0 comments/ 91088 views/ 2 favorites Mexican Vacation By: Sweetwood HIM: This story begins when my lovely wife Elizabeth and I took our first real vacation. We were both exhausted from a year of hard work and had decided we needed to pamper ourselves. We booked two weeks at a Spa in Mexico with all the amenities one could wish for. To better understand this story, I should give you a little bit of background information. My wife Elizabeth is the most gorgeous, sexy creature walking this planet and I adore the ground she walks on. She is 5'3" tall and weighs one hundred and twenty three pounds. Her hair is strawberry blonde and very short in a cute boy-cut. Her figure is absolutely stunning. She is blessed with a body shape that other women envy and dream of having. She is as one could say "curvy in all the right places." Her legs are slim and shapely and her feet are small. She is very fair skinned, hinting at her Irish and Swedish ancestry. Her entire body is covered with a dusting of golden freckles except for the creamy white skin of her breasts, belly and inner thighs. Her personality is somewhat introvert, yet when meeting the right people she is completely engaging. Those who become her friends say the sun shines from her being. I was fortunate to meet her in January of 1999 in an Internet chat room. The attraction was immediate and within 6 months she had moved half across the continent to be with me. Within a year we were married and it has been the happiest time of our lives. The intimacy of our physical relationship is romantic with a healthy respect for raw sex, and has been a revelation for both of us. We are adventurous and have explored many new things together. Lately though, as a result of our busy careers our sex life, which had been exciting and very frequent in the beginning of our marriage, had fallen victim to the exhaustion we felt after our workdays. When we made love however it was always beautiful and satisfying. Recently, on a number of occasions I have had trouble becoming as hard as I usually am. Once my cock was so soft, that I could not enter her. Afterwards, Elizabeth reached over to her night table and picked up her little vibrator, slyly asking me if she could make herself come while I watched. She made herself come several times, while I watched – helplessly. I felt humiliated for not being able to satisfy her completely, but at the same time I would experienced a strange thrill. This left me aroused and excited and I fantasized about those feelings later. Shortly before our trip to Mexico Elizabeth went to Iowa for ten days to visit her parents, while I attended business in Europe. Our flights returned on the same day and we met at the airport to travel home together. Having been apart for a time, we were horny , and as soon as we met at the airport, we kissed and touched and caressed each other, ready to be home. We made love wonderfully that night. Several nights later, after we had gone to bed, we began making love. We played our delightful foreplay, and then I entered Elizabeth in that special way she needs because her pussy is very tight. She lies on her side, and I lie beside her and between her legs. She carefully guides my shaft into her, needing several shallow strokes until she is able to take my cock without pain. I was stroking her gently, when she pulled my head close to her and whispered: "I can hardly feel you love." "Why?" I asked. Gently easing me out of her she replied:"I think your cock is a little small." I was instantly blushing and became embarrassed. I was at a loss what to do when she wove her hand into my hair, pushed me down to her pussy, and with a hoarse voice told me to lick her. I love licking my wife so I went at it with a vengeance. Elizabeth has often told me that my skills at pleasuring her with my mouth are the best she has ever experienced. She is the first woman I was ever permitted to lick and I love to do it. Over the next while, she came several times from my ministrations. Then, "Is it ok if I use my vibrator; - I'd like you to watch," she coyly asked. With fascination I watched as she brought herself to climax several times. When she was done, she told me to stroke myself. She caressed me and kissed me, and whispered to me how much she loved me. It is difficult to describe the depth of my embarrassment but I was so aroused and excited by what had happened, that I shot my load within seconds. After we were finished, Elizabeth rolled over and went to sleep. On the Friday before we left for Mexico, I had a conference to attend in the city. Elizabeth accompanied me so she could do some last minute shopping. On the way to the city, she told me that she wanted to go to the adult toy store to "not be left in the same predicament as the other night." This sent me into another tailspin of embarrassment. I felt humiliated that she would need the use of a dildo to pleasure her properly, while I could not. I am quite uncertain what I heard that day at the conference because my thoughts revolved around the turn of events our sex life had taken. That night, when I started to kiss her, she gently put a finger on my lips, and told me to go to sleep. "We have a long trip tomorrow." It took me some time to calm down and as I was drifting into sleep, I heard her slowly masturbating herself with her hand until she came. My humiliation deepened even more. As I was experiencing my beautiful wife pleasuring herself, after she had rejected me, my cock became achingly hard and my head spun with sexual arousal and excitement. To say I was horny felt like the understatement of the millennium. The following day we finished packing and by noon we were ready to leave for the airport. The first leg of our journey took us to Toronto. We checked into the hotel and after taking a bath to refresh ourselves, we went to the Chinese Restaurant, where we had eaten our first supper together. The