2 comments/ 55386 views/ 6 favorites Spanish Holiday By: xtcnymphette Tiffanie strays into the arms of an older man and has her first threesome experience with another woman. It was only a few weeks ago now that I blurted out through tears that I had been unfaithful to my partner whilst I was overseas. We had discussed marriage in one of those long, after sex cuddles when you feel warm and full of love endorphins. He had volunteered the information that he had had a 'fling' with a girl he met at a party and spent the weekend screwing her. I realised that it had been the weekend when I too had fallen from grace and I had been unable to contact him. We both forgave each other and after many tears and an extremely hot and guilty fucking session we resolved to use this experience to strengthen rather than weaken our relationship. So really this story has come about partly as a kind of confession. Those of you who know me through the emails and chat room conversations will know that despite the sexy erotic wanton behaviour of my characters in particular my xtcnymphs I am actually a girl who holds relatively monogamous values. What I mean by this is that certainly I've dated lots of guys, I've had lots of very hot sex and I've even written about my experiences here, I had not actually been unfaithful to a long term partner ever. Until recently that is. Also it may disappoint readers to know that I haven't really had much sex with older men - until now! Certainly when I was 17-20 I dated guys in their thirties and even one in his late thirties but I've never really had sex with a seriously older guy (my Dad's kind of age). Until now! I hope this honesty doesn't turn people off my stories or reduce their credibility but for the purpose of this story, which actually happened, I need to set the scene. As a catholic girl who has grown up in a stable and loving family of three girls and parents who expound these kinds of monogamous values it seems kind of appropriate that I should share those beliefs. So while I have been in relationships with boys and men since I was about 14 or so when I ceased being quite so flat chested I have always remained a one man Gal. Most of my life I moved from one relationship to another relatively seamlessly and on a few occasions I remained a solo person and enjoyed lots of one night stands and shorter and multiple partner relationships too but each of these happened when I wasn't in a committed relationship. So it has been through a mixture of intense experimentation with sex in relationships and the practice of seduction that I have evolved as a woman who loves sex and the erotic narratives and games that surround it. I like sex every day. So when I parted from my long-term partner to go overseas last year on a work assignment in the UK I was not looking forward to the months of abstinence or even masturbating together on Skype. As it turned out I survived for two months in the UK being regularly hit on by guys at work and at clubs and, of course almost having a sexual encounter with my older boss who took me to dinner before I left. He left me very horny and as I think back now I probably would have fucked him if he'd asked but he was a perfect British gentleman. On the way home from the UK I visited Europe and, as I was on a budget, I stayed with Dutch and Swedish exchange students that I had met as a student. I also called on my parent's network of lunatic musicians and academics. When I went to Spain I stayed with an old friend of my father's who I had met as a teenager some time before. I remember meeting Paulo as a teenager because I distinctly remember the flurry of flirting that centred on him when he visited with his young wife. From my mother down to my youngest sister I remember how we constantly competed for Paulo's attention. He was a classic Spanish male with dark hair made more distinguished by age. He was tall and pleasingly muscular with deep brown eyes that sparkled. I should have known way back then that this young wife he had with him was one of a succession of beautiful and sexy young women that came through his life. Nevertheless at 16 with an older and younger sister I competed for his attention and was as disgustingly overt about how little I wore around the house as my sisters. Paulo took it in good humour and was obviously use to the attention of women. When I arrived in Madrid Paulo picked me up from the airport and took me back in his Alpha to his city apartment. I was tired from clubbing in Amsterdam and only barely noticed that he was not with his partner. We smiled a lot and humorously reacquainting ourselves with the stories of my families flirting. When we arrived at his apartment he carried my bags into the spare room and showed me the bathroom to let me freshen up before a Spanish evening meal, which was about 10pm. I showered and rested for a while and came down to the dining room to notice how bare the apartment looked. It wasn't minimalist style it was bare! Much of the furniture had gone and only rudimentary stuff remained. At dinner over an excellent gazpacho, salad and with Spanish red Paulo poured out his story of divorce. Anna, the partner who had been with him when they stayed in Australia, had left him and taken much of the stuff in the house. Paulo was a music academic and