8 comments/ 13911 views/ 4 favorites Sherry's Awakening By: easypeasy3102 A SLUT REBORN We were 36 yrs old and acted 56. Don't get me wrong, our lives were good, even great. The only two children we had, Dana and Denise, were twins and planning on moving to the dorm at college this year. The last eighteen years had been good to all of us. I was the regional vice president of a large multinational corporation and we lived well, with enough money to do what we wanted. One of the luxuries we enjoyed was to have Sherry be a stay at home Mom. So she could, and did, and we all reaped the benefits of it. Young to be in my position, I had accomplished it with ease, through the over abundance of brains allocated to me at birth, through no fault of my own. But you know what they say about us brainy types. Along with the smarts comes a healthy sex drive. In my case certainly true, I did have a strong libido. Not so my lady, as the girls grew up, things had slowed down in our bedroom. One of the things that gave me hope for the near future was the girls were going to be out of the house and in college. I knew they wanted to get out from under our parental rules and spread their wings. Their mother kept a close eye on them, not stifling, but watchfully always there. If they had known what her sex life was like at eighteen they would have been shocked and more than a little empowered in their own experimentation with sex. When we were at their age we were really just starting our lives together, and we were insatiable. We made love constantly, everywhere, and with great delight no holds barred. Both of us were inventive in our lovemaking; we had some wild times. Even though we married early and got pregnant quickly, our lusty love was so strong nothing seemed to slow us down. While Sherry was big and preggers, I delighted in her heavy breasts, spooning behind her, and caressing her swollen belly, as I stroked my cock inside her. She breastfed the twins, and for months I took my share of her mothers milk. She loved to have me nursing with the kids, and was constantly turned on by it, her nipples very sensitive and sending streaks of desire, straight through her to her pussy. Me, I was in heaven. We were young, in love, and drenched in plain old physical lust. The girls, our babies, cemented our love, and made it stronger. Together we raised them from toddlers to teens. I stayed involved as much as it was possible to be when I wasn't working. The change came slowly over the years, as the girls grew and got older. Sherry became Mom. And Mom wasn't the sexual dynamo Sherry used to be. Sex, although Sherry was always willing, became a duty, almost unimportant to her. She was not the firecracker I married. It was like she left herself, her needs and desires, to become just Mom. The girls were happy, healthy, athletic, beautiful young ladies. Sherry was vibrantly alive, very happy, but tuned down sexually a notch to me. How could I not be happy too, we had a wonderful family. I had a beautiful, fit, lovable wife, who loved me, but I wanted my lusty wife back. The one I married. The thought of cheating, leaving my family, my wife, never crossed my mind. Doing something to light the fire back in my bride did. I spent considerable time researching and came up with a place and a plan. When the girls were safely in school, I would treat Sherry to a special vacation. Dana came bouncing into our bedroom and said, "Come on you guys, we need to get on the road." And promptly turned and yelled at her sister to hurry. Sherry was packing the last of our things for our one night stay in their college town. We were taking them to the dorm for school. She looked at me and grinned, "That girl will be up on her toes when she's 50 yrs old I swear." It was true. Both girls were a bundle of energy but Dana was the runner. She was never still. Denise, less gregarious, would look at her with exasperation sometimes as Dana would demand her participation, but would always acquiesce, go along, as is the way with twins. They were, for the differences in their natures, very close to each other, virtually inseparable. That gave Sherry and I a lot of confidence in their combined strength, to deal initially with whatever trials they might face away from home. If more were needed, it wouldn't take me long, and I could be by their sides. They were growing up into young women, but it was hard to let go. We've always been a close knit family, and this would be the first time for them to be away from us, for any length of time. There was always the phone, and sure it would be used, but it's not like being there, immediately, in person during crisis. Now it was Denise's turn. "Mom, Dad, you ready to go?" she said with a soft smile, looking at her Mom first, then at me. Sherry looked at her and grinned, "The evil munchkin sent you didn't she?" Denise laughed. "Come on, give me a bag. If we don't show soon, she may leave without us." I put my arms around her laughing with her, "Don't let her wear you out kiddo. You're going to be the only brake she has at school, you know that?" Denise hugged me tightly. "I know Dad, and that scares me just a little bit. It's not like she's going to do anything really radical, but God, .....sometimes!" From the front of the house came an enthusiastic whistle. "Come on slow pokes! We're going to be late!" Sherry started shooing us out the door. "Guess we better get in gear. The train's loading and the conductor is anxious." We got the girls settled in their dorm. There were no dry eyes when we left, mine included. In typical Dana fashion, she launched herself at me, wrapping her body around me in a tight hug. Her lips found mine in a quick, hard kiss and then pressed her face to the side of mine. "I love you Daddy," she whispered. "I know you do baby, I love you too." I released her to her Mama as Denise came to me and hugged me. She kissed me as we exchanged tearful goodbyes. We wouldn't see our girls until the first holiday, that they could come home on. But I