6 comments/ 6890 views/ 4 favorites Siren's Song (err Body) By: imhapless Austen Ponder here. I won't bore you with details about how I grew up, how I met my wife, what job I have, or what everyone I know looks like. That's not the story. The only background you need is: --I'm basically an average looking guy, maybe with a slightly more handsome face than normal, not fat but not athletic, slightly above average intelligence. My main distinguishing characteristic is that I have a really oversized mushroom head on my otherwise basically average sized cock. --I'd been married to my wife June for ten years at the start of this story; we were both thirty three. June loved the way that my mushroom head felt when we fucked, and loved sucking on it. I use the past tense because in the last three years her libido had steadily decreased so that we had sex only about once every ten days, way, way too little for me. Part of the problem is that she is in love with her job which causes her to travel a great deal. --Don't get me wrong -- except for the lack of sex and her business travel I had a great marriage. June and I rarely fought, and when we did we fought fair. We liked the other's family, we had many interests in common including art and theater, and we were affectionate even if there wasn't enough sex to suit me. Her only real complaint was my constant attempts to fuck her. Also, neither of us was interested in having kids. --Not wanting to cheat on June, and having long periods of time to myself while she was travelling on business, I developed a fondness for Internet porn. I especially loved the sites with amateurs. One frequently posting amateur is a woman by the name of Trinity supposedly from Mexico but completely Caucasian and not Hispanic. She looked to be a well-preserved forty year old. Who knew whether her name or location were real -- but her pussy and tits definitely are! She has the most alluring look I've ever seen on a woman, a modern day siren. Her vigorous slurping with a cock in her mouth was more intoxicating than any siren's song! I've jacked off to her photos or videos at least twice every time June was on a business trip, and very rewarding orgasms they'd been. ***************** There is one of June's business trips that I do look forward to. It is normally at some exotic warm place like Aruba, Bermuda, or Martinique, and since it is a meeting of her company's executives from around the world, spouses are invited. A couple of years ago it was in Aruba, and on the second day of our stay while June was in meetings I was lounging by the hotel pool. I was just about asleep behind my wrap-around sunglasses when I heard "Is this seat taken?" I looked up and saw a striking-looking woman in a beach cover-up and sandals with some magazines in her hands standing over the lounge chair next to me. When I got to the pool it wasn't crowded and I had placed some of my stuff on the next chair rather than the pool deck. I looked around and saw almost every seat was now taken. "Oh, I'm so, so sorry," I blathered in apology pulling my stuff off of it quickly. "When I put my junk here hardly anyone else was around. Please use it." "Thanks," she said, a big smile forming below her oversized opaque sunglasses and stylish hat. "Let me lay a towel on it for you first," I continued to blather trying to make up for my rudeness in taking up a lounge chair that I wasn't using. "How nice of you," she said in a sing-song voice still with her big smile while I hustled to my feet and spread my second, unused, towel over the chair. "They were temporarily out of towels at the cabana." Now I felt even worse, having taken two towels while some guests went without. We chatted a while about the beautiful weather when a waitress came along to ask about drinks. "Since I was so rude by taking up an extra seat and usurping an extra towel, let me buy you a drink -- what would you like?" I asked. "How nice of you," she replied. "A pina colada would be great." With a big smile I said "Two pina coladas," to the young bikini-clad waitress. Normally I would have taken an opportunity to ogle her, but the older woman sitting next to me appeared more interesting even if in a cover-up, sunglasses and hat. "So, what brings you to this island paradise?" I quipped. "My husband got a job a few months ago with XYZ Corp. and this is their yearly meeting for executives." "How coincidental," I replied. "My wife works for XYZ too and this is my fourth trip to a tropical paradise for the annual meeting." "While I'm glad to be here, it doesn't seem that they have done much planning for spouse's activities -- by the way I didn't get your name," she said while extending her hand. "Austen," I replied; and then instead of shaking her hand I did something I had never done before. I held her hand and kissed it. "How European of you," she laughed. "My name