0 comments/ 94061 views/ 5 favorites All Our Fantasies By: rigidtotem My wife and I have a great relationship. We talk, our sex life is great. Heck I smell like sex right now. Anyway, she knows that I go on-line looking for porn. We own a vibrator, we sometimes get the pay per view porn on TV. We are really open about it all. Anyway, what she doesn't know is that I think I have a problem. I think I'm addicted to on-line porn. If I have an extra fifteen minutes I'm on it. Sometimes I stay up really late looking for hours and then jerking off. I have passed up sex with her once, because I thought she was going to bed, and was planning on jerking off to on-line porn. That's where these stories come from. I look at hundreds of pictures, and then add stories to the images. She doesn't really ask what I look at, letting it stay personal. I'm into almost everything sexual. I look at the bondage stuff, the dirty sex stuff, the lingerie stuff, the public stuff, the peeing stuff, the animal stuff, you name it. Anyway we also talk candidly about other stuff. My wife isn't very old, she's only 25, but has always had a thing for younger looking guys. She recently broken down and told me that she had actually been fantasizing about a carriage boy at the local store we shop at. She was so scared that I'd be mad. I wasn't I thought it was nice. She looked confused. So I told her that she knows I look at porn a lot, she knows I write dirty stories on-line, she knows I like Asian women, I know she likes tigerbeat style guys. We both love and trust each-other, and we do well together. As a human you can't help what chemically does it for you, when you see something that turns you on, it does, it can't be helped. Several weeks have gone by since then, I haven't posted as often here, and the guy at the store has become a running joke between us. So one night I was sitting up looking at porn. She had gotten up very early and confessed that she needed to go to sleep. It was only nine-thirty. Anyway around ten, after I was sure she had gone to sleep I left the computer and went to the bathroom. When I came back she was sitting at the computer scrolling through the four screen I had stacked. I surf two or three pictorials at a time, often while writing a story. She was naked and didn't look very sleepy. I was a little angry, she seemed a little angry too, she was naked. She was reading the story. A pretty depraved loving wife yarn, that I whipped up under a different name. "I'll leave you alone now." she said calmly. "I'm sorry I barged in on you like this." "It's alright, you just startled me." I lied. With that she went back into the bedroom. I sat down flustered and closed a bunch of windows and just sat for a minute. Finally when it sounded pretty quiet in the bedroom I began to surf again. A few more minutes went by, it was maybe ten-thirty when the door opened. My wife was standing there, wearing a tiny black nightee. It's hemline was less than two inches below her bum. There was no lace or frill on it, just two spaghetti straps holding it on her shoulders. The front was pretty low-cut stopping about level with her nipples which jutted through the sheer fabric noticeably. My wife isn't very tall, and her shape is exquisite. She's got firm c-cups, and a tight ass, and only weighs 110 pounds. Her blond hair fell lightly over her shoulders and she was wearing make-up? "How do I look?" She asked. "Great." I said confusedly. "That's good, I'm gonna go out for a little while." She said. "WHAT!" I said. "I'm gonna' go out." She repeated. "This is what turns you on right?" She asked. "Not you though." I said. "You can't go out like that!" "Watch me." She said. "The bars are open till' three around here right? I'm gonna' go have a quick one, you better hope I chicken out in the car." My pants were down enough that I could stroke myself lightly, and she headed for the door. I pushed back my chair struggling to get up while holding my pants. The front door opened. "Julie!" I said. "Don't!" The door shut and I ran for it, but she was now outside in the warm night air, if I yelled to her the neighbors would surely look out and see her in her state of undress! Instead I stood at the door mouthing the word 'please' as the car backed out of the driveway. Quickly I got my shoes on and headed for my car. There were only a handful of bars around, I could probably either catch up or find her! When I got up to the main road I looked in both directions, but she was already gone. Frantically I chose randomly. Driving past two bars I didn't see her car. I headed as far out as I dared driving only about fifteen minutes, nothing. There were two side street bars to check and they were both thankfully free of her car, one, I had to drive around the lot it was so busy. I headed back towards the house. I checked the driveway, she wasn't home. My heart sank to new lows. I turned around and headed back to the end of the street, this time heading the other way. The clock now said almost midnight. So much time had gone by! The first bar that I passed was less than five minutes from our house, I didn't see her car so I kept driving. An hour went by and I was really scared, it was almost one AM! I headed back half-crying, but after two and a half hours of sitting in the car looking for my half naked wife, with MANY hours of porn feeding my warped mind, I admit that arousal was also present. Coming from the other direction when I was almost home a sight caught my eye. Parked up against the building at the closest bar to the house was my wife's tiny green car! I hadn't seen it on the first pass, because I was going the wrong way and there was a HUGE truck beside it. I was so shocked and scared that I drove right by. The parking lot had maybe twenty cars in it. I turned around and headed back circling the lot slowly trying to get a look in some of the tiny smoky windows. I parked where I could see the front of the building. I don't drink very often or bar hop, neither does my wife (normally). So I had no idea what to expect in this place, the layout the clientele, nothing. I'm a pretty meticulous well thought out guy. I've been in the service, and I write, so details are important to me. I sat there trying to plot my next move. My wife is a hot woman. If there were a guy in there who had been buying her drinks for a while he probably wouldn't be too happy to see me. I'm a good size guy, and not afraid to fight, but I wasn't sure if this was worth fighting over. If she was gonna' cheat I would have to either leave her or accept it. Besides even if I took one guy down, who knows if he had friends at the bar or was a regular. So with discretion being the better part of valor, I got out of the car and walked slowly towards the building. Trying to see through the windows without sticking my face up against them. Then I saw her. Through a window in the corner, pretty far from the door. There were three pool tables, and standing amidst three guys with a pool cue in her hand was Julie! The table was the one furthest in the corner and with the pub lights above the tables I could probably get through the door without being seen by her. Then I could lay low and observe. Beside the door was a small sign that said food. So a plan erupted. I opened the door as quietly as possible and took a seat in a booth, trying not to look around too much, just making eye contact with the bar-tender. I sat up near the bar at pretty much the opposite corner from the pool tables. The bar tender came over. "Hey what can I get for ya?" The guy asked. "You still servin' food?" I asked sounding as beat and tired as I could. Which at one AM wasn't too hard. "The fryer's still on, but only till one-thirty so make it quick." The bartender said. "You got somethin' like chicken fingers, and maybe fries or onion rings?" I asked. "All of the above." The man said and a sideways glance over towards the pool tables betrayed me a little. "I can make you a basket with a little of everything for eight bucks." The guy said. "Sure, and a beer, Fosters if you got it." I said. "Comin' right up." He said, "In the meantime enjoy the view. I know I am, she's been in for a couple hours now, every time she takes a shot you can see everything." the bartender whispered leaning over a little. "Had panties on when she came in, but they've been gone for an hour or so." I made an approving face and nodded, settling in to split my attention between the news on the bar TV and my wife flirting at the tables. From where I sat, I could see quite a bit. There were three guys at her table. They looked about college age, and were apparently playing teams with my wife. She looked tipsy bordering on drunk. I tried to tune in to the conversation, but couldn't get much mostly giggles and raucous laughter. My beer came and I sipped it as she took a shot. She was facing me, and as she bent for the shot I could see down her top, her round tits hanging off her chest unsupported. The