suspected we'd be making some trips up for weekend dinner parties too. They turned and ran, all smiles again, anticipating what was ahead of them. We headed for the car to get ourselves sorted out for the evening. In the car, Sherry snuggled up close, and put her arms around me. "They'll be all right won't they John? I didn't like all the boys staying in the same dorm with them." "Babe, they've at least put them on separate floors. And they've got, what do they call them, monitors?" My daughters have been young women for some time now. Noticing their full breasts and taut bodies as they hugged me was always a sweet torture; for the lust I felt, and the guilt it brought. Sherry snorted, "Like that's going to make a big difference. Stairwells are just stationary exercise machines at their age. Gives them a good excuse to be on them. And I bet you right now you could find a way around the monitors easy enough." I grinned picturing the trouble I could get in with that setup. "Well, they are on the pill, and we know they are sexually active. It's gonna happen no matter the living arrangements. We just gotta trust their judgment, and hope for the best. You know how many times I've heard an old guy say he was surprised, now that he lived through the things he did in his youth? We all have to live through those years." "I know," Sherry sighed. "I just wish I could be a fly on the wall sometimes." "No you don't," I laughed. "They would catch you, stick you in a jar, throw a pillowcase over it, and call me. They don't need Mom right now." We checked into the motel for the night and went to find a good restaurant to have supper. I bought a good bottle of red wine to go with the pasta we ordered, and we finished it with our meal. We were in a college town full of beautiful girls, by the time we reached the room I was horny, and as usual Sherry was not. She fell asleep quickly, and I was left to molest myself. I couldn't help but play with her beautiful breasts, and she wiggled closer back against me, and slept on. Boy, I really needed to relight the fire I knew was in her...... and like I said, I had a plan. The next morning I woke to Sherry stroking my morning wood, and chewing on my ear. I couldn't remember the last time she woke me up like this. She lifted a leg over me, and settled herself down on me to the hilt. "Well, this is more like it," I said with a big grin. "I know you were wanting me last night, but I just couldn't stay awake. Too much wine I think." We moved together in the age old rhythm, and came soon after. Nothing earth shaking, but at least satisfying. Sherry kept me inside her, and lay on my chest as I hugged her. "I'm really looking forward to our trip babe," I said. "The short cruise out to the island, then two weeks of fun in the sun with other like minded couples." "It's the like minded couples I'm not clear about," Sherry said. "What's that mean anyway?" "Well, mostly carefree, maybe a little nudity on the beaches.....stuff like that," I said. "I'm kind of looking forward to seeing you on the beach topless sweetie. We might even make love in the sun." This was the first time I had even hinted about a more risqué than normal vacation. I held my breath to see what would come next. Sherry scrunched up her nose at me. "Topless? Really? Me?" "Babe! You still have pretty much the same hard body you had in your twenties. I can't wait to act like we're twenty years old again." We both had kept up with ourselves physically. To keep up with our athletic girls, and not feel left out, we had had to. "But my boobs sag," Sherry said. "Baloney. What little sag those melons have only accents their loveliness. I think you know that too. Your tits are still very fine." Sherry did know that. She could look in the mirror, and still be very pleased with the way her body looked. It still felt good to hear John say it though. A small smile played on her lips. "If I go topless, what will you do?" "Why babe, of course, I'll go topless with you," I said laughing. Sherry bit his ear, pinched a nipple and squeezed him tightly. "Okay, we'll figure something out," I breathed. "If you want to see a nude beach, then we'll go see a nude beach." "We'll see," Sherry said, shaking her head with a grin. I was feeling better about this all the time. It seemed maybe Mama and her inhibitions, were easing into the background, with us being away from home. We got off the cruise ship and gawked at the island. White sand beaches as far as you could see, palm trees and bikinis everywhere. The breeze off the ocean was cool in our faces, as we carried our bags to the taxi stand. "I thought you said the beaches here were nude or topless," Sherry said looking around. "What are you looking for dear?" I said with a smirk. Sherry punched my arm lightly and said, "Well?" "These are the public beaches," I said. "The ones we're going to, are on the other side of the island, where the resorts and their private beaches are at are clothing optional I think." We made it to the resort, rescued our bags, paid off the cabbie and once again stood gawking. It was gorgeous but it was immediately apparent, that this resort was not normal. It faced the beach, so the driveway deposited us seaside, with a view of the wide expanse of white sand, dotted with umbrellas and people. The wait staff were, to a person, young and attractive, and clothed in thongs, period. The girls breasts were unfettered, and the boys bulges very noticeable. Sherry turned to look at me wide-eyed. I grinned at her, shrugged my shoulders and said, "Come on, let's go check in." I wanted to get her involved as quickly as possible, stave off the doubts. I still didn't know for sure whether I was going to get by with this. The front desk clerk was all smiles. "You made it, on time too. That's good, because the massages you ordered, will be ready for you in about an hour." I winked at the little smile playing on my mates face and turned to take care of the paperwork. Moments later I was tipping the bellboy, whose package