11 comments/ 59897 views/ 22 favorites Holiday from Heaven By: syrettVII I met my wife Samantha at University when we were both 18 and although we are now 33 we've stayed in shape and our relationship is as strong as ever. I'm a white guy about 6 feet tall with an average build. Samantha is a stunning British Indian girl with an amazing figure and gorgeous brown skin. She stands 5 feet 2 inches tall and has a petite and supple body with amazing 32D tits. Our sex life has always been healthy and in the first few years of our relationship we regularly told each other our fantasies and, certainly from my perspective, the idea of showing off Samantha's body to other guys was a massive turn on. To an extent Samantha found it sexy too, although she was happy to restrict it to mild stuff like going topless on a beach and never showed any inclination to take it further. After a while the kinky stuff sort of ran out of steam and we returned to more conventional love-making Nevertheless, we managed to keep things interesting with sexy lingerie, different positions and a bit of light role play. Indeed, one theme which always remained strong was Samantha's submissiveness. She has always loved being controlled by me and has never minded calling me "master" or being told what to do during sex. Indeed, she is even happy to accept being fairly firmly spanked -- especially while giving me a blowjob. However, deep down I always wanted to try something more adventurous and as the years passed it became an increasing preoccupation for me. ***** It was in late Spring that I raised with Samantha the idea of taking a few days' break. It had been a long winter, we had both been pretty busy and I figured we deserved it. We could only take a few days out, however I looked online and found a mini-break in Marbella, Spain. The hotel looked great with nice rooms and a swimming pool and there was a pretty smart bar. I didn't want to spend ages checking different options for the sake of a 3 day break so I just went ahead and booked. Our hotel room came with a huge balcony and it was impossible not to imagine Samantha lying there topless on a sun bed ... or dream about having sex outside in the darkness after a few drinks. I therefore went online and bought a few items I thought might come in useful ... a tiny string-bikini with g-string bottoms and the shortest, tightest mini-dress with a plunging neck-line. I also packed some of Samantha's sexiest lingerie and a pair of 4 inch stilettos. ***** The day of the holiday finally arrived and after a morning of travelling we arrived at the hotel by taxi. Our room was every bit as great as we'd expected. We also took a walk around and found the outdoor swimming pool which was quite small and surrounded by sun beds. As we toured the hotel I noticed that nearly all the guests were young guys on group holidays or with stag parties. Samantha didn't seem to notice and certainly didn't say anything, but it had made me a bit uncomfortable noticing several of them taking a good look at Samantha as she walked around in her tight jeans. However, I decided not to mention anything to Samantha and, in any case, she was keen to get to the pool and enjoy some sunshine. By the time we had changed and got down to the pool it was about 2pm and most of the sun beds were taken. Samantha had put on her normal bikini which, while not particularly revealing, couldn't help but show off her tiny but fantastic figure. Indeed, whether she was sitting up reading her book or lying on her front closing her eyes, it was blindingly obvious that most of the guys round the pool were eying her up. They all had sunglasses on -- supposedly to disguise their eyes -- but on the couple of occasions she turned over or went to retrieve something from her bag, the movements of their heads just made it so obvious. For me, it was an odd feeling and I definitely felt some annoyance and jealousy; but above all it was a massive turn-on and if anything I wanted to give these guys a bit more of Samantha's flesh to enjoy. I eventually decided I would put some sun cream on her and, whilst doing so, I would move her bikini bottoms so they showed off her ass. However, infuriatingly as I made my move she sat up and suggested we grab some food before going out for a drink. ***** We were pretty tired from travelling so we decided to keep things low-key for dinner. Therefore, Samantha put on some tight fitted jeans and a simple top. It was obvious she had chosen it with me in mind because it shaped nicely around her tits and showed her cleavage, but it was nothing too revealing. She just looked gorgeous We had some dinner and wandered to the bar for drinks. The moment we walked in we could tell our plans for a quiet night weren't going to happen. It was packed with young guys preparing for a night of serious drinking and things were getting pretty loud. I was ready to give it a miss but Samantha told me to chill out and relax -- we would just do some people-watching, have a few drinks and get back to our room. In the end, we started enjoying ourselves. The guys were all pretty harmless -- mostly in their early twenties and no real trouble. As with most male groups there were established hierarchies with the loudest ones calling the shots. However, it was one of the quiet ones who caught my attention because, although he was sitting about 20 yards away, he could not take his eyes off Samantha. I actually remembered him from the pool and it was obvious that he fancied her like crazy. I smiled to myself. The poor guy would probably spend his whole holiday fancying girls and missing out either because they were married like Samantha, or because his friends beat him to the prize. Eventually I told Samantha that needed the bathroom and suggested we returned to our room afterwards. Samantha said this was fine so I wandered off. There was a bit of a queue so it was about ten minutes before I returned and I was frankly amazed to see Samantha sitting on her stool laughing with the quiet guy who, by the collection of pints he was balancing, had clearly timed his trip to the bar with my absence. I didn't feel remotely threatened or annoyed -- rather I was impressed with his canny approach. However, as he saw me approaching he made an excuse and continued towards his mates. As I sat down I jokingly said to Samantha "so you've met someone already then?" Samantha just laughed and said "he's called James and he's on his mate's stag do ... are you feeling a bit jealous honey?" I rolled my eyes and pretended that I didn't care. However, that evening as Samantha and I made love, I whispered in her ear that James obviously fancied her and had spent most of the afternoon checking out her body in her bikini. Instead of laughing Samantha closed her eyes and said "maybe I should show him a bit more tomorrow ... would you like that?" I replied that I'd love it and proceeded to tell her my fantasy about her being topless by the pool. Samantha came in no time, so it was obvious the idea turned her on too. ***** The next morning I woke before Samantha and went straight to my suitcase to retrieve the bikini I had bought for her. I placed it on the edge of the bath and quietly returned to bed. When Samantha finally awoke she cuddled up to me, smiling at the memory of our passions the night before. As she gradually came round I held her tight and whispered in her ear that her clothes for the day were waiting in the bathroom. Samantha's eyes widened and she gently pushed her butt into me as she replied "presumably it's a pretty revealing outfit, so if I agree to wear it then you'd better not change your mind .... this is your only chance to pull out." I wondered why she was saying this, so I just replied "of course I won't change my mind, you just be a good girl and get ready." Samantha went into the bathroom and about 15 minutes later emerged looking incredible. The bikini bottoms completely revealed her amazing ass and the top only just covered her nipples and perfectly showed the size and roundness of her tits. The pale blue colour perfectly offset her brown skin and, with her make-up and hair done perfectly she looked the sexiest I had ever seen her. I lost all notion of taking her down to the pool; rather I just wanted to fuck her senseless there and then. However, as I went to take hold of her Samantha pushed me away saying "I don't think so buddy -- we've got sunbathing to do." Thankfully Samantha wrapped a short sarong around her