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The Cancun Trip

By: MarcusPhaeton



"Oh yeah, we went to Cancun once," I said, taking a swig of beer. "That was a long time ago though, back before we had the kids. But I do remember having the runs for a week and a half." We were out on the patio with our friends, Jeremy and Karen, enjoying a few beers after dinner.

My wife gave me a pat on the shoulder. "Oh, don't listen to him. We had a good time. Are you guys thinking of going to Cancun sometime?"

"We are going," Karen replied. "I can get two rooms at a beach resort for five days. We were wondering if you guys might want to come with us?" Karen worked for a travel agency, and the occasional free trip was a perk of the job. We would have to pay for the flight, but the rooms were free. It was too good to pass up and I could tell by how her eyes were lighting up that my wife really wanted to go.

"Only five days?" I asked.

"Unfortunately yes," Karen replied. "We arrive Monday evening and check out Friday morning."

"You think that your parents can watch the kids for a week?" my wife asked.

"I'm sure that they can," I replied. "Let's do it."

The next two months flew by. I hit the weights and my wife started walking an hour or more every day. After the first month, we were both feeling and looking better than we had in years. When the day finally came for us to catch our flight, we were euphoric to be going on our first vacation without the kids.

After a long flight and an unexpectedly long drive from the airport to the resort, we caught our first glimpse of the resort. It was definitely worth the long trip. Besides the beautiful beach and unbelievably clear water, there were two pools, four restaurants, a spa, and a beachside bar and nightclub called Pedro's. We checked in, unpacked, and then went for a late dinner with our friends. Afterwards, Karen and Jeremy went on to check out the nightclub, but my wife and I decided to head back to the room. On the way back, we stopped at the gift shop and bought a few bottles of wine and a cold six-pack of beer.

After we got back to our room, my wife started to run a bath. I put the wine in the mini-fridge and grabbed a couple of Coronas. I put one bottle down by the tub for my wife, and then I went out onto the balcony to lie in the hammock. By the time I finished my beer, I heard my wife open the balcony door. "Wow, that was a fast bath," I said. When she walked out, I saw that she was wearing G-string panties and a tight tank top. She handed me another beer and sat on the couch across from me. "I like your jammies," I quipped.

"I thought you might," she said, sipping from her bottle. We chatted while we drank our beers. It was a dark night with no moon in the sky, and the night air was pleasantly cool. When my wife finished her beer, she stood up and walked over to the railing. She stood there, gazing at the courtyard below, with the breeze lightly blowing through her hair. After a while, she looked back at me, and when she saw me admiring her backside she gave me quick smile. Then she walked over, took the empty beer bottle out of my hand, and stood there looking at me with her hands on her hips.

I lightly touched her skin, running my hand up her thigh. "You want to go inside?" I asked.

"No, let's stay out here," she said. She casually pulled her panties down, letting them fall onto the floor.

I grinned at her as I ran my finger along her inner thigh and then twirled my fingers through the curly little hairs of her pussy. Then she climbed into the hammock and kissed me with an open mouth. She was lying with her legs open, and I had one hand behind her head and the other between her thighs. As I was fingering her, I realized that she was quite wet, and not just from the bath. I moved my hand up her side and clutched one of her breasts, feeling how hard her nipple was beneath the thin fabric of her top. I kissed and nibbled the flesh of her neck, and she moaned softly as she began to gently gyrate her hips against me. I reached down between her legs again, felt her rubbing herself against my hand, and I parted the wet lips of her pussy with my fingers.

After a few moments, my wife sat up in the hammock, making us swing unsteadily. She laughed as she carefully repositioned herself. "Good thing this is a big hammock," she said, her head now down near my crotch. "I guess it's made for two, huh?" she asked. Her thighs were now inches from my mouth and I could smell her: a clean scent, the fragrance of soap, but stronger still was her tangy musk, the sweet smell of excitement. I kissed the lips of her pussy and felt her shudder. I leaned in and licked at her, using my tongue to open her more widely. She wrapping her legs around my head, bringing me deeper into her. Quickly unfastening my shorts, she reached in and eagerly pulled out my dick. I felt the coolness of the night's breeze on my throbbing cock, her breath against my skin, then her warm and wet tongue as she gently licked me. I plunged my own tongue between into her pussy again, slurping her juices and gently sucking her lips into my mouth. She took my hard dick into her mouth too, and I paused for a moment to look down and see her head bobbing up and down as she sucked me in and out. I started to lick her clit, moving my tongue around in little circles. She was bucking her hips, grinding herself into my face, and she was so wet that I found my mouth was full, and I had to gulp down her juices.

I realized that her thighs were starting to quiver now, a sure sign that she was close to orgasm. My cock slipped out of her mouth and she let out a moan. Her whole body was trembling now, and she was grinding her pussy firmly against my face. Then she froze and was perfectly still, ad I knew she was about to explode. "Oh god... oh my god!" she whispered huskily as the spasms started. I opened my mouth and sucked her deeply into my mouth, flicking at her clitoris with my tongue. The muscles in her stomach start to convulse, and then she started to cry out, "Oh, oh yes... oh god!" After she finished coming, she took my dick back into her mouth, sucking on me with new vigor. I started to thrust into her warm wet mouth, and soon I knew that I was getting close to climaxing myself. I asked her if she wanted me to come.

Without answering, she rolled out of the hammock and walked over to the railing. She was standing there at the balcony, with no panties on. She rested her elbows on the railing, arching her back and sticking her bare ass out invitingly. Looking back at me, she flashed a seductive little grin. I climbed out of the hammock and walked up behind her, grabbing her waist and kissing the back of her neck. I let my pants fall to the floor and pressed up against her, burying my cock between the cheeks of her ass. She reached between her legs and grabbed my hard dick, pulling me towards her wet pussy. After she guided the head of my cock between her warm lips, I gently drove my cock deep inside of her. Letting out a little moan of pleasure, she leaned forward and pushed herself back against me as I started to thrust in and out of her.

I looked out across the courtyard that was below our balcony. The windows of the other rooms were either completely dark or had muffled lights glowing behind closed curtains. One of the balconies directly across from us caught my eye. For a moment, I thought I saw something move.

