10 comments/ 101657 views/ 10 favorites Pathway to Depravity By: Phoenician It was our first wedding anniversary and we celebrated it with a second honeymoon. Sara at twenty was four years younger than me and is the love of my life. We still behaved like newly weds and enjoyed sex with each other whenever we could but that was not surprising because I was Sara's first and I had little more experience than she did. But that honeymoon was to change the course of our marriage from that year on. I suppose it started the first night we were at the hotel. We dressed for dinner, I casually and Sara wore her black shift dress which accentuated her slim athletic body. In fact I realised, walking to the dining area, that she looked stupendous. The dress was a loose A line cut and with every movement it appeared to emphasise her lithe body underneath. The dress swirled with her every high heeled step. In the outdoor dining area we were able to see that the other hotel guests were a pretty mixed bag. As it was out of season there were as expected plenty of older people but surprising there were enough young people that we didn't feel out of place. At the end of dinner the entertainment began so we stayed around nursing our drinks listening to what was on offer. After a singer and an exhibition of 'folklore' dancing it was announced that there were going to be games and prizes. This is the point where I would normally proffer our excuses and leave but Sara wanted to stay and to see what was going to happen. The games were the usual sort rather silly, very so slightly risqué games. Sara insisted we should join in at least one so at some point we responded to the call for players and went out onto the floor. The game was the one where you have to pass an orange from one person to another without touching it with your hands. It was a blousy middle aged fat woman who started to pass the orange to me. She has it in the crook of her neck and I tried to reciprocate her and take it off her. She insisted on squirming around rubbing her breasts into my chest and as the orange slipped down her body I found I was rubbing my face between her breasts trying to get the orange secured with my chin. At last I succeeded and turned to Sara. 'You seemed to be having fun with that woman.' 'See if you can do better then,' which she did immediately relieving me of the orange as if she played this game constantly. She turned to the next person who I recognised as one of the two men in the room next door to our room. In spite of Sara's efforts there seemed to be a lot of difficulty in passing the orange on. The man had his hands on her waist to keep her close to him and he was frequently raising and lowering his body and coincidentally running his hands up and down Sara's body trying to get a purchase on it the orange. Eventually he succeeded and turned to the next person. Sara grabbed my hand and dragged me off back to the table. 'Maybe you were right.' 'Right about what" 'Right about not staying around to play these silly games.' 'Why, what's the matter?' 'He had his hands all over me and was rubbing his thing against me.' 'I'm sure he didn't mean to.' I said not really believing that. After all Sara is very attractive and her dress was a pretty flimsy barrier to her body. He must have had a very good feel of her. 'You saw that I had to get very close to that woman, it what the game is all about, so don't blame him.' Sara is not stupid in fact she is highly intelligent but she does often appears to be naïve. This is because she is not worldly wise, she often acts the innocent abroad. She was brought up in a highly protective environment amongst nice people who only did nice things. In fact I still find it hard to believe that I was her first boyfriend. We returned to our room where Sara immediately steered me to the bed where we made quite passionate love. 'You seem to be particularly horney' 'Don't be silly, it's just like our honeymoon.' I had my doubts especially as she spent time successfully arousing me again to so that we could make love languidly. The next evening the entertainment was a quartet playing romantic music out by the swimming pool. We were sitting together on cushions on the ground watching them when the man from the next door room came up to us. 