partying and fucking pretty hard since they arrived. It seemed that everyone was in the same space as a few interested glances were exchanged as they prepared for bed, but ultimately all four of them crawled into bed early and fell asleep. 

The long night's sleep was just what Jon needed. He woke up Sunday morning feeling completely refreshed and ready to tackle just about anything. Vanessa and Michelle were also in high spirits as they talked excitedly about how to pass the day. Sam was over his hangover and happily joined in the day's planning. Since the previous day had been spent either shopping or recovering it was decided to head back to the beach in front of the hotel. The guys quickly changed into their suits and headed out to claim a spot on the beach. The women said they would join them in just a minute.

It was almost ten minutes later when Michelle and Vanessa joined the men on the beach. Vanessa wore a thin wrap that Jon had seen her purchase the previous day. It was light but covered her enough so they could not see what she wore underneath. Michelle wore a thin robe that she also had bought the day before. 

The women stood next to them for a moment to make sure they had the guy's attention. As the men watched Michelle untied her robe and opened it slowly revealing her new bikini. Sam didn't say anything but he stared eagerly and Jon merely said, "Wow!" Her new bikini was much more revealing than the one she had previously been wearing, and in fact was more revealing than anything Jon had ever seen her wear in public. Jon couldn't believe she had picked such an amazingly sexy bikini but he loved it.

She twirled slowly to give them both a full view of her new outfit. The top was little more than thin strings that went around her back and up around her neck. The only exception was when the suit passed over her tits. Then, the strings seemed to become marginally wider and were just wide enough to cover her dark nipples but little else. The tiny pieces of fabric did cover her nipples from view but left the rest of her tits exposed. The bottom was about the same with only an exceedingly thin piece of fabric covering her pussy. The back of the suit was a thong style so her ass was in full view. Large loopy knots held the suit together on both of her hips and in the middle of her back.

She lay down next to Jon and gave him a slow kiss. If Jon had his way he would have pushed her down and fucked her right there, but she pulled away from his kiss with a wink and they turned their attention to Vanessa. 

With a small flourish she pulled off her wrap and dropped it behind her. He wasn't disappointed. Her suit was technically a one piece rather than a bikini, but it was still amazingly revealing. It was made of a silver metallic material with tiny strips of the fabric in a V shape on her front. The fabric left much of her tits exposed to Jon's hungry stare and most of her upper body was left exposed on either side of the fabric V. The two strips of fabric met at her pussy and became a thong that left her ass completely exposed, a fact that Sam took advantage of by sneaking in a quick caress as she modeled her new suit. On her back the suit became a thin string that went straight up her spine to the base of her neck where it split and moved over each shoulder before rejoining the fabric at her tits. The suit left her sides completely open as not even a string crossed over her hips. She slowly twirled and accepted their catcalls and whistles with a wide smile. She finally lay down next to Sam and began to liberally apply her tanning oil as Jon tried not to stare too openly. 

They passed the day lounging and relaxing together. The women each received many looks from guys passing on the beach and Jon was proud to be with such a beautiful woman as Michelle.

Michelle, Jon, and Sam passed some time snorkeling in the water before returning to their spots on the beach. Vanessa didn't move much from her chair and was content to sit and read or just watch the other people on the beach. Jon partly suspected she didn't join them because of her suit. He guessed that if she started moving too much the suit might shift and start revealing the few parts of her that were currently covered. He felt his cock tingle slightly at that thought.

As evening approached they talked about how beautiful the beach was. Someone suggested spending the night on the beach rather than going into the city and everyone agreed. They planned to watch the sun set and the stars emerge from the comfort of the beach. They quickly pieced together a list of supplies and Jon and Sam set off to town to get what they needed.

They returned a little while later with some candles with insect repellant and a couple different kinds of alcohol. They ordered dinner from the small bar on the beach and sat readying for the sunset when the waiter brought their food. They finished eating just before the sun reached the horizon and all settled in to enjoy the show. The waiter returned saying it was last call, the little bar catered to tourists who relaxed on the beach and closed at sunset when the tourists typically went into town, and they each order a drink.

Drinks in hand they sat back to enjoy what turned out to be a remarkable sunset. The sky quickly grew black once the sun disappeared and the stars began to emerge one by one. The very warm evening air meant they were comfortable wearing about the same clothes they had worn all day. The two men had each put on a tank top while Vanessa had put on her light wrap. Michelle wrapped a sarong around her waist that covered her like a mini skirt, but she didn't cover her shoulders or tits.

More time passed and the evening's dusk changed into the night's darkness. The only light on the beach now was from the small sliver of moon and the multitude of stars that filled the sky. The small torches they had bought were now burning, and they released very little in the way of light but were doing a great job keeping the bugs away.

"I can't believe how quiet the beach is now," Michelle commented. Jon looked around and realized they couldn't see another person in any direction. They had set themselves up on the beach in such a way that they were fairly sheltered from view from their hotel, and there didn't seem to be any activity at all in the other small houses around the beach.

Vanessa also surveyed the surroundings and added, "Kind of makes me feel like doing something crazy. I mean, here we are on an exotic beach..." Her voice trailed off but she definitely had attracted the attention of the other three.

"What might you have in mind?" Sam asked.

"I'm not sure yet, but I'm sure it will come to me," she replied before standing up, slipping off her wrap and walking down to the water's edge. Jon watched her bare ass sway as she walked until he couldn't see it any longer through the darkness. She dipped her toe in and then walked into the water until she was submerged to her tits. "Come on in," she called, "the warm water feels great."

The others quickly got up and joined Vanessa in the water. They all swam and enjoyed the water for a few minutes, but soon the foursome moved close together and things quickly grew more sexual. At first the two couples simultaneously embraced in deep, passionate kisses as each couple fondled each other under the water. Things really started to get hot, however, when the couples parted their kisses simultaneously. Without saying a word but merely exchanging a look, the two women began their own hot embrace as Sam and Jon watched excitedly.

Once the women parted their kiss they went back to their partners before returning to each other. When the women parted their kiss for the second time they didn't return to their partners but instead went to the other man. Vanessa moved first and immediately wrapped herself around Jon and brought her lips to his. Jon responded right away and began fondling her under the water.

Michelle paused for only a moment before she moved to Sam and similarly engaged him in a deep kiss. Jon glanced over at the embrace and noticed that if Sam had any reservations about the situation he sure wasn't making them known. He eagerly responded to Michelle's kiss and Jon could only imagine what his hands were doing to her under the water. At first he wasn't sure how he felt about watching his wife wildly kiss another man, but since he had Vanessa's hot body wrapped around him he was clearly in no position to complain.

The foursome stayed in the water rotating partners through their deep kisses. When the men weren't kissing one of the women they watched excitedly as the two women exchanged long kisses. They kept up their mutual grope and kiss for a while longer before Michelle, much to Jon's surprise, whispered, "Let's go back to the room."

All four hurriedly gathered up their belongings off the beach and went back to their room. Both men clearly sported fully hard cocks that pushed obvious bulges in their suits as they rushed across the beach. It wasn't as obvious, but Jon could also see Michelle's nipples had hardened in her own excitement and pushed out against the thin fabric of her suit. 

As they entered the room Vanessa and Michelle held hands with each other and with their respective husbands. As soon as the door shut behind them the two women resumed their passionate embrace from the water. Jon couldn't believe how hot and sexy the scene before him was as he watched his wife's curvy, voluptuous body press excitedly into Vanessa's tight, lean body.

Sam was the first of the men to move and he quietly slipped behind Vanessa and started to rub her back. The women's kiss had quickly grown more intense and they now stood exchanging soft, probing kisses as their hands caressed each other's tits. Sam moved his hands down to Vanessa's ass and he started to massage and fondle her bare ass.

Jon watched the erotic scene before him continue for a short while longer before he moved behind Michelle. He immediately brought his hands to the big, loopy knot that held her top on and untied the knot. Her bikini top fell off into Vanessa's hands causing both women to moan softly and causing Jon's cock to surge with lust as he watched Vanessa continue caressing Michelle's now naked tits.

Her fingers softly explored the tender flesh of Michelle's big tits. The women were kissing less and less now as they became more and more engrossed in exploring each other's tits. Jon let his hands slide down Michelle's bare back and directly brought them to the knots holding her bikini bottom on. With two short tugs on the thin strings Michelle's bikini bottom fell to the floor.

Sam started removing Vanessa's suit and soon the two women stood before each other completely naked as their excited husbands stood behind them. Michelle was the first to turn around but Vanessa immediately followed her lead. The women met their husbands with wild kisses. Michelle's hands immediately found the knot at the waistband of Jon's suit and, once she found it, she pulled it until the knot was untied. She hurriedly pushed his suit down and Jon soon kicked his suit off to the side and returned to his embrace with Michelle as his hard cock pressed against her.

Vanessa took more time but soon she too had Sam's suit off and started caressing his hard cock as they kissed. She led him to the bed where she guided him down until he was lying flat on his back. Michelle followed her lead and soon both men were lying side by side on the bed.

The women both lowered their heads to their husband's cocks and began giving them blowjobs. Jon groaned as Michelle took him into her mouth and began giving him a nasty, hot blowjob. She wildly used her tongue, lips, and sometimes teeth until he was nearly out of his mind with lust.

He felt himself pop out of Michelle's mouth and he looked to see what she was doing. As they knelt over their men, the two women were now embraced in another hot kiss. Their tongues played back and forth for a long while, and when they parted their kiss the women quickly changed positions and resumed their blowjobs.

Jon groaned again when Vanessa's hot mouth encircled him. Vanessa used much more tongue than Michelle did and Jon marveled at the amazingly different feeling of her mouth on him. As she sucked she played with his balls to further drive him wild.

After a while longer the women swapped partners again, but this time they both mounted their men and started fucking them. Jon watched Michelle's gorgeous body move up and down as she fucked him. As usual, he was drawn to staring at her tits as they swayed across her chest hypnotically. He brought his hands up and pinched and teased her nipples to further her excitement. 

Jon wanted this fuck to last as long as possible and he was concentrating hard to avoid cumming. As Michelle continued riding him Sam groaned loudly next to him and Jon looked over to watch Sam cum as Vanessa fucked him. She continued riding him until he spent every last bit of his cum inside her. 

Hearing Sam cum and watching Vanessa ride him as he came pushed Jon too far to control. He looked back at Michelle and they made eye contact for a moment before he grunted and practically exploded inside her. She fucked him expertly as he came and flexed her pussy muscles to milk every last drop of cum from him.

Almost as soon as Jon finished cumming the two women embraced in another hot kiss as they each sat with their man's wilting cock inside their pussies. They resumed fondling each other's tits and soon had worked themselves into a near frenzy of lust. Vanessa climbed off Sam first and walked around to between the two beds. Michelle climbed off Jon and joined Vanessa as they crawled on top of the other bed.

Vanessa lay flat on her back with Michelle on top as they kissed and let their hands roam all over each other. Soon Michelle turned around and lowered her face between Vanessa's spread thighs. Vanessa spread her legs wider and groaned loudly as Michelle's tongue made contact with her excited pussy. She took hold of Michelle's hips and pulled her over on top of her until Michelle was straddling her face in the 69 position. As Michelle continued to lick and suck at Vanessa's pussy Vanessa raised her head and returned the favor to Michelle.

Jon moved over to the other bed and sat quietly on the edge as he watched the lurid scene play out in front of him. The two women teased each other for a long time before they brought each other to the brink of orgasm. Vanessa finally pushed Michelle past the brink first. Michelle raised her head and happened to make eye contact with Jon just as she cried out from her orgasm. Jon had never seen her look sexier than she did at that moment with Vanessa's juices and Sam's cum all over her face as she came wildly with her face just inches above Vanessa's pussy.

Michelle came hard and long and as soon as she was done she lowered her head to Vanessa's pussy and began to wildly tease her with her tongue. Vanessa was soon moaning loudly from underneath her. As Michelle encircled her excited clit with her tongue Vanessa's orgasm finally overtook her. She practically screamed out as Michelle continued to probe and tease her clit all throughout her orgasm.

When Vanessa had finished Michelle rolled off of her and crawled over to Jon. They met with a soft kiss and began to lightly caress each other. Jon could taste Vanessa from her lips and was wildly excited by that.

Sam had watched the women's actions from the other bed and had been stroking himself when Vanessa finally came. Vanessa stayed lying flat on her back after Michelle moved away and Sam came over and sat next to her. He leaned down and tenderly kissed her lips and then cheeks as Vanessa stayed motionless.

As Jon and Michelle continued their soft embrace and watched, Sam began to give Vanessa a full body massage. Jon felt himself growing excited as he watched Sam's hands slide over and explore every part of Vanessa's hot body. He and Michelle moved to the other bed together and watched as Sam began to focus his attention on Vanessa's tits. 




Second Honeymoon Ch. 02



We are a married couple of ten years and this is the story of a break in the country we enjoyed with out our two boys, who are living it up with my parents. We in the meantime are seeking to live it up and revitalise our sex life, by behaving like naughty teenagers for a week. We have chosen to take our caravan to a remote farm that we know well in mid-Wales.

For those of you who don't know the area, Welshpool is a small market town in mid-Wales having a population of around 7,000 people. It also has a restored narrow gauge railway and a canal. It is the major shopping town for the villagers living around there. My wife Rebecca and I were planning a morning shopping trip in the town and as part of a reward for me giving her a good fucking, she was going to wear nothing but shoes and one of my shirts, whilst we visited the town. I fetched the milk from the farm and saw no-one at all so I was quickly back.

"I'm ready!" Rebecca called out as I was tidying up the car. One of her bras had been thrown into the back a couple of nights before, together with her panties and I was determined to find them. (If only to deprive her of the use of them for the rest of the holiday). 

She, as agreed was wearing one of my Cotton Traders Piques, which is essentially a long, collared, short sleeved, tee shirt. When I say long, let us just say, it almost comes to the top of my thighs, when I wear it. I am somewhat larger in girth than she, so on her it is not only slightly too short to wear as a dress (which is exactly what she is intending to do), it is let us say, "generous" in hem circumference. All this was supplemented by a slit of about an inch and half up each side. It was the "billowing" probability which concerned (excited?) her about wearing it in public. In fact her last words to me the night before had been, "Don't blame me if I get arrested!"

Before we set out I made sure that I had the camera with me. As she climbed into the car, the hem of her shirt, slid further up her thighs than even I had expected. "Bugger me Terry. I bet you saw everything then!" She exclaimed. I was standing by her side of the car and indeed I did catch a glimpse of her glorious little quim. However I calmly reassured her that I saw nothing other than thigh flesh.

"Hmm." She muttered, "I am not sure I believe you." The shirt was off white with tiny horizontal yellow stripes spaced about an inch apart, which matched the collar colour. There were three buttons down the front but even with them all undone, there was no possibility of any cleavage showing. This was compensated for by the fact that as she became more aroused by what she was about to do, her nipples became more prominent, I think "Pokies" is the correct term to be applied. 

In addition to the shirt, all she was wearing were her earrings and some flat shoes. She was all excited and apprehensive about our proposed adventure and it showed in her behaviour as we drove the twelve miles or so into the town. When we arrived, we drove through the main streets looking for a car parking place. I particularly wanted to find a kerbside space, because I had noticed with all her fidgeting, she was not now sitting on her shirt. It had in fact, wrinkled up behind her, to the extent that it was only a couple of inches or so below her waste. Therefore it would be impossible for her to get out of the 4x4 without at least showing her bum to any passers-by. Rebecca was (apparently) unaware of her situation, either that or she had done it deliberately. I kept glimpsing at the amount of leg she had exposed, right up to her hip.

"Why don't we park in the supermarket car park?" She asked rather grumpily, "There was plenty of room the last time we drove past."

"We are not necessarily going into the supermarket." I replied. "It would be dishonest to use their car park as we are not customers." 

"Hmmph!" she muttered. But then almost miraculously a car pulled out of a spot right in the middle of the busiest street. So I quickly pulled into the vacated space. "Thank God for that!" she moaned. I noticed that with her grumpiness her nipples had retracted somewhat and were not quite so noticeable. I hoped it would not be long before they were at their perky best again.

I stopped the car. "Wait until I open the door for you like the gallant knight that I am." I said, almost feeling guilty about what I was going to do. As I dashed round to her side of the car I noticed that I had stopped immediately outside the entrance to the indoor market. "Plenty of footfall here." I thought. I flung open the door and gave a view to all those leaving the market of Rebecca's legs from ankle to hip. She then compounded her situation by getting tangled up in the seat belt as she slid down from her seat.

I was delighted with the result. The seat belt buckle caught under her shirt and lifted it right up to her waist! Pubes on show already! I could hardly believe it. I almost became erect in a certain department instantly. She untangled herself, pulled down the hem of her shirt to its normal level and stepped on to the pavement. She said nothing, but her nipples had suddenly risen to attention, so perhaps she had been aware of what was going to happen after all.

She took my arm as we entered the market. "Happy now?" She enquired. "After my little display?" She looked at me and said, "I knew what your little game was as soon as I realised my shirt had ridden up. So I did that thing with the seat belt so it looked like an accident, but I thought it would be a good flash to start." As we ambled through the market I reached over and gave one of her nipples a tweak. "What are you doing?"

"Isn't it obvious? I'm feeling your tits." I commented

"In broad daylight?"

"You didn't object yesterday." I told her.

"Yesterday we weren't in a crowded high street!"

"Do you want me to stop then?" I asked.

"I didn't say that."

"You want me to carry on then."

"Well.... I...... If you make it a little less obvious...... then you can if you like."

"Do you want me to." I pressed her.

"Oh!..... Hell!.....Yes I do like it and I do want you to touch me in places that you normally wouldn't when we're in public! OK?"

"Tell me which parts you want me to touch." I insisted.

"Use your imagination!"

"No. I want you to enjoy this day as much as me and that means you should be specific about what you want, and where you like to be touched." I told her firmly.

"How about .......... right .. up......... the high street!" She laughed. That was precisely where we happened to be by now as we had completed our tour of the indoor market. I put my arm around her waist and shifted it up a little bringing her hemline with it. "Is anyone watching?" she whispered. "No don't look round!"

"How am I supposed to see if anyone is watching if I don't look round?" I asked.

"Look for reflections in a shop window." She suggested. We turned to face the window of an antique shop and looked for observers. "Any luck?" she asked quietly.

"I'm not sure. Let's go inside this shop and see if we are followed." We went into the shop which was crammed with goods of all descriptions. There was an open tread staircase going up to the upper sales floor.

"You go upstairs, I'll see if we are being tailed."

"Ok." She agreed and slowly climbed the stairs, making no attempt to hide the impressive amount of bum that she was showing. I pretended to find something of interest just inside the door and kept watch. I was right! We were being followed. A long haired hippy of, I guessed, mid thirties, came into the shop, saw me and smiled. Just then Rebecca called me. "Terry, come up here a moment I have something to show you!" I looked up and saw her standing at the top of the stairs, her legs just slightly apart, her vagina in full view. The only other person who clocked this display was the hippy type standing next to me. I exchanged a nervous smile with the hippy, who then, a few paces behind, followed me upstairs. 

On reaching the top of the stairs, Rebecca whispered to me "I saw you looking you naughty boy!"

"We have company." I hissed.

Then the hippy woman spoke "I know what you're doing."

"I beg your pardon?" I asked her, now having a closer look at her. She had a pleasant face, and was not unattractive. I was surprised how clean she looked. Her clothes consisted of lots of scarves over what appeared to be a small leather waistcoat. Her skirt was ankle length and black, but appeared to be of good quality material.

"Your wife was flashing her body. I saw her get out of the car. I gave her the benefit of the doubt that that little episode could have been an accident. However other little things you have done, have proved to me that you are deliberately showing her off!" She said all this in a non threatening voice and smiling all the time.

Rebecca started "I fear you are mistaken......." 

"Come on love!" The hippy interrupted, "Lots of women would like to do it, but most lack your courage, for which I salute you." Then she added, "I do it all the time...Look!" She parted her scarves and revealed quite the most beautiful pair of breasts I have ever seen. "And see?" She pushed one leg through her skirt which appeared to be made of simply strips of the nice black material only attached to her waistband. Her leg appeared right up to the point where it wasn't leg any more. With the help of her hand a hairless pussy was revealed. "You see? We are both on a mission to get ourselves exposed." 

Rebecca and I went over to the corner of the upper saleroom and stood behind some tall furniture in the centre of the room. "Becca, I'm sorry, I'll get you out of this." I whispered.

Rebecca whispered back. "I don't think she's too bad, one thing for sure she's sussed us out pretty quickly and she's prepared to give as well as receive. I think she could give us a few tips." 

"Good move coming over to this corner." It was our hippy friend. "You're out of sight of the CCTV just here." She thrust her hand forward, "My name is Mandy, what's yours?"

"Rebecca." My wife answered immediately shaking the outstretched hand, "This is my husband Terry."

Mandy reached out and lifted the hem of Rebecca's shirt to her waist. I was astounded, not only at the cheek of the woman, but also that my wife allowed her to do it. "Very nice." She mused, "Have you ever thought of shaving? Like this?" She spread the front of her skirt back so that she was bare from hip to hip. "Feel it, go one feel it, you'll find it is so smooth. Go on!" I stood and watched as I saw my wife's hand slide over another woman's pubis. "What do you think?" Mandy asked her.

"It....it ... it is very smooth......" Rebecca gasped.

"You try it." Mandy said, turning to me.

"I.. Really... don't....I... I...." I stammered.

"Don't be such a wimp!" Mandy scolded me. "Touch me there and then tell me you wouldn't prefer your wife to shave hers. It is so much better when you go down on her, she is much more sensitive and you don't get hairs in your teeth." 

I hesitated, "Try it Terry and tell me what you think." Rebecca was encouraging me to feel another woman up and in public. Although, if the truth be known, no-one could actually see us. This would be particularly true if as Mandy had said we were in a blind spot of the surveillance system. Somewhat in a daze I slowly extended my hand and felt the smooth velvety mound of our new acquaintance. I touched her with the back of my hand at first, but then turned my hand over and my fingers traced the shape of two damp labia lips. It was all so surreal I don't know how we came to get into this situation.

Mandy spoke, "Will you join me for coffee, I could pass on some advice if you are to continue with your little flashing adventure."

"That would be lovely." Rebecca answered immediately.

"Would you prefer a café or come to my place, I live just round the corner?" Mandy asked.

Before Rebecca could answer, I said, "I think a café would be better."

Mandy turned to me her bottom half still exposed. "How wise. No doubt you want to have a chat. If you don't mind, I'll nip back to my place and get changed and meet up with you in say fifteen minutes?" We agreed and left the shop together. Mandy pointed out a nice looking tea shop into which we went and she sped off up an alley. 

" Well!" I remarked. "I never thought our day would turn out like this!" 

Rebecca laughed. "I think she is funny and not at all afraid, I wish I had her confidence."

"Do your really want to wait for her?" I asked, "shouldn't we just make a run for it?"

"Where's your sense of adventure?" she asked. "We came here to get some excitement and it seems, we are about to get some!"

I chuckled and had to agree. "Ok then we'll sit here and hear what she has to say, the decide whether to go with it or make our excuses and leave."

Rebecca put her hand on mine on the table, and said "I think the day is likely to get better rather than be spoilt. I like her, and I think she is trustworthy."

"Trustworthy!" I gasped, "You've only known her a few minutes and you call her trustworthy."

"I trusted her enough to let you put your finger up her cunt!" Rebecca said sharply.

"I did not........."

"You came pretty close." She retorted. Then thoughtfully added, " But then....I don't think I would have been upset if you had." 

"I can see you have ordered" said a voice which turned out to be Mandy's. However the woman who uttered those words looked more like the vicar's wife than a hippy. She smiled, "surprised at the transformation?" We nodded in unison. "Mandy is only one of my disguises, I have several, this is another. "When I am dressed like this I am Elizabeth, but actually my real name is Margaret." She was dressed in what looked to be an expensive pleated silk blouse, tan in colour, over a midi length skirt that looked the epitome of modesty.

"What a surprise." I uttered, "you are clearly are not in flashing mode dressed like that."

"What makes you think that?" she asked.

"Well ...I....don't see how....."

"Take a closer look Terry," she turned a little away from me and what I saw nearly made me fall off my chair. The pleats in her blouse were not pleats at all, but strips of silk not attached to each other, through the gaps I could clearly see the full profile of her left breast. "And," she added, If you care to direct your gaze lower......" The modest midi length print skirt turned out to be a wrap over. Suddenly she was bare to the hip again on one side. She didn't appear to have done anything to alter the coverage of her body but suddenly a flick of her skirt and she was the vicar's wife again.

My wife hadn't seen anything of this, but judged from my reaction that I had. Margaret shifted slightly in her chair and Rebecca was as surprised as was I at the exposure. "How........?" she murmured.

"Sometimes subtlety has a more dramatic effect." Margaret explained. "Oh I also like the ultra short mini-shirt and no underwear, or the extremely tight poured into pencil skirt, one that shows up every little mound." She smiled as she said "mound" then added "if you know what I mean." She leant forward to speak confidentially "Do you want to continue your adventure with the benefit of an instructor of great experience?"

"Yes." Rebecca answered instantly. 

"Right then, I have a few items to get from the supermarket, which is as good a place to start." Margaret told her. "Shall we go?" She held out her hand to Rebecca who took it and off they walked. I hastily put some money on the table hoping it would be enough and followed them, half expecting to be called back to settle the bill. I caught up with them and Margaret said to me, "I notice that you have a camera with you, why don't you drop back a little and takes lots of pictures -- of both of us!"

I rapidly got the camera out of its case and prepared take some shots. I was almost too late for the first one. Whilst they were still in the high street, Margaret slid her arm round Rebecca and lifted the back of her shirt up almost to her waist then very quickly rubbed her middle finger up and down in Rebecca's bum crack. It was all over in half a second and I almost missed it. They walked into the car park and deliberately took a route to the shop that involved them squeezing between closely parked cars. In Margaret's case, this meant that her wrap around skirt often didn't cover her at all. There were two cars parked so close together that they had to turn sideways to get through. Clearly under instruction, Rebecca, went up on tip-toe to get past the mirrors of the cars and when between them, her loose skirt draped over both mirrors, she went back down on her heels. The shirt caught on one of the mirrors and lifted the hem right up to above her hip. I got a good shot of that one.

So the women entered the supermarket. Rebecca was taught to variously bend over to examine the bottom shelf or to go down on to her haunches to do the same. Once when she was bending over, Margaret walked nonchalantly past and flicked Rebecca's shirt half way up her back. The looseness of the shirt allowed it to slide a good way up, meaning that she was completely exposed from above the waist down to her feet. To me it seemed that she was remarkably slow to react. Margaret joined in somewhat too, bending into freeze cabinets and allowing the pleats in her blouse to open up completely. She would go down on her haunches and show Rebecca how to allow her skirt to slide up her thighs. I got several good shots of Margaret's smooth pubes seemingly winking at me. When Rebecca next haunched down, deliberately or not, she went over backwards and lay laughing with what had been my shirt (I had long since decided to give it to her to wear on a regular basis preferably in public) up around her breasts. 