My wife grabbed the railing and ground her ass back against me. "I'm going to come again," she said. I started to pump into her more quickly, and I reached around to grab her tits, cupping them through the thin fabric of her chemise. She pulled her shirt up so I could feel her naked breasts, her nipples large and hard. I knew she was close, so I took hold of her by the shoulders, pulling her back against me with each thrust. Suddenly she threw her head back, her hair falling down across her back, and she groaned as another orgasm began to shake her body.

Something definitely moved on the balcony across the way. As my wife was shuddering from her last pangs of pleasure, I stared out into at the darkness. I thought that I could make out a dark figure standing in the shadows.

My wife moved forward and my dick slipped out of her. She reached down, grabbed the bottom of her shirt, and pulled it up over her head. When she turned around, now standing there completely nude, she put her arms around my neck and we kissed passionately. I let my hands run down over her hips, and then I grabbed her by the ass and pulled her body closely against mine, feeling her tits smashed up against my chest. I felt the goose bumps on her naked skin as I ran my fingers up along her belly and cupped her breasts. Her tongue slip into my mouth just as she reached down and stroked my cock.

I opened my eyes to peek in the direction of the balcony across the way once again. Now I could see, very clearly in fact, that someone leaning over the railing watching us.

My wife pulled away from my embrace and then turned around again. Taking hold of the railing with one hand, she reached back between her legs and grabbed my dick with her other hand. When I saw where she was guiding me, I chuckled quietly. I moistened my fingers in my mouth and then used them to get her ass nice and wet. She guided the head of my dick into her tight little hole, but she was so tight that I couldn't enter. She began to gyrate against me, and each time that she pushed back against me, I started to sink slowly into her, deeper and deeper.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the figure on the other balcony move again. I realized that here was a lamp on in our room, and the curtains were partly open, so he could see us much more clearly than I could see him.

I felt my cock suddenly slip all the way into my wife, and she gasped. I froze, not wanting to hurt her. After a few seconds, I felt her slowly moving back against me again. I started to thrust into her, slowly at first, but soon she was pushing back against me and I knew she wanted more, so I drove into her more vigorously. She took a wider stance as I reached down and grabbed her hips, pulling her against me each time I drove into her. I knew that I wouldn't last very long now, I never could when I was fucking her tight ass, so whispered to her that I was going to come. I was pulling almost all the way out on each stroke now, and then driving all the way back into her. When I knew that I had passed the point of no return, I grabbed her hips and held her still. I started to push into her with short, hard thrusts, and then I stopped when I felt my cock start to pulsate, shooting cum deep up inside of her. I convulsively thrust three or four more times until I was completely spent.

I fell back onto a chair by the hammock, breathing heavily. My wife turned around and looked at me, holding onto the railing behind her. She almost seemed to be posing, standing there completely nude in front of me, but I knew that was probably about to collapse. "My legs are killing me," she said stretching out first one leg and then the other. She walked over to me, kissed me on the lips, and then walked into the room. "Could you grab my clothes?" she called back before I heard the bathroom door close. I lay on the hammock for a few more moments, then I stood up and leaned over to pick up her panties and top. When I stood back up, I looked back over to the balcony across the way, but I could see no sign of anyone.

* * *

We met up with our friends early the next day and spent the morning at the beach. A little after noon, the sun was getting to be a bit too much for us, so we took shelter under umbrellas of the beachside Cantina. We feasted on shrimp cocktail, fish tacos, and seafood soup, all washed down with a few bottles of ice-cold Mexican beer. When Jeremy and Karen left us alone at the table for a moment, my wife leaned in close and whispered, "So, I forgot to ask you if you enjoyed yourself last night?" I nodded and popped a shrimp into my mouth. She smiled and then asked, "Did you know that someone was watching us?"

I was so taken off guard that I didn't know what to say. She continued, "When I was at the railing, I saw a man on a balcony across from ours. It was dark out and I couldn't see most of the other balconies, but the lights were on in his room, so I could see him very clearly. He was just standing there staring at me. I pretended that I didn't see him and looked away. Then I saw him go into his room and turn the lights off. Though it was dark, I could still see him come back out onto his balcony. He was still there, still watching me, when I turned away and came over to you in the hammock."

I couldn't believe what she was telling me. My wife was just looking at me with a slight smile on her face, waiting for me to say something. That's when our friends returned, cutting our conversation short.

We spent the rest of the afternoon by the pool. Jeremy and I spent most of our time at the swim up bar while the ladies sun bathed and chatted. When Jeremy left to use the bathroom, I went into the deep end to cool off, and then I swam over to the edge of the pool. My wife jumped into the water next to me. She kissed me and pressed her body next to mine. Under the water, she put her hand inside my swimming trunks and grabbing my hard cock. "What's got you so excited?" she asked. I grinned and shrugged my shoulders. My wife said, "Oh, I know what it is. You're thinking about that guy watching me." She looked over her shoulder, making sure no one was watching. "Do you think I gave him a good show? He was still there when you were fucking me at the railing. I could see him standing on his balcony, watching us as you stuck your..."

Just then, Jeremy jumped into the pool next to us. My wife laughed, extracted her hand from my trunks, and then swam away. "Hey, what's your favorite Mexican beer?" Jeremy asked. "Tecate, Dos Equis, Pacifico ..." Jeremy leaned against the side of the pool beside me. I saw that he was watching my wife. She climbed the stairs up and out of the water, and then she walked along the far side of the pool. When she returned to her lounge chair, she started to towel off. Jeremy was still droning on, "Montejo... Sol... Modelo... Carta Blanca..." But even as he prattled on, I noticed that at no time did he ever take his eyes away from my wife's body.