waist before walking through the hotel reception, but the top alone was enough to make every single guy blatantly turn his head to watch as this stunning Indian girl walked confidently to the pool. I walked behind her savouring the sight of her tight ass wiggling and looking forward to later when I would enjoy her properly. We arrived at the pool and rather than waiting to check with me where we should sit, Samantha walked straight over to a pair of sun beds in the far corner of the pool. This meant we had to walk around the pool and past the groups of guys to get there. The sun beds were also visible to everyone in the pool area. When we finally arrived, Samantha settled down and gave me a huge smile ... she was obviously loving it. I sat down next to her, leaned over and whispered "ok, fair enough -- you've made your point ... now let's calm things down a little." However, to my amazement Samantha turned away, got her sunglasses from her bag and without looking at me replied "you wanted this baby ... now you'll just have to sit back and enjoy it." I had no choice. I sat up on my sun bed and tried to conceal the evidence of my rapidly swelling cock as Samantha turned on her front, slowly undid her sarong and then slipped it from under her ... revealing her perfect ass to the whole pool. Them as practically every guy adjusted to take a look, she reached behind, undid her bikini and raised herself onto her elbows as she removed it -- giving me the perfect view of her wonderful tits before settling on her front. As the only girl in the pool area, it was obvious that the young guys were using Samantha as their sole source of entertainment. There was nothing I could do to stop them wandering past our sun beds for no obvious reason apart from to ogle my wife. Similarly, I could do nothing to stop them taking photos of each other with Samantha's almost-naked ass clearly in the background. Despite being seriously unsettled by the loss of control, it was definitely the most turned on I had ever been. ***** Things got even crazier about twenty minutes later when I heard Samantha stirring next to me. As I looked round I saw that she had raised herself up onto her elbows again and, without making any effort to replace her bikini top, she turned onto her back and revealed her amazing brown tits to every guy in the pool. Samantha then pulled herself up onto her knees and started adjusting her hair so her arms were raised and her perfect body could be appreciated by everyone. I was dumbstruck and didn't even answer when Samantha asked me if the pool was warm. I guess she was expecting this because, as quick as you like, she said "ok, if you've lost your tongue I'll go and check for myself" and, totally topless and wearing only a g-string, wandered over to the pool and dipped her toe in. For the rest of the afternoon Samantha paraded herself for all the young guys and, after a while, I started to get used to it. It was amazing to see how sexy she was and I realised that while the other men might enjoy looking at her, it was me who would truly enjoy her later. Therefore I decided to relax and enjoy the fulfilment of a long-held fantasy. Eventually I had to go to the bathroom and, since all the urinals were disgusting I found myself a barely acceptable cubicle. As I stood there about to pee, I heard a couple of guys come into the toilets. I had left the cubicle door slightly ajar so, since they couldn't see me, they probably figured they were alone. This might explain their shocking conversation: "Have you seen the tits on that Indian girl?" said the first guy ... "yes, she's amazing -- a total fucking slut" replied his friend. I froze. On the one hand it was terrible hearing Samantha being spoken about in such a way ... on the other hand it was a massive turn on. The first guy carried on "James is fucking obsessed with her, but its no good giving him tits like that to play with .. he's never touched a pair in his life." I returned to Samantha with these words ringing in my ears and a massive hard-on in my shorts. ***** We got back to our room about 6pm and I was expecting a sex session straight away. However Samantha said "I want to tease you some more ... lets go and get some drinks." This was fine with me and I had a gift in my suitcase perfect for the occasion ... the tiny mini-dress. I therefore retrieved it and, as with the bikini, laid it out in the bathroom for Samantha. When Samantha emerged from the bathroom I couldn't believe my eyes ... she looked like a complete slut and I just loved it. The dress barely covered her tits and you could see her hard nipples through the thin fabric; however the best part was the tightness around her ass and the fact that it barely covered the g-string she was wearing underneath. The 4 inch stilettos completed the picture. "Are you seriously going out wearing that?" I asked. Samantha replied "honey, every guy in this hotel has seen me practically naked so it doesn't really matter ... let's just have fun." ***** We walked down to the hotel restaurant and found ourselves pretty much alone. This was mainly because the young guys were already getting hammered in the bar ... we could see them from our table. However it gave us a chance to talk. Our food arrived pretty quickly and, as we ate, Samantha looked at me and said "if you're not happy with all this please just say." I told her it was fine -- in fact I was enjoying it. However, Samantha persisted in her reassurance, telling me that the whole thing was just a crazy holiday adventure and, while she was massively turned on by it, she didn't want to jeopardise our marriage. It was nice to hear but I was worried the dose of reality would douse the magic, so I told her "that quiet guy James is crazy about you." Samantha asked how I knew so I told her about the incident in the gents ... toning down the language slightly but conveying the key message that James was totally inexperienced but utterly obsessed with the sexy Indian girl with the amazing tits. Samantha smiled and said "maybe I should show him a thing or two." I could sense her waiting for me to laugh or get annoyed, but instead I said "why not ... if you fancy it ... as you said, it won't change our marriage." Now it was me waiting for Samantha to get annoyed, but she simply paused for what felt like a lifetime before saying "would you mind?" This was my chance to stop things. After 15 years was I really going to let my wife be with another guy? Perhaps it was the wine we'd drunk, but eventually I replied "I'd love it." "Ok" said Samantha "if you're sure ... leave it with me." ***** After dinner we wandered over to the bar where the night was in full swing. As usual, the guys made no secret of eying up Samantha and, as usual, she made it easy for them ... wiggling her firm ass over to a stool near the bar and sitting nice and high up with her legs crossed over. We had a few drinks and, after about thirty minutes Samantha said, why don't you pop to the bathroom honey ... give me ten minutes." I wandered off feeling slightly light-headed ... I had no idea what was in store, but I had a feeling it was going to be crazy. This time there was no queue so I had to hang around checking my watch for ten minutes to pass. Time seemed to slow to a halt but eventually I was able to return to my wife and, to no particular surprise, James was standing there, leaning against the bar, chatting away to her. I sauntered over and Samantha flashed her smile at me saying "hi honey, this is James ... James, meet my husband." I shook hands with James and stood like an idiot as Samantha carried on chatting to him about nothing in particular. In fact, I was worried the conversation might grind to a halt when Samantha suddenly checked her bag and said "Oh my god ... I've left my purse at the restaurant in town ... seriously honey you'd better go and fetch it because we're leaving first thing tomorrow." Obviously we hadn't been to a restaurant in town, but James didn't know this and Samantha was clearly telling me to get the Hell out of the bar. Despite sort of expecting something like this to happen, the suddenness of it threw me. My wife was actually telling me to disappear so she could get together with some other guy ... the whole reality hit me like a train. However, I had gone this far and I couldn't stop ... I was in a dream so I simply said "it will take ages to get a cab, I'm gonna be at least an hour ... I'd better go now before they close." Samantha