Margaret bent down to say something to her and in doing so placed her hand directly on her upper thigh. Momentarily Rebecca's hand disappeared up Margaret's skirt before Margaret pulled Rebecca to her feet. Then they headed towards the checkout. I could see Margaret talking constantly and quietly to my wife, who was carrying the wire basket with the purchases in it. Rebecca "carelessly" allowed the hem of the shirt to catch on the edge of the wire basket and as she crooked her arm to lift the basket higher, the fabric rose and exposed almost all of one buttock indicating that should there be any doubt on the matter, the shirt was her only garment.

I caught up with them giggling together after leaving the supermarket. "did you get some good pictures," Margaret asked.

"Yes loads," I enthused. 

"Let's go down to the canal lock to take some more then." She replied. So of we walked. The lock seemed to be a good place as it offered opportunities for lots of up skirt type photographs. Including skirts and legs well apart, draped either side of the lock beams. I took some of the women together, holding hands, arms around each other etc. Then the girls took pictures of each other. Eventually we left the lock and went along the towpath to an arched brick bridge. I got a really beautiful shot of the two of them together leaning against the parapet of the bridge, their near hands clasped together. Then they went down to one side of the bridge and I caught up with them standing very close together. When they ascertained that I was ready, their hands disappeared into each other's clothes and suddenly Rebecca pulled open Margaret's skirt and blouse, whilst she in turn lifted Becca's shirt right up over her breasts. I had got several shots of variations of this pose, when suddenly Margaret whipped Rebecca's shirt right off!

Rebecca was initially shocked at this, but almost immediately accepted it as the ultimate goal for any flasher, to be completely naked in a public place. She stood there like that for a few seconds before quickly donning the shirt quickly again. She admonished Margaret, who simply opened her arms in an invitation to do the same to her. Rebecca satisfied herself by merely removing Margaret's blouse, until that is I was aiming the camera at them. Then she quickly undid the clasp holding Margaret's skirt up, which then fell to the floor. Margaret did nothing to hinder this action and posed for the camera completely naked. Suddenly Rebecca pulled her own shirt off again and they both posed for me momentarily, two nudes together. 




Second Honeymoon Ch. 02



I then clocked a couple of lads peering over the bridge parapet, they clearly wondered why I was taking so many photographs of an ordinary canal bridge. The girls quickly got dressed and we walked back towards the town. "Let's see the pictures then!" Rebecca demanded. But the little screen did not do the pictures justice.

"You'll have to wait until we get back to the caravan, when I've loaded them on to the laptop." I told her.

"But Margaret won't be able to see them then." She protested. We were at a loss as to know what to do. "Could you e-mail them to her?"

"I could but it would take for ever, there are so many of them." I told her.

"Then she should come back to the caravan with us and see them." Rebecca announced.

Doubts were expressed by both me and Margaret. But Rebecca wouldn't be swayed. Eventually it was agreed that Margaret would follow us in her car, which she would leave at the bottom of the track and come up the rest of the way with us. She would be our guest for lunch and we would have a mass viewing of the snaps.

As we drove away from the town. "Have you enjoyed your day?" I asked Rebecca.

"I'm surprised you even have to ask that question." She replied. "What to you think of Margaret?" she asked me.

"I think she is fun, but a bit full on." I said. "Did you feel pressured into doing anything that you didn't want to do today?" I asked.

"At first I was a bit apprehensive, but I soon warmed to what she was telling me to do. I'm so glad we met her though. I think she is very sexy, don't you?"

"Yes.... I... ..Suppose she is." I confessed. "And very confident with it. Did you find it embarrassing when she started interfering with your clothes by the bridge."

"I found it very sensual...... and.... to some extent I was expecting it." She said quietly. "It was some of the things she said to me whilst we were in the supermarket. She indicated that she ....... sort of... well, fancied me if you want to know!"

"Is the feeling reciprocated?" I asked my concern now showing.

Rebecca didn't answer for a long time, so I was expecting something along the lines of what she said. "I think they possibly are...... Oh! I don't know! I haven't been with a girl since I was fourteen, when we just kissed and felt each other's tits. I've forgotten what its like and perhaps I have the opportunity to find out for a second time." 

We arrived at the bottom of the forestry track. "You'd better ride up there in the back with her then and see if it comes back to you."

"You don't mind?" she asked quietly

"As long as I can take the photographs!" I joked.

I was dumbfounded when she replied "I'd like that."

Margaret parked her car on the verge well out of the way of any traffic and came over to get into the back of the car, she seemed a bit surprised when Rebecca joined her. As I drove up the rutted track I heard them talking quietly, but couldn't hear what was being said. Certainly Margaret was suddenly very pleased about something and I saw them exchange a quick kiss.

We arrived at the caravan and Rebecca provided a light meal. After which I started to download the photographs on to the laptop computer. "These are raw pictures." I warned them, "Some might need cropping or other manipulation to get the best out of them."

"Mmmm! Manipulation! That sounds fun!" Rebecca joshed. I put the laptop where we could all see it, but I had it in mind to have the camera handy just in case so to speak. The two women sat curled up on one of the settees, not far from each other. There were over two hundred photographs to watch and as I have already said, my laptop is a slow old thing, so it was gong to take some time. 

By the time the first twenty had been shown, Margaret and Rebecca were holding hands. By the time we got to number fifty, they were cuddling up to each other. It was at that point I started taking more photographs. By the time the show was half way through, although their eyes were fixed to the screen, their hands were inside the other's clothes.

It was about three quarters of the way through before they were all but undressing each other. I was getting aroused myself at what was happening before me, but I was beginning to get worried that I might run out of space on the memory card in the camera. I had to ration myself from taking too many other shots. We finally reached the last couple of shots where they were both naked by the canal bridge and they were watching somewhat moist eyed. This all changed with the very last shot which I had widened out to show the two boys leaning over the parapet staring down at the two naked women. 

Rebecca guffawed. "I didn't realise they were there"

"I know the one on the right," Margaret sighed, "what's more he knows me!"

"Does it bother you?" Rebecca asked her.

"Not a bit!" Margaret exclaimed and kissed Rebecca full on the mouth.

I decided to upload the latest pictures I had taken in the caravan to the computer before I lost the opportunity. "We're going for a walk, I want to show Margaret the pond." Rebecca said, and off they went. As soon as I had cleared the card on the camera I followed them. I crept up behind the reeds camera at the ready.

I spotted them sitting on the "beach", side by side, their knees pulled up and their hands clasped around them. I could clearly see Rebecca's pubic hair and Margaret' wrap skirt had been unwrapped so that her legs were completely uncovered. Then they looked at each other, said something and stood up. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed. It was not a long kiss but it was a sensuous one. They turned around from time to time and I could see that, whether they knew it or not, they were edging closer to the water's edge. 

Margaret spotted what was happening and clearly suggested a paddle. They went in ankle deep and cooled their feet in the hot afternoon sun. Gradually they went a bit deeper into the water, say shin deep, Margaret's skirt was now brushing the surface. Suddenly Rebecca pulled her into deeper water, where it was thigh deep. Margaret was shocked for a moment, but almost instantly both women were laughing.

With the amount of pulling and pushing going on, it was inevitable what was bound to occur. Rebecca was suddenly dumped into a deeper part, about breast height, but it made little difference as to how wet she became as Margaret had already pushed her under. I was interested to see how prominent Rebecca's breast and nipples were through the wet shirt. Margaret's blouse however had become completely transparent, outlining those beautiful breasts superbly. They continued to frolic in the pond, turning the water a dirty muddy colour as they disturbed the silt on the bottom. Then they stood in the deepest part, just their heads and shoulders clear of the water, kissing.

Watching (and taking photographs) I saw Margaret lifting Rebecca's shirt off over her head, a couple of hugs and cuddles, and Margaret's blouse was also seen to disappear from her shoulders. Their further movements indicated to me that her skirt had also bee disposed of. After a while they emerged from the water carrying their clothes. They began to walk back up to the caravan, I joined them and Rebecca asked If I had managed to get some good shots. I confirmed that I had. Upon arrival I arranged the folding chairs outside, whilst the girls rinsed through their garments and hung them out to dry.

I got out some beers and we sat and talked. During our chat we told Margaret something of our lives, and we learned about her. She lived alone, she was thirty seven years old and she was of the professional classes, being a freelance accountant, working mainly for local farms and businesses. She had been into exhibitionism pretty well all her adult life. It started when she was about fourteen, when she joined a young cheerleaders group in Penkridge in Staffordshire which is where she was born. Her mother was a bit of a non-conformist, always having her own style of dress. Her mum was very much influenced by the free love movement in the late 1960's and her dress sense had subsequently comprised of cotton voiles and other flimsy materials. Margaret swore that she was convinced her mother had never owned a bra in her life. Margaret herself was the product of a one night stand in the foam at a foam disco in Corfu.

"Mother never made any secret of the fact of how I was conceived." Margaret told us. "I never knew my father, or even his nationality, indeed neither did my mother, as she confesses that she had sex with so many boys in that foam that night, she has no idea who impregnated her. She had worn a flimsy little mini-dress to the club which virtually disappeared when it got wet in the foam. In fact later on it did disappear and she had to borrow a tee shirt from the organisers of the wet tee-shirt competition to get back to the hotel wearing at least something. She thought it all a great adventure and was not at all phased be her pregnancy." 

"She sounds quite a woman." I suggested.

"Indeed she is, she is still alive and still living in Penkridge." Margaret replied. "She was always very open about sex and I knew virtually as much as I do now, by the time I was twelve. I had my first sex with a boy when I was fourteen and fully with a girl when I was fifteen, although I and other girls had fooled around with each other before that." 

"Did your Mother know?" Rebecca asked.

"Of course she did! Both occasions happened in our house. Indeed that with the boy was in my mother's bed. She was of the opinion that if I was going to have sex, it would be much better if it was in a safe environment, with her on hand if anything was to go wrong. The boy stayed for tea as I remember."

"The cheerleaders group was a junior and feeder team to an older group. The big girls had quite a reputation for their antic on and off the field. Of course we younger girls attempted to copy not only their routines but their mode of dress too. One day the older girls had been booked to display for a big match at the local Rugger club. And unknown to their coach until it was too late, they all wore skimpy panties beneath their skirts instead of the regulation design. They were a tremendous hit (later a modification to their uniform was made to allow slightly more revealing panties). Most of the girls in the team ended up in the big bath with the players that night."

"We younger girls of course wanted to emulate the older girls, but our trainer was not having that! She compromised by allowing us to wear pretty well what we liked on practice nights, when the only people who would see us were the other team members and her. We enjoyed teasing our coach as we were all convinced she was a raging lesbian, so our training night clothes became skimpier and skimpier. As result some of the older girls encouraged us to break the rules. One brought in some split crotch panties for us all to wear for practice. They were a great hit with us, but they chafed so we didn't wear them again. It was great fun though, as the coach was visibly excited by the end of the night as we could see a damp patch on the front of her tracksuit."

"Some of us girls who went to the same school wore them a couple of times to classes and then sat nonchalantly on the school playing field, being careless with our skirts. I went on from there I never joined the older Cheerleaders team, indeed it's reputation got so bad that a couple of years later it was disbanded. Three of the girls went on to form a pop trio. I think their mode of dress was bigger draw than their singing. But they lasted several years. I and two other girls tried to follow in their footsteps but it was all punk then and girl groups were not that popular, no matter how little they wore."

"Tell us about your different personas." Rebecca asked.

Margaret continued, "Well I wanted to ring the changes, from just wearing low cut, short mini-dresses with nothing on underneath, So I invented Holly first. She specialises in cropped tops and very short shorts. I have some that disappear into my bum crack leaving most of my buttocks bare. I have another pair that are three inches too small around the waist and they are laced together with a leather shoelace. Others do not meet at the sides and the front and backs are laced together in a similar fashion. With tops, the sky is the limit really, how skimpy or loose do you want them to be?" Holly has a long blonde wig which sometimes is just about the only thing that stops her breasts being seen all the time."

"How about Mandy?" I asked her. 

"She is my latest creation, I'm rather proud of her. I decided that as I do most of my flashing and exposure locally, too many people would recognise me and take very little notice. Of course that is anathema for an exhibitionist, they need to get noticed. So that long straggly black wig with a few long thin braids and looks as though it might be infested with something, (It is very clean by the way) is all part of the disguise. Mandy is great as she does not have to wear clothes at all in the classic sense. She has gone out in a skirt which was comprised of gentlemen's ties simple folded over a belt. She also has a poncho which doesn't reach her waist, this is particularly good with a low slung elasticated waist skirt. I like being Mandy."

"And Elizabeth?" Rebecca asked full of interest. "We thought she looked like the vicar's wife."

"Ah! Elizabeth. I like to think she is the most elegant and subtle of the lot. She can indeed carry off being (say) a vicars wife, all modest and chic. All her clothes have gaps or slits which came be opened or closed at will. I felt the need to be able to appear demure but feel sexy at the same time. Do you agree?"

"I thought she was fabulous." I told her.

"Do you have many other characters in your repertoire?" Rebecca asked.

"Oh Yes. Although some are variations on others, I have wardrobes full of sexy clothes from lycra to satin." Margaret told us.

"Where do you get your clothes like that lovely blouse and that daring skirt?" Rebecca enquired.

"Generally I make them myself, or modify clothes that I buy."

"Well I would like to thank you so much for encouraging Rebecca to have such fun today and bring out her wilder side." I told Margaret, reaching out and taking both her hands in mine. "Do you do that sort of thing often?"

"I never have before." She admitted. "I took to her the moment I saw her. I was delighted when I realised that rucking up her skirt as she got out of the car was no accident. I decided to take the bull by the horns and approach you. It is not something I do. I like to flash and then dissolve into the crowd. I might like to add that I have never been totally naked down by the canal before!" She pointed at Rebecca, "That was your fault!"

"I never thought anyone would get me naked in similar circumstances either!" Rebecca countered, "I would remind you that you got me naked first!"

"You didn't appear to object." Margaret said quietly.

"I loved it!" Rebecca replied with some force. "I'm so glad that you made me do it."

"I didn't make you do it at all!" Margaret retorted. "You wanted to do something like it or you wouldn't have come to town with next to nothing on."

"I know." Rebecca admitted. "You gave me the courage and lots of tips for the future."

"For the future?" I asked. "Are you intending to carry on exposing your body in public, giving men erections and getting them all excited?"

"Yes." She confessed, "I've got the taste for it now, you now have a wanton exhibitionist for a wife. Besides its not just men who might take a fancy to me."

"I'm delighted." I said. "Perhaps it will be reflected in our sex life."

"I hope so." Rebecca replied, "When were are alone as long as it doesn't involve pain, anything, and I mean anything goes!"

"I can hardly wait." I announced.

"Then don't!" Margaret "Ravish her here right now and let me take the photographs."

Rebecca then shook me rigid when she said to Margaret, "Would you? There is a video feature on the camera, I've always wanted to make my own porn film."

The suggestions that had just been made had roused my libido no end. I walked round behind my wife and lifted her out of her chair. I laid her on the grass and lay down on top of her. I am afraid I was not in the mood for much preamble and it was not long before I was shagging her hard. We were both sweating and groaning and as luck would have it, she orgasmed seconds before I sprayed her insides with white gold. 

"That was brilliant!" Margaret exclaimed. "I can't wait to see that back.!"

"Then stay for dinner." Rebecca "Terry will upload it to the laptop and we can watch it together."

"Well I'd love to, if that's alright with Terry." She said cautiously.

"Stay the night." I told her, then suddenly emboldened , "then perhaps you can have some too!"

"Terry!" Rebecca shouted "what a thing to say to a guest!"

"I'm flattered actually." Margaret said quietening down Rebecca. 

"Oh as it is you. I don't mind him doing what he suggested, in fact I think I would like to join in." Rebecca smiled. "It was just the way he said it."

"Believe me, I have had far worst propositions in my time." Magaret said quietly holding Rebecca's hand. "If you don't mind I'd like to take him up on his offer, and I would be delighted if you would join in. In fact I wouldn't have it any other way.

This was surreal, here we were calmly discussing having sex with a woman we only met that day. But none of us were about to back down. The thought of having a ménage a trois with Rebecca and Margaret filled me with desire and lust. However, I had to be honest, having so recently performed with Rebecca, I needed time to recover. Having dinner would hopefully provide that opportunity. 

"I think we should dress for dinner." I suggested, "Or at least put some clothes on, because it is much more enjoyable removing them, than starting in the nude."

"I will find you something to wear, Margaret." Rebecca offered.

"Absolutely not!" Margaret would not hear of it. "If we are going to do something dirty, then my clothes would be perfect." She "helped" Rebecca find something suitable for the dinner date as it now was to be. "What's this Rebecca?" She had found the torn dress from our first night. Rebecca told her the story. Margaret laughed and said "How very interesting." 

Our caravan has a big shower cum toilet area right across the width of the van. The two girls could get in there together with a bit of a squeeze to dress, although they had to take turns at the make up mirror. Margaret emerged first, and considering her outfit had been in the pond, she looked very smart. After a few minutes Rebecca came out in a tight red dress which was very smart and ended at her knees. She had put on her Wonderbra, (which she had found and washed despite my best efforts to hide it), which augmented her cleavage beautifully beneath the low cut dress. Then it was my turn. As it was my suggestion that we dress for dinner, I decided that I should set an example. However it did not take me long to get ready after I had showered. The girls were making the last preparations for the dinner as I came out of the bathroom. They turned to see me and burst out laughing. All I was wearing were a pair of boxer shorts and a bow tie, left over from some fancy dress do we had attended with the boys.

"Well!" Rebecca snorted. "At least we made an effort!"

"Leave him alone." Margaret, "We'll make him work hard enough later on." So I was allowed to keep my "outfit" on. 

As we ate dinner, (and consumed copious amounts of wine with it), Rebecca and I quizzed Margaret in the nicest possible way about any current relationships in which she might be involved. "None at the moment." She admitted. I tend not to get into commitments. There are several people of both sexes who might be called "fuck buddies" but each of us is free to pursue other experiences with other partners. That said it is some time since I've had proper sex with anyone, I just haven't had the motivation. You on the other hand are slightly different. I was attracted to Rebecca the moment I first saw her. But you, Terry have grown on me as the day has progressed. After the meal had been cleared away, (Rebecca is very organised in that way) we sat back to see the photographs I took at the pond, which they had not seen and the video which Margaret shot of Rebecca and I in the field. It was only short, a little over six minutes, but it was hot!




Second Honeymoon Ch. 02



We watched it three times, not only was Margaret an excellent camera operator, she was good at in-camera editing too, meaning she did not waste a shot, she knew how to make a really hot movie! "Wow!" Rebecca said after we had seen it for the third time, "I feel quite randy after watching that."

"Me too" Margaret uttered softly.

"Terry, make the bed down please." Rebecca suggested.

In common with many caravans that do not have a permanent bed, ours had the option of two single beds, a double, or with a bit more work, a cross triple. I immediately set up the triple option. Rebecca and Margaret decided to put on a bit of a show for me, to "help get me in the mood". In reality I did not need any help in that department. But I was please to indulge the ladies by condescending to watch whilst they made love to each other.

They lay on their sides, facing each other, caressing the other's breasts and legs. Rebecca's dress had been pulled up to reveal a lot of thigh, whereas Margaret's skirt was simply spread wide, revealing that super smooth pubis, that was by now glistening even in the soft lighting of the van. Each woman had three fingers well inside the vagina of her partner, and after a while offered her sticky fingers to the other one to lick and suck. Then Rebecca parted one of the opening in Margaret's blouse, and took one of those perfect breast into her mouth. Margaret had undone the back of Rebecca's dress, pulled it off her shoulder to free one of her breasts, which she spat at and then licked dry. They were giving each other a whale of a time and I was having a job not to take my own problem in hand myself. So I was very glad to hear Margaret say, "Shall we ask him to join us?"

Rebecca had just had a little orgasm and simply nodded. "You're good." She whispered to Margaret, "Very good!"

Margaret smiled, "You're not so bad yourself!"

Rebecca said "I'm taking off this dress it is too restricting."

Margaret said "That's a good idea."

"What about you?" Rebecca asked.

Margaret shook her head, "No, I think I'll stay as I am for the moment."

I had long since discarded my boxer shorts, so I was really ready for action. I climbed on to the bed and Margaret immediately knelt beside me and put her luscious lips over the helmet of my prick. Rebecca was to the side of Margaret cupping and caressing one of her breasts with one hand whilst the other was tickling Margaret's clitoris in an attempt to give her another orgasm. She succeeded and Margaret fell back on the bed, sated for the moment. She was not long in regaining her spirit and I took the opportunity to insert my fingers into her shaven pussy. Instantly her legs widened to give me better access. Rebecca started to undo Margaret's blouse, but a hand stayed her. "Rip it off, both of you rip it off , you'll like that won't you and nobody has ever done that to me, I want to feel what it is like! Rip my blouse and my skirt! Strip me naked. Cut them off if you have to! I want them destroyed!"

"But!" Rebecca began.

"No buts!" Margaret called out. "Rip my clothes off!"

I was the first to rip a small piece of her blouse just to see if she really meant it. She nearly orgasmed on the spot, so emboldened by this, Rebecca and I set about divesting her of every stitch of clothing she had on. I tore the blouse apart, whilst Rebecca ripped the skirt firstly up one seam and then the other. As the sound of the tearing fabric filed the van, Margaret was getting more and more turned on. When she was bare to the waist in both directions, I could resist no more and bent over to suck on one of those beautiful breasts. Margaret put her arm round my neck and clamped me to her chest. I was almost struggling for breath, my mouth began produce saliva which was soaking her distended nipple. The wet ran down either side of her breast which drove her mad with desire.

My erection was really hurting now and I had to do something with it and I slid between her receptive labia lips which were wet through. I made several stroke and then stopped for fear of cumming too soon. "Ask her where she wants it!" Rebecca whispered urgently in my ear.

Margaret heard her and said "come on my face, come on my face, come on my face!" I knelt either side of her chest with my knees in her armpits, and leant over as best I could aiming for her face. Rebecca reached from behind me and started wanking my purple prick in the direction of her friend's face. 

When I came I shot three strings into her hair and the lesser ones landed on her nose eyebrows and forehead. "Thank you!" she gasped, "Thank you so much!" I climbed off her and in an instant, Rebecca climbed over and knelt either side of Margaret's head, facing her feet and began to bring herself off with a handful of Margaret's hair. The juices that weren't absorbed by her hair, ran over Margaret's forehead. I leant over again and kissed Margaret on the mouth. Her tongue immediately forced its way into my mouth and we swapped saliva and tongues for a few minutes, until she brought herself off with her hand. My penis, now softening dribbled spunk on to her belly. Rebecca spurted into Margaret's hair at much the same time and we all relaxed.

"That....... was fantastic!" gasped Margaret. "What an experience!"

"Your beautiful clothes....." Rebecca mumbled sadly.

"I live my business life to too many rules." Margaret replied. "In my private life, I lke to live for the moment and.......... That was some moment! I don't regret a single thing!"

"I need a piss." I said, possibly spoiling the moment.

"Go outside." Rebecca told me, "There's too much clutter in the bathroom."

"OK" I said and stood up.

"Can we watch?" Margaret asked.

I looked at Rebecca and she shrugged.

"Ok come on then." I told her. They followed me outside. In order to make a better show, I thought of standing on the caravan step but in the end just started to let go onto the grass. To my astonishment, Margaret dived into the flow and rolled around in it as I pissed on her. Rebecca and I were dumbfounded, but Margaret was having a whale of a time, getting drenched, even trying to catch some in her mouth!

When I had finished, including the last few spurts and drops, Margaret clamped her mouth round my by now, really flaccid penis and sucked on it like a lollipop. Rebecca and I stood there, silent not knowing what to say. "Sorry about that." Margaret said, cum, piss and sweat streaming down her cheeks. "I had the sudden urge to cover myself in any of your fluids tonight."

"Have you ever done that before?" Rebecca asked.

"No but I had seen it done in porn videos." She replied. "I was surprised how pleasantly warm it was. .............. Are you disgusted?"

Rebecca answered for us. "Not at all, but it's not something we've ever thought of doing." She grinned, "actually it looked like fun, you certainly seemed to enjoy it."

"I certainly did!" She assured her. "You should try it!"

"Maybe." Rebecca muttered in a non committal way. 

We all showered under the outside shower attachment fitted to the caravan and returned inside after drying each other off. We all three lay on the bed with an opened up sleeping bag over us. We were perhaps a little exhausted and nobody said much until Margaret spoke. "Rebecca, I really want to thank you for being so generous to and letting Terry have sex with me. It is such a long time since that happened, that I had forgotten how good it felt."

Rebecca answered immediately, "I hardly feel generous as you put it, because much of my enjoyment of today came from your involvement. I am sure I speak for Terry when I say how pleased we are to have met you. You also took me under your wing as an exhibitionist,- I learnt a lot from you. By the way, I don't think Terry is complaining. I'm certainly not! But I don't actually think he gave you a proper fucking, perhaps he will before you go."

"Go to sleep you two." I told them, placing a hand on each of their pubes (as I was in the middle of the two women).

"How are we supposed to sleep if you are doing that to us?" Margaret told me.

"Oh he's doing it to you too then?" Rebecca sounded surprised. She rolled over me and virtually lay on top of Margaret and they started kissing. I knew when I wasn't wanted and shuffled over to give them more room. The kissing and licking carried on apparently long after I fell asleep.

In the morning, I woke up with a morning woody. Rebecca whispered into my ear, "do you want to get rid of that? Then give Margaret a proper shagging! I'll go over and get the milk."

She climbed out of bed and dressed. I rolled towards Margaret and only had to place my erection against her thigh, for her to gasp as she woke. She realised we were alone. "Where's Rebecca?"

"She's gone over to the farm to get the milk." I told her, "I have permission to give you a right good fucking, to shag you within an inch of your life!" 

"Ooooh!" Margaret exclaimed as I fingered her labia. She looked so sexy there with her hair spread on the pillow.

"I love your hair, I'd love to really mess it up with cum." I told her.

"I'd like that." She murmured.

"But first........" I whispered, and climbed on top of her and inserted my penis into her gash. Our love making could not be described as such. It was a primeval taking of the woman by the man. I was in no mood to give her a good time, I was purely interested in satisfying my own needs. Paradoxically, giving her a good time was exactly what I was doing. I pinned her arms above her head, by holding them together at the wrists, with one of my hands. I was quite strong enough to overpower her, but she gave every indication of wanting me to do that very thing. With my free hand I caressed her perfect breasts. I was sweating and dribbling on to her nose and forehead. 