three guys behind her all leaned back to get a good look at her behind, and probably her pussy. My cock was rock hard, my heart was another story. After her shot she stood up and one of the guys wrapped his arms around her from behind. She leaned back and kissed him full on the mouth deeply. While they kissed he groped her breasts from behind, lifting the nightee as he massaged and squeezed. I caught a sudden flash of her reddish brown hair as it lifted. She broke the kiss with him and he released her her nightee falling back down. He lined up for his shot as she stood between the other two men, talking about something. My food came and he brought me another beer. I watched as my wife began kissing one of the other guys. He reached under the nightee to squeeze her ass-cheeks. While I ate one of the guys came up to get a round. "Three beers and a coke." The guy said. "The lady not drinkin'?" The bartender asked. "She's had enough, we don't even need to get her drunk. Her husband is a porn freak, and she's just giving him a taste of his own fantasy." The guy said. "She said we might not even get any, she hadn't decided, so get what we could, while we could." The guy took the drinks and headed back. My mind raced. As I watched the clock ticked away. Two AM was fast approaching. Julie was now dancing suggestively with them between shots and I could see them groping between her legs between shots. I was on my fourth beer. Julie headed in my direction to use the bathroom. I looked away, not that it mattered she wasn't looking at ANYTHING. When she came out of the bathroom several minutes later she had adjusted the straps on her nightee, and it no longer covered her. It stopped just low enough to see the very bottom of her pussy when she walked. The dozen or so patrons left were all male at this point and a din began to arise. The three guys at the pool table nodded and made appropriate comments. What was about to happen? "Uh oh." The bartender said. "This has gotta' stop now." With that he headed over to the pool table. There was a hushed exchange and a lot of nodding. A minute later the bartender was heading towards the bar and my wife and her three friends were heading out the door. I couldn't leave so I sat another few minutes. Finished my beer settled up and left. Her car was gone. I drove around really fast hoping to catch up. I didn't so I headed home. There in the driveway were two cars. My heart raced. I got out and headed through the unlocked front door. There in my living room was Julie. "Hi babe." She said. She was completely naked. There on the couch were the three guys. They were all also naked. "Why don't you go in the office and look at porn. I'm busy out here." Julie said to me. Then she reached into her purse and pulled out a tiny pair of crumbled up panties. "Take these to keep you company." She cooed. As I left the room she descended on the couch and the moaning started. I woke with a start slumped over in my desk chair, the computer staring down at me. 'connection lost' it said. My wife's panties were laying on the keyboard, my wife asleep safely in her bed, it was eleven PM. I had fished the panties out of the hamper so I'd have something to sniff when I jerked off. -The end All Our Fantasies "It's a long list," Marie exclaimed, wriggling her naked ass back against me, and being rewarded by my rapidly hardening cock pressing between the cheeks of her firm little ass. "A bit like one of your shopping lists then," I joked, only for my reward to be a swift jab from her elbow. "It is a bit like a shopping list though, " she confessed, "Our shopping list – of things we want, things we need," she added as she rolled over to kiss me, to press her naked body to me. We made love again, gently, lovingly, differently to the driving force of only an hour ago, the frantic sex that had led to the "shopping list". Afterwards, I lay on my back, my hands behind my head, while Marie dozed next to me, her arm thrown across my chest as I thought about how we had got to that list. It was hard to believe that we would have been married for twenty five years in only three weeks time. We had met at eighteen, married at twenty, had two great kids, and were still together after almost twenty five years - unlike many of our friends. We love each other with a passion, and have always been faithful, even through the difficult times that all couples go through. For my part, it wasn't as if there hadn't been opportunities. There had been - especially a gorgeous little receptionist at work who had made it clear what she was willing to do for me. But somehow, even when things were tough between us, there hadn't been the desire to "stray". I don't think that Marie had ever been unfaithful to me either. I know I had my suspicions a few years back when she seemed to be very close to a friend of ours as he went through a divorce. Even now, I still wonder when we see him and his new wife, but no, I don't think that anything really happened. There have been tough times, especially when the children were younger. We were both tired all the time – Marie from dealing with the children, and me from working too hard at building my career. But now, the children were eighteen and twenty, more or less independent, and my career had worked out just how we had wanted it to. Now, we found ourselves with more time together, and more time on our own. So, we had gradually "rediscovered" each other, and were probably happier than we had ever been. And the sex was brilliant! As the children had got older, we had, over the last few years, started to take the odd holiday without them – only two or three days at a time to start with, but time that was for us. And during those breaks, we had discovered all sorts of things to liven up our sex life, things that we wanted to do. I imagine that some of things we did were fairly "normal" to some people, but to us it opened up a whole new world. Over one weekend we discovered role plays, on another sex in public. Over a third, Marie wore a loose, wrap around skirt all weekend, with no underwear. We prayed for a gust of wind as we walked, but it never came. But I did spend much of the weekend with my fingers inside her pussy as we drove, as we sat in traffic. Gradually, we took these things home with us, and our sex life took on another dimension – especially after we started to buy sex toys for both of us. Now, we couldn't wait to be alone, whether it was for ten minutes or for hours. We always knew that it would end up with us together – whether it was for a quick fuck on the kitchen table, or hours of fun in whichever part of the house we happened to find ourselves. We started to watch porno movies together, and I couldn't help but notice how excited Marie got when we watched threesomes or two women together. We started to talk about our fantasies as we fucked. As I drove my cock into Marie, I would tell her how I knew she would love to have another cock in her mouth or her ass, or she would cry out what she wanted. She would suck me, murmuring about how I would love another mouth, another tongue, on my cock at the same time, or how she wanted another cock to play with, how we could share. All these things heightened our already explosive orgasms, driving us both wild. We sometimes talked about our fantasies afterwards as well, as we lay in each others arms, telling each other what we wanted before making love again. But somehow, it never went any further. Until today. Until the "shopping list". It had all started when the kids went out and left us on our own for the day to have some fun. We had started in the garden, trying to top up our tans before going away for two weeks to celebrate our wedding anniversary. Marie was wearing a tiny little bikini, as she wanted to get as much of an all over tan as she could. The top was little more than two small triangles of flimsy material, held together with string. The triangles seemed to barely cover her dark, wide aureoles, let alone her pert, but full, breasts. The bottoms were skimpy as well, little more than a thong really, leaving most of her firm ass naked for me to leer at. The strings of the bottoms were tied at the sides, leaving her long, tanned legs naked to blend into the soft swell of her hips, and upwards to her smooth, flat belly and slim body. The bottoms fitted snugly around her ass and pussy, the outline of her mound clear for me to see. Her blonde hair was tied back in a pony tail, away from her pretty face, with her full, kissable lips and bright blue eyes. As I looked at her, I marvelled at how young, how beautiful, how sexy she looked. As soon as I had seen her in the garden, and she had seen the look in my eye and the growing bulge in my shorts, we had both known exactly what sort of day we were going to have. We were soon acting like a couple of twenty somethings, rather than the mature forty five year olds we were meant to be. Within the minutes, the idea of sunbathing had been