was large and very noticeable, and we were in the room. Sherry most definitely checked out the boys stuff, and gazed appreciatively at the bare, tanned butt receding as the door closed. She turned to me squinting her eyes interrogatively. "Just how did you find this place? And what is it supposed to be? I'd say it was carefree all right." Once again the small smile, as she shook her head. "It was touted as a 60's type, free love atmosphere, where nudity was welcome, and was targeted for married couples. I really thought we'd fit right in." I held open my arms. "Let's get a shower and go get a massage." Sherry came into my arms and I kissed her. We weren't used to midday romance, hadn't been for a long time. "You know," I said. "I could get used to this." I gripped her butt and pulled her into me. The plan was to get her as worked up as I could and leave her hanging. I wanted her sexually frustrated. I played with her ass, bit her neck and up in her ear. Her nipples, her ears and the cheeks of her ass were her hot points. I played with her hot buttons and just in general enjoyed myself for a bit. Sherry moaned softly and melted against me. I pulled my head back, looked down at her and kissed her on the nose. "We'd better get that shower." Bad boy, I know, but she had a reward coming she knew nothing about. The shower, was like the room itself, huge and very, very nice. Slabs of granite made the shower walls, for a walk in shower, with no door. We turned all the spigots on, and were soon inundated with a warm spray from all sides. "Oh, this is so nice," Sherry said. "The hours getting here left me wanting a shower so badly." "Wait until salt water dries on your skin. That's why they have the fresh water open showers on the beach. It helps to keep you clean of the salt. Here let me wash your back." Once again, I went to work on her. As I lathered her up and massaged her shoulders down to her perfect little butt, I continued to ramp her arousal up. "Put your hands up on the wall sweetie, so I can push against you and scrub you down." "Oh alright, but it's not like you have a layer of dirt to get off." Sherry knew I was playing with her. Like always, she was willing. She braced herself to the wall, with the spray falling over us both, and it made that delectable little butt stick out invitingly. I continued to lather her, down her back, over her butt and back up. I stepped a little sideways to her, and slid my palm over her buttocks, squeezing them, and sliding my middle finger into her crack. "I love the way you touch me," Sherry crooned and pushed her butt out into my hand. Leaving one hand planted up on the wall, she reached back with the other, and grabbed my hard dick, as she continued her spread apart pose. It was all I could do to stay with my internal script and not ravish her. But I wanted her unsatisfied and horny when she went to the masseuse. My finger washed her butt crack thoroughly and invaded her little brown hole easily. I went in and out just an inch or so quickly and she giggled, her head hanging down. Another quick squeeze of her firm butt cheeks, and I ran my soapy palm down again, across an already salivating pussy. My finger slid easily in, and I buried it in her. She squealed lightly as I hooked it, and dragged it slowly, back through her delicious fuckbox. My thumb was just right to plunge into her pucker, so I did and had her captured front and back. With my thumb in her rear and my finger in her pussy, I moved them easily, pinching them lightly together, with nothing but her skin walls separating them, stroking them in and out. For me the feeling was exquisite, as I plundered her. I could only imagine how Sherry was feeling. She began to pant, her hand on my dick, about to tear it off, and I knew it was time to go. "Did you hear that?" I asked. "What?" Sherry said. "I'm sure I heard the phone," I said. "It's probably them reminding us of the massage appointment." I started out of the shower as Sherry sighed. "We're coming back to the room before we go to the beach," she said. "You've got me so horny, I'm gonna jump your bones mister." I loved hearing that. Mission accomplished. I grinned hugely as I walked away from her into the living room. Damn .... middle of the day ... she was beginning to sound like my girl. I hurried to pick up the phone and as she rounded the corner, carried on a conversation with the dial tone. "Yeah, yeah," I said. "We're almost ready, we'll be right there." "Front desk, babe. I guess it's time for the massage." We hurried around, playing with each other, grabbing dick, breasts, butts and finally headed out the door. We asked a maid, wearing the obligatory thong with her breast shining, for the massage rooms. She gave us a big smile and directed us towards the rear where the workout room were. She winked lasciviously at us and strode off. Sherry said, "What was that about?" I just shrugged my shoulders, shook my head, grabbed her hand and took off. We found the large room without any trouble and approached the desk where an attendant sat. His tanned musculature was all you could see as his thong was below desk height, making him look naked. I suspected we were going to be seeing a lot of "naked" before our vacation was over. The attendant said, "Well, you're a little early, but I think we're good, and I can get you in anyway." He took our room number, tapped it in his computer, and directed Sherry to one room and me to another. I gave Sherry a quick kiss and we parted. As I came into the room, the attendant was facing away from me so all I saw was a brown body with a thin white string, in beautiful contrast to her tan, the string around her waist and then down splitting her ass. She turned around and I couldn't help but stare. She had absolutely delicious breasts that reminded me of Sherry's, the only sag to the large orbs, a compliment to their beauty. She smiled and said, "We're getting the full treatment, right?" "Oh yeah, absolutely," I said blushing like a kid caught staring at his