She was gasping out "That's it Terry!" Fuck me hard! Harder! Take me! Make me submit! Jesus! "What a cock!" Then... "Fill me up! Shoot your spunk right into me! Force your dirty wet cum all the way in! Aaagh! You fucking bastard! You dirty fucking bastard! I want your seed inside me! Treat me as your slut! Shoot into me! Shoot into me!"

Her legs were clamped round my waist holding me into her and I emptied myself into her welcoming hole. She shuddered as I did so. "You dirty bastard!" she shouted out, "I fucking loved that!" I rolled off her, sated, but she wasn't finished yet. She climbed on top of me in a soixante neuf position. She took my now limp prick into her warm mouth as she dropped her shaven pussy on to my face. I tasted my own cum combined with her juices and lapped it up. She tried to make me hard again, but I was too shattered. Actually as it turned out so was she. We fell apart and stared at the ceiling.

It was then that I saw a face at the window. It was Rebecca. "Have you two finished?" She asked, "You don't half make some noise!"

"That was me." Margaret confessed. "I'm afraid I got a bit vocal."

"I know!" Rebecca snorted. "I've been out here for the last twenty minutes or so!" Then after a moment "Dare I come in to get breakfast, or are you both going to ravage me?" 

"You'll have to take your chances!" Margaret called out.

Over breakfast after Margaret and I had another shower, (we really short of water now so my next job would be to fill the tank.), we discussed Margaret's clothing problem. "Yeah, I'm sorry about ruining your lovely clothes." Rebecca said.

"I'm not!" Margaret replied, "I would not change a thing of the last twenty-four hours, even if it does mean I have to go home naked."

"I'm sure I can lend you something." Rebecca told her,

"If you insist, although it is not really necessary, I am an exhibitionist after all." Margaret told her. 

"Some shorts and tee-shirt do you?" Rebecca asked.

"Thank you. But how am I going to get them back to you?" Margaret asked in return.

"That won't be nec......" Rebecca began.

"We'll be in the Market Tavern in the village tonight about eight." I told her.

"OK, I'll see you then." Margaret said, "Now who is going to drive me down to my car, or do I have to walk through all that mud?"

"I'll drive you, whilst Terry gets the water."

As the 4x4 picked its way down the hill I wondered if Margaret will come inadequately dressed tonight -- daft question! Of course she will! 

See chapter 03 to find out how.



Second Honeymoon Ch. 02



This is the second chapter of this story. Readers may want to read the first chapter, 'Second Honeymoon', before reading this. 

***** 

The following morning, Gerry and I slept in. When I finally opened my eyes for good, it was almost 10 o'clock. Gerry was sprawled out on his side of the huge bed, still sound asleep. I quietly got out of bed and went to the bathroom. As I sat on the toilet I gazed at the big tub, remembering the events of the night before. Had we really almost screwed with another couple? Improbable as that seemed, the answer was, definitely, yes. And to tell the truth, I kind of wished I hadn't ALMOST screwed Tom. 

After a good hot shower I stepped back into the bedroom. Gerry was lying on his back, awake now and sporting a morning hardon. 

"Well, hello, old friend," I said as I leaned over and kissed the tip of Gerry's cock. "Not too exhausted from last night, I see." 

Gerry smiled. "No, not too exhausted. But right now, I have to pee." He got up from the bed, gave me a hug and a kiss, and went into the bathroom. I heard the shower turn on and began to get dressed. 

"So," Gerry said, emerging from the bathroom, "What, exactly, happened last night?" 

"Gee, I don't know," I said. "How about, I almost fucked Tom and you almost fucked Sue?" 

"That about sums it up, I guess. Any regrets?" 

"Not really. I had a great time. Frankly, I wanted to go further with Tom. My only worry was about how you felt." 

"I was a little surprised by how fast things went," Gerry said. "When I thought Tom might be inside you, I was jealous for a moment. But also excited. You know?" 

"Gerry," I said, putting my arms around him, "there's nothing to feel jealous about. I love you, and only you. If I made you feel bad, I'm sorry. I won't do anything like that again." 

"No, let me finish. After a moment I didn't feel jealous anymore, just excited at the idea of you screwing another man right there in the tub with me. And when you came, I almost came, too." 

"So, if I had screwed Tom, you would have liked that?" Damn, I thought; so would I. 

"I'm not sure, frankly. We had a lot to drink, so ... maybe, at the time. But looking back on it, maybe not such a great idea." 

"So, what happens now?" 

"I think we should just do what we feel comfortable with. I promise I won't do anything with Sue unless it's OK with you." 

"In any case," I said, "we probably won't have the opportunity to find out. Tom and Sue could be pretty freaked out right now. But Sue is definitely hot for your cock; you should see how she looks at it. I like Sue, and right now at least, I don't feel a bit jealous of her. So here's my idea - let's push the boundaries a little if they're willing, but if my playing with Tom makes you nervous, just say the word and we'll all stop. Is that fair?" 

"It's funny, but right now I don't feel a bit jealous of Tom, and just you talking about sex with him kind of turns me on." 

"More than kind of," I commented, reaching down to his crotch. "You're hard as a rock." We shared a long, deep kiss that in other circumstances would have led directly to the bed. But both of us were thinking of saving that for later, so we broke off the kiss and headed downstairs. 

When we got to the breakfast room we were surprised to find Tom and Sue still there. We helped ourselves from the buffet of fresh bread, pastry, ham and cheese, poured ourselves some coffee, and accepted Tom's invitation to sit at their table. 

"Hi," Tom said. "Did you sleep well?" 

"Like logs," Gerry replied. "A little jet-lagged, I think. You?" 

"The same," Sue said. "We've been here a few days, so we're not jet-lagged any more, but after the excitement last night ..." 

We sat for awhile, eating our breakfast and enjoying the balmy morning. A light breeze came through the window, rustling the curtains slightly. A little to my surprise, it felt good to sit there with our new friends, not at all awkward. I wondered, did they feel the same? 

Finally, Tom broke the silence. "Sue and I have been talking about last night," he said, "and if there's anything we need to apologize for, please accept our apology. Things went a little faster than we all expected, I guess ..." 

"No need to apologize," I interrupted. "Gerry and I talked about it, too, this morning. If you're OK with what happened, we are, too." 

"You know, of course," Tom said to Gerry, "that nothing happened between Andrea and me." 

"Nothing?" Gerry challenged with a smile. 

"Well, I mean, ..." 

"You didn't fuck," Sue completed the sentence for him. 

"There you go," her husband agreed. "We didn't fuck." 

"I knew that, actually," Gerry said. "And of course Sue and I didn't fuck, either." 

We all sat for a few moments, recalling the events of the night before. I got up to refresh my coffee and Gerry pushed his chair back to join me. I noted that Gerry was sporting a very nice bulge, running down the leg of his shorts. I glanced at Sue and caught her staring at it. 

When we rejoined the other couple, Sue said, "Have you got plans for today? Because if not, we've got an idea for you. Our host told us the other day that there's a little beach nearby that can only be reached by boat, and guess what? He's got a boat. How would you like to go there with us? He says the beach is a little rocky, but the swimming is great and we'll be totally secluded." She glanced at Gerry and blushed. No question what she was thinking of viewing at the secluded beach, I thought. 

Gerry looked at me. "I think I'd enjoy that," he said. "Andrea?" 

I shrugged. "Sure," I replied. "We have no plans, except to lie around and maybe explore this place a little. This meets both of those goals." 

We met up again after we had gone to our rooms and grabbed beach towels and sunscreen. Our proprietor agreed to take us around to the secluded beach, as well as to provide us with a basket lunch. We packed a cooler with beer and wine and headed down to the little wharf nearby. 

Our host helped us into his little one-cylinder motor launch and we puffed and chugged and popped our way noisily out into the bay and around a point of land. Sure enough, we soon sighted a little cove with a beach, and not a house or other soul around. We ran right into the cove and grounded the boat on the pebbly beach. 

"I'll come back and pick you up," our proprietor said. "When do you want to return?" 

We agreed that we would probably have had enough sun by 3 o'clock, and off he putted. 

We spread out our big beach towels side by side to make a large area of cover, putting our baskets of provisions and personal effects on the corners to hold them down against the light breeze. Instead of lying down, though, we stripped down to our bathing suits and waded into the water, which was crystal clear and a little cold. We quickly got used to it, and played around for awhile, splashing water at each other and talking about nothing substantial. 

When we finally returned to our towels, I think we were all thinking about how to get naked gracefully. Tom broke the ice. "Look," he said, "there's nobody around who can see us; why don't we shuck these wet bathing suits?" 

We all agreed quickly, and simply stripped off our suits where we stood. We opened the picnic baskets and got out sunscreen and some cold beer and wine. We sat down on the towels and applied the sunscreen while sipping our drinks. Then Sue lay down prone on her towel and asked Tom to put sunscreen on her back, and when I lay down on my towel, Gerry did the same. 

It felt wonderful to have Gerry's hands on my back while I warmed up in the sun. Pretty soon his hands moved down to the backs of my thighs, then down to my calves. Gerry wasn't just applying sunscreen, he was gently kneading my muscles, and it felt wonderful. I closed my eyes, just concentrating on the moment. 

I don't know how much time passed - at least ten minutes, maybe more. Gerry stopped kneading my muscles for a moment, and I felt him shifting position before he started in again, this time at my ankles and working up my legs. His touch was lighter than before, brushing my skin with his fingertips then massaging the muscles lightly. The feeling was incredibly erotic and I could feel myself beginning to get turned on. As his hands moved to my thighs his touch moved inward, between my legs, and I spread my legs to give him more access. Finally, his hands were at the tops of my legs. His fingers moved between my legs and I moved them farther apart. I could feel his finger entering me while another finger moved to my clit. I felt no discomfort and realized I must be putting out enough lubricant to displace the salt water from our swim. 

Tom must have been doing something similar to Sue, because she was moaning in response. Her moans grew louder and I turned my head to see what Tom was doing with her. 

Imagine my surprise to see that Sue was on her side, facing me, with Gerry's cock in her hand! The guys must have switched places without telling us. Sue's knee was lifted and Gerry's hand was in her crotch, rubbing her clit; hence the moans I had heard. 

I rolled over to look at Tom, who was kneeling next to me. I reached behind me ad wrapped my fingers around his hard cock, turning my attention back to Gerry and Sue. Tom reached into my crotch and I spread my legs to give him complete access. 

We all continued like that for a long while. I was getting more and more excited, but Sue was clearly ahead of me in that department. Gerry was now pumping his hand into her crotch, clearly with several fingers inside her. Her moans rose to shrieks and her hips bucked against Gerry's fingers. All the while, she never let go of his cock, staring fixedly at it as she came loudly. "Yes! Yessss ..." she cried out. 

I looked at Tom, who was watching the scene with his wife and Gerry with clear excitement. If he was feeling any jealousy, he wasn't showing it. So, all OK, I thought. I still had his hard cock in my hand, and decided to push the boundaries just a little further. Rolling onto my knees, I moved my head to his groin and popped his cock into my mouth. Then I pulled back a little so I just had the knob. I swirled my tongue around the edge and closed my teeth gently on the shaft, just above the head. Supporting myself on one hand, I reached under Tom's cock with the other and felt his balls, which were drawn up against his body. He groaned n response and his cock throbbed in my mouth. Whoops, I thought, better not go too fast here, or he'll lose it. I let the helmet pop out of my mouth and planted butterfly kisses up and down the shaft. Tom's cock was as lovely close-up as it had been the night before at a distance, and my cunt throbbed with desire to have it inside me. I took my hand from Tom's ball sack and reached between my legs. Sure enough, I was sopping wet. I moistened my finger in my own juices and moved it to my clit, stroking it gently. 

I could feel that warm, tingly feeling building, flowing up from my crotch to my entire body as my orgasm approached. I knew that if I turned over and let Tom enter me I would be crossing a threshold I wasn't sure I wanted to cross. But God, how I wanted a cock in me! 

Screw it, I thought, I need to be fucked. I took Tom's cock out of my mouth and tried to decide what position I wanted to be in, while all the time rubbing my clit and continuing toward my approaching orgasm. Just as I was about to turn around to let Tom enter me from behind, I felt Gerry's hard cock pressing against my hand. He had moved around behind me and was pushing the bulbous end against my clit. I rubbed it in my juices for a moment, then pressed it upward into my vagina. He slipped into my sopping hole easily and began pumping me furiously from behind. 

It was a new feeling for me, having one cock in my hand and another in my cunt. I felt incredibly powerful, and incredibly turned on. I pushed my ass back on every thrust, feeling Gerry's cock thrust deep inside me and stretch me to the limit. The edge of his helmet rubbed across my G-spot on every stroke. I was ready to cum, and so was Gerry. I didn't dare put Tom's cock back in my mouth for fear of biting it off when I came, so I just pumped it fast. Tom was the first uncircumsized man I'd ever been with , and I enjoyed the new feeling of the foreskin pulling all the way up and over the tip on each pump. 

In a moment, Tom came, his jism spurting out and hitting my face. I brought his pulsing penis close to my face and held it against my cheek, my face buried in his groin. He continued to squirt, hitting my ear and then over my shoulder onto my back. This triggered my own orgasm and I shrieked with ecstasy. At the same moment, Gerry gave one last, deep thrust and came deep inside me. 

As I came down from my orgasm I pulled back slightly and took Tom' cock in my mouth, deep-throating him and sucking out any remaining semen. I was rewarded with one last spurt down my throat. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and licked all the remaining cum away. Meanwhile, Gerry pulled out of me and sat down on the blanket behind me. 

"You've got cum all over your back, you know," he told me. 

"And a lot more inside me," I responded, looking over at him with love. "And, speaking of cum, what's that on your chest?" 

He looked down. Sure enough, there was a glob of Tom's semen stuck to his chest. I scraped it off with my finger and brought it to my mouth. 

"Anybody for a dip?" asked Sue, running toward the water. 

The rest of us followed Sue down to the water and dove in. Gerry splashed water on his chest and rubbed where Tom's semen had hit him. Sue and I were right next to each other, and she rinsed Tom's cum off my back. 

As we played and laughed and talked, we gradually moved out into deeper water, where Tom and Gerry were chest-deep and we women were barely standing on the bottom. Without a word, I climbed onto Gerry's back and Sue mounted Tom. The two men moved closer to each other. Sue and I climbed up onto our husbands' shoulders and the two couples engaged in a joust. I wrapped my arms around Sue's shoulders and she did the same, and our husbands pulled away from each other, trying to topple the other pair. Sue and I leaned farther and farther away from our supports, but neither would give an inch. All of a sudden, the entire structure failed, and all four of us went tumbling into the water. 

We all came up together, spluttering and laughing. Sue and I still more or less had hold of each other, and before I knew what we were doing, we came together in a warm hug. Our lips found each other naturally and we shared a long, salty kiss. Sue's breasts pressed hard against my chest. Without thinking, I reached down between our bodies and felt her crotch. She groaned in pleasure and stuck her tongue in my mouth as my finger went between her legs and hit her clit. I pressed my finger further and entered her warm, slippery hole and she hunched her pelvis against my hand. 

We held that position for awhile, then broke apart, gasping and laughing. Our guys were standing nearby, watching intently. Both had their hands on their cocks. 

"I don't know about you," I said, breaking the tension, "but I'm hungry." I turned and started to wade toward the beach. 

"I'm hungry, too," Gerry said with a leer that pointed out the double entendre. He put his arm around Sue's shoulders and drew her to him. At first she acceded to his wish and kissed him deeply, but then she pushed him away, splashing him with water. 

"Not so fast, big boy," she said. Gerry reached out to grab her but she was too quick for him and turned toward the beach. Before she could get far he tackled he from behind and they both went under, coming up a moment later with laughter and splashes. I thought that might be the beginning of some more sex play, but actually it broke the sexual tension. Sue and Gerry followed Tom and me out onto the beach. 

After liberally reapplying sunscreen to ourselves and each other, we opened the picnic baskets. Lunch was more or less a repeat of breakfast, with cold cuts, cheese and bread, but we were all hungry and dug into it. Sue and I opened one of the bottles of wine while the guys grabbed bottles of beer. 

I was amazed at how relaxed and casual everybody was. The men's dicks were flaccid now, and the conversation had no sexual component. To think that a short while earlier Sue and I had been kissing passionately, and just before that my husband had been fucking me while I sucked Tom's cock! And to think that the Big Question hadn't yet been answered, and must be on everybody's mind: Were we going to fuck each other's spouses, or not? 

Full from lunch, we all lay out on our towels in the sun. Soon we were lulled into half sleep, half desultory conversation as the warm sun beat down on us. The guys got up and refilled our glasses, getting themselves new beers, and when they sat down they switched places - Tom was by me and Gerry was alongside Sue. Naturally, we all started fondling and groping our new partners, but there was no urgency to it. Tom and I kissed softly, his hand cupping my breast. I put my hand on his cock and felt it begin to harden. Our kiss intensified and his hand moved down from my breast to my crotch. His finger found my clit and massaged it tenderly. 

Gerry and Sue were in an almost identical pose, kissing each other with his hand between her legs and her hand on his cock. Tom noticed me looking over at my husband and his wife, and pulled away from me slightly. 

"Does that bother you?" he asked. 

"Actually, no, surprisingly," I told him. "I like Sue, and I enjoy seeing Gerry having such a good time. You?" 

"No, I'm pretty secure about our marriage. Sue and I share just about everything, and she's been interested in other men before. They've never been a threat to our relationship because she makes sure I know about them and gives me veto power. Look at how much she enjoys this." And Sue certainly did seem to be enjoying herself. Her moans were getting louder as Gerry's fingers did their wonder between her legs. 

As we watched, Gerry moved over on top of Sue and placed his hard cock at the entrance to her vagina. This was the moment of truth - would he thrust into her and break the last barrier, or would he hold back? 

Silly question, right? He pushed his hips forward and ever so slowly slid his cock into Sue. At first only a couple of inches were inside her but slowly and insistently he pressed more and more of his hard meat into her, until their pubes were pressed against her. 

"Oh, my God, Gerry!" Sue cried out. "Yes! Yes! Fuck me, please!" 

With that, Gerry started to slide in and out of her, smoothly and, at first, slowly. Then he picked up the pace as Sue cried out for more, until his balls were hitting against her ass with a wet slapping sound. Sue raised her legs up to Gerry's shoulders to allow him even deeper penetration, and he pounded her faster and faster. 

I thought, this can't go on very long, but it did. Sue kept on crying out with every lunge of Gerry's cock and Gerry reciprocated with more and faster lunges. She clearly came, then came again and again, until her cries were hardly more than gasps. "Again!" she kept on saying, "I'm cumming again!" 

Tom and I were transfixed as we watched our spouses fuck. We were lying facing the other couple, with me in front, with my leg lifted up to give Tom access to my crotch and my hand on his cock. That cock had been hard when I first grasped it, but as Gerry slammed into Sue and she shrieked with joy, Tom's cock became even harder, pulsing with excitement and leaking copious amounts of precum into my palm. At the same time, his finger on my clit was bringing me close to the brink. 

Sue built to yet another orgasm, this one clearly bigger than any of the previous ones. As she began to scream, Gerry pushed all the way into her and held that pose. At the same time, Tom shifted his body slightly behind me, moving the tip of his cock to the opening of my vagina. I pushed my ass back at him and slipped him into me just as Sue reached the peak of her orgasm. 




Second Honeymoon Ch. 02



Tom was now rubbing my clit with abandon, and it took no more than a few rubs, combined with thrusts of his beautiful, rock-hard cock in my cunt, for me to go over the edge. 

"Yessssss..., yessssss...," I shouted, "Oh, God, YESSSSSS!!" 

Tom pushed his cock all the way into me and held it there. I felt it swell and then pulse as he dumped his seed into me with a grunt. This time I wanted it all inside me, and felt great contentment as spurt after spurt pulsed into me. 

Sue had lowered her legs and Gerry pulled out of her. We all lay on the towels, gasping for breath. I could feel Tom's jism seeping out of my vagina and, cupping my hand under my crotch, got up to go wash it away in the sea. Sue followed but the men just lay there on the towels, apparently exhausted. 

"Did you and Tom get together?" Sue asked me as we squatted down in the water. In answer, I held my hand up; tendrels of Tom's semen hung down from my hand. 

"I guess that answers my question," she smirked. "And I guess you have no question about whether Gerry and I did the two-backed monster." 

"None whatever," I said. "How do you feel about that?" 

"I can't think of an answer that isn't filthy," she replied. 

"Pretty good, huh?" 

"Fantastic. And you?" 

"Very, very good. Your husband has a fantastic body and, I might add, a beautiful cock." 

"Yours, too. I've never been fucked by a man with a cock anywhere near as big as Gerry's. I've been thinking nonstop about him fucking me, ever since last night, and I was afraid I wouldn't be able to fit it all in. But I guess," she added with a grin, "I could, after all." 

"Well, if you think about it, women deliver babies through that same hole, and babies are a heck of a lot bigger than any man's cock." 

"True," she replied, pensively. "But doesn't Tom's cock feel, well, ... small when you're used to Gerry's?" 

"Not at all, though maybe if Gerry fucked me first, I might get stretched out and be pretty loose for Tom. But I've never tried two men at a time, so I wouldn't know." 

"I think," Sue said, "You might get your chance to find out, before this trip is over." 

"I think you're right," I replied. We took each other's hands as we walked back up the beach to our men. 

After another couple of glasses of wine, it was getting near our departure time of 3 o'clock. We reluctantly donned our swimsuits, picked up our towels and went for one last dip before, right on time, our host's launch putt-putted around the point and into the cove. 

"Did you have a good time here on our secret beach?" he asked us. 

"It was nice," Gerry said, and we all smiled in agreement.



Second Honeymoon Ch. 02



He soon had her moaning in lust and then let his hands slide slowly down her stomach and between her legs. He moved between her legs and brought his mouth to her pussy to replace his hands. He slowly licked and teased her pussy until she was moaning and caressing her own tits as her excitement built.

At first Jon and Michelle merely watched the other couple, but Michelle's hand soon found its way to Jon's semi-hard cock. She began to fondle Jon's cock and he began to play with her tits. They soon began to tear their vision away from Sam and Vanessa long enough to embrace in wild, deep kisses before turning back to watch the other couple.

After a while longer Sam moved up between Vanessa's legs and began to position his cock at her pussy. She moaned as he moved the tip of his cock up and down over her clit. Just as he pushed his cock all the way into her pussy Vanessa opened her eyes and looked directly at Michelle.

Michelle stood up off the bed and moved over next to Vanessa. She crawled onto the bed with Sam and Vanessa and brought her mouth directly to Vanessa's and met her in a slow, deep kiss. Her position left her on her elbows and knees with her ass pointing directly at Jon. He quickly got up and moved behind her and took hold of her hips as he slipped his own hard cock inside her wet pussy.

Michelle moaned deeply and moved her head down to Vanessa's tits as Jon and Sam continued fucking their wives. Jon could see Vanessa's hand move under Michelle and guessed that she was caressing his wife's big, soft tits as they hung down under her. He wished he could see that but contented himself watching Michelle lavish her tongue and lips over Vanessa's tits. 

Jon watched Sam excitedly as Sam leaned farther forward over Vanessa and supported his weight on one of his hands. He moved his other hand under Michelle and, as Jon could immediately tell from Michelle's moan, began to caress her tits. Jon kept fucking her as he alternated between watching Sam and Vanessa fuck and watching Michelle react to having these two near strangers fondling her tits.

He could only see her back and the back of her head, but that was still very exciting as he watched her head move and her body react to their touch. He could also feel her excitement growing rapidly in her pussy.

This went on for many more long minutes until Michelle lifted her head from Vanessa's tit and seemed to be completely engrossed in her pleasure. A few moments later she gasped and cried out loudly as her pussy tightened and then began a long series of spasms around Jon's cock as she came. Her orgasm lasted for a long while and she moaned loudly the whole time she was cumming.

Both Sam and Vanessa continued fondling her tits as she came and for a while afterward as Jon kept up his steady fuck. Jon was happy to have cum once already so he could control himself. Finally, though, the scene before him and Michelle's wet pussy were more than he could resist.

He began to massage her ass in the way he knew she liked as he started thrusting harder and faster into her. She began moaning and gasped, "Oh yes!" as he again increased the speed and strength of his thrusts.

Sam and Vanessa moved their hands away from Michelle's tits and stopped fucking as they watched Jon nearing his climax. He finally let out a long groan and pushed himself as deeply inside her as he could when he started cumming. He pressed tightly against her and relished the feel of his cum pumping out into her warm pussy. Michelle groaned excitedly as she felt his cum inside her.

He slowly fucked her for a while longer until his cock grew soft and slipped out of her with a loud slurping noise. Michelle lay down on the bed and then rolled onto her side facing Vanessa and Sam as Jon lay down behind her. They watched intently as the other couple resumed their fuck.

Sam began to slowly pump his cock in and out of Vanessa's pussy again as they returned their focus to each other and away from Jon and Michelle. This went on for a while longer as Jon watched Vanessa's body react to her fuck. He watched as Sam pulled his cock back from her and could see Vanessa's juices glistening even in the dim light of their room. The longer they fucked the more obvious the wet noises coming from Vanessa's pussy became.

Michelle suddenly began to stir and Jon sat back excitedly wanting to see what she was going to do. She sat up next to Vanessa and began to caress Vanessa's stomach lightly with her fingertips. She ran her fingers around Vanessa's flat stomach for a while before letting her fingers slide lower until Vanessa's curly pussy hair was passing between them. 

Sam shifted his position to allow Michelle more room as Michelle's fingers slowly moved lower until she was teasing Vanessa's clit. Vanessa moaned excitedly as Michelle began stimulating her clit while Sam continued fucking her. 

Michelle continued this for a while longer before, much to Jon's excitement, she shifted her position again and lowered her mouth to Vanessa's stomach. Following a similar path as she had traced with her fingers she started to kiss Vanessa's stomach before slowly moving down to her clit. Vanessa gasped as Michelle's mouth reached her clit and Jon watched excitedly as his wife licked her clit while Sam continued his fuck.

He knew that Michelle's mouth was very close to Sam's cock and that she probably was letting her lips and tongue touch his cock as he fucked Vanessa's dripping pussy. The idea excited him far more than he would ever have imagined and he briefly thought about what it would be like to watch her fuck or suck another man's cock.

The temptation of Vanessa's tits rocking back and forth across her chest as she reacted to Michelle and Sam's teasing was more than Jon could resist. He lowered his mouth to them and immediately sucked on one of her nipples. It drew itself quickly into a hard point under his tongue. He moved back and forth between her tits focusing mainly on her nipples but also taking the time to explore the rest of her soft tits.