abandoned, and we were fucking frantically in the kitchen, Marie bent over the worktop, her cute ass in the air as I drove into her from behind, her pussy lips stretched around my thick, hard cock. We eventually made it upstairs, to the bedroom, where we spent much of the remainder of the afternoon and early evening. As we were fucking later, as yet another orgasm ripped through her lithe body, I whispered hoarsely in her ear about her having more cocks to play with, to suck, while I fucked her hot cunt. I told her how I wanted to watch her sucking on a long, thick cock while I fucked her, how I wanted to watch her taking more than one cock at a time, how I wanted to see her sucking and fucking. As I drove my cock into her, her head shook from side to side as she murmured "Yes" to every thought, every suggestion. As my cum slammed into her pussy, she told me that she wanted to share me, to hold my balls while I fucked another woman, to do whatever I, whatever we, wanted. We had clung to each other after that, catching our breath as our bodies relaxed. It was a good few minutes before either of us could speak. When we did, it was Marie who spoke first as she cuddled up to me. She spoke slowly at first, as if she was picking her words carefully. "We should you know," she started. I looked at her, waiting for more, knowing, or hoping that I knew, what she was about to say, but not quite believing it. "We should do these things…..we would be together…..we trust each other.....why not?" Even though I had somehow sensed what Marie had been going to say, I couldn't quite believe it, but as listened to her, I knew that she meant it, that she wanted this as much as I did. She even mentioned our holiday. "What a great time to live out our fantasies …" she told me, her eyes bright with lust. By now my cock was rock hard, despite having cum only a few minutes before. "You like the idea, then?" Marie grinned, her hand sliding sensuously along my shaft. After we had frantically made love again, we each agreed to write down our fantasies – honestly and fully, in the realisation that we would seek to live them out, to do them. I lay back and shut my eyes while Marie found a piece of paper and started to write. She wrote quickly, as if all her pent up thoughts were bursting out of her. Suddenly, I felt nervous. Did I really want this? Where would it lead? What if …? When Marie was finished, she folded the paper over so that I couldn't read what she had written, and passed it to me. She turned away from me, as I reached out and grabbed a book to rest on. After a moment's hesitation, I started to write, slowly at first, but then more quickly. When I had finished, I folded the paper over again and gave it back to Marie. Marie rolled onto her side, her back to me, the piece of paper on the bed in front of her. I snuggled up behind her, reaching around her to cup her firm breasts, her erect nipples pressing into the palm of my hand. We were both quiet, both staring at the piece of paper, wondering what it said. I leant forward and gently kissed the side of her neck. "Go on," I told her softly, "Let's see we want …." Slowly, Marie opened the paper out so that we could both read it. I gasped as I read it. The list was longer, much longer, than I had imagined. Marie had been quite detailed, quite graphic, in what she'd written, whereas my comments were shorter. Some of what we had written we had spoken about, fantasised about, before. But some of it was new. It was then that Marie had made her comment about how long the list was. ************************ For the next two weeks, as our trip to The Maldives approached, nothing was said about the list, or about us living out our fantasies. In a way, I was relieved, especially after reading and re-reading the list. But in other ways, I was disappointed. But as we were saying our goodbyes to the children, the car already packed for the drive down to the airport, one of the children asked if we had everything. I don't know why I said it, but without thinking I innocently asked Marie a question. "Have you got the shopping list?" She looked at me, a glint in her eye, and nodded. Our daughter laughed at the thought of us taking a shopping list on holiday with us, and asked what could be so important. Marie took my hand as she explained that it was a list of "… special things that we wanted …". I squeezed her hand, and quickly led her to the car before the growing bulge in my jeans became too obvious. As we drove to the airport, my mind was filled with thoughts of what might happen. How? When? Where? I had a feeling that that I wouldn't have to worry about such things. And it didn't – the fun began even sooner than I could have imagined. ************************ As part of our holiday, we had treated ourselves to first class tickets. The ticket price included passes for the Executive Lounge at the airport. So, after we had checked in our luggage and picked up a few things at the shops, we made our way to the lounge, with an hour or so to kill before our flight would start boarding. Once we were settled in the lounge, I went to fetch us a drink, while Marie went to the restroom. When she got back, there was a glint in her eye that certainly hadn't been there minutes before. I didn't think anymore of it as we sat together, chatting, reading and passing the time, although Marie did seem a bit fidgety. By the time we were on our third drink, we were sat close together, with Marie's hand on my thigh, squeezing gently. I could feel the heat of her leg against me, even through my jeans. I couldn't drag my eyes away from her legs as her already short skirt rode up even higher. In the end, with my cock growing in my jeans, I told Marie that I needed to go to the bathroom. She murmured "okay". I went quickly, feeling Marie's eyes on me as I crossed the room, and went through the door that led to a small hallway, and then into the male restroom. I wasn't in there long, but when I came out, my heart missed a beat when I saw Marie waiting for me. She didn't hesitate, but pushed me backwards through the doorway, before dragging me into a cubicle. She shut the door quickly, bolting it behind her. Before I could speak, she had pushed me again so that I sat down. Moments later she was on her knees in front of me. As we both heard the outer door open, and someone else come in, she unzipped me and pulled my hardening cock out into the open. Seconds later, her head was bobbing up and down as she sucked me wetly into her hot and willing mouth. Her hand reached up to quickly cover my mouth as I groaned, as she sucked me deeply into her mouth, her tongue swirling around my cock head. Her other hand was on my thick, hard shaft, squeezing me in time to her deep, hard sucking. She slowly took her hand away from my mouth, making sure that I was quiet. I gritted my teeth, trying hard not to moan out loud as waves of pleasure washed through me, as Marie slid her hand into my jeans to cup my balls, one finger reaching out to my ass. I felt sure that the wet, sucking noises we were making must have been echoing around the room, especially when my hips started to bounce upwards, pumping my cock into her mouth, but I didn't care, I just wanted it to last for ever. Marie started to moan as well, her soft cries muffled by my cock, her lips stretched around me, her teeth grating along my shaft. I reached for her breasts, feeling her rock hard nipples before she pushed my hands away. Seconds later I came, my balls tightening in her hand and her finger slipping into my ass as my cum erupted from me. I seemed to be cumming for ages, Marie's lips clamped around me, sending waves of pleasure rocketing through me as my cum filled her mouth. At last, my cum stopped pumping and she looked up at me, cum dribbling from the corner of her mouth. She knelt up and kissed me, her tongue bringing the taste, the feel, of my cum with it as it slipped into my mouth. We both groaned as we kissed, as our tongues thrust into each others mouths. This time Marie didn't push me away as I reached for her, as I slid my hand along her soft thighs, and inside her skirt, her skin hot against me. Her panties were soaking as I pressed the flimsy material against her clit and pussy. I could feel her throbbing against me, and this time it was me who had to muffle her cries as I pulled her panties to one side and thrust one, and then two, fingers deep inside her. She clamped her thighs together, holding my hand tight, her pussy gripping my fingers as I fucked her slowly. She held my hand, pushing my fingers deeper inside her as we each reached for her breasts, her nipples, our lips crushed together as our tongues began thrusting again. Her orgasm crashed through her seconds later, her hot juices flooding onto my hand as her pussy pulsed around me, as she squeezed me relentlessly. Our mouths stayed crushed together, our kissing frantic until Marie slowly started to relax. I pulled my aching fingers out