said "no worries baby ... I'll chat to James a bit more then wander back to the room." A minute later I was gone. ***** We hadn't planned the next step but there was no way I was leaving Samantha alone in our room with James ... assuming that was where they would end up. I therefore went back to our room and, after frantically checking every possible option, figured that the cupboard containing the ironing board and dressing gowns was the best hiding place. The darkness inside concealed me, whilst giving me a perfect view of the whole room. There was no need to hide immediately so I went out onto our balcony and looked over to the bar. I guess Samantha didn't want to be seen openly cheating on her husband so she emerged fairly quickly, followed at a short distance by James. They were obviously heading in the direction of the stairs up to our room. ***** I ducked into my hiding place and waited. My feelings were so complex ... excitement and arousal like I've never experienced, but equally jealously and fear. I welled in these emotions until I saw the door open and Samantha and James walk in together. Samantha was glancing around -- probably trying to spot where I might be -- but clearly she couldn't arouse James' suspicions. James, on the other hand, didn't seem suspicious at all ... he just seemed overcome. He stood like an idiot in the middle of the room, obviously not knowing what to do. Samantha took one of the armchairs and pulled it into the middle of the room and said to James "sit down sweetie; you just need to relax and enjoy yourself." James sat down on the chair and Samantha wandered over the music system, putting on a blues track. Samantha then returned to James and, facing him, started swaying gently to the music, moving her hips and giving him her gorgeous smile. Very slowly she turned round and bent over for him, allowing her dress to ride up and show her ass and g-string. At the same time she removed the straps of her dress from her shoulders and, as she stood up, allowed it to fall to the ground. James' eyes were fixed on her amazing ass, but of course we knew that his real obsession were her beautiful Indian tits, so it was no surprise when a faint "oh my God" emerged from his lips as she turned round and revealed them to him. Samantha walked up to James, turned around, and straddled him with her back to him. She then took his hands and pulled them to her tits, stroking his fingers as he squeezed her nipples. I could see that Samantha was gently grinding her ass into James crotch and, as she did so, she leaned round and whispered "take control baby ... tell me what to do." I couldn't handle this ... Samantha was begging another man to take control of her and my cock just ached. James, however, knew this was his moment and he wasn't about to waste it. He therefore uttered the words he had probably always dreamed of ... "get on your knees and suck my cock" ... Holiday from Heaven Ch. 02 Readers of Chapter 01 will know that my wife Samantha is a stunning, British Indian girl with an amazing figure and gorgeous brown skin. She stands 5 feet 2 inches tall and has a petite, supple body and amazing 32D tits. I'm a white guy about 6 feet fall with an average build. We are both 35 years old. In Chapter 01 I told readers about our wonderful marriage which has been going strong for 15 years, partly due to our willingness to explore our fantasies. Chapter 01 was all about the fulfilment of one of these fantasies. I told the story of an amazing holiday in Marbella when I let Samantha fuck another guy while I hid in our hotel room and watched. It was an incredible experience and I told Samantha straight away that I wanted to repeat it. Samantha was non-committal, leaving me wondering whether it would remain a one-off or the start of a new way of life. ***** After our holiday in Marbella, Samantha and I returned home to the UK and found our marriage was better than ever. Our sex life was incredible and Samantha worked harder than ever to keep her amazing figure. We never really discussed the experience we'd shared but it was obvious that the attention she had received on holiday had made her realise she was seriously hot. Personally, I felt like I'd been on a dangerous adventure and lived to tell the tale. Sure, Samantha had assured me beforehand that it wouldn't affect our marriage, but neither of us could have been certain about this. There was no question that letting Samantha fuck another guy had been a massive risk and, fortunately, I'd got away with it. ***** I desperately wanted to repeat the experience but it was difficult to raise the subject. For weeks I tried to find the courage to mention my desires and, on occasions, I came close. However, it eventually occurred to me that Marbella had not been planned; it had just happened. Therefore, my best chance of repeating the experience was to organise a similar trip and hope that events took over. ***** I decided that organising another sunshine break would be too obvious and, in any case, it might end up being a poor imitation of Marbella. Therefore, I went for something completely different. Samantha had often mentioned how she'd love to go to London and enjoy the city without the pressure of catching our last train home. Therefore I looked online for hotel deals and found a great place on the river near the Tower of London. In the end I spent £350 for one night in a mini-suite overlooking the bridge. It was expensive but I knew the atmosphere had to be right and a classy hotel would be a crucial factor. ***** When I told Samantha about the booking she was thrilled. She said she couldn't wait to spend a night on the town with me and said her main difficulty would be staying sober enough to enjoy the hotel room. Samantha's happiness gave me a surge of confidence and I found myself saying, "maybe we could have another crazy night." Samantha smiled but to my disappointment replied, "honey, Marbella was really cool but let's just make it you and me this time." It was the first time we'd openly talked about Marbella and, while Samantha had made it clear from the outset that a repeat was not guaranteed, it was hard not to feel crestfallen. I was still looking forward to a night out with Samantha, but the exhilaration had gone. Samantha could probably tell I was disappointed so she tried to lighten the mood and said, "hey, but should you still get me something nice and sexy to wear for you in the suite." ***** Later that evening I went online and started looking for an outfit. I knew Samantha liked to keep things classy, but I figured she wouldn't mind wearing something totally crazy since we'd be alone. I settled on a black dress which barely covered anything. The top half was halter-neck with a plunging neckline. The model on the image had her tits revealed both at the cleavage and also down the sides. Only the nipples were really covered. Her entire back was naked and the dress was so short and tight it barely covered her ass. The model looked like a complete slut and since Samantha's tits were bigger I reckoned she would look even better. I finished my purchases with a tiny pink g-string and a pair of 4 inch stilettoes. Despite knowing that the evening wouldn't be as crazy as Marbella, I still couldn't wait to see my gorgeous wife dressed like a hooker for my pleasure. ***** When the day finally arrived, we made our way into London by mid-afternoon. By the time we'd seen a few sights and checked into the hotel it was 6pm. This gave us an hour to get ready before making our way to dinner at 7pm. Samantha loved the room and spent ages checking all the gadgets and taking photos of the bridge. It was great to see her so happy. She was also getting pretty affectionate and, as I sat checking my phone messages, came up behind me and wrapped her arms around my neck. As I leaned back into her she said, "have you bought me something nice and sexy for later?" I smiled and told her that I'd bought something a little crazier than last time. Samantha told me that she wanted to see it now, so she had time to get nice and excited during dinner. I therefore went into our bedroom and laid it on the bed. Samantha walked in, gave me a wink with her beautiful eyes and asked if she should try it on. I happily agreed and returned to the living room to wait. ***** After fifteen minutes Samantha emerged from the bedroom looking incredible. The dress was so revealing it was unbelievable. The neckline was so plunging it barely