evening was wonderfully romantic and filled with good food, laughter and anticipation of our coming vacation. It was not surprising, when we came back to the hotel, that we were both in the mood. I slowly undressed Elizabeth, laid her down on the bed, and because it relaxes and arouses her, I began kissing and licking her body all over in the way she likes. Soon she began caressing me, and eventually her hands and mouth found their way to my cock. I grew hard with the excitement of her touch, and she said to me: " Make love to me, Martin." I gently entered her. It felt so wonderful to feel her pussy caressing my cock, I was in heaven. After a few minutes of stroking her, it became apparent that she was not enjoying herself as much as she usually does when we make love. Her breathing did not appear to change and eventually she sighed deeply. She put her hands on my bottom and pulled me deeper into her, urging me to change pace. In the end she stopped my stroking and pulled my head close to her mouth: "Your tiny cock just doesn't do it for me anymore love. I need a real cock to pleasure me. Be good and go over to the suitcase and get me the brown package. There is something in there that you need." Not knowing what else to do, I got up and went over to her suitcase and retrieved the package. I opened the brown wrapping and inside I found a case containing an eight-inch big round black dildo with harness. I blushed, and for the next moment I was so humiliated that I just stood there with my hand wrapped around this monster of a dildo. I must have been a strange sight. Elizabeth laughed out loud, and said in a sultry voice: "Oh baby show me that big cock of yours." I returned to the bed, and as I lay down beside her, still unable to say a word, a wave of nauseating humiliation coursed through me. She pulled me to her and whispered: "put it on for me." Suddenly I was thrilled and aroused. "I need a real cock tonight" she continued. "I need to be fucked with my big black cock." My hands trembled when I tried to put on the dildo. She had to help me, gently tucking my tiny little cock inside the harness, so it would not be in the way. Then Elizabeth reached over, and once again I entered her. Not with my own, but a better and bigger cock, so that my wife would find pleasure. Almost the instant I had pushed the cock inside of her, she came with a shriek and grunted: " oh god, fuck me Martin, -oh yes- this is what I need." Over the next ten minutes Elizabeth came fourteen times bucking and squirming, breathlessly telling me, that this was what she needed. "Your puny little dick can't do it for me anymore; - I need a good fucking by my big black cock." Eventually she eased me back and the dildo out of her. She told me to stroke myself. She was lying beside me, with a big satisfied smile, caressing me while I masturbated. When she started whispering how I was incapable of satisfying a woman like her, I shot my cum all over my belly. Reflecting on the events that evening, after we had turned out the lights, I realized I liked the way I felt when being told by my wife that her needs were more than I could satisfy and being shamed for my failure. I became aroused, hard and horny at the thought, that my wife, my beloved Elizabeth, believed I was useless for satisfying her sexual needs. It turned me on when she made flippant remarks about my cock, and made fun of my sexual prowess. Being asked to wear a dildo made me feel ashamed and at the same time, stirred up and stimulated. Very early the next morning we left the hotel and flew to Mexico. During the flight, there was plenty of time to think about the events of the last few days. Every time I looked over to Elizabeth, she sat completely relaxed in her seat; a smile on her face. She must have sensed my anxiety and petted my arm reassuringly several times. Once she leaned over, and in a little girl voice with a pout around her mouth, she raised her eyebrows and said: "you're just too little." Another time she leaned over, petted my crotch and looked at me. "We're just not properly equipped, are we?" Every one of these remarks sent shivers of electricity down my spine. I got a number of erections, which she noticed and just smiled about. The first few days at the resort, we had a few treatments, slept, ate and soaked up the sun. The warmth of the tropical breeze (not to mention a few pina coladas) had lulled us into a state of total relaxation. Every night, the scene repeated itself. Elizabeth wanted me to lick her, caress her, and make her come with my hands and mouth. Every time I entered her though, she became somewhat listless and disinterested, eventually telling me that I was of no use to her this way. Each time, I was asked to retrieve "her big black cock" and stroke her. She became animated, vocal and completely uninhibited when this big shaft was pumping into her. And she came, and came, and came. One night, before we went to bed, we were sitting at one of the bars in the hotel. Elizabeth smiled at me: "I love you more than anyone my love. You know that don't you?" she said. After looking at me for a while, she continued: "It's no use. I can't feel pleasure anymore with your pathetic little prick. From now on I don't want to pretend. I want you to always wear my big black cock for me, love. We'll make sure you get off too." She had spoken in a normal voice and I blushed because it seemed as if the whole bar must have heard what she said. I felt like every man in the bar stared at me and every woman snickered, as she stood up, took my hand and led me from the bar. I was mortified – and had an erection that felt as if I were going to burst. My breathing quickened. I felt hot, horny, lusty, aroused and worthless as a man. I knew I should feel dismayed by what had happened but my rigid cock and throbbing prostate told me otherwise. From that day forward, I made love to my wife with her big dildo