of her pussy and held them up to her. She licked, and then sucked, them slowly, her eyes never leaving mine as she cleaned me of her juices. And then we kissed, slowly, passionately, sharing our tastes. ************************ By the time we got cleaned up, our flight was being called. We stumbled out of the restrooms, not really caring if anyone saw us, both of us giggling as we rushed around, gathering our hand luggage together and heading for the plane. As we sat waiting for the plane to take off, I squeezed Marie's hand and leant over to whisper in her ear. "I don't remember that being on our shopping list," I told her. She grinned at me. "Not complaining, I hope?" she asked, her tongue flicking over her full, red lips, before she added, "Anyway, I think this holiday is going to be full of surprises." Before I could answer, a stewardess came around to offer us a drink, and soon we were into the usual long haul flight stuff – meals, drinks, choosing a movie to watch. All of this filled the first four or five hours of the eleven hour flight. By then, as it got late, most people started to doze off. We had taken off in the late evening, so by the time the early hours of the next day arrived, the plane was in darkness, with most people asleep. I dozed for a while, with Marie snuggled up next to me, her head on my shoulder and her hand resting lightly on my thigh under the blanket we were sharing. I only realised that Marie had woken up when I felt her hand stroking firmly up and down my thigh, her fingers wandering perilously close to my growing bulge. I rubbed my eyes, half listening to her apologising for waking me up, before saying that she needed to get past me to get to the bathroom. I pulled my legs in, and let her wriggle past, my hands running smoothly over her hips as I reached out to her. I sat for a few minutes after she had gone, still aware of her, of her smell, of the bulge in my jeans, of the silence and darkness in the plane. I glanced over my shoulder at the red "engaged" sign, trying to work out which of the two cubicles Marie was in. As I looked, the lighted sign turned to green. I didn't hesitate any longer, but stood up quickly, stepped across the aisle and through the curtain that separated first class from the rest of the plane. The cubicle was just the other side of the curtain. As the door inched open, I stepped inside, pressing my lips to Marie's so that she wouldn't cry out as I pushed the door closed behind me. Marie gasped as I held her tight, but then she recovered, her tongue sliding sensually into my mouth as we kissed. In the tight confines of the cubicle we had no choice but to stand close together, our bodies hard against each other. As we kissed, Marie reached for my cock, deftly undoing my zip and dragging my cock into the open just as she had done at the airport. I helped her, undoing my button and easing my jeans down my thighs a little so that my cock and balls were free for her to caress, her thumb smearing the dribbles of pre cum over my cock head as our tongues explored. I turned her around, my cock catching on her as she leant over as best she could. My back was against the door, my cock rubbing against her bum as she wriggled back towards me. I eased her skirt up over her rounded ass so that it was around her waist. Her knickers had ridden up into the tight valley between her cheeks, leaving one firm, creamy buttock naked. I groaned as I reached for her, running my hands over her hips and ass, over her cheeks and slowly down the valley between them before easing the flimsy, wet material of her knickers to one side. We both moaned as she pressed herself back against my hand, as my fingers found her pussy, as they slid easily into her hot, wet body. She twisted her head around. "Fuck me," she hissed as she arched her back, presenting herself to me, "Fuck me quickly." I guided my cock between her thighs and into the hot wetness of her pussy, driving deep into her in one steady thrust. I reached around her, putting my hand over her mouth as she cried out, trying to muffle her sounds but feeling her wet tongue darting along my fingers, licking her juices off me. With my other hand, I reached for her breasts, rubbing and pinching her hard nipples through the thin material of her top and bra, holding my cock inside her, my belly hard against her ass as her pussy throbbed around me, as she squeezed my thick, hard cock. "Fuck me," she whispered again, "Fuck my cunt." I pumped into her slowly, aware of the door just behind me, of the wall just in front of Marie. I reached into her as deep as I could, savouring the feel of her hot, wanton pussy around me, of her juices pouring from her. Our orgasms built quickly, from our lust, our need, our daring. I held Marie's hips and drove into her, her pussy moulded around my cock as I fucked her harder. Marie buried her face in the crook of her arm to muffle her cries as she came, her ass pressing back against me. I held her tight, my cock buried inside her, her pussy throbbing around me as her orgasm flooded her body. As her orgasm faded, I fucked her again, harder, deeper, my balls slapping against her thighs. All Our Fantasies I felt her pussy tightening, gripping me, a sure sign that she was about to cum again. I rubbed a fingertip down between her cheeks, scratching lightly at her puckered hole as another orgasm tore through her, triggered by the floods of cum erupting from my taut balls as I wrapped my arm around her waist and held her tight to me. Marie's legs gave way under her, and she collapsed onto the toilet, my cock slipping from her. I watched my cum dribbling onto her thighs as we both tried to catch our breath. Slowly, she turned around. Standing up again, she kissed me, slowly, sensually, her tongue exploring thoroughly. As our hearts stopped thumping, we regained our senses. As we broke our long, lingering kiss, Marie reached for my cock, still slick with our cum and juices, and pushed it back into my boxers. I eased my jeans back up. "You go first," she whispered, ever the practical one, before kissing me again. I reached for her bare ass, her skirt still up around her waist, but she pushed me away and, reaching behind me, slid the door bolt open. I stepped outside quickly as Marie closed the door behind me. I prayed that there wasn't a queue, that no one was awake and watching. But as I turned to go back to First Class, a lady – a very pretty lady – in the first row caught my eye, and gave me a look, a very knowing look. I blushed furiously, and rushed back to my seat. Moments later, Marie was back. As she climbed across me to her seat, she pressed something into my hand. I felt the dampness of her panties straight away. With a grin I pushed them into my pocket and leant over to kiss her. "Don't forget to tick that one off the list," I told her. Seconds later we were asleep. ************************ The first few days of the holiday flew by. We spent the time exploring the resort island we were on, finding out more about what was on offer, and making love. In a way, our list was forgotten as we simply couldn't keep our hands off each other. We had arrived at the resort just before lunch on the first day, and were frantically making love in our room even before the porter could deliver our cases. We had even made love in the sea, while out snorkelling. It had happened on out first full day. We had come up for a breather, and had been holding onto each other as the warm sea gently washed against us. We had kissed, laughing as our face masks had got in the way, but had then become more serious as my cock rose up, as Marie guided me into her hot body. We had clung together, bobbing about in the water, joined together as we moved against each other until we both came. I had pulled out of her reluctantly, watching as some of my cum had risen to the surface and floated away, before we had swam ashore and headed back to our bungalow to finish what we had started. After dinner on our third night on the island, we were having a drink in the bar when Marie leant over and whispered in my ear. "Let's kill two birds with one stone." I had no idea what she meant, but as soon as I saw the glint in her eye, I knew I had to find out. I stood up as she took my hand, and led me out of the bar. A few yards away was another bar, which we had been told was always open, but which only seemed to get used by a few people. It was dimly lit, and although clearly open for business, was deserted. In the corner stood a grand piano, the highly polished wood glistening in what light there was. "My film fantasy, your risk taking one," Marie whispered, "Two birds with one stone." I watched her cross the room, my cock suddenly rigid in my trousers as what she had said sunk in, as I watched her hips swinging from side to side, as she sang "Pretty Woman" to herself. I watched as she hopped up onto the edge of the piano, her skirt sliding up her tanned thighs as she wriggled about. For a