0 comments/ 89940 views/ 12 favorites Holiday Rules By: vangelsdorp Sally tossed and turned but sleep eluded her. With a sigh of resignation she sat up in bed and frowned as she tried to figure out why. Normally, after she and Dave had done the sort of things they had, neither of them had any trouble sleeping soundly until morning. But this time, after only an hour or two of dozing, she felt wide awake. Maybe it was the heat; maybe it was the result of the long and frustrating journey they'd had. Maybe there had been something suspect about the meal they had enjoyed earlier; maybe it was because she wasn't used to the bed. Whatever the reason, or reasons, she knew she would be awake for some time. She looked at Dave sleeping quietly beside her and wondered whether or not to wake him. She didn't think he'd mind, especially if she woke him the way she reserved for special occasions -- like his birthday, or Christmas Day. Then she would carefully slither down the bed until her face was level with his thighs. She would blow on his cock, gently at first and then harder until it would twitch and stir. Leaning over him carefully, she would lightly run her tongue over it, enjoying watching it start to swell and stiffen. Once he was half-way erect, she would suck the end of it into her mouth, continuing to lick as it reached its full length and girth. By then, of course, he would be awake (but pretending not to be) and she would be wet with anticipation. After that, it was simply a matter of straddling him and impaling herself. His hands would slide up her thighs to clasp the cheeks of her ass and she would ride him to a climax -- usually hers. His reward for staying hard would then be for her to ease herself off him and finish the job, as she had started it, with her mouth. She loved sucking him after he'd been deep inside her. The taste of her juices on his big, fat cock, always excited her. Somehow, the fact that it had been rooting about in her cunt before she took it in her mouth, made the act much more wicked and naughty than a normal blow-job and she invariably fingered herself to a second orgasm, timing it skilfully so that they both came at the same time. However, even with the French windows wide open, the room remained hot and the air close. As such, she was still sweaty and sticky from their earlier lovemaking. What she needed to do first, she decided, was to make use of the pool that was less than ten metres away. The thought of a midnight skinny-dip, possibly followed by a nice, leisurely fuck became more appealing by the second and, her mind made up, she slipped carefully out from under the single sheet and padded out of the windows and onto the patio. All the patio and pool lights were off, of course, but there was enough moonlight to see quite clearly and Sally eased herself slowly and quietly into the cool and silky water of the pool. It felt wonderful -- the more so because she was naked -- and invigorating and she sighed with satisfaction before taking a deep breath and jack-knifing down to the bottom. For several minutes she swam and dove and then she rested at the shallow end, trying to decide whether to stay a little longer or go in to rouse Dave. About half the sex she and Dave had was spontaneous. The other half was planned because for Sally, anticipation was a powerful aphrodisiac. Knowing she was going to have a cock inside her before very long always put her on heat and Dave would keep her there and spice things up even more by whispering some of things he was going to do to her and by giving her sly little touches and gropes. She could feel the familiar tingles starting now and couldn't resist giving herself a quick rub. As she did so, she told herself not to get too carried away, to save herself for Dave. When an amused voice asked if she was having a private party, or if it was open to anyone, she jumped and let out a little squeal of surprise. Standing on the edge of the pool, just a few feet away from her was the silhouette of a man. She couldn't be sure, but she thought he was as naked as she was. Certainly he had nothing on his feet, which was partly why she hadn't heard him approach. If she hadn't been thinking so much about sex, she cursed herself, she felt sure she would have noticed him sooner. 'Er, no, of course not,' she stuttered, cringing at the realisation of what he must have seen. 'The pool's for everyone's use.' 'Then you won't mind if I join you?' he said, slipping in next to her. 'No, except that I was just about to get out.' 'It looked to me as though getting out was the last thing you were thinking about,' he grinned. 'I don't know what you mean!' Sally blustered, grateful that he wouldn't be able to see her blush. 'No? Perhaps I was wrong, but it seemed to me as though you were doing this to yourself.' As he spoke, he slid his hand smoothly between Sally's open thighs, one finger finding her clit with unerring accuracy, another entering her cunt with ease, she was so aroused. 'What?' Sally was caught totally off balance. Not only was her mind trying to cope with the embarrassment of having been discovered playing with herself, but also with the signals of approval that her body was sending. Momentarily confused, she stood there like an idiot, making no attempt to stop this complete (but rather hunky, her mind found room to note) stranger from doing things that only Dave had been allowed to do since their marriage some five years previously. 'What?' she gabbled again. 