'Hi, my name's Carl, I'm in the room next door to you and we sort of met last night with the oranges. I thought you might like to have a drink with me.' He had a bottle of champagne and three glasses making his intention very clear. We were both already slightly drunk but would have been impolite to refuse and he poured the champagne, grabbed some more cushions and settle himself next to Sara. She moved a bit closer to me to increase the distance from him. There was some desultory conversation, he and his friend come from Germany and had been at the resort some days. His friend was out with someone else so that he was on his own. We drank the champagne, with Sara drinking more than was good for her. Conversation petered out in a relaxed way and we all settled back to enjoy the music. Sara has snuggled into me resting her head on my shoulder with her back to Carl. I notice though that she would fidget ever so gently. Initially, I just thought that she was trying to get more comfortable but then I realised that there must be something more happening. I looked across and saw that Carl was lying down closer to her than before and that it looked as though he had one of his arms very, very close to Sara's arse. I sat up a it more slightly dislodging Sara but she still maintained her position. I could now see that Carl did in fact have his arm going up Sara's dress and he must at least be fondling the back of Sara's thighs. Her dress gave easy access to her body. I know that I should have felt angry and stood up and made a scene but we were nicely relaxed and it would seem that Sara was content and if I was Carl I would be trying to do the same thing. I also found that I was feeling very sexually excited. My cock was growing in my pants and was beginning to feel uncomfortable constrained. I turned my body slightly more towards Sara to relieve the discomfort. She looked up and me and raised her head to kiss me. I do not know why but Carl seemed to think that this was some form of acceptance because he become more obvious with his actions. I could see him moving and then positioning his hand on the top of Sara's thigh and then his hand travelled gently up to her crutch. Sara tightened her grip on me and I could then see that his hand was rhythmically stroking the outside of her panties. 'I think we should go back to the room" I whispered to her. 'Yes', she replied in a desultory manner. 'Yes' I whispered back. Then more loudly so that Carl could hear 'We are going back to our room.' We walked slowly to the room and I could tell that Sara was both drunk and excited. She kept snogging me and and feeling for my cock all the way to the room. I was unlocking the door Carl breathlessly arrived brandishing champagne. 'We still have some champagne to finish,' he said. 'Thanks but I'm tired,' Sara said. 'Just a quick nightcap, I said inviting him in. Sara gave me a very puzzled look. Sara flopped on the bed and giggled, Carl poured champagne, I suspected that he had acquired a new bottle. I went and opened the door to the balcony and then went to the bathroom to use the lavatory. I hesitated before entering the room again and carefully looked around the corner to see what was happening. Carl was on the bed with Sara and his hand was very clearly up her dress and massaging her pussy. 'No, don't, I don't know you.' 'But you're enjoying it and you're so lovely.' 'I'm married and my husband will be back any moment. Stop it.' 'You enjoyed it when we were outside and your husband didn't seem to mind out there.' Carl silenced any reply with a kiss and moved her dress up higher gaining access to her breasts. He then moved and took one of her nipples in his mouth and at that point Sara closed her eyes and looked as though she was giving up any fight there might have been. I wasn't surprised with this scene. I guess I either suspected it would end up something like this or even that I wanted it to end up like this. I went into the room ignored by both Carl and Sara and so I sat and watched feeling the trembling of excitement rippling through my body. Car moved from Sara nipple down to her panties and drew them down. 'No, please don't' Sara seemed to whisper with little conviction as she raised her hips to facilitate their removal. Carl kissed her mound and licked her clit as she held his head tightly to her. Little moans came from her as she gently cried 'yes, oh yes, oh yes!' I sat softly stroking myself as I watched in a state of curious detachment and mounting excitement. Carl repositioned himself and entered Sara with his cock setting up a frantic tempo, she clasping him with her legs wrapped around him he grunting with some lustful urgency she whimpering and moaning with orgasmic abandonment. I could not believe that I was watching is cock sliding in and out of her with her cunt lips seemingly clasping it to prevent him from withdrawing and then encouraging the return stroke. Just as suddenly as he had started fucking her his body went rigid and he buckled as he spurted his semen into her vagina. Sara climaxed again and I could see the tremors racing through her body as she flushed red with her orgasm. In a quick and perfunctory manner Carl smiled picked up his clothing and left the room. I joined Sara on the bed, she beamed at me drawing me to her and we began to make love. This time it was different from anytime I have experienced with her before. I felt that my cock was totally rigid and I was driven by a lust that was tireless. She was also different and drew me into her with a passion that she had never shown. She kept on climaxing and being swept by orgasms. I climaxed but even when my cock was limp I continued to explore every part of her body with my mouth, tongue and hands. She reciprocated and sucked my cock to arose me again. We continued like this until the early hours when lapsed from exhaustion into sleep. When I woke late the next day Sara was crying next to me. I cuddled her and asked what was wrong. 