moment, I still couldn't believe what she wanted, but then I was across the room and standing next to her. She lay back on the piano, spread eagled across the dark wood, her back arched, her breasts pressing up against her tight top. I stepped between her knees, my cock a huge bulge in my trousers, and ran my hands over the tops of the thighs. She moaned softly as I touched her hot skin, before holding out her hands to me. I pulled her upright, wanting her close to me. Marie reached up and draped her arms around my neck. As our lips met, and her tongue slid into my mouth, she eased forward on the piano, wrapping her legs around me and pulling me to her, her pussy now against my cock. Even through my trousers, I could feel the heat of her, the lust. As our kisses became harder, more passionate, I became aware of the noises around us, of the music from the bar next door, of people walking past the darkened windows. We both knew the risks we were taking, but we didn't care. My cock was rigid when I dragged it from my trousers, jutting out on its own, pre cum dribbling over the swollen head. Marie reached for me, pulling me even closer. I reached down, pulling the silk of her drenched knickers to one side, catching a fleeting glimpse of her wet pussy before she tightened her legs around me, and pulled my cock into her wanton body. I held her hips, fucking her hard and fast as she sat on the very edge of the piano, holding her tight to stop her sliding about. Her breath was hot in my ear as we clung together, and then against my neck as she tried to muffle her cries. I dragged her top up, freeing her naked breasts as she pulled my shirt apart, buttons flying everywhere. We held each other tight, her firm breasts hard against me, her nipples like two pebbles pressing into my chest. As I fucked her, Marie dropped her legs down so that they were hanging loose, her heels drumming against the side of the piano in time to my thrusts into her body, her tongue thrusting in time with me. With each wild drive into her body, her pussy gripped my cock, squeezing me, her juices running from her, our orgasms building, our pleasure intensifying. She bit my shoulder to muffle her cries as she came, her legs wrapped around me once again as I held my cock deep inside her, her pussy pulsating around me, her breathing harsh, her whole body flooded with pleasure. Her pussy held my thick cock tight, squeezing me as the most intense moments of her orgasm ran their course. She slumped back on the piano, her exquisite body laid bare for me again. I reached out to caress her breasts, to rub her nipples, sending more waves of pleasure through her. And then, as her pussy relaxed slightly, I began to fuck her again, slowly at first, but then harder, deeper, my balls slapping against her until my cum erupted into her, taking her to another climax. As my balls emptied, I pulled her back up into my arms, holding her tight. We both felt drained as we kissed, our juices mixing inside her. We held each other tight, breathing heavily. Slowly, we became aware of the noises around us, reminding us of where we were, of the risks we were taking. We kissed again, slowly, enjoying the taste, the feel, of each other. But then we separated, slowly, reluctantly. I eased out of her, leaving a slick trail of our juices across the shiny wood of the piano. I pushed my wet, still semi erect cock, back into my trousers, and then helped Marie down from the piano. As we stood kissing, the door swung open. We left the bar quickly, not daring to look at each other, or at the two couples who had so nearly caught us, wondering if they would spot the shiny marks on the otherwise spotless piano. We rushed back to our bungalow, laughing at the release of our narrow escape. Back at the bungalow we made love again, this time slowly, leisurely. I undressed Marie, and laid her naked on the bed. She reached her arms out above her head, her eyes on mine as I undressed. I looked at her, taking in the sight of her lithe body, stretched out naked just how I liked. I kissed her all over, starting with her face, before kissing slowly down her neck and along her collar bone. I kissed the little hollow at the base of her throat, before moving my lips down to between her divine breasts. She held my head as I kissed across to each nipple, sucking each hard nub of flesh into my mouth, my tongue swirling around her puckered aureoles. I kissed my way down her taut tummy, my tongue slipping into her belly button before moving lower. I dropped naked onto the floor at the end of the bed, my cock hard in front of me. I kissed quickly up each of her legs, stopping when I reached the soft inside of her thighs. But then I started again, running my tongue along that soft flesh, down the crease where her legs met her body, reaching but never quite touching her hot, wet pussy. As I got ever closer, Marie's sighs got louder, her fingers now entwined in my hair as her hips rocked higher, as she urged me towards her juicy flesh. I paused again, just for a second, to look at her, to look at the mass of carefully trimmed dark hair hiding the delights beneath. I could make out her rubbery clit, peeking out at me, and her swollen pink lips, begging for my attention. I leant forward and flicked my tongue over her clit. She gasped, her body trembling, as I did it again, this time slipping a finger into her pussy as well. And then she cried out louder, longer, as I reached deep inside her with my finger and clamped my mouth over her clit and pussy, sucking on her, licking at her, while I finger fucked her gently. Her orgasm built deep inside her, and then erupted gently, sending ripples of pleasure through her exquisite body. She moaned, her back arching as she came, as she held my head to her, pushing herself against me, as I tongued and pleasured her, as her pleasure ran its course. I slid back onto the bed, kissing her mouth hungrily, my hands roaming over her body as she reached for my cock. She pulled me to her, urging me inside her, both of us wanting and needing more. We both cried out as I entered her, as her pussy wrapped itself around all eight inches of my thick cock, as her pussy moulded itself to every ridge, to every vein, to every contour of me. I rolled easily onto my back, taking Marie with me so that she was straddling me, her pert breasts swinging down for me to kiss and lick and taste. I reached for her ass, holding her tight as our hips moved together, as I pumped my cock upwards into her wanton body. My cum exploded inside her, thick jets of it gushing into her to mix with her sweet juices as she came again. We fell asleep in each others, my cock only slipping out of her later, much later. ************************ When I woke up the next day, Marie was already up, standing naked by the dresser opposite the bed. As I rubbed my eyes, I could see that she was holding a piece of paper – our list. I got out of bed and stood behind her, reaching around to hold her tight, my cock nesting comfortably against her ass. I looked at the list, at the bits she had ticked off. "Lots more fun to be had," I murmured as I leant down to kiss her ear lobe, before drawing her back to bed. Later, after breakfast, we went down to the Water Sports centre. Ages ago, when we had first booked the holiday, we had decided to try out wind surfing. But now, as we looked at what was on offer, we were tempted by catamaran sailing. This was available either on a "go it alone" basis, or with a guide. As we looked at what was on offer, reading from the various notices stuck to the walls, Marie squeezed my hand. I looked up and saw a tall, well built guy of about twenty five approaching us with a welcoming smile. He introduced himself as Matt, and explained that he was the sailing guide. He told us that he offered sailing trips around a few of the islands, with a picnic lunch thrown in on deserted island. Before I could speak, Marie told him that it was just what we wanted. "How about today?" Matt asked. "Great," Marie told him quickly, "About an hour?" We left Matt to sort out the boat and some lunch, and headed back to the bungalow to get ready. Once we had gathered together the usual collection of swimwear, towels and snorkelling gear, we set off to meet up with Matt. On the way, Marie was unusually quiet, but when she stopped me I knew exactly what she was going to say. Even so, I tensed as she leant up to kiss me, before whispering to me. "I want him," she said quietly, "He's the one." I wasn't surprised. Why should I have been? He was young, tall, sun tanned, well built – and I knew that this was one of Marie's fantasies. But suddenly things were getting serious. So far, we had lived out a few fantasies on our own, but this was different. In the few seconds after Marie spoke I was only aware of us, of Marie's mouth inches from mine, of her body close to mine. When I spoke, it didn't even sound like me, as my voice sounded so distant. "I know," I told her, pulling