Seeing this new couple please his wife was soon more than Sam could resist. "Oh God!" he groaned in excitement as he began to fuck Vanessa much wilder and harder than before. Michelle moved her face away from her clit and replaced it with her hand as she watched Sam drawing near to his orgasm. Jon continued teasing her tits and listened to her gasping and Sam grunting as Sam started cumming. 

He continued fucking her at the same pace as before as he came. Vanessa began to cry out, "Oh yes, yes, yes!" She repeated herself over and over and Jon could feel her quickly reaching her own orgasm.

He sucked on her nipple hard and watched Michelle's fingers playing rapidly over her clit as Sam continued fucking her even though he had now spent his load. With a loud "Yesss!" that Jon was sure would be clearly audible from outside the cabin Vanessa started her own orgasm. Her whole body rocked and shook as the orgasm gripped her and held on for a very long while.

Only when she had clearly finished cumming and visibly relaxed back into the bed did Jon release her nipple from his mouth and look at her. Her hair was completely tousled and lay in a tangled web around her face as she lay with her eyes closed and the most perfectly contented look on her face. 

Jon then turned to look at Michelle as she continued to play with Vanessa's pussy. She had moved away from her clit but still was letting her fingers move around and through Vanessa's pussy hair as she softly massaged her. 

Sam still had his cock inside Vanessa and only began to pull it out a few moments later. As his now semi-hard cock began to emerge from her soaking wet pussy Michelle's hand moved to it. She held it briefly in her fingers and gave it a soft caress before releasing it and turning back to Vanessa. Michelle leaned down and engaged Vanessa in a slow, sensual kiss that seemed to last for several minutes as both Sam and Jon watched and occasionally caressed the two naked women.

Eventually the women parted and each couple settled back into their original beds. As Jon held Michelle's body tightly in his arms he loved how she felt and how much she had surprised him so far on this vacation. He slowly moved his hand to her tits and began to softly caress them causing her to moan contentedly. He eventually fell asleep with his hand still holding her tit.



Second Honeymoon Ch. 03



It was probably mid-morning when the loud knock woke all four of them from their sound sleep. The knock repeated itself soon after and Jon eventually staggered out of bed and wrapped a sheet around himself before opening the door. He immediately recognized the man who had checked them into the hotel a few nights earlier.

"Buenos dias," the man happily said before switching over to his choppy English. "I wanted to let you know that we now have an open room if one of you wants to move into your own room." As he spoke he looked over Jon's shoulder at the other three people still under the covers. Jon wondered if he could tell by the state of the room what had happened the night before.

Frankly, Jon had completely forgotten that they would be able to have their own room. He had been so engrossed in their new relationship with the other couple he had really forgotten that sharing this room like this was supposed to be a hardship.

He stared blankly back at the smiling man outside their door before turning back and looking at Michelle with a look that asked, "What should I do?" Right away Michelle spoke up and said, "I think we are just fine here." She turned to Vanessa and then added, "Wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes," Vanessa said with a wide smile, "I think we will be fine here for the rest of our trip."

"Very well," said the man at the door. "In that case, I will make the proper deductions to your charges." He then disappeared and Jon shut the door returning the room to relative darkness. As he did they all shared a laugh together at how things had turned out.

Jon climbed back into bed and they all stayed there for a couple more hours before finally getting up, putting on their bathing suits, and finding some chairs on the beach. For the rest of the afternoon they lounged on the beach only occasionally moving to get some drinks or take a swim in the warm water.

All day long Jon found it hard to believe what was happening and looked admiringly at both Michelle and Vanessa as they relaxed in their skimpy suits. The vacation wasn't even half over and it was already by far the best trip he and Michelle had ever experienced.

The next couple of days passed quickly in a blur of relaxing on the beach without a care in the world and of wild sex beyond anything Jon or Michelle had ever imagined. The very next night the two women had switched beds and Jon had been able to slowly fuck Vanessa as he watched his wife suck Sam's cock. The cock sucking soon led to fucking and by the time they had finished Sam and Michelle had each cum twice and fucked in several different positions.

Jon loved being able to take his time with Vanessa and he explored her body completely. They took turns teasing each other with their mouths and they also fucked long into the night until they each had cum at least twice. Much to Jon's own excitement Vanessa ended up cumming at least four times that he could count, twice as they fucked and twice as he licked her pussy. 

Jon was very aroused by watching Michelle with Sam it was very obvious that Vanessa felt the same way. From the wild look of lust in her eyes Jon also knew that Michelle was very excited by watching him and Vanessa together. By the time both couples ended up fucking and watching each other fuck it was very late into the night and they all fell soundly asleep.

The scene repeated itself the following night, except this time the two women moved back and forth together between the beds. Sam and Jon took their turns fucking and teasing both women and by the time they all fell asleep Jon had lost count of the number of times he or anyone else had cum.

By now the foursome had fallen into the rhythm of sleeping late, relaxing on the beach together or doing some casual exploring of the shops downtown during the day, and then wildly fucking well into the night. Things started off this way Thursday as they explored some of the scenic areas around the small island. By the middle of the afternoon they decided to return to the hotel and their favorite spot on the beach.

Once back at the hotel they went to their room to change into their suits. As the week progressed they all had become less and less shy about exposing their bodies to the others, but Vanessa in particular seemed the most comfortable. The past few days she had started coming out of the shower naked and sometimes walked around in only her panties and bra as she finished her hair or make up.

She immediately started stripping out of her clothes when they entered the room and soon was naked as she picked up her suit off the dresser. Jon stared at her tits and he knew that Vanessa knew he was staring at her when she turned around quickly and flashed him a nasty smile. She then looked over to Michelle and Jon noticed that Michelle too had been staring very openly at Vanessa's body.

Vanessa's smile grew wider when she saw Michelle gazing at her and she dropped her bathing suit back on the dresser and walked over to Michelle. They immediately fell into a slow, deep kiss that lasted for several minutes. Michelle's hands caressed Vanessa's bare back and slipped down to her ass a few times.

As they excitedly watched their wives kiss Sam and Jon stripped naked and each began to slowly play with their growing cocks. Vanessa eventually parted the kiss and she began to remove Michelle's shorts and panties at the same time Michelle was pulling off her own top and removing her bra.

Soon both women were naked and they resumed their kiss. Jon couldn't passively watch any longer and he moved behind Michelle letting the tip of his hard cock press against her bare ass. His fingers roamed over her hips and sides and savored the curves of her body. He finally pressed tightly against her and began to kiss her shoulders and the sides of her neck. He brought his hands up to her tits and fondled their sides as she continued her wild kiss with Vanessa.

When he felt Sam's hands brush against his own Jon looked up and saw that Sam had moved into a similar position behind Vanessa. Michelle moaned as she spun away from Vanessa and turned to Jon. Their mouths met in a wild kiss and he began to eagerly fondle her tits.

This continued for a brief while until Vanessa moved between them and took Michelle's place in the kiss with Jon. Soon the two women were alternating between kissing both men and each other. Eventually they guided Sam and Jon onto a bed lying side by side with their hips touching. Michelle and Vanessa knelt over them and began to suck both cocks. 

Jon soon lost track of whose mouth was on his cock as they swapped often and sometimes he felt both mouths on his hard shaft. For a while he thought he was going to cum like this but before he could both women sat up.

"Do you mind if I try something?" Vanessa asked of Michelle. Michelle shook her head no and didn't ask what she was going to try, but after a brief pause Vanessa added, "I've always wanted to have two cocks in me at the same time."

Vanessa very quickly guided Sam onto the floor and had him lie on his back. She straddled him and brought her pussy down over his hard cock. She motioned for Jon to stand up and guided him until he was standing over Sam with his feet on either side of Sam's chest.

Vanessa leaned forward and took about half of Jon's cock into her mouth as she began to ride up and down on Sam's cock. Jon groaned deeply at the scene before him. He watched Vanessa's mouth moving back and forth on his cock and watched as she simultaneously fucked Sam. 

Vanessa seemed lost in her own wild sexual frenzy as she attacked the two cocks inside her. She grew more and more excited and fucked Sam harder and faster. Jon's cock began to slip out of her mouth occasionally. After this happened a few times Jon sensed movement behind him and then felt Michelle's body pressing up against his back. She reached around in front of him and took hold of his shaft at its base and held it steady for Vanessa's mouth.

Jon groaned at the sensation and Sam groaned at nearly the same time. Jon guessed he was groaning at the sight of Michelle's wet pussy standing over his face. With Michelle holding Jon's cock for her Vanessa focused completely on fucking and sucking the two cocks.

Jon wasn't sure if she or Sam started to cum first but Sam let out a few grunts and a long groan at about the same time that he could see Vanessa start to cum. Vanessa moaned from deep in her throat as she continued to suck him. She bucked wildly on Sam as their orgasms peaked together. 

Jon's cock slipped out of her mouth a couple of times but each time Michelle quickly inserted in back in. The third time it slipped out Michelle began to rapidly stroke it. Jon had already been pushed to the brink by watching Vanessa and Sam cum and by feeling Vanessa's hot mouth on his cock but his wife's stroking was going to be the last straw.

Vanessa had started to slow the pace of her fuck with Sam and opened her mouth to again take Jon's cock inside. Michelle was now pumping it vigorously so instead of taking it inside Vanessa began to luridly lick the tip of his cock.

That was that last resort for Jon and he gasped that he was going to cum. Michelle pumped his cock firmly and Vanessa simply opened her mouth about halfway. Jon had seen women taking cum in the mouth and all over their face many times on porno films, but he had never actually done it before. Michelle liked feeling his cum on her tits or stomach but she had never shown any interest in letting him cum on her face or especially in her mouth. 

He groaned as his first jet of cum erupted from his cock and landed half in Vanessa's mouth and half on her cheek. As Michelle continued to wildly stroke him his cum shot all over Vanessa's chin, cheeks, and mouth. By the time he finished cumming some of the first jets had already begun to slowly drip down her face toward her jawline. The picture of her face covered in his cum was possibly the sexiest, nastiest thing he had ever seen.

Michelle released his cock almost as soon as he finished cumming and stepped away from him. She immediately knelt down next to Vanessa and started a deep kiss. As they kissed Jon could see his cum smearing all over both of their faces and he was very excited by the idea that Michelle was probably tasting his cum from inside Vanessa's mouth.

As if she could sense his excitement at that thought Michelle pulled back so their lips parted but their tongues still danced together. As he suspected he could see his heavy white cum coating their tongues as they kissed. By the time they finished kissing his cum had mostly been smeared all over their faces.

Vanessa got up off of Sam and pulled Michelle to her feet before guiding Michelle back onto the bed. Michelle sat at the edge of the bed with her legs spread wide apart as Vanessa dropped to her knees on the floor.

Michelle moaned loudly when Vanessa began to suck her pussy. It didn't take long for Vanessa to drive Michelle to her own orgasm and she came loudly and wildly as she pushed her hips up into Vanessa's face and leaned back on her elbows for support.

When Michelle's orgasm had finally subsided Vanessa left her wet pussy and they kissed softly. Only after the two couples had the chance to kiss and hold each other for a few minutes did they all finally put on their suits and go out to the beach.

This was the time of day when most people were leaving the beach so they had the small, private beach mostly to themselves. Even if they didn't they acted like they did as they freely kissed and caressed each other without really caring who was watching. 

They stayed out for an hour or so before they went back to their room and dressed for dinner. They walked to the small restaurant next to the hotel and ate a nice dinner. As they ate Jon and Michelle caressed each other's legs under the table and Jon was definitely distracted thinking of what would happen when they got back to the room. Again, until that afternoon he had never actually seen a women take two cocks at once and that combined with having Vanessa take his full load of cum in her mouth and on her face and left him ready for more.

He didn't have to wait long after they returned to their room as Michelle grabbed him and started a frantic kiss as soon as they were inside. As horny as he was Michelle clearly was just as or even more excited. She began to practically tear his clothes off and didn't stop until he was naked.

Only then did she move to Sam and greet him with a similar kiss. Vanessa helped with Sam's clothes as Michelle began to tear off his clothes just as frantically as she had Jon's. When both men were naked Michelle pulled them a little closer to her so she could move back and forth between their kisses by just turning her head. Jon and Sam started to pull off Michelle's clothes as they kissed and, with a little help from Vanessa, Michelle was soon naked. They continued their kissing and fondling as the three of them crawled onto one of the beds.

Their frenzied foreplay continued for a short while but Michelle was clearly past the point of wanting or needing foreplay and by now both cocks were hard and ready to fuck. Michelle crawled onto her elbows and knees between the men and said, "Fuck me."


Sam immediately moved behind her and shoved his thick cock inside her pussy. She smiled and moaned softly as he filled her and began to fuck her. Jon watched for a moment before Michelle grasped his cock and said, "Come here."

He quickly positioned himself on his knees right in front of Michelle so he was looking directly at Sam in virtually the identical position. Michelle greedily wrapped her lips around his cock and began to suck and lick him wildly as Jon stared in amazement at his wife as she took both cocks at the same time.

At first he found the position very exciting as he held still and Michelle's mouth bobbed back and forth on his cock under the force of Sam's thrusts. As he grew more excited he tried to move his own hips and, in effect, fuck her mouth. This is how they usually ended their blowjobs with her pulling out his cock and jerking his cum all over her big tits. Her moan around his cock let him know that she wanted him to continue fucking her mouth but he found the position a little awkward as he had a hard time settling into a tempo that felt right. 

Before long however he and Sam reached a rhythm of their thrusts that seemed to satisfy both of them. He stared down at Michelle and watched her naked body rock back and forth between the two cocks. Just then Vanessa moved onto the bed next to them. Jon had been so focused on fucking Michelle that he had completely lost track of Vanessa.

She was naked and sat down next to Michelle near Sam. She seemed very intent on watching Sam fuck her and soon brought her hands up to massage Michelle's ass as the trio continued fucking. Michelle's moan at her touch vibrated Jon's cock in her mouth and almost made him lose control.

One of Vanessa's hands slipped down between Sam and Michelle under Sam's cock. Jon guessed by the reaction that she was teasing Michelle's clit but soon Vanessa pulled her hand back out. This time she slipped it down between Michelle's ass cheeks toward Sam's cock.

"Oh God!" Michelle gasped around Jon's cock. Jon could see Vanessa intently staring at her own hand between Sam and Michelle. Michelle squealed slightly and let Jon's cock fall out of her mouth. 

"Yes," Sam urged, "fuck her ass!" Jon could see Vanessa pressing harder into Michelle and Michelle again yelped and then let out a long, sexy groan.

"Is this OK?" Vanessa asked of Michelle.

"Fuck yes," Michelle gasped between short breaths. "I feel so fucking full..." she said as her voice trailed off into a series of sighs and moans as Vanessa began to slowly fuck her ass with her finger.

Jon stared wildly in lust as he watched Sam fucking her pussy and Vanessa finger fucking her ass. After a few minutes Vanessa seemed to be moving her finger easily in her ass and was fucking her at a solid pace.

Michelle hadn't resumed sucking Jon's cock and instead had rested her forehead on the bed as she focused on the dual fuck she was receiving. Jon knew she was approaching her orgasm as her breathing changed and she began to emit soft moans.

"Ooooooo God!" Michelle cried out loudly as she started to cum. Jon couldn't remember seeing her cum so hard before as her body visibly shook from the intensity of her orgasm. She cried out and moaned loudly over and over as Sam and Vanessa kept fucking her. 

As she neared the end of her orgasm Sam took her hips and began to literally pound his cock inside her as she groaned in response. A few short moments later Sam gasped and groaned as he started to cum. Feeling his cum in her pussy seemed to remind Michelle that Jon's cock was just inches from her face.

As Sam fucked the last of his cum into her pussy Michelle attacked Jon's cock with a wild, wanton enthusiasm. Jon was so excited from seeing her cum he immediately began fucking her mouth as she used her tongue and lips and drive him crazy. It didn't take Sam long to reach the end of his will power.

"I'm cumming," he gasped as he usually did in this position to give her time to remove his cock from her mouth. This time, however, she seemed to tighten her lips around him and sucked a little harder. Jon thrust a few more times and then groaned as he started to cum.

Michelle held him tightly in her mouth and took nearly three full jets of his cum into her mouth before she loosened her lips slightly and let some of his cum spill out. Jon watched her excitedly as she took his full load in her mouth.

Vanessa had slipped her finger out of Michelle's ass and moved close to Michelle's face to watch Jon cum. Just as Michelle let Jon's cock slip out of her mouth Vanessa took her shoulders and pulled her up to her knees whispering, "Don't swallow."

As Michelle straightened up Jon could see that his cum had spilled out of her mouth and practically coated her chin. He and Sam stared eagerly as Vanessa drove her tongue wildly into Michelle's mouth. Jon could see them swapping his cum back and forth much more vividly this time and wished he had a way to record what was happening. The kiss continued like this until Vanessa pushed Michelle onto her back and moved down between her legs.

She looked over at Sam and said, "I tasted Jon in her mouth and now I want to taste you in her pussy."

Sam groaned at hearing her and Michelle groaned when Vanessa lowered her head to her pussy and began to fuck her with her tongue. Jon stared in awe of what he was seeing. Vanessa continued to wildly tongue Michelle's pussy for a few more minutes before she raised her head and looked back and forth between Sam and Jon as she said, "Somebody fuck me!"

Both men had been stroking their cocks and both had nearly returned their cocks to full size. Sam moved behind Vanessa and stroked himself faster to get himself to full size. He soon was ready and pushed his cock inside his wife's waiting pussy. "Yesssss," Vanessa hissed as Sam began to fuck her.

Jon seemed to lose track of time as he played with Michelle's tits and watched Vanessa sucking her pussy as Sam fucked her. He was the only one in the room not directly involved but he was content for the moment to watch the threesome in front of him.

Vanessa was the first to cum and started her orgasm just a few minutes after Sam started fucking her. As she came she only briefly stopped sucking Michelle's pussy and after many more long minutes she brought Michelle to her second orgasm of the night. Michelle gasped and groaned as Jon teased her hard nipples and Vanessa teased her clit throughout her orgasm.

When Michelle finished cumming Vanessa lifted her head from her pussy and seemed to focus more on Sam fucking her. By now Jon desperately needed some attention for his cock and he spun Michelle toward him on the bed. He climbed between her legs and let his cock slide into her as he lowered his mouth down to hers and met her with a frantic kiss. 




Second Honeymoon Ch. 03



We are a married couple of ten years and this is the story of a break in the country we enjoyed with out our two boys, who are living it up with my parents. We in the meantime are seeking to live it up and revitalise our sex life, by behaving like naughty teenagers for a week. We have chosen to take our caravan to a remote farm that we know well in mid-Wales. In the last episode, I told how we had met Margaret an experienced bisexual exhibitionist, who ended up staying the night with us.

Rebecca had taken Margaret in the 4x4 to the bottom of the forest track which comes up to the field where we have pitched our caravan. It was late morning and I had prepared coffee and a snack well before I heard the 4x4 coming back.

"You've been a long time." I commented, "I've had time to fill the water tank and prepare elevenses. You only had to drive down to the bottom of the lane and back."

"I didn't realise you were timing me." Rebecca reply.

"Well I wasn't, you just seemed to have taken longer than I expected that's all." I said.

"We took a long time to say goodbye." Rebecca explained.

"Oh!" I said, then with a grin, "I understand now, did she undress you again?"

"No! ....Well not exactly." She admitted with a smile, "There was a certain amount of dishevelment involved."

"On whose part?" I asked.

"Both of us actually, although I'm afraid I started it." Rebecca confessed, "We stopped half down the lane for a bit."

"A bit of what?"

"Use your imagination for Christ's sake!" She retorted, "Don't act so dumb. Do you really want chapter and verse?"

"Yes."

"Well if you must know, Margaret asked me to park the car, so we could have a goodbye kiss. So I just stopped in the middle of the track, I could have pulled on to the bracken, but as I thought no-one would happen along, I thought it would be OK to stop right in the middle."

"Then?"

"Well what do you think happened?" She asked somewhat exasperated. "It was not exactly convenient in the front seats, so we had a session against the side of the car for a start."

"For a start?"

"Yes, well we ended up lying in the bracken. Our tee shirts pushed up under our armpits and her shorts and my skirt kicked off completely. By the way I have decided to shave my pubic hair off after going down on her."

I shook my fists in celebration and issued a breathy "Yes!"

"I thought you'd like that." Rebecca said with a smile. "She tells me I will benefit too as it will become more sensitive down there to tongues and things."

"Things? What sort of things?"

"Never you mind!" She told me a little sharply. "Anyway, we fingered each other to a climax, kissed and licked away any juices, got dressed and carried on down the lane. As we were having a final hug, at the bottom, a tractor went past. But I didn't recognise the driver."

"So it wasn't Bruce."

"No.... Oh I forgot to tell you I have a date." She eventually told me.

"A date? Who with? Margaret?"

She took a bite of a buttered bun, and shook her head. "No." she mumbled with her mouth full, "Bruce, at afternoon milking. He's going to teach me how to hand milk."

"That is not as easy as it looks. I thought it all done by machine now." I said.

"Hmm." She replied, still eating her bun. "apparently it is all in the movement of your fingers.

"Really?" I exclaimed. "Perhaps I should have a lesson too then in the correct use of my fingers."

She laughed and nearly choked on her bread. "You know how to use your fingers pretty well already! But come along, do. Perhaps you bring the camera too."

"Why?"

"I'm going to wear that torn tee shirt we discussed."

"Oh. Right!" I had forgotten about the tee shirt with all that had happened in the last twenty four hours."

"We have to do things to it first." Rebecca said quietly.

"Make it more revealing, but no too obvious." I suggested, "Make it look like just an old tee shirt."

"More or less," She agreed, "But as he's and old friend, I think we can take a few liberties with it. Do you remember that New Year's Eve, when we nearly swap......."

"I remember." I cut in.

"I've never really understood why they called it wife swapping as opposed to partner swapping." She said.

"I think the term predates the political correctness brigade." I told her.

"Possibly.......................You know we came so close to doing it with Haley and Bruce that night, I often wonder what would have happened since." She sounded sad.

"Do you regret not swapping, that night?" I asked.

"Sometimes." She admitted.

I suddenly had a thought! "You're not contemplating doing something like that with Bruce -- without Hayley being involved?"

"Of course not!" She snapped. "I just want to give him a glance at what he missed. Have a laugh and perhaps tease him a bit. Do you think I shouldn't?"

I chuckled. "Knowing Bruce as well as I do, if you flash him I think you'll be lucky to escape and still have your shirt on."

She laughed. "It wouldn't be so bad if I didn't, after all as a dairy farmer, he's seen enough mammary glands in his life!"

"Yeah, but most of them have four teats!" I joked.

"I always think quality is better than quantity, ..... Don't you?" She lifted her shirt and shook her braless tits at me."

"You're asking for trouble young lady, I've a good mind to march you round there completely naked and show you to anyone who happens to be there." I spoke sternly but had a job not to laugh.

"Perhaps you should." She replied, "But please not this afternoon, it will spoil the surprise. If we visit the house one evening before we go home, then as I said to you before, anything goes!"

"What's this IF? Don't you mean WHEN?" I asked of her.

"Well I suppose I did really." She admitted. Then hesitated, "Now what are we going to do with this tee shirt?"

"Crop it off short for the first thing, then widen the neckline, so it keeps slipping off your shoulder. Put a few more tears in it. Rub it between two rocks so the fabric is worn through in places." I suggested.

"You're full of ideas aren't you?" She said.

"Do you like any of them?" I asked her.

Rebecca looked at me, came towards me and kissed me full on the lips. "All of them." She said softly. "You naughty boy."

She put on the shirt, so we could judge just how much to cut off. "What about here?" I asked.

"How much below my boobs is that?" Rebecca asked.

"About five inches." I told her.

"I think we can risk a bit more than that." She suggested.

"Another inch?"

"Yes, although if we are going to widen the neck , it might sit a little lower." She replied, "Tell you what, just touch the bottom of my breast and drop the scissors two of your finger widths."

"Just as you say, madam, you'll be the one wearing it!" I told her. Then I marked the shirt with a small cut, so we cut round the hem easier after she had taken in off again. "What about the neck?" I asked.

"I think the best thing," she said, "is to widen the neck as much as possible, say almost to the shoulders, but not too much out of the neckline. The back of the neck could be cut in a scoop to say the level of my shoulder blades. This would mean that the cropping should be less at the back than at the front. So that it doesn't lose too much shape, when it slides off my shoulder."

"You're going to let it virtually fall off, and you profess to be worried about the shape of it?" I laughed.

"If you're going to be like that, you can forget it "virtually" falling off, it bloody well WILL fall off!" Rebecca countered. "Anyway let's get busy with the scissors." We laid the shirt on the table and despite Rebecca's protestations about shaping, we cut the same amount off all the way round the hem. Then we widened the neckline going almost from shoulder seam to shoulder seam. We decided on cutting at least six inches out of the back of the neck. She tried it on. What a success!

If she stood completely still, the shirt stayed on her shoulders. If she wiggled her shoulders a bit, one or other of the side of the top slid down her arm. If she tried just a little bit, she could make it slide off both shoulder at the same time. This looked really sexy, but didn't completely uncover her breasts, just the top of them. However, if she bent over forwards, the shirt fell down, so that a down blouse type of view revealed her breasts in all their glory. "Right." She said, "That will do. You go and distress it somewhat with your two rocks idea, whilst I decide what to wear with it."

I went over to the pond and found what I was looking for. Two large rocks, one relatively, but not completely smooth, the other a flinty rock with a few sharp edges. I moistened the rocks and the shirt with water from the pond and set to work. The shirt snagged almost immediately, so concentrated on that spot. Very soon a small hole appeared on the cotton. I did this in several places all over the shirt until it began to look a bit ragged. Some holes I made bigger than others. One of the slightly bigger ones was where I estimated the side of Rebecca's left breast would be. Then I deliberately frayed all the cut edges so it didn't appear that they were new cuts.

I returned to the caravan with the damp shirt in my hand. "You've wet it!" Rebecca complained.

"I had to do that to get the stones to wear it through rather than just rip it to shreds." I explained, "Here try it on."

She pulled on the shirt," Oh, it feels cold!" she moaned. Then she inspected herself in the mirror. "Terry, It's brilliant! Look, you see the side of my breast through that hole." I noticed too that she had trimmed her pubic hair to a thin landing strip. I smiled and nodded at the new style. "I couldn't shave it properly, I need you to help me another time." She told me.