'What have I done. How can you ever forgive me?' 'Its allright darling. I was there and if it was wrong I would have stopped it.' 'It was so dirty. What can you think of me?' 'I love you.' 'But you can't. I was disgusting.' 'No you weren't. It was perfectly ok. I found it exciting.' 'You're disgusting letting that happen.' and then she went into a sulk and turned away from me, quietly sobbing. I stayed cuddling her until she stopped sobbing and she went back to sleep. It was quite late in the morning and because she was sleeping I got up and went in search getting some breakfast. As I passed reception Carl come over to me. 'I'm leaving and want to thank you for last night. Your wife is very beautiful. You're a lucky man' I felt embarrassed and did not know what to say. 'Here is my phone number, if you are ever in Germany you must come and stay we me.' 'Yes, well great, have a good journey.' I shook him by the hand not knowing what else to do and still feeling embarrassed resumed my search for breakfast. Sara was showering when I returned but when she came out wrapped in her towel she still looked miserable. 'We can't stay here.' 'Why?' 'I can't stay whilst that man is around. It will just remind me of what happened and I can't face that.' 'I just saw him checking out. You won't see him around.' I didn't tell her of Carl's invitation. 'The holiday is ruined.' It was at this point that I began to beginning to get angry with her. 'We are both adults. If you didn't want it you could have stopped it at any time. You could have stopped him when he was feeling you up earlier last night.' A trace of surprise crossed Sara's face. I do not think she knew that I had seen Carl's activities whilst we were listening to the music. 'Anyway we're on holiday and it's a well know fact that what happens on holiday doesn't count.' Not a convincing argument but it quietened her and she ended the conversation by returning to the bathroom where she stayed for quite a long time. After she came out and got dressed it was as if nothing had happened except that she was more than normally affectionate, holding hands, kissing me and looking at me with desirous eyes. We resumed our routine of spending the day by the pool and sunbathing. The only difference was that she chose a place where there were mostly couples and no single men. She also had dressed in a more conservative style. Instead of her usual bikini she had her shorts on and a blouse so that she was fairly well covered up. She came close to me and said in a low murmuring voice, 'Are you sure you are not angry about last night?' 'Yes, I told you that I would have stopped it if I wasn't.' 'You don't think less of me do you?' 'Why should I, I told you I love you and we did it together?' 'But it was so dirty.' 'If we do it together and love each other and no one is hurt then it isn't dirty. I love you and nothing is going to change that.' 'Did you really get excited?' 'Yes, it was very erotic. How did you feel at the time?' 'I dunno. I guess it was pretty extreme.' 'Anyway we don't need to do it again unless you want to. It's up to you.' 'Do you want to do it again?' 'I'm happy with you and whatever you like. I couldn't do anything that would push us apart.' Nearest us were a middle aged couple and I could see that the man was glancing at Sara every so often. At one stage he said something to his wife and soon after she asked Sara if she could borrow some sun tan. I guess it was a ruse to break the ice so to speak as I could see that they had more than one bottle of sun tan. She began chatting to Sara, and for the rest of the afternoon they chatted off and on. Later back at the room Sara told me that they were Swedish and seemed to be a very nice couple so I was not that surprised when later that evening they came over to our table and asked if they could join us for dinner. We had a very enjoyable time. Tage insisted that he would pay for the wine as they were imposing on our company and Ingar was solicitous asking about our backgrounds and interests. Ingar confided to Sara that she reminded her of her daughter and that made it particular pleasant to be with us. I began to think that their intentions were not quite so straight forward when I felt