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Couples Vacation Ch. 01

By: dbconor



PART I -- Kylie's Story

Two couples share a vacation cabin and go their separate ways. In part 1, Hot young wife Kylie tells John about how she and her husband Tom had some fun with another couple. Tom and John's wife, Wendy, share a dip in the lake and don't see what develops between John and Kylie.

As Told by John: 

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My wife, Wendy, and I have been married for 7 years, and it seems like we never spend time together any more. Wendy and I both celebrated our 35th birthday last year, but with work and our busy lives, we barely noticed. Wendy is a about average height, about 5'8" and 135 lbs. She has long, wavy brown hair and a very bright smile. She's got a gorgeous, cherubic face, with soft pouty lips. Her breasts are probably the thing that most people notice about her first; they're double-D's. She's not overweight, but most people would call her curvy, she says she's "pleasantly plump," I say she's "serving wench endowed."

Wendy works at a pharmaceutical company. She manages their sales force, which is like managing a modeling agency. Have you ever seen an ugly pharmaceutical sales rep? Neither have I, and I go to their Christmas parties. 

I'm not too bad to look at myself. I'm 6"1, about 220 lbs and I've managed to keep some of my boyish good looks. As for my, "equipment," I've never heard complaints. I measured myself once at just under 7 inches. I measured the circumference at just about 4.5 inches. From what I can tell from the gym and the internet, that puts me on the good side of average.

Our sex life kind of hit doldrums lately. Even when we were dating, though, Wendy was a bit tame. The horniest she would get would be when we used to go out drinking and dancing. She would get completely wasted. When we got to her place, she would ask me to pretend I was someone who hit on her at the club. That was about as exciting as she got.

After we got married, sex became even more routine. Don't get me wrong, Wendy's still great in bed, but her idea of variety is having sex in the afternoon instead of at night. I guess it's just a natural part of settling down, sex just stops being naughty and starts being an itch that needs scratching.

We decided to try to reignite the flame, so we booked a great week-long getaway vacation. We rented a cabin by a huge lake in the remote park of the state. A friend of mine suggested the place. He said it was very secluded, the perfect place to reconnect; swim naked and scream in bed until the bears complain. It was four bedrooms, but we were going off-season, so we got a great deal.

A few days after we booked it, we had our good friends, Kylie and Tom over for dinner. Tom was one of the salesmen at Wendy's company. Tom and Kylie are both a few years younger than Wendy and I. I think Tom is 25 or 26, and Kylie is 2 or 3 years younger. Although they're a bit younger, we always have a lot of fun together.

Tom is a bit taller than me, probably 6'4" or so, and a lot more trim. He keeps himself neat and tidy for the job, so he looks a bit like a Ken doll. He's not body-builder muscular, but he looks like an athlete—kind of like a swimmer, I guess. He's also a legend at her office. According to Wendy, a lot of women were upset when Tom and Kylie tied the knot two years ago. Some were upset they had missed their chance, and more than a handful of others were upset they would wouldn't be getting more chances. Tom and I never really speak, except at our dinner parties or through Wendy, but he seems like a nice enough guy.

Kylie is, beyond all doubt, a hottie. Wendy told me that her mother is Pilipino and her dad is American. She has an amazing body. She's about 5'10", about 120 lbs and she has these mesmerizing 34C breasts. They're not huge, but on her frame, they stand out beautifully. She has long black hair and a stunning face, not to mention, a fantastic ass; the kind of ass you can't stop looking at, it's so perfectly round and tight. If Tom has a swimmer's body, Kylie is a world-class yoga instructor. Every inch of her body is tight and tanned. Usually when I masturbate, which is more often lately, I'm thinking of Kylie.

During this particular dinner, Wendy and I were so excited about our upcoming trip, that we couldn't help but share the news with Tom and Kylie. Wendy kept going on about how beautiful it was, and we hadn't even been there! When I mentioned the four bedrooms, Kylie said, "Wow, what are you going to do with all that space?"

I don't know if it was the glasses of wine I had had, or the pent up sexual tension, but I blurted out, "screw our brains out!" We all had a good laugh, and then, after we recovered, Wendy said, "You know, you're right, it is a lot of space, though. Say," Wendy grabbed my arm and looked at me, pausing, "what if--it's just a thought--but what if," she turned back towards Kylie and Tom, "you guys came with us!"

Three things then happened at once, (i) Tom said "Wow, what a great idea!"; (ii) Kylie excitedly grabbed Tom's hand and squealed out "Oh, can we?!?" and (iii) any hope I had of a debauched two weeks of swimming naked, screwing freely and revitalizing my sex life vanished. Or so I thought.

We agreed that Tom and Kylie would come by our place and we would drive up to the cabin in our SUV. When the day came, I was about as pleased as Wendy was miffed that Kylie was wearing hot black spandex tights that showed off her perfect ass, along with a very form-fitting and low-cut t-shirt. 

My wife, Wendy did alright, too. She was wearing a very tight and low cut t-shirt that showed off the cleavage from her massive double D's. She wore casual, but high-cut shorts, showing off her surprisingly slim legs. Tom even commented when we picked them up, "Wendy, you look great in shorts—I had no idea. You should show those legs off more often, boss lady." 

"You too, Ken," Wendy quipped back, "I didn't know that Ken dolls came with a summer outfit." The sexual harassment counselor at Wendy's office had long ago hung herself in a desperate attempt to be noticed. When Wendy told me some of the stories of what her employees, especially Tom, did at the office, my eyes popped out. Lewd comments were typical, and mutual from the women and the men. 

Tom and Wendy rode in the back, "to catch up." I thought of telling Wendy that she had just seen Tom the day before at work. But with Kylie riding up front, I decided not to complain. Kylie and I got to know each other better, as Tom and Wendy laughed and joked in the back, as giddy as teenagers going to prom. Once we got to the cabin, we were amazed at how gorgeous it was. The cabin sat at the end of a very long, tree-lined, up-hill driveway. The front was unassuming, but the back door opened out to a deck with a six-person hot tub and a gorgeous view of the lake. We had our own pier jutting into the water with a row boat attached and all. 

Inside there was a sunken living room towards the front, with the kitchen in the back. Two of the bedrooms were upstairs, with a shared master bath. The master bath was at the back of the house, between the two bedrooms. It had been set up so that both bedrooms had their own access to the bathroom through the bedroom, but there wasn't an entrance in the hallway. It was odd, but we made the best of it.

The other two, smaller bedrooms were downstairs. With twin beds, we realized that both couples would have to share the upstairs bedrooms and the bathroom. So much for privacy, I thought to myself. We didn't waste too much time exploring. We put the groceries away, and all four of us headed for the lake. Tom was in the lake swimming quicker than a flash. Wendy joined him in her brand new bikini, her double D-cup tits barely contained by the stringy fabric. I hadn't seen her in it before, but my first thought was that it was two sizes too small for her. I noticed that Tom seemed to like it, though. 

I was determined to spend some more time with the lovely Kylie, so I grabbed a book and joined her on the chaise lounge on the deck, where she was reading. We started chit chatting, and I soon dropped the book and gave her my full attention. 

As Kylie spoke, I became mesmerized by her voice and the motion of her hands. I kept stealing glances at her beautiful breasts and long, tanned legs through the sheer fabric of her shawl; her breasts rhythmically rising and falling as she spoke. Her long, manicured fingernails, glinted in the sunshine. I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand on end as she spoke about nothing too important. I felt my cock stirring as she held me in a trance.

My arousal briefly gave way to reality. Surely my wife, Wendy, would notice I was spending too much attention on Kylie. I quickly glanced around. I found Wendy and Tom on a separate set of chaise lounges, 20 yards away, near the lake. She and Tom were drip drying after their swim.

Wendy was sitting on the lounger sideways, laughing with Tom, who sat on the adjacent chaise, also sideways, facing her. Their knees were nearly touching and they were both leaning towards each other. He was wearing only his swimming trunks, and the water that glistened on his perfect, hairless chest. I couldn't hear them, but I could see they were laughing. Wendy's hand tapped Tom's bare leg playfully, teasingly. To my surprise, I felt excited by it, though I didn't know then why.

I returned my full attention to Kylie, who smiled warmly as she continued talking about her and Tom's last vacation. She was surprisingly relaxed and easy going for someone so gorgeous. Suddenly I heard her say, "Have you and Wendy, you know," Kylie's voice dropped to a near whisper, "fooled around?" I suddenly realized that my trance had been broken by a question. 

"Sorry?" I managed.

"I said," she chuckled, pretending to be annoyed at having to repeat her whisper, "have you and Wendy ever, you know, fooled around." I realize now what she was asking, but then I was still fogged-in as the blood rushed to my growing member.

"Of course," I said, almost indignant. "We've been married for seven years!" She looked surprised at first.

"Really?" she started to say before she realized I had misunderstood her question. She threw her head back and laughed delightedly. Her hand tapped my bare leg playfully. Teasingly. "No. I know you two have had sex, I mean have you, you know, fooled around with another couple."

My face turned bright red, more at the thought that quickly raced through my head of having a foursome with Tom and Kylie than anything else. She pretended to believe I was embarrassed about misunderstanding her question. "Oh," I laughed. "No, not really." 

I was embarrassed about Wendy's prudishness, so I was a little defensive. The truth was, I had told my wife that I fantasized about having a threesome; her with two men or me with two women, but she would only even listen if she was drunk or particularly horny. I never had the guts to bring up a foursome. "What about you and Tom?"

"Tom has always wanted to. I've thought about it, but there just hasn't been another man that I was that into, you know?" She turned away and frowned slightly, looking towards Tom and my wife, laughing. "We did kind of fool around with another couple once," her voice was low and almost conspiratorial. "Well, I kissed this guy's girlfriend. He was a friend of Tom's from work and we were out late one night. I was drunk and she was really drunk. It started out as a dare, and we just didn't have the will power to stop it. Tom and his buddy, Brad, kept cheering us on. I really liked it, but they broke up a few months later; it didn't really go anywhere." She sighed a little regret, but I could tell she was holding back a bit.

"It didn't really go anywhere?" I prodded. She had had me turned on talking about boring vacations, this sex talk had me bursting at the seams. 

"Well, a few weeks later, we sorta went a little further, I guess. Tom won a sales promotion with the company, a weekend trip for four. After we had made out, I had kept thinking of Lisa and I begged Tom to bring her and Brad. Come to think of it, I think Tom asked Wendy, but you two weren't available. Anyway, there was alcohol involved and they stayed in our room a little too long. We started watching a film, and before I know it, one thing led to another."

"Wait, you can't just leave it there, which one thing led to what other," I teased.

She laughed a little nervous laugh, and I think I noticed a slight blush. "Well...I started, you know..." She paused for a minute and looked at me closely. I smiled a little, and she knew I was interested in a much more detailed version. "Alright, I'll start from the beginning. We were watching a movie. The lights were out and all four of us were on this huge King-sized bed in the resort. I was on one edge, then Tom, then Lisa, then Brad." Her voice was playfully mocking as she began to give more details.

"I was engrossed in the movie, but I notice that Tom keeps looking to his right, at Brad and Lisa. I can't see through Tom, so I figured he's just staring at her, or Lisa and Brad are talking. But I looked at Tom's crotch, and his cock is growing, pushing out of his pants. He was obviously turned on at something. I thought, maybe Lisa was giving him a view of her oversized breasts. MMm," Kylie was suddenly reminiscing again. "Her breast were gorgeous. So round and soft." Kylie licked her lips and paused a little too long; clearly thinking of Lisa. "Sorry, so anyway, there was a lull in the movie and I hear this slurping sound."

"Wow," I involuntarily interrupt.

"I know!" Kylie says incredulously. "So I lean forward and I see that Lisa was wiggled down the bed, unzipped Brad's pants and taken out his cock. It was a pretty nice cock, not too big, but not too small. Lisa was running her sexy little tongue up and down the shaft. She was wearing this sexy fuchsia lipstick that sparkled when her lips moved. And she was teasing Brad by running those soft, fleshy lips up and down the length of his cock. Her left hand had slipped under and she was cupping his balls, gently massaging them."

At this point, my cock is ready to burst as Kylie is describing the scene in vivid detail. "I look back to Tom and I see his cock is practically breaking the seam, and he's stroking it through his pants. As I'm watching Tom's reaction, I see Lisa's hand start rubbing Tom's leg. She's got her boyfriends cock in her mouth and she's reaching for my husband's cock, too! The nerve!"

"So what'd you do," I know it didn't need to be said, but I wanted to make sure she knew I was still there.

"Well," Kylie said, in a bit of a whisper, "I gently pushed her hand away and slid down the bed, taking off Tom's pants as I went. I teased him through his underwear, rubbing the head of his cock. Had I let him, I know he would have let Lisa blow him, so I wanted to tease him and teach him a lesson.

"I gently stroked it through the fabric of his briefs, while I watched Lisa suck down Brad's now purple cock. Lisa would pull Brad into her mouth, and tilt her head so she could watch my service Tom. I knew Tom was getting off on it, and I wanted to torture him a little bit.

"To be honest," Kylie said as an aside, as she reached over and gently tapped my arm, sending a thrill straight to my own purple−headed monster, "I had fantasized about Lisa since the last time we made out. I kept thinking about those pretty young lips, and her soft, warm breasts. Tom and I have a busy sex life, but those few weeks, I was also masturbating furiously, thinking about that girl.

"So, she was inches away from me, as I'm teasing Tom's cock, she looked over at me, with Brad's cock still in her mouth, one hand wrapped around the shaft, and the other hand rubbing her clit, she looked over and I could see lust in her eyes. Not for him, but for me. She slowly took his cock out of her mouth and leaned towards me and we had this amazingly passionate kiss. 

"I could taste his cock on her lips. That didn't do anything for me, but finally kissing her again, with Tom's cock in my hand, really turned me on. Speaking of which--" Kylie pointed towards my swimsuit and my now obvious erection. "Are you going to need help with that?"

I laughed nervously, wondering how to handle the opportunity, but, after a few seconds of awkward silence on my part, Kylie just continued her story. "So she kept switching between making out with me and sucking Brad's cock---God, I still get horny thinking about it. After a few seconds of kissing me, she would go back to Brad's cock, and I kept tormenting Tom, teasing his cock, but not letting it out of his underpants. Finally, I couldn't take it any longer; I lifted the flap in his briefs and released his hard on.

"I should probably mention, my husband is a big guy," Kylie confided, "and I heard Lisa let out a muffled 'ooh' as she saw the size of Tom's cock. Tom has measured it—he's incredibly vain about it—and he told me it's 12 inches. I believe him," Kylie confided, "I've hardly ever seen or had bigger." Kylie paused a bit, relishing the thought.

"Anyway, Lisa was clearly coveting Tom's cock as she sucked off her own boyfriend. I mean, Tom's cock is twice the size of Brads and she is in awe of it. So I slowly tease Tom with my tongue. I lick the underside of his cock..."

I let out an involuntary moan.