We were starting to get hungry again, so we went back to our rooms to get cleaned up for dinner. My wife jumped into the shower while I called to make a reservation at one of the resort restaurants. When I got into the shower, my wife was washing her hair and didn't realize I was there until I grabbed her from behind. I started to kiss the back of her neck. "Oh, that feels good," she purred. I grabbed her tits and pulled her back against me, burying my stiff cock between her ass cheeks. She turned around, put her arms around my neck, and we started to kiss. I moved my hands down to her waist and pulled her against me, my dick pressed hard against her. She broke our kiss and pulled herself away, grabbing a bar of soap, which she then started to rub against my chest. After getting me nice and sudsy, she started to wash the rest of my body, first my arms and then my legs. I grabbed the shampoo and quickly washed my hair as she was gently washing my stiff cock with her hands, rubbing me up and down. I moved over and put my head under the water to rinse out my hair, and I felt her mouth envelope my dick. When I opened my eyes, I saw my wife on her knees in front of me, looking up and smiling at me as she sucked and licked me.

After a few moments, she stood up and handed me the bar of soap. "Your turn," she said. I started to wash her, getting my hands soapy and then running them all over her wet skin. I started with her shoulders, and then moved to her chest, taking her breasts into my hands and rubbing them tenderly. She turned around, putting her hands against the glass of the shower, and I started to wash the top of her back, slowly moving my hands down to her ass. I massaged her backside slowly, separating her cheeks and running my fingers through her legs to fondle her pussy. After I washed her legs, she turned around again, and I started to wash her belly. She watched me through half closed eyes as my fingers went down her waist to her thighs, and then between her legs. I leaned in and kissed her mouth as I slipped one finger in between the lips of her pussy, fingering her as our tongues met.

"You know," my wife said between kisses, "we don't have a lot of time. We have to meet Jeremy and Karen soon."

I pulled away from her, reluctantly, and went under the shower for a final rinse. My wife said that she would be a few more minutes. I climbed out of the shower, dried off, and then went into the bedroom to get dressed. When I returned to the bathroom, my wife was out of the shower. She had a large towel wrapped around her body and had just finished blow-drying her hair. I grabbed her around the waist, picked her up, and placed her down on the counter.

I said, "We have time for this." I opened her legs and knelt down between her knees. The counter was a bit high, but I made it work. I started with a nice long lick of her pussy, and she giggled. I leaned in, parting her lips with my tongue, and she leaned back against the mirror with a soft moan. I didn't have much time, so I got right to it, running my tongue around her clit and sucking gently. I knew how to get her off quickly, and I also knew that she didn't need a lot of foreplay after our shower. She was running her hands through my hair and pulling my head against her. It happened quickly and with no warning. She started convulsing at the same time I heard her moaning through her orgasm.

I stood up and pulled the towel off so that I could run my hands over her naked breasts. She just sat there, smiling at me, her legs still parted so I could come in close. Just as I reached down to unfasten my pants, I heard a knock at the door. My wife arched an eyebrow at me and giggled. "I think we just ran out of time," she said.

* * *

After dinner, we went over to the nightclub for drinks. Jeremy took me to the bar and we sampled some tequila while our wives went out onto the dance floor. They weren't gone very long, but when they returned they had already started to sweat through their dresses. They ordered two frozen cocktails while Jeremy and I sampled some Mezcal.

By now the bar was pretty crowded, so when we finished our drinks my suggested a moonlight stroll. Five minutes later, we were walking barefoot along the shoreline. As we walked, we got deeper and deeper into the surf. The water was almost to my knees and I saw that the bottom of my wife's dress was getting wet. That's when Karen stumbled and fell into the water. She fell right next to me, so I grabbed her and pulled her up as quickly as I could. She was more than a little drunk and quite unsteady on her feet. Her dress was soaking wet and the damp cloth was clinging tightly to her body. I could see her lacey lingerie through the fabric. Karen was screaming with laughter, and Jeremy started to laugh uncontrollably too. Suddenly, Karen pushed him, and his head disappeared under the water.

I was looking for Jeremy to come up when my wife pushed me. I wasn't able to regain my balance, but grabbed onto my wife and pulled her down with me. My wife was wearing a thin white dress, so when it was wet it was even more transparent than Karen's. She was wearing plain cotton underwear, not frilly lace like Karen, so I could clearly see her nipples through the wet fabric. So could Jeremy, and so could most of the men that we passed on walk back through the resort.

When we got back to our rooms, Jeremy discovered that he had lost his keycard, no doubt when he went for his impromptu swim. I graciously invited our friends into our suite. My wife and Karen went into the bathroom while Jeremy called the front desk. "Be right back, I have to go pick up a new keycard," he said on his way out the door. After he left, I heard the sound of the shower running in the bathroom. I took off all my wet clothes and put on the swimming trunks that I had left drying out on the balcony.


The Cancun Trip



My wife came out of the bathroom, still wearing her soaked dress. She grabbed the two robes out of the closet and said, "Guess we'll be buying these." She had left the bathroom door open and I caught a glimpse of Karen's reflection in the shower, though the mirror was fogged up and I couldn't see too much. My wife grabbed a bottle wine from our mini-fridge and then asked, "Hey, what are you looking at?" She used her rear-end to bump me out of her way, and then she went back into the bathroom. She gave me a mischievous look before shutting the door.

I grabbed a beer and waited. Jeremy came back, but when he learned that our wives were showering, he went to his own room to shower and change too. I waited on the balcony. The first person to join me was Karen. She was wearing a robe and carrying a glass filled to the brim with wine. We chatted and I could tell that Karen was really quite drunk. The white cotton robe she was wearing was short, and she had it tied very loosely. She was flirty in an easy and drunk sort of way, and I was flirtatious in return. At one point, she started laughing at something I had said, and when she leaned forward her robe fell open. She casually, and quite slowly, covered herself back up, before taking another sip of wine.

My wife came out, also wearing a cheap hotel robe, and emptied the last of the wine into Karen's glass. I excused myself and went into the bathroom. I showered quickly, probably faster than I had ever showered before, and then I put on some shorts and a T-shirt. When I walked into the suite, I saw that the ladies had come in from the balcony. Jeremy was there too, wearing sweatpants and a golf shirt. My wife was sitting on the loveseat and Jeremy and Karen were on the couch. I opened the mini-fridge, took the last beer, and sat down next to my wife.

"Looks like we're all out of adult beverages," Jeremy said when he finished his beer. "Be right back." He jumped up and quickly walked out into the hallway. When he returned, he had some tequila, a bottle of triple sec, and some lemons. "Margarita's make Karen really horny, and I've gotten really good at making them," Jeremy said. Karen blushed and shook her head. Jeremy handed us all a glass.