'You have lovely breasts, you know?' the man said, his other hand cupping one and giving it a gentle squeeze. Sally was dumfounded. She was also conscious of his erection. Standing as close as he was, the head of his cock was nudging her belly. For an instant she wondered how it compared to Harry's, before irritably brushing the thought aside. But the thought, however fleeting, served to slow up her reactions which allowed her molester to smile and inform her he was going to kiss her. As he did so, part of Sally's mind was able to do some rapid evaluating. Firstly, she realised, the considerable skill with which this man was fingering her, was causing quite delicious shivers of sensation to radiate throughout her body. Secondly, the clever way he was able to fondle her breast and tweak the nipple at the same time, was adding to the sensation. Thirdly, she appeared to be kissing him back with some enthusiasm and, finally, the whole situation was so outrageous as to be wildly exciting. It was like some fantasy come true -- a stranger appearing from nowhere, casually availing himself of her body as though her wishes and feelings were irrelevant. Except that Sally found herself wanting him to use her every bit as much as he appeared to want to. It was as though Dave and the rest of the real world had ceased to exist. The only thing that mattered at that moment was that the stranger, with his clever hands and avid mouth, filled her cunt with his cock. It wouldn't count as cheating, she told herself. It wasn't as though she'd deliberately left her husband to meet her lover. She had left their bed in all innocence and then found herself in this novel situation. This man was taking advantage of her and she was scared that if she tried to resist he might hurt her. If she cried out and Dave came to see what was happening, he might get hurt too. No, the simplest and safest course of action would be to just let the man have his way with her. Instinctively, she moved her feet further apart, ensuring that when he decided to take her -- as he surely must do -- she would be ready for him. She wondered if she ought to signify her acceptance, her submission to his advances, by reaching down to guide him, but quickly discarded the idea. He was in command, she merely had to wait for the inevitable and do nothing to either encourage or discourage him. She let out a long sigh of relief when she felt his cock sliding smoothly into her cunt. It was too late to do anything about it now so she allowed her hands to slide down his back and grip his ass to pull him towards her until she felt their pubic bones grinding against each other. She started cumming almost immediately and bit his shoulder to stop herself crying out and possibly waking Dave and anyone else in the vicinity. For what seemed an eternity but was probably only a few minutes, he thrust steadily and rhythmically and all the while Sally came and came and came. Then, with a grunt and a few quick, half thrusts, she felt a flood of heat deep inside her and knew that he too, had cum. She sagged back against the side of the pool, only dimly aware that he had pulled out of her and was moving away. When her senses cleared and reality returned with a rush, she was alone, with only the glow in her cunt and a trail of wet footprints leading away from the pool as proof that the whole incident hadn't been a figment of her imagination. She pulled herself out of the pool and stood on shaky legs, trying to come to terms with what she'd just allowed to happen. Remarkably, she felt no guilt or regret, just a sense of exhilaration at how naughty she had been. She remained standing in the warm night air until the feeling of her mystery lover's cum beginning to seep down the insides of her thighs brought her back to reality. Deciding she better go and clean up, she walked slowly back inside her bedroom. Pausing on the way to the bathroom, she looked down at her husband's sleeping form. 'Sorry, Dave,' she murmured. 'You almost got woken up and laid.' Even as she spoke a wicked thought crept into her mind and she giggled softly to herself, the sense of exhilaration returning as she slipped under the sheet alongside him. He still could get woken up and laid. Wildly exciting and satisfying as the session in the pool had been, it had all happened too quickly. Sally was a girl who liked to savour sex. She wanted more, she realised. And how outrageous would it be to have her husband only minutes after she'd had a complete stranger? How wicked to fuck her husband with her cunt full of another man's cum? Without further hesitation, she carefully lifted the sheet away from Dave's body, leaned over him and began to blow on his dick with her hot breath. 'Huh?' he grunted sleepily, as her fingers curled around his prick. 'I've just had a really rude dream,' she told him softly. 'We were in the pool having a midnight swim...' 'And?' he asked, sounding almost fully awake. 'And you lifted me onto the side and started eating me...' 'And?' His dick was swelling and stiffening rapidly. 'And then you pulled me back in and, as I slithered down your body, this slid into me. I woke up feeling very horny and very wet and I want you inside me. Now.' Sally pulled his unprotesting body over hers, guiding his now erect dick to where she wanted it. Once the head was nestling between her swollen lips she gave him a quick, hard kiss. 'Fuck me, Dave,' she whispered urgently -- and then moaned in pleasure as he did exactly that. After ten minutes of slow and steady fucking -- during which time she came twice -- she felt him start to shiver. 'I'm cumming!' he groaned. 'Do it, Dave,' she urged. 'Cum inside me! Fill me with your hot cream.' Her words -- and the finger she pushed into his ass -- had the desired effect and the feeling of him erupting inside her triggered her third orgasm. 'I love it when you do that,' she panted, a few minutes later. 'I love feeling you cum inside me.' 'I love doing it,' he laughed. 'Good. I hope you're gong to do it lots more this holiday.' 