"I know, guys love it when I do that. I push the cock back towards his stomach," Kylie moved her hands to pantomime her description, holding an invisible cock in front of her face. She put her other hand at the base, and said "I pull down the base like this, just caressing his testicles, and then I slide my tongue up and down the shaft, like this." She acted out the move, and I let out another involuntary moan.

"So I caress the underside of his cock for a bit, then under the rim of his head. I know he wants to be in my mouth, so I don't put my lips around him until I'm dying for it. When I finally do, his big throbbing cock fills my mouth, and I hold him in there just a little while." Kylie described in vivid detail how she gives blowjobs. I could barely contain myself. My hardon was obvious through my swim shorts. I pretended to push it down out of modesty, but I needed to touch my cock as she talked. I very obviously started to rub my cock through my bathing suit while Kylie talked.

"Every minute or so, I would break from sucking Tom's enormous cock to make out a little more with Lisa. I think Brad was a little intimidated by Tom's big cock. He kept looking over at it, and I could tell his wasn't as hard anymore. After a very short while, Lisa got tired of blowing Brad, and decided to make him cum. She greedily took his smaller cock in and let him fuck her mouth. 

"When he didn't cum right away, she started talking nasty to him. Then she lubed up her finger with saliva and, while Brad was again looking at me sucking Tom's big cock, she quickly slipped her finger under and jammed it up his ass. Brad was shocked and he instantly came in her mouth. Lisa swallowed his cum and then quickly moved over to my side and started helping me with Tom." 

I noticed Kylie's hands were now moving slowly across her own thighs, dancing across them with her fingernails, as she reminisced. I watched as her perfectly manicured hands began to separate the thin, silky fabric of her wrap, exposing her lovely, mocha tanned legs as they rubbed together. It was obvious that she was getting aroused retelling the story. Slowly, one hand began to gently caress the outside of her bikini bottom as her legs were pulled in towards her. 

"I let her help me with his big, huge cock," Kylie was clearly on the verge of masturbating again, thinking of Lisa. "Our lips and tongues would touch as we both licked the shaft, her soft, sensual lips," Kylie's right hand was low on her stomach; her fingers had clearly found her pussy through the bikini and she was rubbing her clit and pussy lips through the thin fabric. Her left hand was rubbing across her breasts, shedding the wrap that covered her. I could see her eyes closed through her sunglasses. She bit and licked her lips between sentences, reenacting that night in front of me.


Couples Vacation Ch. 01



"Her big, soft tits were out. She was pressed against mine. I took off my top, and our flesh touched. Mmmm, so soft." Kylie's hands were moving more frantically now. She was obviously masturbating. I glanced over to see Wendy and Tom. Wendy was rubbing sunscreen on Tom's shoulders and lower back. They quickly switched, and Tom was rubbing sunscreen on my wife's back. They were oblivious to Kylie and me.

I was rubbing my own cock through my swimsuit. I soon realized that the chaffing was excruciating, so I pulled my swimsuit down on my thighs, exposing my cock to the cool air and began stroking myself freely. I glanced at Kylie, but her eyes seemed shut tight under her sunglasses.

"I could taste Tom's cock in her mouth. I felt her hand reaching up my thigh as I knelt on the bed. She reached under my skirt, mmm, rubbing my thighs and my ass and finding, mmmnnngh, my panties," Kylie was losing her self control as she told the story. "She began to rub my pussy as we sucked Tom's cock together. She pushed my panties aside and slipped two fingers inside me, mmmm, her fingers were so nice. One hand fingering my pussy, her other hand holding Tom's magnificent cock and her mouth kissing me and sucking Tom's gorgeous, hard, pulsating cock. Mmm, Lisa, oooh, breasts, soft and round, so pretty, so pretty, yes, yes, mmmnnnngg, nnnggg, nnggg, nggg," Kylie was obviously cumming, and I could not hold back and longer. Her hand had slipped into her bikini bottom and her gorgeous tits had slipped out of the bikini top. Her head was thrashing violently as she fingered her sopping wet twat. 

Kylie was shaking as her orgasm flowed over her. I was furiously stroking my cock and it erupted as her orgasm ended. I came harder and more than I can ever remember. I arched my back, tilted towards Kylie and sprayed my cum over her. A huge drop of spunk landed in her lap, coating her hand and bikini bottom in my slippery man juice. 

As we both recovered, Kylie retrieved her fingers from her bikini bottom and realized she was covered in my cum. As Tom and Wendy were getting up from their sunbathing, a mere 100 feet away, Kylie calmly wiped the cum from her tanned stomach, pulled her hand up to her lips and licked it clean. "Mmm. Looks like you didn't need much help after all, John." She calmly tucked her lovely breasts back into her bikini and subtly adjusted her sarong.

After we caught our breath, Kylie finished the story. "That was nice," she said. "Well, we both blew Tom," her voice was more mater-of-fact as she returned to the action. "Lisa kept trying to get her boyfriend hard again, but he was a little intimidated by Tom's cock. She gave up after a few minutes and she slipped off the bed. I arched my back a little more so she could lick my pussy from behind, which she gladly did. She gave me the best pussy licking I've ever had—God it was fantastic. No one can do it better than another woman," she said, tapping my forearm again. Unlike Brad, my cock was getting ready for round two.

"Are you two doing okay?" Tom and Wendy were walking past us to go into the kitchen.

"Sure, hon," Kylie called back, "Just telling John about one of our vacations," Kylie lied.

"We're gonna hit the showers, okay, sweetie?" Wendy told me as they walked passed together. I was too engrossed in Kylie's story to hear her, I just grunted acceptance and turned back to Kylie.

"I hope they meant separately," Kylie joked as they passed out of earshot. "I wouldn't want the fun to start without us," she said, teasing me as she turned back to face me. "So anyway, I came pretty quickly from Lisa eating me out, but I needed cock so bad, so I climbed onto Tom's and rode him like crazy." 

My cock was bursting the seams of my swim trunks again. Kylie and I had barely spoken other than a few dinner parties, but I had fantasized about her constantly since I met her. Now, here she was telling me vividly intimate details about her sex life.

"Tom usually cannot hold back, but we had had sex twice already that day, so he managed not to cum from my blowing him. I was riding him, facing him, and Lisa came over and straddled his face. We made out while Tom fucked me and ate her out. It was fantastic. And her breasts were so perfect. Brad sat in the corner watching us, stroking his limp cock. I was in heaven though. Tom's big cock inside me, and Lisa's perfect lips and soft breasts. I couldn't take it for long, and I came furiously the third time," Kylie said as she grabbed my forearm for effect.

"Brad was finally hard again. As I collapsed face down, he must've dragged Lisa away from Tom's face. I was a bit dazed, but I remember seeing Brad furiously fucking Lisa from behind on the chair across the room. Tom, who still hadn't cum, mounted me from behind as well. I have to tell you, Tom is a real find—he still held off longer than Brad. Brad came in a matter of a few seconds, but Lisa was still horny. She came back to the head of the bed, put her pussy in front of me and pulled my head towards her."

As Kylie continued telling the story, I slipped my hand under my trunks again and started slowly rubbing my cock again. Kylie saw this time, and without judging, she said, "I can see you're ready to go again."

"Anyway," she continued, ignoring the fact I was jerking off in front of her, "I had never eaten a girl out before, but I went at Lisa's sweet young pussy ravenously," Kylie said. "Tom kept pounding me from behind and all Brad could do was watch as I went down on his girlfriend. As she came, I went crazy; I lost control and thrust my hips back into Tom's hard cock. He pulled out just in time, shooting cum all over my ass and back. Lisa leaned in and he sprayed some on her face. Then she greedily cleaned his cock and licked his cum off my back and ass. God, she was a horny girl."

"Wow," that's some story, I managed.

Looking at the bulge I was still slowly stroking in my swim trunks, Kylie said "I can tell you liked it."

"So what happened?"

"We fell asleep together. When I woke up the next morning, Brad and Lisa had left. Tom told me that Lisa spent the night with us, but Brad didn't. I'm sure Tom fucked her while I was asleep next to them."

"You didn't care?"

"God no. I had the best sex of my life that night—I didn't care if Tom took her home with us. I hoped he would. Sadly, we never saw her again. Tom said that Brad and Lisa broke up on the drive home. I had a feeling Brad was jealous or couldn't handle seeing Tom with Lisa. Or maybe Lisa with me. Brad and Tom hardly ever talk anymore. Sad, really. I heard Lisa moved out West somewhere. I'd like to see her again, though."

After Kylie's story, I had to excuse myself. I ran upstairs to find Wendy, who was drying her hair in the bathroom. Tom was in the shower, which was behind her. She was clearly staring at his naked body through the fogged up shower glass shower door. As I came in, she jumped a little. I didn't have time to think about why my wife was in the bathroom while another man was showering a few feet away. I dragged her by the hand into our room and fucked her brains out. I did notice that she was particularly wet, even without any foreplay.

[To Be Continued]



Couples Vacation Ch. 02



PART II – The Rubdown


The next morning, I slept in. I finally went downstairs around 11 after taking a shower. My cock was still sore from fucking my wife, Wendy, not to mention masturbating as I thought of Kylie and her story from the day before. I found Tom's young wife, Kylie eating a snack at the kitchen table, reading a book. "Where are Tom and Wendy," I asked, as I searched the fridge for food.

"They've been out swimming all morning. The two of them are inseparable. How did you sleep?"

"Great," I said, hesitating before I mentioned how her story raced through my mind all night.

"You really liked that story, didn't you John," Kylie said, reading my mind.

"Oh yeah." Kylie and I laughed easily. "So what's the plan for today?" I asked her.

"Well, I'm game for anything," she flirted with me, "but I think Tom and your wife are planning on 'catching up' in the lake all day." The thought of spending all day with Kylie and her tight young body made me really not care too much about Wendy's office gossip.

"Hot tub?" I asked.

"I thought you'd never ask," Kylie said with a cute smile. She dropped her book and gracefully glided upstairs to put on her bikini. I changed into my swim trunks and met her on the deck. Tom and Wendy had gotten out of the water, and were drying off on the chaise lounges at the end of the pier.

As Kylie and I soaked in the hot tub, we talked about different things. My constant erection had died down to a constant chubby. I started seeing Kylie as more of a person than the image I had of her when I jerked off for the past few years.

As we talked, I could see Wendy and Tom sunbathing, oblivious to us again. Every few minutes, they would take turns applying sunscreen to each other. At first, I didn't think much of it. Wendy has very pale skin, so she burns easily. But they were coating each other every 5 minutes, and Tom's tanned swimmer's body sure didn't need it.

I noticed that Wendy was not just rubbing the lotion in to Tom's back, but also on his chest. Most people can reach their own chest. As Kylie and I chatted in the hot tub, I watched my reserved wife playfully squirt cold lotion onto Tom's chest. She eagerly rubbed his hard pectoral muscles, her double-D breasts straining her too tight bikini top, just inches from his face. I could tell he was enjoying the show from the bulge in his swimsuit. Even from 25 feet away, I could see his pacakage was huge.

Wendy's hands moved slowly to his stomach, massaging his six pack abs. My cock began to grow and twitch as she grazed the top of his swimsuit. Tom wiped some of the excess lotion off of his chest and began rubbing it into my wife's back as she leaned over him. Her hand slipped under his trunks and I could see Tom arch his back a little. She tugged his trunks playfully, then quickly removed her hand and finished rubbing his chest. I couldn't believe my eyes—did my shy, reserved wife just grab another man's cock not 25 feet from me? I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I heard nervous laughter.

A few minutes later, Wendy came over to the hot tub to announce that she was going to sunbathe topless. It almost sounded like she was asking permission, but the look in her eyes told me she was telling, not asking. Before I could respond, Kylie said "go for it! I might join you." I was too caught up in thinking about hot little Kylie removing her bikini top to respond to my wife. Wendy dropped her bikini top on the deck and scampered back to Tom, her tits exposed to the sun and breeze.

Sadly, Kylie's perfect breasts remained covered by the two thin triangles of her bikini. We spoke for a bit about my wife's sudden exhibitionist streak. "It's not a big deal," Kylie said. "I mean men go around topless—besides. Besides, you can make out most of a girl's tits when we're wearing a bikini." She caught me glancing at her perfectly proportioned, taut, and tanned C-cups. She smiled knowingly. Kylie had some good arguments, so I comforted myself with the thought that my wife was just being normal. I guess.

As perfect as Kylie's breasts were, we couldn't pull ourselves away from the show Tom and Wendy were putting on. Wendy laid face down on the lounger as Tom stood astride her, eagerly applying sunscreen to her now naked back. I could see the bulge in his trunks clearly from the hot tub. Her arms were up, palms out and her face rested on the backs of her hands. Tom slowly applied the lotion to her back and let his hands drift to my wife's sides, at first just glancing the sides of her enormous breasts, then clearly trying to slip under them.

Wendy pushed up away from a chaise a little to give Tom access to her breasts. Tom quickly took advantage of the leeway he was being given, and spent most of his time unsubtly massaging my wife's breasts. Wendy seemed to be enjoying it, or at least not complaining. 

After a while, Tom straddled Wendy and was rested his ass on hers, massaging her lower back and the sides of her breasts. After another few minutes, Tom leaned forward, his bulging cock pressed against Wendy's back, and whispered in Wendy's ear. Wendy looked at him over her shoulder, and nodded a slow, devious nod. Tom stood up ever so slightly while Wendy eagerly flipped over, exposing her tits to him. She kept her arms elevated, behind her head while Tom sat astride her thighs. His rigid cock and balls rested on her lap. The only thing between their sex was the thin fabric of their swimsuits.

Wendy only moved her hands to briefly point at her breasts and stomach. She was clearly giving Tom instructions on how to massage her front. Tom happily obliged.

By this point, Kylie was watching as well. She huddled closer to me leaned over to get a better view of the erotic massage between our spouses. "Wow, that's a little further than I thought she'd go," Kylie said casually. "Are you okay with..." Kylie's hand reached under the hot tub water to tap my leg, but she missed and grazed my erection. "I guess you are!" We laughed together. "I mean," she reasoned, "it's not like they're fucking or anything..." I could tell Kylie was asking whether I'd be okay with that. I let it pass, transfixed on the show my wife and Tom were putting on, oblivious to us.

"That's quite a nice hard on you've got there, John," Kylie said, as she slipped her hand under my swimsuit to grab firmly onto my cock. I snapped my head towards her instinctively. "Well, if they're going to do it," she said coyly. She held me in her long slender fingers as we watched Tom massage my wife's huge tits. Kylie began to slowly stroke my cock, and we leaned in, about to kiss. Her soft, young lips, just inches from mine. 

Just then, two kayakers paddled out of the tree line, past the pier. Wendy and Tom abruptly stopped their groping and, apparently embarrassed by the strangers, grabbed their towels and headed towards us. Kylie slipped her hand out of my trunks, releasing her hold on my cock, and settled back into the hot tub seat as Tom and Wendy passed. All four of us were incredibly frustrated.