is Beth." "Nice to meet you, Beth. Yeah, that is one area where XYZ lets down, activities for spouses, which is why I have this brochure of things to do on the island," I responded. "Are you going to let go of my hand" Beth giggled. "Oh...uh...so...uh...sorry," I stammered, just now realizing that I hadn't released her soft hand with long fingers and perfectly manicured nails. I quickly recovered, though. "Actually, there are a number of things that interest me but they aren't fun to do alone, and my wife June is almost all business even in a place like this." "Like what things interest you?" "Well, snorkeling in the ocean, jet skiing, beach volleyball -- even though I'm uncoordinated -- dance classes, and many more. Want to look?" I said, holding out the brochure. We chatted some more about activities while she looked over the brochure, and while we sipped our pina coladas. "Wow, some of these really seem interesting -- but you're right; not as much fun alone. For right now, though, I'm getting hot -- want to join me for a dip in the pool?" "Sure," I replied, hoping not to sound too anxious. With that we both got up, she removed her cover-up, hat and glasses, and smiled at me while I removed my T-shirt. "HOLY SHIT IT'S TRINITY!" shot through my pea brain. I hope that I didn't look gap-jawed but I probably did. I saw too late that I had sprouted an instantaneous hard-on. Her eyes momentarily darted to my crotch and she let out a quick giggle. "Come on," she said, quickly moving to the pool. I followed and dove in right after her, and hoped that my hard-on went down in the cool water. I was wearing a swimsuit that was a little too tight and I know from past experience that my oversized mushroom head makes it look like I'm packing a ten inch cock when it inflates rather than the six and one-half inches I actually carry. We swam a few laps, occasionally chatting while we did, and then went and stood under one of the waterfalls of the exotic hotel pool. Her nipples were sticking out through the thin material of her string bikini top like 9mm bullets. It was hard to concentrate. After a few minutes we swam to the nearest ladder and like the gentleman I am, I let her go up the ladder first. [If you believe that I let her go up first because I'm a gentleman, I have a bridge in Brooklyn that I'd like to sell you. As she went up the ladder her vagina was almost completely visible through her skimpy translucent bikini bottom, and her ass --- WOW what an ass!] I made sure to cover up my boner when we sat back down. I was motivated, so any shyness I normally would have had was gone. "Did anything in the brochure look interesting to you? Maybe it would be more fun if we did some things together." "That would be great," she smiled, putting her shades and hat back on but leaving her glorious string bikini-clad body uncovered. "Actually, I'd really like to try jet skiing, but I don't drive too well -- I have trouble with cars, and I'm sure that is more difficult." "They have doubles -- we can ride together. I've ridden them many times before." "Let's do it then -- how about at 1:30 this afternoon? I promised to meet my husband for lunch." "Sounds great -- I'll make reservations and meet you at the sports dock then," I chirped. We both read for the next hour, occasionally chatting about something interesting we had come across in our reading. I tried hard to look at her body and got some good glimpses without being too obvious, but was disappointed that when her suit dried I no longer had a prurient view of her nipples and pussy. However, I had seen her naked on the Internet so often that I had her entire body memorized anyway. Somehow it was much more stimulating live, however -- go figure! About 11:45 a. m. we squeezed hands good-bye to go meet our spouses for lunch and reiterated our plan to go jet skiing. I called the sports dock and made a reservation for a double jet ski at 2:00 p. m. as I made my way back to my hotel room. I was so fucking horny when I got back to my room that I planned on spanking the monkey but good before June got back, of course thinking about Trinity's fabulous body. However, I had just dropped my swim trunks in the bathroom and was getting out some lotion when June came in the door. I do believe that my dick was sticking straight up when I walked out of the bathroom with my cock's prodigious mushroom head pulsating and looking like it was about to burst. June was bug-eyed. "What happened to your little friend?" she chortled. "Aruba has made me horny as hell and my little friend is hungry for some of my wife's delectable pussy," I said with a snarl. "But we have to go to lunch..." June started to protest before I grabbed her and planted a passionate lip lock on her. As I continued to kiss her I started removing her clothing -- fortunately not a nice business suit, but a casual blouse and