"So you can." I tried to sound surprised and examined the hole. She washed the shirt out again and wrung it out really hard, which helped with the aging of the fabric too. We had lunch before relaxing for an hour, then set off for the farm across the fields. Rebecca had chosen to wear her denim miniskirt with the shirt and I thought she looked fabulous. Even in her wellington boots. We had both worn the wellies, because we knew that we would be going into the milking parlour, which was always wet, and across the holding pen which was always messy when the cows had been through.

Bruce was not in the yard when we arrived. We noticed that Hayley's car was not there, so we went to the farmhouse. The protocol at this farm, (along with, I suspect most others, is that Wellies were left by the front door. No-one went into the house with them on. We found Bruce in the kitchen completing some animal movement certificates, all part of the bureaucracy of running a farm these days.

Bruce was surprised to see us. "You're very welcome, but you're too early, it will be at least an hour before I even get the cows into the holding pen." He said, eyeing Rebecca's mode of dress.

She reacted well to his scrutiny. "Oh sorry about my tatty clothes, I just threw them on because Terry wanted to take a few photographs of me in the hay barn, if that's all right."

"Yes sure go ahead." Bruce said, "You both know how to conduct yourselves with regard to the animals. I will be out to join you when I've finished this paperwork."

"Where's Hayley?" I asked. 

"She's gone out on a trip to Bishops Castle with the farmer wives group." He told us. "They are having a meal out so they won't be back till quite late." 

"What are you doing for a meal tonight?" Rebecca asked.

"I'll find something in the freezer," Bruce told her. "I'll be all right.

"I'm not having that!" Rebecca snorted. "I'll cook something for you here and that's final!"

Bruce laughed. "Well that's me told." He said.

Rebecca and I went across to the hayloft where, she lay and rolled about on the bales of hay, while I took some photographs of her in various stages of undress. In the end she was completely nude and playing with herself. "If you carry on like that, I'm going to have to come over there and give you a good seeing to!" I told her.

She shook her finger at me. "Not this afternoon, I want to be well charged up for when Bruce comes over." Then we heard the sound of gates being opened and the cows calling. "I think we'd better get down there." She added.

She quickly got dressed again (it didn't take long) and headed down to the milking parlour. "Are you still going to show me how to do it?" Rebecca asked Bruce.

"Yes," he said, "but not here as I will use the milking machine. In the other barn there are some calves which we need to feed, so I will keep some milk back, but there is also a cow over there who we can milk by hand just to show you how it is done." We found the cow, who seemed to be quite quiet and used to Bruce's hand. He sat down on the stool and showed her how to sit and how to use her fingers to extract the milk. He turned to Rebecca, "Now you have go."

She sat on the stool, legs well apart, to brace herself in case the cow kicked out. She put her head against the loin of the cow so she could feel if the cow was going to kick. Her short skirt had ridden right up and her bare pussy could easily be seen. I was busy taking photographs as when she leant forward the shirt slipped off her shoulders and almost completely revealed her tits. I got some good shots of that. Unfortunately her technique was not right and she wasn't getting any milk.

"Come here let me show you." Bruce said and as he pulled on her shoulder, she fell backwards off the stool, her legs splayed out and one of her breasts out of her top. She didn't move for a while.

Bruce was looking and smiling. "Do you like what you see?" Rebecca asked him.

"You know damn well I do!" He said laughing, "But if you're going to learn, you've got to do like this." One stroke with his hand and milk spurted into the bucket. "And for those people who don't concentrate, we do this!" He bent up the cows teat and squirted two long streams of milk at Rebecca. His aim was good. The first one caught right on her pussy, the other caught her on the tits and face.

"It's warm!" she cried, but did not move. Bruce turned the teat up again and dowsed her in milk for a second time. "I like it!" she giggled.

"That may be so, but we can't waste any more milk giving you a shower. "You can come down to the parlour and see how we do it nowadays. 

We trooped out into the yard, where I caught Rebecca's arm. "I think that went better than you dared hope didn't it?"

" I loved it!" She exclaimed. "Especially when he was spraying me with warm milk!"

"Piss is warm too." I said.

"Then I might be tempted to try it sometime!" She said hugging my arm.

"Will you do something else for me before we go home?"

"What's that?"

"Pose naked with the cows in the field." I asked her.

"Is that all? Of course I will." She replied.

We arrived at the milking parlour, where the milker stands in a pit about three feet deep so he is at a convenient height to apply the milking machine clusters. Bruce wore a rubber apron and latex gloves. The cows all have an electronic ear tag and there is a reader which identifies which cow is which and delivers the appropriate amount of pellets of food. Most parlours have music playing as the milking is taking place to relax the cows as they settle down and give more milk more quickly.

Bruce also demonstrated how alert you have to be when milking. The three of us were standing in the pit, suddenly he pulled me to one side and in a second or two one of the cows produced a long stream of piss into the pit. He did not warn Rebecca and she got it all down her back, soaking her shirt, skirt and legs. "OH!" she gasped. "You buggers! You knew that was going to happen didn't you?"

I am afraid Bruce and I just stood laughing.

"You rotten sods!" she moaned, but saw the funny side of it.

"You're just lucky it wasn't shit!" Bruce called out still laughing.

"You know I think that would have been better!" I said. "I've heard of mud wrestling, but cow shit wrestling would be something new!"

"Don't get any ideas about that!" Rebecca said. " I might be tempted in custard or jelly, but you can count cow shit as being definitely off the menu." 

I filed this information away in my memory for future use. As Bruce suggested she go over to the house to have a shower.

Nothing more of note happened , as together Bruce and I cleaned up the parlour, scraped the yard and put the cows out to grass. As we entered the house the delicious smell of something cooking wafted past our nostrils. "Just in time!" Rebecca called out. "Dinner is served." She had done us proud and produced a really super meal. Basic good fare but perfectly cooked. "Get washed and sit down I'll bring it into the dining room." The dining room? Most farm meals were eaten in the kitchen. The dining room was kept for high day and holidays. Bruce and I sat down and in strode Rebecca wearing only a short bathrobe, carrying a tray with three plates on it. "Like what you see?" She asked. 

"Are you talking about the meal or yourself?" I asked.

"I'm open to compliments in any quarter." She replied.

"Well my dear." Bruce put on a yokel voice. "I think both look good enough to eat!"

With that we all burst out laughing. As the meal progressed, Rebecca carelessly let the robe slip open more and more. Nobody said anything about it, but we all knew what was going on. Rebecca had found some wine in the house, opened it and poured us each a glass. "What are you going to do with yours?" Bruce asked her. "Drink it or pour it over yourself?" He clearly hadn't forgotten the story about what happened in the pub a couple of nights before.

She raised her glass, peered at him over the top the rim and asked. "What would you like me to do with it?"

"What do you think?" he asked. "I think you're a sexy bitch, and you know very well what Terry and I want.

"In that case then." She said as she stood up. "Cheers!" She raised her glass ain tipped it slowly over her head, soaking her hair and staining the robe red where it still covered her body. The wine ran over her breasts dripped off her prominent nipples, down her belly and legs, coating her bare feet too. "Now if you don't mind I'll have another glassful, but drink it this time."

After the meal, we just sat talking, and suddenly Bruce piped up. "How do you know Margaret Phillips?"

Rebecca gulped on her wine, (we'd opened a second bottle). "OH! We met her yesterday in Welshpool."

"Well," he said "According to Emlyn down the road you got to know her pretty in a short time, seeing as what you two were doing. Stay the night did she?" There was an awkward moment as Rebecca looked embarrassed and eventually admitted that she did. "Hmm, I thought so as her car was there all night." Bruce added.

"God!" Rebecca exclaimed, "You don't miss much that goes on round here do you?"

Bruce shook his head. "Can't afford to. We all look out for strange vehicles and unknown people in the district. Years ago one farmer lost a load of pregnant ewes. Sheep rustling you see? Another one had a quad bike stolen a few months ago. So you see there are lots of eyes and ears on the look out.

After that we loaded the dishwasher and decided to go back to the caravan, as we had a "date" with Margaret in the Market Tavern. Rebecca wore the stained bath robe back to the van and carried her top and skirt. After all they might come in handy again.

We quickly changed and set out for the village, arriving at the pub about ten minutes later than we had planned. Margaret was already there. "Don't order any drinks, I would like you to come with me to a party in Oswestry."

"We're not dressed for a party." I protested.

She looked at me "You'll do." as I had on some chinos and a reasonable shirt. She looked at Rebecca, "I have just the thing for you at my place. Come on, follow me." Somewhat in a daze we allowed ourselves to be propelled out of the pub and back to the car. "Follow me to Welshpool and then we'll take a taxi to Oswestry." She said.




Second Honeymoon Ch. 03



As we drove along, behind Margaret's car, Rebecca asked, "What are we doing?"

"Apparently we are going to a party in Oswestry." I said flatly. Oswestry is a bigger market town about fifteen miles from Welshpool, over the border in England.

"Why?" Rebecca asked.

"Because Margaret wants us to." I said somewhat unnecessarily. I didn't really understand her apparent reluctance, bearing in mind all that had happened in the last thirty-six hours or so.

Gradually she warmed to the idea, "I wonder what sort of party it is?" She wondered.

"Somewhere that public displays of affection are tolerated, I imagine." I replied. "possibly even between members of the same gender."

"Perhaps it won't be so bad." She mused. "I wonder what she wants me to wear?"

"Not very much, I would expect." I remarked.

This comment seemed to light her fire a little. "I hope so." She said.

By now we were in Welshpool High Street and I followed Margaret's car into a yard. "This used to be an old Livery yard," she told us. She pointed to a two storey stable block. "My office occupies half of the ground floor, the rest and the first floor is where I live."

She led us inside, through an office with a couple of desks, computers and filing cabinets, through to a door in the back. This was a kitchen with a utility room off to one side. Then we climbed the stairs. The place was a revelation. It was almost completely open plan, one big space, with bedroom area at one end with a king size bed and a lounge area at the other. It was extremely well furnished and luxurious. "I don't let my clients see this, they will think I'm making too much money!" she laughed. Then she showed us an enormous walk in shower cubicle. It was composed of a circular wall of glass tiles, with a curved access. There was no door or curtain, simply the curved wall to prevent water splashing all over the floor. "It is my main indulgence." She admitted. "I love just walking straight in after work with my business clothes still on, to wash the grime of the day away." There was room in there for at least four people, "Perhaps we can try it later on!" she laughed.

She showed us an extensive wardrobe, which was actually on runners, which slid to one side to reveal another one behind it. "I think we can find something in here foe Rebecca, don't you?" she asked. Rebecca was already fingering some of the fine fabrics hanging in there. "I thought" Margaret said to her, "That you might like to wear this."

It was a very fine pale green silk dress, that could almost but not quite be seen through. It was quite short and appeared to be backless, but having three quarter length sleeves. "It's beautiful!" Rebecca gasped, "It must have been very expensive....... Gosh! It's a Versace! Why would you trust me to look after it?"

"Because I think you'd look stunning in it. It is a sexy dress for a really hot lady. It could have been made for you."

"I don't have any shoes to wear with it." Rebecca protested.

"Da Daaah!" Margaret slid open another door of the wardrobe and there were shoes of all sorts in there. "Try these for size." She produced a pair of high heels in sparkly silver.

"They almost fit." Rebecca admitted.

"If they get too tight, just kick them off when we are at the party." Margaret laughed. "All sorts of items get discarded on the party night to which we are going!"

The women spent three quarters of an hour in "make up" and emerged looking ravishing. I felt quite under dressed, but Margaret assured me that as far as she was concerned I was acceptable. Rebecca looked really beautiful in that expensive dress, my only regret was that I would never be able to afford to buy anything like that for her. She was wearing just hold up stockings, a necklace down her back, the shoes and the dress. It was patently obvious that was all she had on. The fabric was translucent, her nipples were prominent and her areola could be seen through the dress. She did a twirl and the short skirt flared out to show her stocking tops. The back of the dress was cut almost indecently low. Anyone who stood close to her would be able to observe the beginnings of her bum cleavage. I was transfixed and very proud of her. A week ago, had she been given the chance to wear such a creation as this, she would have run a mile, being petrified to show so much of her lovely body.

Margaret was wearing a dress that was even more revealing. It was basically two pieces of white satin. The front was held round her neck halter style, by a gold chain with tiny links, which I thought didn't look too secure. The fabric was slashed down almost to her navel. The front panel was no more than about twelve or thirteen inches wide at the widest point. The hem was a miniscule amount below her smooth pubes. The back panel was secured to the front one by two similar gold chains to that which held the whole thing up in the first place, going from the corners of the satin at the rear to a point just below her breasts on the from panel. The thing is, the back panel was tiny, only about ten inches deep. There was at least two inches of builders bum showing above the top and it was hardly any longer than the front. She too was wearing hold ups and high heels. "Wow Margaret!" I exploded, "There's not much of that dress!"

"Don't worry." She said, "Before the night is out, I expect that there will be some people wearing even less than this." She produced a coat each for her and Rebecca. "Shall we go? The taxi is in the yard."

We were driven the fifteen or so miles in a very nice car limousine. Not the stretched sort just one that sat four in the back. I sat with my back to the driver and the girls at together on the sumptuous leather seat across the back of the car. "By the way, Margaret, did Rebecca tell you that your and her were seen saying "goodbye" at the bottom of the forestry track yesterday?"

"That will be Emlyn." She replied. "He's one of my customers. He also knows about my little foibles, having been the recipient on one occasion."

"You've had sex with a customer?" Rebecca asked quickly.

"Goodness me no!" Margaret laughed, "I may have been a little careless with my blouse buttons. It's not something I do, but he lives alone and I was feeling both sorry for him and a little randy. So I thought what's the harm? It wasn't at the farm, it was downstairs in my office. My assistant Julia had gone to lunch, and Hey Presto! My blouse caught on the edge of the desk when I bent over to pick up some papers from the floor, and the buttons were pulled open. I was careful to make sure he had a good look before doing myself up again. Neither of us said a word about it, we just carried on with our business meeting.

We arrived at a quite normal looking detached house, perhaps a little bigger that your normal three bed detached, but not huge. There were no cars outside and the curtains were drawn it looked as though there was nobody at home. The taxi dropped us at the kerbside and we walked up the short drive. We did not go to the front door but one down the side. We were let into a hallway, the ladies divested of their coats and we were introduced to the Beth our hostess and Dave her husband. Beth also had a sexy dress on, Dave was dressed in a similar way to me but in slightly better quality clothes.

Margaret then led the way into a big lounge about the size of a triple garage, but it was completely circular. "Nobody sits in a corner at Beth's parties." She told us. I took in the room. There was a thick pile carpet throughout , with two and three seater settees around the edge of the room. A warming open inglenook fire was burning in the large grate, which I thought was strange as it wasn't that cold outside. Nonetheless, the temperature was comfortable. The centre of the room was cleared, I supposed for dancing, although the carpet would make dancing in high heels impossible. Most of the women there had already discarded their shoes for comfort. "The bathrooms are through that door." Margaret told us and pointed. "Just relax, have a drink, dance, whatever.

There were I would say twenty five people in the room, although that can't be right as they all appeared to be couples. There was soft music playing and Margaret took my hand, "let's dance." Much as I wanted to, I was reluctant to leave Rebecca all alone. But Dave quickly asked her to dance and rather than being left a wall flower she took his hand.

Margaret snuggled up to me, pressed her pelvis into mine. "I hope you enjoy this evening." She whispered, "There's going to be some entertainment later on. One of these very expensively dressed ladies is likely to be stripped totally naked." I gasped. "But don't worry, it won't be Rebecca as she is a guest tonight, but it could be me, we never know."

"Well that wouldn't bother you." I whispered back, "being the exhibitionist that you profess to be."

"Ordinarily no, of course, but there is a twist." She told me.

"What is the twist?" I asked, not unnaturally.

"Wait and see, but I will say it comes at a cost to the victim." She whispered. She put her hand to my crotch and nestled my rapidly arriving erection in her hand. "I want this inside me again tonight, are you up for it?"

"Can a fish swim?" I asked in reply.

"Touch my tits, please, nobody will mind, especially not me!" So I did. With me caressing her beautiful breasts and her rubbing her hand up and down the outside of my slacks, I wasn't going to last long and I told her so. "Time for another drink then." She said and led me back to the settees. From our seat I could see Rebecca dancing with Dave. There seemed to be no "goings on" between them, although I suspect his hand was a little lower on her back that strictly ballroom style. His little finger was just sliding inside her low back dress and almost daring to touch the cleft of her arse.

Dave spotted that Margaret and I had stopped dancing, so dutifully returned my wife to me. After he had gone, I asked her "Did you enjoy that?"

"Yes." She said, "I did."

"He seemed to be taking liberties, were you worried about that?"

"No. Not at all, after all you can't come to a party dressed like I am and not expect to be felt up." She said. "It was a bit of fun -- I enjoyed it. Besides," She added, "I wasn't watching but I bet you touched Margaret in parts where the beer doesn't reach."

"Guilty as charged." I laughed. "By the way did he tell you about the entertainment a bit later on?"

"Entertainment?" 

"Yes, there is a possibility that one of the women here tonight is going to get stripped naked." I told her.

"Hah!" she snorted. "I'll bet that'll be me as I'm new here."

"No apparently not. Although, it could be Margaret. None of them know who it will be and seemingly there's a twist which is costly to the victim."

"How costly?" She asked.

"I've no idea. I suppose we'll find out soon enough."

A lot more drink dancing and some hilarity followed. Each of the ladies (including Rebecca) was required model their dresses around the room to be appreciated. While all this was going on comments and questions were being thrown at her. It was all good fun and the women enjoyed it too. I was surprised when inevitably questions, usually from other women, were asked such as who designed your dress. Names like Ralph Lauren, Stella McCartney, Vivian Westwood, Bruce Oldfield were being bandied around. There was a big cheer when Rebecca announced she was wearing a Versace dress. (She had been warned before hand by Margaret not to tell them it was a borrowed garment).

Then soon it became time for the main event, in the meantime, almost every man had danced with every woman and they all seemingly had carte blanche to feel, touch or kiss as they please. I must admit I enjoyed that bit. The women there were well out of my league and to dance with someone wearing a designer dress was a new experience for me. All the time, I kept wondering if my partner at the time might be the one to suffer being stripped later on. I did not mention it and neither did they. I got the same story from both Margaret and Rebecca. Margaret said that they all knew it was likely to happen and hoped desperately that it wouldn't be them, but the excitement of the very real possibility kept them coming to the parties.

Then Beth walked in with a pottery vase out of which a dozen or so straws sticking out of the top. "Just to remind you ladies, tonight there are four straws in the pot marked in red at the bottom. So each of you has about a one in three chance of drawing a red straw. The one who draws a red, will be tonight's "volunteer" if there are more than one, then a game of chance will decide the one to be nominated." She then said. "Rebecca as you are not involved tonight, would you care to officiate?" Beth asked her. "All you have to do is to walk round the room and let each lady take a straw." That seemed easy enough, although as it turned, out most of the husbands managed to cop a feel of my wife as their wife was drawing her straw. She'd had enough to drink not to mind, and found it funny that the wives gave their husbands a treat by taking a long time to decide which straw to draw.

There were three women who drew red straws. I suspected that there were more than four in there in the first place, but Rebecca turned the pot upside down to prove that what Beth said was correct. One of the women to draw a red straw was Margaret. "Oh my God!" she exclaimed, as she went to the centre of the room, "wish me luck!" Of the other two, one was a blonde in her late thirties the other was brunette in her mid forties. The three women stood in the centre of the room all looking nervous. The blonde, Susan, was the one wearing a Bruce Oldfield dress, whilst Patty was wearing Ralph Lauren with Jimmy Choo shoes. They each drew a card and the lowest card meant that they were excluded. Margaret was excluded in the first round and she came over to join us. "It is only Susan's second party." She confided in us. Patty has been to many and been picked out twice before."

Just then Dave came in the door carrying two coats and two handbags. It seems they belonged to Patty and Susan. The women drew again, Susan lost, there was a gasp around the room. "Tell me Susan, so you want to dance for us?"

"I'll dance." She announced, visibly moved, although I sensed there was a bit of nervous excitement about her voice. I noticed that she had also put her coat and shoes back on. Dave put on some music and Susan began a very good striptease routine. She pulled her hair out of it's clips and immediately looked sexier through being dishevelled. The coat a beautiful double breasted item, went first. She shook her hair out as she undid the side zip of her dress, which looked very expensive and classy, she pulled it off her shoulders and it slithered in a pool around her feet at she was wearing a very sexy bra and thong, hold up stockings. Each of these were lovingly removed slowly to the music, with the exception of her last stocking, which she deliberately laddered, before tearing it to shreds, sitting wide legged on the carpet. When she had finished, there was a generous round of applause.

Dave then spoke. "Thank you Susan that was superb! As is usual, Susan is now available for dancing with either ladies or gentlemen, and may I remind you that providing you only use your hands or lips, no hold are barred. May I suggest that as Terry is our guest here tonight, he has the first dance. 

I stood up and pulled the naked woman into my arms. I had danced with her earlier in the evening, as had most men. We were joined by other couples in the middle of the room. "You're beautiful," I said. "And very brave."

"Not brave, but unlucky." She answered.

"I don't understand," I said to her. "Most of the women here tonight are pretty close to being naked already, you are just that little more exposed. Take a look at Rebecca and Margaret for example, they are not wearing much more than you."

"You're right." She told me, "You don't understand. You clearly do not know what is going to happen to me. I am going to be left dirty and humiliated and a lot less well off! By the way you are supposed to be touching me all over, wherever you can get your fingers or your lips." She kissed me lightly on the cheek, "please join in later, it is a point of honour for the woman."

"Come on Terry, your time is up." David was tapping at my shoulder. Another man took my place and almost immediately fingered her cunt. Which under the rules apparently, she had to allow.

I immediately collared Margaret. "What did Susan mean when she said that she would be left dirty and humiliated?"

"You'll see!" she whispered, "But you must join in or it will not have been worth it! Now dance with me!" I could see that Rebecca was already dancing with another man, so I pulled her to me, saying, "Come here you sexy bitch!" I took the opportunity to slide my hands down the back of her dress and cup her bum cheeks in them.

"I like dancing with you." She whispered. 

"I like fucking with you." I whispered back.

"Maybe later." She intoned. We danced for a while longer, sexually arousing each other.

"Can I dance with my husband?" Rebecca butted in. She also fell into my arms, slightly drunk. "That poor woman! She said. 

"It seems it's not over yet." I told her. "Susan told me that she is going to be left dirty and humiliated and a lot less well off. Do you know what she means?"

Rebecca shook her head. "Nobody will tell me."

"Apparently, if all the men, and that includes me, do not do something to her, she'll be even more humiliated as it means she is unattractive." I explained to Rebecca.

"She is most definitely attractive!" was Rebecca's riposte. 

It seems it is all in the perception." I said.

Just then Beth reappeared, carrying two or three large bath towels. A space was cleared on the floor and they were laid on the cream carpet. "Susan." She said, "Will you now take your place please?"

Susan separated herself from the little group she was talking with and walked nervously on to the towels. "I think we will go with gentlemen first tonight." Beth said as Susan lay down on the towels. "You've all had the chance to finger her, now is the time to cover her. "Who is going to be first?"

Dave stepped up with his penis out and proceeded to masturbate off over the recumbent figure. "I always envy them this bit!" Margaret whispered shuddering a little. 

"I get that." Rebecca whispered in return. "Perhaps Terry will try it with both of us later!" I looked in surprise at her. She tilted her head and said, "We women have our fantasies too!" I grinned. Something else to file away for the future.

There was a lot of cheering going on as each man emptied his scrotum over the hapless Susan. To be fair, she did not seem perturbed by the experience. "Come on Terry," Margaret said "Let me give you a hand." Moments later I was being wanked off by one woman over another. I found it to be a strangely erotic experience and I clearly wasn't going to last long. "Cum over her face and hair!" Margaret urged, becoming aroused herself. With her expert handling I was soon shooting three or four strings of semen at Susan's head. 

When I had finished, Susan looked up at me. "Thank you." She mouthed. 

Margaret was highly aroused at this point and knelt before me in front of all these other people and sucked my wet penis clean. Then came the photographs. Pictures were taken of Susan all messed up and covered in spunk. "These will be on the internet as usual with twenty four hours." Dave announced.

"Is that some private site?" I asked.

"No. It is a public site to which anyone has access." Margaret told us. "Her name will also be published too."

"What about her address?" Rebecca asked somewhat cynically.

"Don't be ridiculous!" Margaret admonished her. "It will just say Susan from Shropshire. But there will be a before and after photograph of her so there is no doubt about her true identity, to those who think they might recognise her.




Second Honeymoon Ch. 03



Then something happened which was truly shocking, her clothes, including her coat and shoes and handbag were fed into the fire. Such wanton destruction shook us and neither Rebecca nor I wanted to be there any more. We told Margaret we were leaving. She found her phone, called a taxi and said, "I'll come with you, now it's all over."

In the car on the way back Margaret explained the motivation of the participants. Susan would be taken home naked and probably spoilt rotten by her partner. "all of the women are taking a big risk by attending these parties. Not all of them are exhibitionists, but they know what can happen if they do. The women get a big sexual high by risking the chance that their faces will be shown on the internet covered in cum. I know this because I get it too. So far, I have never been selected, but if and when I am, I know that pictures of my cum covered face, name and locality will capable of being seen by millions throughout the world. But more importantly by people who could readily indentify me locally. Clients too, so even my business could be at risk."

"Most of the women there tonight were of the professional classes. For example tonight there were two teachers, a doctor, a chiropodist, a local government officer an accountant (me), a senior manager with a national company, I could go on but I am sure you get the message. These by the way are the women, not their husbands. The fear that it will be them who are picked out gives them a nervous energy thrill much stronger than anything else, other possibly than drugs. I can guarantee that every one of those women gets shagged rotten when they get home, such is the sexual passion aroused by the risk they have just taken. Do you begin to understand that they are prepared to risk their reputations and possibly careers in return for the high that they experience on party nights."

"What about Susan tonight, who is she?" Rebecca asked.

"She runs a flower shop in Shrewsbury and is a member of the local Chamber of Commerce, so she risked an awful lot in attending the parties, although she was very unlucky as it was only the second one she had attended. I know last time, she told me she was sexually rampant for a fortnight both before and after the party." Margaret informed us.

"Is that her career ruined then?" I asked.

"Not necessarily," Margaret said, "There is always the chance that her main customers will remain unaware of her activity. Other ladies in the group will go out of their way to patronise her business. Of course she may never get picked again, so it remains a high for her every time she puts herself at risk so to speak."

"What if someone recognises her and puts a print on the window of her shop?"

"There is always that possibility." Margaret said flatly.

"What about the dresses, those beautiful clothes?" Rebecca asked.