'First thing on the agenda when we wake up tomorrow,' he promised. ' I'd better go and clean up,' she sighed, 'or I'll be leaking cum all night.' The next morning Sally and Dave decided to laze around the pool and so, once they had had some coffee they picked up towels, books and sun tan oil and stepped out into the glare of the morning sun. Sally was immediately aware of two people stretched out on sun beds on the other side of the pool. They raised their hands in greeting. 'Good morning!' the woman called, sitting up to calmly put on her bikini top. 'Just arrived?' 'Last night,' Dave replied. 'It should have been mid-afternoon but we had a string of delays.' 'At least you can relax now.' Respectably dressed, the woman stood up and stretched. 'And the pool's great!' As she settled down on her own bed, Sally adjusted her sun glasses and surreptitiously studied the woman as she walked to the edge of the pool. She seemed to be about the same age as Dave and herself, with long, dark red hair, small, high breasts, slim hips and shapely legs. She knew, without looking, that Dave would be checking her out and guessed he would have been impressed -- especially once he noticed that the woman wasn't so much wearing bikini bottoms as a thong. The woman dived neatly into the water and Sally switched her attention to the man. As they were both lying down it was difficult to see properly but, just as she was about to give up, he stood up to join his partner. Sally's first thought was that there was something familiar about him and she frowned, wondering where on earth she might have seen him before. Then, with a guilty start -- and a sudden tingle between her thighs -- she realized she had indeed met the man previously. Not only had she met him, she had allowed him to fuck her! At least, she told herself as he dive-bombed his wife, he wasn't bad looking. It would have been galling to find her mystery lover was someone she would normally never have looked at twice. She wondered if he recognized her and decided he must have done. After all, who else would have been using the pool at that time of night? As far as she could tell, the other villas were not occupied -- all their shutters were firmly closed -- and when they had booked their holiday the estate agent had said there was a good chance they would have the place to themselves as demand was still low as this particular time of year. Obviously, this other couple were also taking advantage of the low rates. She was conscious of another twinge of excitement between her thighs. Despite the obvious attractions of his partner, the man was clearly not above seeking a little fun elsewhere. The question she had to consider now, was whether or not to allow anything else to happen? Of course, the unknown man could simply have taken advantage of a one-off situation and that would be the end of it. Then again, she had to ask herself if she wanted anything else to happen. It was one thing to accept and enjoy a crazy, almost fantastic incident, that happened in the middle of the night, but quite another to embark upon an affair right under Dave's nose. She opened a bottle of oil and began coating herself. On the one hand there was her relationship with Dave to consider and, on the other, the almost forgotten thrill of taking on a new lover -- however briefly. If push came to shove, she knew she wouldn't rock the boat as far as she and Dave were concerned. However, having tasted forbidden fruit for the first time in over five years, the temptation to have another taste -- if not to gorge herself -- was becoming stronger by the minute. She sighed as she rubbed in the oil. She would just have to see how things worked out. She sighed again as she noticed she had managed to smear some oil onto her bikini bottoms. One of the things she had been looking forward to, was the chance to sunbathe naked. That was before it turned out they would not have the little villa complex to themselves after all. Dave's voice broke in on her thoughts. She looked up to see he was in the pool with the other two. 'Sally? Come and meet Stuart and Lydia.' This could be interesting, she thought as she slipped into the pool and waded towards them. Apart from a gleam of mischief in his eyes as he shook her hand, Stuart gave no sign that he recognized her, although he did give her hand a knowing squeeze before releasing it. 'I was just asking Stuart and Lydia where the nearest shops are,' Dave said, once the introductions had been made. 'We're going to need to lay in some food and drink.' 'You've left it a bit late,' Stuart remarked, glancing at his watch. 'By the time you get there they'll be closed for the afternoon. Won't open again until five.' 'Why not have lunch with us?' Lydia suggested with a friendly smile. 'We normally just have bread and salad right here by the pool and then go out for a proper meal in the evening.' Things took on a momentum of their own after that. Stuart and Lydia were halfway through their fortnight's holiday and, as such, had had plenty of chance to find their way around. Before and during lunch -- by which time Dave had dragged his and Sally's sun beds round to join Stuart and Lydia - they shared the contents of a big jug of some fruity concoction of Stuart's. It was only when she felt her head beginning to spin, that Sally asked what was in it. 'Orange juice, lemonade, some bits of fruit and,' he paused with a grin, 'a splash of gin.' 'Stuart's idea of a splash would drown most people,' Lydia laughed. 'We're on holiday,' Stuart grinned expansively. 'If I want to spend the afternoon pissed by the pool, I will.' 'Stuart thinks the normal rules don't apply on holiday,' Lydia confided to Sally. 'Normally, we're both perfectly respectable solicitors, but I have to admit, I enjoy letting my hair down a little when the office is a thousand miles away.' 'And why not?' Dave agreed. 