"We're um, gonna hit the showers, 'hon," Wendy said as she rushed passed. Tom's erection was straining his swim shorts. Kylie and I both felt weird all of a sudden, as if Tom and Wendy had given us license by their antics, and now that was revoked. Kylie and I quickly finished our hot tub, and I went upstairs to see if my wife could help relieve my hard on again. 

When I got there, the bathroom door from our bedroom was open, and I could hear the shower running. I walked in, figuring Wendy was in the shower, but it was Tom. Just as she had done the day before, Wendy was lingering in the shared bathroom to admire Tom's naked body. 

The doors to his and our bedroom were cracked open as well. I stood in our bedroom watching for a few moments. I could tell Wendy had not slipped in quickly to grab something; she was parked there, taking in Tom's body through the fogged up glass as he showered.

The shower was a glass-enclosed shower, and it looked as if it were built for two. It was positioned on the outside wall of the bathroom, opposite the toilet and the double vanity. The shower ran from the floor to the ceiling—all glass--with a door in its middle. The showerhead was on the far wall from our bedroom, across from the toilet. If you sat on the toilet or stood facing the wall-to-wall mirror over the vanity, as Wendy did, you had a clear view of the showerhead (and whomever was using it) through the floor to ceiling glass. 

With the glass somewhat fogged, you couldn't see clearly, but you could see more than enough. Tom was washing his tight, young, muscled body. Even through the open door from our bedroom, I could clearly make out his flaccid cock dangling down between his legs. My wife, Wendy, was a lot closer, and she couldn't pull her eyes away from it. Kylie hadn't lied, it was a monster.

Wendy was casually drying and combing her hair, wearing nothing but the towel wrapped around her waist. Although the small amount of sunlight pouring in from the bathroom window didn't pose a threat to her tan lines, Wendy kept her voluptuous tits out in the open air. 

As I moved closer, I noticed her eyes were in fact dancing, transfixed between the shape of Tom's oversized cock and his rippling muscles, each reflected in the mirror. He was quite a specimen. I knew he had a hairless chest and a six-pack abs from his swim with Wendy and their sunbathing earlier. But every inch of his 6'4" body screamed "stud," and Wendy was all ears. Wendy bit her lip as Tom reached up with both arms to wash his hair.

They were casually talking as if they were at the dinner table. I couldn't hear too much over the shower and the blow dryer until I stepped into the bathroom. "I guess it's mostly exercise and diet—plus a healthy sex life...," Tom was shouting to my wife over the running water.

Wendy jumped when I came into the bathroom. "Oh, John, you startled me. What are you doing in here?" She asked incredulously as she finally turned off the hair dryer. I noticed her voice was loud enough for Tom to hear—as if she was warning him.

"Who's that?" Tom asked, his eyes soaping over.

"Me?" I whisper-shouted to Wendy, assuming Tom could figure it out on his own. "Me? What are you doing?" I pointed to Tom, who was just then washing his cock in the shower.

"Oh, don't be silly," she said defensively. "I just need the mirror to fix my hair." She turned to Tom, "It's just John."

I just stared at her. "Oh, don't be such a prude, you've seen naked men at the gym." That was true, but I usually didn't take my wife to the men's locker room. "Besides, you didn't mind if I sunbathed topless," she said, but her defensive tone said, and besides, you've seen young Kylie's tits up close. "We're all adults and we're just having a little harmless fun," she added, as if that settled it.

I passed by Wendy to take a quick leak in the toilet. As I pulled out my cock, I saw Wendy's eyes flash a glance between my equipment and Tom's in the shower, obviously comparing. She then kept her gaze locked on Tom's body through the glass, mindlessly pulling a brush through her hair. As I flushed, Tom turned off the water and finished his shower. 

I left the bathroom, expecting Wendy to follow me, but she lingered, continuing to brush out her hair. That had to be the smoothest mane in the state by now. She was not too subtly waiting for Tom to step out of the shower so she could see him without the foggy glass in the way. 

He did, and without any modesty. I sat on the corner of our bed, facing the bathroom. I could see from my spot as he opened the shower door and stepped out, completely naked, cock swinging in the breeze. "Hand me a towel, would ya, Wendy," He said, water beading on his tanned, hairless chest and firm biceps. 

Wendy jokingly handed him a washcloth, as she made no attempt to avert her eyes from Tom's impressive cock. "Very funny, that wouldn't cover anything."

"I noticed," my wife said, referring to his cock and making Tom reach across her for a towel. His chest pressed against hers as he stretched. As he did, his cock dangled forward and rested against her thigh. My wife arched her back and neck, and for a moment, I thought they would kiss. Tom just smiled at her obvious lust. An ounce of pre-cum dripped out of my hardening cock uncontrollably. Wendy greedily put her hand on his waist, pretending to steady him. My wife bit her lip, trying to control her cock lust for her coworker.

"You're one to talk," Tom retorted. "You need a tarp to cover those luscious ta-tas," he said, staring at her double-D breasts, sandwiched between them. They pressed against each other far longer than needed for Tom to grab the towel.

They continued to talk and flirt, telling stories about people at their work, while Tom dried off. He made no effort to cover his cock and Wendy made no effort to avert her eyes, lingering a lot longer than she had to. She seemed hesitant, and kept fidgeting with her towel on her waist. I wondered whether she was trying to keep it up or make it fall. 

Tom put his right leg on the vanity, a few inches away from Wendy's hip. As Tom rubbed the towel across his lower legs, Wendy leaned forward to check her eyebrows in the mirror. His cock dangled freely a few inches from my wife's ass. Wendy pretended not to notice, but I could tell she was focused on it, wantonly.

Tom put his leg down and took his cock and placed it in the towel to dry it of. It had to be 6 or 7 inches limp. It was like watching someone dry a baseball bat. Wendy stared at his cock as he rubbed it dry. My cock was aching now, watching Wendy so obviously coveting Tom's massive cock. They kept bantering, nervously, but it was obvious they were both stretching out the conversation. Tom began rubbing lotion on his chest and legs.

"Let me help you with that," Wendy offered. He turned towards the mirror with her behind him, also facing the mirror. She rubbed lotion into his back as he continued to rub it down his abdomen. As she reached up to caress his shoulders, her towel fell to the floor. She made no attempt to pick it up. Tom's hands slowly worked down past his abdomen, and started gently rubbing lotion into his cock. My wife stood there naked, rubbing lotion onto another man's naked body while he practically masturbated.  

Tom was clearly glancing at her in the mirror as he spent far too much time rubbing lotion into his cock as it twitched and grew from his own and Wendy's touch.

Wendy slowly moved her hands down Tom's back, across his lower back and onto his ass. She eagerly rubbed the lotion in as she leaned forward, pressing her plump tits against his sculpted back. Their conversation had faded as they both focused on the lust. Wendy's tongue slipped out of her mouth to wet her lips. Tom swallowed hard. Wendy continued to press her breasts into Tom's back as she reached down to massage the lotion into his ass and the backs of his legs.

As she massaged his lower legs, her breasts caressed his lower back and ass; she pressed them firmly into him. When her hands reached the back of his knees, his cock was fully erect, pointing straight away from his flat stomach. My wife paused, her sweet, pouty lips glancing against his firm ass as she kneeled on the bathroom floor behind him. She held his legs as she admired Tom's member, fully enlarged. It was at least 12 inches long and 7 inches around.

Tom's testicles hung like tennis balls under his cock. His shaft was long and straight, with a vein pulsating over the top. The head of his penis was noticeably wider than the shaft, and the shaft was enormous.

Wendy was awestruck. "It's so...big," she said breathlessly. Tom just smiled. Wendy worked her hands up the top of his knees and calves, her hands now on the front of his muscled physique. The whole time, her eyes were locked on his impressive member. Tom stopped rubbing lotion into his cock, wiped his hands on a towel, and grabbed his member by the base. When Wendy reached his groin, my wife enthusiastically cupped Tom's large, dangling sack with her left hand. "I just want to touch it," she said. I knew she had long forgotten me, and was just giving words to her cocklust.

My wife firmly grasped the shaft of Tom's cock with her right hand. Tom's shaft was so thick that Wendy's delicate hands could not make it all the way around. 

Wendy squeezed Tom's cock firmly while lifting and cupping his balls. She placed her cherubic face against his hips, her hair gently tickling his leg while she inspected his equipment closely without releasing her grip. She stroked firmly and slowly down the shaft, biting her plump lip as she did. She stroked him in the way several times, gleefully eyeing his throbbing tool. His left hand found her head and the pace of her strokes quickened.

I watched as my loving wife began to jerk off another man. Wendy was squeezing his cock hard, and thrusting forcefully away as she reached his bulbous head. She was focused intently on Tom's oversized member. The house could've caught fire and Wendy couldn't have stopped herself. 

Tom's hand slowly moved to the back of her reddish brown hear and gently nudged it forward. Tom was clearly hoping to feel my wife's supple lips on his purple headed cock. Wendy resisted, though she continued to lick and bite her lips; filled with lust for Tom's cock. I got the sense that had they not been using lotion, she would have freely blown him in front of me.

It wasn't long before Tom arched his back and his firm ass flexed inward. MY wife's other hand moved from caressing his balls and slipped between Tom's ass cheeks. My dear, shy wife massaged another man's prostate while stroking his massive cock. Wendy opened her mouth in awe as Tom sprayed his hot semen into the sink and onto the mirror. Tom let out a primal groan and large drops of his cum splashed back and landed on Wendy's cheeks and chin. She released Tom's ass with her left hand and wiped the cum from her face, then licked it off of her hand.

At that moment, we all heard Kylie come in from sunbathing downstairs. Tom quickly grabbed a towel and began cleaning up. Wendy caught her senses again and stood up from her kneeling position. She grabbed her towel from the floor, wrapped it around her waiste and wiped her hands as she left the bathroom. As she closed the door, I saw Tom quickly cleaning up his cum and wiping down his cock.

"Wendy, what the hell was that?" I protested. Pointing to Tom through the crack in the door.

"Oh, John, I..." she had been in a trance and seemed to forget she was married. "I'm sorry, sweetie, he's just so big. I couldn't help myself." She dropped her towel on the floor again and said "how about you show your wife a good time." I knew she was just trying to change the subject, but my own cock ached for release. 

As my wife approached me seductively, I caught a glimpse of Tom, peeking through the bathroom, admiring Wendy's naked body. I heard Kylie come in the bathroom from their bedroom and ask, "Since when do you use lotion?" Tom mumbled something and then the lights went out.

Wendy and I kissed and I felt her massive double-D's press against me. I pulled her onto the bed and put my hand between her legs. Her pussy was soaking wet. "You little slut," I charged. 

She pulled off my swim trunks to reveal my purple-headed cock, dripping with pre-cum. "You seemed to have enjoyed the show, too, John," she said mockingly. "Was it seeing his big cock," she asked teasingly as she stroked my hard on, "or seeing me in there with him?"

"You want me to fuck another man, don't you John," she tortured me, whispering in my ear. "Fuck me. Fuck me now, baby." Usually, Wendy needed some foreplay, but giving Tom a hand job had left her dripping wet. I climbed on top of her and put my cock inside her as deep as I could reach. "Yes, put that big cock in me, baby."




Couples Vacation Ch. 02



I could tell she didn't want to use my name, fearing she would call me Tom. I lifted her legs up to get in deeper, putting my head between her feet, driving straight down into her tight, wet pussy. "You're so big, baby, so big and hard, yes, fuck me, fuck me deeper, baby. Fuck me, fuck your slutty wife." She kept asking me to go deeper, I knew she was thinking of Tom. "Did you like seeing me jerk him of?" she accused me, wild with passion. "His big fucking cock? Did you like that, John?" I answered ever taunt with a ramming thrust of my cock.

I soon heard the bed next door creaking, just like ours. Over my wife's screams of passion, I could hear Kylie screaming.

"Yes, Tom, do it, fuck me," Kylie was screaming. 

"Yes, Tom, fuck me deeper...so big, you're so big Tom" Wendy answered. She was lost in the moment now. I didn't need much more and neither did she. I fucked her harder and deeper than I ever had, and we both came together. I shot my cum deep inside of her, and she scratched her nails into my back and ass, trying in vain to pull me further inside her. I collapsed next to her and soon fell asleep.

After I woke up, I got up to take a shower. I could hear Tom and Kylie going at it again. I wound up jerking off in the shower, just to relieve the pressure. As I dried off in the bathroom, secretly hoping Kylie would stumble upon me, I heard our bed squeaking as Wendy masturbated. No doubt, she was thinking of Tom again.

The next day, in the sobriety of the kitchen, I tried to raise with Wendy what happened between Tom and her in the bathroom. She wasn't in a mood to talk about it. "Look, it's not like I blew him or anything. I mean, we were barely touching." She was trying to rationalize it, and knew I wouldn't complain—she had seen the effects on my cock. "It was nothing—just a harmless massage." I noticed she didn't promise not to do it again. Somehow I got the feeling that this was a slippery slope I was on.



Couples Vacation Ch. 03



PART III – Dinner and. . .more?



The next day, Tom and my wife, Wendy, played in the lake, while Tom's wife, Kylie, and I flirted and got to know each other. Wendy was brazenly topless the rest of the week, and Tom was all too appreciative. Late in the afternoon, Wendy and Tom took the rowboat to a small island in the middle of the lake. When they got back, they were soaked, but Tom's ever present hard on had subsided. When I asked Wendy what they were doing on the island, she was vague and refused to give any details.

Later that night, we headed into town to have a romantic dinner at one of the local restaurants. Tom drove, so I was free to get hammered. Wendy and Kylie sat in the back talking, while Tom and I discussed baseball and other man stuff—the kind of stuff you talk about with a guy you hardly know.

At dinner, I noticed that Wendy was a lot more frisky than normal. She even let me slip my hand up her dress and rub her clit a little during dinner. I must admit, more than a few times I imagined it was Kylie's wet pussy I was touching. She and Tom sat across from us, and at one point, Kylie caught me starting at her, while I was rubbing Wendy's clit. She winked at me, and I couldn't tell if it was from the story-time we shared the other day, or if she knew what I was doing to Wendy.

Wendy and Tom did most of the talking, and most of it was about work and sex or both. Wendy kept steering the conversation back to who was fucking whom at the office. As the boss, few people would talk about inter-office romances that frankly with her. Tom didn't hold back, talking about Wendy's secretary, Juliet, who was apparently the office slut. "Have you fucked her?" my wife asked greedily. 

Kylie pretended to look away, knowing the answer but having some modesty left. "No comment," Tom said with a laugh as he sipped his drink.

"You hound dog!" Wendy said, oblivious to Kylie. "So? Details?" Wendy pressed. Kylie excused herself, she said to go to the ladies room, but I could tell she just wanted to take a breather from Tom's cock-a-thon Wendy was so enjoying. I quickly excused myself and joined Kylie at the bar. Tom and Wendy couldn't care less. Apparently, the only secrets Tom and Wendy had were the ones they kept from Kylie and me.