My wife took a sip and smiled, "Umm, these are really good!" I tasted mine. It wouldn't say it was particularly good, but it certainly was strong. The door to the balcony was wide open, letting in a cool night breeze. Karen was lying on the larger couch with her legs across Jeremy's lap, and he was gently stroking her thighs below the bottom of her robe. I was sitting on the loveseat with my wife lying against my chest. From where I was sitting, I could see down the top of her robe. My wife had her legs crossed, and her robe had ridden up quite a bit. I wondered if she was wearing panties. I knew she wasn't wearing a bra.

Karen had obviously had had one or two too many. My wife asked her if she was okay, and Karen laughed and said, "Yeah, my head's just spinning a little bit." Jeremy joked that it was only ten o'clock, too early to pass out. "I'm not going to pass out," Karen replied slapping his hand playfully.

We continued to talk on and off again. My wife and I stole a few kisses, each one growing longer more passionate. I saw that Jeremy was still massaging Karen's thighs, but now his hand was under her robe. She had thrown her arm over her eyes, but she had a smile on her face. At one point, I saw Jeremy subtly wet his fingers with his margarita before putting them back under the robe. Karen jumped at first, and then her smile widened.

My wife finished off her drink and then she turned to kiss me. I felt her tongue in my mouth. When she broke our kiss, she took a gulp of her Margarita and then lay back against my chest with her head under my chin. She took my hand and slipped in inside of her robe. I could feel her nipple, hard and erect. Then I saw that Jeremy had pulled his own wife's robe up enough that I could see him fingering Karen's pussy. She had thick, dark pubic hair, and the lips of her pussy were pink and swollen. Karen's eyes were closed, and I wondered if she was too drunk to realized that she was being exposed.

My wife was watching them too. She must been aware that Jeremy was watching her. I took my free hand and ran it down her side. I reached down, slipping my hand beneath her robe, and found that she wasn't wearing any panties. I heard my wife sigh when I touched her. That was also when Karen sat up and kissed Jeremy. I clearly heard her whisper, "Eat my pussy," into his ear. Then she lay back on the couch across from him and opened her legs. Jermey had a surprised look on his face, but he quickly knelt down on the couch and put his head between her thighs. She was gyrating her hips against his face. She had one hand on Jeremy's head and she was feeling her own breasts through the robe with the other. Soon she had the top of her robe open to the waist, giving me a view of her tits.

My wife sat up, untied her robe, and then turned towards me. As we kissed, I ran my hands all over her body under her robe. "I need you inside of me," she whispered. The loveseat we were on was too small for her to lie down, so I got down on the floor. I saw that she was looking behind me, so I peeked over my shoulder. Karen was obviously about to come, with Jeremy was still licking away between her legs. It looked like he had at least one finger inside of her. While I was still watching, Karen cried out in pleasure as she started to orgasm.

I turned back to my wife, who had her legs open now, and I pulled my shorts and underwear down to my knees. My wife untied her robe and pulled it aside so she was essentially sitting there naked in front of me. I took hold of my hard cock and pushed it against her. I had expected that I would have to get her wet, but she was very wet already. The head of my dick slipped easily inside of her, and she moaned as I sunk all the way in. I started to ram into her, and she reached down with one hand to finger her pussy. She didn't often do that, and I knew that it was not just for my benefit. I couldn't see what our friends were doing, but I supposed they were watching us now. As I was pumping away, I could tell that my wife was already close. Sure enough, she closed her eyes, and her hand started to tremble as she fingered her clit. She threw back her head and came, crying out with each wave of pleasure that convulsed her entire body.

My wife looked at me and smiled, and then I saw her gaze move over my shoulder. I looked behind me again. Jeremy was now lying back on the couch, and Karen was kneeling between his legs, sucking his cock. Her robe was down around her waist, and I saw her tits bouncing as her head bobbed up and down. Her breasts were larger than my wife's and so were her nipples. As I was watching, Karen climbed up into Jeremy's lap and guided his dick into her.

I looked back at my wife and saw that she had been watching too. She grabbed me by my shirt and pulled me to my feet, and then she stood up motioned for me to sit down on the couch. As my wife stood in front of me, she slipped the robe off her shoulders. It fell down to her waist, and then she shimmied it down over her hips, letting it fall to the floor without untying it. She stood there before me, naked, and I saw that Jeremy was looking at her too. I knew he had a good view, but no doubt he was hoping to see more than just her rear. My wife walked towards me and climbed up into my lap. She positioned herself above my throbbing cock and slowly sat down. I was so hard, and she was so wet, that the head of my dick slipped right up inside of her. She eased down on top of me until I sank all the way into her. She started to ride me, gently at first, but she soon quickened her pace. I had a clear view of Karen riding Jeremy, her ass moving up and down. Karen looked over her shoulder at us and smiled.

We had never had sex in front of anyone before, and it was quite exciting for both of us. I could tell by the expressions on our friends' faces that they were really turned on too. Karen was sitting on top of Jeremy, just like my wife was sitting on top of me, a mere ten feet away, and we were both enjoying the view of each other's naked wives happily fucking us. My wife had a few smaller orgasms, as she usually did when she was on top. She would just smile and close her eyes, sighing a little or giving out a little moan before continuing to hump away on top of me. Karen only came once, but it was much bigger. She leaned back, her hands on Jeremy's knees, and threw her head back, and cried out in a throaty groan.

My wife had turned to watch, and when she looked back at me, she gave a little grin. Then she climbed off of me and turned around, facing our friends, and then she reached between her legs. She held my cock as she sat down on me once more. I saw Jeremy staring at her with wide eyes, getting his first good look at my wife's nude body.

Karen had turned her head to look over her shoulder at us. She chuckled when she saw how my wife had positioned herself, and then she climbed off of Jeremy and turned to face us. Looking right at me, she took the robe, which was still around her waist, and pulled it off. She stood there for a moment, allowing me a long look at her. As I said, her breasts were larger than my wife's, and her hips were narrower. She was definitely less curvy than my wife, but her legs were long and lithe.