skirt. She started to protest -- I think that she really wanted to go to lunch and we had had sex only three days before so she probably wasn't up for it, but I was not to be deterred. I pushed her down on the bed, scrunched her skirt up and literally ripped her panties off. "Stop, Austen, you're acting like an animal," she said in an unpleasant voice as she pushed my head with one hand and punched my shoulder with the other. Normally this would have discouraged me. However, the image in my mind was of Trinity's awesome vagina as she ascended the pool ladder, and there was nothing on earth that would stop me short of a bullet between the eyes. June stopped protesting about a minute after I started greedily eating her pussy while simultaneously rubbing her thigh and flicking her clit. Once she started groaning I removed her blouse and bra and sucked one nipple and pinched the other as my cock acted like a heat-seeking missile and located and buried itself in her wet vagina. My mushroom head must have been at its record volume because she screamed as it parted her pussy lips. I don't think that I'd ever been more active during sex than I was that day. I reciprocated, twisted, and bucked my hips while I continued to suck one tit, pinch the other, and stick two fingers of my free hand up her asshole, all the while picturing that I was fulfilling my fantasy of fucking Trinity. It wasn't long before I came like a freight train as I simultaneously let out an 85 decibel grunt. June's scream was banshee-like. It seemed like I ejaculated a liter of cum into her before my cock stopped pulsating. By that time she was like a limp blob of protoplasm. I can't be sure because I was out of it myself, but I do believe that for the first time in our life I had fucked June comatose. After I gained some awareness I rolled onto my back and pulled June on top of me with my cock still completely buried in her pussy. As we both moaned I stroked the sides of her tits or fingered her asshole. I don't know how long we would have stayed like that if the air conditioner -- located right near the bed -- hadn't kicked on and apparently woke June up shivering. June rolled off me -- and when she did my big 'shroom popped out of her cunt, sending a shiver up each of our spines. We both started giggling. "You're a fucking animal -- what got into you?" June cackled. "Can't I just want some sweet pussy in this tropical paradise?" I cackled right back. "Yeah, but that was the most swollen your cock has ever been; my poor little kitty won't recover for a week. God -- I think that you fucked me unconscious!" I grinned with pride. We snuggled and kissed for a while, then June got up. "Shit, I have to change clothes -- my panties are in shreds, my skirt is stained with cum, and I don't even know where my bra is." "Here it is," I said, pulling it out from under me and holding it up like a trophy. I couldn't believe what time it was -- either our fuck or our comatose period -- maybe both -- were a lot longer than I thought, because it was about 1:10. "Shit, I look like I've just been fucked by an entire football team," June mused while looking at herself in the mirror as she tried to smooth out her new set of clothes and puff up her hair. "Everyone there will be jealous of your 'just-fucked' look," I chuckled. "I have to eat something before I go back," she complained. "How about this?" I asked, holding up my still 2/3rd hard cock. "You bastard," she laughed as she reached into a dresser drawer and pulled out a power bar. She started munching on it as she headed for the door away from my outstretched arms. "Listen pervert," she chortled between bites of her power bar, "we have to be ready for dinner at 6:30 tonight -- and no, you're not going to fuck me again before it, got it?" "You're no fun," I lamented as she swished out the door. ************** I somehow got my shit together and put another, looser, swimsuit on, and a different T-shirt, as I got out my own power bar. I got to the sports deck a little after 1:30 and Trinity/Beth was waiting. She chuckled when she saw me. "What's so funny?" I asked with a smile. "You look like you just got fucked, Austen" she whispered, then broke out in a laugh. I know that I flushed with embarrassment, put my sunglasses on and mumbled "No comment Beth," as I approached the dock director. Even though I was very familiar with jet skis, the dock director was obligated to give us both a lesson. Fortunately, Trinity had changed into a fairly conservative one piece suit so I could actually concentrate. I rubbed some SPF 30 on her back and the back of her neck while she held up her hair, and she reciprocated by rubbing some on the back of my neck. Her touch was electric, but fortunately I only got half hard, so in my loose suit I didn't look like I was packing a gun in my shorts. Wow it felt good when Trinity sat on