strapped to me. She would make me hard with a few choice words about my pathetic, tiny cock. Comments about how my puny peepee just didn't do it for her. Then she would encourage me to masturbate myself to a quick climax often making fun of my "failure" to satisfy her. After I came I usually lost my erection very quickly, and she would strap the dildo to me, and I would stroke her. Invariably, after she was satisfied, she would pet the toy and would say: "oh, what would we do without you." She even asked me to inspect her pussy, taunting "I want you to know what it looks like when I am well and truly fucked by a real cock." When I looked at her pussy I saw her hole gaping wide at me, swollen and pink. Elizabeth also became bolder with her remarks to me in public. Often during the day she leaned over to me and whispered disparaging remarks. This culminated, when in the presence of a woman she had met at the resort, she discussed the advantages of well-endowed men, and then turned to me, rubbed my crotch and said: "we're a little short in that department." All of these events would send me into a tailspin of humiliation and horniness like I've never experienced. Several days later, as we had most mornings, we went to the beach around eleven o'clock. We had our first drink of the day and read in the shade beneath the palm trees. After we got there, we discovered we had forgotten our books, and I volunteered to get them. The walk to our room was quite a distance, and it took me about a quarter of an hour to return. Elizabeth had already ordered our drinks and was relaxing in her chair. Elizabeth and I have always looked at other people and frequently would comment to each other if we liked their looks, or found them attractive and sexy. After I sat down, she asked me whether I had noticed a tall man with short-cropped gray hair, who was also staying at the resort. While she had been waiting for me, he had come to the bar, and as he was waiting for his drink to be prepared he had exchanged a few casual remarks with her and introduced himself as Christian. Elizabeth told me that she had found him to be very attractive and well-spoken. I told her I knew whom she meant. I had met him a several days ago, at the reception desk, and we had spoken for a few minutes about the weather and the sights. He also commented to me how fortunate I was to have such a beautiful wife. I was not surprised that she had found Christian an attractive man. Elizabeth has a real thing for tall, older men with graying hair. I am 6'6'' and eight years older than she is. What attracted me to her, were the laugh lines around my eyes, my height and my gray hair. Men like Sean Connery make her swoon. That evening, we had a wonderful mealat one of the restaurants at the resort. Elizabeth had been excited and bubbly, but also a little nervous and somehow not quite with me. After having had too many drinks through out the day, we walked up to our room, and I told her that I wasn't feeling very well and needed to lie down soon. She looked a little disappointed, and said she was not tired and would I mind if she went down to the disco to have a few drinks, listen to the music, and maybe dance a bit. I said it would be fine, she should go enjoy herself, I wanted to go to sleep soon in any event. While I was getting ready for bed, Elizabeth changed into a lovely turquoise wrap skirt, and a tight white top, put on some makeup and slipped into the high heel sandals she likes to wear for dancing. She looked absolutely stunning as she walked over to me and kissed me good night: "I'll be back soon love," she said and walked out the door. HER: Martin unfortunately had not been feeling well that night and after supper told me that he needed to lie down. He is the sunshine of my days; my one true love in life. We met through an internet chat room called Sweet Whispers in January of 1999. He had attracted me initially with his wonderful words, both written and spoken. We met in person five weeks later in Toronto and he was so attractive and handsome I literally creamed my panties. Within months I had moved from my home in Iowa to Nova Scotia to be with him. We married in September of 2000, and it has been the best years of my life despite many adversities from health problems and stress in our lives. Our sex life has been a revelation to me. I enjoyed sex when I was young, but a few bad experiences and a husband who did not have the patience to truly make love to me had brought me to the point, where at the time I met my Martin, I was lucky if I had sex once every three months. Martin is the most amazing lover. He is gentle, inventive, adventurous and soooo sexy. Our first encounters were not much to write home about. I had always had been too dry, and sex was painful for me. I was afraid he would think I didn't want him and would give up. He told me then that it was all a matter of angles, patience and glitch cream. And indeed it was. When I visited him in Nova Scotia in May of 1999, we made love in such a way, that I became truly sopping wet, had my first vaginal orgasm ever and have never looked back. No man has ever made me feel the way he does. Our love life has always been exciting and inventive. Last fall, we began a little role playing. We would pretend to be strangers and meet at a bar in Halifax, and end up having sex in a hotel room. As a result of one of these encounters, I realized that it turned him on when I pretended that he was too small for me and then go out to meet a "stranger." I remembered this before we went to Mexico and I decided to play a little game with him for a while. I have pretended that he is too small, that his tiny cock is pathetic, and I need a "real cock" to be satisfied. Shortly before our leaving for Mexico, I purchased a dildo with harness, that was only marginally bigger than his cock. I've embarrassed and humiliated him with it, asking him to