'Isn't that the whole point of getting away?' Sally smiled and nodded and wondered if Lydia was aware of the extent to which Stuart felt he was allowed to break the rules. The afternoon was spent in a pleasant, alcoholic haze, punctuated with frequent dips in the pool and interspersed with much laughter. Looking back, Sally couldn't quite remember when she dispensed with her bikini top, but she knew it was only after Lydia had removed her own. Naturally, the men approved. 'Before you guys arrived,' Stuart confided to Dave, 'we tended to sun bathe naked.' 'Hey, don't let us stop you,' Dave said immediately. 'It's something we were thinking of doing ourselves.' 'What do you think, Lyddie? Should we go 'au naturelle' again?' Stuart asked. 'If you do, we will too,' Dave chipped in. 'Won't we, Sal?' 'Sure,' Sally shrugged, feeling a fresh surge of excitement. She was feeling too mellow to worry about something so trivial as a bikini bottom. She couldn't help giggling at the realisation that, of the four of them, only Lydia had yet to see her naked. She also liked the idea of being able to stretch out, naked, in the sun shine, feeling the hot, soothing rays reaching every inch of the body she was justifiably proud of. In circumstances such as these, she had no inhibitions about letting Stuart and Lydia see her naked and, if she was honest, she was curious as to what Stuart and Lydia looked like. 'Don't forget to put plenty of oil on the important bits,' Stuart laughed as he promptly pulled off his swimming shorts. Dave's came off next, followed by Lydia's thong. Without a second thought, Sally pulled off her bottoms and relaxed against the back of her lounger with a sigh. Behind the safety of her sunglasses, she studied Stuart with interest. In many ways he was of similar build to Dave -- big and broad with perhaps just one or two pounds too many around the waist. Even his cock appeared to be of a similar size, lying like a pale, fat sausage on his belly. She tried to recall if it had felt noticeably different to Dave's, but couldn't remember - even though it had only been about twelve hours since it had been sliding in and out of her. She excused her lapse of memory on the unexpectedness of the situation and the raw excitement of it all. Switching her covert attention to Lydia she felt a pang of envy at the sight of the red-head's breasts. Sally was proud of her own breasts. They were firm and full without being over-large. By comparison, Lydia's seemed small even though they were beautifully rounded and topped with remarkably large nipples. Sally couldn't help wondering just how big they would become when they were aroused. Her own tended to nearly double in size and, if Lydia's did the same, they would become truly spectacular. Holiday Rules She glanced at Dave. He had just finished oiling himself and his cock, like Stuart's, lay heavily on his belly, partially aroused by the application of the oil and, possibly, by the novelty of the situation. Lydia, Sally noticed, was staring at it with frank interest and, for the first time, the thought crossed her mind that maybe the letting down of Lydia's hair meant doing more than just sunbathing in the nude. However, once she had anointed herself with oil, she dozed off, waking at the sound of splashing to find the others fooling around in the pool. She shivered, realizing some of the heat had gone from the day and joined the others in the water. 'We were just saying,' Stuart said, swimming over to meet her, 'that we think we all ought to go out for a meal together.' 'If we do,' she replied, 'it'll have to be our treat. You provided lunch and that lethal fruit stuff.' 'We can argue about who pays, later,' he said carelessly. 'But how do you fancy shaking those lovely legs of yours on a dance floor after dinner?' His hand brushed her thigh, fleetingly, as he spoke. Sally shivered, telling herself it was because she was cold and not because she was starting to consider the possibilities that the evening might bring. 'Dance floor?' she queried, tilting her head slightly to return his grin more provocatively than intended. 'Okay, square metre of hardwood, jammed with about fifty couples. The local disco in fact. Hot, sweaty and intimate -- largely because it's a tiny room with no air conditioning.' 'Intimate, eh?' she giggled. 'Let's just say that when we were there a few days ago, Lydia swore she could tell the guy she was dancing with was circumcised.' 'Oooh!' Sally giggled, pretending to be shocked. 'She must have been dancing very close to him.' Stuart moved closer to whisper confidentially. 'She said she had to keep her hand down there to fend him off. Personally, I think she wanted to give him a good grope.' 'Stuart!' she laughed delightedly. 'How can you say such a thing?' 'How can he say what thing?' Lydia demanded, splashing towards us. 'I was merely telling Sally how you groped that Australian guy in the disco the other night,' Stuart admitted cheerfully. 'Oh. That,' she said. 'You mean you did?' Sally asked, not quite believing her. 'He was becoming a nuisance,' Lydia shrugged. 'He kept rubbing his hard-on against me like I would be so impressed I'd beg him to fuck me. So I grabbed his dick and held it just long enough for him to start thinking it was his lucky night. Then I told him it felt just like a cock, only smaller!' Sally burst out laughing. 'Then what?' she asked. 'I don't think he believed he'd heard right so I offered to show him Stuart's, to show him what a real cock looked like. He just turned round and disappeared after that.' 'Are you sure you're a solicitor?' Dave laughed. 'No solicitor I know ever spoke like that.' 'Ah,' Lydia smiled wisely, 'but how many have you met who are on holiday? Or who have just had an apology-for-a-dick jammed against them?' 'None that I know of,' he admitted. 'There you are then.' 'Besides,' Stuart reminded us, 'normal rules don't apply on holiday.' 'And we can be pretty feisty even when they do,' Lydia added. 