didn't earn a great deal but at least owned a fabulous apartment overlooking a Piazza and had retained some rudimentary belongings. I sympathised with him as best I could and secretly wondered whether Anna had become sick of his philandering and left or maybe she too had taken a younger lover. Anyway we drank wine and commiserated about love and relationships and I made a point of telling him I was in a long term relationship and how much I missed my boyfriend perhaps to keep him from turning his considerable charms on me as I would be alone in his house for a week. The next morning I greeted Paulo wearing my skimpy white tank top and boyleg panties and let him go to work. He had given me a key and Metro instructions so I could do a gallery cruise and check out the Picassos and modern art that I love. The way he looked at me in my underwear was quite exciting and it made me feel just horny enough so that, after he left I retired to the bedroom and fantasised a little about him until I felt wet and then manipulated my clit thru my panties until I came. I came quite noisily as I had imagined that I was alone. I stripped off my top and panties and walked down the hall naked to the bathroom and there in the hallway, to my surprise was a pretty young woman coming out of the bathroom dressed in a robe with her damp hair in a towel. 'Oh you must be Tiffanie! Paulo said you would be 'ere. I am Sofia I am... a friend of Paulo's I am a student and he teaches me.' She was about 19 or so and a stunningly pretty young woman possibly of South American origin, judging by her deep olive skin and shiny black shoulder length hair. She had piercing green eyes and high cheekbones like so many of the South American Miss World winners. Her figure was a male's fantasy, slender waist, curvaceous hips, large full breasts that overflowed proudly from the tight satin robe she wore and long shapely legs that would have drawn continuous male attention. I wondered what it was Paulo taught her then remembered he was a music teacher. 'Senor Paulo teaches me the flute and I repay him by looking after his house. He is a generous man.' She smiled a cheeky grin that confirmed my suspicion. I had to admit I was slightly jealous that Paulo had moved seamlessly from a long-term relationship to fucking a vivacious and glamorous young girl. I had slept so soundly the previous night I perhaps didn't hear her join him to enjoy his 'generosity'. Anyway, Sofia and I got on like a house on fire. We shared breakfast and coffee and chatted about the same girlie things I might have done at home with my younger sister. She gave me tips on riding the Metro and a few useful phrases in Spanish and we both dressed and left the house. She went off to the university where she was studying to be a teacher and I navigated the Metro to find Reiner Sofia where I hoped I would immerse myself in great Art. I wasn't disappointed but come 1pm I had exhausted my visual input and wow factor repertoire and decided to head home for a light meal and a siesta. I arrived at the apartment at 2pm proud of my ability to navigate the Metro system and to find my way back home. As I opened the door I was immediately greeted by the sound of a woman squealing in orgasm. On the floor in the tiled hallway was a trail of hi heeled shoes. I entered the hall cautiously not wanting to disturb my host and what I recognised to be Sofia's excited voice moaning and rapidly saying things in Spanish. I closed the door quietly and thought I might go for a walk but then curiosity go the better of me and I crept down the hall towards the lounge dining area and peeked through the crack in the door. I heard Sofia squeal again from a different direction that I realised came from the bedroom. On the floor in the lounge was the tight little red mini dress that Sofia had worn earlier that morning, a pretty black lace D cup bra followed closely by a matching G string obviously hurriedly removed only minutes before. I tiptoed into the lounge. She squealed repeatedly. 'Tan grande' which I later found out meant 'so big' and I gathered the other words were similar I could hear 'bueno'- good lots. I was intrigued I had hadn't really heard others making love before apart from my sisters adolescent indiscretions when I was at home. The door to the bedroom was open and I crept to it and peeked in side. Luckily they both were facing the courtyard window and making so much noise they didn't hear me. Sofia was kneeling on all fours on the bed her pert round young ass taut and quivering. Paulo was inside her, his giant balls slapping her clit and what appeared to be a very large cock sliding into her over excited wet pussy. The air was full of her delighted screams and the slap of his balls against her as he rammed her from one shivering orgasm to the next. He paused and adjusted his angle of entry after each orgasm and slapped her pretty ass a few times but rarely missed a stroke unless he intended to tease her, which he often did. He would pull his cock from her until it almost escaped, he would let a gush of her plentiful wetness dribble down her inner thighs and then when she wriggled and squirmed as she ached for him to fill her, he plunged back inside her hard and deep to elicit still more screams from her. Age had not slowed him down. Paulo was in