make love to me with it, while not allowing him to use his own cock. I was delighted to see the obvious enjoyment Martin has drawn from this. Every time I say things, like his shaft was to small to satisfy a woman like me, he gets completely aroused (if only someone could explain this to me) and I begin to enjoy his squirming and embarrassment. The last few days I have been almost cruel, talking to another woman about his "small size" and making such remarks in public where they could be overheard. It is delightful to watch him when this happens. I had changed into my turquoise wrap around and a tight little white T-shirt and went to the bar. As I walked in I noticed several men throwing appreciative glances at me. Martin has taught how beautiful my body is, and I have learned to enjoy when other men find me attractive and sexy. I sat down at the bar, ordered lemon vodka on ice and took in the scene. Within a few minutes a younger man came over and asked me to dance. After we danced, he sat down next to me at the bar. He flirted a little, I flirted a little back and we chatted about inconsequential things. Soon I became bored and began to think about turning in myself. As I sat at the bar, I remembered the encounter I had with Christian this morning at the beach, and realized that I had found him quite exciting. In fact, all relaxed and warm at the beach, I had noticed after he had left that I had become a little wet while we talked. Martin told me afterwards, that Christian had commented on my looks a few days before, when they had chatted. I was about to get up and go to bed, when Christian appeared at the bar, walked up, and sat down beside me. He ordered a drink, turned to me, and asked if I was enjoying the evening and I would I like to dance with him. He led me to the dance floor, and as luck would have it, a slow melody started. I leaned against his chest, let myself be led and was content to be. As we swayed slowly to the music he pulled me closer. Suddenly I realized he was growing hard against my soft belly. I could feel the outline of his cock growing against me; could feel the heat, and realized he didn't care that I did. Because of the heat in Mexico, I hadn't been wearing my bra and panties, and with a jolt I noticed that I had suddenly become very turned on and could feel the moisture between my legs as a breeze from the ocean wafted across the dance floor and touched me. Mexican Vacation This is my first submission after many years of reading the stories on here. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you. ------------------------- Lisa & I on Vacation It was the first vacation for just the two of us in years. My wife, Lisa, is now 37 and we'd been married for just over 15 years. She's short, about 5'3", weighs about 135, has great tits, that although sag now due to the years and 3 kids, are a beautiful 36D, and a nice big round as. She's never failed to please me sexually. Matter of fact, our sex life has always been incredible. For some reason though, I'd gotten hooked on the "share the wife" stories, pics, and vids on line and I'd always harbored this little itch to watch her with another man. But, to say the least, she was not going for that sort of thing at all. She just didn't fancy a one night stand or a full blown lover; she didn't want the baggage that came with it she would tell me in those moments when I brought it up. Of course, those same moments always elicited a major orgasm, so I always felt there might be a chance. Once a few years ago, we were in Vegas staying at the Stratosphere and we learned they had an "adult pool". We joked about going up there and there we were in the elevator and I pushed up, intending to just joke with her and we wound up going to it anyhow. She showed off her tits, I was hard as a rock and her pussy was wetter than I'd ever seen it once we got back to the room and fucked our brains out. Well, this vacation took us to Mexico to one of our timeshare resorts for seven days. It was beautiful in Puerto Vallarta and we took in the sun and the sand and the water for the first couple of days. It was the 2nd night there that we met Chris, a single black man visiting from San Diego. He was our neighbor and we met over the railing of our deck that faced the ocean. I was grilling a couple of small steaks and drinking a beer when he walked outside his room onto his deck. We said "hey", introduced ourselves, and chatted about the view and other small talk when my wife walked out still in her swim suit. She wore a one piece, which irritated me to no end, because she felt her tummy was a little too big to be showing off. Personally, I'm a Renaissance Man and I love my woman with curves. But I lost the battle of the swim suit . . . but that mattered little because she still looked great! Especially the part that showed off a great quantity of her tits. Anyhow, she stopped short when she realized I was talking to someone – or maybe it was because it was a handsome man without a shirt on with a rather nice upper body – but who am I to judge. She seemed a little flustered, so I introduced her to Chris and she got over herself and before we knew it, we were inviting him over for dinner. We ate, talked, and had a rather good time that first evening. She may not have been able to realize it, but she flirted with Chris nonstop all evening – he didn't blink, he just flirted right back, but he did so respectfully and no feelings were hurt. All in all, it was a fun time and I shook his hand as he prepared to crawl back over the railing to his room; Lisa came over and gave him a hug, which I found surprising but didn't think anything of it – she'd had a few drinks and was a bit tipsy. Lisa and I went back into the room and she immediately turned to me and pulled down my shorts exposing my modest 5" dick. I was hard in seconds and soon her suit was on the floor and my face was between her