covered her nipples and with her back totally naked the sides of her amazing round tits were also on show. The dress was so short it barely covered her ass. Indeed, as she walked towards me I caught a glimpse of her pink g-string. The stilettos completed the picture beautifully. Samantha looked like a complete and utter slut, but so, so sexy. The only problem was that Samantha looked totally pissed off. I asked her what was wrong and she replied, "honey, I thought we were going to have a sexy and classy night together, but obviously you're more interested in dressing me up like a hooker." I told her that she looked amazing and, since it was just the two of us, what was the harm in her wearing something really revealing. Samantha seemed to think I'd missed the point. "Honey, this isn't just a sexy little mini-dress like the one I wore in Marbella. This is an outfit for prostitute, which means that's how you see me." I told her she was totally wrong, but when Samantha is annoyed she gets very stubborn and she just wouldn't listen. Instead, she walked quickly towards the main door and said, "come on then, let's go" before walking out into the hotel corridor. ***** I was totally thrown. I jumped up, grabbed my wallet and jacket and ran down the corridor after her. Samantha was already about twenty yards away, walking quickly towards the lift with her tight butt cheeks just visible below the bottom of her skirt. I caught up with her as she pressed the button for the lift and told her to calm down and come back. However, Samantha turned to me with a furious look on her face and said, "you don't decide what happens tonight. You want a fucking slut for a wife well you can have one. See how you like it when you don't make the rules. Now, unless you want a fucking screaming row in this corridor then I suggest you get in the lift and we can go for dinner." ***** I had reserved a restaurant a short way across town but it was way too cold to walk -- especially with Samantha wearing so little. Therefore, we got a cab and during the journey Samantha started to calm down. She tried to avoid my eye, but after a few minutes I could tell she wanted to smile. Eventually, I poked her gently in the ribs and she couldn't help but laugh. "I'm still pissed off with you" she said "It's not my fault I find you sexy" I whispered back. It was obvious the mood had changed so I suggested we returned to our room. However Samantha shook her head and said, "I forgive you for dressing me like this, but you've still got to learn a lesson otherwise you'll keep doing this sort of thing. You need to know how it feels to lose control ... then you'll stop being so careless with our marriage." I nodded, but started feeling very uncomfortable. ***** The taxi parked right outside the restaurant and I got out first so I could hand Samantha down to the pavement. Her dress was so ridiculously short that the g-string was totally on show as she stepped down. She tried to pull the dress down as we walked in but it was pointless. Samantha was totally on show and every male pair of eyes in the restaurant turned to look at her. In the fifteen years I've been with Samantha I've always been struck by the attention she draws when she wears revealing clothes. I think it's partly because she's sexy by any standard, but also because she's Indian and it's relatively rare to see Indian girls dress revealingly. It's a shame because their beautiful skin tones are perfect for sexy outfits. Either way, Samantha was the centre of attention as she sat down at our table. ***** Fortunately our table was fairly secluded in the corner so it was impossible for guys to ogle her too obviously -- especially those in couples. Eventually I started to relax and, once we had ordered our food, I felt capable of normal conversation. I was still unnerved by the suddenness of Samantha's earlier fit of anger. One minute she had wanted a private night with just the two of us and now she was parading herself like never before. I didn't get it. I realised she was offended by my choice of outfit, but her reaction made no sense. I stuck out my neck and told her this. Samantha replied, "you've got to understand that I'm not your toy. Marbella was amazing but it was totally on your terms and you effectively pimped me out. I loved turning you on and, as a one-off, it was great. However, it's obvious from this outfit that you're now addicted to kinky sex and I need to find a way of curing you ... otherwise it's going to damage our marriage." I replied, "ok, so maybe I've become a bit obsessed with crazy sex, but I don't see how you're going to cure me by wearing that outfit in public." Samantha paused for a long time before saying, "let me explain it another way. When I was a kid my dad caught me smoking. I had only smoked a few from the packet but, as a punishment, he made me smoke all the remaining cigarettes in one go. I never forgot how ill I felt and it's the main reason I never smoked again. Therefore, tonight I'm going to give you an overdose of your kinky games. I'm not sure exactly what's going to happen, but by the end I reckon you'll want our normal sex life back." For the rest of the dinner I tried to block out the knowledge that the other diners probably thought I was hanging out with an exotic hooker. Fortunately, the table was pretty secluded and as we made our way through a couple of bottles of wine my self-consciousness began to ease. I still felt pretty uncomfortable about what the evening held in store; however having sorted my argument with Samantha I decided to roll with things and try to have a good time. ***** We drank a fair bit of wine during dinner and, after paying the bill, we walked rather unsteadily into the cold air and hailed a taxi. I suggested we go straight back to the hotel, but Samantha told me she fancied another quick drink. I pointed out her unfortunate attire and she laughed and said we'd just have to find a dive bar in Soho where should wouldn't look out of place. I had once lived in London and knew a place called the Sugar Bar where pretty much anything went. There was an active gay crowd but they also welcomed straight couples. I figured that a chilled-out bar full of couples and gay men was just about the perfect place. ***** We arrived at the Sugar Bar and the bouncer waived us straight in. Nobody really took any notice of Samantha's lack of clothes, mainly because the guys were more interested in each other. We therefore took up places at the bar and ordered a few cocktails. Against all the odds it was turning into a great night. There was a really friendly vibe and we happily chatted to loads of people. It wasn't long before I fell into conversation with a couple of guys who told me they were probably the only single, straight guys in the bar. I asked them what a pair of single, straight guys were doing in the Sugar Bar. They said that they were visiting from Manchester and didn't really have a clue where to go drinking in London. They'd chanced upon the Sugar Bar thinking it was a girlie bar due it its basement location. They introduced themselves as Toby and Darius. Toby was a really open and friendly guy whereas Darius was slightly remote and less talkative. However, they were decent company and a bit more on my wavelength than the gay guys, so I chatted with them for a while. I eventually introduced them to Samantha who was her usual friendly self. Indeed, she seemed to get on very well with Toby and spoke with him for ages. She seemed less sure about Darius and it occurred to me that this might be connected with the fact that Toby was much better looking. Toby had a chiselled face, stood at over 6 feet tall and possessed a great physique, whereas Darius was shorter, pale-faced and pretty overweight. ***** It was 1am by the time the Sugar Bar started winding down and we wandered into the street looking for final drinking stop before heading back to the hotel. However, everywhere was packed and full of pissed people staggering around. I was also aware that the Sugar Bar was pretty unique and Samantha would attract some unwanted attention if she went anywhere else dressed as she was. We therefore decided to make our way back to the hotel and went to say goodbye to Toby and Darius. They were standing in the street looking lost and, as I approached him, Toby said, "we're just looking for somewhere to have a final nightcap before heading back, but I guess we're not in luck." "Where are you staying?" said