'Remind me not to dance with Lydia tonight,' Dave said to Sally in a stage whisper. 'Oh, you'll be all right,' she said carelessly. 'From what I've seen, I think it's safe to say there's nothing wrong with your cock.' 'I can certainly vouch for that,' Sally giggled. 'You know what I think?' Sally said to Dave as they were dressing to go out after their showers. 'No, what?' he asked zipping up the flies of his chinos. 'I think that sexy little solicitor in the next villa fancies you.' Dave looked both pleased and uncertain. 'What gives you that idea?' 'Oh, little things, really. The way she was looking at you after you'd taken off your shorts; the way she told you that there was nothing wrong with your cock. Things like that. What do you think about her?' Sally buttoned up her silk shirt and waited for Dave's reaction. As always, she enjoyed the feeling of the silk brushing gossamer-lightly against her nipples. 'Should I bother with panties?' she asked, knowing what his answer would be. 'God, no! Er, what do I think about Lydia? As you say, she's pretty sexy.' 'Fancy her do you?' 'Well, yeah, I guess so,' he admitted slowly. 'But I fancy you more.' 'Good answer,' she grinned approvingly, pulling up her short, denim skirt and fastening the waistband. 'I reckon she'd let you, you know?' 'Let me what?' he frowned. 'Fuck her.' 'What makes you think that?' he blinked. 'Firstly, she said she likes to let her hair down on holiday. Now I thought she meant stuff like getting pissed, or going for an all over tan. But then she came out with that stuff about holiday rules being different...' 'I thought that was Stuart's idea?' Dave argued. 'Either way, she seems to agree with it... And then she told you that your cock was much bigger than that poor Australian's. I mean, who grabs a guy's dick because he's rubbed it against you? Put it all together and what have you got? I'll tell you: she likes your cock and the normal rules don't apply. To me that says the ball is in your court and she wouldn't turn you down if you made a move.' 'Hmm!' he said thoughtfully. 'Well, we'll never know, will we?' 'Would you like to?' 'That's academic.' 'Not if the normal rules don't apply.' 'What? You mean you go along with that, "everything's different on holiday," idea, too?' 'How often do you get the chance of a no-strings-attached fuck? Not back home, that's for sure. But here, miles away from anyone and everyone we know, where no-one knows where you live or even what your second name is...? Why do you think the term, "holiday romance," is so common? Because people go away for a break and if they get the chance of some easy sex they grab it. That's what "sexual tourism" is all about, for Heaven's sake.' Dave was looking at her in amazement. 'Let me make sure I'm understanding this,' he said slowly. 'You're saying that, not only do you think Lydia fancies me, but also, if I made a move, a serious move, you wouldn't mind?' 'Why would I?' she shrugged. 'It's not as though you two are likely to run off together or anything, is it? No. Think about it: we're on holiday; you've got the chance for a bit of fun on the side; within a week she'll be gone and you'll never see or hear from her again. Go for it -- as long as you promise to give me a detailed report. And I do mean detailed!' 'You're amazing. Did you know that?' 'I did,' she said smugly, 'but it's always nice to be reminded.' 'However, I can't see it happening. I mean, where would Stuart be while I'm busy fucking his wife. Or are you suggesting I just tell him I want to borrow her for an hour so I can fuck her brains out?' 'That might work,' she replied seriously. 'It might be better if you were up front about it all to avoid giving Stuart a nasty surprise, but what I suggest is that you simply let her know you're interested and then wait for an opportunity. Don't forget if this, "holiday rules," business is something they both accept, she might already have told him what could be on the cards.' 'And you're really cool about this?' 'I told you. However, now I think about it, what if she has mentioned it to Stuart and he says something along the lines of, "what's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander"?' Dave thought about that for a moment or two. 'You mean, if he lets her jump into bed with me, she should let him jump into bed with...' He looked at Sally with startled eyes. '...you!' 'It's a thought,' Sally shrugged. 'Wow!' 'I know. You could be happily getting your rocks off with Lydia, while I'm fending off a randy Stuart.' 'Or, you could let him have his wicked way with you.' 'Well, thanks a lot!' she said, trying to sound indignant but at the same time congratulating herself for making Dave think he'd thought of it all. 'You don't like the idea?' he asked. 'It's not something that's even occurred to me until just now,' she lied. 'I mean, the idea of allowing Stuart to fuck me, as a consolation for you fucking Lydia, takes some getting used to.' 'I guess so,' he conceded. 'Look,' she offered quickly, before he had a change of heart and decided it was a bad idea, 'I'll tell you what we'll do. You do your, I'm-willing-if-you-are thing with Lydia and I'll try and work out what Stuart's reaction to it all is. I'll also think about whether I want to do it with him. Whatever the outcome, I think I might end up more than a little tipsy tonight. Now, are you ready?' They walked the half mile or so into the village. As Stuart pointed out, they could always take a taxi back if they needed to. The restaurant was small and surprisingly busy. After a thirty minute wait -- during which time they all had a couple of drinks, they were led to a tiny table that didn't look big enough for four plates, let alone glasses and cutlery. They squeezed themselves around it, sitting alongside their partners. Sally found herself facing Stuart with one of her legs in between his and one of his in between hers. She guessed Dave and Lydia had come to a similar arrangement when Lydia sucked in her breath sharply and then let out a dirty chuckle. 