his late forties perhaps even fifty but his body was beautifully toned and muscular, flecks of grey peppering his body hair. As they shifted position they eventually moved to the bed and she climbed on top of him and rode him bouncing like an over eager kangaroo. He leaned forward and suckled her magnificent breasts, gathering them in his hands and sucking her nipples and teasing them with his articulate tongue. She bounced herself into another succession of loud and dramatic orgasms before he flipped her onto her back and began to moan. She wrapped her legs around him and he grunted and pushed his swollen cock inside her tight, wet, hot, young, pussy. I could see his ass clench as he came and she encouraged him and stroked his swollen balls with her long brown fingers milking him for all he was worth. I knew the pleasure of this kind of excitement when a man cums his cock swells and throbs and the feeling of cum inside is exquisite. I was immediately conscious of my eyes meeting hers as she stared in orgasmic bliss toward the crack in the door which I was peering through. She had a proud satisfied expression on her face that I read as a 'look how much fun a good girl can have.' Then she moaned again sexily and bit his neck raking his back with her nails as his cock obviously throbbed, swelled and shot inside her again. Paulo collapsed on her, exhausted and she ran her fingers through his short grey speckled hair sending shivers through him and kissed him like a woman possessed. There was no doubt she enjoyed what he did to her. I was immediately conscious of how wet I was. My tiny soft printed cotton hipster bikini panties were soaked. I have written a fair bit about what I imagined a voyeur would feel but most of my characters had been men and for me that meant voyeurism was a kind of postponement of gratification. It was a strange feeling, I have watched porn with my boyfriend and enjoyed it but we tended to touch each other or ourselves while watching. I was extremely wet and I hadn't touched myself at all. I turned and tiptoed down the hallway to my room and closed the door. The moment I did I slid my fingers beneath the hem of my short hipster skirt and down to my panty front. My pussy ached to be touched and the moment my fingers touched the soft cotton triangle my clit tingled. I felt the outline of my labia stretch the cotton as I urgently moved my fingers around the damp fabric. I began to pant and shiver as I became more excited. In my mind it was Paulo who was touching my pussy. I fell onto the bed and with one hand I fondled my breasts through the thin cotton tank top I wore. Each nipple responded by hardening as I pinched them roughly until the nipples were long and hard. I slid my hand beneath my top and massaged each breast, feeling the firmness and weighing them in my hand the way a man would do. All the time the fingers on my panties circled my clit until my panting became irregular gasping. I let go of my body for a moment and clutched a pillow to my face and kissed it passionately then resumed touching my breast. I slid my panties aside and attacked my clit directly, feeling the wetness gush from me and an immediate rise in my excitement. Those who know me and my writing, know I love being fucked doggy style and I adore keeping my panties on while I'm doing it. I crouched on all fours and slid my panties aside and rammed two middle fingers into my sopping pussy, imagining Paulo teasing the rim of my sex with his cock and then plunging inside me. I was desperate for a cock inside me. Over two months of abstinence seemed to coalesce around that moment. Sure I had masturbated and fantasised before, I had even had some sessions on Skype with Steve my boyfriend but nothing felt as intense as this. It was so real I was almost there and he was inside me fucking me hard and deep like he had Sofia. I pushed my face into the pillow to muffle my moans as I came, wriggling my ass sensuously as I shivered and shook in orgasm as my fingers wriggled against my G spot and triggered wave after wave of pleasure and wetness. Somehow in that frenzy I collapsed and fell into a deep sleep. The kind of post-orgasmic sleep we all enjoy. I awoke and it was still light but the clock in the room indicated that it was 7-06 pm. The house was silent. The Spanish tend to work late and have an evening meal around ten. I got up and showered and dressed in a cute little halter mini dress with no bra and a pair of hot pink string bikini panties. I had bought the dress in Amsterdam and it fitted nicely around my tits clenching them into a sweet little cleavage and lifting my small B cup offering into a more substantial looking display, spilling out sexily into the open halter but held tightly in place. The fabric showed the faintest outline of my nipples. I was still horny. The pink dress was tight around the bodice but flared into a beautiful but short skirt that floated just covering my ass and panties. It was one of those dangerously short dresses that gave the impression that you might show some of your panties at anytime. I liked it and it got me some interesting looks. I always made sure I had the equally cute panties on underneath just in case. I have always been a tease and always loved attention and this dress accomplished that. I swirled in front of the mirror to catch a glimpse of my panties to reassure myself of the tease value and heard the sound of the door opening. I rushed down the hall hoping to see Paulo and tell him about the Galleries. I was surprised to see Sofia carrying groceries. 