legs, preparing to eat her pussy which had the same look it had that day she'd bared her tits at the Stratosphere Adult pool. Counting my lucky stars, I ate her to a record quick orgasm and slammed my dick inside her and pounded her the way she liked to be pounded when she was overly stimulated. Thankfully, I'd been drinking, so my own orgasm was a little slow in building, so about five minutes later, I released inside her. We got off the floor, crawled into bed and snuggled, going to sleep. We spent the better part of the next couple of days hanging out with Chris. He joined us for meals, at the pool, at the beach, even on the tours we took. Lisa spent as much time holding his hand as mine, but for some reason, I wasn't overwhelmed with jealousy or anger. We were all having such a great time, none of that seemed to matter. Besides, she was giving me her pussy practically anytime I wanted it and who was I to complain! Then things changed. It was our 5th night at the resort. We'd spent the day with Chris down on the beach tanning, swimming, and tossing the Frisbee around. Afterwards, we'd gone and enjoyed a good seafood dinner together. Chris told us he was gonna give us the night alone as he wanted to check out the local clubs. He invited us, but Lisa & I were pretty bushed and just wanted to cuddle up together and maybe watch a movie. So, after dinner, we parted ways and Lisa & I went back to our room after stopping at the local cantina and buying some fruit flavored tequila that Lisa liked and a bottle of rum for me to go with the Coke I had in the fridge in the room. So, we had few drinks, got more than a little tipsy and watched some mundane TV. I was wearing a pair of shorts and Lisa was wearing a thin pajama top (not quite see through, but left little to the imagination) that stopped just beneath her breasts and the matching "boy short" panties that went with it. We were feeling good and enjoying a few little make out sessions in between watching the TV screen when we found the movie Unfaithful on one of the pay channels – the one with Richard Gere & Diane Lane. Very hot. It never fails to get Lisa's panties wet – especially the scene where Diane Lane is taken from behind in the stairwell. I was sitting on the couch with one leg on the floor and the other leg behind Lisa as she sat between my legs, both of us facing the TV. We'd just gotten past the sex in the stairwell part of the movie and I had my hands on her breasts as I kissed her neck when we heard a voice outside the deck screen say "Hey, you two still awake?" It was Chris. Well, with the TV on and a couple of low lights on, I guess we couldn't say no, but we didn't move to cover ourselves, I just told him to jump over and come on in. The look on his face was priceless after he'd walked in and shut the screen behind him. "What's wrong Chris?" I chuckled at him. It took him just a second to recover, "There's nothing wrong with what I see." And he sat down at the other end of the couch. He told us that the local club just wasn't his style and he hadn't met anyone that was real friendly, so he decided to come back to the room. When he saw our light on, he didn't realize he'd find us nearly naked. "Well, considering it's my room, I'm not getting dressed." I said. Lisa said, "I'm not getting up, I'm too comfortable. My legs are crossed and this top isn't see through, so I'm ok." He laughed, "Hey, I'm not complaining," he said as his eyes played over Lisa's chest, belly, and crotch area. "I'm just stating the facts. Matter of fact, if you don't mind, I'll kinda join you." And he leaned forward and took off his shirt. You have to understand that Lisa had seen Chris without his shirt on several times on the beach and at the pool. But for some reason, seeing him at the end of our couch without his shirt caused her to softly moan, "Woah". I think only I heard it, but who knows. I knew he had a better upper body than I, but I didn't know she actually liked what she saw. The movie was soon over and Chris started flipping the channels. Both Lisa and I were still turned on. Me because we'd been making out all night, but mostly because my wife's body was practically on display to this handsome black man sitting inches away from us. And Lisa's nipples were totally hard and totally on view to both of us. I had my arms wrapped around her and had a great view of looking down at her beauty. Chris on the other hand had the full on view from his vantage point and had to be enjoying it. "How about this?" he asked, as he had found the porn channel. Lisa quipped, "Fred, you know I've never watched porn, but this could be kinda fun." "If it's ok with her, it's ok with me." I said and Chris pressed the button and the next thing we knew the sex we had been very close to having was on display on the screen! It was a husband pounding his wife from behind and it was very hot. I looked down at Lisa's face and her eyes were at half-mast and kinda glassy and then I noticed that her hips were gently rocking. She was turned on big time. I decided to hell with it and reached up and took her tits into my hands and began to squeeze them and knead them the way she likes it. I had assumed she would swat my hands and make me stop. Instead, she moaned and pushed her chest out. I looked over at Chris; his eyes were locked on my hands on her tits and I could tell that he wanted that top off of her. So I swiftly removed my hands, moved under her shirt and lifted it up showing off her big tits to Chris and began to fondle them again. Lisa moaned even louder and I whispered to her, "Chris can see her tits honey, he can see just how hard your nipples are." All it did was make her moan even louder. Chris reached down and began to rub his cock through his shorts and I decided to take the game a step further. "Lisa," I whispered, "would you like to show Chris your pussy?" She bucked her hips and then moaned softly, "Yes." I