the back of the large seat on the double jet ski. I took off quickly, causing her to shriek and hold tightly onto my waist. The next ninety minutes were pure heaven as we toured the island from the ocean, our bodies in contact almost the entire time. After the ride we walked along the beach and were invited to join an impromptu beach volleyball game. I was on the opposite team from her, and loved watching her boobs jiggle as she jumped up to spike the ball -- and I didn't even care that one time I was so distracted by the heavenly quivers that she spiked the ball right into my face, knocking me into the sand. "Are you OK?" she laughed as she went under the net. I was fine but played it up. "Oh, I'll never recover; my perfect nose is now mush," I said as I covered my face with my hands. "You really owe me," I continued while moaning. She pulled my hands away from my face, revealing only a red mark on my face and my big shit-eating grin. "You bastard," she chuckled, going back to the other side of the net. By the time that the game was over, and we took another chatty walk along the beach, we needed to get back to our rooms to get dressed for dinner. As we squeezed hands good-bye she said "Thanks so much, Austen. I had a great time." "Me too," I smiled back. "How about snorkeling and then a glass bottom boat ride tomorrow?" "Sounds like fun -- is 10 a. m. OK?" she replied. "See you at the beach then!" I grinned. ***************** June and I had a nice dinner with two of her close friends at the company, and their spouses. I was surprisingly in the conversation despite the fact that I was mostly thinking about how sexy Trinity was. I looked around, but didn't see her in the dining room -- maybe she and her husband went to dinner outside the hotel. June and I got back to our room about 9:30. I was ready to fuck again just by calling up visions of Trinity in my brain, but June begged off. "My pussy is still sore. It was a great fuck, but it put me out of commission." "Your mouth isn't out of commission, is it?" I shot back as I dropped my pants and my stiff dick stuck straight out. Once again, thoughts of Trinity had my mushroom head pulsating. "You're not going to leave me alone, are you?" June replied; half irritated, but also half-chuckling. "OK -- lay on your back on the bed." As I lay back, June grabbed my shaft, and slithered my mushroom head into her mouth. After a few licks she removed my head from her mouth and said "I do believe that your head is bigger than it has ever been -- and it's so tasty." Then she really got to work. As I lay there with my eyes closed recalling one of Trinity's videos where she enthusiastically sucked a guy dry, I was in heaven. Except for not swallowing, June did a really commendable job, and I must have jettisoned ten spurts up into the air, which fell back onto my chest, stomach, and thighs. After I showered the cum off, I snuggled June and had a great night's sleep, thinking of my upcoming day with Trinity. **************** Trinity and I had a great time snorkeling, had a nice leisurely lunch by the pool, and then took a glass bottomed boat ride. Her personality was almost as spectacular as her body and sexuality -- almost. As we parted after an entire day together I asked "Where did you go for dinner last night?" "We went to a local place with two couples from our region," she replied, "but tonight we're going to eat at the hotel. I understand that there will be dancing afterward." "I'll be there -- maybe I could have a dance with my lovely companion for the day?" I said with a grin. "Maybe -- if my dance card isn't too full," she laughed. I was kind of a zombie during dinner until I saw Trinity enter the dining room. She smiled and waved. I waved back. "Who's that, dear?" June asked. "Someone I met at the pool while you were attending meetings. Her name is Beth Jenkins. Her husband started at XYZ about six months ago. She seems very nice." "I think that I met her husband Rick Jenkins at the afternoon session." "Yeah -- that's his name." "He seems nice too." I changed the subject and actually participated in the conversation at our table once I saw Trinity disappear into the far reaches of the dining room. After dinner I surprised June by suggesting that we go to the ballroom and dance. The others at our table were up for it too, so we did. The entire time we were in the ballroom I was surreptitiously looking around for Trinity. She wasn't hard to find -- I just went toward where all the guys were craning their necks trying to get a good look, and there she was. When June and two wives of her workmates went to the washroom, I sought Trinity out. She was chatting with another woman while her husband was sitting at a table engrossed in conversation with three other guys. I approached her. "May a humble servant prevail upon the belle of the ball for a dance?" I asked