'I hope that's your knee and not some other part of your anatomy, Dave,' she grinned. 'Otherwise I could be in trouble!' Dave glanced worriedly from Lydia to Stuart and then to Sally. 'What?' he asked in some confusion. 'It's just that, the way we're sitting, Dave's knee is almost nudging... ' When Dave and looked blank, Stuart explained with a laugh. 'Lydia's not wearing panties.' 'More holiday rules?' Sally asked, with a grin. 'Absolutely,' Lydia nodded firmly. 'Stu's not wearing any underwear either, although it's not quite the same for a man.' 'We're not either,' Sally confided with a giggle. 'Only in our case, we often go out at home like this, too.' 'Really?' Stuart was definitely interested. 'We wouldn't dare. Imagine the headline in the local paper if anyone found out!' He squeezed Sally's thigh between his. She smiled back and did some squeezing of her own. Providing Dave plays things right, she thought, this could turn into an exciting evening. She decided a little prod wouldn't hurt. 'You know,' she said conversationally to the table in general although mainly to Stuart, 'I'd watch Dave, if I was you, I think he's got his eye on Lydia.' 'Why shouldn't he?' Stuart replied easily. 'She's worth looking at -- and so are you.' 'Here's a question,' Dave grinned. 'You're washed up on a desert island. The only other people there are Lydia and Sally. Assuming you had never met either of them before -- and they were willing, of course -- who would you go for?' 'By go for, do you mean, fuck?' Lydia asked innocently. 'Well, yeah.' 'Unfair question,' Stuart said, with a laugh. 'I mean, if I said Lydia, that would be insulting to Sally. But if I said Sally, Lydia would kill me once she got me alone.' 'True,' Lydia nodded. 'Which is why I'd have to say I'd try to fuck both of you,' Dave laughed. 'Good answer,' Stuart nodded. 'That's what I'd say, too.' 'Stuart Robinson, are you saying you'd like to fuck Sally?' Lydia demanded, with mock indignation. 'Put it this way,' he said quickly. 'If I'd met Sally before I met you, then I would definitely try to bed her.' 'What about you, Dave? If you weren't married to Sally, would you try to bed me?' Lydia smiled provocatively. 'Of course,' he grinned. 'In fact, even though I am married to Sally, I wouldn't mind trying to bed you.' Sally squealed indignantly and gave her husband a playful poke in the ribs before joining in the laughter. The conversation moved on to other subjects but Sally thought enough had been said to pave the way for possible developments. The disco barely qualified for the name. It consisted of two rooms, one a conventional bar, the other a dark and crowded oven with music turned up so loud it made Sally's teeth rattle. They lasted about an hour before staggering outside for some desperately needed fresh air. By that time Sally's shirt was wet through and was clinging, revealingly, to her body. In the gloom of the disco no-one would have been able to tell but now, in the brightly lit street, she felt everyone was looking at her. She could still feel little trickles of sweat trickling down between her breasts and buttocks and, looking at the others as they took deep, grateful breaths of the cool night air, she was thankful to note they were all in the same condition. Lydia carefully unstuck her T-shirt from her breasts and grinned at the others. 'Let's get back to the villas and jump in the pool.' 'Skinny-dipping?' Dave whooped enthusiastically. 'Let's go!' For Sally, the walk back to the little holiday development was spent reliving the last hour or so. The vibrations of the over-amplified bass and drums had pounded through her body causing her heart to race and setting up a sympathetic throbbing in her lower body. She had danced with both men and both of them had taken the opportunity of the darkness and enforced proximity to run their hands over her, evidently as aroused as she was. The memory of their rigid cocks pressing against her belly remained vivid in her mind. She hoped Lydia had had similar treatment and guessed she had. When they arrived at the poolside, Lydia wasted no time stripping off and diving in. Sally was right behind her and the two girls surfaced from their plunges and looked around for the men. Dave and Stuart were undressing rather sheepishly and Lydia was quick to spot the reason why. 'They've got stiffies!' she chortled. 'The randy buggers! Get in here, the water will dampen your ardour.' Dave and Stuart hastily finished undressing and, rather more carefully than usual, joined the girls in the pool. They splashed around for ten minutes or so before Lydia announced she was going to rinse off under the shower and make some coffee. 'Are you and Dave going to join us?' she asked, looking sleek and almost feline in the moonlight as the water streamed from her body. 'Just as soon as we've showered,' Sally assured her. The 'bathrooms' in the villas didn't actually contain baths. The walls and floor were tiled and there was a drain in the floor under the shower. If necessary, the sink, toilet and walls could be hosed down without having to worry about where the water would go. It also meant there was plenty of room for two under the shower and, as Sally rinsed the chlorine out of her hair, Dave fondled her breasts. She looked down at his stiff dick and giggled. 'I can see someone's feeling horny.' 'Are you saying you're not?' he grinned. 'If I'm honest,' she sighed, scraping her hair away from her face, 'I've been feeling horny ever since we got here -- and especially since we've hooked up with those randy solicitors.' 'Fancy doing something about it?' he leered. 