'Olla Tiffanie, Paulo is at the office for a few more hours. I will make something for us all to eat. Would you like that?' I nodded and smiled. I had a different impression of this young woman now I had seen her in action. She was stunningly beautiful and she could cook and clean for him and turn Siesta into a sexy pastime. We chatted as I helped her prepare a salada and a selection of antipasto. 'That is such a pretty dress where did you get it? You look lovely in it? Ooooooh but it is so short you can see your underwear. You are a naughty girl just like Sofia! No? Can I touch it?' I smiled and let her run her fingers over the fabric she smiled sweetly and felt my breasts and the nipples erupted stretching at the fabric. I gasped but didn't pull away. She was so beautiful it felt strange but natural. 'Mmmmmm you do not need to wear a bra with this dress do you?' She giggled and let her fingers clasp my tits then fingered the cleavage as she continued to laugh. ' You are wearing very pretty underwear. Do you mind I like to see nice lingerie? Paulo buys me some. He loves to make love to me in it.' I didn't seem to mind what she did. I was conscious that I was still horny or that the encounter with this pretty young woman made me even hornier. All I could see playing over and over in my mind was Sofia being fucked wildly by Paulo and the look of bliss on her face. She caressed my panties feeling the warmth of my skin beneath the sheer silk fabric. My ass cheeks seemed to blush like the ones on my face and I gasped a little. She then touched the front and ran her fingers gently across the smooth silk triangle over my shaved pussy. 'You miss your boyfriend a lot don't you? Perhaps you need a Spanish lover. But I think you probably need it soon.' She leaned forward and kissed me and I just melted and kissed her I was so unbelievably horny. Her sweet gentle kiss sent chills through me. I had never kissed a girl before. Her fingers began to wriggle inside my panties and within moments I was wantonly thrusting at her fingertips and kissing her like an addict craving for a fix. I came wildly and shivered over and over again. She broke the kiss and slid to her knees and held my hips guiding them towards her. I leaned back against the kitchen bench and spread my legs as she pressed her lips against my hot aching pussy, I orgasmed immediately then she slid my sopping panties aside and tongued my labia teasing droplets of my wetness from my pussy until they ran down my thighs. She lanced my open vagina with her able tongue and flickered it across my clit until I was feint from excitement and the intensity. She slid three fingers inside me as she suckled my clit and rammed my pussy until I was a shivering, panting wreck. I had lost count how many times I had cum. I almost lost consciousness I was so overcome with pleasure. When Sofia finally let up on my pussy and stood and smiled it was past 9 o'clock. We didn't really discuss it. It was the first time I had ever been with another woman. I didn't feel remotely strange about it in fact I enjoyed it immensely. I still ached for a cock inside me though, perhaps even more now. I may have felt like that just to confirm my heterosexual feelings. Like most things in sex my values have always been that if it feels good and hurts no one then I was happy with it. Paulo came home shortly after 9-30pm and I was conscious of how passionately Sofia greeted him at the door grinding herself against him and kissing him like she wanted to go to bed with him immediately. Paulo was a bit disturbed by her open display but took it in good humour and when she had finished making him impossibly hard and uncomfortable they both returned to the dining room where I had finished laying out the Paella and salad. We sat there eating and drinking for several hours. I had lost count how much I drank. I am not usually a big drinker and I had exceeded my usual 3-4 wines in the first hour. I was quite drunk when we finished the meal. Paulo had been looking lustily at me most of the evening and several comments were made about my 'sexy dress' and how you could see my panties. Spanish Holiday Tatiana was muttering to herself while packing her bags. She was heading to Murcia all alone in an hour. She needed to escape. She was tired of the phony colleagues, her sedentary monotonous job, her loquacious neighbour and above all her irritatingly perfect boyfriend Carlos. The past week had been terrible for Tati. Although there would never be obvious quarrels between the couple, thanks to the virtuous and proper attitude of Carlos, Tati knew that this was it. She could not go on anymore perfectly planned weekends in luxury resorts or the weekly dinners with his parents. Tati had always had an open mind to new things, new ideas. But since her perfect affair with Carlos had begun she constantly felt at loss. She felt lifeless. She needed to inject her static veins with youthful energy and passion. So finally she had decided to go alone and explore the Cabo de Gata area of nudist beaches of Murcia. She wanted