As I passed out of earshot, I heard Tom giving Wendy the details. "Lips like creamy butter, kind of like yours," he said. "And she can suck a golf ball through a garden hose. One of the best blowjobs..."

I caught up with Kylie at the bar. "Pretty rough, huh?" I awkwardly put my hand on her back for comfort. She smiled warmly and moved closer to me. I left my hand at the small of her gorgeous, thin back, torturously close to her tight round ass.

"I'm kind of used to it. Tom has been with a lot of women. I don't mind, it's just. . ."

"You'd prefer it if her were a bit more discreet?" I offered.

"No, just a little less jerkish about it. Tom thinks he can please any woman because of the monster between his legs. And besides, I know Juliet, and she's a sweet girl. She just really likes sex. But Tom and his buddies make it out like she's a slut for wanting to have sex with them. Can't a girl have an interest in sex with a lot of guys without being a slut?"

"Sure, if she's married," I joked, and instantly regretted it, but Kylie laughed politely.

"True," she said, sipping her drink. "Tom loves it when I notice other guys. I think he'd love for me to have sex with one of his Magic 8 Club."

"Magic 8?" I asked. "7 other guys he hangs out with?"

"No," she laughed, sipping her drink. "They're only 4 other guys, but they all have big cocks. I told you Tom was vain about his prick. They all met at the gym, and now they play poker and sit around talking about women and their conquests." She paused for a moment. "You know, it's not always about size," Kylie said. "I mean, I like a big hard cock like the next Juliet, by sometimes it's about passion, and tenderness, and technique. Not about impaling a poor girl with an unnaturally large cock." The silence that followed was broken by our mutual laughter.

"I think my wife would like to see how the other half lives," I said glancing back to Tom and Wendy, who had moved next to each other at the table. Wendy was pressed up against Tom, one arm across her body holding his forearm and the other at his side under the table. He was showing her something on his iPhone. They were laughing and flirting as if they were on a date.

"We better get back there before your wife blows my husband," she said, finishing her drink. I escorted Kylie back to the table, my hand on the small of her back. It slipped off as we passed another table, and I clumsily felt her ass cheek through the sheer fabric of her dress. She looked back and winked with a wry smile.

Between my wife's relentless flirting with Tom and my developing passion for his wife, I clearly drank too much at dinner. When we got back to the cabin, I slumped on the couch and fell asleep in front of the fire while Wendy, Tom and Kylie continued talking. During the night, I heard noises, and either I was dreaming or someone was having sex in the next room. I reached for Wendy, to at least grope her a bit, but she wasn't there. When I woke up, I was sure it was a dream, as Kylie's erotic stories (and her gorgeous body) were still racing through my mind, as was my wife's sudden fixation with Tom's cock.

The next morning, I awoke on the couch to find the cabin empty. Tom and Kylie were already swimming in the lake, playfully splashing each other. It was the first time I saw husband and wife swimming together all trip. As I made my morning coffee, I went to throw out the empty milk carton. As I did, I saw something in the trash that, at first, seemed innocent enough: a used condom, with the wrapper.

For an instant, I didn't think anything of it. I assumed that Tom and Kylie had had sex, and dropped the condom and its wrapper in the trash. But then I thought, Why would he use a condom to have sex with his own wife? My mind reached back to the conversation Kylie and I had the previous day. Hadn't Kylie told me she was on the pill? She did. She told me she was on the pill. I looked at the condom, and I couldn't help myself; I lifted out of the bin and saw it had a huge amount of cum. As I picked it up, though, beneath some paper towels and remnants of today's breakfast, were three more used condoms and a handful of wrappers.

Suddenly, I had a sinking feeling as the realization came over me. Wendy had fucked Tom. She had to have. And not just once, but a lot. That must have been the animalistic grunting I half heard the night before. That would explain why Wendy wasn't there when I woke up. I sat there, stunned for a few minutes. Did Kylie know? Had she been drunk too? Does this mean I get to fuck Kylie now? I mean, fair is fair, right?

I found myself, with an enormous erection, sitting at the kitchen table when Kylie rushed in, still dripping wet from the lake. "Sorry about the dripping," she said cheerfully, "Tom wanted me to grab some juice," she patted me on the shoulder and a shock of electric arousal shot through my arm, down my chest and straight through my cock. "We missed you last night, big guy," she said, bending over to grab two juice bottles from the fridge. "Had too much to drink and you missed all the fun," she said, a bit coyly.

We? I thought. Did I miss a threesome? Kylie and I had talked about her and Tom fooling around with other people, but how could they have left me out? All at once, I felt embarrassed about being too drunk, horny as hell at the thought of fucking Kylie and hurt that I had been left out. I was starting to see Brad's point of view. I stared at Kylie's tight, young ass, stretching the even tighter bikini bottom while she rummaged the fridge. I could see her pussy lips pressing against the fabric as she lingered, searching for the juice. "Really?", I managed. "What happened?"

"I'll tell you later, we had a lot of fun with Wendy–she's a blast. I think we wore her out though. She's been sleeping all morning." With that, Kylie ran out the back door to Tom, who has sun bathing on the chaise.

My mind was racing. What did this mean? Did I miss my chance, or was I in for a very fun week? Was Wendy just drunk and would she regret it?

I went into Wendy and my room. Wendy was spread out naked, face down, diagonally on the Queen sized bed, one leg under the sheets, the other out in the open, straddling the sheets. Wendy never slept naked, so I was surprised. I was still a bit suspicious though, and both bathroom doors, ours and the one that connected to Tom and Kylie's room, were open. I took off my clothes and slowly crawled toward Wendy on the bed. I reached my hand over her ass and between her legs. There was a wet spot on the bed. That confirmed my suspicions. At this point, my cock was so hard—thinking of the three of them fucking while I was passed out downstairs—I had to fuck someone immediately.

I moved behind my wife, and wet my fingers to moisten her cunt. She moaned as I touched her warm, wet pussy—I clearly didn't need to lubricate her. I straddled her legs and slipped my cock into her while she was on her side. My wife was still wet from the pounding Tom must've given her last night. I rubbed the head of my cock across her pussy lips. "Mmmmnng," she moaned nearly unconscious. Her pussy lips were warm and wet. She spread her legs to give me more access. My balls rested on her thigh, and I grabbed her other leg with my left arm, guiding my cock with my left. I pushed my cock head into her wet pussy and she shifted her hips towards me.

I quickly thrust my cock into her as far as I could. My wife squealed and grunted through her sleepiness. My wife's double D breasts shook as I thrust my cock into her. I grabbed her plump, fleshy ass, and drew my hand back and spanked her. I grabbed the top of her hip at the waist and pulled her onto my cock. 

My wife, half asleep, kept calling me "Tom," as I fucked her. That drove me even more nuts, as I furiously pumped my cock into my slutty little wife. Her giant, double-D cup breast bounced and jiggled with every thrust. I put my fingers in her mouth. She grabbed my index, middle and ring fingers and sucked on them. She grabbed my hand like she would a cock shaft, teasing and licking down my fingers, pretending it was another man's cock. I didn't have to guess whose.

Wendy quickly started to cum. I knew she always came faster after having an orgasm. She had obviously cum recently from the near puddle in the bed. My thoughts raced to her and Kylie servicing Tom's enormous member. I flashed on Wendy's glee at seeing Tom cum as she stroked his cock in the bathroom the other day. That sent me over the edge. As I shot an enormous load of cum into my wife, her cunt muscles tensed and then her body completely relaxed, passing out from the strength of her orgasm. I collapsed next to her, my cock, still spurting bits of post-cum, and I fell asleep.

I woke up a few minutes later, as the bed was shaking. Wendy was furiously rubbing her pussy, masturbating. Her eyes were clenched tight, and she had two fingers deep inside herself. When she saw I was awake, she began to frantically rub her clit until she came. After she recovered, she turned to me and said, "Did you like the show?" Then glancing at my now erect penis, "I guess you did, big boy. How about I help you out with that?"

My formerly reserved wife leaned over me, her double-D's caressing my thigh. She grabbed my cock shaft with her soft, delicate hands. She licked her plump, pouty lips, as her mouth hovered over cock. Wendy's lips were the second thing people noticed after her tits; they were plump and inviting. Kissing my wife was bliss, and on the very rare occasion she performed oral sex, her soft, fleshy lips felt like soft silky clouds wrapped around my cock.

She bit her lower lip and sighed, her warm breath bathing my cock. She pressed her lips against my cock and let her tongue slip out and caress the underside of my head. She glanced at me seductively while nibbling, kissing and licking the underside of my cock head.

Wendy hardly ever sucked my cock, but this was as if she had gone to cocksucker school and graduated with flying colors. She teased and tormented the underside of my shaft. Nibbling and biting it before she licked her lips and engulfed my cock in her mouth. She pushed herself down on my cock, as I wondered where she had picked up her new technique. Had Kylie showed her on Tom's cock, like she showed Lisa that night with Brad?

As her saliva and my pre-cum dripped down my shaft, she continued to slurp up and down my cock. She picked up the pace, but paused often to worship my cock again and again. Having just shot a load into her pussy, I was able to hold off for a while. The wet mixture of saliva and pre-cum started dribbling into my ass crack. 

Wendy began caressing the underside of my sack and the line that lead to my ass with her index finger. I spread my legs to give her better access. She rubbed the mixture of spit and pre-cum around my asshole, lubricating it. She paused to pull on my sack and rub and twist it. Then, in one smooth motion, Wendy slipped her finger inside, tickling my prostate. I arched my back and slammed my cock into my wife's throat. She gagged a bit and then let out a muffled squeal. Wendy managed to swallow every drop of cum and she wiggled her finger in my ass. 

As I drifted off to sleep again, I heard Tom and Kylie's bathroom door close, and someone sit down in their bedroom. I'm pretty sure someone had been watching us again. I heard the box springs creek slowly and Kylie moaning in the next room. I could tell she was alone and masturbating. Wendy pranced naked across the room to use the bathroom and take a shower. Kylie's stifled grunts and moans got me hard again. I could hear her clearly through the hallway door, even as Wendy flushed and turned on the shower. I couldn't help myself, imaging Kylie rubbing herself, just like the other day on the deck. I began to furiously masturbate, shaking my bed in unison with Kylie's. We came together in separate rooms, as I shot my sperm into the air and Kylie let out a long, grunting, guttural "YEEEEEEEESSSSSSS."



Couples Vacation Ch. 04



PART IV -- The Island. 

Later that evening, as I woke up, I could hear Tom coming up the stairs. He must've found his wife, Kylie, asleep, so he went into the bathroom. I could hear him in the bathroom talking to my wife, Wendy, through the shower door. They were laughing and joking, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. My curiosity got the better of me, so I crept closer to hear them over the running shower.

". . .such a nice body. I mean you've got amazing tits." I heard Tom saying through the door.

"You're one to talk, Ken," she was mocking his good looks again. "Look at that monster you carry around," my wife shouted over the shower. Tom was sitting on the toilet with the seat down, staring at my wife's tits. Tom was wearing swim trunks, but no shirt. 

I could see Wendy clearly through the glass, soaping herself. She turned around, showing Tom her ass, and bent over to wash her legs, holding the position a lot longer than she had to. I could clearly see the soap lather and spill over her plump ass as she bent over. Tom leaned in to admire the view.

"I mean, Kylie's great," Tom continued, as he stood up, "but there's not much meat on her bones." Tom's wife, Kylie, was in many ways the opposite of my wife Wendy. Wendy was plump and voluptuous with soft white skin; Kylie was lean, taut and tanned. Wendy's massive double-D breasts were no match for Kylie's elegant C-cups, but Kylie's ass and long, slim legs were so much better. Tight and firm versus plump and curvy.

Wendy would occasionally flash a glance at him. She was now swaying slightly in the shower, almost dancing for him. "I mean," Tom continued, "you've got a great ass, with a tiny waist—you've got curves, something to hold onto. Kylie's great, but she's not curvy like you."

"I've seen John staring at her tight ass," Wendy countered, fishing for more compliments. "Her perky little tits out in the sun. I'm sure he'd disagree."

"Well, John's lucky to have you," Tom took the bait. "I've been thinking about those giant melons of yours for years," Tom said as Wendy continued to lather her breasts and ass, still dancing rhythmically for Tom in the see-through shower.

"Have you now?" Wendy teased. She pushed her breasts against the glass, quickly taunting him and then pulled back to keep washing, over and over again. I noticed that Wendy had opened the bathroom window so the glass wouldn't fog. Tom had a clear view of my wife's naked, soapy body.

"I used to watch you in the sales meetings, your tits straining against your blouse," Tom confessed as he casually pulled off his swim shorts, and his massive cock popped free, semi-erect. The door was cracked, so I could just make out Tom, now leaning against the sink. He was staring at Wendy showering through the clear glass. He was completely naked, as his shorts were in a pile on the floor. He took some hand lotion and began rubbing it into his cock again, just like the other day. I could make out Wendy through the mirror, it looked as if she were washing between her legs, and taking her time.

"And that time we worked late on the downtown medical center deal," Tom continued. "I swear you wore that low cut dress just to tease me."

"Haha," she laughed, "I did! My tits do look amazing in that dress. So, Tom, um," I could hear the trepidation and eagerness mixed in her voice, "have you ever..." she looked straight at his cock.

"What?" Tom asked, knowing what she wanted to hear.

"You know," Wendy was trying to be coy about, "thought about me when you," she was too embarrassed to say it out loud.

"What?" Tom was teasing her on purpose.

"You know!"

"Jerked off? You want to know if I've ever jerked off to your massive tits?"

Wendy slipped a finger into her wet pussy and braced herself against the shower wall with her other hand.

"All the time," Tom cooed, watching my wife finger herself slowly. As Tom watched her, he began stroking his cock slowly, keeping pace with Wendy's slow, purposeful motion. Wendy was fingering herself with her right hand and soaping her tits with the other. "Remember the island?" Tom prodded. I wasn't sure what he'd meant by that, but he must be referring to when the two of them disappeared in a row boat the other day.

"That was a lot of fun," Wendy agreed. "I've been masturbating on that ever since."

"Me too," Tom said. He retold the story, reminiscing as he stroked his cock. Wendy and Tom had rowed out to a remote island in the middle of the lake. It was small, with nothing but a few shrubs and bushes. It was known locally as a make out spot for local teenage kids, but it was empty on the day they went.

They had left in their shorts and t-shirts, wearing only their swim suits. Kylie and I figured they would just stay on the lake. But Tom had convinced Wendy to paddle to the island for a naughtier reason.

When they got there, Wendy quickly made sure they were alone. "I don't want any kayakers or Kylies spoiling our fun," she had told Tom. They began to strip off their clothes. "I've never sunbathed completely naked before," Wendy had confessed, removing her top and setting her double-D breasts free again. Tom had just smiled coyly. 

She had stared at him as he removed his shirt; his six-pack abs and rippling muscles flexed and stretched. She paused involuntarily as he hooked his thumbs under the belt of his shorts. He had glanced at her and their eyes met, her wanton lust was consuming her; she was desperate to see his cock again. He tormented her by slowly, gradually pulling his shorts down until his massive cock popped out. Wendy had let out an involuntary gasp.