Samantha "Some shitty place in Old Street." Replied Toby Samantha gave Toby a sympathetic look and said, "our hotel is on the way to Old Street and we're planning a nightcap too, so why don't you come for a quick drink out our hotel and you can then make your way home." Toby smiled. "Thanks so much, that's a great idea." We piled into a taxi and started driving towards our hotel. ***** I could tell Samantha was drunk and she was obviously avoiding eye contact with me. However, I just had to understand what was happening. The London taxi was pretty cramped. Samantha and I were sitting in the forward facing seats and Toby and Darius in the fold-down seats with their back to the driver. This not only enabled them blatantly gaze up Samantha's dress, but it meant they could hear everything we were saying. It was odd and awkward. However, eventually Toby and Darius started spotting a few sights and talking to each other. This gave me the chance to lean over and whisper in Samantha's ear, "what are we doing here?" Samantha looked me straight in the eye and said, "I'm just going with the flow, honey ... I'm afraid you're not controlling things this time." Then she shifted her body away from me, which made it obvious that our conversation was at an end. ***** We eventually arrived at the hotel and made our way up to our room. Samatha and I were holding hands with Toby and Darius a few feet behind. It was somewhat awkward as we stood silently in the lift, but as I opened the door to our suite Samantha's perfect manners took over. The living area of our suite had a sofa and armchair facing each other, with a coffee table in between. Samantha showed Toby and Darius to the sofa, me to the armchair and asked everyone if they wanted a beer. Toby was sitting politely like a schoolboy, whereas Darius was slumped backwards in his seat with a sneering look on his face. However, Samantha treated them both with the same courtesy as she poured their beers into glasses and leaned down to place them on the coffee table ... giving them a perfect view of her cleavage Samantha then came and stood next to me with her arm on my headrest, which enabled me to stroke her beautiful ass through her tiny dress. As the guys sipped their drinks Samantha said, "so what sort of night were you guys hoping for?" "We fancied a few beers and then a strip club" replied Darius. "You must be very disappointed" said Samantha. "It's ok, we've enjoyed hanging out with you guys" said Toby diplomatically. "Yes, but it seems a shame for you to miss out" persisted Samantha, "I think we should try and give you something by which to remember your trip to London." At this point, Samantha looked down at me and said, "if its ok with you honey, I'd like to do a little dance for these guys so they don't miss out completely." I was loving this. Samantha was obviously totally comfortable with the notion of stripping for these guys and, from my perspective, it was a delicious thought. I would get to see her amazing Indian body and, whilst Toby and Darius would go home frustrated, I would get to enjoy her later. I therefore replied, "that's cool with me." ***** Samantha went over to the sound system and selected an R&B track. She then carefully climbed onto the coffee table, which was solid wood and more than capable of holding her tiny frame. She looked down at me, Toby and Darius and then started to dance slowly to the music; swaying her hips and running her hands down her body. She then walked to the edge of the coffee table nearest to me and smiled as she leaned forward and let me gaze at her beautiful cleavage. She then turned around and, keeping her legs together, bent right over so her dress rode up over her g-ing and gave me a perfect close-up view of her amazing ass. Samantha then slowly bent her knees so she was on all fours with her ass pointing towards me, before opening her legs and looking back towards me ... as if inviting me to get up and take her from behind. My cock was aching as she crawled away from me towards Toby and Darius on the other side of the table. They had been busy copping an eyeful of her cleavage as she put on a show for me, so they were pretty turned on. However, they still gasped when she turned round and presented them with the same close-up view of her ass, with her legs spread wide apart. Samantha gently moved her ass up and down for Toby and Darius, while flicking the straps of her dress from her shoulders. Then, as she rose up into a kneeling position, she let the dress fall so she was totally topless. Since she was facing me, I got the first view of her beautiful tits, but she quickly turned around to give Toby and Darius the same enjoyment. I could see from behind that Samantha was pulling and tugging on her nipples with one hand as she pulled the dress down over her ass with the other. Samantha then stood up wearing only her g-string and stilettoes and continued dancing for us. She stayed dancing for what felt like an age, while me, Toby and Darius just watched her -- occasionally rubbing our cocks through our trousers. Eventually, Samantha figured we'd suffered enough and hooked her fingers through the sides of her g-string. She then turned to face me and slowly pulled the g-string down so it rested around her thighs, before bending over and spreading her legs as far as the elastic would allow. She looked like a total slut and Toby and Darius had the perfect view of her naked ass and wet pussy. I, on the other hand, had the benefit of her beautiful face as she smiled at me whilst squeezing her nipples. Holiday from Heaven Ch. 02 Without adjusting the g-string from around her thighs, Samantha then stepped off the coffee table and walked up to me. She kneeled down in front of me and started undoing my trousers as she gazed into my eyes. As she unbuttoned by boxer shorts my cock sprang free and Samantha gently took it in her hand. She then proceeded to wank me off with perfect technique while moving her ass for the pleasure of Toby and Darius. I expected a blowjob, but Samantha moved away after just a minute and walked towards Toby. I was then forced to watch while Samantha kneeled before him and carefully undid his trousers to release his bulging cock, which was similar in size to my own. Toby closed his eyes while Samantha wanked him off. Darius meanwhile leaned forward and, without asking for permission from anyone, started running his hand over Samantha's ass. He seemed to see her as a bit of meat to be used for his pleasure and I expected Samantha to bat him down. However, she did nothing. She just carried on wanking Toby while Darius ran his hands up her thighs and all over her ass. Eventually, Darius moved his fingers towards Samantha's pussy and, whilst spreading her ass cheeks with one hand, started fingering her with the other. As this point, Samantha did stop him. However, she did so by pushing his hand away, making him lean back into his chair and then walking on her knees so she was in front of him. Samantha gently got his cock out, which to my annoyance was the longest and thickest of all, and wanked him with both hands. However, Darius seemed to have earned extra favours through his disrespectful attitude and Samantha also gave him the pleasure of wanking him between her beautiful tits. Darius just leaned back and looked smug. After pleasuring Darius for a good few minutes, Samantha rose to her feet and looked around. I had no idea what to expect next. I wasn't in control. ***** Samantha walked slowly over to me. Her g-string was still around her thighs so she peeled it down her legs as she walked and, as she stood in front of me, let it fall to the floor. Samantha was now naked apart from her stilettoes. Retaining eye contact the whole time, Samantha straddled me. I pulled her close and kissed her deeply. I've always loved the feel of her tongue against mine and this was no exception. I ran my hands over her body and just enjoyed the feel of my beautiful Indian wife. Eventually Samantha pulled away and turned her body around so her back was against my chest. I grabbed handfuls of her tits while she reached behind and wanked my cock. I was already rock hard and Samantha could obviously feel me nudging against her ass. Therefore, she rose slightly from her position, moved her pussy onto me and sank down onto my full length. Samantha's pussy was warm and soaking as she slowly moved herself up and down. Although I'd fucked Samantha countless times I never tired of feeling her