teacher's boobs. Been there, done that. She said, "My name is Lonnie and I'll be the primary masseuse today. We may get some help in here later. Why don't you disrobe and climb up here face down to start with. Can I just leave the cover up towel off your butt? It's much easier, on me anyway." "Sure, no problem." I was going to give her all the liberties she wanted anyway. The picture I snapped as she turned and her tits swung into view was imprinted on my mind's eye now and would be in my memory forever I thought. God, she was a good looking woman. The table had a u shaped hole at the head, to lay your face in, so you could comfortably lay straight on your belly, face down. As I climbed up and lay down, I kept stealing glances at her fabulous body, and my rapidly, rising hardon was lucky to be hidden against the table. I raised my head, on the pretext of talking to her, with a side benefit of getting my eyes full of the luscious creature. "What kind of oil is that?" I asked. Like I'd know the difference between them. "It smells really good." She turned back toward me, the luscious ass swinging away, the stiff nipples bobbing to the forefront. She smiled again. "It's a special blend, made here on the island, just for us. We really like it and I'm glad you like the way it smells. You'll love the way it feels. Now, face down, I'm going to start on your arms, neck and shoulders." With my head down I could feel her brush up against my head as she moved her quick, dexterous hands over my body, spreading oil, working it in. It was a few minutes before I realized, my head was right below her waist height. That must be her pussy brushing against the top of my head. My dick just got harder. Sherry's Awakening "I'm going to start high on your shoulders and go down your back so take a deep breath at the top and let it out as I go down. Okay?" My arms and neck that were already oiled and rubbed were strangely hot and tingly. I nodded agreement and she poured oil on my back and started. She had both hands in place with the thumbs on my backbone and pushed downward. She had incredibly strong hands and fingers. As she progressed down, the pressure on the top of my head increased, until I realized I could actually feel her mound, pressing hard against me. I thought I would come on the table. She kept spreading, massaging, pushing the muscles hard, all the while rubbing her pussy against me, building the sexual tension in me. Suddenly the pressure, hands, presence, all was gone. In my head, I was begging her to come back. "We're going to do the legs now, before we turn you over." I heard something about the legs, but what I focused on was the "turn me over" part. I was hard as a rock, and no matter what she did now, my hardon wasn't likely to go away. "Do you mind if I do your butt too. You'll like it, I promise," she said seductively. She poured oil up and down my legs, dribbling a generous amount at the top of my butt, in the small of my back. With a hand on each ankle she spread my legs. I croaked inaudibly and she said, "Just relax, you'll enjoy this." She started with both hands on my left leg and slowly worked her way from my feet to just below my butt. The hand on the inside barely scraped my balls and I groaned. She kept on and each trip up ended higher until she was fully into my balls with her fingers as she massaged my leg. Next leg, the same treatment. Rather I should say, the same torment. Then she came around to the side and began massaging my ass with both hands. Her grip was unreal and I, despite being a total horndog, was putty in her hands. She applied more oil and ran a hand down my crack with her fingers seeming to be searching for and finding my backdoor. She played for a little bit then went in search of my balls. She cradled them, pulled on them, the oil slippery and her touch was like velvet. The slight burning was now all over my back, legs, butt and now my balls. I felt like a bitch in heat. Suddenly she smacked my butt and said, "Roll over and let's finish up." "Uh Lonnie, we have a problem. Well, I do." She laughed, her laughter tinkling through my sex addled brain. "Well, I certainly hope we do. If we didn't I'd be worried I'd lost my touch." I raised slightly on the arm nearest to her and looked at her. When I did she took the opportunity to slide her oily hand under me and grip my dick. She smiled at me brilliantly, stroked my dick, and as I gazed at her in lust, she leaned over and bit my ear, her breasts swinging down into my face as she did so. "Over now," she smacked my butt again. I think she liked doing that. Fine with me, she could keep on. I rolled over, my dick swollen, hard as could be and she beamed. "We can have some help come in if you want?" she asked. "One of us working the top, one for the bottom, at the same time." "That might be interesting," I said. "How do you want me?" She punched a button on the counter and said, "That'll bring help, meanwhile hold your head up, while I adjust this table." As she leaned over me, her breasts were once again in my face. This time I took advantage. I nibbled on the closest one, and she moved down a bit, pressing it into my mouth. I chewed the nipple, then sucked in as much of her tit as I could. "Hmm, I liked that," she said. As she started on the other side she gave me the other breast and I enveloped it in my mouth. They were firm, delicious orbs, with large rubbery nipples, taut to the touch. She put her hands on both sides of my head, rubbed her tits all the way across my face a couple of times, shivered and stood up. "Okay, lay your head down now. You'll be a bit lower than you were, but should still be comfortable." She watched me get situated. "Are you good?" The u shaped hole my face was in, when I was on my belly, now was wider, with a padded wing on either side of my head. It felt fine but I didn't know what purpose the change served. "Yep, feels fine," I said. The door opened and I raised my head to see another gorgeous girl, looking somewhat more muscular but still