her to me, kissing her, my cock rearing up suddenly, hard between us. She felt my hardness against her and groaned. She groaned even louder as I spoke again. "And I want Jacqui," I told her, referring to the lady in the bungalow next door to us. Now it was Marie's turn to show no surprise. We held each other tight for a few more seconds, our bodies hot against each other. But before either of us could speak again, I took Marie's hand and quickly led her back to the beach where Matt was waiting for us. The catamaran was much bigger than I'd imagined, but still seemed quite frail. There was a large net deck, with a small cabin set in the middle. Behind this was the rudder console, with plenty of space for us to sit or lie around. Matt helped us on board. It could have been my imagination, but Marie seemed to hold on to his hand for much longer than was necessary before flashing him a brilliant smile. While Marie sorted our stuff out, Matt cast off and guided us out through the reef and into the open sea. He explained that it would take an hour or so to sail to the first island, where we would have a break and lunch, before sailing back via some smaller islands if we wanted to. The first island was the largest we would visit, but was still uninhabited. He told us that for the next four or five hours, he was there to please us. I glanced across at Marie, knowing exactly how Matt could please her. The first hour flew by. The sea was flat, with just a gentle breeze filling the sail. Matt was great fun, pointing out the odd boat in the distance, and showing us how the catamaran worked. We helped where we could, and I spent much of the time stood with Matt, learning about the boat, while Marie sunbathed. At first, she just stretched out on her towel. Then she stripped off her vest top, leaving just her tiny bikini top to cover her breasts. A while later, her shorts came off. Matt went quiet as he watched her bend over and strip her shorts off, as he watched her ass appear, her thong doing nothing to spoil his view. She lay on her front, reaching behind her to undo her top. I could see the swell of her breasts at her sides as she lay in the sun. By now, Matt was openly looking at her, his eyes fixed on her. As he, as we, looked at her, she lifted her head up and asked if we minded if she rolled over. Before we could respond, she was on her back, her deliciously pert breasts naked to us, her nipples dark and hard. I looked at Matt, watching him as his eyes feasted on Marie, on her lithe body, on her naked breasts, a growing bulge in his already tight shorts. When Matt started to pull in the sail, saying that we had arrived, Marie ducked down into the cabin, returning minutes later dressed in a short, white cotton dress that she often wore over her bikini. By the time she had returned, Matt had steered us through the reef and was anchoring the catamaran in a couple of feet of water, about ten yards from the beach. I deliberately got off first, grabbing the picnic basket and heading for the beach, my heart pounding in my chest at the thought of them being along for even a minute. I waded to the beach, and dropped the basket a little way up the gently sloping sand. Only then did I turn back – and what I saw made my heart skip a beat, and my cock grow rapidly. Matt had clearly got down from the boat first, and had turned to help Marie. But as she stepped off the boat, she had slipped, and ended up sat in the water. It looked like an accident, but who knows? What I did know was that it was very unlike Marie. But as she rose out of the water, I could only gasp. Her thin cotton dress was soaked, see through and clinging to every curve, every contour, of her clearly naked body. Matt stood still for long seconds, his eyes raking over Marie's body, over her dark, hard nipples pressing against her wet dress, over her breasts and belly, her dress moulded to her, over the dark patch at the junction of her thighs, over her firm ass as she turned. The thin material of her dress clung to ever part of her, showing her off in all her glory, making her look more than just naked. With a groan that I heard from the beach, Matt pulled Marie to him, his mouth locking onto hers. He kissed her hard, holding her to him, and as I watched I could almost feel her tongue thrusting into his mouth. She wrapped a long leg around him, arching her back to press her body hard against him, pressing her mound against the hard bulge in his shorts. I could only imagine the hardness of his cock grinding against her, and the hot juices flooding from her. As they separated, Matt scooped Marie up in his arms and waded up to the beach, both of them acting as if I wasn't there. He stopped a few yards up the beach, about ten yards from where I was stood. Marie dropped down onto the white sand, her dress high up on her tanned thighs as she held out her arms to this man half her age, who she had only known for a few hours, who she wanted to use to fulfil her fantasy. Matt dragged his shirt over his head before pushing his shorts hurriedly down his strong thighs. He stood naked, another pang of jealously surging through me as I looked at him, as I looked at Marie taking in the sight of his young, muscular body, of his thick, hard cock jutting out, his ass pale against the rest of him. My heart was thumping, my mouth dry, as I watched him drop to his knees between my wife's legs. He pushed her dress up her thighs a few more inches, his hands running smoothly over her hot flesh. He gasped as her pussy came into view. I could clearly see her dark patch of hair, wet and curly, her engorged pussy lips crying out their need. And then Matt was on top of her, driving his cock into her in one powerful thrust, her arms around his neck pulling him to her, her body arching up to meet his, their tongues thrusting in time to their hips as they moved to meet each other, as she took his cock as deep into her body as she could. I dragged my rock hard cock from my shorts as I listened to their cries echoing along the empty beach, stroking my throbbing length as I watched Matt fuck my beautiful wife's hungry cunt. They both seemed oblivious to me as I moved closer, until I was only a few feet away from them. I dropped onto my knees beside them, my cock still in my hand. I could hear Matt's cock driving into Marie's hot wetness, both of them moaning through their kisses, through the thrusting of their bodies. Marie was pushing her hips up to meet his thrusts, to meet his thick cock he drove it into her, as he pushed her down into the soft sand. They broke their kiss, and Matt pushed himself up, his arms out straight. Marie pulled her dress apart, buttons popping off in her rush to uncover herself, to expose her naked breasts to her new lover. He moaned as he saw her breasts again, as he reached out to caress each one gently, to rub his thumbs across her rock hard nipples, his cock still deep inside her. All Our Fantasies He held his cock still; as he dipped his head and sucked first one, and then the other, hard nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, drawing Marie's taut nipples, her puckered aureoles, her pert breasts, into his hungry mouth. She looked across as me for the first time, her eyes widening when as she saw how hard, how long, how thick, my cock was in my hand. She reached out to me, grabbing my cock, her other hand now on the back of Matt's head, holding him tight to her breasts. She arched her back, telling him to fuck her hard again, wanting his thrusting cock again. He lifted his hips and slammed his cock into her, pushing deep into her body with powerful thrusts, his mouth still on her breasts. Seconds later she came, her screams filling the air around us as her orgasm ripped through her body. Her hand tightened around my cock as he drove into her, pumping his cock into her body, pressing her further into the sand as his cum erupted from him, as his cries joined Marie's in echoing around us, as he threw his head back and cried out, as powerful orgasms flooded their bodies. As his cum finished gushing into my wife, Matt rolled away from her, lying on his back beside her, gasping for breath, his cock still semi erect and glistening with their cum and juices. Without hesitating for a second, I moved to take his place, driving my painfully hard cock into Marie before any more of Matt's cum could escape onto her glistening thighs. I fucked her quickly, slamming my cock into her frantically, feeling Matt's cum around my cock, his cum and her juices splashing onto my balls with every thrust. Marie cried out as my cock filled her tight pussy, stretching her, driving into her. Matt was on his knees now, naked, his cock hanging heavily in front of him, already well on it's way to being hard again. Marie was looking at me, her eyes half closed, so she didn't see him until he was next to her, his cock against her cheek. She turned her head and sucked him greedily into her mouth, enjoying two cocks for