supple body moving so beautifully. I took hold of her hips and controlled the speed of our movements, while Samantha twisted her hips every time I penetrated her to increase my pleasure. After a while I was ready to increase the tempo but Samantha refused to be hurried. Therefore I held her firmly and, without withdrawing my cock from her pussy, slowly stood up and forced her to bend over in front of me with her legs wide apart. Samantha's 4 inch heels meant her ass was at a perfect height for me to stand and fuck her. Of course, it wasn't easy for her to balance, but I was holding her firmly and this gave her no choice but to lean down and hold onto her ankles while I pumped her as hard as I could. I was in a dream and barely noticed the other guys in the room. Both of them had their cocks in their hands and were transfixed on the petite Indian beauty getting thoroughly fucked. Eventually, Darius couldn't handle it anymore and got up from his seat. He didn't even look at me as he approached Samantha, took a handful of her hair and pulled her head up. Samantha squealed at the pain and I guess I should have done something, but I was transfixed with my own pleasure and, in any case, as she saw Darius standing in front of her she didn't hesitate to lick his thigh as he pulled her head up towards his cock. As Samantha braced herself by gripping Darius' thighs, he tightened his grip of her hair and thrust her mouth down onto her swollen cock. Darius held her tight has he bucked his hips and fucked her mouth. I maintained a similar tempo in her pussy and Samantha's whole body quivered as she was spit-roasted like a slut. It was a hard position for Samantha to hold and eventually I felt her legs starting to shake. I therefore slowly pulled my cock from her pussy and said, "let's move her onto the table." My idea was that Samantha could kneel on all fours and Darius and I could get back to spit-roasting her. Darius had a similar idea but asserted himself in a somewhat less respectful way. Without removing his cock from Samantha's mouth he backed towards the table and forced Samantha to walk in a bent-over position, blowing him the whole time. She was gagging furiously but made no serious attempt to push him away; rather she obediently allowed herself to be led and then climbed onto the table while I walked behind her. As Samantha knelt on the table sucking Darius, her ass was beautifully positioned to be fucked. However, to my amazement she moved on her knees so instead of pointing her wet pussy towards me, she was showing it to Toby. Samantha then spread her legs wide and made it totally obvious that she wanted him to fuck her. Toby needed no second invitation and positioned himself behind Samantha. Then, as he held her hips tight, he drove his cock inside her and immediately matched the tempo of Darius fucking her mouth. I returned to my armchair, both appalled and exhilarated at the sight. My beautiful wife was on all fours on a coffee table while two random guys stood and double-fucked her Darius and Toby continued pumping Samantha for what seemed like and age. Neither of them showed any sign of cumming and I wondered how long Samantha could handle it for. It was therefore a slight relief when Darius looked over a Toby and said, "I suppose we'd better let her husband cum in her first." ***** Once Darius and Toby had pulled their cocks from Samantha's pussy and mouth, she climbed slowly down from the table and knelt on the floor. I rose from my chair, walked over to her and steered my cock into her mouth. Samantha has amazing oral skills and I was in heaven as she took my full length down her throat. However, it was also an unusual experience because Samantha was totally business-like in her approach. Indeed, rather than teasing me and taking her time, Samantha rose up on her knees, fixed her gorgeous eyes on mine and sucked me deeply and with a steady rhythm. After so many years she knew exactly what to do and pressed her thumb between my balls to give me the ultimate in sensation. A couple of times I tried to pull away in order to make the experience last, but Samantha was having none of it. She wrapped her tiny fist around my cock and wanked me gently as I moved in and out of her mouth. It was just impossible to hold back and in a matter of minutes I felt my balls tighten and I released a massive load straight into Samantha's mouth. As she felt me cumming, she forced my cock into her throat, meaning I came straight into her stomach while watching her neck muscles pulsating as she processed my load. After cumming I found I could barely stand, but Samantha made me wait while she licked my cock up its entire length, eating the remaining strings of saliva and cum. Finally, she sensually kissed the tip and looked up and winked at me. I took this as the queue to stagger back and collapse into my chair. Samantha stayed kneeling and gently licked each of her fingers as she looked between Toby and Darius. She was clearly deciding who she would service next. ***** Samantha made her decision and crawled up to Toby and, while looking into his eyes, ran her hands up his thighs. She then gently kissed the inside of his legs, moving up until her cheek brushed against his balls. She then started licking his balls, running her tongue all over them before taking them in her mouth one by one and gently sucking them. Toby was in Heaven and leaned back while Samantha moved her tongue off his balls and up the length of his erect cock, before slowly taking him down her throat. As Samantha deep-throated Toby, I noticed that she reached for his hand and took it tenderly in her own. This combined with her eye contact made for true intimacy and I started to feel a major pang of jealousy. I guess this was ironic given what Samantha had already done, but this looked like more than lust ... she really felt something for Toby. Samantha worked on Toby for ages and I thought he would cum in her mouth. However, as his hips started to buck Samantha stopped and, without letting go of his hand, stood up. Toby opened his eyes as Samantha motioned to Darius to move off the sofa. Darius rolled his eyes, but did as he was told and went and leaned against the mini-bar. Samantha then lay on her back next to Toby, spread her legs, and with her gorgeous and sultry expression made it clear that she wanted Toby to fuck her in the missionary position. However, the sight of Samantha's shaved, wet pussy gave Toby other ideas and, rather than lie on top of her, he gripped her thighs so they were completely spread and buried his face in her pussy. It was obvious that Toby was pretty skilled because the moment his mouth connected with her swollen clitoris Samantha arched her back and pushed her beautiful tits into the air. I could hear Toby slurping as his tongue delved deep inside Samantha's pussy while she moaned in ecstasy and clawed with her fingernails at the sofa. Samantha was grinding herself into Toby's face and was clearly desperate to cum. However, he made her suffer for at least ten minutes before finally reaching up and thrusting at least three fingers deep inside her pussy and frigging her mercilessly while flicking her clitoris with is tongue. Samantha couldn't handle it and her entire body convulsed as a huge organism came over her in endless waves. I watched her transfixed as she moved between grasping Toby's hair, scratching the sofa and pulling and twisting her nipples. As Samantha's orgasm subsided Toby moved up her body and kissed her passionately, slipping his tongue into her mouth and letting her taste her pussy juices. Samantha lay back in submission, spread her legs wide and let Toby slip his cock deep inside her. Toby pushed his face into Samantha's neck and started pumping her with a steady rhythm. Samantha wrapped her beautifully toned brown legs around him and ran her tiny hands all over his back, reaching down to feel his ass and grabbing handfuls of his hair. After what seemed like an age Toby raised himself onto his elbows and I saw the muscles in his legs start to tighten. It was obvious he was going to cum. He therefore pulled out of Samantha and straddled her ribcage so his cock was lying between her tits. Samantha obediently took her beautiful soft tits in her hands and wrapped them around Toby's cock. This enabled him to tit-fuck her at his own speed while pulling and twisting her hard nipples. Eventually Toby couldn't stand it anymore and rose up high on his knees, right over