very fine. Her boobs were medium size, perky and the smile on her face as she gazed at my erection was catching. I smiled back. She was as black as she could be. A little thrill went through me. Anything different, age, color, race, etc., was a thrill for me. This girl was captivating. I lowered my head back down into the hole and said, "I'm all yours girls, do your worst." Lonnie giggled and said, "This is Sheila and she'll work on the southern part of you while I stay on top." They started pouring oil and I could feel it running all over me. Lonnie came around to the head of the table, and with my head laid back, I realized I was now below her crotch level. I watched her walk around and my dick jumped. She'd lost the thong and I was looking directly into her shaved pussy. She had a little landing strip that pulled the eye right to her clit. She came closer, rubbing my arms, chest and back, and as she did her pussy came right up into my face. She rubbed against me and I could smell her excitement. My dick jumped again as I felt fingers encircle it from below. One hand went around it stroking me, the other went under me, into my crack running oil slickly over my rosebud. Lonnie was leaning over me now, her hands on my belly and sides, my hands went to her breasts. Her slick, smooth mound was so close, tight to my face, but I couldn't quite reach her with my mouth. I couldn't stand it, and reached to her sides, trying to pull her up onto my face. I realized now that's what the table adjustment was about, as she hopped nimbly up onto the padded wings, a knee on either side of my head, and as she squatted over me, her pussy suddenly flowered open to my tongue. My hands came down to grip her buns as I licked her sopping pussy. She tasted so sweet, I had a fleeting wonder if the native fruits on the island were the reason. Funny the things that will float across your mind at the weirdest times. The distraction didn't last as I was soon fully involved in her. I nibbled on her lips and used my tongue to bathe her crack. She moaned and I couldn't help but grin, I was giving as good as I got. All this time the hands on my dick were working me into a feverish pirch. They suddenly stopped and I would have looked up to see why but I was buried in pussy. I wasn't leaving the pussy, but I wanted my second partner back. Suddenly my dick was surrounded by wet, tight warmth and I wasn't sure exactly what was going on. I couldn't decide if it was a mouth or .....ahhh....the legs came down on my thighs as Sheila fully buried my dick deep in her pussy. I was biting Lonnies lips, poking my tongue up into her, then up to her clit with suction and teeth. "Ohhhh, ohhhh, don't ...don't stop," Lonnie pinched my nipples hard as she ground herself, down on my face. I held her to me with both hands rubbing her body across me and I came. I was bucking and heaving against Sheila's snapping hips as she fucked me, and I didn't realize how close I was. I came, hard, and Lonnie came with me, still pinching my nipples she fell over on my chest, her head inches away from the pussy pounding my dick, as Sheila cried out and came with us. Lonnie leaned on over, and licked at my dick, catching Sheila's pussy too, and Sheila just stopped bouncing, wanting to help Lonnies tongue to reach her too, her clit distended, shining with our juices. Lonnie captured Sheila's clit, I captured hers, and they both came again, shuddering. It was a good thing the table had enough width, to catch the puddled heaps that dropped there. We were boneless, helpless as babies, as we recovered our bodies. Slowly we disentangled, got off the table and looked at our disheveled selves. "Whew," Lonnie smirked, putting her arms around Sheila and I both. "That was intense." She guided us all to the en suite shower to clean off the smell of the cum and pussy juice that permeated the room. Sherry followed her masseuse to the room, only to see the tanned, exposed back and butt of another guy, in his thong naturally, there already. "Are we in the right room," she asked. The guy in the room turned, and with a wide smile said, "Yeah, you're in the right room. I'm Jeff and this is Aaron, and we'll both be your masseurs today; sometimes it's a little easier." Sherry had had massages before, and wasn't sure what that meant, but they were both gorgeous hunks, and she wasn't going to complain. Their thongs barely held their equipment in place, and if massaging a good looking lady didn't give them hardons giving her a closer look at those packages, well..... She looked at Jeff questioningly. "Yeah," said Jeff. "Um, there's some hooks and a chair to put your clothes on. Just disrobe, get on the table, face down in this hole on this end. Towels to cover are there, on the side table. We're going to go get the warm towels and oil. We'll be back; give you a few minutes." She didn't reply and they left. She wondered what the hell, two hunks almost nude and her naked. She had to smile. She took her clothes off. She picked a couple of the medium size towels and climbed up on the table. The table was really comfortable. With a strip of cloth across the ass, she relaxed. She decided she didn't need the other towel and threw it to the side counter. She heard the guys come back in and she raised her head innocently to watch them prepare things; and admire their buns and the glimpses she got of their dicks. They turned to her. Jeff again. He seemed to be the take charge one. "I'm going to start oiling your arms, shoulders and Aaron will start on your legs." That didn't seem to warrant a comment from me so I just stayed silent, snuggling back down into the table. I was conscious of Jeff's body heat moving around me, coming to rest up by my head. I lifted my head slightly and looked directly into a half hard, large cock, barely contained by the miniscule thong that left nothing to the imagination. The woman in Sherry gazed appreciatively, but analytically as she realized the thongs the guys wore were made narrow, with a rounded pouch