the first time. My balls tightened and my cock seemed to grow even longer as I watched his cock slide into her mouth, her lips stretched around his thick shaft. He reached for my wife's head, his fingers entwined in her hair as he pulled her to him and fucked her mouth. We both used her, fucking her hard as her muffled cries bounced around us. I held out as long as I could, wanting it to last, but the sight of Marie sucking on Matt, of my cock ploughing into her cunt, left me gasping as my balls drove my cum into her body, sending thick jets of it through my cock and into her hot, wanton pussy. I drove my cock deep into her pussy, holding it there as she throbbed around me, as she came again and again. Matt came then, his cum gushing into Marie's mouth as she swallowed hurriedly, not wanting a single drop to escape. As his cum subsided, she reached for him, cradling his balls in one hand while she held his cock in the other as she licked him clean. As she finished with him, I moved beside her, wanting the same. Marie looked up at me lovingly as she held my cock and mouthed "Thank you" before running her tongue along my length and around my twitching cock head. We swam in the sea after that, letting the warm water wash away the sand and cum and juices that was stuck to our bodies. Afterwards, Matt and I automatically pulled on our shorts. Marie wriggled back into her bikini bottoms, but deliberately put the top to one side. We sat in the shade, on the rugs Matt had brought with him, and enjoyed our picnic. Matt seemed quiet, perhaps stunned by what had happened, perhaps wondering what might happen next, his eyes rarely leaving Marie. But he needn't have wondered. It was inevitable – I knew that Marie wanted more, and so did I. After we had eaten, we lay in the sun for a while, enjoying the heat on our bodies. Matt told us about the island, and the small salt water lake that was hidden by the trees. As he told us about it, Marie glanced at me. I knew exactly what she wanted. Moments later, she stood, stretched gloriously and then held her hand out to Matt. "Show me," she told him. I watched them walking up the beach, Marie's ass swinging from side to side. As they reached the tree line, she turned and blew me a kiss, the sun shining on her wonderful breasts. I lay back on my towel, thinking about what they might be up to. My hand wandered to my cock, and I squeezed the growing bulge in my shorts. I tried to resist the urge to go further, but I couldn't. Soon my shorts were around my thighs, my cock thick and strong in my hand as I stroked my shaft, visions of Matt and Marie flashing in front of me, visions of them naked, fucking and sucking. I shut my eyes and reached for my balls, cradling them as I wanked my shaft slowly. I could feel my cum rising so I stopped, unable to resist the urge to follow them any longer, wanting more. As I stood up, I pushed my shorts off, and headed up the beach naked, my cock swaying in front of me. It was easy to find them - the island wasn't that big, and their moans and cries were soon echoing around me. I walked through the last few trees into a clearing. The lake was in front of me, the water appearing to be almost silver were the sun reflected off it. Matt and Marie were on a soft grassy slope that led down to the water. I stopped, my cock jutting out from my body, and watched them. Matt was on his back, with Marie straddling him, their heads towards me. They were fucking, Marie's arms outstretched, her breasts swaying, her nipples scratching lightly over his chest as she rocked her body in time to the thrusting of his hips. His hands were on her ass, cupping her firm cheeks, holding her, the two of them moving as one. I walked slowly around them, staying perhaps five yards away, my eyes locked on their shining bodies, my hand stroking along my rigid shaft. When I was behind them, I could see Matt's cock, slick with Marie's juices, sliding in and out of her body. Her pussy lips were red and engorged, taut around his shaft. His balls were hanging heavily, rubbing against his ass as he thrust upwards into my wife. I stood watching them, my balls now tight with cum, not sure if they'd seen me. Marie leant forward and whispered something to Matt. She lifted her hips away from him, and his cock dropped out of her heavily. I could see the strength of his shaft as it slapped down onto his belly. Matt looked at me as Marie turned around, his eyes on my cock. Marie licked slowly along his shaft as she lowered her dripping pussy onto his waiting mouth. I watched as she sucked his cock head into her mouth, and as she sucked harder, drawing half his thick shaft in after it. She reached for his balls, cupping them, a finger probing lower towards his ass. She cried out as Matt sucked and licked at her hungry cunt. Still stroking my cock, I watched Marie's head bobbing up and down on Matt's cock for a few minutes longer, my need to cum, to join in, growing so intense it felt like my balls were rock hard. I moved slowly back up the slope and stood at Matt's head, watching him eating my wife's pussy, his hands on her ass. As I stepped forward, Matt moved his head away, leaving Marie's glistening pussy staring at me, her lips swollen and her clit sticking out towards me. I dropped to my knees above his head, my cock rubbing against her pussy. I teased her for a few moments, rubbing my cock head across her lips while I scratched lightly across her puckered little hole with my finger tip. She wriggled her ass back, moaning onto Matt's cock as he joined in, reaching up to rub her clit. With a hard thrust, I drove my cock into her body, my balls swinging only inches above Matt's face. I drove my cock deep inside her wanton pussy, and listened as she screamed out her pleasure at her pussy being filled again, at my fingers on her ass, at Matt's fingers on her clit, his mouth on her pussy. I fucked her hard, unable to hold back. Her pussy slid easily over my cock, her juices splashing onto my balls. Her head was bobbing up and down again as she sucked on Matt, as she wanked his throbbing cock into her mouth. My balls were on fire, aching with the need for release. I felt Matt's hands on Marie, and then on me, his hands sliding along my wet shaft as I drove into her, and then on my balls, cupping and squeezing them. With a roar, I threw back my head and came. My pent up cum erupted into Marie, thick jets of it mixing with her juices. I plunged my finger into her tight ass, sending her over the edge as Matt sucked her clit into his mouth. Marie's juices felt hot around my cock as my cum continued to gush from me. I pulled out of her and wanked my cock, sending more cum over her ass. Matt cried out as he came, as his cum was sucked into my wife's waiting mouth. I fell back onto the grass, suddenly feeling exhausted. Marie was next to me seconds later, kissing me, holding me. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her to me, feeling my cum, Matt's cum, on her body and in her mouth. We held each other tight, kissing lovingly. I glanced across at Matt. He was watching us, a grin on his face, drops of my cum on his face and chest. Marie kissed me again, and then went to Matt, leaning down to kiss him gently, before returning to me and holding out her hand. I took it, standing up and then following her to the lake. We swam in the shallow lake while Matt watched us, sensing our need to be alone. We ran our hands over each others bodies to wash away the stickiness of the sex we had shared with Matt. By the time we left the water, he had gone. We walked slowly back to the beach, naked, hand in hand. By the time we got back, Matt had packed the picnic stuff back on the catamaran, and was preparing to leave. I found my shorts and pulled them back on, while Marie slipped back into her still damp dress. I could still make out her nakedness underneath, and I felt my cock stirring yet again. I took her hand quickly, and led her through the shallow water and back to the boat. For a while, we were quiet on the boat, the only noises coming from the sea and the wind. As the water was calm, and the winds light, Matt had suggested that I "steer" the boat towards our resort. Marie was in her bikini again, sat a few feet away from Matt. As I watched her, I could see her glancing at Matt from time to time, see her indecision. She looked at me. I nodded, wanting to see what would happen. To my surprise, it me she moved towards, not Matt. She stood beside me, and pressed her almost naked body to me. We kissed, her lips warm on mine. I felt her tongue licking across my lips, and then sliding between them to plunge into my mouth. I sucked eagerly on her agile tongue, feeling my cock rising, feeling confined by my shorts. Marie dropped to her knees in front of me, and pulled my cock from my shorts. I looked across at Matt watching us as Marie held my hard cock against my belly and licked along the length of my shaft. She nibbled on my cock, her teeth sharp