bowing. Both Trinity and her friend laughed. "I guess I can give one of the little people a thrill by consenting to a dance," she replied with a big smile as she accepted my hand. The first dance was a fast one -- I enjoyed her gyrations, intently watching but trying to be subtle. The second was a slow dance. Instead of leaving the dance floor she melted herself into my arms. Embarrassingly my cock got hard. Instead of causing Trinity to back off, it caused her to press her crotch more into me. I was sweating, afraid that I was going to spontaneously cum in my pants. That seemed to be what Trinity was after. Siren's Song (err Body) I tried to break away but she just pulled me tighter. When she touched my cock through my pants with her hand I blew my wad. "Oh shit," I moaned. "WOW -- you really like me, don't you?" she whispered into my ear. "You blew your wad, didn't you?" she chuckled. "Sorry..." I started to say. "Don't be -- it's a real compliment," she snickered. She hiked up her skirt so that her bare leg was against the wet part of my pants. I almost blew again. When the song finally ended, I started to bolt for the bathroom; Beth arrested my exit and stage-whispered "Meet me for breakfast at 7:00 a. m. at the pool restaurant to say good-bye tomorrow morning. We have to get a cab to the airport by 8:30." "OK," I meekly replied, and then did bolt to the bathroom. Putting water on my pants' wet spot just made it look worse. There was a half-filled glass of beer on one of the sinks. I poured it on my spot. When I got back to June and her friends I immediately complained that some drunk had spilled his beer on me. They chuckled and then commiserated, talking about how some people can't hold their liquor. That night at bedtime I couldn't think of anything but Trinity. I woke up in the middle of the night, massaged June's pussy, and while she was only half awake shoved my cock up her channel. She groaned and didn't participate, but I didn't care. I fucked Trinity in my mind, blowing another big wad into June's by then soaking wet pussy. I snuck out of bed early the next morning. We weren't leaving until noon, and June had a morning meeting before we did. I left her a note that I had gone for a walk on the beach and thanking her for use of her body the night before, with a little smiley face. I hoped that she wouldn't be pissed. Trinity and I hugged at breakfast. We had a very pleasant chat. She looked at her watch at 7:45 and said "I've got to run -- I still have a couple of things to pack. Let's exchange email addresses, and hopefully we'll see each other again next year." "Sounds great," I said, taking out a business card and writing my most confidential email address on it. She took another one of my cards and wrote her email address on it. As we hugged good-bye I whispered into her ear "Thanks for a great time -- Trinity." She pushed me away with a startled look on her face. "You bastard," she said with a half-smile, half scowl. "You better not tell anyone at XYZ." "Your secret is safe with me, I assure you. I'd never do anything to make my fantasy woman pissed off at me." With that we both smiled, squeezed hands, and parted. ******************* I was in a good mood on the flight back home -- in fact for months afterward. Many times I was on a natural high. The intensity of my high increased as I exchanged emails with Trinity over the next several months. At first the emails were just chatty, and expressions of how we had enjoyed each other's' company in Aruba. Then they started to get flirty on both of our parts. Then Trinity really upped the ante by sending me my own personal video in which she masturbated for me and called out my name. After that all pretense of decorum was gone. "So, I sent you a personalized video calling out your name -- which you say was your favorite video in history. What are you going to do for me?" was Trinity's next email the day after the video. "What do you want -- I'd probably do anything legal to compensate you for that beyond-awesome personalized video," was my unsubtle reply. The response wasn't more than two minutes later. "In Aruba it appeared that you were packing some serious meat. I'd like a completely unobstructed view of it!" I had never "sexted" or taken a photo of my junk ever before; however it didn't take me too long to realize that I was on to something and that I'd be a fool not to now. "Give me a day or two to get the right shot," I emailed back. When June left for her next business trip, I spent several hours stroking my hog and then taking a number of selfies from different perspectives until I hit on the right one. Actual it was two different shots, one from above, one from the side. I loaded the two fitting photos onto my computer, deleted all of the selfies from my phone, and emailed the two in my computer to Trinity close to what would have been