to discover the wilder side of her, and if she didn't find it, she was willing to create it. Yesterday after trying desperately to draw out some incorrect response or some heat from Carlos, she had finally decided to go away and be with herself for a while. So she was now in her car, all set to drive the 5 hours through the scenic beauty of Spain. She had taken all the things that she had avoided in the past few years. So she had a bag full of sexy bikinis, although she was hoping that she'd have enough courage to go skinny dipping on the enchantingly seductive beaches or Murcia. She had her sun tan lotion, a bunch of magazines like Cosmo, Hola and Vogue that she dared not say she enjoyed before Carlos who only subscribed to academic journals and only enjoyed the medieval poetry. And classic opera was his idea of a romantic date!! Tati was in high spirits literally, after gulping down 2 cans of beer. Paco de Lucia's guitar playing in the background reminded her of her passionate dreams that were lost among the deadlines and commitments. She knew she what she wanted to do. She had also made up her mind to bask in the wildest of activities, rediscover her sensuality, drink margaritas at breakfast and then wrap the whole experience and forget it if it turned out to be too promiscuous than expected. The next morning she swallowed her chorizos with a glass of gin fizz and went onto the beach that was just 100 steps away from her resort. She lay on the beach inhaling the fresh salty air that announced adventure! She lay on the beach in her skimpy leopard print bikini, with large brown shades looking at the beach and enjoying the sight of so many nude people oblivious to the world and engrossed in revelry and lust. She was particularly aroused on looking at a young couple who entered the beach stark naked like all the other people around and after dipping in the salty water lay on the beach licking the salt of each other's body. She desperately wanted to do this to someone. She knew that she would do it. She started looking around to see any guy standing all alone. A few feet away, she saw a handsome guy who she was sure was a hippy. He had beautiful Greek features, green eyes and his golden wet skin glistened in the sun. She was desperate to see his cock, the view of which was blocked by his guitar as he was mesmerized by his own music. She could barely hear him from that far so she went nearer to him. She was sure that his cock would be a pleasant surprise for her given his extraordinarily athletic build and healthy skin. She always fantasized about doing it with someone with long hair. Her fantasy was likely to come true now. She moved closer to him and sat next to him. He barely even noticed her. After playing one piece he stopped for a moment. Tati snatched the opportunity and complimented him, but he seemed not to notice her at all. Disappointed at the first attempt of what was supposed to be a wild weekend she got up, when he looked at her with his deep eyes and said, "it is not fair to wear a bikini on a nudist beach." She smiled sexily and took off the top. He gave her a serious smile and they started walking hand in hand looking for a more tranquil secluded spot. As he spotted one, he tugged at her panties and she gave him a naughty smile. He took off her panties without much ado and started rubbing his fingers over her clit. She was amazed to see how wet she had become just in a second. The huge hippy sure was a sex God, who had descended just to spice up her stale life. She gaped at his erect cock. It looked so fresh and egotistic like it had a mind of its own. She greedily grabbed it and started moving her palms over it fervently. The hippy moved upwards her breasts and grabbed one in his huge hand while his mouth pleased the other tit. His long and wet tongue was working wonders on her tit which had become hard as a bead. She was surprised to find that his already huge cock still had the capacity to expand further. She was ecstatic to know that she could have this effect on the sex God! He squeezed her boob till she screamed with pleasure and pain. She moved down on him and hungrily started licking his dick. She took his balls in her mouth and rolled her tongue over them and she saw him look upward with his mouth open. She moved her tongue up his shaft and teased the tip of his cock. She licked around it but avoided the actual spot till he grabbed her hair and directed her mouth to the tip. She then took it deep within her mouth till she almost gagged. She kept moving her fingers in circular motion over his tight butt. As he pushed his cock deeper into her mouth she squeezed his butt. He suddenly pushed her flat on the sand and got down on her. He started moving his long tongue over her pussy. He seemed to like the taste of it since he was moaning while he licked and teased her clit. He suddenly inserted two of his fingers in her vagina and kept tapping her inner walls while he licked it from outside. She suddenly half got up when she felt him grab her clitoris in his mouth and suck it tightly. This was an entirely new sensation for her. After trying unsuccessfully to lower her voice she burst into a series of screams as his tongue entered her pussy where his fingers were already working wonders. Her wetness had already spread over