As Tom retold the story, stroking his cock while Wendy showered before him, I wondered how far they had gone. I had found evidence of their threesome with Kylie, but this was earlier and a lot different. This would have been straight cheating. Had my wife fucked Tom? I thought to myself, "well if she jerks him off, that's okay—she'd done it before when I was there." How far my standards had come.

Tom returned to the story. They had laid down beach towels. Again, they applied sunscreen to each other. Wendy had laid on her back as Tom had once again straddled her waist and sat on her thighs. Unlike the other day, however, Tom and Wendy were both completely naked. Tom's hardening cock had rested on her stomach, twitching and growing as he coated her buxom breasts with sunscreen. 

He moved himself down her body to focus on her ribs and waist. Massaging the cream into her plump features as she moaned with pleasure. She spread her legs and allowed his cock to rest against her wet vulva. He had smiled giddily, and promised "not to put it in just yet."

"Please, Tom," my wife had begged, "please don't. We don't have a condom." Was that her only reason to hesitate, I wondered to myself. As Tom retold it, Wendy moaned "God, I wanted you to shove it inside me." Her tone was casual, as if reminiscing with an old friend, but her voice was a hint animalistic.

But Tom had promised. "We're only here to sunbathe, I promise," he had said coyly. Tom had then moved to her feet to massage them and her legs and thighs. He had lifted her left leg into the air and smoothly made his way from her toes, across her foot, down her voluptuous calf. He placed her foot on his right shoulder as he focused on her knees and slowly crept down her fleshy white thigh, holding it in a vice with both hands and pushing down its length. As his left hand reached her bare sex and his right her waist, he held his left hand against her, letting her moistness coat it. His right hand adeptly took its place and his left moved to her right hip. He was careful to be sure he was always touching her wetness as he shifted to her right leg.

After he knew Wendy had felt him there, had known his wanton need to touch her, Tom teasingly raced his large hands up her right leg and started again on her right toes, down to her wet, waiting pussy.

Pre-cum had oozed out of his cock and was dangling towards the sand. He gracefully pulled himself alongside her on the beach towel. Tom had laid on his side, his cock barely pressing against her hip. She bit her lip and smile at him, "I thought you were going to kiss me then," Wendy said in the shower as Tom retold the tale.

In the bathroom, Tom's cock was now fully erect. The reminiscing was clearly getting him excited all over again. "Do you mind if I. . ." Tom asked, pointing his now fully erect cock towards her. My stomach flipped. Was he going to fuck my wife? Again? While I'm supposedly sleeping in the next room—again? I watched Wendy in the shower through the crack in our door. She was eagerly staring at Tom's cock, pausing to take it in like a statue or a painting in a museum.

"Be my guest," I heard my wife say calmly, as she moved her hips seductively, the warm water flowing over her. She relished the thought of their time on the island; Tom's young, firm lips so close. She licked her own lips then.

Back on the island, Wendy had playfully pushed him on his side and quickly mounted him, sitting on his waist, the wispy hairs of her naked pussy tantalizing his cock. She eagerly relished rubbing the sunscreen into his young, sculpted chest. As she rocked over him, her naked breasts pressed against his chest, and them moved away torturing him. At the same time, her moist pussy lips would glance against his cock, it would twitch, gently lapping at her, slapping her pussy with the girth of his shaft.

After torturous minutes, my wife had moved to kneel by his right side, to work on his lower body. She spent fleeting moments on his legs, but her lust for his cock drew her to it quickly. She tortured him by gently squirting a dollop of cold sunscreen on his swollen, aching, purple head. With both hands held in a ring around its head, she had thrust down on his cock, pushing the sunscreen down his shaft. She returned her hands to the glans and repeated the process over and over again, using the gaps in her hands as a vagina.

My wife then leaned closer over his muscular frame and moved her left hand across his flat stomach and around his shaft to again stroke, cup and massage his large balls. She pulled and tugged on them as her right hand continued to massage the sunscreen into his straining 12 inch shaft.

His own right arm slowly traced up the backs of her thighs. He briefly rested it on her fleshy, lily white ass. He admired its plumpness, but quickly moved his hands down to her naked pussy. He briefly rubbed her lips and flicked his fingers across her clitoris. But so close to cumming himself, he quickly slipped his middle finger into my wife's now sopping wet twat. She squealed and moaned, but kept her focus on his impressive cock. He quickly began pumping his finger into her apace with her strokes.

As he retold the story in the bathroom, I could see him stroking his own cock faster. I peered through the cracked door to see my wife furiously pounding her own pussy in the shower. She was facing him and the soapy lather coated her pelvis and dribbled down her wet, naked thighs.

Tom clenched his six-pack abs and grunted as he stroked his huge cock. It was bright red as he stroked it, increasing his pace quickly. Wendy pushed her double-D's against the glass, as she bent over, furiously pounding her fingers into her twat. Her tits bounced and rubbed against the glass with her thrusting. Wendy started to moan audibly. So did Tom.

Tom breathlessly returned to the story. "I slipped a second finger in your wet pussy, while you pulled on my cock."

"Mmm, your fingers are so big, Tom," my wife cooed, closing her eyes and pressing her back against the shower wall and spreading her legs for better access. Her dainty fingers furiously rubbed her clit and dipped into her sex.

"Mmph, your pussy, so wet," Tom could barely manage words now, much less complete sentences, straining as he jerked off in front of my wife. "Your hands, my cock, fuck, yes."

The tip of Tom's cock was now purple and he feverishly pumped his cock towards my wife. His left hand cupped his massive ball sack, stroking it gently as his right hand thrust his cock shaft. Wendy was transfixed on his member, pounding her own pussy and sucking on a plastic brush handle. She dropped the brush and pressed her tits and face against the glass, yearning to be closer to him. She kept her hand between her legs as she bent over, furiously fingering herself.

"Your cock," Wendy stammered, breathless, "so big, mmmm, put it in me. . ."

"Yeah baby," he grunted, "take it all in, you slut."

"Fuck me Tom," Wendy called back. I didn't know if I should hope she was fantasizing, recalling that he had, or actually telling him to. Either way, that was all Tom needed. He arched his back, grabbed his balls and pointed his cock towards the shower. His purple head erupted and blasted a massive amount of cum towards the glass shower door. It hit right where my wife's tits were pressed against the glass and dripped down the glass.

Tom laid back, catching his breath as Wendy shut off the shower. She casually looked down at his spent member and said "That was nice." Turning around to see his cum splattered on the glass, she added, "Good aim, too."

They both laughed, and Wendy took her time covering up. She dried off slowly, as Tom did two days before, relishing their nakedness again. She gingerly cupped his spent member, cooing as if she were petting a puppy. Tom continued to breath heavily as cum spurted out of his cock, onto the tips of her fingers.

I quietly slunk back to bed, feeling like I was intruding on my wife and another man. I wondered why they didn't just fuck and get it over with. If they'd had a threesome the night before, why hold back now? Wendy took forever to leave the bathroom. I could hear mumbled conversation, but couldn't make out much. When Wendy finally cracked the door, still naked, but holding a towel. I heard the end of her conversation, "..salty. mmm, tastes good too," she said, licking her fingers. "Be sure to clean the rest of it up."

She closed the door and went to the closet to get dressed as I pretended to sleep. My wife was obviously developing a major obsession for Tom's 12 inch cock. I heard her sigh contentedly, obviously thinking again about Tom. I fell asleep and dreamt of the threesome and my wife's sexual exploits. What else wasn't she telling me?



Couples Vacation Ch. 05



PART V Kylie and John Consummate

After I woke up, I spent the next day trying to figure out what happened two nights before. My wife, Wendy, was either too tired or too clever to answer anything but direct questions, and she was careful to pretend that she hadn't mutually masturbated with Tom in the bathroom while she thought I was sleeping. She certainly wouldn't mention the island. When I asked her about what happened after the dinner, she was vague.

"It's all a blur. It was a lot of fun, though." "We did lots of stuff, I just don't remember the details." Short of asking her directly, "did you fuck Tom," I couldn't get anything to pin her down.

Around 2:00 that afternoon, Wendy said she was headed for town to get some stuff from the drug store. Condoms leaped into my mind. Tom volunteered himself to join her, saying he needed some things as well. Although I was still hurt at being left out and left in the dark, I wasn't jealous, really. And those two heading into town meant Tom's wife, Kylie, and I were here alone. As I formulated a plan to ply the information from Kylie, Wendy pulled me in for a good bye kiss and playfully said, "don't do anything we wouldn't do."

"That includes anything we did the other night," called Tom from outside the front door. He, Wendy and Kylie all laughed knowingly. This was becoming torturous.

Kylie headed for the kitchen to make some late lunch. "You hungry," she asked.

"Starving," I said. As I sat at the kitchen table, I decided I had to try the direct approach with Kylie. "So, what happened after dinner the other night?"

"Well, I think you had two glasses of wine and three glasses of scotch and took yourself out of play," she said, feigning criticism. "We had fun, that's all."

"I found four condoms in trash, there could have been more. I'm serious–" I was starting to get angry.

"Yeah, Tom was an animal that night," Kylie said, almost wistfully. She turned to see my shocked face. "What is it?"

"So you guys fucked the other night?!?" I practically snapped. This was getting ridiculous. I mean, I knew about Wendy's fascination with Tom's cock, and that she had jerked him off at least twice. That didn't really bother me—I mean it was like me getting a happy ending, right? I mean it's not like she blew him or anything. I would have thought that a threesome with his wife would have been a big deal.

"Yeah!" she fired back, angry at me. "Are you jealous or something?"

"Yes, I am," I said incredulously. "How could I not be? How is it fair that Tom gets to do that, but I don't?"

"Oh, come on John, you were way too drunk to–" she said as she turned to make lunch on the counter.

"So I'm cut out completely?" I interrupted her, showing the week's frustration. Tom was getting hand jobs and jerking off in front of my wife, apparently fucking her and Kylie in a threesome while I slept a few feet away. I lost my temper: "And, if you have to make me say it, I wanted to fuck you." That last phrase hit her hard. She put down the kitchen utensils she had been using, and turned to face me completely.

"Really?" she said, suddenly her voice was softer and more intimate. "I have to say," she took a sultry step toward me with each beat of her voice, "I was hoping you felt that way." Her long, slender, fingers were in my hair, her lips inches from mine. I could taste her sweet breath on my mouth. In that moment, I lost all control.

Her soft lips gently pressed against mine. As my arms pulled her into me, my cock, straining against the cloth of my shorts, pressed against her flat stomach and her tongue slipped into my mouth. A cascade of Kylie's smells wafted through my senses: her perfume, her shampoo, her body lotion and her musky pussy scent. We kissed for what seemed like days. My hands caressed and roamed her back, her hair and her smooth, soft buttocks and upper thighs.

"That night, I imagined that Tom was you, John," she whispered in my ear. My cock jerked. "And I watched you and Wendy yesterday morning—you made me so horny. I watched you take her while she was sleeping," her voice was still soft, but was nearly breathless, "the way you moved your cock inside her pussy—oh God, I wanted to jump in and make you fuck me that way."

With that, I grabbed her hand and quickly lead her into the living room. I pulled off her t-shirt and untied her bikini top, revealing her gorgeous, perky C-cup breasts. They were perfectly tanned mocha, and draped beautifully over her taut ribcage, pointing to the ceiling as she stood erect. I cupped them in my hands as we continued our kiss from the kitchen. I broke off with her only to plant soft kisses down her tender young neck, her chest and then I slowly suckled her breasts as she moaned.

In a flash, my shorts and t-shirt were off and Kylie sexily slinked out of her bikini bottom. Her hips flared as the thin fabric shimmied down her thighs and landed at her feet. She stepped out of it and towards me as we kissed again. I felt her manicured fingernails gently dance over my balls and cock.

"Oh John! Your cock is so nice," she said as she knelt down in front of me. "It's so much bigger than it looked when you were fucking your wife." She pushed me into the armchair and crawled on her knees closer to me. I couldn't help think of her husband's massive member. She was obviously trying to bolster my ego, telling me how big my cock was. She grabbed my cock firmly with her right hand, as she kissed me again. Her lips were like rose petals. I thought of how my wife's plump lips and body were a contrast to Kylie's slim, taut features. Even her kisses seemed younger and livelier.

She kissed her way down my chest, and waist, to my groin. She teasingly kissed my upper thighs, purposely avoiding my cock and scrotum. I could feel her gentle breath on my pubic hair. My cock grew larger and larger as she tortured me.

She kissed my cock, up the length of the under-shaft to the tip. Her tiny, pecking kisses were meant to torture me, and they worked. I grabbed the arms on the leather armchair like I was being waterboarded. Her fingernails danced and traced along my thighs as she barely kissed every inch of my cock.

Slowly, in what seemed like hours of exquisite torture, her kisses turn into licks. Her gentle tracing of her fingernails became a purposeful pulling and massaging of my sack. After she had licked ever inch of me for a good long while, she teasingly smiled, gazed into my eyes and slipped her soft, pink lips around my member and put my entire length in her mouth. She quickly bobbed her head, sucking my cock in and popping it out with an audible noise.

One of her hands grabbed her own breasts, as the other continued to play with my shaft and balls. She would pause and again nibble and kiss the tip and shaft, prolonging my bliss and agony. She quickened her pace and the hand she had on her breasts slipped to her touch her pussy, while her other hand had slipped lower, massaging my anus.

She pulled me forward in the chair and spread my legs to get better access to my rigid cock and my asshole. Her beautifully manicured index finger slipped gently into my ass, and I was sure where my wife had learned her new cocksucking skills. Kylie started to finger me gently as she sucked my cock and fingered her own clit.

I grabbed her head with both hands and forced my cock into her throat. My mind raced as I imagined Kylie teaching my wife Wendy how to suck cock, using Tom's cock as a sample. I imagined Wendy and Kylie kissing and fingering each other and all the things they had done the night before. As if releasing a monster, I shot my cum down Kylie's throat as I forced her beautiful face onto my cock.

Kylie swallowed every bit of my cum, and then cleaned up my still twitching cock by licking and kissing along its length. Being sure to keep her hand on my deflating cock, she gracefully rose from her kneeling position.

"Now it's my turn," I said coyly. I grabbed her hand again and led her upstairs into her and Tom's room. I playfully flung Kylie onto the bed, and her gorgeous, tanned breasts jiggled slightly. She smiled wryly. 

I joined her on the bed, kneeling over her, with my arms astride her waist. My cock dangled freely between us, pointing at her young, glistening pussy. She had a landing strip wax job with tight black hairs pointing me towards her pink lips. Her legs were spread around mine, her arms over her head. I leaned in to kiss her sweet lips again, and as I did, my still wet cock draped against her soft, young pussy. We both moaned as our most intimate parts finally touched.