"There is an understanding that a certain standard of dress will be observed. That is, designer dresses as a minimum, hand made shoes are a norm, although as you saw, not many people actually wore shoes during the party. They all add to the cost of the outfit. It has become a feature of the parties that the women wear extremely expensive outfits as that adds to the risk involved. The greater the potential of loss the higher the buzz in possibly getting selected. Two parties ago Patty was given the treatment whilst wearing an outfit costing more than £17,000 if you include, dress, coat, shoes, handbag etc., yet she was back the next time in an outfit almost just as expensive, and as you saw she was very nearly selected again tonight. She would have gone through the same ordeal a second time in two parties." Margaret continued. "Of course there is no little inconvenience too because I don't know if you saw , but the handbag and contents are all burned, this includes credit cards, money, make up and mobile phones. So the victim has to replace all of those as well as her wardrobe. All of these things add to the apprehension and excitement being experienced. That is why it is worth it. It's like betting high stakes. 

Usually, the men in the partnership picked up the bill as their share in the risk.

"Hummph!" Rebecca huffed. "I could never justify that sort of expense for a sexual high, no matter how big a thrill it gave me!"

"Of course not!" Margaret replied. "All things are relative, you are perhaps not so high profile as these women, but you have no doubt a certain reputation and regard within your own circle of friends. What if you organised a party like say some of you might done in your teens where forfeits had to be paid, say like, oh I don't know, - run round the block naked? Or strip in front of all your friends and their husbands wouldn't that be similar, but on a lesser scale?"

"I suppose." Rebecca granted.

"Right, we're here now. Lets you and I go upstairs and get fucked rotten by your husband? OK?" Rebecca nodded, grinned and took her hand.

"Let's get in the shower now completely as we are!" Margaret suggested. But Rebecca refused outright to get the lovely dress she was wearing wet. "Ok then, go to the wardrobe, select anything you like, then come and join Terry and me in the shower! We won't be waiting for you!" Margaret grabbed my hand and I found myself being propelled into the shower cubicle.

Margaret hit a button as we went round the curved wall and turned her back to the wall, pulled me toward her. "kiss me." She said, now you know the sexual high I am on, do your worst to me. Anything and I really mean anything goes. Shag me against the wall, on the floor, up the arse, tie me up and piss on me. Whatever you want, you can do it to or over me!"

"Same goes for me!" We turned and saw Rebecca standing there still in the Versace dress.

"Good girl!" Margaret exclaimed, then to me, she said, "now you have two designer dresses to trash!"

Rebecca took the lead. "Margaret, get on your knees and lick me out. Terry can be pissing on you while you do it!"

We weren't even in the shower proper yet, just in the tiles section approaching it. Rebecca lifted the front of her dress and revealed her landing strip of pubic hair. She backed against the wall sank her hips downwards a little, opened her legs and told Margaret. "Get to it bitch!" Margaret knelt on the floor and placed her lips over Rebecca's wet labia lips. She almost choked as Rebecca let loose the full contents of her bladder over her face. "Drink it shit face! Drink it all down!" Margaret's face an hair were drenched in Rebecca's piss and she was loving it! I on the other hand was experiencing a big erection which made it impossible for me to follow suit. So I knelt down behind Margaret, unzipped my fly and entered her from the rear, doggy style.

With a double effort, from both me and Rebecca, soon Margaret began to shake and groan. When Rebecca had finished pissing, Margaret renewed her licking and sucking at Rebecca's clit. This was having the desired effect on her and she began to gasp and groan herself. With the combination of both women nearing climaxes I ejaculated right into Margaret.

We weren't at this point under the shower, it was flowing away about four feet away. Then suddenly Rebecca screamed with pleasure and slid down the tiled wall, pushing Margaret down too. The two women cuddled and kissed, deep throating each other, their expensive dresses rucked up around their waists as they lay on the floor. There is no logic in what I did next, but it seemed like a good idea at the time and it felt good. Boy! Did it feel good! I reached the removable shower head and dowsed both women down with warm water. Instead of protesting as I expected them to do, they revelled in it, rubbing each other's body, through and inside their dresses.

I gave them a really good soaking, their hair was flattened to their scalps their make up was running and they looked wrecked. I had found this look to be extremely sexy since my youth, but I had never ruined Rebecca's appearance as I was doing on this occasion. I decide to try to do this more often as she seemed not to object. 

I was learning a lot about her during this break. Firstly she enjoyed showing off her body, was not adverse to the idea of wrestling in custard or jelly. She fantasised about me standing over her and shooting spunk on her body. She didn't seem to mind getting messed up. She was like a different woman. 

She was already the love of my life, I loved her dearly, but I think I was falling in love with her all over again.

I did not have much time to muse on these thoughts as the tag team of Rebecca and Margaret, were advancing on me with a definite purpose in their facial expressions. Between them they pushed me under the flow of the main shower undressed me without too much care being taken as to the preservation of my clothes. When I was stripped naked, I wanted them naked too. I stood in front of Margaret and tried to lift the gold chain that held her dress from round her neck to over her head. "For fuck's sake Terry snap the bloody thing!" When I hesitated, "Go on! Do it! Like this!" she turned on Rebecca and literally tore that lovely, expensive and soaking wet dress, off her shoulders and down her arms. In an instant, Rebecca was standing in the shower with a costly rag around her feet. 

This called for some retaliation so Rebecca snapped one of the chains holding the front of the dress to the back and then pulled hard enough to break the halter neck chain. They started wrestling each other to the floor, apparently forgetting about me. I grabbed the nearest thing with happened to be shower gel and poured it over the pair of them. I then emptied the shelf containing the bathing aids, such as cream shampoos, body lotions, oils and any other fluid I could find. In order to make the best of these lubricants to their wrestling I turned off the shower. As their bodies got cover in the mixture of these substances, they got stickier and stickier. Their hair became matted. It soon became clear that they were no longer wrestling but making love. I wished I was involved, but they obviously had no need of me. 

I wandered out of the shower area and ambled into the kitchen. Looking through the cupboards for no particular reason, my eye was caught by one of those jars of cooking sauces. A wicked thought passed through my mind, I wonder if I dare? I quickly decided that I did and looked for something to complement the sauce. A bag of flour! 

I advanced cautiously into the shower carrying my weapons. Margaret was kneeling over Rebecca in the sixty nine position their bodies barely touching as the licked each other's nether regions. I opened the jar and ran a thick line of the sauce, from the back of Margaret's head to her arse. Some of this ran down on to Rebecca's face. Instead of spluttering in protest, it seem to prompt her to renew her efforts at bring her friend off. I rubbed some of the sauce into Margaret's already sticky hair, then reached under her body to smother her breasts in the stuff. I noticed a slight lifting of her torso to enable me to make a better job of it. I discarded the empty jar and picked up the bag of flour and sprinkled a bit all over them. This made their situation (as I later found out) much worse, but they started smearing the concoction over each others body, starting with their breasts, hair and faces. They then took to rubbing the mixture of bath products, cooking sauce and the small amount of flour into each other's pussies. I simply handed Margaret the bag with the rest of the flour in it and stood and watched as she systematically covered my poor Rebecca on the flour. She of course retaliated and soon they were attacking each other with handfuls of the stuff that they had been rolling in.

I was getting turned on again by this sight and just gently began to handle my prick and balls. As the women alternatively kissed and fought in the mess on the shower floor, the rags that had been their dresses were underneath them now completely unrecognisable for what they had been slowly my penis came back to life and I began working my hand back and forth. It was not too long before I was standing astride them, as they looking up at me, waiting for me to blow what semen I had left over them. "On our faces!" Rebecca urged me and so I duly delivered. Two string of white seed carrying spunk slashed across their faces, half into the eye of Margaret. 

"Now gives us both a kiss." Margaret suggested and I fell for it like a mug. I knelt down and bent over to kiss each of them passionately and they pounced. Soon I was the same colour as them a mixture of cream, greens, whites and reds of the stuff that I had tipped over them. They smothered me in it and soon we were laying giggling in the middle of a horrendous mess on the shower room floor. 

Then came the clean up. To be honest the floor and our bodies were not too bad. The difficultly came when trying to get it out of (particularly) the girls hair. Mine was not too bad as I have very short hair but both Rebecca had relatively long hair and the mixture had hardened into hard little lumps, like croutons you get in soup. They spent quite some time picking bits out of each other's hair as I was roundly cursed and sworn at. But we had to give up that night and all slept together in Margaret's king size bed. They were still picking bits out their hair the next morning.

That next morning, I had a problem. No clothes. The girls had torn my slacks off and despatched my shirt in much the same way the night before. "I'll have to go out and buy some new ones for you." Rebecca decided. Just then Margaret returned from nipping downstairs just to make sure that Julia, her assistant had opened up the office and everything was under control for a few hours.

"Wait, Rebecca, are you up for a challenge?" Margaret asked.

"For you? Of course!" Rebecca agreed. Then ........"Wait a minute I don't have to go out naked or something do I?"

"No, not at all, if fact I suggest you wear this dress." She held up a black knee length satin dress. A nice dress with a modest neckline, not revealing at all. 

Rebecca inspected the dress, looking for panels that opened or other aspects that might show off her body when she was unawares. "What's the catch?" she asked.

"No catch, do you agree?"

"Well, ....yes, OK." Rebecca put on the dress, paraded herself in front of the mirror, slightly bemused by the request to wear such a modest dress by such an exhibitionist. "I'm ready." She announced.

"There's just one tiny titchy little thing." Margaret added. "I guarantee that no one will say anything."

"Wha-at?" Rebecca asked cautiously.

"Just a little thing to amuse me. Would you please?"

"Yes ok then." Rebecca agreed. "What do you want? Do you want me to get something for you while I'm out?

"No, not really. I want you to go shopping with Terry's semen all down the front of the dress!"

Rebecca laughed. "You're filthy! But...... Ok it could be good for a laugh"

"Get on the bed and let Terry make his mark." Margaret laughed.

Considering that I hadn't ejaculated since that time in the shower, and been sleeping and having breakfast in the company of two naked women, I thought my chances of producing a reasonable amount of spunk quite good. In the event I was right. Spectacularly so, I think the incentive was the black satin. I projected four long streams of white seed carrying semen from waist to neck, then dribbled a small pool on the belly of her dress.

The beauty of the black satin was it showed up the spunk so well. Rebecca laughed when she saw it. "I can't go out like this!" she cried.

"But you promised." Margaret complained. "I guarantee no-one will say anything to you. If they do you can have the pick of any garment in my wardrobe and I will take your word for it."

"I know I promised! But look at me!" Rebecca stood in front of us with her arms held apart. The dress was significantly stained and it was most noticable.

"Free selection from my extensive wardrobe????" Margaret reminded her.

"Oh God! Why not?" Rebecca asked herself. "Go on then , I'll do it!"

As she was about to go downstairs (and through the office, in which Julia was working), Margaret suddenly chirped up. "Oh, as you're going out, you wouldn't mind getting these few things from the supermarket for me, would you?" She handed her a list.

"I've been done up like a kipper haven't I?" Rebecca laughed as she took the list. "What's this, your monthly shopping?" she said as she quickly scanned the list in her hand. She later recounted the story of her shopping trip. This is what she told us:- 

"Julia sniggered as I walk through the office in my cum-stained dress. I emerged into the yard and made my way to the street outside. I knew that everyone could see the stain, I was equally certain that most people would know what it was that caused it. At first I was very nervous about going out in public in such a state, but as I observed people's reactions, I became less so."

"It is too easy to generalise, but most of the younger women sniggered or laughed. Women in their forties would mostly smile, whilst older women looked disgusted. Men on the other hand, almost universally smiled or chuckled at the sight of me in my cummed-on state. The shop assistant in the clothes shop was very professional and made no gestures or comments. She served me very quickly though, selling me shirt, underwear and slacks. Presumably so she could go and have a good laugh in the staff room."

Rebecca went on, "In the supermarket, I found myself being followed round the store by a man in his fifties. He was not hassling me in any way, but he seemed simply to want to get a better look. A couple of times I turned towards him, but he was embarrassed by that and bore away missing his best chance of inspecting the mess on the dress. As I emerged from the supermarket, he eventually plucked up the courage to speak." 

"Excuse me you appear to have stained your dress?" He said in a very polite and well spoken way.

"I know!" I answered. "It's semen."

"Oh. Thank you." He replied, "I thought it was. Good day."

"Then he turned on his heel and walked quickly away, perhaps not anxious to be associated with me in case people thought it was his!" 

"You win!" Margaret announced. "Help yourself from the wardrobe." Rebecca told her that that would not be necessary, but Margaret insisted. So Rebecca selected a very nice LBD (Little Black Dress) which she would wear more often than the more exotic (or erotic) garments on offer. Margaret was disappointed with her choice and included a slightly more outlandish dress to go with the black one.

Around late morning, Rebecca and I got ready to leave. Margaret was trying to be a good hostess to us at the same time as fielding questions from Julia. We were clearly a little in the way, so having swapped numbers, we took our leave. 

On the drive back to the caravan, Rebecca asked, "Do you think we'll ever see her again?"

"I don't see why not, but she is a bit above our league." I replied, "However it doesn't seem to bother her. I know one thing it is impossible to think that we will ever attend a party like that again!"

"She told me that she had a special dispensation to take us as guests." Rebecca told me. "I am not sure whether I am glad we went or not." She went on. "I loved the opportunity to wear that fabulous dress and see those others, but the destruction of Susan's beautiful clothes still bothers me."

"I don't suppose it bothered Susan too much as she'd been to a similar party before and still went back for more." I remarked. "She obviously liked the thrill of the risk. Perhaps her true feelings will be revealed if and when she attends another party."

"The men were a bit cheeky," Rebecca said. "Their hands were everywhere!"

"Be honest with me now." I said. "Did you enjoy that part of it?"




Second Honeymoon Ch. 03



He started fucking her in the missionary position as they both watched Sam and Vanessa. Sam was fucking her so hard that the sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room. Vanessa had leaned down and had the side of her face pressed into the bed. Her one hand had moved back to her clit and she teased it while Sam forcefully fucked her. 

Michelle turned her gaze to Jon and looked him deeply in the eye with a sexy gleam in her eye. She took her hands off his back and hooked them behind her knees so she was holding her legs wide open for him. Jon moaned and began to fuck her harder. After she had cum once or twice she loved to be fucked hard and fast and she immediately began to groan and urge him to fuck her harder.

They were interrupted only by Sam's grunts as he came and then by Vanessa's wailing as she immediately started cumming again. They turned their attention briefly to the other couple and watched them cum before returning to their own wild fuck. 

Michelle actually started cumming first but feeling her pussy contract and twitch around him immediately started Jon's orgasm. He pumped her pussy full of her second load of cum that night and stopped fucking her only when he was completely spent and completely exhausted.

He and Michelle collapsed in a sweating mass as they held each other tightly and recovered from their efforts. Jon didn't even remember having enough time to turn his head and see what Sam and Vanessa were doing before he fell into a deep sleep.



Second Honeymoon Ch. 04



As much as neither wanted to admit it, both couples knew their vacation was nearing its end and they would be flying home the day after next. Part of Jon wanted to stay in the room all day and do nothing more than fuck, but he knew that as willing as the mind might be the body needed to rest.

They spent all day Friday shopping and touring the island. They stayed there all day and didn't return to their room until after dinner. They all sat on the small front porch of their cabana sipping drinks for a while longer until someone suggested they go inside.

Once inside they all did fuck, but it was nothing as wild as the previous night had been. Instead, each couple went to their own bed and tenderly and leisurely fucked before they all fell asleep. Jon enjoyed the chance to be alone with Michelle during sex and loved rediscovering her body after so many days of wild sex.

For their last full day they relaxed on the beach until dinner. They returned to their favorite restaurant downtown for a wonderful meal and then planned to explore the one part of the island they hadn't seen yet.

A bartender at the hotel had told them that the wildest place on the island on the weekend was a dance club down by where the cruise ships docked. According to him the place was always full of horny, drunk American's partying their asses off.

One step inside the club and they knew the bartender was right. The music was loud and the place was packed. They all four jumped right into the party. A few hours and many rounds of drinks later they were ready to go back to the room for one final fuck.

They all had quite a bit to drink although the two women were probably the worst off. Jon knew that Michelle got hornier and hornier the more she drank so he had eagerly been refilling her margaritas all through the night in the hope that she would be ready for something wild tonight.

In the cab on the way back Sam sat in the front with Michelle in the middle of the back seat. Almost as soon as the cab pulled away from the club Vanessa began whispering something in Michelle's ear. Jon recognized the twinkle of excitement in Michelle's eyes and she and Vanessa whispered back and forth and giggled nearly all the way back to the hotel.

Back in the room each couple met in a wild kiss and began to strip off each other's clothes. Before long all four were naked and fell onto the beds kissing and groping each other wildly. Eventually Michelle moved Jon to the edge of the bed and got down on her knees in front of him taking his cock in her mouth. Jon watched as Vanessa guided Sam to his feet and then directed him to sit right next to Jon. As soon as Sam sat down Michelle moved over to his cock and began to alternate her attentions back and forth between their cocks.

Vanessa fondled Michelle's tits and rubbed her back as Michelle continued to wildly suck both cocks. After a while Vanessa guided Michelle off the floor until Michelle was sitting on the very corner of the bed. Vanessa dropped to her knees between Michelle's spread legs and immediately moved her mouth to Michelle's pussy.

Michelle moaned in pleasure and lust at Vanessa's actions and then looked over at Jon and Sam who were still seated on the other bed and said, "Come here." Jon moved to her and stood next to the bed with his hard cock pointing at Michelle's face. Michelle wasted no time in wrapping her lips around him and resuming her blowjob.

Sam took his place right next to Jon and brushed his cock over the side of Michelle's face as she continued sucking Jon. Michelle let Jon's cock pop out of her mouth and she reached up taking a cock in each of her hands as she looked back and forth between them with a wicked smile on her face. 

Using their cocks to guide them Michelle began to pull the two men closer until the tips of their cocks were almost touching. She released Jon's cock and pushed on his hip guiding him to move closer to Sam until their legs and sides were pressing closely together.

With a moan in anticipation of what she was about to do Michelle again took Jon's cock and opened her mouth wide as she leaned toward the two cocks. She pressed their cocks together and wrapped her fingers around both of them holding them steady as she tried to shove them both in her mouth at the same time. She could only get a little of them inside together but she repeatedly pulled her mouth away and replaced it on their cocks in between taking the time to sensually lick the tips of their cocks.

Jon was surprised at how excited he was by this. The feeling of her lips stretched tightly around both cocks was very hot and the hard shaft of Sam pressed against him also was exciting. Michelle kept up her mutual blowjob until she tossed her head back and began to gasp and moan in what Jon knew was her build up to an orgasm.

Vanessa had been licking and sucking her pussy the whole time and had finally pushed Michelle to her first orgasm. Michelle released the cocks and leaned back on her hands for support as Vanessa wildly licked at her pussy and clit. Her body reacted strongly to her orgasm and Jon couldn't help but reach out and pinch one of her hard nipples between his fingers. 

When she finally finished cumming she sat up straight again and looked back and forth between the two cocks lustily. She took each cock in her hand again and resumed her mutual blowjob with renewed excitement. Vanessa moved back from her pussy and knelt on the floor watching closely as Michelle frantically licked and sucked the two cocks.

After several more minutes Sam finally gasped, "Ohhh fuck," in what Jon assumed was his prelude to cumming. Michelle stuffed both cocks in her mouth as far as they could go and wildly stroked her tongue over their sensitive tips. She also started to stroke their shafts as Sam began to let out short grunts.

When Sam finally started cumming Jon felt his cock jump and thought he could feel Sam's cum surging through his shaft before erupting into his wife's mouth. Jon stared wildly as Michelle took at least two jets of cum into her mouth before she let the two cocks slip out and continued wildly stroking Sam. Sam sent several more jets of cum all over her face before he finally finished.

Michelle immediately turned to Jon and shoved his cock into her mouth as deeply as she could take it. Jon was amazed at her sexual frenzy as she sucked and licked his cock with a wild abandon that he had never experienced from her before. He stared at Sam's cum still coating her face as she bobbed her mouth back and forth on his cock.

It didn't take him long to start cumming and when he did she pulled her lips back so she only held his tip in her mouth. She stroked his shaft firmly and took nearly his entire load of cum into her mouth. Only as Jon sent the last couple streams of his cum into her did he finally see some of his cum begin to dribble back out from between her lips. 

After she had taken the last of his cum into her mouth Michelle was pushed down onto her back by Vanessa as Vanessa crawled over her and met her in a deep kiss. Vanessa's tongue immediately probed into Michelle's mouth and both men watched excitedly as some of Jon's cum squeezed out from between their lips and began dripping down Michelle's cheek.

In a move that Jon had only before seen in porno tapes the women changed places and Michelle brought her mouth a few inches away from Vanessa's before she opened her lips and let a large glob of cum drip slowly out of her mouth and into Vanessa's. Jon groaned in lust at the sight.

Sam and Jon merely stood and watched in amazement as the women continued trading places and playing with the cum between their mouths. By the time they finished they had swapped the ball of cum several more times. As they traded it back and forth and continued kissing more and more of the cum ended up smeared all over their faces.

When they finally parted their kiss Jon wasn't sure if either of them had actually swallowed the cum or if they had let it all drip out of their mouths and get rubbed into their face. By that point, however, he really didn't care as he was sure that he would never seen anything as hot and nasty as watching them swap the cum back and forth.

Vanessa looked into Michelle's eyes and nodded slightly as she smiled deviously at her. Michelle giggled and got up off the bed and went into the bathroom. Vanessa turned to the two men and looked back and forth between their mostly soft cocks. She stood up and moved to Jon and immediately dropped to her knees before him taking his entire length in her mouth.

She wildly but expertly sucked and teased his cock and balls bringing his cock back to its erect state. As he neared his full size she moved him to the bed and had him lay on his back as she continued the job of restoring his hard on. She spun around and straddled his face in the 69 position and he greedily licked at her wet pussy. He was aware that she was the only one of the four to not yet cum tonight and her wet pussy clearly showed she was ready for relief.

She toyed with his cock and made sure he was good and hard as Jon excitedly explored her pussy. Before long he found her excited clit and gently sucked it into his mouth. She immediately let his cock pop out of her mouth and gasped, "Oh God!" She started cumming right away and pressed her pussy down hard onto his mouth as she ground her hips from side to side.

By the time she finished cumming Jon's face was covered in her juices. He expected her to change her position but she remained still and resumed sucking on his cock. He lazily explored her pussy as she stayed over him.

After what seemed like several more long minutes, time was sort of a blur for Jon, Vanessa crawled off his face and straddled his waist. She lowered her pussy down onto his cock and slowly let his full length slip inside her. They moaned together at the feeling of his cock in her and she slowly began to fuck him.

Jon had been so involved with Vanessa he had lost track of Michelle and Sam. A groan from Sam made him turn his head and he saw that Michelle had his hard cock in between her fingers. His cock and her fingers glistened with some sort of gel that Michelle had apparently squeezed out of the tube she held in her other hand.

Jon alternated between watching Michelle stroke Sam and watching Vanessa ride up and down on him for a while until Michelle released Sam and moved beside Vanessa. She poured a large amount of the gel on her fingers and reached down behind Vanessa as Vanessa leaned forward over Jon. 

Vanessa groaned and Jon could feel Michelle's fingers moving near his cock. He assumed that she was playing with Vanessa's asshole just as Vanessa had played with hers the other night. Some extra pressure on his cock let him know that Michelle had inserted a finger up Vanessa's ass. Vanessa moaned lustily and looked back at Michelle with a look that smoldered with lust.

Michelle kept playing with her asshole until Vanessa turned to Jon and looked down at him with a gleam of utter lust in her eyes before whispering, "Ready?" Jon had no idea what he was saying he was ready for but he didn't care as long as she kept fucking him. "Yes," he said as she broke into a wide smile.

Michelle stepped back and Vanessa looked over her shoulder at Sam and said, "You know what I want." Jon looked at Sam as he stood stroking his hard cock. Michelle squeezed more of the gel onto her fingers and smeared it over Sam's cock as he moved behind Vanessa.

It was only then that Jon realized what was about to happen. He looked up at Vanessa with wide eyes as Sam moved behind her. He felt Sam's legs rubbing against his as Sam positioned himself. Vanessa looked back at Jon and smiled wickedly as if to confirm that he was correct.

Vanessa stopped moving over Jon and leaned forward as Sam pressed in close to her. She squealed softly and her face contorted into something like a look of pain but then quickly relaxed. For a long time she remained still over Jon as Sam worked her asshole until it was ready.

Finally, Jon felt Sam push forward and Vanessa yelped and gasped as Sam's cock entered her. At first Jon only felt a small change in sensation as Sam only pushed the tip of his cock up her ass, but soon Sam pushed deeper and deeper up her ass and Jon felt a large increase in sensation. He could feel Sam's cock stroking back and forth against his own through the thin wall between their cocks.

"Oh my God!" Michelle gasped in astonishment as she stared wildly at Vanessa and the two men. Jon watched Vanessa's face as she held her eyes closed tightly and still had a look of vague discomfort. That look disappeared soon as Sam slowly worked his cock into her until she apparently grew used to the feeling. 

Sam began fucking her ass a little faster now and Vanessa's eyes slowly opened and looked first down at Jon and then over to Michelle. "Fuck," she moaned to Michelle, "it feels like they're going to fucking rip me in two." Her tone clearly let them know that she loved it.

After a while longer Vanessa began to shift her hips back and forth. She really wasn't fucking Jon but her small movements combined with feeling Sam fucking her ass was more than enough for Jon. He groaned and began to push his hips up into her periodically in a matching rhythm to amplify the sensation.

Vanessa began to loudly groan and exclaim repeatedly how much she was turned on and loving it. Jon was surprised at how soon they settled into a steady pace that seemed comfortable to maintain. Occasionally he glanced over Vanessa's shoulder at Sam and noticed that Sam seemed to be working very hard to maintain his position behind her. Either that or he was just so involved in fucking her tight ass that he had assumed a look of serious concentration.

Jon could occasionally feel Sam's balls rubbing against his own as they fucked Vanessa. It happened more and more as they drew to an orgasm and their fuck became more and more excited. Vanessa was the first to cum as she suddenly gasped and cried out as she orgasmed. Both men stopped fucking her and just let their cocks remain still inside her as she rode out her orgasm and began to slowly regain herself.

The trio soon resumed its fuck and lasted much longer than Jon would have expected before cumming. Jon was teetering on the brink of cumming and knew that the only thing holding him back was the fact that he couldn't really fuck her very well in this position. Still the feeling of Sam's cock, her wet pussy around him and body over him, and the simple knowledge of what was happening was enough to bring him to the edge of cumming.