motioned to Chris and then said to Lisa, "Lift your ass up so Chris can remove your panties." She complied, breathing heavily all the way through it. Chris' eyes got big and he had a smile on his face like a kid with his hands in the cookie jar. "That is a fine looking pussy," he said softly and reached out to rub her leg. Lisa spread her legs, showing off her hairy pussy to Chris and giving him full access. I whispered again to her, "Chris can see your pussy honey, do you want him to touch it, to rub it?" "Yes!" she cried and bucked her hips again. Chris reached up and slid a finger inside her soaking wet pussy. "Yes," she cried again, "I can't believe-" "What honey," I whispered, "You can't believe another man can see your entire body and he has a finger inside your pussy? Is that it?" She was bucking her hips more and more and gurgled out a "Yes. Oh yes." "Would you like to see Chris' cock?" I whispered again. Her eyes opened wide and she moaned, "Yes!" again and I nodded to Chris. He slid his finger out of her pussy and stood up, sliding his shorts down at the same time. His cock was magnificent. I guessed about 7 to 8 inches and very thick. Lisa's eyes were glued to his cock and she reached down and began to touch her own clit as she looked at it. Chris reached out with his hand and took hers and gently pulled her to a standing position. He took her into his arms and, pressing his very hard cock against her, held her and kissed her. His tongue slid into her mouth and his hand each held a soft globe of her ass, squeezing them and making her moan even more. He slowly pulled away from the kiss and sat on the couch before her, taking her tits into his hands and began to suck on them. My own dick was hard as a rock but I was afraid I'd cum if I touched myself, so I left it alone. His hands were all over my wife's body as he sucked her nipples. She stood in front of him with her hands on his shoulders, rubbing him and moving her body against him. Her eyes, however, were on me. And all I could do was look right back at her. She had the serious "I'm ready to fuck" look on her face and all of a sudden, Chris leaned back and pulled her up onto his lap. Her married, hairy pussy was inches away from his enormous cock. He looked up at her and said, "I've waited all week long for this, but if you want me, I want you to put me inside you." She began to reach down and then stopped and looked at me and beckoned me with a finger. I slid over and she pointed at his cock and waited. I knew what she wanted, so I moved around behind her on the floor and grabbed his cock. It was the first cock I'd ever held in my hand besides my own, but it was much different than mine. It felt alive in my hand and as I pushed down on her ass with my other hand, I wandered how alive it would feel to my wife. I moved the head of his cock across her crack and heard her moan and then I slid him inside her and pushed down again on her ass. His cock began to disappear inside her hairy pussy, so very slowly and I was hypnotized watching it. "OH!" she cried, "too big, wait." And then he slid another inch inside her. It took awhile, but finally his entire cock was lodged inside her soaked pussy and her entire body was trembling. "Oh Lisa," he said, "you feel just as good as I thought you would." She began moving her hips back and forth. "Yes, Lisa! Nothing feels better than tight, white, married pussy." Lisa moaned and moved faster and then she began to slide up and down on his cock. "Oh Fred, he's so big." She moaned. "So big, so good." Lisa's big ass had never looked so good as it did riding that big, black cock. I rubbed her ass and moved around to their side and she looked over at me and kissed me deeply while riding Chris' cock. "Does he feel good in your pussy baby?" I asked. "Oh yes," she moaned, "Fred his cock is so big, I . . . I . . . Oh yes, fuck me Chris." She'd never in all our years of marriage called my cock a "cock" – it was always a penis. Hearing her use that word to describe Chris' cock made me so hard. She reached out and took mine into her hand and said, "I love you Fred, I do enjoy your penis, but Chris' cock is sooooooooooooo wonderful." She cried out. She was slamming up and down on his cock, moving up to the tip and slamming down to his balls. Then she moved off and told him to "fuck me from behind Chris, fuck me hard with your incredible cock!" and got on all fours. Her big tits were hanging down, her belly was sagging some and her big, beautiful ass was sticking up in the air. "Please," she cried, "Fuck me now Chris!" "Who am I to not give the lady what she wants." He leered at me and got on his knees behind her. He looked at me and I was unsure what he wanted, then he said, "I believe she wants me to fuck her Fred." Lisa turned her head and told me, "put his cock inside me Freddie, quickly, I need it now!" It finally dawned on me. I grabbed his very wet cock covered in my wife's pussy juice and moved it to the entrance of her very swollen pussy. I placed the head against her and he slid forward in my hand, sliding in to his balls. Lisa cried out, "YES!" Chris began to slide his cock in and out, sometimes fast, sometime slow. It was incredible watching her ass as it rippled every time he slammed against her. His ability to hold back from cumming was amazing – I could never last longer than 10 to 15 minutes. He'd been at her for over 30 when she pulled off of him and turned over. It had been ages since I'd seen her nipples so hard. She looked so damn sexy with her legs spread and this black guy in front of her ready to slide in again. Knowing my job, I reached down and took a hold of his cock again and stroked it a couple of times as I led it towards my wife's pussy. Lisa must've seen what I've done as she moaned and said, "That was so hot Freddie, stroke him some more before you put him back inside me." I looked at Chris and he just stood there