I slowly moved down her body, kissing every inch of it. Her hands found my head, and gently guided me towards her waiting mound. I caught a glimpse of her oversized engagement ring, and a taboo thrill stirred in me again. I teased her as she had teased me; playfully kissing around her mound, breathing softly on it, but never quite touching it.

Her long, slim fingers tried in vain to guide my tongue to her wet pussy. She was pulling my hair, silently pleading with me to kiss her sex. When I finally did, Kylie let out a raging, grunting moan as if she had never been touched there before. I tasted her sweet and musky scent, and dove in hungrily. 

Her long, soft, toned legs wrapped over my shoulders and back, and her warm, firm thighs pressed against my cheeks. Kylie was exquisite. She was slim and meaty in all the right places. Her Asian heritage gave her soft, tanned skin that made me ache to touch her. My tongue danced and flickered across her hard clit. I nibbled her firm pussy lips and slurped at her tight hole. I pressed my tongue firmly against her engorged clitoris.

I flicked her clit with my tongue and she thrashed wildly. I continued pressing her clit and nibbling and kissing her pussy lips, and she pulled at my hair and screamed through her teeth. "YEESSS. Yess, oh, God, John, donstopdonstop, YESSS!" Kylie pulled my face into her mound, face fucking me. A gusher rushed passed my lips as she came, and I gladly swallowed every drop of her sweet ejaculate.

By now, my cock was back at attention. It had been pressing against the edge of the bed, but now it sprung free. Still groggy from her orgasm, Kylie struggled to pull herself upright, grabbed my face in her hands, and passionately kissed me. She could clearly taste herself on me, and hungrily licked my mouth and tongue. "Mmmm, so good, mmm pussy...mmm..." she said in a daze. She snapped out of her semi-trance and tightened the pressure on my face as she said, "Fuck me now. I need your cock inside me, now."

She turned over, and got on all fours, arching her perfect figure towards me and presenting her sweet, wet pussy and ass for me. Her hips wiggled slightly. Her head pressed into the pillow sideways and she glanced back at me hungrily. I grabbed her tender young hips and sank my cock into her to the hilt.

Kylie squealed with delight. I knew I couldn't be the biggest cock she had ever had, but what mattered is mine was the cock that was now making her squeal. As I pushed into her and pulled back, Kylie strained to keep me inside her, pushing herself onto my cock. I held her hips firm, and thrust into her several more times, each time she let out a whimpering moan of approval.

I commanded her hips, even as she tried to push back and impale herself on my cock. "Not too much, Kylie," I instructed her, "you need to earn it." That made her squeal and push harder. She wanted my cock all the way in her. I tormented her by pulling out and rubbing it on her clit, then thrusting back inside her. After a few torturous, teasing thrusts, I couldn't stop myself, and began thrusting hard into her wetness. I shifted my hips to reach every part of her with my cock. She moaned and grunted with each aimed thrust.

I reached under to fondle her lovely breasts as we swayed in unison. They hung softly and swayed gently in contrast to our animalistic thrusting. Her hips free of my control, she pushed back hard into me, bowing her head to focus on fucking me enthusiastically. I pulled her hair with one hand, her left breast in my other. She continued to thrust into me, fiercely. 

I released her hair and placed my right finger in her mouth. She greedily sucked it as if it were another cock. After she had lubed it for me, I swiftly pushed it inside her young, tight asshole. She squealed with delight and quickened her pace. I could feel my cock entering her through the walls of her anus. She pushed back harder, twisting her hips to push my cock around her pussy and my finger around her asshole. She came after a few passionate thrusts, drenching my cock and the bed with another flood of her cum.

As she collapsed and rolled over, I pulled my cock from her pussy, and hurried to her mouth. She quickly and greedily licked her juices from it and began sucking me off again as I kneeled over her. I fondled her breasts and massaged her used pussy as she slurped my cock. I soon came in her mouth again, which she half swallowed, and half allowed to drool down her cheeks. I collapsed next to her, and we fell asleep in each others arms.

Just as I came around, I saw Kylie jumping up and wiping the cum from the sheets. "Quick, get dressed," she said, all business.

"What's the rush, can't we stay naked awhile?" I said, trying to extend the bliss longer.

"No, come on, we have to hurry, they'll be back soon."

"So what," I said. 

"John, but I don't think Wendy and Tom will be pleased to find us naked in bed, they might get the right idea." 

"So," I said. "They had their fun the other night."

"What are you talking about? Did they fuck the other night?"

"The threesome," I offered, trying not to panic. 

"What threesome?!?" After panicked exchanges of disbelief, we both realized what had happened. The three of them had stayed up late playing cards and swapping stories, but Wendy had gone to bed after. Kylie and Tom had had a massive fuck-fest after Wendy went to sleep that night, but alone, not with Wendy. Apparently, there was no threesome I missed.

Kylie explained quickly, "Sometimes I make Tom use condoms because it makes me feel like I'm fucking a stranger. It also numbs him a bit and makes him last longer. Tom is hot for Wendy, but he's not sure she'll go all the way, and he sure doesn't want to get fired." Kylie quickly made the bed and wiped the cum from between her legs with a towel. "We fucked like crazy that night because he was thinking of Wendy and I was thinking of you."

I suddenly realized that I had cheated on my wife in a very indefensible way. I hadn't felt any guilt because I thought Wendy had already cheated on me. The pit of my stomach sank deeper. "We screwed our brains out that night, first in our bedroom, then we went outside and fucked on the deck. We even had a quickie in the kitchen while you were passed out in the living room. I was secretly hoping you would wake up and join us," I couldn't help but get aroused at Kylie's description, even as it seemed my marriage was ending. Wendy have masturbated with Tom, and even jerked him off, but Kylie and I went all the way. What we did was far more intimate. Wendy hadn't even kissed Tom—or blew him, much less fucked him. 

"Look, we really got to go. Tom is going to be pissed if he finds out we've had sex. And Wendy–" that shot me out of bed. I suddenly realized we were in their bed, and my cock was free as a bird. My clothes and Kylie's were strewn about the kitchen.

As these thoughts ran through my brain, I saw a flash of sunlight reflect off of something—probably the windshield as they pulled into the gravel driveway. "Shit!" muttered Kylie. We ran into the kitchen, panicked and grabbed our clothes. "Me shower, you swim," she barked. We both dashed apart, then paused and turned towards each other. I grabbed her tender, young neck and she caressed my cheek as we shared a deep, passionate kiss, perhaps our last.

I ran out the back as she ran upstairs to the bathroom. Fortunately, my swimsuit was hanging on the porch to dry. I threw my clothes into a pile, jumped in lake, diving in head first with my swimsuit in my hand.

My heart was racing as I pretended to be in the middle of a relaxing swim in the lake. I slipped the suit on while in the water, and could only hope it was on the right way. My cock was aching from the last few days of fucking Wendy and now Kylie, but my heart and stomach were doing summersaults. 

I heard Wendy and Tom laughing as they opened the door and came out on the deck. I waved and swam in to shore to meet them, pretending I had been swimming since they left. When I got there, they were both laughing and chatting, standing over my clothes. 

Again, I heard only the end of their conversation, ". . .don't. I'll tell him later," Wendy said. "It's no big deal." Tom nodded, smiling.

"Tell me what?" I asked.

"Nothing, I'll tell you later. Sweetheart, any particular reason why your clothes are out here?" my wife asked pretending to accuse me.

"Oh, yeah, Kylie said she was taking a shower, so I figured I could change out here," I managed.

"Naked? In the breeze? Au naturale?" she chided me.

"Yeah, so?" I was a bit defensive.

"It's just not like you, I guess. You're always so buttoned up." The pot calling the kettle black. I may not be going around jerking off strange men, but I can have fun, I thought to myself.

"You've loosened up quite a bit yourself this trip," I said, subtly nodding towards Tom. "Besides, I've got a wild side," I said. Tom was just smirking, trying not to be dragged into this. "I'm not the one who is always chickening out when you want to fool around a little, am I?" Tom perked up when I said that. It was meant for him as a not-so-subtle hint to keep trying with my wife. Maybe I could fix this Kylie thing after all.

Wendy feigned anger and playfully smacked me with the t-shirt I had left on the deck. The three of us retired back into the cabin for an early dinner. I don't remember what we ate, but I can remember every stolen glance and guilty look Kylie and I shared.



Couples Vacation Ch. 06



PART VI – Wendy's confession.


We had a very quiet dinner that evening. There was clearly a lot of tension in the air. Tom's wife, Kylie, and I tried to avoid eye contact, afraid we would give away our tryst. Tom and my wife, Wendy, were quiet as well. After dinner, we each headed off to bed, I asked Wendy what was the "thing you and Tom were talking about before?"

"Guess what I saw the other night?" Wendy said, apparently changing the topic.

I had a feeling I knew, but I played along, nonetheless, "what's that?"

"Well, the other night, after we had dinner at that Italian place? We played cards and–-anyway, after I said goodnight, I was a bit randy from Tom talking about who's screwing who at work. You were no help, passed out on the couch...so I decided to give myself a rub. After a few stops and starts, I heard noises downstairs," she lowered her voice to a whisper. "Tom was screwing Kylie!" She said it as if it should be a surprise. "They could've been screwing right in front of you and you wouldn't have known—but boy, were they into it."

"Really," I said, pretending to be nonchalant. "Well it's not surprising, they're married. An they're both young and attractive. . ."

"I'll say," she cut me off. "Did you see Tom's muscles when we were swimming yesterday?!?" She conveniently left out the shower pay-per-view. "He's like a male stripper—but a hot, sexy movie male stripper," she paused, reflecting on his sculpted abs and clean, muscular build.

"Wendy, you don't have to be so obvious," I said, more teasing than hurt.

"Oh please, like you haven't been staring at miss perfect ass all week. Not that I blame you, Kylie is stunning." She paused again. My wife continued hurriedly back to her story. "After a while the grunts and groans moved to the deck outside, so I opened the shade and saw the two of them fucking! You're right to stare at Kylie," my wife offered. "She has a fantastic body, smooth taut skin and a great ass."

"Yeah," I confirmed, then remembered that would give too much away, I restated, "Yeah?"

"Oh yeah. And Tom is enormous." The pit in my stomach caved in. My wife, was clearly trying to direct me somewhere. Wendy was casually describing another man's cock, and she knew that would get me horny. Even after all that had happened the past few days, it was still surprising to hear. 

"Hey!" I said, trying to defend my 7 inches.

"Oh please, your cock is fine," she said mockingly. "And I know you; you're probably more turned on than jealous. You'd love me to fuck another man, wouldn't you?" She threw that out casually and let it sink in. "Ahh, but Tom's cock," she returned to the new object of her devotion, "even from 20 feet away, is clearly a show piece." She was talking as if I hadn't seen her jerk him off in the bathroom on the second day we were here. She had to know I knew she had seen his cock up close. Maybe she had gone further and was forgetting what I knew.

She continued her tale, "I watched the two of them for 15 minutes before they came back inside. Two gorgeous specimens grunting and moaning like beasts. My pussy was so wet, I fingered myself right there, at the window."

"Wow, really?" It was surprising to hear my seemingly buttoned up wife talk so frankly about her needs and desires. She was gently brushing her thigh and crotch. I could tell she was getting aroused in front of me and was on the verge of not caring if I knew.

"Oh, God, yes. And again, 3 or 4 times in bed, just thinking about him—I mean them. My pussy was so sore by morning, it was almost rubbed raw. Too bad you were drunk and flaccid on the couch. You did finally come along in the morning and did what you could." She added that last bit because it was obvious I was more than a little jealous over her description of Tom. "I was just so amazed at the size of his cock and how he pounded at Kylie. . ."

"You saw it close up, twice in the shower, yesterday and the day before," I reminded her. "Wendy, what is going on? Are you falling in love with him?"

"Oh, baby, no. It's just," she paused, searching for the words. "I just really crave it. It's like an obsession—but not for Tom, just his amazing cock," she said that as if it should comfort me. "I've just never seen anything so big. I'm just curious. You understand, don't you," she pleaded.

"I heard you two reminiscing in the shower—how far did you go Wendy?"

"I didn't fuck him, if that's what you're saying," Wendy said, defiant and defensive.

"You want to fuck him, though don't you?!?" I was nearly shouting. My wife seemed to think anything short of intercourse wasn't cheating.

"Sweetheart," her tone a comforting denial, my wife sat down next to me on the sofa across from the bed and patronizingly put her hand on my thigh. "Of course I want to fuck him." My cock twitched involuntarily. "He's gorgeous. And that cock makes me—oooh—I don't know what," she shivered with excitement. "I don't want to throw away our marriage, but don't you want me to be happy, dear?" I could feel my cock stirring at the thought of my wife succumbing to the massive pole between Tom's legs. The thought of the two of them grunting and moaning together. My suddenly slutty wife getting her fill. 

"Look," she said, "it's not like I love him or anything, it's just sex—it's no big deal."

"You keep saying that. You said it his afternoon on the deck," I quickly changed my tone as I remember how my clothes got out there. "What were you two talking about?" I was certain she meant her trip to the island, where they made out and she jerked him off. She must've wanted to confess, or Tom was pushing her to so he could gauge my response.

"Nothing!" she quickly lied. "Okay," my wife said, confessing as if she were telling me about missing a credit card payment. "But it really wasn't a big deal. When we went out to the drugstore earlier today," she paused, searching for the words. My heart leapt—this wasn't about the island, was it?

"What?" I demanded, anxious to hear her confession.

"Well, I kinda blew him," she said, shrugging a little.

"You 'KINDA BLEW' him?!?" I shouted, and then whispered the last word. I was shocked and thrilled. "What the hell does that mean?!?"

"Look, it's not a big deal," she kept saying that, as if it would make it true. "We were talking dirty in the car. Tom was telling me about some of the girls at the office, and the things he had done with them. I looked over at his lap and Tom had an enormous erection. He kept pushing it down with his hand—he even apologized for getting so turned on. It was straining against his shorts—it looked really painful!" My wife was trying to sound sympathetic about Tom's 12 inch python. 

"We were halfway into town, in the middle of nowhere, so I told him to pull over by the side of the road. I know how you get when you have a hard on and I won't help you out, and Tom's is sooo much bigger than yours." My cock was stretching, aching as she revealed her slutty adventure. "I couldn't let him just suffer, could I? It's not like I'm going around jerking off random guys. It's just I've just never seen one so big. . ."

"So you had to blow him?"

"Well, I tried to just jerk him off," Wendy explained, trying to make it sound innocent. She told me how Tom had pulled out his cock, sitting in the driver's seat. "Every time I see it, I just get overcome with lust," she recalled. "It's so long and hard—here let me help you with that," she pulled down my shorts releasing my own cock. She began casually stroking my cock as she relayed the events of the day.

"I can't help myself," she repeated. "I tried to resist again," she hesitated. "I know you saw me jerk him off in the shower, but I didn't go any further than that. We did," she hesitated again.

"I heard you talking about the island," I told her. No sense in pretending now.

"Oh. Oh, good," she said. "But I just jerked him off—and he sort of fingered me. But that's not cheating" she protested, trying to rationalize it. "It's just a massage, right?!?"