Ingar's hand on my leg. I ignored it for a bit and then shifted position forcing her to remove it. She turned to me and smiled and said something I could not quite hear and laughed. Of course Ingar's attentions were not unpleasant. She was the stereotypical Swedish beauty. Great figure with luxurious blond hair and almost luminous blue eyes. When her hand returned to my leg and moved gently upwards I could feel the excitement mount in me and my cock becoming erect. Still I felt embarrassed not wishing for this to happen as I thought that Sara was still feeling fragile and upset. This time to stop her I dropped my napkin on the floor and bent down to pick it up from under the table. It released Ingar's grip but then I was shocked to see what Tage was up to. Tage's hand was resting high up on Sara's thigh with her skirt bunched up. Sara had her legs parted and I could she the discolouration on her pants where she was clearly very damp. Tage was flicking a finger up against her pants. I quickly sat back and looked directly at Sara. She smiled mischievously at me. 'Are you all right?' Sara said to me. 'Fine,' although I was still shocked at the difference between her remorse that morning and her behaviour now. Ingar brought her mouth to me ear and whispered, 'I can feel you are very excited, shall we do something about it?' All I could do was nod and then Ingar said to all, 'Shall we take coffee and brandy in our suit?' 'What a good idea,' Tage replied, and turning to Sara, 'I am sure there is something you would like to drink.' Sara giggled. Tage and Ingar did have a suite, with its own balcony and more impressively with a Jacuzzi on it. 'So we all will get into the Jacuzzi? Yes?' Ingar announced as soon as we were in the suite. Ingar stripped off her clothes with well practiced efficiency and climbed into the Jacuzzi. From what I could see her body did not disappoint. Tage was busy getting glasses and drinks organised. I turned to Sara, 'Are you sure about this?' 'We're on holiday and I feel so dirty and I can see you feel the same way!' She said this as she was rubbing her hand up and down my erection and so she knew what she was talking about. We both removed our clothes and climbed into the Jacuzzi. At first it was all a bit awkward at least for us. Sara and I sat side by side opposite Inga who sat there smiling at us. This all changed when Tage came in with the drinks. He simply said 'move over' and sat between Sara and me forcing me to move around. Nor did he waste any time. He turned to Sara whispered something to her ear and then stood up and placed his cock in front of her mouth. Sara turned smiled and winked at me and then engulfed Tages cock in her mouth. 'I told you there would be something for you to drink up here,' he laughed. I watched in fascination as his cock sawed in and out of my wife's mouth. I do not know whether it was bigger than normal but compared with Sara's delicate features it looked enormous. Sara's cheeks went concave as she sucked on his cock trying to fill herself with him. She wrapped her arms around his waist pulling him to her. Ingar moved around and took my cock in her hand and started stroking me. 'Which do you prefer being with me or watching your wife?' It was in many ways an impossible question to answer. 'Both,' I answered. 'I think at the moment you prefer watching your wife. Seeing her ravished, seeing her fucked. You know that Tage is old enough to be her father. I think anything your wife does will turn you on. No matter how depraved she becomes it will excite you.' It was a remark which passed me by at the time but Ingar was more perceptive that I realised. 'I think that Sara shares your passion. I think you and she enjoy deptravity.' I did not pay her any attention as at that moment Tage was climaxing spurting his semen into Sara's mouth. Unusually Sara was trying to swallow it but with her mouth already full of cock, Tage's seed was running down her cheeks. Ingar climbed onto my lap and placed my cock at the mouth of her vagina and pressed herself down on me. Meanwhile Tage had lifted Sara up onto the side of the Jacuzzi and buried his face into her pussy. Sara turned to me and blew me a kiss and then started to sidle herself across beside me with Tages mouth still clasped to her pussy. She leant across and kissed me full on the lips poking her tongue into my mouth carrying the flavour of Tage's sperm. She then turned to Ingar and kissed her and they passionately embraced. Ingar began to climax, Sara began to climax and that combined with the sight of Sara passionately kissing Ingar with Tage suckling her pussy triggered my climax, ejaculating inside Ingar. We sat around relaxing and sipping our drinks, chatting about nothing in particular. We were an odd sight by then. Tage was draped across Sara, and I was draped across Sara and Ingar. I am sure that anyone watching us would have found it very erotic. Tage was the first to recover and again sat Sara on the side of the Jacuzzi and brought his cock close to her pussy. She guided him in and he gently moved back and forth. 