her inner thighs. He moved lower and violently licked her inner thighs while his hands were grabbing her ass. She kept wriggling in the sand and moving wildly underneath his mouth. As the speed of his fingers moving inside her increased she became breathless. She wanted to scream his name but didn't know it, so her intense volcanic orgasm rushed over as she grabbed his hair almost pulling and tearing it off. She had had a massive orgasm even before he had entered her. He kept rolling his tongue over her clit and in a minute her massive orgasm was followed by another extraordinary orgasm and she was breathless and tired when he got on his back and with his strong powerful hands just lifted her and placed her over his dick. She didn't have to fear his size as she was so wet that he easily entered her and started moving her over his cock holding her waist so strongly that she almost looked like she jumped over it. They were under the sun, sweat running down their bodies, sand stuck to their butt and he grabbed and squeezed her tits. He was so masculine and macho that even after 5 minutes of continuous humping he was yet to cum while another orgasm was on its way for her. He started rubbing his hands over her thighs as she grabbed her own tit and squeezed it. As she was squeezing her tit, he wet his thumb and rubbed it over her clit and her third orgasm made his cock all wet. Her thighs had started shaking and her breasts were raw. He lifted her off him and placed her on the sand. He got and quickly spread her legs and with one quick motion entered her once again. His thrusts got deeper and faster and he was finally starting to get breathless. He was about to cum, she knew that for sure. Her entire body was exhausted and shaking beneath him but her mind was fresh as new. It was clear of all anxieties at that moment. He grabbed her shoulders and stooped his head over hers and she felt him ejaculate within her as his moan echoed in her ears. He stayed like that for a moment and then got off her and kissed her lips. He looked into her eyes and kissed her. His wet lips gliding softly over his. She could feel her own taste on his lips and was getting aroused but she knew that physically she was exhausted beyond her wildest imaginations. She was ecstatic to find her extraordinary capacity of multiple orgasms. Until now she felt this was only possible in 'Cosmopolitan' or 'Playgirl'. But she had finally achieved it. As she lay there on the sand with him stooping over her and their tongues making love. He then kissed her forehead. Her eyes were half closed. Tati fell asleep with all that exhaustion on the beach. When she woke up, it was already beginning to get dark. She could see the hippy nowhere. She wished she had at least known the name of the person who aroused her senses like no one before. She got up to gather her bikini and her magazines, when she peered at her belly. It said, " Love Abenamar" written just below her navel in beautiful writing. She started laughing ecstatically. Smiling mysteriously she knew that she would go home and tell Carlos that She had relived the wild medieval times through 'Abenamar' , while secretly getting wet my the mere sound of that name. Abenamar was Carlos's favourite poem about which he had written several articles in several academic journals..;-)) Spanish Holiday James and Sarah are our close friends and when we were discussing holiday plans they jumped at the chance of renting a villa in Majorca with us. It had been a fabulous trip so far, we had our own private pool and spent most evenings sitting out enjoying the warmth and drinking wine. On this particular evening Sarah and I were watching the lights coming on in the village down the hillside when the peace was broken by a commotion on the terrace. The boys had appeared carrying a tray with a large jug of sangria and 4 glasses. Typically they had gone overboard and the jug was full almost to the brim and bedecked with a random selection of fruit. "Ladies," began James, "May we offer..." But we never found out what he was offering as Mark stepped on a carelessly discarded lilo. Despite a valiant effort to keep his balance the tray went flying scattering sangria and fruit across the patio, luckily it was a plastic jug. The boys came down from the terrace, helpless with laughter. "I suppose we'd better clear it up before it all goes in the pool," said James. We began picking up the fruit and mopping up the sangria, covering our hands in sticky juice. When we'd finished we looked at each other, Sarah and I had been splashed by the cascade of wine and looked rather the worse for wear. "I know how to clean up," said Sarah. She ran to the other end of the pool, shedding clothes as she went, disappearing into the darkness. A few seconds later she appeared at the top of the slide, totally nude. "Nothing like a bit of skinny dipping!" she laughed before launching herself into the cold water. She splashed into the pool and came up gasping from the shock of the cold water, I went closer to the edge of the pool but before I could ask if it was cold enough for her I felt a hand in the small of my back and splashed in next to her. I spluttered to the surface, pretending to be outraged. "You might as well take those clothes off too now." said Mark. I grinned up at him before