I sat silently staring at her as she slowly stroked my cock. I wondered how far she would go, rationalizing her obsession for Tom's cock.

"Jerking someone off is not cheating, I mean masseuses do it all the time. And I was able to control myself, both times," she said with a hint of pride. "But seeing him pulling on his long shaft, cupping those massive balls—I had to help."

"So you sucked his big fat cock?" I asked, my passion overcoming me.

"No, not at first. I tried to be good. I tried to stop at just a hand job again—like when you watched us in the bathroom," she reminded me of their first shower romp together. "But we didn't have any lube. Without sunscreen or lotion, I just couldn't get him off with my hand," my wife complained. "I tried for 15 minutes, stroking his shaft and cupping his beautiful, sweet balls." Her left hand slipped under her skirt to finger herself while her right hand stroked my cock. Even thinking about Tom's cock turned my wife into a slut.

"Tom wasn't getting any relief, so he asked if I could use my mouth. Just to lubricate it, nothing more," she tried to rationalize. "His cock was so enormous, though, I couldn't fit it all in at first," she said without hesitation, as if she had no other option. I moaned involuntarily as she casually described going down on another man. "I just sucked on the tip a little at first," she looked at my face; I was biting my lip, trying not to cum until she told the full tale. "Like this," she said, slipping her soft, puffy lips over my cock head, and caressing it with her wet tongue. 

"I kept jerking him off, putting the tip of his cock in my mouth and flicking over it with my tongue. I cupped his balls and stroked and pulled them."

"Show me," I demanded through gritted teeth. My cock was swollen to bursting. Wendy pulled her hand from her pussy and grabbed my sack. Her fingers were dripping with her own juices.

"Like this." She rubbed and massaged my scrotum with her left hand, still stroking me with her right. As she paused, she would again engulf only the head of my cock with her soft, warm, wet lips.

"Oh God," I cried out, "put it in your mouth, you slut," I ordered her.

She looked up at me and smiled wryly, my purple cock head just touching her lips. "See how hard it is to stop?" She paused tauntingly then quickly plunged my full measure of cock into her mouth. Her nose, buried in my pubes, she let out a low, guttural moan. I started to cum in her mouth, but she grabbed the base of my cock and pulled me out of her mouth. "Not just yet, husband," she warned, flicking my cock onto her pursed lips to stave off my orgasm. "I'm not even halfway there."

She told me how Tom begged and pleaded for more. "I really wanted to stay faithful, sweetie, but Tom just couldn't cum without using my mouth," she explained. I thought of Kylie, her night with Lisa and poor Brad, and how she said Tom could hold off and not cum for a long time. I knew Tom had played my wife, holding back to get her to finally blow him.

"Well, Tom had given me pointers about how to fit it all in my mouth. But,"

"But what?"

"Well, you know I'm new at oral sex—I hardly ever blow you." I knew those days were over. "He showed me how to give a great blowjob. I had also watched Kylie the other night, and Tom and I had talked explicitly over the last few days about how other women pleasure him." She told me how he had detailed his exploits, including with Kylie and Juliet, Wendy's secretary. 

"Didn't you like the blow job I gave you the other day? Tom's been giving me pointers all week. I tried them out on you, but this was my chance to learn firsthand." It almost sounded reasonable. She continued to torment my equipment, expertly pulling, smacking and rubbing my shaft. Enough to keep me hard, but not push me over.

"Tom taught me how to nibble the underside of his head and shaft. He told me how to tickle a man's prostate. He taught me all these great things—for you," she added quickly, "—but I needed to try them out to be sure I was doing it right." She demonstrated each technique that Tom had taught her.

"So, I put just the tip in my mouth at first, while I was still stroking the shaft with both hands. Then I slowly opened my mouth a little more—Tom is at least 7 inches around, so it's hard to get him all in at first." Her left hand released my balls to again finger her own wanton pussy.

"I moved one hand to his balls, like he taught me," she continued. She nibbled my cock under the shaft as she stroked it. I freed her left hand by shoving my own up her skirt. She returned to massaging my balls, her pussy juice mixing with her saliva and my generous pre-cum.

She said she blew Tom for about 10 minutes by the side of the road. "But he was so pent up, and he got very excited." My fingers were thrusting into her twat, I could feel her flowing as she thought of her first blow job with Tom. "He was pushing my head down on his cock, running his fingers through my hair, groping my tits and ass," she said breathlessly. "Mmm, he came," she told me as she pulled her mouth off of my cock, gasping for air, "I couldn't catch it all in my mouth." Wendy hardly ever sucked my cock, and she never swallowed. "He came so much, mmm, so much cum, fuck, yes," she froze, gripping my cock tightly. Her pussy was in spasm around my fingers. She began slamming herself backwards onto my waiting fingers. She thrust herself onto my fingers, her mouth agape and let out a crying gasp "Aaaaachgh!" She slumped her head down, covering my painfully hard cock in her wavy hair. She slightly loosened her grip on my cock and a large dollop of pre-cum spurted out. She took a moment to recover, and then casually licked the pre-cum off my head and slurped my cock back in her mouth.

Regaining her composure as I removed my sopping fingers from her, she returned to the story. "Oh my God, he came so much. We didn't have a towel or anything. Tom shot his cum mostly down my throat, but a lot of it hit me in the face and hair. I licked up what I could, but there was so much."

Wendy then explained that they had to wash up before hitting the drug store. "You don't want your wife going shopping covered in another man's cum, do you," she explained, putting my cock back into her mouth with a knowing smile. "So we drove to the lakeside showers and cleaned up."

"Is that all," I asked, knowing it wasn't, as she still refused to let me cum.

"Well, it was crowded, there were a bunch of college kids there. Some kind of frat and sorority thing. So I took him into the men's shower and we cleaned up."

"You went into the men's shower? Why?" I asked, still being tortured by her casual infidelity and her now expert oral skills.

"Well, I wasn't gonna take Tom into the women's shower—he'd traumatize them with his huge cock," she said greedily. She put my cock back into her mouth to keep the blowjob going, still stroking the shaft as she went.

"Besides, I wanted Tom's cock all to myself." I looked at her knowingly. "Well, those other young men prancing naked—all those cocks swinging free—I couldn't resist." She gave an especially forceful suck on my cock as she released it. "Anyway, while we were in there, Tom got hard again. We were naked and all these college kids were peaking into the stall to stare at us." I could see the college men standing around the stall—how far had she gone? Had she swallowed other cocks without telling me?

"We were washing each other, taking turns. He would lather me up, facing the crowd of boys. I was so horny from blowing him, my pussy was so wet, I almost let him fuck me." She smiled at me from my cock. "But I knew you would want to be there for that." I moaned reflexively at the thought of Tom pounding my wife. 

"Tom was behind me, my back to him. He was reaching around to massage soap into my big tits. The nearest boy was maybe 19 or 20. He was a few feet from me. He had been showering naked in the stall across from us, and was drawn over by my big, naked tits and exposed pussy. He had the cutest little cock," she giggled before engulfing my cock again with her wet mouth. "I watched it grow intently for a while. When I looked around again, his friends had surrounded the open stall. He was furiously jerking it off, and I felt Tom's monster cock pressing against my wet, fleshy bottom. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I slipped my hand down my stomach and slipped a finger into my pussy.

"That poor kid quickly erupted, spraying his spunk across my tits. I felt Tom's cock twitch as I wiped it off. The boy collapsed, but his friends found new courage. Realizing Tom didn't care to stop them, they moved closer," my heart leapt. Did she blow all those college boys? Before I finished the thought, she added "Don't worry sweetie, they all had small cocks—I only go crazy for big ones like Tom's. They all came quickly, and most of them managed to get at least a little on me. That made Tom even hornier—his cock was nearly pushing into my pussy. I had to help him release it, so I sucked him off again."

"You did?" I asked, my eyes closed and my cock aching for release. She continued her slow blow job, torturing me. 

"Well, with the water and the young guys cheering me on, I actually managed to get him mostly in my mouth this time. He's really big." She cooed, thinking again about Tom's member. "I played with his balls and rubbed his asshole. Inching it further down my throat, as all those horny boys watched." Wendy's description sent me over the edge. As I began to cum, she retold her story quicker and with more raunchy details, making me imagine the details.

"There were so many young men there, jerking their little cocks. And your sweet little wife was sucking off this big, massive cock," she knew I loved it. "The water was drenching us, and my tits were bouncing up and down as I engulfed his cock," Wendy began to slowly push her finger into my wet anus while she stroked my cock with her other hand. "All those young boys, cumming in a big circle jerk around your shy little wife. One of them grabbed my ass, another my tit, do you like that," I arched my back and slammed my cock into her mouth, she pushed back, only to send me over the edge. "And them Tom's cock erupted down my throat, filling me with his hot seed. Ummm, I swallowed it all, baby, every drop." She quickly put me back in her mouth so I could cum in her mouth again. She swallowed every drop of my seed. 

"See how much better a cocksucker Tom has made me," she asked. She allowed me to recover briefly before tucking my cock back into my underwear and finishing the story. After the showers, Wendy said, they dried off and got back into the car. 

"Oh, I almost forgot," she added. "I kind of let him finger me."

"Really?" I said, too spent to even tell her I knew about what they did on the island.

"Well, I was getting horny from all the cocksucking—you know I don't do that very often. I have needs too, and Tom was happy to lend a finger, or two," Wendy explained. "His fingers are almost the size of a normal cock, like yours, so it was very satisfying. He did rub my tits a little for me, but mostly he just slipped his fingers inside me and pounded me until I came. He was very good at pounding my wet pussy."

"Why are you telling me all of this?"

"Sweetheart," she said lovingly, "you're my husband—you're the only man I love. I want you to be happy for me."

"I am, I guess." I had fantasized about this, but now it was becoming a reality.

"Look, I didn't fuck him," she demanded. "I really wanted to, but I was able to hold myself back. You should be happy that I didn't."

"Why is that?"

"Well, I still love you, and fucking someone else would feel wrong if you didn't say it was okay."

"But blowing him and jerking him off—that's not a problem? Letting some college kids spray their spunk on you—you're okay with that?" There was a hint of guilt, as I thought of what Kylie and I had done earlier.




Couples Vacation Ch. 06



"Darling," she pleaded, "it's no big deal. The college kids hardly touched me. It was nothing worse than slow dancing with another man—there was a little groping, but that's all." She left out the nakedness, the shower and the jerking off. She could see my hesitation. "Sweetie, Tom convinced me it's no big deal. I mean, I was in the shower, so what do I care where those boys shoot their cum? And it's not like Tom is some complete stranger—right? We've known each other for years, there's no harm in a little innocent play, is there?" Tom had done a number of my wife, I suppose I should thank him for it. My wife's new cavalier attitude was refreshing and a little scary.

"So you're saying you should be able to suck off anyone you like?"

"I guess. I mean, is that so wrong? I only want to suck off huge cocks, like Tom's. I get to satisfy my craving and Tom gets a release. Is that so wrong?"

"What am I supposed to do with that?" I was confused. Sure, I had just screwed Kylie's brains out, but I thought I had missed a threesome between her, Wendy and Tom. This was different, wasn't it? My wife wanted carte blanche to cocksuck.

"Look, honey, Tom just really makes me horny. I can't help it, and neither can he. You've always wanted me to be with another man—I'm only doing what you asked me to," she was trying to escape any responsibility for her lust. "Can I please, just this once?" Wendy had asserted her right to suck any cock, but now she was asking me for permission to go further with Tom. "I'll let you get a blowjob anytime you want. And, if she wants, you can fuck Kylie, or my friend Sue."

I shot a glance at my wife. "Come on, I see you checking her out at parties."

"You want me to let you fuck him," I asked, changing the subject back to Tom.

"I promise I won't fuck anyone else without your permission. I might have to suck some cock now and then, but Tom is the only one I'll fuck." I knew it was pointless to stand in the way of my wife's new cock lust. I also knew that her promise was short-term. "Tom is more than happy to let you have Kylie—and so am I," she offered as a consolation. "Let me have my fun with Tom, okay? You'll be happy with Kylie's tight little ass." Wendy was really selling, desperate to put Tom's cock inside her. "It's just fun, I swear."

"Fine," I said, resigned to the situation. "Go have your fun."

"I knew you'd understand, honey," she said gleefully, jumping up from the sofa. "One other thing," she said gently as she turned back, her hands clasped together like a giddy schoolgirl. "Could you let us have the room?" I looked up to see Tom standing in the doorway, naked. His enormous cock was standing at attention, pointing at Wendy's tits and ass.

"Sure," I said, numbly as I walked towards the door.

"You can have Kylie's bed, champ," Tom said without making eye contact as I passed him. He then lunged towards Wendy, not bothering to shut the door on his way toward fucking my wife. I stood at the doorway and watched for a moment.



Couples Vacation Ch. 07



PART VII – The Finale



"Let me see that beautiful cock of yours," my wife, Wendy squealed, stripping off her remaining clothes. In seconds, Tom's cock was out as he stood naked before her and she sat naked on the bed. I stood in the doorway to our bedroom, having just given my wife permission to fuck Tom, her friend from work. Tom and his wife Kylie were sharing a cabin with us, and his massive cock had been driving her wild all week. She had jerked him off in the bathroom, and again on a secluded island in the lake. Today, she had blown him for the first time (twice, actually), but they had yet to consummate their affair.

Tom's impressive 12 inch cock had turned my shy, conservative wife into a slutty size queen, and I had just told her she could complete the transformation. Wendy studied Tom's cock as it bobbed before her. With my permission, she was now free to lust for him guilt free—no more hurried handjobs or pretending that she was just innocently helping him out.

She bit her lip and placed both hands gently over the crown and slowly stroked down the shaft, almost petting it. Her eyes widened as her interlocked fingers reached the base, and she pressed firmly, marveling at his size. Her eyes flitted up to his and she smiled at him in awe and lust.

Keeping her eyes locked on his, my wife slowly opened her plump, red lips and, with a tortuous purpose moved her cherubic mouth towards Tom's cock. As she came painfully close, staring up at Tom, keeping their eyes locked, her tongue advanced forward and landed softly on the tip of his now throbbing crown. My wife slowly engulfed the head of Tom's cock, worshiping it as she let out subtle, joyful moan, which carried into a low, guttural laugh. She smiled up at Tom from under his tool.

Knowing she could not fit it all in her mouth just yet, Wendy began to tease Tom, running her tongue under his shaft, gently nibbling under the crown. She had done this for the first (and second) time earlier today, but she was quickly becoming an expert at servicing his 12 inch tool. She stole a glance at me and tried to smile with her mouth full of his cock. 

Tom's wife, Kylie, joined me at the doorway. Her long, tanned, taut Asian body was meant to be my consolation. Our own budding romance had been consummated earlier that day, unbeknownst to my wife and her husband. "You did the right thing, John," she said. "They would've just done it behind your back anyway." She paused, taking them in. "Wendy is really taken with his cock. I guess some girls really obsess over size instead of technique."