Samantha's face. Then, as Samantha opened her mouth wide, Toby pumped thick lines of cum all over her face -- covering her from her hair down to her chin. It must have been weeks since Toby last ejaculated because there seemed to be gallons of cum. A pretty big load had fired straight into Samantha's mouth, but huge amounts lay across her face. Therefore, while it was still warm she used her fingers to scoop it all into her mouth before swallowing it down. Toby was exhausted and rested on his knees with his now-flacid cock still hanging over Samantha's face. This enabled Samantha to lie back and use her mouth to clean Toby's cock and lick his balls while gently stroking his thighs with her tiny hands. ***** As Samantha and Toby lay recovering I saw Darius move away from the mini bar and make his way over Toby saw him and started getting up. However, Darius still thought it was funny to slap him on the back and say "fuck off Toby, it's my turn now." Toby wasn't about to mess with Darius so, after planting a final kiss on Samantha's forehead, he moved away into Darius' previous position by the mini-bar. Samantha meanwhile raised herself into a sitting position as Toby stood in front of her and let his throbbing cock slap against her cheek. It was obvious what he wanted so, without using her hands, Samantha ran her tongue across the bulbous end and let it slide into her mouth. Toby reached down, took a handful of Samantha's hair and, while raising his eyes to the ceiling in pleasure, drove his cock into her mouth. Samantha rested her tiny hands on Darius' hips and let him brutally fuck her mouth. I could see her neck muscles moving as she tried to relax and suppress her gag reflex, but she couldn't stop the wet, slapping sound as Darius' cock pounded her throat with his balls slapping against her chin. I started to feel uncomfortable because Samantha was clearly finding it challenged to breathe and I wasn't going to let her get hurt. However, as I looked closely I could see that firstly she was stroking Darius' hips and groin with her fingers and, secondly, she had stuck her tongue out, so every time he pressed her face onto his cock she could lick his balls. Samantha was loving it. Eventually Darius pulled out of Samantha's mouth leaving strings of saliva hanging from his cock, which he wiped over her face. He then took her by the arm and pulled her round to the side of the sofa, making her bend over with her hands on the armrest. Darius stood behind Samantha, kicked her legs open, grabbed a handful of her hair and drove his cock into her. It was obvious that Darius was going to last for ages because he looked totally in control as he pumped Samantha furiously. Darius was pulling Samantha's hair which forced her to keep her head raised and show her amazing tits to Darius and I. Indeed, as Samantha was gripping tightly onto the sofa it was impossible to resist having a feel of her nipples. I therefore got up, walked over and as Darius continued fucking her, sat on the sofa squeezing and pulling her nipples. Samantha smiled at me and moaned with pleasure, so I leaned down and started to suck one of her nipples. Samantha's nipple was rock hard in my mouth and it wasn't long before her breathing started to get laboured. I could feel her biting the top of my head. It was therefore no surprise when Samantha's whole body started shaking as another massive orgasm passed through her. Her whole body was convulsing and I'd never seen anything like it. She had totally lost control. As Samantha's orgasm subsided I moved back to my armchair and watched her in amazement. She gone completely limp and her head was just hanging from Darius' hand by her hair, yet she didn't seem in pain. Darius was continuing to fuck her with undiminished power and rhythm, yet I saw that with his free hand he was gently rubbing her asshole with his thumb. ***** Samantha was an anal virgin and had never shown any inclination to change this. On the occasions that my fingers had wandered towards her asshole she'd always moved them away. I'd never pushed the issue. However, she was showing no signs of pushing Darius' hand away. Indeed, she seemed me be tilting her ass upwards to improve his access. I saw Darius peering down at her asshole and without slowing his pace, started exploring the entrance with his thumb. I looked at Samantha's face, waiting to act on any sign of distress. However, while her eyes widened as Darius inserted his thumb into her ass, she made no attempt to stop him. It wasn't long before Darius had slid his thumb all the way into Samantha's ass and was moving it around as Samantha gasped with pleasure. It was amazing to watch, but I was still shocked when Samantha turned her head to Darius and said, "please use your cock." "I'm afraid you'll have to beg" replied Darius. "For fuck's sake just fuck my ass with your big cock" gasped Samantha. "Sounds like you're a total slut" sneered Darius. "Yes, I'm a total slut ... please just fuck my ass" begged Samantha. Darius slowly withdrew from Samantha's pussy and spread her ass cheeks wide apart. He then got down on his knees so his face was level with Samantha's ass and spat on her puckered entrance. He then leaned forward and started licking her ass and shoving his tongue right inside while Samantha moaned with pleasure. As Samantha's spread legs started to stiffen he stood up and pressed his cock against her asshole. Samantha tried to brace herself but she clearly couldn't handle the pain as Darius tried to push the bulbous end of his cock into her ass. However, as she moved forward away from Darius, he just followed until she was lying face down over the armrest of the sofa. Samantha now had nowhere to go as Darius lay on top of her, pinning her down with his substantial weight. I saw his hips adjusting as his cock found Samantha's tight entrance. Then, as Samantha's closed her eyes tight shut and bit hard on the fabric of the sofa, Darius eased his cock into her ass. It was an incredible sight to see Samantha's petite brown body being so totally dominated. Darius' stomach was pressed against her back and Samantha was unable to move at all. However, it was obvious when the bulbous head of Darius' cock had passed her entrance because Samantha's eyes opened wide and her expression turned to sheer pleasure as she drove his length deep into her ass. Darius now had my wife full impaled on his cock and Samantha seemed to have entered a sort of dream state. Her nails dug into the fabric of the sofa as Darius slowly pounded her ass. Samantha's hair was pasted by sweat to her stunning face and every time Darius thrust forward, her feet left the ground leaving her totally under his command. Eventually, Darius braced his legs and placed both hands on Samantha's back, pressing her even harder into the sofa. He was grunting with every movement and his rhythm was getting faster. I honestly thought Samantha was about to faint but Darius didn't even notice. He was looking down and seemed utterly transfixed by the sight of his white cock sliding in and out of Samantha's ass. After what seemed like an age Darius started grunting loudly and, after a series of truly brutal thrusts, held his cock deep inside Samantha's ass and blew his load. Darius held his cock inside Samantha's ass to allow his ejaculation to finish. Then, in his own time, he eased his cock out of Samantha ass, moved back onto the sofa and sat back with a seriously smug look on his face. Samantha remained bent over the armrest for some time recovering her breath. However, she eventually slid down onto her knees and rested in exhaustion. ***** I got up and walked up to her; however Samantha gently pushed me back towards my chair and crawled up to me. Without using her hands she took my flaccid cock into her mouth and ran her tongue all over it, cleaning it thoroughly. She then ran kisses across my balls and down my legs, before looking up at me and giving the most gorgeous but sleepy smile. Samantha then crawled towards Toby, but went straight past him and approached Darius. Unsurprisingly Darius couldn't let Samantha take control for even a moment, so he took her face in his hands and leaned down and tongued her mouth. Samantha didn't object -- I guess she was too tired -- and she obediently opened her mouth and took his tongue and then his semi-erect cock down her throat one last time. Holiday from Heaven Ch. 02 As Samantha approached Toby, she stood up and climbed onto his lap, straddling