'I thought you were saving this for Lydia?' she asked innocently, reaching out to start sliding her hand up and down the hot length of flesh. 'I'd like to,' he groaned, ' but the way I'm feeling, if we do get together with those two, I'd probably might spoil it by cumming too soon. I thought maybe you could help me out?' 'Pass me the soap, then.' She almost burst out laughing at the look on his face. He obviously thought she wanted to use the soap as a lubricant to jerk him off and, while she certainly intended to use the soap as a lubricant, it wasn't going to be for her hand. Turning off the shower, she squirted some of the liquid soap onto her hand and then coated his cock with it. Then she handed him the container and turned round to bend over, bracing herself against the wall. 'Go on then,' she said encouragingly, 'but don't be too long or they'll think we've changed our minds and fallen asleep.' 'God, you are feeling horny, aren't you?' he said, spreading the cheeks of her ass and applying some more of the soap before beginning his assault. 'It's this, "holiday rules" business,' she groaned, as he began to ease into her. 'Who would have thought I'd be encouraging you to fuck another woman?' 'Or that you'd be thinking about fucking another man?' he grunted, almost fully inside her. 'God, I'm coming just thinking about it!' she groaned. 'Go on, Dave, fuck me. Fuck my ass good and hard!' Dave, already on the edge of his orgasm, managed only a dozen or so thrusts before coming with a loud and heartfelt groan. Sally, feeling him explode, gave her clit a few quick, practised rubs and joined him, shuddering violently for several moments. Forcing herself to recover more quickly than she liked, she pulled away from him and turned the shower back on. 'Right, a quick clean up and then let's go.' Five minutes later, her hair still damp and dishevelled, she pulled on a cotton dress, fastened the three middle buttons and picked up her hair brush. 'Leave it as it is,' Dave urged her. 'You look terrific. With your boobs virtually hanging out, your dress open almost to your pussy and your hair all messed up you look like you've just been fucked and can't wait for your next one.' 'Which is true,' she giggled. 'Come on then.' The way Stuart stared at her as he ushered them in confirmed Dave's opinion. 'My God!' he breathed in admiration. 'You look so... so... ' 'Hot!' Lydia finished for him as she handed out the coffee. 'So do you,' Dave grinned. 'It seemed pointless getting dressed again at this time of night,' Lydia smiled her appreciation. 'You don't mind, do you?' She was wearing a T-shirt which barely covered her ass and, as she sat down on one of the room's two sofas, it was obvious it was the only thing she was wearing. 'Hell, no!' Dave replied, casually sitting down next to her. Stuart put a CD onto the portable stereo they had brought and the mellow sound of Van Morrison filled the air. Sally pricked up her ears at once. 'Oh, I love this album!' 'Would m'lady care to dance?' Stuart asked with mock gallantry. Sally promptly draped her arms around his neck and moved in close to shuffle with him in time to the music. Lydia looked at Dave and smiled. 'Do you want to dance?' 'No, after that disco, I'm all danced out.' He stretched his arm out along the back of the sofa, behind Lydia's head and gently stroked her hair. 'I'm happy to just sit here with you -- unless you want to dance?' 'No,' she said, half turning away from him to lean back against his side. 'This is fine, don't you think?' She took hold of his hand and pulled it down to her breast before resting one of her hands on his thigh. 'This is damn near perfect,' he replied, his fingers finding her nipple to tease it gently. Sally looked up at Stuart as his hands once again found their way to her ass. 'My husband seems to be fondling your wife's boobs,' she remarked. 'In that case, he can hardly object if I kiss you, can he?' he grinned. Sally kissed him back with enthusiasm, feeling a surge of damp heat in her cunt. Long before the kiss ended, she was ready to be fucked again but, as they paused for breath, she needed to be sure she wasn't misreading the situation. It was possible that Lydia might have nothing against some heavy flirting and a little bit of petting, but would draw the line at anything else. Sally didn't think that was the case, but hated the thought of the evening ending in acrimony. 'I think you ought to know, Lydia,' she said lightly, 'that your husband's just been kissing me.' 'I don't think I dare tell you what yours has been doing to me,' Lydia giggled, slightly breathlessly. Holiday Rules While Sally and Stuart had been kissing, Lydia had lifted her right leg up onto the sofa. Her left foot was still on the floor, resulting in her T-shirt riding up almost to her waist. Dave had taken full advantage of her position and was now gently fingering her. 'You need to watch him,' Sally warned. 'He can be pretty determined when he's feeling randy.' 'Too late, I'm afraid,' Lydia sighed. 'I think your husband's set on fucking me. Do you mind?' 'Not as long as your husband fucks me.' Sally looked hopefully up at Stuart again. 'You are going to fuck me, aren't you?' 'At least twice,' he promised, stepping back just long enough to undo the three buttons of her dress. 'That's all right then,' she giggled. She looked down at her body in mock surprise. 'Oh my! Now how did that happen?' Stuart laughed, spun her round and snuggled in close, his hands moving confidently up to cup her breasts. Sally laughed again and wriggled her ass against his erection. 'I've been thinking about you all day,' he murmured in her ear. 'Ever since last night, in fact.' After a quick glance to make sure Dave and Lydia weren't listening -- they weren't, Dave was helping her peel off her T-shirt, his exposed dick looking hot and swollen. They were too engrossed in each other to eavesdrop on anyone else's conversation. 