to hold in their balls, but also longer than normal, so that half hard dick could stand up like it was, and still be concealed. Well, maybe not concealed but it was at least under cloth. She licked her suddenly dry lips and laid her head back down. "This lotion will put heat into your skin, make it hot and tingly. It's made 'specially for us . You'll like it, I promise." His words were soothing, being next to their dicks was exciting, she could feel the wetness in her crotch, and her hard nipples ground into the table. They started, dripping oil down the length of her arms, across her shoulders, down her legs and over her butt. Sherry was looking forward to this; massages that were well done, felt oh so good. Not to mention the extra sensation of having four muscular hands working her muscles, and yeah, already lighting her fires. The oil smelled heavenly, eucalyptus, and maybe a hint of spearmint, she wasn't sure. As they worked it in her muscles, she started to wilt. Several things were happening all at once. Her skin began to heat up, the oil's aroma was not overpowering, but definitely permeated her senses, that cock that was brushing against her head was very distracting and there was one playing with her feet. That was driving her nuts. She wriggled slightly as her pussy ached, leaked and called to the world for attention. "Feel good?" That was Aaron. This was the first time she'd heard him speak and she realized he must be Jamaican. He was coal black to Jeff's bronze and she hadn't given it a thought 'till now. The musical lilt to his speech was sexy. She wanted to hear more. "Yeah, it does. Can you do my feet a little more? Maybe a little harder?" "Yeah mon, I'll take special care of you." He laughed, even the sound of his laughter thrilled her. "Just let us know anyting extra you want; anyting." Her feet were hanging over the end of the table, obviously for her masseur's accessibility. Aaron took her right foot, cocked her leg, laying her foot down up on the table sideways. He dribbled more oil on and firmly began with his thumb in her sole, pressing her foot down as he rubbed it. His other hand, still on her left leg, rose up her oil slick skin, gripping her calf, then her thigh. All the while he concentrated on her, his kept his cock pressed firmly into her left foot hanging off the table. She was exquisitely aware of it and as he moved, his cock did too, rubbing against her. She curled her foot around it, and caressed it's length. Aaron groaned a little and she smiled, face hidden in the table. Her husband, the sneaky little shit, had to have known how this "resort" was, thongs and naked tits everywhere; and had to have known what this massage was going to be like. She wondered briefly how his was going. The male musk penetrating her space was distracting as hell. She decided to not worry about it, to go with the flow, feeling a little bit like her old self, before she started raising children and became Mom. Jeff's tool was still next to her head. She raised her head up, cocked it sideway, surged forward with her body, and captured the cloth, covered dick across it's length with her teeth. "Whoa," a muffled laugh from Jeff. He pressed forward to make access easier. She slipped her mouth off of him just enough to bite down on the thong and try to rip it off. "Let me make that a little easier." Jeff stepped back and dropped the thong to the floor, his naked weapon now rock hard and bobbing in Sherry's face. She reached with her mouth and he moved into range. "Just a minute," Jeff said. He moved to the side, fiddled with something and the table raised a few more inches. Now with her head comfortably down on the padded edges, he could step up next to her and feed his dick directly into her mouth. He had already brutalized her arms and was working on her back when she went for his dick. Now with his prick entering her soft, warmth, he oiled his hands again and started gently massaging her neck and playing with her ears. Sherry was hot. Her skin was hot from the oil yeah, but her pussy was absolutely dripping steadily. Rubbing on Aaron's dick with her other foot now - he'd switched sides - he was drifting ever closer to her wet pussy. Her tongue and lips were sucking this wonderful cock in her mouth, and she shuddered lightly, the sensations intense, almost coming right then. Aaron no doubt knew what she had Jeff in her mouth. He dropped his hips a bit and hunched her foot with his hard dick. He poured more oil on her back, just above her butt, the towel was gone, long discarded. Sherry realized with a start she hadn't even known when he or maybe Jeff slipped it off of her. Aaron spread her legs and leaned in, cupping the oil above and slowly spreading it down over her ass. He began to massage her ass cheeks, gripping them with those truly fantastic, masseur fingers and strong hands. He pushed her butt together stroking upward with the heels of his palms, and pulled her cheeks apart coming down, his fingers spread and digging in. The feeling was indescribable as Aaron worked on her ass, Jeff played with her ears and she sucked on his delicious cock. Sherry knew the way she was spread, her body was totally on display to the Jamaican at her feet. She felt a wanton thrill and as he completed another downward arc she raised her butt, raising upward into those probing digits. As she did Aaron slipped one palm under her to cup her mound, his finger worrying her clit then scraping his palm across it as he plunged his thumb into her pussy to the hilt. Sherry jerked with the little lightening bolts shooting through her, snapped her hips down capturing the hand below her and almost bit poor Jeff's dick off. She had been sucking on his dick for a little while now and with that last stimulation evidently his limit had been reached. He gripped her head with both hands and lunged upward, exploding into her mouth, filling her with his come. Aaron flattened his hand and began a fast back and forth rub under her, thumb plugging away at her pussy, palm