him so their faces were inches apart. Samantha then leaned forward and kissed Toby for what felt like an age. As Samantha gently caressed his face, Tony ran his hands over her whole body, feeling her ass and squeezing her tits. Samantha then slowly climbed off him, before kneeling in front of him and running her tongue all over his semi-erect cock and swollen balls. Samantha eventually placed a sensual kiss on the end of his cock before turning away and crawling back towards me. This time, Samantha climbed up onto my armchair and cuddled up next to me. Like the other guys, I still had most of my clothes on, whereas Samantha was naked apart from her stilettoes. ***** As silence fell in the room, Toby and Darius got up and, after re-buttoning their trousers, moved to the door to leave. I acknowledged them all as they left, but Samantha kept her eyes closed and just buried her face into my shoulder. She didn't seem upset, just tired. Once we were alone, Samantha lifted her head and smiled at me. I didn't really know what to say. The experience had been so much more sordid and powerful than Marbella, which now seemed like nothing. Samantha also seemed lost for words, but after about ten minutes she said, "honey, I just don't know what happened there." "What do you mean?" I replied "I so wanted to have a normal evening with just you and I, but things just took over. I now feel I've started something I can't stop. Something I don't want to stop. I don't know where this is going to end up." I didn't reply. However, it was obvious the terms of our marriage had changed. Holiday from Heaven Samantha slowly climbed off him, turned around to face and said "yes sir" before dropping to her knees. Samantha then walked on her knees until she was between his legs and then gently undid his belt, unbuttoned his flies, pulled his jeans down slightly and revealed the huge bulge swelling in his pants. James moaned, closed his eyes and relaxed into his chair while Samantha expertly massaged his cock through his pants. His blissful expression changed to sheer ecstasy as Samantha gently eased his cock from his pants and squeezed the base with her tiny hands whilst running her eyes up the whole length. James had a pretty big cock -- slightly longer than mine and certainly thicker -- but it was the hardness of his erection which struck me. You could practically see the veins pulsating and it was obviously not lost on Samantha who, from the hardness of the nipples, loved the effect she was having on him. Samantha leaned right over James, spat on his cock and, after opening her mouth really wide, took him straight down her throat. I guess she was nervous herself and just wanted to go for it, but it was an amazing slight to see this gorgeous, petite Indian girl kneeling before her young, white master serving him so expertly. After taking him down her throat for a while, Samantha took a break by running her tongue all over James cock. She worked the bulbous end while massaging his balls and, every time the sensation got too much for him, she would deep-throat him for a while. Eventually James' cock was glistening with Samantha's spit and whenever she took a break from deep-throating him strings of saliva hung between Samantha's mouth and James' cock. Samantha therefore scooped up a handful of this spit and rubbed it between her tits, before rising up on her knees and wrapping her soft tits around James' throbbing cock. James was obviously in heaven as Samantha gazed into his eyes and moved up and down ... wanking him off with her amazing tits. James reached forward and squeezed, twisted and pulled Samantha's nipples while she pleasured him. Eventually, Samantha stood up and, as she did so, planted kisses on James' stomach and chest before eventually reaching his eye level and straddling him once again. Without saying anything, Samantha leaned forward and passionately kissed James on the lips, letting him slide his tongue into her mouth while he groped her tits and grabbed handfuls of her ass. It was amazing to see his big white hands against her brown body. Samantha broke off and, without taking her eyes away from his said "where do you want to cum baby?" It was incredible to hear her say these words but I was appalled at James' answer ... "I want to cum down your throat, but I want to fuck you first ... go and bend over the table." Of course deep down I had expected Samantha to blow James, but fucking him or swallowing his cum were definitely way too much. However, I was trapped by the circumstances so I just watched with my cock in my hand. I wondered how Samantha would respond to James' blunt request, but she obediently stood up and walked over the wooden desk where she bent over and looked back at him. Samantha kept her legs together and this showed off her amazing ass beautifully. It also made it easy for James to pull down her g-string and, once he had done so, she spread her legs wide open and tilted her ass into the air. James stood back and admired the sight, before leaning before and massaging her ass. Samantha leaned over and placed her elbows on the desk and was clearly ready to be entered. However, she wasn't ready to be spanked and therefore squealed as James brought down several heavy slaps on her ass. However, I noticed that she didn't object and continued elevating her ass to give him better access. James spanked Samantha about twelve times and, by the end, she was shaking slightly. However, as he took her hips in his hands and eased his cock into her with no effort it was obvious she was extremely turned on. James entered into a sort of trance, pumping Samantha while her fingers clawed at the desk. James might have been inexperienced, but there was no chance of him cumming quickly. Indeed, he settled into a moderate but powerful rhythm which enabled him to keep Samantha fully under his control. I could tell Samantha was trying hard to measure her breathing and by the way she elevated her ass and kept her legs spread wide she working hard to accommodate his big cock. Eventually the experience seemed to envelop Samantha and her legs began to quiver as she pressed herself backwards into James, who responded by reaching round and grabbing handfuls of her tits whilst franticly kissing her neck. It was all way too much for Samantha and she succumbed to a massive orgasm ... turning her face and kissing James passionately whilst murmuring "you're fucking amazing baby." James just carried on enjoying Samantha for what seemed like ages, running his hands all over her body, squeezing her ass and never neglecting her tits for more than a moment. However, eventually his pace slowed and he pulled out -- leaving Samantha gasping over the desk. James returned to his sofa, settled back into the cushions, and as Samantha raised herself up he said "come here and finish me off." Samantha dropped onto her hands and knees and crawled over to him ... taking his cock into her mouth without using her hands and letting him slide down her throat. She then got to work finishing her blowjob -- choking down James' full length and massaging his swollen balls with both her hands -- until his hips started to buck and he moaned as he released a massive load of cum into Samantha's mouth. Samantha looked up at James with her stunning eyes and, as she slowly swallowed his cum, smiled at him and gently stroked his legs. She then climbed slowly onto his lap and kissed him gently on the cheek while stroking his neck. James lay slumped on the sofa while Samantha re-did his trousers and then she helped him stand up. I don't think he knew what to say, but Samantha made it easy by saying "you were amazing baby ... but you'd better go now" and showed him to the door. ***** As Samantha came back into the room I emerged from my hiding place and as we locked eyes I knew it was a massive moment in our marriage. Of course the whole thing had been a massively big deal, but I didn't want to show it ... so I just said "fuck that was incredible." Samantha smiled and said "it was, wasn't it?" I grabbed her and carried her to our bed where I reclaimed her in every possible way for the next few hours. I have never known her so responsive and turned on. The next morning I did broach the subject of doing the whole thing again but Samantha seemed unsure. She said she didn't want an open marriage and while she would love to entertain me again if the right circumstances were right, there were no promises. I have taken it as a challenge.