climbing out of the pool, it's not easy to strip underwater. Provocatively lit by the pool lights I removed my clinging top and then slid my shorts and thong down my legs. I saw Mark's eyes light up and stuck my tongue out at him before jumping back into the water. "Come on then!" called Sarah. The boys lost no time in stripping and jumping into the pool with us. There was a football in the pool and we started throwing it around, the boys making a point of throwing it high so Sarah and I would have to reach up out of the water letting them see our tits, catcalling every time they got a glimpse of nipple. "So am I going to be the only one going down the slide?" asked Sarah. We climbed out of the pool and made our way to the slide, posing briefly at the top before sliding into the pool. As I got out of the pool ready for another go Sarah grabbed my arm. "Wait a minute," she whispered, then "Now!" I glanced round, Mark and James were both in the dark area at the other end of the pool. We picked up the pile of discarded clothes and ran for the villa, leaving the boys outside without a stitch of clothing. They eventually noticed what we were doing but it was too late, we shut and locked the door behind us and collapsed in a heap, laughing. We could hear their voices outside, discussing whether there would be any windows open anywhere but we'd pulled all the shutters closed earlier and there was no way in. We grinned at each other, suddenly realising that it had got a little chilly, I went to grab a couple of robes while Sarah poured some wine. We sat at the breakfast bar in the kitchen laughing at the boys' attempts to get into the house. "How long will we give them?" asked Sarah. "I don't know, let's see what they try next." I replied. Over the next few minutes we were treated to the boys laughingly threatening us over the video entry phone and then listened with some alarm to their attempts to pile patio furniture up high enough to climb onto the balcony. "We might have to let them in soon before they injure themselves." I said. "OK," said Sarah, "I'll unlock the door but I won't say anything, let's see how long it takes them to work it out." Sarah came back into the kitchen and sat opposite me. As she lifted herself up onto the barstool her robe slid apart, giving me a glimpse of sun kissed breast. I couldn't help myself, I slid my hand into the open robe and caressed her, feeling her nipple start to harden under my touch. She looked at me, startled. Nothing like this had ever happened before. Then she smiled and slowly slid the robe completely away from her shoulder, exposing her breast entirely to my view. I sighed and bent my head down to gently lick at her nipple. "You know what," I said, "This breakfast bar is really getting in my way." She needed no further encouragement, slipping down off the bar stool and walking round to me. I nuzzled gently at her exposed breast as I felt her untying my robe. "Let's go upstairs," I whispered. We ran up the stairs, discarding our robes as we went and fell onto the huge bed in the master bedroom. I kissed Sarah, feeling her magnificent tits rubbing against mine, sliding my hand down her back to cup her gorgeous arse, hearing her moan. I bent my head to lick her breast sucking her nipple into my hot mouth and swirling my tongue over it before turning my attentions to her other breast. She lay back, eyes closed and moaning as I kissed my way down her flat stomach, pausing just to swirl my tongue in her belly button before continuing my slow tortuous journey. My hands were on her thighs, my thumbs tracing circles on the smooth skin. I could smell her arousal and she groaned as my tongue finally reached her smoothly waxed pussy lips. Slowly I licked her hot clit and was rewarded with another moan. "Fuck me, that's beautiful," said Mark's voice. It seemed the boys had finally realised the door was unlocked. "No, don't stop," he whispered, "That looks fucking amazing." I don't think Sarah had even realised they were there, she was lost in her own arousal and I carried on licking and sucking at her clit, feeling the juices start to flow. I felt hands sliding up my thighs, it seemed Mark had got fed up with watching and wanted to join in. I moaned with pleasure and spread my legs as far as I could as I felt his hot tongue on my arse and sliding down to my cunt, first one and then two fingers sliding into me. "Oh God, fuck me," I moaned. I was dripping wet and his cock slid straight in, filling me up. He hesitated for a second and then started to move, sliding in and out, building an intoxicating rhythm. I moaned, lost in my own pleasure, almost forgetting the sweet tasting cunt in front of me. As I opened my eyes and glanced up I could see Sarah had been made aware of the boys' presence by the large cock which was now sliding in and out of her mouth. I looked up, meaning to compliment James on his beautiful cock when I realised it was actually Mark pumping into her. Another wave of sexual pleasure washed over me as I realised the hot cock thrusting into my cunt belonged to James. Sarah was close now, her hips starting to buck, moaning around Mark's cock. Suddenly she went rigid and arched her back, flooding my mouth with pussy juices. At the same time James slid a finger into my arse. The combination of sensations