midnight her time. I waited until I got home from work the next day to check my personalized email account -- I NEVER checked it at work because work computers were monitored in our company. I couldn't believe the response. "WOW, Austen. That is the most delicious looking cock I've ever seen in my life. It looks to be more fun than a ten-incher because of that enormous mushroom head. I do believe that I'm going to have to work that thing over in my mouth but good at the next XYZ annual meeting." Attached to her email was a short of her sucking her husband's eight inch dick, opening her mouth to show that she had taken in all of his cum, and then swallowing. I joined a gym the next day. For the first time in my life I started working out religiously. What I came to find out was that extreme exercise increases libido, which led to some frustration because June's libido did not increase and we were still on the ten day fuck cycle. However, I made the most of the opportunities I had with June and now was regularly fucking her comatose thinking about Trinity. The exercise increased my stamina and my pumping action, and I do believe that I filled June to over-flowing every time that we did fuck. My masturbation to Trinity videos was now at a new level too. Every day that June was gone on business I stroked to orgasm viewing a Trinity video. The week before the next XYZ annual meeting my body was at its all-time best, especially my cock which was now like a stick of dynamite. Not wanting to take any chances, I got some little blue pills from a friend of mine. I intentionally refrained from fucking June or masturbating the four days before the XYZ meeting on Grand Cayman Island so that my gun would be fully loaded. Trinity and I had arranged to meet in the hotel lobby while our spouses were attending an initial orientation the night that we arrived. She was dressed in Daisy Duke shorts and a halter top when I saw her in the lobby shortly after it got dark outside. I almost came in my pants just looking at her delectable thighs and cleavage, and knowing from long hours in front of the computer the perky tits and heavenly pussy that were underneath her skimpy clothes. We hugged. "You look awesome Beth," I blurted out, the most honest expression of my life enhanced by my bug-eyes. [I had agreed to never call her Trinity in any situation where I could possibly be overheard.] "You're looking good yourself, Austen. I do believe that you've developed some muscle in your arms and legs." Then she whispered "I'd like to see the 'mushroom-headed muscle' between your legs; NOW; let's go to the beach." Looking around to see that no one was paying attention -- except that the male staff at the hotel was ogling Trinity -- without touching we walked out of the hotel onto the beach. We held hands once we were out of view of the lobby. Trinity was as burning with desire as I was. "I can't wait to get that delicious-looking piece of pork in my mouth," she said more than once. I, on the other hand, was doing the best I could to calm my little friend down lest I blow my wad before I wanted to. When we got to a secluded cove about a half-mile from the hotel -- which was the last hotel on a developed part of the beach -- we stripped. There was just enough moon for me to get a look at her consummate body but not so much as to make us visible to anyone who might happen by. Trinity immediately got on her knees and unceremoniously shoved my now rock-hard cock into her mouth. While I massaged her bullet-like nipples she mouthed and tongued me with a fury, all the while staring directly into my half-closed eyes. It wasn't long before I moaned, "Oh shit, Trinity; I'm about to blow." With that she stroked my balls with one hand, grabbed the part of my shaft not in her mouth with the other, and sucked like she was trying to remove the chrome from a trailer hitch. I groaned loudly and my knees got weak as I jettisoned five days' worth of cum down her pulsating throat. Once I was done I literally collapsed on my ass on the sand. Trinity had a diabolical smile on her face and then licked her lips. "That was a fantastic as I thought that it'd be," she chuckled. "Oh my God," I moaned, probably sounding like a teenage girl, "that was the best experience of my life." "Tomorrow will be much better, when you discharge into my pussy," Trinity grinned. "The situation isn't right to fuck tonight, but how about a little turnabout for me," she snickered as she took my shirt and her shorts and laid them on the sand, then laid on top of them and opened her legs wide and held her creamy thighs up with her hands. I didn't need to be asked twice. I dove into her soaking wet pussy like a starving man would a steak, licking and fingering up a storm. I simultaneously sucked her clit, fingered her G-spot, and rimmed her asshole. She didn't disappoint. She had a first