Karen stepped back between Jeremy's legs, still facing me, and then sat down, guiding him back inside of her with one of her hands. My wife and Karen, who were now sitting directly across from one another, started to giggle as they watched each other fucking their husbands. I saw Jeremy lean over a bit, peering around from behind, trying to get a better view of my wife. I looked over at Karen, bouncing on top of her own husband, her large breasts jiggling. When I locked eyes with Karen, she just grinned. Then she put her hands went down between her legs, her fingers on her glistening lips.

I started bucking hard into my wife, and she was pounding back against me just as hard. Her feet were on the floor, between my legs, and I saw her ass bouncing as she was riding my cock, giving me the best lap dance of my life. She was moving her hands along her sides, and cupping her breast, putting on quite a show, I realized, for our friends. Karen started coming then. She screamed, "O god, oh fuck, oh yes!" and Jeremy just kept ramming her hard.

My wife suddenly stopped moving up and down, and instead started grinding down on me, moving her ass around in little circles. I felt her legs shuttering, and I knew she was about to let herself go. I was over the edge myself, and I was trying to hold off just a bit longer, but just as I heard my wife moan, I felt myself start to spasm. She was convulsing violently on top of me as I started to shoot my cum deep into her pussy. Jeremy was still pounding away, and I heard him murmur something. Just then, his dick came out of Karen, and she reached down, trying to get him back inside of her, but it was too late. Karen just held his dick against her pussy and jerked him off as he started to shoot his load all over her stomach and into her pubic hair. Then we all just collapsed, totally exhausted and spent.

* * *

The next morning my wife and I slept in. When we did crawl out of bed, we had a couple of terrific hangovers. We were also quite embarrassed about the events of the previous night. After a late breakfast, we decided to go sightseeing off resort. It was after dark when we finally returned to our room and went to bed. We were glad that we had not run into Jeremy or Karen, but we knew that we couldn't avoid them for the rest of the vacation.

The next day, we met Jeremy and Karen at the beach. We told them about our excursion off resort and we found out that they had also spent the previous day doing some sightseeing. No one mentioned anything about the other night. At noon, Karen and my wife decided to go off to the spa, so Jeremy and I went to get something to eat and then played some golf. My wife called while we were on the eleventh hole. She and Karen wanted us all to go to a restaurant off resort so she said that we would meet at the room at 4:00. Jeremy and I finished our game and then had a beer at the clubhouse, killing time until it was time to meet up with our wives.

I got back to the room a little after four, but my wife wasn't there. I called her and could tell from her voice that she had a few drinks in her. "Oh Sorry!" she said. "We're still getting our hair done. Anyway, Karen and I bought a couple of new dresses, so we don't really need to stop by the rooms. Why don't you and Jeremy meet us at the concierge in about an hour?"

When Jeremy and I arrived at the front desk, we saw two stunning women waiting for us. They were both wearing new dresses, short and sexy little things, and they had huge grins on their faces. "You look fantastic," I said, kissing my wife on the cheek. "How much is all this going to set me back?" I whispered in her ear.

"This dress was only thirty dollars," she said. "Well worth it, don't you think?" she asked, modeling the dress by doing a full spin in front of me. Then she leaned in closer and whispered, "Unfortunately, they didn't have any underwear." She gave me a devilish smile before walking over to the concierge.

The resort had a shuttle that took us into town and dropped us off right in front the restaurant. The food was wonderful and we split a bottle of wine. Karen asked the waiter what we might do after dinner and he suggested a club down the street. He said it was popular with very tourists from the surrounding resorts. We walked down the street after dinner and, sure enough, found the club to be quite lively. It was loud, crowded, and dark. The drinks were a bit expensive, but they were strong. Jeremy and Karen went out to dance, and after a few drinks, my wife coxed me onto the dance floor too.

I was never much for dancing, so after a couple of songs we returned to the table. Our friends saw that we had stopped dancing and they soon joined us. Karen went to the bathroom and I went up to the bar for a fresh round drinks. When I got back, Jeremy and my wife were gone. I spotted them dancing together not far from our table. When Karen got back, I tried to point them out to her, but by then they were lost in the crowd. Karen and I finished our drinks pretty quickly, and then she grabbed my hand and dragged me back out to the dance floor again.

The song was a slow one, and once we found a spot, Karen simply fell into my arms. I realized that this was the first woman, besides my wife, that I had danced with since my wedding day. I could feel how sweaty she was, and I could smell it too. It was not an unpleasant smell, in fact I thought it smelled good, and I got excited by breathing it in. She put her head on my shoulder and I could feel her body pressing up against mine. Her hands were around my neck, my hands on her waist, and I could feel her breasts against my chest.

I looked around the dance floor. As I was scanning the anonymous faces, I suddenly saw my wife. She was smiling at something that Jeremy was saying, and then she laughed and pushed her hair out of her face. Was she flirting? I saw that Jeremy's hands were on her waist, but they were lower than my own hands were on Karen's body. Almost unconsciously, I slowly moved my hands down towards Karen's ass. She lifted her head off my shoulder and put her mouth next to my ear. "After this dance let's go back to the table. I'm really hot." I nodded. She looked around, but didn't seem to notice her husband or my wife. "Do you see Jeremy?" she asked. I shook my head.

After we got back to the table, I went to the bar and got two tall glasses of ice water. My wife showed up a little later, followed shortly after by Jeremy, who quickly swept Karen back out onto the dance floor. As we watched them dancing, I leaned over to my wife and said, "I didn't know that Jeremy liked to dance so much."

My wife nodded as she took a sip of my water. Then she said, "It really seems to... get him excited." She smiled and then looked back out towards the dance floor.

"How's that?" I asked, trying to sound indifferent.

"Oh, you know," she said, "he's just a very lively dancer. Look at him out there." I looked over and watched our friends dancing. My wife leaned in closer and said, "But I have to say, during slow dances he had... well let's just say that I could feel how excited he was." She looked at me and added, "And his hands seemed to have a problem staying in one place too." I was about to say something, but my wife got up and said, "I'm going to get some more water."