was too much and I came with a scream, clenching on James' cock as I did. James slid out of me and pushed me onto my back next to Sarah grabbing his cock in his hand. The boys were barely holding on now and as soon as I was lying down Mark pulled his cock from her mouth and they came together, spraying our tits with hot cum as we lay next to each other. I reached over and gently massaged Sarah's tits, rubbing the creamy cum into them. She pushed me back, I thought she was going to return the favour but she slid her entire body on top of me, kissing me deep and hard as our cum covered bodies slipped across each other. She lifted her head away from mine and looked into my eyes. "Shall we go and have a shower?" Spanish Holiday Mum My last holiday was a very fortunate one. A good friend of mine who I have known for many years told me that he was going away for a week with his family. At the last minute his brother had said he couldn't make it as he had prior work commitments. So his family asked me if I would fancy going along, as I knew them all well. It seemed good to me, basically a free holiday to the south of France! So I booked time off work and made the necessary arrangements. However, the day before we left we had a bit of a scare when his dad had a heart scare and had to be rushed into hospital. He was released later on that evening and was told he was fine to go away as long as he didn't do anything stressful. I remember thinking at the time, ah well, no sex for him on the trip! Anyway. We flew out in the morning and everything seemed fine. It was a good week, lots of sight seeing, drinking and eating. On about the third day, myself and my mate were just relaxing in the pool and chatting. All of sudden his mum walked out to lie on the sunbed. She was wearing a yellow bikini that was skin tight and left very little to the imagination. I had never looked at my friend's mum this way before but suddenly I couldn't think of anything else. She laid down slowly on the sunbed, not really taking any notice of either of us. I had lost concentration on everything and just completely drifted off. Her large nipples were jutting proudly against the thin material of her bikini top and her luscious tits were slowly rising and falling with every breath she took. I felt my cock starting to go rock hard. I was desperate to get a better look so I swan down so I was directly in front of the sunbed, all the while my friend was busy chatting away about something that I had long since stopped listening I positioned myself so I was looking directly up her slightly spread legs, her bikini was skin tight and I could make out the outline of her luscious cunt. I began to run my hand across my cock through the material of my swim shorts, My cock was twitching like made and I was starting to breathe heavily. I knew I HAD to come. I turned to my friend and said I just had to pop inside. In one movement I jumped out the pool and swung round to sit on the edge so that it was not visible that I had an enormous hard on. I wrapped my towel round my waist and made my way inside, passing his mum on the way she looked up and smiled politely, a gesture I returned quickly. I headed straight for the bathroom. As soon as I had locked the door I dropped my towel and ripped my swimming shorts down. Crossing to the window I had a perfect view of her lying on the sunbed. I became like an animal, I grabbed my cock and started wanking furiously, usually I like to take time and enjoy wanking sessions but I had become totally different. I wanked my cock harder and faster than I ever had, I was gritting my teeth and growling under my breath as my eyes burned into his mum's half naked form. I leaned hard against the wall for support as my mind raced with images of me on top of her on that sunbed, spreading her legs wide and ramming my cock into her dripping wet pussy as her husband watched on helpless In no time at all I felt a huge surge through my cock, a small groan escaped my mouth as my orgasm swept over me. My first huge jet of cum shot across the small bathroom and splattered against the wall, I fell backwards onto the toilet seat and jammed my cock up against my stomach. Jet after jet of hot cum burst from my cock over my stomach before running down onto the toilet seat. I was biting my lip and digging my heels into the carpet to stop yelling. Slowly my breathing returned to normal and my clenched teeth relaxed, I looked down at the sticky mess I had covered myself in. After a few minutes, I got up and pulled my shorts up. I was going to wash off, but a sudden wave of naughtiness came over me and I had a better idea. I walked slowly out the bathroom and checking no one was about I crossed to his parent's room. Opening his mum's drawers I pulled out a pair of her white knickers, they were not super sexy but had a little frilly lace trim. I pulled my shorts down and wiped my still hot cum all over her knickers, running them over my stomach and up and down my cock. I gave them a final long sniff before tucking them back into her drawer. That was when I made the decision, I WAS going to have his Mum this trip, whatever it took, at any cost....She was MINE Smiling to myself I walked back outside, flashed her a smile and jumped back in the pool. The game was on.... To be continued...