'Did I say how much you remind me of my daughter,' Tage said to Sera. Pathway to Depravity Ch. 02 The first part of this story is in the 'Loving Wives' section but as it upset all those readers either looking for vanilla romance or revenge stories I am posting part two here. If you are offended by husbands and wives enjoying sex with others then do not read this fictional story. ---------------- I woke in the early hours with the thin light of pre dawn just about illuminating the room. It took some seconds to orientate myself and to realise that the sleeping form next to me was not Sara but Ingar. I left the room to use the toilet and then wandered into the living room area where I found Sara dressed and staring out of the window. 'Lets go,' she said. We returned to our own room in silence and went to bed and slept. Later when we woke little was said. We both had hangovers and certainly I felt quite fragile. We ate breakfast in silence and deep in thought. I could not quite work out my reactions to the past two days' events. I had really enjoyed myself and had been very excited but there was the underlying doubt and guilt about what we had done. Gazing at Sara's face I wondered about her unfaithfulness and my unfaithfulness with Ingar. I knew that I loved Sara but now I was pondering whether she really loved me and was she questioning why I had encouraged her and how did she interpret it. I was unable find a way of raising these issues and sat there methodically sipping my coffee. I imagined that similar thoughts were going through Sara's head as she was abnormally quiet and avoided eye contact with me. We went for a walk outside the hotel complex in the surrounding wild scrubland and it was Sara who eventually raised the subject. 'We shouldn't do that again.' I remained quiet not knowing what to say. 'It's wrong and it will effect us.' 'How do you think?' I eventually answered. 'I couldn't bear to loose you and if you sleep around you will find someone else.' 'The same applies to you. I've only done it one night but you have done it twice,' I said defensively revealing my existing sense of guilt. 'Yes, but you encouraged me, you could have stopped it and none of them could replace you.' Her voice had a pleading quality to it which only heightened the sense that I had unleashed some awful genie which would not easily fit back into the bottle. 'We both enjoyed it. I did and you appeared to be lapping it up.' As the words came out I then only then realised the dreadful choice of words. We fell silent again. She grasped my hand and we continued walking with Sara squeezing it every so often and occasionally giving me little kisses on my cheek. Suddenly she burst into tears. 'I don't know how to handle it. I love you and I don't want to loose you and I was jealous of you with Ingar and its all so dirty and wrong,' she said in a single gush. I had to reassure her. 'I love you and nothing will take me apart from you. You're my wife and you are the most beautiful woman in the world. Ingar isn't the half of you. No one is.' I continued, 'We won't do it again and we will avoid Tage and Ingar and we'll treat this as just some aberrant holiday fling.' Sara looked relieved. 'It was hot though wasn't it,', she smiled playfully. 'Yes it was very hot and exciting.' I replied. 'So it might happen again, mighten it? Even if we didn't really want it to it might just happen? I mean if it was bad for us you would stop it wouldn't you?' 'I would always stop anything bad happening to you,' I quickly responded thinking about the possibilities which might open up. The rest of the day we spent away from the hotel so that we could avoid Tage and Ingar. Our time was taken up with typical mundane holiday activities. Some sight seeing, the odd drink in a bar and eating in restaurants. There had though been a change between us. It was if we were on our honeymoon again behaving like two new lovers who had just found each other. Sara would come up to me and hold my hand or put her arm around my waist and I would be doing the same. We would kiss whether there was an excuse or not reveling in each others company. That night we both seemed to be extremely horny, kissing cuddling and making love or lying side by side stroking each other's bodies until sleep overtook us. The next day we spent time around one of the pool areas chosen to avoid running into Tage and Ingar. It was uneventful except that we met up with Louise. Louise was a lot like Sara. She said that she was nineteen but her body was more delicate and her demeanour appeared to more like