against me, before licking across my aching balls, drawing one and then the other into her mouth. She pulled my cock towards her mouth and sucked on my cock head. I pushed forward, moaning as half my shaft slid easily into her mouth. Matt was moving now, unable to resist the sight of Marie's wiggling ass any longer, just as she intended. Even as he crossed the few feet that separated us, he was dragging his cock free from his shorts. His cock seemed even longer than before, hard and slightly curved at the end, the tip already smeared with pre cum. He knelt behind Marie and pulled her bikini aside. He held her hips, and pushed into her, driving her mouth forward onto my cock as he thrust deep inside her body. Marie cried out as he filled her cunt, as he pumped into her, as she sucked and licked on my cock, her hand around my shaft to stop it disappearing down her throat. The catamaran looked after itself as we fucked frantically, as we fucked for what we all knew would be the last time together. Matt slammed into my wife's hot pussy, making her cry out as he reached deep inside her, her arms now around her, her breasts in his hands, her nipples hard between his fingers. My hands were on her head as I fucked her mouth, standing still as Matt's thrusts moved her mouth, her teeth, along my shaft while she sucked on me. We all came more or less together. Marie cried out as her orgasm tore through her body, sent there by the feel of the two cocks pleasuring her, by the pleasure she was giving. As Matt filled her pussy, I came in her mouth, holding her as my cum filled her, as she drank my cum down. We clung together for long moments, until Matt looked up and realised how close we were to the resort. Marie straightened her bikini quickly while Matt and I pulled our shorts back up, our cocks still wet with cum and juices. We tried to act normally as Matt guided the catamaran through the last few hundred yards to the reef, and then safely through the reef to the mooring. We packed our stuff away quietly, suddenly unsure of what to say, to do. Matt took us back to the beach. We stood awkwardly, until Marie pulled Matt towards her and kissed him. He held her close as they kissed lingeringly. When they separated, Marie took my hand and we walked away. Marie squeezed my hand. We automatically began to walk faster, wanting to be alone, neither of us looking back. ************************ The next day, we both skipped breakfast and enjoyed a lie in. Even so, I was up before Marie. I quietly made a cup of coffee, wrapped a towel around my waist, and went outside to sit on the balcony and enjoy some sun. As I sipped at my coffee, I thought about the previous day. After we had got back, we had made love again. Marie was starting to feel sore, and my cock was pretty worn out. But even so, we wanted to be one, we had wanted to make love. Afterwards, we had showered together, dressed and gone for something to eat. Only when we got back, and were snuggled up in bed, did we talk about what had happened. Marie told me that she had enjoyed the day, enjoyed Matt, enjoyed the two of us. I held her tight as she spoke, her naked body warm against me. But then we talked about our list, and how we both wanted to do more. We both still saw our holiday as a once in life time opportunity. It was now or never. As I thought about this, my cock stirred, a bulge forming in my towel. I grinned to myself, wondering if Marie was awake yet. "What are you grinning at?" I looked up, alarmed, conscious of my cock. It was Jacqui, the lady staying in the next door bungalow. The woman I had told Marie that I wanted. She was stood a few feet away, having crossed over from the adjoining balcony. She was on holiday with her parents, having recently broken up with her partner, but seemed to spend most of her time on her own. I would guess that she was thirty, and looked great. Her hair was long and dark, hanging half way down her back. Whenever I'd seen her, she seemed to be dressed in either a bikini or a tight top and shorts. Either way, her clothes showed off her voluptuous figure to perfection. Her breasts were large, but firm. Her nipples seemed almost always to be erect. Her tummy was smooth and flat, and flowed beautifully into her rounded hips and firm ass, which in turn flowed down into her shapely legs. Her face was round, and sprinkled with freckles, her lips full and very kissable. We had had the odd drink with her, and she always seemed so full of life. And I wanted her to be my fantasy. I watched as she sat down beside me. She had a towelling robe on, and as her hair was damp, I guess that she hadn't long got out of the shower. We talked for a few minutes about nothing much. It seemed that her parents had gone off for the day to another island, so she had enjoyed a lie in as well. As she leant forward to pick up the drink she'd brought out with her, her gown gaped open, the loose belt unable to cope with the weight of her breasts. I stared for a few brief seconds at the soft swell of her breast, at the hint of her dark, firm nipple. My cock lurched again as my face reddened, as I realised that she was looking at me. She deliberately looked down at the bulge in my towel, before standing up again. "Do you want to join us for dinner tonight?" I blurted out, without really thinking. "I would love to," she told me, her eyes dropping to my cock again. She leant forward and kissed me softly on the cheek, making no attempt to stop her gown from opening again, from giving me that fleeting glimpse again. "See you later," she added as she stood up, as she left me alone with a rock hard cock. ************************ The day dragged by after that. Marie and I spent most of it by the pool, enjoying each others company. I had told her straight away about Jacqui joining us for dinner. I didn't tell her anything else, but the glint in her eye told me that I didn't need to. We met up with Jacqui for an early dinner. I felt great in the restaurant, dining with two such beautiful women. We laughed and chatted a lot over the meal, enjoying a couple of bottles of wine. After the meal, we took another bottle of wine and headed back towards our bungalows. As we walked slowly along the sandy path, I slipped by arm around Marie, holding her close to me. It seemed the most natural thing in the world to do the same to Jacqui. The contrast between them was amazing as I held them. Marie felt firm and lithe, Jacqui soft and curvy. As we walked, their bodies pressed against me, their hips knocking mine, the outside of their thighs rubbing against me. When we got back, we went straight into our bungalow, and settled down to drink our wine. I was sat on the floor in the sitting room part of the bungalow, with my back against the settee. Behind us, up a few steps, was the bedroom part of the bungalow and the bathroom. Marie was lying on her side on the settee, her arm draped over my shoulder, her hand resting lightly on my chest. Jacqui was sat on the floor as few feet away, her legs curled up as she leant back against a chair. We chatted easily, laughing a lot, as we drank our wine, each of us perhaps wondering how our evening would end up. My mind wandered as I watched Jacqui sipping her wine. She looked beautiful. She was wearing a knee length dress that buttoned all the way down the front. The top few buttons were undone to show off her deeply tanned cleavage, while the bottom few buttons were undone and had allowed her dress to fall away from her thighs. The effect was stunning. I wriggled a little uncomfortably as I realised that Jacqui was watching me, her eyes drawn to the growing bulge of my cock. Marie nudged me, shaking me out of my day dreaming. "I was just saying that champagne tickles my nose," she repeated. I realised that I had totally lost track of what was being said. "I'm okay," Jacqui laughed, "I'm not ticklish." Suddenly, that sounded like a challenge to me, so I reached across and tickled the bare sole of Jacqui's foot. Nothing! I tried the other one. Nothing! We were all laughing now, so I put my glass down and tried her ribs. A giggle! By now, I was determined to make her laugh, and before I knew it, I had caught her as she tried to wriggle away, and was sat across her legs running my fingers up and down her sides. She was laughing loudly, trying to get me to stop, her head shaking from side to side, tears of laughter running down her face. As she wriggled about another button on her dress popped undone – and then another. As she lurched to one side, her bra covered breasts sprung into view. I stopped, and just stared down at her. Her bra was cream, lacy, and totally see through. Her breasts bulged from the cups, their firmness and shape self-evident. Her large nipples were dark brown, and very erect. The room was totally silent. Jacqui didn't attempt to cover herself, but looked up at me. Marie was watching us carefully. We were all suddenly very sober. I glanced at Marie again, and she nodded.