After a while longer Sam pushed firmly against Vanessa and Jon could feel Sam's balls rubbing back and forth against his own. With a loud groan Sam started cumming and Jon was supremely excited to feel the jets of Sam's cum spurting into her ass with his own cock.

Vanessa cried out loudly again and urged Sam on until he had shot out the last of his cum. As Sam shot one of his last jets Vanessa wailed loudly again and started to cum one more time. Her pussy clenched and wildly danced around his cock and Jon stared at her face and tits as she came harder than before.

He began to buck his hips up and down harder and faster than before and she responded by moaning loudly and pushing herself down on him. Jon could still feel Sam's cock up Vanessa's asshole as he and Vanessa began fucking. Jon could only stand a few moments before he groaned and pushed his hips up hard into Vanessa as she pressed down hard on him. When he finally started cumming it was one of the most intense orgasms he could ever remember and he filled her pussy completely with his cum.

When he finished all three of them stayed together with both softening cocks still inside Vanessa. Sam finally pulled out of her ass and Vanessa then slowly rolled off Jon and onto the bed next to him. Almost as soon as she moved Michelle quickly crawled onto the bed and straddled his face bringing her dripping wet pussy down onto his mouth. 

Jon greedily licked and sucked at her pussy well aware that she was as wet as he could ever remember her being. The idea that she was excited by watching Vanessa get double fucked really turned him on and he teased her clit and fucked her with his tongue mercilessly bringing her to the edge of cumming several times only to move his tongue and let her calm back down.

As he licked her Jon was very aware of the wetness coating his cock and balls. He knew that most of it was either his cum or Vanessa's pussy juices but he also realized that at least some of it must surely be Sam's cum and the gel that lubed her ass that leaked down as they all fucked.

As he again teased Michelle's clit and had her teetering on her own orgasm he decided this was the time and easily pushed her past her control. She groaned loudly and pushed her pussy down onto his face as she came wildly. Her pussy twitched and literally shook all around his tongue as he slipped his tongue inside her and savored the sensation.

This was the second time tonight he had been smothered by a wet pussy and he loved every minute of it. She rolled off him only when she completely finished cumming and collapsed on the bed next to him. He wrapped his arms around her and looked up to see that Vanessa and Sam had moved to the other bed and were holding each other and watching.

Jon didn't want this night to end but he couldn't fight off the sleep that came with all the drinking and the heavy exertion of all the fucking. As he drifted off to sleep he became aware that he was lying in a large pool of wetness on the sheets from him, Sam, and Vanessa. He smiled slightly as he fell asleep.

Fortunately neither of the couples had early flights the next day. Still, by the time they woke up, showered, and packed it was time for them to catch their cab to the airport. Jon and Michelle shared their shower and didn't fuck, but they did let their hands softly explore each other as they soaped and washed each other's bodies.

As he carried their bags out and looked back at the room he laughed to himself and thought that this must be what the sets look like after filming a porno movie. The bed where he and Sam had fucked Vanessa was completely disheveled with sheets pulled off and tossed on the floor. The middle of the bed was stained with the outline of the large amount of their combined juices and cum. He didn't think the housekeeping crew would have any doubts about what had been happening in the room but he doubted they would even come close to guessing what had actually happened.

All four shared the same connecting flight back to the US before boarding their own flights home. They took each other's address information and swore that they would keep in touch and talked about making this an annual or twice annual vacation for the four of them. 

Deep down Jon knew it was probably all just talk as they lived nearly half the country away from Sam and Vanessa. Still, they made the plans before finally saying goodbye to their new lovers. As he watched them walk down the long hallway to their gate he reflected briefly on how a simple mix up with the reservations had given him and Michelle the most amazing sexual experience of their lives with two strangers.

Just before they walked to their own gate he and Michelle kissed softly and whispered to each other, "I love you."



Second Honeymoon Ch. 04



This is the (rather long) final chapter in the story of our sexual break in Wales. It involves exhibitionism, lesbianism and Wam, I hope you enjoy the telling of it. 

We are a married couple of ten years and this is the story of a break in the country we enjoyed with out our two boys, who are living it up with my parents. We in the meantime are seeking to live it up and revitalise our sex life, by behaving like naughty teenagers for a week. We have chosen to take our caravan to a remote farm that we know well in mid-Wales. In the last episode, I told how Margaret, an experienced bisexual exhibitionist, took us to a party. On the way back to the caravan, I had pulled off my wife's tee-shirt and tossed it into the back of the car. She was now riding topless in the car.

"You know?" Rebecca said, "I'm beginning to like being underdressed. Particularly when I can't reach my shirt as you've thrown it way into the back of the car. If we were to meet someone now I wouldn't be able to do a thing about it and it would be your fault!"

"So you are absolved from all responsibility for your situation." I replied.

"Exactly!" she exclaimed. "I could say you stripped me and I could not stop you."

"Did you want to stop me?" I asked.

"That." She said emphatically, "is beside the point."

"So, say hypothetically, I was to do the same thing in the pub." I suggested, "You would allow me to do it, and let me take the consequences."

"I would possibly ......say........ agree with that." She said she replied slowly after thinking about it.

"It's a deal!" I said triumphantly.

"What's a deal?"

"I can strip you or remove some or all of you clothing provided I take responsibility." I told her.

"That's not what I said!" She remarked.

"But it's what you meant!"

She looked at me and smiled. "I suppose it is." She said, "But only this week, with no kids about."

"What about the party we were talking about holding?" I asked her.

"That's different. We are likely to be with like-minded adults when that happens." She reminded me.

"I think I can work with that." I agreed. I then pulled up at the bottom of the forestry track which led to the field where our caravan was sited. "Go and open the gate there's a good girl." I told her.

She had done something similar before, in fact she rode naked on the bonnet of the car all the way to the camp earlier in the week. But that was in the dark and late at night. Now it was broad daylight and the middle of the day. "OK." She said quickly and slipping off her shoes, she didn't want to get them muddy, stepped down on to the muddy track in her bare feet. She padded round to the gate, opened it and closed it again after I drove through.

"You're not getting back into the car in that state!" I told her in no uncertain terms.

"Will I ride on the bonnet again?"

"You'll have to!" I told her. She clambered on to the bonnet of the 4x4 and held herself on by hooking her legs round the bull bars on the front of the car. "Be careful!" I called out. "I don't want to run you over!"

"And I don't want to fall off into the mud!" She called out in return.

"Spoilsport!"

She turned and put out her tongue at me and in doing so slid slowly but inexorably backwards off the bonnet down, head first into the mud in front of the car. It was a good job I hadn't even begun to move! She stood up, bare breasted, turned her back to show that she had landed on her back and was smothered from the back of her head to be bum. "Beast!" She called out, before I had chance to say that I hadn't done it. But then I saw that she was smiling. She climbed back up on to the car and shouted "Tally Ho!" and pointed up the lane.

When we reached the caravan, I confronted her. "I could have run over you!"

"But you didn't." She concluded, "So it was all right!"

"Did you fall into the mud on purpose?" I demanded.

"You may think that Terry, but I couldn't possibly comment!" She bounded away across the grass, "I'm going to the pond to rinse myself off! -- Bring the camera!"

In my turn, I went after her, camera in hand, trying desperately to remember how much space I had on the memory card. As I crossed the field, I reflected on the change that I have observed in Rebecca since we got her a few days ago. Before we were married and perhaps a little after, we had indulged in a bit of "naughtiness" in public, but nothing on the scale that she was now proposing. She, and I are both proud of the way she has kept her body in shape, even after having two children. She now seems to have developed the confidence to allow others to see in just how good a shape she is in.

I arrived at the pond to find her standing ankle deep in the water. "I thought you weren't coming!" she called out as I emerged from behind the tall reeds along the edge. "Ready?" she asked. When I nodded and raised the camera, she turned her back on me to show just how muddy she had got when she slipped of the bonnet of the car in the lane.

The whole of her back, from her bum to the back of her head was plastered in the stuff. Her shoulder length hair at the back of her head was matted and stuck to her skull by the muddy brown goo. She must have chosen a particularly deep rut to tumble into. Either that or she was very unlucky (or depending on your point of view, lucky) to have landed as she did. She waded into deeper water until she was hip deep, then she bent over to begin to try and wash the mud out of her hair. I think her waistband was a little tight as she bent over, so she undid the stud and lowered the zip a little way which allowed the jeans to hang precariously off her hips. The fact that she had not taken them off, but left them in danger of falling off, made the sight somehow a great deal sexier than if she had removed them completely.

Having satisfied herself that she had removed as much as she could by herself, she called me down to join her. "Come and wash my back for me." She called out. I scrambled down to the water's edge, but took the precaution of taking off my (new) slacks, which Rebecca had bought for me literally only a couple of hours before. "Wimp!" she called out, so I chased her round the pond, caught her and dunked her under. It was not long before she was parted from her jeans and I pulled her towards shallower water, which happened to be in a bunch of Bullrushes. I climbed over her and slid my hard erection into her, pressing her arse into the mud in which the reeds were growing.

As we shagged, she drew handfuls of mud from beneath the water and dumped in on to my back, piling it up on my shirt. As I thrust away in and out of her, we disturbed more of the silt and soon it resembled soup. Only her head and shoulders were above water level as my seed flowed into her receptive hole. As I recovered, I retaliated for her treatment of my shirt by, still lying on top of her, dumping a couple of handfuls of the mud on top of her head.

There now followed wrestling match in which we were both pushed under water and each suffered the indignity of having handfuls of mud thrust into our faces. I piled a load of silt on top of her head and rubbed it well in. We were both shrieking with laughter as she returned the measure. By now we were both naked, thrashing about in the pond and loving it!

We stayed in the water for almost an hour, if you include the clean up (of sorts) in the muddy water. My only regret was that no-one filmed it. I would have loved to have watched it over and over again. "It's a pity we don't have a pond." Rebecca said as we trooped back towards the caravan for a proper shower.

"Our garden isn't big enough." I told her, "Anyway the neighbours overlook our garden."

"We wouldn't always have to be in the nude." She explained.

"What about the boys?" I asked.

"We could always let them join in." She reasoned. "In the non sexy part that is. They would enjoy getting dirty. .............Like we do."

"What about getting one of those big inflatable paddling pools?" I suggested. "You know, the type that is about ten feet long. It would be a bit obvious filling it with mud though, we'd have to use water."

"Mmmm." She murmured as she thought about it. "I suppose I could develop a habit of accidentally falling in."

".....Wearing one of your thin cotton mini dresses, with nothing underneath!" I suggested.

"Down boy!" She laughed. "Anyway most of my cotton dresses are not minis."

"I'll help you shorten them." I offered. 

"I suppose." Rebecca agreed. "Perhaps you could take photos of my dress getting see-through as it got wet."

I could do a sequence, of you, say shopping in the market in the dress......"

"With nothing underneath?" She suddenly asked.

".....Don't interrupt!" I told her. "But yes, with nothing underneath. The skirt would be short, it would ride up as you drove home, then you would go into the back garden for something and fall into the pool."

"That sounds like a plan." She agreed, then added. "How short would my skirt be exactly?" 

"As short as you dare." I told her.

"Shorter than my denim skirt?"

"Oh yes!" I said emphatically. Then on a roll, "We could do a similar sequence in say a wrap-over dress. You in the town wearing it first of course followed by a similar slip into the pool." 

"You're getting into this aren't you?" She asked.

"Yes, I am." I said, "Aren't you?"

"Yes." She admitted, "I am." We had by now reached the caravan, as I might have mentioned before it has an external shower point. "Shall we have practice now?"

"We can, of course." I said, "But this shower is not powerful enough to get you really wet." 

"What a disappointment." She murmured.

"Let's have a quick bite of lunch, then you put on one of your thinnest dresses then we'll go over to the farm in time to catch Bruce washing down the parlour. That hose has a very good flow, without too much pressure." I suggested.

"How would we do it?" She asked, sounding quite enthusiastic.

"We'd walk over together then I would volunteer to finish off the hosing down of the parlour and I could accidently give you a good hosing down when you walked in unexpectedly." I said.

"You've certainly got that worked out quickly?" She said somewhat suspiciously. "How long have you been planning it?"

"It just came to me as I was talking through it." I told her honestly.

She thought for a minute, then announced. "I like it! Which dress shall I wear?"

"Something very thin and remarkably short!" I said with a laugh.

She laughed too, saying. "I don't have anything with me that meets your specification. You can choose thin or short, not both."

"Thin then." I decided.

"Thin it is then and preferably cotton in a light colour." She announced. "You get the lunch while I sort something out." 

I set about my given task with enthusiasm. "What about this?" Rebecca had put on a Knee length yellow cotton dress, best describes as a "shirt-waister" in that it had a fairly full skirt and the top resembled a man's shirt complete with collar. The three quarter sleeves were of a length that came mid way between her elbow and her wrist. Whilst the dress was not at all see-through, with the top buttons undone far enough down you could see that she was not wearing a bra.

"That looks fine." I told her. "what are you going to wear on your feet?"

"Wellies." She told me. "I'd love to go barefoot, but the field is a bit stony for that. And to wear anything else would just look strange."

We had a lay down after a relaxed lunch to kill a bit of time. We didn't want to get over to the farm too early, the timing needed to be just right if the effect was going to be as planned. Eventually I looked at my watch and said, "Perhaps we could start to amble over now. Are you still up for this?"

"Are you kidding?" she asked. "Of course I am! I'm really looking forward to it. Especially so as Bruce will be there. You have to remember to make it look like an accident. I want him to think that it happened by chance."

As we neared the farm we could see the first of the cows wandering out of the yard and into the field. That meant that Bruce had nearly finished milking. When we arrived, I could hear Bruce singing along with the radio as he washed down the parlour. Rebecca hung around outside as I went inside. "Hi Bruce!" I called. "I'll help you with that." He smiled, shrugged and handed me the hose. 

I sloshed the water about over the now perfectly clean concrete floor. I saw Rebecca slide in through the narrow gap in the sliding door that was wide enough to allow a person through, but narrow enough to discourage the cows from doing the same. "What did you say Bruce?" I shouted and turned my head so I was not looking where I was pointing the hose. In fact I knew exactly where the water was going, it was soaking my wife!

"Bruce!" I shouted out, "Did you call?"

Bruce re-appeared, "No I didn...........t, Oh my Gosh!" 

Rebecca stood before us taking the full force of the two inch diameter hose, disgorging I don't know how many gallons of water a minute. In truth there wasn't a lot of pressure, just a lot of volume. She stood with her hands on her hips "Are you quite satisfied?" she called out trying to look annoyed, but secretly enjoying every second of it.

Bruce quickly knocked the tap off and we both gazed at Rebecca. Dripping water, her hair plastered to her head, her dress almost completely see through and clinging to her body. Her breasts were not only outlined, they were visible through the sodden material. The skirt of her dress clung to her legs, but the fullness of the fabric meant that her pubes could not be seen. "My God Rebecca," Bruce gasped. "How did that happen?"

"My idiot of a husband wasn't watching what he was doing!" She told him blowing a water drip off her nose. "Look at me!" (We were!) "I'm completely drenched!" She turned her back to show how wet the back of the dress was and we could see the cheeks of her bum showing though the clinging material. I particularly like the way her wet hair hung down above her totally bare back as the literally dripping dress clung to her spine. 

Bruce spoke up. "Hilary's in the house, go and get dry. We'll be over in a moment."

"Don't be long then." Rebecca said and turned on her heel and stomped out of the parlour. 

"I wouldn't be in your shoes mate!" Bruce said to me. "Particularly as it looks as though you've revealed that she was wearing nothing under that dress!"

Bruce and I trudged over to the farm. "Dinner will be about ready I shouldn't wonder." He said. "Do you reckon you'll be wanting to stay for a meal?" 

We went in to the house and found Rebecca once again dressed in a bathrobe. She and Hilary were having a laugh about something. Hilary approached and wagged her finger at me, saying, "You are a very naughty boy!"

Bruce chipped in "I told him!" he chortled, "I did!"

Hilary continued. "You really shouldn't have played that trick on poor .....Bruce that way!" Bruce looked confused. Hilary told him. "It was a put-up job! They planned the whole thing!" Then turning to me, she said "I think you were very clever and deserve a kiss." With that she gave me a quick kiss on the lips. As far as the kiss goes, that was not that unusual as the four of us exchanged kisses like that with the other's spouses as a general rule. What was unusual in this case was as she kissed me, she gave my balls a tweak. I looked across at Rebecca and she gave me a wink.

As we sat having dinner, Rebecca was still dressed only in the bath robe. Apparently Hilary offered to find something for her to wear, but the overture was refused. I was not at all surprised to see that she was being less than careful with the amount of her body she was exposing, particularly in Bruce's direction.

Hilary was wise to this and said. "If I didn't know better, Rebecca, I might think that you were trying to seduce my husband!" 

Rebecca, speaking to Hilary, but looking at Bruce, offered, "What makes you think you know better Hilary?"

"In that case, Terry," Hilary turned to me, "After dinner, I have something to show you."

Rebecca, who appeared to have had too much wine, hooted "Is it covered with hair or have you shaved it?" We all laughed heartily at that and the mood was set for some major sexual banter, which continued right through the meal. 

I don't know at what point it became clear that we would be swapping partners. Nobody actually suggested it directly and no decision was formally made, it just seemed that a tacit agreement had been reached. It was possibly because we had come so close on a previous occasion. But everyone was clear as to what was going to happen. The meal things were cleared away and we decamped to the front room of the house, which unlike the dining room was used daily. It had the advantage that it was equipped with the most comfortable grey leather suite I have had the pleasure to use.

I sat on the three seater settee, Rebecca sat in one of the armchairs and waited for our hosts. Bruce and Hilary arrived in the room with more drinks, Bruce sat in the other armchair, whereas Hilary plonked herself right on my lap! There was signal between Bruce and Rebecca and she crossed the room and settled on Bruce's lap. Hilary turned her face to mine and kissed me. She kissed me in a way she'd never kissed me before. She made her intention clear. Sex was definitely on offer. 

I ran my hand over Hilary's dress and caressed her breasts. She quickly undid the buttons down the front and pulled my hand inside. The bra she was wearing appeared to be nothing special, but she whispered. "It unfastens at the front." I quickly found out how and unclipped it. Hilary is bigger built than Rebecca, that is not to say that she is fat, but her breasts are considerably larger. I was fascinated by their all encompassing softness, a bit like comfortable pillows and clearly made to feed from. They are magnificent. The thought of ejaculating over them, began to arouse my passion. I thought her nipples and areola were larger than Rebecca's but then I decided that comparisons served no purpose and resolved not to do so again.

I noticed that Bruce has slid Rebecca's bath robe off her shoulder and the sash from it was on the floor. I had known that Bruce had fancied Rebecca almost from the time we first met all those years ago. She was amused and flattered by his interest in her, though hitherto nothing much had been done about by either party. I suppose his big muscles, hearty complexion and big, slightly rough hands so used to hard physical work were and felt so different to my soft townie's hands. They were certainly being put to good use right now, exploring Rebecca's body.

I loosened all the fastenings on Hilary's dress as far as they would go. "Do you want to stay here or go somewhere else?" I whispered to her.

She then put her lips to my ear. "I don't mind staying here, after all we all know what is going to happen." She said very softly. "Besides, it might be a bit more exiting if we are all here together." Then after a moment's hesitation, "Do you want me to take off my dress?"

"That would be lovely." I replied. She stood up and removed her dress over her head, discarded her bra and tights, but left on her panties. So she was virtually naked as she sat back on my lap. I was surprised by her panties. I sort of half expected some sort of granny pants, but they were black and lacy, not what I was expecting at all. Over in the other chair, my wife's bathrobe joined its sash on the floor. She was sitting across Bruce's lap, but her legs were spread wide and although I could not see, I imagined a rough and calloused forefinger exploring her vagina.

I slid my fingers down inside Hilary's panties and found a pair of very wet labia lips. "That's yours to do what you like with tonight." She whispered. "Anything you have that you want to put inside me, is very welcome." She hesitated again. "I should have taken my panties off when I took off my dress. Will you help me with them?" I nodded and as she raised her hips, I slid the offending article down her legs and off her feet. "That's better." She whispered, then spread her legs to give me better access to her unshaven cunt. She ran her hand round the back of my head and pulled my face to hers. We kissed and our tongues explored each other's mouth. Then she moved her lips to my forehead and wet it with her saliva. As it dribbled down my face, she licked it dry. "I want you to come in me and over me." She murmured.




Second Honeymoon Ch. 04



"Tell me." I told her.

"I want to feel your spunk on my tits, on my face....."

"In your hair?" I asked.

"Everywhere!" She confirmed, "I want to be smothered in your seed, drenched in it and sticky with it. But most of all," She added "I want to feel it inside me."

"It may be difficult to do all that in one session." I explained gently.

"We have all night." She told me.

I slid from under her, my erect penis now bursting to spray its goo at her or in her. I lay her softly on the settee, stripped off completely and then lay down on top of her. She opened her legs wide and whispered. "Go slowly with me, I want to relish every moment." 

My prick slid into her with surprising ease, she really was ready. As I slithered in and out of her, the only sound was that of our breathing and the sloppy wet noise of our union being consummated. We continued in this slow fashion for several minutes enjoying the gentle love making that was going on. But soon our passion became more urgent and the pace quickened. Having done so, it then of course wasn't long before we were fucking for all that we were worth. Somehow during a moment's hesitation in our shagging, her legs became wedged over my shoulders. They stayed there as I pumped string after string of semen deep inside her. I believe that she had more than one orgasm as I served her, she certainly gave that impression. I was sated. Then I became aware that Bruce and Rebecca had stopped what they had been doing to watch us. "Lick me." Hilary demanded in a hoarse voice.

The next thing that happened, I found myself being pushed to one side as Rebecca dived between Hilary's legs and began to suck up the semen spilling out of her. I presented my now rapidly softening prick to Hilary's mouth. Without a moment's hesitation she clamped her lips around it and attempted to suck it dry. I was in heaven, but I did wonder if I would be able to do justice to those ample sized breasts that I was desperate to cover with cum. 

A moment later, Rebecca appeared with her face close to Hilary's. She pushed me gently out of the way and prised Hilary's mouth open with a finger and dropped some of my white gold that so recently had been inside Hilary's quim into her mouth. They kissed and Rebecca gave a groan as Bruce entered her from behind. There was no finesse with him. He was shagging her within an inch of her life so hard that she had to give up on the cum swapping with Hilary. Her face slid down Hilary's chest, her open mouth spilling a mixture of cum, saliva and sweat over her breasts. Soon her cheek was lying on Hilary's belly. Her mouth spilling what was left of the concoction of spunk and saliva over it. Then Rebecca was screaming with the pain and the ecstasy. "Go on Bruce! Fuck me. Fuck me Fuck me!..... Fill me Fill me Fill me! Oh! You fucking bastard!" Her face remained down on Hilary's belly and my prick was back in Hilary's mouth. Amazingly I could feel it starting to become erect again, but I knew that I had not any seed left in my scrotum. Suddenly we all knew that Bruce had pumped himself dry too right inside my beautiful wife. I was delighted. Rebecca shuddered, "Fucking Hell!" she exclaimed. 

Bruce pulled Rebecca up in to a sitting position on the settee and thrust his prick towards her mouth. "Bruce, I am leaking all over the settee." She just had time to splutter before he forced his wet sticky prick between her teeth.

"Sod the fucking settee!" We all heard Hilary call out as she took a breath as she licked and kissed my penis whilst frigging herself frantically. Eventually she climaxed for a second time and released my now semi-erect prick from her mouth. 

We were all sweating and hot (in more ways than one!) and took a moment to reflect on what had happened. "I can't tell you how long I've waited for that to happen." Hilary gasped, "And I know that Bruce has felt the same."

"You've discussed it?" Rebecca asked.

"Haven't you?" Hilary replied sounding surprised. 

"Not specifically, no, we haven't." I told her.

"Although we did mention the New Year's Eve incident the other day, and speculated on what might have happened if we'd carried on." Rebecca added.

"Well now you know!" Bruce chipped in. then with a leer, said, "Come here wench and satisfy my needs!"

"Unhand me Sire!" Came her retort. "You know not where I've been!"

"That may be so, you sexy bitch, but I know where you're going .... Bed!" She gave a squeal as Bruce lifted her and carried her bodily out of the room.

Hilary looked at me and smiled. "I suppose that gives us carte blanche to do as we like."

"I'm glad." I told her.

"So am I." she replied. "Give us a kiss."

I joined her on the settee, put my arms around her and hugged her to me. "Shall we take it a bit easier this time and perhaps enjoy it more?"

She toyed with my genitals and murmured, "I don't know that it is possible to enjoy it more than what we have already had."

I kissed her. "Let me try."

"You may." Was all she said before kissing me again.

I arranged our bodies so that she was laying face up along the settee, with her head in my lap. This meant that she couldn't touch my penis or scrotum as I wanted to regain my strength fully before attempting anything too vigorous. I was ideally placed to caress her upper body, something that I suspected that Bruce rarely except in a cursory fashion.

I gently caressed her breasts, shoulders, neck and arms and felt her begin to respond to my touches. "Mmmm that's nice." She murmured. "So .......... " she searched for the word to convey her feelings. " Sensual. I get so little of this with Bruce." Then, "I'm not complaining, I give as good as I get in bed, but it is all a bit wanton and lustful. I imagined that you would be different, less animal like, more romantic somehow." I tickled my fingers across her belly hardly making contact with her skin. I saw her legs open involuntarily just slightly, I could tell she was enjoying it. I bent down and kissed her forehead. "Mmmm. You know how to treat a woman." She said softly looking up at me.

"I hope so. "I replied.

"Rebecca tells me that you've started undressing her in public."

"Hardly that," I said. "I've encouraged her to go out less than adequately dressed."

"Tell me about that." Hilary said.

I began to recount some of the adventures we have had, and had got as far as me lifting off Becca's tee shirt before letting her get into the car in the village high street.

"So you have started undressing her in the street, despite what you have just told me." Hilary said accusingly.

"She is the one who likes flashing her body in the pub or when shopping." I protested.

"If we were together would you want me to do that?" she asked.

"I am in favour of most women wearing less in both public and private." I told her. "You would have to want to do it, feel the need and excitement of exposing yourself to people who wouldn't normally see your intimate parts. You might have an issue with doing it where you might be recognised, as indeed would most women."

"Have you ever visited a nudist beach?" she asked.

"No." I replied, "to be frank, I think it is more exciting or erotic when ladies appear to be losing their clothes where it is not expected. Nudist beaches to me seem a bit anodyne, and sterile but as a first step, I guess they are OK."

"I would you know, if you wanted me to."

"What?"

"Get naked outside." She replied, "If you asked me."

"Come on then," I said taking her up on her suggestion. "Let's go outside now, both of us naked."