rubbing her clit, the oil on her, his hand and the table making it almost a frictionless movement. With his right hand under her torturing her, he spread his left hand right on top of her butt, pushing her down and slid his thumb down her crack to pop into her asshole. He had a thumb in each hole, stroking her hard with both hands, and she went nuts. Jeff left his softening dick in her mouth and continued pulling down her sides to the soft swells of her breasts as Aaron worked her over. With his thumbs plunging into her, she gave up and climaxed hard, jerking to the sensations in her butt and clit. She reached around Jeff's butt and pulled his dick hard into her mouth as she writhed and moaned her enjoyment. Her body finally quit shaking and they slowly relaxed. Jeff plopped down from her mouth, dropped into a crouch, with a hand raising on each side of her head, looked her in the eye and kissed her softly on her mouth. "You okay?" he asked, with a mischievous glint in his eye. He reached up and stopped a drip of his come from her lips with a fingertip and fed it back into her mouth. "Argghh," all she could do was moan softly. "Right then," Jeff said as he stood back up. "We'll just need to turn you over and we'll get on with the rest of this massage." Aaron laughed, gripped her legs, Jeff her shoulders and they expertly, gently turned her over. "Ohhh, mon. What a pretty pussy." Aaron whistled softly, reached down and kissed her southern lips, nibbled her too sensitive clit and raised back up away from her trembling legs with a chuckle. "Now we need to work all your muscles on the front. When we get done, you'll barely be able to walk," Jeff promised. "I doubt I could walk a perfectly straight line now," Sherry panted. "I did so enjoy that gentlemen. It's been a long, long time since I've had the pleasure of two guys at once." "Would you like to try that Miss Sherry, two guys at once?" Aaron asked. His "Miss Sherry" just rolled off his tongue and made her feel just a little special. "I'm not sure what you mean, didn't we just all three make love, except for you not getting a nut that is." "Yeah, well, I intend to remedy that, but I meant both of us in you, front and back, at the same time." Aaron said. The light dawned and Sherry said, "It's been a long time too since I've been anally active." She grinned up at him and said, "With enough oil, and if you'll be very gentle, I think maybe we could try it." "First let's work your muscles loose and get you relaxed," Jeff said. Sherry giggled. "If I were any more relaxed you'd have to hold me up on this table." "You know what I mean," Jeff chided as he dribbled more oil. "We need to give you that overall glow only oiled, massaged muscles can make you shine with." They started in again, and as Jeff worked up and down her arms again, she kissed and nibbled on the side of his dick bouncing beside her face. She couldfeel Aaron below, her legs already spread wide, as he concentrated on her left leg, then her right. Each time he reached the apex of her legs, he dipped the inside finger a couple of inches into her sodden quim. They both were hard at work, turning her to butter, and ramping up her libido. Jeff finished with her arms and started down her sides to spread to her belly and make his way back up over, around and through her breasts. He pinched her nipples lightly as he squeezed her breasts. Just for a moment he played with them, then started the cycle over. Sherry's Awakening After a while she was both limp with a boneless feeling and hot with the oil heat and her sexual neediness. Jeff turned her head sideways and offered her his dick to kiss again. She did so, tonguing him, and biting the tip gently. He had both her tits in his hands now and squeezed them rhythmically while pinching her nipples. He leaned over and tried to swallow a breast, then nibbled on the nipple standing out so proudly. Aaron changed his focus once he finished his end of her formal massage and now had a thumb buried deep in her pussy. Sawing it in and out, he curled his thumb up to scrape against her G spot and was rewarded with her limbs contracting and moans punctuating her spasms. As he slipped out this time he positioned his long, middle finger at her little rosebud and on the next plunge in, both thumb in her pussy and finger in her ass went as deep as they could go. He pinched them together and pulled back developing a cadence of short, sharp jabs that electrified her. Suddenly Sherry was transported to the shower in her room not an hour.... was that right?....... yeah an hour earlier with her husband's finger and thumb up both chutes at once. She now suspected the frustrated state he left her in was deliberate. She also knew that her desire would be fulfilled this time. She felt a sudden rush of love for the man she'd made a life with that played her so gently, yet pulled her into this direction of sexual abandonment so firmly, setting her on fire again, waking her up. She knew then she was the luckiest woman in the world. As these feelings rocketed through her she came again, with a dick in her mouth, hands mauling her breasts, and another hand filling her nether region with fire, she came and bucked in their expert care. Sherry nibbled on the dick in her mouth slowly, let it go and said, "God almighty, you boys are gonna kill me." She looked up into Jeff's face as he smiled down at her and said, "I promise, that's not what we intend to do. However, there is just that one more thing." She felt the table below splitting and moving apart. She raised her head to see Aaron smiling at her also, as he walked into the large fissure in the table, hefted his mighty tool, and inserted it into her pussy. This was her first sight of his naked, hard dick and it looked huge. As he slowly pushed into her well lubricated and pliable pussy, he deliberately stopped, withdrew, and started in again, stroking, going a little further each time. "Oh god ...oh god....give it to me....give it all to me," she couldn't help the