Tom was leaning forward, playing with Wendy's tits as she worshipped his hard cock. After a week of handjobs and fucking his skinny, tight wife, Tom was clearly anxious to pound away at my wife's softer, fleshier body. He was not the kind of guy to suffer foreplay well.

Kylie leaned in to kiss me, we kissed as my wife tried to stuff Tom's long, tanned python into her mouth. "It's difficult to get in all in at first," Kylie whispered in my ear. "She's really quite good at it. Ooh," Kylie whispered as we watched my wife slowly engulf his cock, "she's definitely done this before." Wendy would push her mouth onto Tom's cock, and pull back to continue her undercarriage cock worship. Her hands had slipped behind him, firmly grabbing his toned ass cheeks, bracing herself against the effort of her oral service.

As I watched them, still holding onto Kylie, my cock twitched and I let out an involuntary moan. "Are you sure you want to watch, John? What comes next may be hard for you to see." She reached down and grabbed onto my rigid cock through my shorts. "Then again, maybe you like what you see." She whispered in my ear that she was so happy that I was okay with this; that I was better than Brad for not being jealous.

Kylie led me back into the bedroom where Wendy was now struggling to just get her petite hand around Tom's cock. It had to be 7 inches in girth. Her delicate hands could not fit completely around it, it was so huge. She eagerly grabbed it with both hands and began stroking him, using a mix of her saliva and his precum as lubricant.

Kylie sat me down on the couch, facing the bed. We watched my wife and her husband as if it were a show for our arousal. I could see the veins bulging on top of Tom's cock and another dollop of pre-cum that spilled out of the top. Wendy spread it around the head with her tongue as she massaged the shaft with both hands.

I sat admiring the lusty, animal coupling as Kylie gracefully stripped off her own clothing, then pulled off my shorts, revealing my rock hard, 7 inch cock. She began to stroke me, a small consolation as Tom broke away from my wife and threw her on the bed. Her dripping cunt facing Kylie and me. I could tell my wife was more aroused than ever. "Enough foreplay," Tom bellowed. "Time for me to fuck those sweet titties. I've been dreaming of this for a long time." His teeth were clenched as he straddled my wife, his boss, and shoved his cock between her soft, pale white, double-D tits.

My wife, who, before this weekend, was not adventurous enough to have sex outside of the bedroom, was spitting between her fleshy tits and opening her mouth to accept the tip of another man's cock as he tit fucked her. Tom was unloading years of sexual tension between them, and Wendy was gladly accepting everything he gave her and begging for more. 

With each stroke, his anger and frustration hardened him. He reached back with his right hand and firmly shoved two fingers into her sopping twat. She squealed and called out, "fuck me you stud; fuck my tits with your long, hard cock." His left hand grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth to his cock as he rammed it like a piston into her cleavage. She eagerly accepted his cock into her wet, pouty lips, licking and sucking it as he thrust it in and out of her sweat and pre-cum lubed melons.

One arm holding my wife's head to his cock, the other pounding her cunt with two fingers, he rode my wife like a seesaw. She began to moan erratically. His thrusts were uneven for her, and she desperately wanted to cum.

She firmly guided his arms to her tits so she could free her own hands. As he smashed her double-D's together with his powerful arms, Wendy slipped her hands under his legs, urgently groping for her own wet pussy. Her fingers slipped in easily.

Kylie was lying beside me as we sat naked on the couch facing Tom and Wendy, taking in the spectacle of their wantonness. Kylie, eager to please me now that we could be open about our own feelings, took my cock in her mouth. Her long black Asian hair tickling my naked body as she softly swallowed my cock. Her legs were outstretched on the couch, her naked, tight, tanned ass shining up at me. I wet my fingers, eased her thighs apart and began to rub her tight, young lips. Unlike Tom, I wanted to savor Kylie's body. Tom continued to ravage my wife.

"Fuck me Tom, fuck me please, I beg you. I want your cock inside me," my wife pleaded. Tom refused. Like so many men, Tom had dreamt of fucking my wife's tits since the day they met. He kept pushing his cock through her tits. She desperately fingered herself, frantically rubbing her clitoris. She began to cum and Tom continued to fuck her tits and mouth. Her cries of pleasure were muffled by Tom's cock intermittently thrusting into her mouth and waiting lips. "Mmmmwow, mmmwow, yessmmmm mmyesm mmmnnnggh." My wife came, but Tom kept thrusting his massive cock into her body, even as her orgasm had drained her and left her limp beneath him.

After a moment, Wendy regained her senses, still desperate to feel Tom inside her. "Fuck me Tom, fuck me please, I beg you. I want your cock inside me," my wife pleaded again. His brutal thrusting through her tits continued. Wendy took her hand from her own sex. Moist with her own juices, she slid it up and down Tom's ass crack. In a swift move, she slipped her index finger into his ass, and pumped his prostate.

Tom arched his back, cried out and blasted his spunk into my wife's waiting mouth and face. She was nearly covered with his seed. She swallowed all she could and began wiping and licking it up. Tom collapsed on the bed next to her.

Kylie paused from the blow job she was giving me. "Tom is brutal in bed. I know he's been thinking about Wendy for a while," she confided. "His cock is so big, he never bothered to learn how to please a woman—he never had to." Kylie had made clear earlier that she preferred my technique to Tom's. I ran my fingers through her hair as she returned to servicing my cock. The fingers on my other hand had slipped into her tight wetness and was massaging her g-spot.

Tom was now on his back, catching his breath. Wendy was gently stroking his flaccid cock, waiting for its hardness to return. As she casually played with his member, their eyes met. She leaned over him, slightly closer. He lifted his head ever so, and my wife gently and briefly placed her lips on his.

They smiled at each other as their kiss broke off, then paused, holding on to the moment, knowing that what came next would change their relationship. My wife then passionately pressed her mouth against his. Her right hand still idly stroking his limp cock, they kissed long and deeply. Tom brought his hand over to hold my wife's cherubic face. Their tongues danced.

Watching them, Kylie slid forward and pulled herself up from my shoulders and neck. We kissed deeply, her soft, firm lips meeting mine. The room was still, but for the gentle sound of the four of us kissing. After a while, Tom regained his strength and Wendy's soft stroking became more purposeful. Wendy turned to admire his swelling member. Her lust overcame her again, and she moved over it, taking it in her mouth again to clean off Tom's cum. She cupped his massive balls with one hand while working the shaft with the other and feeding it into her soft, willing mouth. After a few moments, she looked at him, pleadingly.

"No more fingering, Tom," she pleaded. "I need your cock inside me."

"On your knees," Tom ordered her. She quickly pulled herself up on her knees and presented her pussy for Tom's pleasure. She was facing the window now, so Kylie and I could see them in profile. She looked over at me and just smiled wryly, waiting for Tom to impale her on his cock. Tom slipped in behind her, kneeling on the bed. He guided his 12 inch cock with one hand while holding on to my wife's fleshy hips with the other. 

Wendy hung her head down, waiting for her reward. Tom pressed his cock against her pussy lips. She bit her lip, the waiting was torture for her.

Tom slowly pushed his cock head passed her pussy lips, then paused, letting them both savor the penetration. Years of sexual tension, flirting and office banter; and several days of escalating tension had led to this. My wife inhaled deeply, bracing for the rest of him. Tom slowly pushed his cock into my wife. At first, she made no noise, her mouth was open, but she couldn't find any sound. "Ah, eh, ah," was all she could muster as he slowly eased half of his cock into her. He paused there. He was now about as far into her as I had ever been, and he wasn't even halfway inside her.

She took several quick, shallow breaths, still bracing for Tom's full measure. He held his cock there, while firmly grasping both of her hips. He glanced at me and smiled, then quickly and firmly pulled my wife's hips towards him and thrust his hips forward, driving himself deep into her. "Ooouunnnghghghg," she cried out. 

Tom held it there, making sure Wendy knew how far he was inside of her. "Oh God," she managed as she caught her breath. Tom slowly drew his cock out, her dripping juices coated his shaft. He left his head pressing against her moist lips. He paused again, then in one motion, pulled Wendy's hips back and thrust is massive cock into her. She screamed out, "YEEEEEEAAASSSSS," as he gave her his fullness.

Tom continued this for several strokes. Slowly in, quickly out. Quickly in, slowly out. They developed a rhythm, and as my wife became used to having such an enormous cock inside of her, she became more and more vocal. "Fuck me, you fuck. Harder. Deeper, give it to me Tom." Tom's pounding was relentless. I could tell Wendy came at least twice, as her body went slightly limp and her slutty encouragement subsided. Tom paid no attention, he just kept thrusting. As she regained her composure, she realized again who was inside of her, thrusting his massive cock into her, and she grew dirtier and dirtier.

Kylie was sucking my cock and playing eagerly with my balls. She paused and glanced up at me, my cock still on the tip of her lips, "your wife seems to really enjoy my husband's cock." She knew I had fantasized about this and was turned on seeing him make a slut out of her. "We can leave at anytime," she said as she kissed and nibbled the underside of my cock, "but you seem to enjoy the show." With that, my cock disappeared into her mouth again.

I watched as Tom pounded Wendy from behind. He was brutal, but she was clearly loving every moment of it. Wendy and Tom's pace quickened, and Kylie gracefully pulled me from her mouth, and straddled my waist, easily impaling herself on my cock. She faced away from me, towards her husband and my wife. I lovingly caressed her stunning ass and massaged her gorgeous, perky tits, but my focus was still on my wife and Tom. After about ten long minutes of Wendy egging him on, Tom very obviously began to cum. Kylie increased her pace and managed to cum on my cock, but I couldn't get there yet. Kylie collapsed on the couch as Tom began to scream "take it you bitch, take it all." His face was bright red, his entire body tensed.

Wendy was cumming with him, "cum inside me you fucking stud. Cum inside me. Fill me with your spunk! Give me everything." She was rocking back and forth on her elbows, pushing herself back onto him, milking his cock with her pussy. Tom shouted as he began to cum, shivering in spasm as he pumped his cum into my wife. In an instant, they each froze as statues as they came together. I could see my wife relishing the warm cum pouring into her, breathing shallowly with each spurt. Her vagina eagerly grasping at Tom's cock as it delivered his seed. Tom subtly twitched as he spurted shot after shot into her spasming womb.

They both soon collapsed, side by side. Cum was still running out of his cock and onto his massive balls. It was also flowing freely from Wendy's gaping cunt. 

"Go on," Kylie said to me, breathlessly, "you know you want to." Kylie pointed at my exasperated wife, who was just now running her fingers over Tom's tanned, muscular chest as they caught their breath. I stood up, my meager 7 inches pointed straight towards them. I crawled onto the bed and slipped easily between my wife's spread legs. She smiled welcomingly. 

Her pussy offered no resistance to me. I could feel her juices and Tom's cum lubricating her twat.

"Did you like that," Wendy said as I fucked her. "Did you like seeing Tom fuck me?" She was toying with me. "Huh, you like sloppy seconds now, do you? How about you taste Tom's spunk? You know I have, and you didn't care, did you." She was pulling me into her. After Tom's cock, I wondered if she could even feel me inside of her. She grabbed my face and pulled me towards her and kissed me deeply and passionately. I could taste Tom's cock and cum in her mouth. She spread it over my lips as we kissed.

"Did you like watching us, John," she asked me again, egging me on. "Did you like having Kylie suck you off and ride your cock while another man fucked your wife? I saw you. Go ahead, fuck her all you want. Did her tight young pussy feel good?" My wife was driving me to cum inside her. "He was so big inside me, John. His cock felt so good inside me." She knew this would send me over, "Now hurry up and cum, Tom and I have more fucking to do. I'm gonna fuck him every day all day for a month." I was grunting and straining. Her cunt was still gaping and wide. Wendy reached over and began stroking Tom's cock back to life. I lost control and began to cum inside her, mixing my cum with Tom's.

No sooner had I cum than my wife pushed me off, eager to get back on Tom's cock. I wasn't even off the bed before she straddled him. "Yes," she cried out, "that's the cock I need. Fuck me hard, Tom, give it to me."

I drifted back, watching my wife ride Tom's cock as he rubbed, tugged and massaged her overflowing tits. Kylie grabbed my hand as I passed her and gracefully stood up from the couch. We kissed again passionately and then Kylie joined me in the shower. We washed each other down, admiring each other's bodies for once openly.

Kylie and I fell asleep around midnight, and I awoke several times in the early morning hearing Tom and my wife grunting and screaming. At one point, I heard Wendy begging, "please, no! I've never done that—no not in my ass—ooh, ohh. Mmmmmnnggh. Yess, fuck me up the ass. . ."

I didn't see Wendy until lunch the next day. Kylie and I were having a great time together. We had been out swimming in the lake, and I had come in to fix a sandwich. Wendy came down naked, cum dribbling down her leg.

"I'm starving," she said nonchalantly. She could barely walk from the all night marathon. As she ate some cold pizza from the fridge, she glanced at me and could see my concern. "Honey, it's just lust, I promise. I still love you—you're still my husband."

"Jesus, Wendy, it's just—I had no idea you were so horny."

"I'm sorry baby, I've never seen a cock as big as Tom's before," she said sheepishly. "I just can't control myself. I promise things will be better when we get back home. I'll get it out of my system—promise." With that, she left me and returned to her cock master, Tom, upstairs. A few minutes later, they were shaking the bed frame again, screaming and grunting.

Kylie and I had a great week together. We stayed out of Wendy and Tom's way, as best we could. They made a run to the adult store midweek and came home with some slutty outfits, an oversized dildo and a gallon of lube. 

The ride home was a bit awkward as Kylie rode up front with me while Tom and Wendy rode in back, making the most of their last day on vacation. Wendy was right, she sure couldn't control herself. If she wasn't blowing Tom or fucking him, she was jerking him off, trying to get him hard again.

When we finally got home, things mostly got back to normal. Wendy couldn't really say no to any request I had—no matter how lewd. But I could tell, she still had uncontrolled lust for Tom. She used the oversized dildo almost every night. The only time she didn't was when she would "work late," which eventually became almost every night. And of course she had to travel a lot more, especially with Tom. 

Kylie and I got into a routine. She would come over and we'd make out or have sex while Tom and Wendy "worked late." It was sort of an unspoken trade. One night, I called Kylie over only to have Wendy find us fucking upstairs. She told me later that Tom was at a poker night, so they didn't "work late." She let Kylie and I finish before commandeering the bedroom with her massive dildo. Kylie has her own interests, and we're trying to track down Lisa.

Our dinner parties are interesting. Every few weeks, we'll pretend to be civilized for an hour or two, but Tom and Wendy can't control themselves. Kylie and I eat dessert together and chat, while Wendy and Tom fuck like animals upstairs. Kylie and I make love a lot, but not nearly as much as Tom and my cock hungry wife.

Tom recently invited Wendy to his "Magic 8" poker night, with his 4 friends, all with 8 inches or more. I'm sure that will be an interesting story—if she ever comes home.

The End.