someone who was younger. It was Sara who had met her first when she had gone to get some ice cream. She and Louise returned together as Sara had offered to lend her some English magazines. The two of them chatted most of the afternoon about fashion, celebrities and whatever else women talk about with each other. I concentrated on my book with the occasional dip in the pool. Back in the room in the evening Sara announced that she had agreed that we would go to a night club with Louise. Although Sara had not consulted me I was happy to go along with the plans. Sara got dressed but unlike the previous evening when she had chosen simple but sexy outfits tonight she was dressed to kill. She had a short red flared skirt with black nylons and high heels, bare midriff, and a skimpy black blouse without a bra underneath. She looked extremely sexy and the thought crossed my mind that I should rip her clothes off immediately and make love to her. 'A bit over the top?' I suggested. 'Don't you like me like this,' she replied and felt the front of my trousers. She could feel the lust building up in me. 'I love you like that but you could give people the wrong impression.' Sara pouted and sulked for a moment or two. 'O.K. we'll call it off. I tell Louise that you don't want us to go and we will spend the evening here.' 'No it's not that we shouldn't go I just think that you should cover yourself up a bit more. The locals are probably more conservative than at home.' 'Well I'm not changing again. We either go with me like this or we don't go.' We went. We met up with Louise in the hotel lobby. I thought crossed my mind that there was some sort of conspiracy as Louise was very similarly dressed but although she had black stocking and high heels, she had a short white flared skirt and white skimpy blouse. I could not tell whether she was wearing a bra but I doubted it. 'Is anyone coming with you?' I asked Louise expecting a boyfriend to be with her. 'No silly, Louse is on the pull, that why we are going with her,' Sara revealed. Louise blushed and giggled and turned away from me as though she was embarrassed. The night club was more like an open air beach bar with music. We found a table and when I returned with drinks I found that there were two lads already at the table chatting up the girls. I was initially a bit hostile to them but then Sara took me off to the dance floor. 'Don't be so stand offish with the boys. They there so that Louise can have some fun so give her a chance.' Sara had a point and as the evening progressed we all chatted together. The lads turned out to be good company. Ilipe and Juan spoke English well and we found we had a lot in common. We all did a lot of dancing and the jugs of wine seemed never to empty no matter how much we drank. Everyone was having a good time. When I was not dancing I loved watching Sara. She was the prettiest woman in the club and whenever she did a twirl her little dress would flare up revealing the full extent of her long legs. I particularly like seeing her revealing the naked flesh between the top of her nylon hold-ups and her little black panties. At some point I was dancing a slow number with Louise. Her arms were draped around my neck as much to maintain her balance as anything else. My arms were around her back and I could feel how vulnerable her elfin body felt. She smelt beautiful. It was not the fragrance of a perfume but there was a sweet human musky aroma which pervaded her presence. I took deep breathes trying to capture as much of it as I could luxuriating in its stimulating sensuality. I was gently running my hands up and down her back in time to the music and I could feel my cock trying to escape its confines. I had the impression that she was pushing her body into mine and holding me more tightly. I was sure she could feel the desire emanating from my crutch. I felt awkward and we soon returned to the table to refresh ourselves. Louise was sitting between Juan and me and I could not help but look down at her legs. Her skirt had ridden up and I could see the naked skin above her hold-up stockings. I found it strangely erotic. I had seen her earlier in the day in her bikini and she had far more flesh exposed then. In this context there was somehow a titillating promise of more. I thought that she had beautiful legs and at that moment I wanted to run my hand up her thighs. Juan was thinking the same and did place his hand on her leg. She brushed it aside and giggled and then turned to me and asked me to dance again. We danced close together and found ourselves by Sara and Ilipe also dancing intimately. Sara was draped around Ilipe and he had his hands under her skirt massaging her ass cheeks. 'Sara is doing well, I wouldn't mind some of that,' Louise whispered to me and then she uncurled herself from me and tapped Ilipe on the shoulder. Ilipe smiled and passed Sara to me and wrapped himself around Louise. 