'That was really naughty of you,' she giggled. 'I couldn't resist. You looked so sexy, playing with yourself like that.' 'Does Lydia know you've already fucked me?' 'Of course. Does Dave?' 'God no! He thinks I'm your consolation for letting him have Lydia. She won't say anything, will she?' 'I doubt it,' he said dryly. 'I rather think she has other things on her mind at the moment.' He turned them both around so they could watch Lydia sucking enthusiastically on Dave's dick. If Sally hadn't already been fully aroused, the sight of her husband being fellated would have done it. As it was, she could feel her juices trickling down the insides of her thighs. 'I've never really realised how rude that looks,' she said. 'I mean, taking a dick in your mouth...' 'There are ruder places,' he reminded her, letting go of one of her breasts so that he could play with her clit. 'Oh God,' she groaned, wondering if she could manage having her ass fucked again so soon. 'I told you I was going to fuck you at least twice. Do you want to go somewhere more private?' 'No, I want to watch my husband fucking your wife. Do me doggy style.' 'I want to eat you first,' he warned. 'Mmmm!' Sally quickly knelt on the rug in front of the sofa on which Dave and Lydia were now enjoying a noisy sixty-nine. She found it incredibly exciting to watch Dave licking Lydia's wide open cunt, while Stuart was doing exactly the same to hers. The sight of Dave's dick, sliding slowly into Lydia to her moans of appreciation, brought on her first orgasm. She had her second when Stuart copied Dave's actions and her third when she felt him cum inside her. Dave and Lydia finished seconds later and they all sat up to have a much needed drink. 'Your husband's good,' Lydia smiled. 'He can have me anytime.' 'Stuart's no slouch either,' Sally grinned. 'How long before he's ready to go again?' 'With a bit of encouragement, not long at all.' Once they'd finished their drinks, the women set about coaxing fresh erections from the men. If Sally had been asked as recently as a couple of days ago if she fancied the idea of having sex with a comparative stranger within feet of her husband and another woman she would have answered with an indignant denial. Yet here she was, doing just that and loving every second of it. The exhibitionist and voyeuristic elements added to the excitement of taking a lover and Sally couldn't remember when she'd enjoyed sex so much. Sucking a 'new' dick was always a thrill, the more so when doing it in front of her husband and she couldn't resist making it slip out of her mouth with popping noises, or giving exaggerated moans of pleasure when she licked Stuart's balls. She decided that being in a porn movie would be a similar sort of experience and immediately entered a fantasy in which that's exactly what she was doing. She imagined the camera zooming in on her cunt as she opened her legs wide and Stuart moved in to lick her cunt. But when Stuart started his slow invasion of her ass, there was no acting involved. She moaned and sighed and panted and cried as he fucked her slowly but steadily, enjoying a string of orgasms before he spurted his hot cum deep inside her. She recovered just in time to watch the last couple of minutes of Dave buggering Lydia -- which served to arouse her all over again. It took some time and all of her skill to tease Stuart hard enough for a last fuck, but she had the satisfaction of finishing him with her mouth which always made her feel really dirty. Then, after a last drink, Dave and Sally picked up their clothes, aid their goodbyes and walked round the pool to their own villa and straight into the shower. Once in bed, she snuggled up to Dave and, sighing contentedly she idly scratched his chest. 'I was right, wasn't I? Did you enjoy it?' 'You were right and it was amazing,' he nodded. 'No need to ask if you enjoyed yourself. For someone who had to be talked into it, you seemed happy enough.' 'Yeah, it didn't turn out too badly. Was Lydia good?' 'Very good,' he said, stifling a yawn. 'Very demanding. You'd never think she was a respectable solicitor.' 'Or him.' 'Speaking of Stuart, how was he?' 'Also good. What I liked best about him, was he had no problem licking me before he had me the second time. That's what I like about you. You were the first guy I'd had who didn't insist I cleaned up before you went back down there.' 'I just love licking your cunt -- dry, wet, clean or sticky, it doesn't matter to me. In fact, I wouldn't mind licking it again, right now.' 'Oh, God,' she groaned. 'Haven't you had enough?' 'Have you?' 'Well, maybe just a slow gentle one, to finish off a memorable evening.' 'My thoughts exactly! The question is though, what happens next?' 'What do you mean?' she asked, reaching for his dick. 'Well, was that just an interesting and enjoyable one-off, or would you be interested in repeating the experience?' 'Hmm, I see what you mean. The thing is, they're here for a few more days yet...' 'And it would be the height of rudeness to ignore them....' 'So I'm thinking,' she giggled, 'that it might be fun to play by their rules -- at least until they leave.' 'That's fine,' Dave replied thoughtfully. 'We had fun. Nobody got hurt, so why shouldn't we adopt the Holiday Rules too?' 'Exactly,' Sally agreed, feeling the familiar tingle between her thighs as Dave's dick began responding to her touch. 'The only thing is, our new found friends will be going home a week before us. So what do we do for the second week?' 'Oh,' she laughed confidently, sliding her hand up and down Dave's now fully erect dick, 'I'm sure we'll come up with something.' She smiled to herself, knowing it was now just a matter of time before Dave found himself suggesting they lived by the Holiday Rules for fifty-two weeks of the year, rather than just two.