on his knees between my wife's legs waiting for me to do something, so I began to stroke him. Lisa's pussy had made him very wet and very easy to stroke. His huge cock felt so masculine in my hands; my little 5 incher was jutting straight up (with a little curve in it), but it was nothing compared to what Chris had. Lisa reached down and touched her clit, moaning all the time as she watched me stroke him. Then she whispered, "Kiss his cock for me Freddie. Just this once, kiss a man's cock for me." I looked at her, looked at his cock and realized that in the heat of the moment, I wanted to. So I bent down and kissed the tip of Chris' cock and ran my lips down the side. I heard Lisa stroking her own pussy busily and moaning "yes" again and again. "Take it in your mouth for me." She cried. So I did as well as I could and she came HARD, her hips jerking up and down, one hand buried in her crotch, the other squeezing one of her tits. I pulled off his cock and moved away and Chris took his own cock in his hand and slammed it back inside Lisa's very, very wet pussy. She came again HARD. Then he began to stroke in and out. Her legs moved up around him, her feet rested on his ass as he pumped over and over inside her well used pussy. They were kissing now, their tongues intertwined and that was all it took as I came all over myself without even touching my . . . penis. Again and again his ass slammed back and forth as I watched our new found friend fuck my wife of 15 years mercilessly. She cried his name and kissed his mouth and face. At one point he was fucking her slow and he put one of his fingers in her mouth and she gave his finger a "blowjob" that made my spent penis rise again. Her eyes were on me the entire time she sucked it while Chris moved slowly in and out of her pussy. Finally, she popped it out and began to kiss him again. My penis was so hard and ready to cum again. Chris began to pump faster and finally he told her, "Oh yes my little married slut, I'm gonna cum! Tell me where you want it Lisa – all over you or all inside you?" I nearly came again when she moaned, "Give it to me Chris, let me feel you cum in my slutty married pussy. Just keep fucking me Chris, cum inside me. Please, I need you to cum!" At last, he slammed his cock deep inside her and held his body still. I could see the muscles in his body quiver and he unloaded his cum inside my wife. Her legs were locked around him as wide as they could be. She held him with one hand on his ass and the other around his neck as she kissed him deeply. He finally relaxed and they lay together kissing and touching. My penis was still raging hard and so eager to cum, but I was hoping to get it inside Lisa's pussy before I came again. Chris rolled off of her and she looked at me and asked in a husky whisper, "Did you enjoy that?" I moved over and kissed the mouth that just seconds earlier had had a different tongue inside it and told her "yes, Lisa, it was incredible." She noticed my hard on and smiled. "I guess you did enjoy it, someone is still hard. But my pussy is a little raw. I'm not used to the kind of fucking I just got." That statement made my hard on jump. She whispered, "Maybe if you lick me a little, that will make her feel better. Maybe even better enough to take you inside, if I can still feel you inside me." I moved down between her legs and looked up at her, then at Chris who was smiling the smile of a man who had just fucked my wife better than I ever had. I looked at her pussy, which was red, very raw, and very wet. Her juices were everywhere, but Chris' cum was also everywhere. It was leaking from her pussy down to the crack of her ass. She whispered to me again, "Lick me, kiss my slutty married pussy Freddie." That was all it took, and I moved in and began to lick her, suck her, and taste her like never before. I'd eaten her pussy thousands of times during our marriage, but never after fucking her and now my face was buried in her hairy pussy that was full of another man's cum. It poured out as I licked her more, right into my mouth and I swallowed every drop. I could hear them kissing and talking, but I kept licking. I peeked up and Chris' mouth was locked on one of her tits, the other one in his hand. Her hips were bucking and finally she cried out and came all over my face. She held me there for a moment with her legs, then let go, her legs relaxing. Mexican Vacation I sat up and moved as if I was going to enter her. She shook her head no and I looked at her with a face that must've been saying 'why not'. "I can't right now." She whispered. "I want Chris again. I want to lay with Chris in our bed and sleep for awhile and then let him have me again. But I want you to cum, so go ahead Freddie, jerk off on my tits." I moved to her side and began to stroke my penis. "Yes," she said, "that's it. Look at my tits while you stroke your penis. Chris has had his mouth on my tits all evening. He's had his eyes on them all week, wondering what they looked like and you let him see them in all their glory and then you let him taste them, so stroke your penis while I stroke his big cock Freddie. Yes, stroke yourself honey and cum for me all over my tits." I couldn't take it; I exploded all over her chest. It was surprisingly quite a bit considering I'd cum once already. I pulled my penis, getting every last drop out. Then she looked at me and whispered, "Lick it off Freddie, every drop. Please?" I couldn't deny her. I'd already swallowed Chris' cum, why not my own. They both sat up and she held me for a moment. "Tomorrow, we'll see how back to normal we can get, but for tonite, I want you to sleep out here while I sleep in there with Chris, ok?" she whispered. "Ok." I whispered. They stood and walked, his black hand on her white ass as they walked into the bedroom. Chris stopped them at the door of the bedroom and took her into his arms and kissed her deeply. All the