'God I'm so hot,' Sara said as she nuzzled into my shoulder, 'You seem be getting on well with Louise, you fancy her don't you?' She looked up at me and rather than reply I kissed her energetically. 'Lets leave and make love.' 'I'll go and check out Sara.' After a brief chat with Louise, Sara returned. 'Ilipe and Juan have invited us back to their place and Louise wants to go and I did promise her that I wouldn't leave her by herself.' Resignedly I agreed and we all left. Ilipe and Juan had a small flat outside the resort which backed out onto the beach. They put on some quiet and slow music and dancing began again. This time Louise was dancing with Juan and Sara with me. Sara and I were both hot, we were not so much dancing as feeling each other up in a standing vertical position. 'Lets go somewhere more private,' I said. 'Soon lover,' Sara replied, 'but we have to wait for when Louise is ready. We can't leave her here by herself.' We disentangled and Sara went across and talked to Louise. I was surprised when Sara then began dancing with Ilipe. Louise came across to me and said, 'Lets just stay a bit longer I'll make it worth your wile, pretty please?' She bent down and gave me a kiss and I could hardly refuse and be seen as a party pooper. Louise then went and pulled Juan onto the dance floor. I watched them all dance and looked forward to Sara doing a twirl. But when I was rewarded I did not see that lovely gap between the stockings and her panties instead I saw that she had lost her panties and was completely exposed. I tried to think when she might have lost them and why. Juan was enfolded around Louise and had his hands up the back of her skirt. I could see that she too had beautiful legs now that Juan had raised her skirt and was massaging her with his hands inside her panties. He began to slowly lower them and Louise did not do anything to stop him. Sara saw what was happening and came and kneeled in front of me. 'We should let Louise have her fun for a bit. Are you getting inpatient?' She placed her hand on my crutch and felt my erection underneath. 'I'll have to do something about that!' She unzipped my trousers and released my cock and lowered her month over it whilst looking lovingly into my eyes. Sara has always given good blow jobs and this time was no exception. Her gentle tongue and lip caresses brought me to a full erection and I was beginning to enjoy it immensely. When Ilipe came and stood behind Sara I felt helpless with desire. I watched as with one hand he caressed under Sara's skirt and with the other unzipped his trousers and brought out his cock. He wasted no time in thrusting it into Sara's pussy. Her body was driven forward pushing her mouth further down my cock and I watched her eyes widen in either surprise or pleasure. Ilipe became vigorous, driving his cock in and out of Sara and she was responding clenching her mouth strongly around my cock. I could feel the vibrations of Sara's moans through my penis and realised that she was fast approaching an orgasm. Somehow we all came at about the same time but Sara was not able to swallow my sperm which spilt out on her face. Ilipe withdrew and moved off towards Louse and Juan. Sara climbed into my lap and began covering my face with small kisses. 'I love you so much, you are such a wonderful husband. I am so proud of you.' She snuggled into me whilst I watched Ilipe help Juan take Louise's clothes off. It was a beautiful sight as Louise just stood there as if attended by servants disrobing her. They removed her clothing item by item, slowed down by their need to kiss and stoke each area of new exposed area of flesh. She did nothing to help them but reveled in the sensations she was clearly experiencing. Small shivers would rack her body and when she needed to lift her legs she had to get support from one or other of them. Eventually she was laid on the floor and she parted her legs and bent her knees. Ilipe was the first placing his head between her thighs securing his mouth to her pussy. Louise soon began to writhe and buck her hips whilst holding Ilipe's head to her. Ilipe disengaged and he was replaced by the now naked Juan and Louise eagerly guided Juan into her. Louise was enthusiastic and clamped her legs around Juan's back and shouting encouraging words. She reached out for Ilipe's cock and nibbled and sucked on it, trying to arouse it. Watching Louise orgasm after orgasm was very arousing. After Juan ejaculated and withdrew it was apparent that Louise was still in a state of heightened excitement. Sara pulled me up by my penis and led me across the room with my trousers around my knees to Louise. 