thrills that coursed through her. Jeff had moved to the side of the table to reach her breast easier with his mouth and got busy. She dropped a hand down and captured his dick absently, her mind on her full pussy. As Jeff worked her tits over and Aaron stroked her pussy, she started bouncing on his dick. She gripped Aaron's right arm with her left, Jeff's dick with her right and started pulling herself on and off the huge pole splitting her in two. She was starting to squeal and was approaching another climax, when Jeff raised up away from her breasts. She started to protest but Aaron filled the gap Jeff had left and reached down with both arms to put a hand under her butt, one in the middle of her back, and picked her up completely off the table, his dick still plugged solidly into her body. She put her arms around his neck and her legs around his back, jolting fully down onto his massive pole as he stood. The room started slowly spinning but she realized Aaron was slowly turning around until he could sit, where she had just sat on the table. He lowered himself backwards and she rode him down, getting her knees off to the sides, letting go of his neck but staying down on his chest. He began to fuck her again, until she picked it up and started to ride him cowgirl. "Oh shit, this feels so goddamned good," Sherry was beside herself. As she rocked above him, her breasts hanging, swinging below her, he used his hands to take them and begin to heap more abuse on the sore tips. It only fueled her passion, then .... something more. She felt oil and glanced sideways through slitted eyes and saw Jeff pouring oil on her lower back. As it slid down he quickly captured it with a hand. As she glanced at his dick she saw it too was completely covered in oil. She closed her eyes, turning dropped her head down and continued to pump her hips at Aaron's big dick. She knew what Jeff was doing, what was coming, and she wanted it. She was surprised how badly she wanted it. Jeff slid his oil filled palm up the crack of Sherry's ass and with the tip of his finger probed her back door. Sherry never missed a beat in the rocking of her hips and he put one, then two fingers in, a little deeper, and helped with her frantic fucking. "Jeff....Jeff.....please, please, please......," she agonized over the tremors running through her. "What baby," Jeff said into her ear. "Tell me what you want." "Fuck me, stick your big dick in my ass....fuck my ass .... please," she begged. Jeff could feel Aaron's dick with his fingers thru the thin membrane that separated them, looked around Sherry's body to catch Aaron's eye and grinned. With his eyes locked on Aaron's he split his two fingers inside her slippery asshole on either side of the big dick he could feel and ran them in and out her asshole, up and down the dick, quickly, several times, hard. Aaron jerked, moaned and filled Sherry's pussy with come. This was his first time to let loose after all this time and he gushed what felt like quarts of hot come into her. He stayed hard as a rock as Sherry continued to bounce on the dick spurting come into her pussy. Jeff pulled his fingers out of her ass and positioned himself behind Sherry. As he came up to her body, he first reached around, pulling her up against him, cupping both breasts, pinching both nipples as he bit her neck and chewed on her ear. His rampant hardon was pressed into her back and he made sure she felt his oiled cock sliding against her backbone. She shuddered and started trembling but he wasn't ready for her to come so he quickly let her go. Aaron took her back down into his arms as she quaked and then squealed as Jeff's cock penetrated her ravaged ass and slid home. "Damn, damn ..... Oh shit, fuck me," she wailed. Her climax hit her hard as the cock in her butt started fucking her. She was so fucking full! Aaron developed a rhythm with Jeff and they began to hammer her. Minutes later they were both coming again and she hadn't yet stopped. The intensity gripped her and she blacked out just long enough for both men to realize it, and then regained her senses and stopped them from pulling away from her. She reveled in the way it felt to be so full. "Hug me," she whispered back to Jeff as she hugged Aaron. "Let's make this a delicious sandwich," she giggled. They lay there together, stuffed, satiated, with come in her mouth, pussy and ass and her arms around the two men that had so thoroughly fucked her, she felt alive like she hadn't felt for a long time. Slowly they stirred, managed to become individuals again without tearing anything, and stood up, on shaky legs for Sherry's part. They all had big grins and she bussed them both soundly as she pronounced herself thoroughly massaged. They showed her the shower and she wearily cleaned up and dressed herself. When she came out, they were cleaning the room up and all of a sudden she had to wonder, "My God, I didn't think until now. How many times a day do you guys do this?" John sat out in the main room waiting. He felt sure it was a good sign that he was done before her. He waited a good twenty minutes before he saw her door opening. She came through, not seeing him immediately across the room. Her fatigue was apparent to him. He quickly got up and strode over to her. Her head came up and saw him as he approached. Her face was unreadable as she groped for the words she wanted. "You, you wonderful man." She pulled him into her embrace, hugging him fiercely. "You are the most wonderful husband I could possibly imagine a woman could have." She kissed him hard, not letting him go. After a moment he reared back a bit, looked at her and said, "You look like you could use a drink." "Oh, that sounds so good. A double." "Ahhh....I'm guessing we won't need to go back to the room for a while." Sherry laughed out loud. "If you want dear.....I guess we could." She put her arm around his waist and started them walking. "But how 'bout we get a couple of drinks, find an empty umbrella outside, and go look at the beach for a while."