intense orgasm, and when I didn't let up that was shortly followed by a second violent one. After the second one she blabbered "Please stop Austen, please stop; I won't be able to walk back to the hotel." If she felt half as drained as I did from her fabulous blow job, I knew that she was right. I pulled her close to me and hugged for a good five minutes before we both rose, giggled as we put on our clothes, and then slowly walked back toward civilization. Just before we got back to the hotel she said "Do I look like I just had two earth-shattering orgasms?" "Yeah -- you do," I chuckled, feeling that I had to be honest with her. "I'm sure that I look way too glassy-eyed too; I have an idea; let's jump in the pool, go back to our rooms with a towel wrapped around us and say that in the dark we slipped and fell in. Plus that will get the sand off of us too" Trinity got a big smile on her face, and hurried to do just that. When I got to my room, June was there getting ready for bed. "What happened to you? You look like a wet dog." "God, I'm so embarrassed June. I was inspecting the facilities and in the dark I didn't see the edge of the pool and fell in, completely clothed. I feel like such a doofus." June laughed. "You better take a shower and I'll put your wet clothes out on the balcony to dry, and we can have the hotel clean them tomorrow." "Thanks, Hon," I responded, stripping down and going into the bathroom. **************** The next day Trinity and I met for breakfast while our spouses started attending meetings. We both had begged off on lunch with our spouses, saying that we wanted to look around the island. "So when are we going to fuck," was Trinity's first subtle question. Through my shit-eating grin I quickly replied "I thought that after breakfast we'd take a leisurely walk down the beach to the last hotel on the opposite end of the strip and get a room there. I sure don't want a spouse or someone we know either walking in on us or figuring it out." "You're a fricking genius," she chuckled. "Don't eat too much for breakfast, though -- I don't want your blood going anywhere except to that exotic cock of yours." We both ate only yogurt and a banana, Trinity eating hers more erotically than I had ever seen anyone ever eat a meal in my life. We didn't have body contact when we walked down the beach to the most remote hotel. We made up for it when we checked in. Our clothes were off and we were vigorously pawing at and kissing each other within sixty seconds of entering our room. After a while I threw her on the bed, did a repeat of my abuse of her pussy the night before, and before she had come down completely from her second orgasm put my mushroom at the entrance to her vagina. She pulled while I pushed as my enlarged head made a "popping" sound as it entered her heavenly channel. "Oh fuck that feels good," she moaned. Trinity was both motivated and skilled; the woman could fuck like a lioness. She was pumping her crotch up and down and squeezing my cock with her pc muscles as I reciprocated a few slow strokes, then a few fast ones, then rotated, then moved side-to-side. I didn't last long, but I didn't have to. She had another orgasm simultaneously with me blowing my wad into her animated pussy. We continued to slowly pump long after our orgasms peaked. I finally stopped pumping and rolled onto my back, clutching her so that my cock remained in her pussy. If our orgasms had been earthquakes, they would have been 8.5's on the Richter Scale. Aftershocks on at least the 6.0 level continued for another twenty minutes, until we finally separated. "You've got to be the best fuck in the world," I genuinely uttered to her smiling face, our noses almost touching. "I won't dispute you," she giggled, "I'm too self-confident to deny it. I may not be the best fuck for everyone, but I do believe that my pussy is perfect for that 'shroom-headed cock of yours. WOW that was fun! Maybe my most fun ever!" After another half hour of pillow talk, we fucked again, this time with her riding me reverse cowgirl as she massaged my balls while bouncing up and down like on a bungee cord, and while I simultaneously reamed her asshole with two fingers. After we broke for lunch, I took one of my little blue pills. That afternoon my cock spent most of the time in her pussy or mouth; my head wouldn't fit into her tight asshole, which was no surprise because my head had never been able to penetrate an asshole ever. We did give it the old college try, however, and I made sure to ream her asshole with my fingers. I was able to get to a sex shop on the Island just before it closed, and was only a few minutes late for dinner with June and her colleagues. I was in no shape to fuck June that night, and fortunately -- and not surprisingly -- she did not solicit my attention. The next day with Trinity was a repeat of the first except