My wife came back with a pitcher of ice water and some glasses. Karen returned to the table soon afterwards, saying that it was really hot and she needed to sit out a few. Jeremy, who was right behind his wife, said, "Come on, we have to get back soon. I'd like to dance a little more."

Karen rolled her eyes but didn't budge. Then my wife stood up and said, "I'm ready." Jeremy took her hand and quickly lead her out to the dance floor. As she followed, my wife looked back at me and smiled. They quickly disappeared into the crowd. I told Karen I had to go to the bathroom. I wondered around, trying to catch a glimpse of my wife and Jeremy. I found them, dancing off near the far corner, and stood by a railing so I could watch them for a while. I had never seen my wife dancing with another man before tonight. I had certainly never danced with her the way Jeremy was right now. She was standing a few feet away from Jeremy, moving around, shaking and shimmying her hips in a very sexy way. When they came together, Jeremy's hands went immediately to her hips, and she put one arm around his neck.

I looked around and saw that that a lot of the couples were dancing just as provocatively. My attention returned to my wife. She had danced away from Jeremy and was facing away from him now. He came up from behind her, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her back against him. My wife was still gyrating back and forth against him as she raised her hands over her head, and Jeremy traced the outline of her body, from her hips to her shoulders, with both hands. My wife was giggling as his hands went back to her hips and again pulled her back against him. Jeremy's lips were right next to her ear, and he was whispering something. My wife, whose eyes were closed now, was grinning as his hand reached around and, putting his hands close to her upper thighs, started to move her hips with the beat of the music.

I had grown so absorbed in what I was watching that I didn't notice when the music had stopped. My wife fell into Jeremy's arms, laughing, and then I watched them walking off the dance floor. I rushed back to the table. Karen asked what had taken me so long. I said something about a line at the bathroom and drained the rest of my water. My wife and Jeremy arrived soon after and we all went to catch a taxi back to the resort.

The ride back was excruciating: I had to piss so badly that I was in physical pain. Even worse, I had a rock hard erection for the entire trip. Jeremy was in the front, next to the cabby, and I was between my wife and Karen in the back. Occasionally, whenever Karen wasn't looking, my wife would grab my dick and stroke me off a few times through my pants. I'm pretty sure that Karen saw enough to know what was going on.

"Does anyone else really have to pee?" Jeremy asked. I said yes, but so did both of the ladies. "I guess we forgot to hit the bathroom before we left the club." He asked the cabby how close we were and he said just a few minutes. We all figured that we would be able to last a few more minutes.

When we arrived at the resort, there were no cars or people by the entrance. I got out of the car and quickly realized that I had to urinate so urgently that I couldn't make it all the way back to the room. As I tried to figure out where the closest bathroom was, I noticed a small nook in the wall that surrounded the front of the resort, which was partially hidden the landscaping. "Be right back," I said to our friends.




The Cancun Trip



The small little alleyway was perfect, so I unzipped my pants. The problem was, I was so hard that I couldn't get my dick out through the zipper. As I was fumbling with my pants, my wife came joined me. "Oh gosh," my wife said, "I can't hold it either." She hiked up her dress and crouched down, leaning her back against the wall. I heard a flood of water puddling beneath her, and she started to giggle. "I can't believe I'm doing this." Meanwhile, I had finally gotten my cock out and started to piss. I moaned with relief.

Just then, Jeremy and Karen also ran down the alleyway. My wife jumped up a little, but she was still urinating, so she couldn't move. "Sorry," Jeremy said, "but we can't wait either!" He faced the wall away from us and I heard his powerful stream splashing on the ground. Karen hiked up her skirt and squatted next to Jeremy. "I'm so embarrassed," she said quietly. I saw a trickle dribbling down from between her legs. It was slow at first, a quick squirt, and then another, but it was soon gushing like a faucet. Her stream was so strong that it was arching out a few feet in front of her, so she reached down with one hand to direct her stream downward.

After we had all relieved ourselves, we cautiously left the alleyway, but there was still no one around. We entered the resort, nodded to the young woman at the reception desk, and made our way back to our rooms. When we got to our room, I slid the key in and opened the door. All I was thinking about was stripping my wife naked and fucking her brains out. I looked over at her and she looked back at me and smiled, seeming to know what I was thinking. But then, to my surprise, she turned to our friends and said, "You guys want to come in for a nightcap?"

* * *

My wife was next to me on the loveseat and Jeremy and Karen sat on the couch across from us. We shared another bottle of wine while we chatted, and then, after that had run dry, Jeremy retrieved a bottle of champagne from his room. Needless to say, we were all feeling quite relaxed.

Our friends started to make out first. During a lull in the conversation, Karen leaned over and started to kiss Jeremy. My wife, who'd been lying against my chest, sat up and looked at me. I kissed her, letting her know how much I wanted her. I ran my hands all over her body, feeling her curves beneath the thing fabric of her dress.

After a few moments, I heard Jeremy get up from the couch. When I looked over, I saw him going to the mini-frig. He pulled out the half-empty bottle of champagne and returned to refill our glasses. "Okay," Jeremy said, "So what's on the menu for tonight." He sat next to Karen and put his arm around her. "I mean, do we all want a repeat of what happened the other night?"

Karen blushed. My wife looked at me and then looked down at her wine glass with a demur smile. I scratched my chin and said, "Well... I don't hear any objections."

"Have you guys ever done anything like that before?" Karen asked quietly. I shook my head.

"Yeah, us neither," Jeremy said. We all sat quietly for a few moments. By talking about it, we'd all become too self-conscious to do what we all just admitted we wanted to do. Even Jeremy looked embarrassed.

"Okay," I said, finishing off my champagne. "Let's get things rolling by playing spin the bottle." I removed everything from the coffee table except for the empty wine bottle, and then I placed it on its side on the table. "Here are the rules. The person who spins says what they want to do. Then they spin the bottle and do that to whomever the bottle is pointing at. If it lands on a member of your own sex, spin again. How about we all go through one round and see how it goes?"

Karen but her lip and looked at Jeremy nervously. Jeremy smiled at her and then looked first at me and then at my wife. "Okay, let's spin" he said. Karen looked at my wife and I, and then she grinned.