"Well I didn't mean....... "

"Ah Well." I said, "you are unlikely to be able to do it in town, if you are unable to do it at night in the dark. In the middle of the countryside" 

"Alright then, I'll do it! Let's go outside the house." She finally agreed.

"Put something on your feet, because we are going up the road." I told her.

"Oh. Now wait a minute......" She began

"So maybe you don't really want to do it Hilary." I challenged her.

"Let's just try going outside first." She suggested. So we both put shoes, but nothing else on and I led her by hand out of the front door of the farmhouse on to the fifty yard long concrete track that led from the country lane that served several farms. I eased her, shaking a little up the slight incline to the farm entrance.

"How are you feeling?" I asked her.

"A bit scared."

"What of?" I asked.

"Someone coming along." She admitted.

"No body will be walking out here at this time of night, and we will see the headlights of any vehicle coming long before they see us." I reassured her. "We'll have plenty of time to hide." She nodded and allowed me to lead her a little way down the lane. I managed to ease her about a hundred yards down the lane. I pulled her to me. "Have you noticed anything Hilary?" I asked her.

"What?"

"We are now between two high hedges with no gateways until we get back to the farm. If a car came along now we would be unable to hide anywhere in time before they saw us."

"You Bastard!" She exclaimed.

"How do you feel now?" I asked her for a second time.

"Nervous but excited." She whispered as if we might be being overheard. "And incredibly turned on!" I knew that she was not the only one. However I said nothing and calmly led her down another fifty yards or so to the junction with another lane. "Kiss me Terry." She said "And hold me."

I pulled her to me, my erection pressing into her belly. "I would like to smother you in my spunk!" I told her hoarsely.

"Then you must." She whispered again. "But not here, we are too vulnerable."

"Doesn't that add to the excitement?" I asked her.

"Yes but...." She didn't finish her sentence but allowed me to lay her down on the dew dampened grass. "The grass is wet." she complained.

I knelt astride her, my knees by her waist. "Do you want to do it or shall I?"

"You do it." She said softly. I felt one of her hands reach down to her own groin and begin to move. I began to wank, pointing my already hard penis at her. After a short while, "On my face." She gasped. "Cum on my face." Masturbating herself madly as I did the same. I knew I was cumming, I did not alert her, but sprayed her face and hair with no warning. "Oh Terry how wonderful!" I had not finished and moved slightly in order to put at least some of the semen on to her magnificent breasts. She felt the spray hit her with it's gentle warmth and thrashed about as her climax engulfed her.

"Shall we go back now and show the others?" I suggested

"Yes, if you want." She replied.

She seemed in no great hurry to get back to the farm, indeed, we ambled back up the hill, both naked and arms entwined. We had just reached the entrance to the farm (no gate) when we saw the lights of a car coming down the hill. She tried to run but I held her in the shadow of the small tree that marked the entrance. The car sped past, I knew that they would be very unlikely to see us at the speed and angle at which they approached.

"Shit!" Hilary exploded. "That was close!"

"It was exciting wasn't it?" I asked.

"Too fucking right!" She exclaimed. Then added "but it was fun!"

"Do you want to go back into the house?" I asked.

"Where else could we go?" she seemed confused.

"The hay barn."

"Not tonight, we'll disturb the dogs."

"The house it is then." I replied

"Ok and I want you to make love to me again." 

I smeared the drying cum through her hair and over her face and told her "I'll try." 

The next morning Rebecca bounced in to spare bedroom, which is where Hilary and I spent the night, bearing a tray with tea and toast. "Morning lovers." She called out brightly as she sat on the side of the bed. "Bruce has gone over to do the milking, so I thought I would bring you breakfast in bed. I even cleaned up the settee." Then she added, "God Hilary! What happened to your hair?"

"Terry came in it." Hilary told her. 

"Ha!" Rebecca laughed. "I bet there's a mess in the bed now then!"

It was now Hilary's turn to laugh. "Hardly!" She exclaimed. "It was down the lane at the Bwlch junction!" 

"Really?" Rebecca sounded surprised.

"And what's more, he walked me down there naked!" Hilary told her.

"All that way, naked?" Rebecca asked, "I bet he was clothed, himself."

"No, actually he was naked too. And I loved him for it! There was no way he would have got me down there in that state if he hadn't been in the nude himself." Hilary replied.

"Wow! My husband is full of surprises!" Rebecca looked at me with wide eyes.

"How can you say that?" I asked her. "You insisted on taking off my jeans and underpants in the village high street a few nights ago, and I let you!"

"Oh yes, I had forgotten that." She admitted.

"Well I can't lay here all day chatting with the leisured classes." Hilary suddenly said, "I have to go down to the care centre and cook the old folk's dinner."

"What are you going to wear, whilst you're doing the cooking?" I asked somewhat cheekily.

"Why...... my overall of course?" She asked. "Why do you ask?"

"Oh....." said I, "I was just wondering......"

"He wants you to be naked under your overall!" Rebecca shrieked.

"Does he now?" Hilary said, advancing in my direction. Then looking directly at me she added. "What sort of reward does he offer for compliance with his dirty idea?" When I didn't answer immediately, she said "MMMMM? Cat got your tongue? You naughty boy!" 

"Well I hadn't thou..............OW!" The reason I yelped was that she reached down under the bedclothes and tweaked my penis.

"Well we can't hang about either." Rebecca announced, "I have go and pose naked amongst the cows, while David Bailey here gets busy with his camera."

"Then I have it!" Hilary chortled. "I want you," talking to Rebecca, "to take some nude photographs of him!" pointing to me. She added., "Then you can do what you will with me tonight!"

"Dump you in the slurry pit?" Rebecca said laughing.

"Don't even joke about that let alone even consider doing it! There are things in that stuff which are severely dangerous to your health!" Hilary lectured us and we understood how serious she was being. She then lightened the mood with, "anything else will be considered! Now I need to get showered and changed." She leapt out of bed and headed to the bathroom.

"Well who's a brave boy then?" Rebecca asked sultrily "Taking his fancy woman all the way down the road and neither of them having a stitch on?" She slid into the bed alongside me and asked, "How is it you've never done anything like that with me?" 

"I've been naked on top of a mountain with you." I protested.

"I know and it was lovely." She admitted.

There now followed a session of lovemaking during which I divested Rebecca of her robe and lay back as she administered a morning blow job. I wanted to delay ejaculation as long as possible and managed to do so. The result was that when it did occur, there was plenty of cum produced. The fact that at the time Rebecca had reverted to using her hand purely so that my spray would hit her squarely in the face, added enormously to my orgasm.

She turned and looked at me. She was plastered, absolutely covered in my cream from her forehead to her chin. In fact it was dripping off her chin on to my belly and her breasts. "Now that's what a call a real fucking mess! -- I love it! And," she added, "No matter what I get up to with Bruce, it's you that I love."

"Ahhhh. How sweet." Hilary stood in the doorway, all washed and ready to go out. "I'm off then see you later!" she turned and went down the hallway, then reappeared. "Oh. I forgot to show you something." She lifted her knee length button through housecoat which served as her overall and showed us that she was at least naked from the waist down. "Bye!" with a chuckle she was gone.

"Now you have to think of something to dump her in tonight." Rebecca said with snigger.

"I'm sure that Bruce would like to watch." I told her. "Why don't you wrestle her in mud or something?" This was something that I suggested more in hope than expectation.

"I think I'd prefer the "or something"" she said. 

My God! She was considering it!

"Perhaps Bruce could suggest something." She added. "I'll ask him." She picked up her robe and dashed out of the door.

I was gobsmacked. She was now setting about organising the event. It would seem that I had little to do but watch. In the mean time I got showered and dressed picked up the camera and wandered outside. 

I found Rebecca supervising Bruce in the construction of a "pit" using straw bales set out in a square and lined with a tarpaulin, which extended over the bales at the side. She was still only dressed in her robe and wellies. I found her mode of (un)dress very erotic and I suspect that it had the same effect on Bruce.

"What are you going to put in it?" I asked her.

"Well," Rebecca answered, "As cow manure is out on both health grounds and the fact that I wouldn't even consider it. I suppose it will have to be some sort of food substance. Although where we can get enough from, I don't actually know."

"I do." Bruce said. "The Cash & Carry in Oswestry. You can get catering packs of all sorts of things there."

"Terry, would you be so kind as to run into Oswestry and get a couple of catering cans of custard?" Rebecca asked me. I could hardly wait, so I borrowed Bruce's Land Rover, (my car was too far away), and set off with instructions on how to find the place from Bruce. I suspected that he and Rebecca were going to get up to something whilst I was gone, but somehow, I didn't mind.

I found the place and went in bearing Bruce's membership card. What a place! I have never seen anything like it before. You could easily stock a shop from there and of course many did just that. But the bit I was interested in was the trade catering section. I soon found the cans of custard each held about five litres. I bought five. I seriously wondered if that would be enough so I started browsing other shelves and made a few more purchases.

It was an odd mixture and the girl on the checkout eyed me suspiciously but said nothing. I presented Bruce's card and was allowed to pay for the goods. On the way back I formed a plan which I decided to let Bruce in on but not the girls.

On arriving back, I found Rebecca "helping Bruce with the afternoon milking. He was dressed in his milking gears, Rubber apron over his normal clothes, wellington boots etc,. She was naked -- and wet! It was clear that she had been hosed down with either milk or water. Actually, I suspect both fluids had been used on her. "Terry!" She called out, "Have you seen the pool?"

I told her that I had seen before I left, but otherwise no, I hadn't. "You'll love it!" she told me. "It's only one bale deep but quite large enough. Hayley has no idea what we have planned has she?"

"Not as far as I know." I replied. "How are you planning to let her know?"

"I'm not sure that I am going to tell her." Rebecca confessed. "I thought you and Bruce could just carry her out here and dump her in it!"

"How much custard do you think there is?" I asked her. "If we use the lot in one go, it will only just cover the bottom."

"Couldn't you have brought more?" She pleaded.

"As it was, I got some very strange looks from the girl on the till." I replied. "You'll just have to roll in it or scoop it over each other." Then I added, "If she is going to be fully dressed, what are you going to wear?"

"What do you suggest?" She asked.

"Why don't you be fully dressed too and the first one to strip the other naked is the winner?" I suggested.

"What Fun!" She giggled. "But she may be wearing something that she treasures, like a necklace or something."

"Well we know that she is not wearing any expensive underwear." I said.

"What's that?" Bruce suddenly took more interest.




Second Honeymoon Ch. 04



"Hilary is naked under her overall." Rebecca told him, "She showed us before she left."

"Well I'm buggered!" Bruce exclaimed. "The times they are a changing!"

"I'll wear an old dress with nothing underneath." Rebecca suggested "You'll just have to check out the jewellery stakes before you bring her out here." So that was how it was to be.

An hour or so later, Bruce and I prepared the pit. We tipped the whole twenty five litres of custard into the pit and had to admit that it looked a poor show. "But," I said to him, "We don't want to reveal our heavy artillery too early."

He laughed and said "You're right! I can't wait until we supplement to custard with other stuff."

"What do you think guys?" Rebecca had driven round to the caravan in Bruce's Land Rover, (It was quicker than walking across the field) she was wearing a floral dress which was far from old, as I remember her buying it only a couple of months before. It was not particularly short, It had a long back zip and wide shoulder straps.

"I like it." Bruce told her.

"Then my day is complete!" She remarked. Then turning to me, "What do you think husband?"

"I look forward to seeing it covered in custard, but I really want to see what is underneath it." I said.

"But there's nothing underneath." Rebecca told me with a smile.

"Ah but there is." I replied, "There are two wonderful titties, a nice shapely body and a very interesting little slit which I want to explore so more."

She was about to reply when we heard Hilary's car approaching. "Remember guys, don't tell her!"

Bruce and I went out to greet his wife and followed her into the house. A quick check revealed the only jewellery she were wearing stud earrings, we thought they would probably survive. We surreptitiously got either side of her, I was wondering how we were going to carry her out of the house when Bruce said, "Hill, we have found something in the barn that you ought to see."

"What's that then?"

"Come and see, but be quiet about it." Bruce insisted.

I guess she thought it was some sort of wildlife as she nodded and said "Ok." Her next verbal outburst was a scream as out in the yard, Bruce and I grabbed her and picked her up. Him under her arms and I had her legs. "What the!........ What are you two buggers up to?" She shouted. We said nothing. Bruce backed into the barn, so she couldn't see the pit -- until that is we were right alongside it. Then she gave a shriek as we plopped her into the couple of inches of custard in the pit.

We were fairly gentle with her but nonetheless, she landed on her back in the slippery yellow substance, some of which soon covered the back of her hair. "You Bastards!" She called out and began to get up.

"Geronimo! It's Showtime!" Rebecca called out as she jumped into the pit landing on top of Hilary. "This is it Hilary, first one to get the other one naked is the winner, the loser pays a forfeit." 

They rolled around in the pit, trying to get a grip on each other. I was actually very surprised how messy they got very quickly, considering how apparently little custard there was to start with. Unknown to me, Bruce had already prepared some of the other ingredients, by opening tins and packets. He demonstrated this by pouring a tin of baked beans over the heads of the girls. This of course came as a surprise to both of them. "You rotten fuckers!" Rebecca shouted as she hesitated in her attack on Hilary.

Hilary was made of sterner stuff and hauled the straps of Rebecca's dress down her arms, if not pinning them to her sides, effectively restricting her movements somewhat. Then Bruce threw another tin of beans over them. I decided to get into the act by slowly dribbling a can of Golden Syrup into the equation. I particularly concentrated on cover their hair with it. When that was finished, the extra supplies were liberally dumped on to the girls.

After a while it became obvious, they weren't fighting that hard any more, Hillary's housecoat was open all the way down but not off and Rebecca's dress was up around her neck. Then they were kissing, rubbing each other's breasts, covering them in the messy solution in which they lay. Their matted hair intertwined and was plastered to their heads, it was a sight which both Bruce and I found erotic. This was particularly so when they massaged the gloop deeply into each others hair, before fingering the other's cunts with sticky fingers. 

Bruce and I were in awe of our wives, who were now clearly enjoying themselves. This enjoyment seemed to be enhanced whenever anything else was tipped or poured over them. The last ingredient, I had misgivings about using but before I could protest, Bruce was emptying a big bag of flour over them. It stuck to them like feathers sticking to tar. By now they were in a sixty nine configuration, Hilary on top. Her superb breasts were dripping with a mixture of custard, beans, syrup and lots of other things. She saw me watching a signalled to me to kneel on the bales forming the pit.

I was sure she was going to pull me into the mess with her and Rebecca, but she didn't. Her messy fingers fumbled as she undid my jeans and eased my raging erection out of them. She took it into her mouth and began to suck. I saw Rebecca preparing to do the same to Bruce. 

Hilary stopped sucking at my penis and started to wank it gently with her hand. It was not long before, the stage of my excitement meant that I was going to ejaculate and the target area was going to be Hilary's face. It was clear that she knew this and it was definitely what she wanted. I also wanted it to happen and when finally I shot my seed at her, it was at point blank range, covering her forehead, eyes, nose, mouth and cheeks. She was mess before all this, but somehow she was so much messier with my spunk all over her face.

She stood up and said "Kiss me Terry." Ignoring her messy body against my shirt I threw my arms about her and kissed her hard, tasting my own cum on her face. She spoke. "Now fuck me in the mess!" with that she pulled me into the pit with her! Between us we got my jeans off and I inserted my semi-hard prick into her welcoming hole. "Stay inside me until you can come again." She whispered in my ear.

I placed my hands in her sticky hair and kissed her again and again. I was aware of Bruce joining us in the mess and he was vigorously shagging Rebecca. Her head was thrown back deep into the morass beneath her. "Fuck me Bruce, fill my sticky cunt with your messy cum!"

I found myself getting a bit jealous. Not that my wife was getting shagged by another man, but that I was temporarily incapable of doing the same to his wife. I was getting an urge, but it was one that I was trying to resist. Hilary had her legs clamped around my thighs, trapping me inside her. "Hilary," I whispered, "I have to piss."

Her legs held me even tighter. "So piss."

"Inside you?" I questioned.

"Yes." She murmured, "do it!" I held on as long as I could, but eventually by bladder cried enough and I released the hot piss that was trapped inside me. "Oh Fuck me Terry what a feeling!" she gasped as she felt my warmth penetrate her. "It's lovely!" I kissed her deeply whilst still releasing my fluid into her. Our tongues danced and entered explored each other's mouth, then I felt her pushing some of her saliva into my mouth, which I mixed with my own and pushed back into hers.

We were interrupted by our partners in their sexual frenzy. Bruce was up on his knees, her had lifted Rebecca's arse completely out of the mess as he shafted her. The corollary of this was her head was being pushed down into the corner where the gunge was deepest. It was over her ears and she looked as though she was about to be submerged in the deep mess. She also seemed to express no desire not to be so submerged. Indeed, she was calling out. "Fill me! Cover me! Mess me up!" She seemed oblivious to the fact that she was pretty well messed up as it was already. Her wish was granted when Bruce picked up a handful of gunge and threw it in her face. This prompted calls of "Yes! Yes! Yes! I'm coming!.....oooooaaaaaahhhh.!" Bruce collapsed on top of her, his energy spent in filling my wife with his seed. As she began to recover from his fucking, she looked at him laying on top of her and spat in his face. "You Bastard!" she exclaimed. "I fucking loved that!" Then they were kissing again.

In the meanwhile I felt my loins stirring again and began to move my hips as much as Hilary's leg clamp would allow. She pulled my head down near hers. "You know Terry, I enjoyed you pissing into me almost as much as I enjoyed watching that."

"Shall we resume his later?" I asked her, anxious not to under perform.

She nodded. "In bed." She agreed and we began to extract ourselves from the mess and tangled, torn clothes.

The four of us looked each other up and down and began to laugh. Bruce said "Come with me." So we followed him out into the yard where he stopped just outside the dairy where the milk tank was. "Wait here." He disappeared into the tank room. He re-appeared pulling the end of a hose from which warm water was flowing. He began to hose us down washing the gunge and mess from our bodies. When were clean(ish), he stood still in the yard as Hilary hosed her husband down. 

Back in the house, Hilary, still naked, but showered and dried off began to prepare dinner. "Rebecca," she said, "Are you going to sleep with my husband again tonight?"

"Yes!" Rebecca answered emphatically, then hesitated and stumbled on, "Well what I mean is, if that is all right with everyone else." She wondered if she had taken something for granted and perhaps others had different plans.

There was an awkward silence for a second or two, before Hilary piped up. "Well that's good because I want to sleep with Terry, we have some unfinished business to attend to."

During the subsequent meal, during which Hilary pressed more and more wine on to me, it came out that the "wrestling pit" was my idea, although the actual ingredients had never been properly discussed. Bruce offered to clear away the remains in the morning. Next the sleeping arrangements were discussed. Hilary expressed an interest in sleeping in the caravan as this would be a new experience for her and it would allow Rebecca to help clean up in the morning.

So it was decided. After the dishwasher had been loaded, Hilary and I left the farm in her car to drive round to the caravan field. The others, I assumed would retire to bed.

When we arrived at the caravan, I immediately set about setting up the bed. When I had done that, Hilary took my hand and murmured "Let's walk for a while." She had dressed if you can call it dressed, in a frock and shoes, nothing else.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Just outside for a while." She said enigmatically.

We had gone no more than a few paces, when she sat down on the grass, her legs slight parted and her arms supporting her behind her back. Her dress was moderately long coming to a little below her knees. "Terry," She said looking up at me, "I want you to piss all over me."

"You're still dressed." I said.

"Exactly!" She responded. "I would never get Bruce to do anything like this he is too practical. So go on soak me, and my dress, drench my hair, face and body, with your piss." Then hesitated, "Please!"

I had felt the wine getting to my bladder, but I seriously wondered if I could do justice to her request. I nipped back into the caravan and emerged carrying two bottles of wine. "White," I told her, "for drinking and red for pouring over you." 

She smiled and said, "My lovely Terry, you think of everything!"

"What about getting your dress wet?" I asked somewhat stupidly.

"Terry!" She exclaimed. "I do not expect this dress to be in a fit state to wear by the morning, even if it still exists at all!"

Somewhat stupidly I then said, "But you'll have to go back home naked...."

She grinned at me, "I know." 

We drank the white wine as it was slightly carbonated and therefore likely to pass through our systems more quickly than the red. "Shall I pour the red over you now?" I asked.

She grinned, "You can pour whatever you like over me after you have watered me down with your precious piss." I stood up and removed my jeans (another pair as the messed up pair were still at the farm) and stood over her. She resumed her inviting position. "Wet me down good Terry." She said.

I began at her head in case I ran dry before reaching her feet. Her slightly greying hair turned dark as my urine wetted it, plastering it to her head. "It's warm!" she exclaimed, sounding slightly surprised. I washed down her face and shoulders before starting on her cleavage, (she had opened the top of her dress a little to provide me with a target). "Bloody hell Terry I wish I lived with you!" I peed into her groin and as it soaked through the material of her dress she squirmed. "Fucking hell Terry! Fucking hell!" She pulled open the buttons on the front of her dress and let my piss run quickly through her pubic hair. "I'm going to piss myself!" she called out. She threw her head back and I quickly moved my diminishing flow to her gaping mouth. Much to my surprise, she gulped it down, relishing the whole experience.

When my flow had finished, she jumped to her feet, threw her (wet) arms around me and kissed me deeply. "You can do that to me anytime you like!" she gasped.

"I still have this." I told her indicating the bottle of red wine.

"Bugger - let's drink it after all!" She said exuberantly. So we did.

We didn't move back inside the caravan for a while. The time it took for us to shag. I settled on top of her and she widened her legs to accommodate belly as I knelt between them and took the nipple of one of her marvellous breasts into my mouth. She gasped "I wish I'd got milk to feed you with!" 

"So do I!" I mumbled between breaths. I moved to muzzling her neck.

"Mark me Terry." She whispered, "Give me a love bite on my neck where it will be seen. Mark me as yours!" It was decades almost since I'd given anyone a love bite, so I was sure how hard to suck any more. I began to suck the skin of her neck, my teeth pressed against it. "Make it a good one Terry." She said, fondling the back of my head. "I shall wear it with pride." (Later it proved to be a remarkably good one and very prominent).

My prick was hardening and was soon seeking her wet labia. I slid into her and lowered my face to hers and we kissed as we fucked, our mouths open, tongues in and out of each other's wet lips and our saliva mixed and was smeared over our faces. I had every intention of ejaculating right inside Hilary whether she wanted me to or not. It soon became clear that she wanted the same outcome. She reinforced my plan by pleading with me to fill her up, "so hard I can taste it". I did my best, thrusting deep in to her with successive spurts of semen, each little sperm seeking out that tiny egg that waited to receive it.

We relaxed. Looking up at the darkening sky, "I wish you could come over to visit us more often." Hilary murmured. "You don't know how long I've dreamt about this."

"You say you've discussed us swapping, with Bruce?" I asked seeking confirmation.

"We have." She said. "As soon as I noticed Bruce was getting the hots for that trim little wife of yours, I challenged him about it. When he confirmed my thoughts, I told him I fancied you. From then on it was just a matter of when, not if we would get each other's partner into bed."

"Talking of bed." I replied, "Shall we go inside the caravan?"

She laughed, "I think I'd better shower first!"

"Then we'll shower together." I told her.

"In that little bathroom?" she asked, surprised.

"No. We have an outside shower attachment." I told her. "So take off your dress."

"Don't you like the sight of a woman in wet clothes?" She laughed.

"Yes I do!" I retorted. "And I like ripping them off her too!"

"I was hoping you did." She replied, "So let's get showering."

Suffice to say that once I had got the outside shower going, her dress got soaked through again. I decided to take my time ripping it off her. Rather than yanking it roughly off her body, I tackle it piece by piece. 

Starting at her waist, I pulled on the fabric at the side until either the cotton or the side seam started to come apart, I didn't mind which. In the event it was the material itself. It made such a sensuous sound as I slowly pulled the warp from the weft. Even Hilary was impressed.

"Wow! That sounds erotic!" she said softly. "I am sure there's no better way to be undressed than this!"

I continued opening the side of her dress, not at all how it was designed to be opened, but it was all the better for that. I turned her round and did the same to the other side of her soaking wet dress. By now the water was beginning to run cool as the caravan has only a small hot water tank. So I switched off the flow and slowly tore the dress off her body. We were both turned on by that so by the time we had towelled off and stepped inside the van, we were ready for some gentle love making. 

The night air was cooling off, so I switch on the van heating so we could lie on top of the sleeping bag (actually two zipped together) without immediately having to crawl inside. We curled up in each other's arms until we were both ready to move to more active sexual behaviour. Eventually we climbed into the sleeping bag and with our naked bodies entwined, fell asleep.

I was woken in the morning by a very pleasant sensation in my groin area. As I came to, I realised that Hilary was right down inside the bag her mouth enclosing my penis. Suddenly my mobile phone began to ring. I reached over to answer it "Tell them we're busy!" I heard the muffled voice of Hilary from deep inside the sleeping bag.

"Dad!" I said, "How are you?"

"I'm fine son, when are you planning to come home?"

"Dad, has something happened?" I wriggled to try to throw Hilary off, but she clung on like a limpet. She was sucking and groaning so loudly I was afraid my father would hear her. I couldn't tell her to stop, especially call her by name as that would give the game away.

"No son everything is fine, it's just that you haven't spoken to the boys for a couple of days. They haven't said anything of course, but we began to wonder......"

"Put them on Dad." I told him.

"I can't, they're out with your mother. Shall I get them to call when they get in?"

"Yes please Dad, but we'll be heading home tomorrow, should be back about tea time. .................. Hil.............."

"Ok son, your mother will prepare a meal for you. See you. Bye!" He rang off.

I was annoyed with Hilary, but could not stop myself reacting to her wet tongue all over my genitals. The next thing, I was fucking her mouth and she was loving it. My anger drove my passion and I gave her no opportunity to escape, pinning her body under mine. I could hear her gagging and gasping but I was in no mood to stop. My knees held her torso securely, my hands gripped her arms tight above her head. I could feel her teeth rasping my cock as I filled her mouth with cum. Several times I spurted deep into her throat I could feel my cum overflowing out of her and covering her face and my belly with my seed. It felt good! Boy, did it feel good! 

My anger dissipated and I pulled open the sleeping bag to look at Hilary. She looked wrecked. Her face was a mess, her hair was plastered to her forehead with sweat. She was wearing a grin like a Cheshire Cat. "Where did that come from?" she asked with a loving look in her eyes. 

"I was annoyed with you sucking my prick like that whilst I was trying to talk to my Father." I told her.

"I should get him to call more often!" She laughed.

"We should get back to the farm, I have to talk to Rebecca about going home." I said.