that my purchase of a thin vibrator made things even more interesting. After two fantastic morning fucks, we ended up having only one in the afternoon. When with the vibrator buried in her ass I turned it on high just as I was about to ejaculate into her throbbing cunt we both had out-of-body experiences our climaxes were so intense. I was barely able to turn the vibrator off before the endorphins raging through my brain rendered me comatose. When we both regained cognizance about an hour later, with the vibrator still in her asshole and my mushroom head still in her vagina, she moaned "How am I supposed to function tonight after that?" "Shit, I don't know," I moaned. "I won't be able to, that's for sure." Although our minds were willing, our bodies were incapable of any more sex that afternoon, so we spent the rest of it swimming and relaxing by the pool and luckily were in shape to almost rejoin the human race by dinner time. After our third and last day, in a change of format XYZ decided to have a dinner meeting of all of the executives, without spouses. That suited us fine. After another day of marvelous fucking, during which I used two of the little blue pills and filled Trinity's mouth and pussy with so much jism that she probably gained two pounds, we ate a quick dinner. Then we went and sat in lounge chairs on the beach, watching the sun set. We had a serious conversation. "I have wondered if your husband knows about your web postings, Trinity?" "Ha -- of course. Who do you think sets up the cameras and takes most of the photos?" "He's good with it?" "He loves it that I get thousands of comments by guys drooling about my --" and then she paused for effect; "mind," she concluded with a diabolical laugh. "He's proud that he's got a wife that thousands of guys desire." "Uh -- millions," I chuckled. She squeezed my hand with a smile. "So, does he know about us?" "Hell no -- he loves guys lusting after me, but he does not like the idea of sharing. Of course he has to know that me fucking around is the logical extension of the web postings that we do, but as long as I'm discrete and nobody he knows says anything, I think he can live with it." "Well -- I hate to be indelicate -- but in the four videos that you posted where you were fucking I swear that the guy in one was different than the guy in the other three." "Oh...yeah," she said with obvious embarrassment. "That was a real fuck up. The three were of course my husband, but the other guy I didn't know would post on one of my normal websites, but he did. My husband found out and went ballistic." "Geez -- what happened?" "Things were really rough for a few weeks. What got us through were the facts that he didn't know the guy, I wasn't really having an affair just a couple of fucks, we had two small kids, and he knew that I loved him. Those facts -- combined with a month of the best blow jobs that I could possibly give -- now we're back to normal." "So he doesn't know about us?" "Hell no, and there would be no 'us' unless I knew that you're completely discrete and would never tell anyone." "You got that right," I snickered. "Does your wife suspect?" "No -- I think she's just happy that I've cooled a little bit on trying to constantly fuck her." Trinity smiled. Then she got a pensive look. "This conversation brings up something that I wanted to talk with you about. I'm not good about being subtle so I won't try; I'd be happy fucking only you and my husband the rest of my life. Between the two of you your dicks hit me in every right place -- my best fucks ever. But I can't wait until an annual meeting to get the extra cock that I need. Can you come visit me on some days when my kids are in school?" I smiled broadly. "Does the Pope poop in the woods?" OK -- so I mixed my metaphors. I can be forgiven since her proposition immediately caused all of the blood to flow from my brain to my cock. **************** It has been two years since our vibrator mega-fuck in Grand Cayman. I have visited Trinity eight times on weekdays while her kids were in school since then, and we fucked the entire time. The only other times we have used the vibrator in her ass, however, were during the mornings at the annual XYZ meetings since every time we do use it we end up comatose and have a hard time returning to normal. Unfortunately, her husband left XYZ after the last annual meeting, however, my job situation has improved so that I can visit her for a couple of days every single month; and I don't mind paying for her kids to go to camp when I visit during the summer. I'm the happiest and most content that I've ever been. Trinity says that she is too. June says the same thing since I no longer constantly pester her for sex, but the once every ten days or so that we do have sex it is mind-blowing. Trinity's husband doesn't seem to be the wiser. My fantasy is now my reality.