"Wait a minute," my wife said. "Maybe we should establish some ground rules." We all looked at her. "I mean, how far are we going to go with this? If it lands on someone who isn't our spouse I mean?"

"Well," I said, "I didn't think it would be an issue in the first round, but I guess you're thinking ahead." Jeremy and Karen chuckled and my wife gave me a tap on the shoulder. "Okay, let's go around, one rule per person. I'll start: No penetration." Karen laughed out-loud and then covered her mouth as she chuckled quietly.

I looked at Jeremy, who was rubbing his chin and thinking. Finally, he said, "Well, I guess no anal stuff." Karen screamed with laughter again. My wife chuckled and looked at Jeremy with a confused look on her face. "What I mean," Jeremy continued, "is that I'm not into that. So I don't want to have to do anything around..." We all laughed hysterically.

Now it was Karen's turn. "Well, I guess I'll say..." She giggled and shook her head before continuing sheepishly. "I guess I'll say ... I don't know. How do we all feel about ... oral?"

Jeremy looked at me for a moment, then he glanced at his wife and shrugged. I looked back at my wife, but she just smiled and sipped her champagne without looking at me. "I guess I have no problem with it," I said.

"Me neither," Jeremy said quickly. Karen gave him a somewhat surprised look.

We were all looking at my wife. She just shrugged and nodded, still not making any eye contact with us.

Karen sighed and then said, "If it's okay with Jeremy then it's okay with me."

"Are you sure?" I asked. "You did bring it up."

Karen took a big breath. "No, I'm good with it. Really, I am." she said confidently.

I turned to my wife again. I was curious to hear what rule she had thought up. "All I'll say," she said, "is that it has to be limited to this room. I don't want to have to get naked and run around outside or anything like that!"

"Oh yeah, that's a good one," Karen said. "Let's not turn this into truth or dare!"

"All right," I said. "Let's get started with something simple: just a kiss." With that, I spun the bottle. It landed on me. I spun again and it landed closest to Jeremy. "Not a good start," I said, spinning again. This time it was pointing at my wife. I leaned over and gave her a long kiss.

My wife smiled at me and then leaned forward and took the bottle in hand. "French kiss," she said as she spun the bottle. It landed on me.

"Jesus, this game is boring!" Jeremy said as my wife pulled me closer. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and we kissed again, this time even quite passionately.

"All right, all right, it's my turn," Jeremy said. "How about this?" he asked with a big smile on his face. "I get one minute to run my hands wherever I want." He spun the bottle.

Before the bottle stopped, my wife said, "Wait a minute, is that above the clothes or what?" Before Jeremy could answer, the bottle stopped - it was pointing at my wife.

Jeremy stood and smiled nervously. Karen was giggling. My wife stood up and asked again, "Above the clothes?"

"All I heard," I said, "was that he'd put his hands where ever he wanted."

Jeremy walked over to my wife and said, "Okay, only above the dress. Fair enough?" My wife stood up and looked at me doubtfully, but still grinning. When Jeremy walked behind her, she closed her eyes.

"Who's going to time us?" Jeremy asked.

None of us had a watch, so I grabbed my phone from the nightstand. "Okay... go." Jeremy slowly moved his hands around my wife's hips. She jumped as he touched her, and then laughed quietly. He moved his hands up her sides and then, very slowly, brushed against the outside of her breasts, before circling around her shoulders. His hands went back down her sides and over her hips to the top of her thighs.

"You okay with this buddy?" Jeremy asked. My wife opened one eye and looked at me.

"You're running out of time," I said. "Besides, I think you copped a better feel when you were dancing with her!"

Just then, Jeremy's fingertips touched the bare skin of my wife's thigh, just below her dress. She jumped and giggled as Jeremy moved his hands back up her hips. He quickly moved cup her tits now, almost too fast to see, but I saw my wife squint and she bit her lower lip. I looked down and saw that their time was up, but I said, "Okay, ten seconds left." Now he moved his hands back down. He held her, with one hand on her belly, while his other hand touched her between her legs. There was only the thin fabric of her dress between her pussy and his finger. "And... time!" I said.

My wife opened her eyes and sighed heavily. She grabbed her glass and drained the rest of her champagne before sitting down again. Karen took the bottle and held it for a moment. She ran her tongue over her lips while she thought. "Okay, one minute, he gets to touch me, even below the clothes!" The bottle landed on Jeremy.

This time, Jeremy didn't waste any time. He started by cupping Karen's breasts and pulling her back against him. He left one hand there and moved the other between her legs. Karen was giggling when Jeremy moved his hand down and pulled her dress up. Like my wife, Karen had no underwear on. Jeremy's fingers were combing through her bush, and he was pulling her ass against him. With his other hand he reached up to pull the strap of her dress off her shoulder, exposing one of her large tits before taking the nipple between his fingers. Karen was still smiling and giggling, but she was also breathing quite heavily and was undoubtedly getting very excited. So was I. I just watched Jeremy groping his half-naked wife right before my eyes.

My wife looked at my phone and then nudged my arm. I looked down and said, "Oh, time's up."

Jeremy extracted his hands and Karen quickly pulled the strap of her dress back up. She was flushed and embarrassed, but seemed be in good spirits and still enjoying the game. "Everyone ok with a new round?" I asked.

Everyone agreed. "All right, how about this. One minute, dress off, my hands wherever I want." I spun the bottle and the ladies started to laugh riotously. The bottle landed on my wife. Jeremy and Karen clapped.

My wife buried her face in her hands, murmuring, "Oh my gosh!" She looked up at me with a grim smile and then slowly got to her feet. "Karen, you call the time, and make sure it doesn't go even one second over a minute!" she said.

I stood behind my wife and said, "Okay, are you taking the dress off or am I?"

"I will," she said, reaching down to grab the bottom of her dress. "Ready Karen? Go!" Karen started the timer and my wife pulled the dress up over her head. She was halfheartedly covering herself, one had over her breasts and the other between her hands. I move my hands all over her body, though I never actually touched her intimate parts. When Karen called time, she quickly bent down to pick up her dress and threw it back on.

"Why don't you go ahead Jeremy," my wife said. "I need to use the bathroom in a second anyway."