'Fuck her, you fancy her like hell, so do it.' I didn't resist. I entered her and she raised her hips and matched me stroke by stoke. I noticed the difference in feel and smell between her and Sara. The indefinable difference was particularly electrifying. The novelty of intimacy with someone different exaggerated all the sensations my body was experiencing. Normally I would ejaculate fairly quickly but now I was in a continuous state of arousal and felt I could continue for ever with her slight body pushing up to mine with unexpected strength. Sara was now beside us, she had lost her blouse but still had her skirt around her hips and Ilipe was now fucking her again. He and I developed the same rhythm and I was able to alternate between looking at Sara's and Louise's faces. Louise had her eyes closed and was lost in her feelings but Sara had her eyes open and was looking and smiling at me. At some point she raised her hand and pulled my face to hers and kissed me before surrendering again to Ilipe's administrations. Louise gripped me tightly and screamed as her final orgasm racked her body sending me over the edge with my eventual ejaculation. She and I then lay watching Sara and Ilipe reach their climax. We men were spent, Juan was already sleeping and Ilipe had settled down in a chair and looked as if he was dozing off. I had difficulty in keeping my eyes open despite the spectacle next to me of Louise and Sara caressing each other. I was unsure of what occurred after that. The events may have been real or dreams but at some stage I think I woke to the sound of Juan and Sara making out beside me. I know I kissed her and felt very warm towards her and returned to sleep. At another point I found myself on the verge of ejaculation and opened my eyes to see Louise bent over me and I was cumming in her mouth. Most of the time I was simply immersed in a sleepy sea of eroticism. When I properly woke the next morning Sara was already awake looking into my eyes. 'Hey.' 'Hey, yourself.' 'That was something wasn't it.' 'I guess so. Are you all right with it?' 'I trust you and I believe you would have stopped it if you thought it wasn't ok. I think you quite fancy Louise.' 'You are the only woman for me.' 'Yes I know but isn't variety the spice of life?' We kissed. it was not a passionate kiss with overtones of lust, it was a kiss of love and of confidence in each other. I knew with complete certainty that we would be together whatever and we were truly as one with each other. Pathway to Depravity 'No what's her name? ' Sara responded without much interest, more focused on his member and the warmth rising up again throughout her body. 'Sara! Isn't that a coincidence.' Sara visibly became more excited. 'So you can be my daddy. Fuck me daddy, fuck me!" Sara was now very excited raising herself up from the Jacuzzi side so that she could thrust herself at Tage and increase the impact of his thrusts. Ingar stood and asked me to lick and suck her. I moved down to her pussy but she turned and guided my mouth to her arse. I have never done this before. Initially I hesitated thinking about dirt but then I realised that anything like that would have been washed by the water in the Jacuzzi. I applied by mouth tentatively to her anus as she bent forward pulling her cheeks apart. I was surprised as I ran my tongue across her arsehole how pleasurable it was. I could feel Ingar trembling every time my mouth touched her anus and this encouraged me. Not before long I was trying to insert my tongue into her arsehole and then sucking and probing again. Ingar bent over more with her face almost into the water. I stood and bent over her to get a better angle and found that I could get my tongue right into her anus. Ingar pulled my head away and then reached down and guided my cock to her arse. This again was a first for me. I slowly pushed my cock into her anus and couldn't believe how tight it was. She reached behind her and guided my motions drawing me in, then resting and then in again until I was completely in her. Then I felt an entirely new sensation, a warm mouth on my own anus a licking and a probing tongue. I looked up and only could see Tage watching and stoking himself. I couldn't resist the sensations running through me any longer and began frantically bucking back and forth matched by Ingar and Sara until I came and was completely drained. 'You might as well stay the night with us, we have two bedrooms with this suite.' I think we were all too tired by then because nothing more was said. Sara went off with Tage to one room and Ingar led me off to the other room. We made love again with each other, more gently and more as though we were really lovers. Just before we drifted off to sleep I asked Ingar why they had two bedrooms, was it preparation for something like this. 'No don't be silly. Its for our daughter Sara, she joins us in a couple of days time. You'll like her when you meet her!'