while, her ass was facing me so Chris was able to look me in the eye as I reached down and began stroking myself to hardness again. His hands moved up and down her body and then rested on her ass, squeezing it, caressing it. I jerked harder and harder and finally came again on myself. He pulled away from her and smiled at me and then walked into my bedroom with my wife. --------------------------- There is more and I can finish it, it you'd like to read it. Just let me know. Mexican Vacation Ch. 02 Lisa & I on Vacation – Part 2 The Next Day The door shut and I sat there strangely alone wondering what the hell just happened. Don't get me wrong – it had been exciting as hell and I had enjoyed every minute of it. I saw the light flash off under the door and muting the TV, I heard nothing coming from the bedroom. I reckoned they had actually gone to sleep. So, I turned the TV back on quietly, set it's timer to turn off and I dozed off to an old episode of Seinfeld. I won't say that loud noises woke me in the middle of the night, but something obviously did as I sat up and wondered where I was. The TV was off and it was dark in the room. Then I heard Lisa moaning in the bedroom and realized in a hurry what was going on. I stood and walked toward the bedroom door and listened and heard the bed rocking, Lisa moaning, and Chris breathing – he was fucking her again! My penis immediately sprang to life and I held it softly in my hand, slowly stroking it as he urged her on to another orgasm. I couldn't figure out which was more erotic – actually watching the two of them together or listening to them behind the door. The noises were sending me over the edge – their moaning, their sounds of their bodies slapping and slamming together, her cries of pleasure, his moans of delight – it was all so intoxicating, I could barely breathe. Lisa finally cried out loudly in orgasm, calling Chris' name over and over. And then I heard Chris bellow and slam into her body one more time. All I could wonder was which position were they in? How were their bodies melding together? Was his tongue buried in her mouth? Where were her hands? His hands? I continued to stroke myself slowly, not wanting to cum quickly. There were whispering and then feet hitting the floor. I walked over, lay back down on the couch and closed my eyes as the door gently opened. I felt someone nudge me and opened my eyes. It was Chris. Nude. His cock was still somewhat hard and covered with my wife's juices. My eyes were drawn to it, its size, it's scent. If he hadn't of said something, I may have even reached for it, but . . . "Hey," he said, looking a bit bewildered. "I, uh, want to, uh, thank you. I had no idea that this would, uh, happen." He reached over and grabbed his clothes and began to put them back on. I gave him a small smile, relieved he'd unknowingly interrupted me, and said, "Hey, I didn't expect it either. It was pretty wild and I'm pretty sure I never want it to happen again, but I'm glad it did. I guess you were in the right place at the right time." He laughed quietly, "Yea, I guess I was. Wow. She's a wildcat and you are a lucky guy. Look, I give you my word not to approach her again, uh, sexually, but I hope this won't keep us from hanging out until you leave. I've really had a great time this week." "No problem," I replied, "It's cool. We'll see you tomorrow or today depending on what time it is." He laughed again and said, "Great. I'm glad. I'll see you later. By the way, she's waiting for you." He nodded his head toward the bedroom and then walked out the slider and climbed over the railing back to his room. She was awake and completely naked, all the sheets and covers were on the floor. She smiled when she saw me and beckoned me over to her. "I'm sorry," she whispered. I smiled at her and said, "All is forgiven." Who was I to be angry when I was the one who'd taken her top off to begin with? She reached for me and asked me if I'd run her a bath. I kissed her forehead and wound up giving her a bath. We slept in each other's arms for the rest of the night and made quiet, incredible love when we woke up. Our hands knew one another so well, we touched each other exactly where the other enjoyed to be touched. We kissed and moved slowly with one another. It was beautiful. She orgasmed with her tongue in my mouth, her body nearly in seizure as she quivered against me. I joined her moments later with my own mind-blowing orgasm, filling her myself and re-claiming her body as my own. "I love you." She whispered. "And I you," I whispered back. All was right with the world again. We only had 2 days and 1 night remaining on our visit. Chris joined us at the beach both days and for our meals. Our final night we spent alone though, just holding one another acting like a couple of teenagers making out, touching and clutching and kissing. Finally, I got her into the bedroom and our bodies come together forcibly; we fucked and fucked hard like there was no tomorrow. We left the next afternoon to come home. We shared email addresses with Chris and told him we'd look him up the next time we got out to San Diego to visit Lisa's family. She hugged him and then looked at me, then looked up at him and kissed him full on for about a minute. Then she backed away and we took off. We talk of that night every now and then, if things have gotten a bit stale in the bedroom, one of us will bring it up and we'll fuck like rabbits talking about it. We wonder together if we'd do something like that again . . . next month we'll find out as we head out to San Diego for a four day weekend. Chris knows we are coming and is looking forward to seeing us again. Lisa bought some sexy new panties and a new nightie that she won't let me see until we get there. When I pressed her on it she told me it wouldn't kill me to wait. Then she said, "I wonder what Chris would think of it?" And gave me her oh so sexy smile.