Jeremy smiled and said. "Okay. One minute, her hand down my pants!" The bottle ended up on Karen. My wife quickly went into the bathroom as Jeremy settled into the couch and unfastened his pants. Karen got onto her knees then reached into his pants. There really wasn't anything to see, and even if there were it wasn't something I wanted to watch, so I kept my eyes on my phone and called it when time was up. Jeremy looked a little disappointed with his choice.

My wife was still in the bathroom so Karen took hold of the bottle and said, "I'll go next. I get to spend five minutes in the closet with the man this lands on!" She spun the bottle and it landed directly on me. My wife, who'd come out of the bathroom in time to hear what was going on, was cracking up. Jeremy was hooting and clapping as Karen walked over to the closet.

"Okay," Karen said once we were both in the closet, "start the timer now!" Then she shut the door.

It was totally dark at first. I felt her lips touch mine and then I reached out to touch her gently, my hands on her hips. My eyes adjusted to the light enough so I could see her. "Let's not waste time," she whispered. She reached down and pulled her dress up. I touched her breasts, kneading them. "Suck them," she said. I did, taking one of her nipples into my mouth. As I sucked, it grew hard in my mouth. She pulled it out and stuck the other into my face, and I took that on into my mouth too. I reached down with one hand and felt between her legs, and I heard Karen moan. She was very wet and I could feel how swollen her lips were.

"Okay, your turn," she said. She put her dress back down and quickly unbuckled my pants. My cock sprang out and she rubbed it while she leaned in to kiss me again. "How much time do you think is left?"

"Not enough," I said. "But I really don't want to get caught with my pants down."

Karen smiled and kissed me again. "Do you want me to suck it?"

I nodded. She squatted down and took me into her mouth. She was quite good and I didn't want her to stop when she did. She stood up and kissed me again, and then she switched places with me. She leaned against the wall and stood with her legs wide. I knew what she wanted and got down on my knees. She lifted her dress and I leaned in and took her lips into my mouth. She tasted sweet and salty, but good. I sucked her into my mouth and she moaned, "Oh god."

Just then I heard Jeremy yell, "Time!" I stopped and, as I was getting to my feet, the door slid open. Jeremy and my wife were both standing there looking into the closet and laughing.

Karen and I tumbled out of the closet and walked over to the couch. I noticed that my wife was still standing by the closet with Jeremy. "Okay, let's just save some time. It's my turn and I pick five minutes in the closet too." She pulled Jeremy into the closet. "Start the clock!" she said, pulling the door shut.

I picked my phone up of the table, and as soon as I started the timer, Karen climbed onto the couch next to me and we started to kiss. I felt her hands on my cock and I pulled her dress up. Her pussy was still wet from my mouth and she moaned softly when slipped my finger between her lips. She pulled away from me and looked back at the closet. "Quick," she whispered as she lay down next to me and pulled up her dress. "Eat me again!" Her head was next to my lap and she opened her legs. I climbed down between her thighs and started to lick her. Her hands were on feeling my dick through my shorts again, and soon I felt her fumbling with my zipper. I looked at my phone and saw that we had three minutes to go. I quickly unzipped and pulled my stiff cock out. Karen slipped it into her mouth and I bent down to lick her pussy again.

Karen was sucking me pretty hard now, and I had her lips deep inside my mouth. I was gently thrusting my dick in and out of her mouth and she was gyrating her pussy against me. I could feel her coming, and I could hear her too, though it was quite muffled since her mouth was full. After her orgasm, she pulled away from me and I stood up and started to stuff my dick back into my pants. "Wait," she said, reaching out and taking my cock into her hands. She took the straps off of her shoulders and pulled her dress down - first one tit popped out, and then the other. She pulled me close to her and I buried my dick between her tits. Karen looked up at me and grinned.

"Is the time almost up?" she asked.

I looked over at my phone and said, "We're a minute over." She looked up at me and smiled. My dick was stiff netween her tits, and I saw her licking the tip with her tongue. Then she pulled away and pulled her top back up. We both composed ourselves and then walked over to the closet. Karen grabbed the handle and opened the door, at the same time yelling, "Time!"

When the door opened, I saw my wife sitting on the floor with her back against the wall. Her eyes were closed, and her dress was pulled up around her waist - Jeremy's head was buried between her legs. My wife's eyes shot open and then both she and Jeremy jumped up. Jeremy stood up so fast that he bumped his head on the closet shelf and I heard my wife scream. "Oh my god!" Karen said as she quickly shut the door. She looked at me and we both started to laugh. We went back over to the couch and a few seconds later Jeremy and my wife came over and joined us. They were both red-faced from embarrassment, but since Karen and I were still cracking up, they started to laugh too.

"Okay," I asked, "What now - back to spin the bottle?"

Jeremy looked at Karen, who just shrugged her shoulders. I looked at my wife, who smiled and said "Something tells me that we're all going to be picking the closet from here on out."

"Not me," Jeremy chuckled. "I'm going for a lap dance!"

Karen laughed and my wife rolled her eyes. I said, "Yeah, I think I'll go with a lap dance too."

My wife put down her glass. "Well, if we're going to be doing lap dances, then we might as well skip the formalities. Let's just get on with it then, right Karen?"

Karen nodded and then they both got up and went into the bathroom. Jeremy and I each grabbed a chair and put them down in the middle of the room, a few feet apart. We finished off what was left of our wine and looked expectantly at the bathroom door.

The door opened and the ladies walked out, both with self-satisfied smirks on their faces. They were wearing negligees, both of which belonged to my wife. Karen was wearing a soft and silky little gold teddy, which my wife had worn on our honeymoon, while my wife was wearing a new sheer blue babydoll, which she had bought just for this trip. Karen flipped on the radio and tuned it to some slow music. "Okay, let's go," my wife said. She was walking towards me, and Karen was walking right at Jeremy. My wife was giving me a naughty smile when she stopped, about five feet in front of me. She and Karen shared a quick look, and then they switched positions. Now Karen was standing in front of me and my wife was in front of Jeremy.

I looked at Karen and grinned. She smiled at me and then, shaking her hips with the music, slowly turned around in front of me. Still gently swaying her ass back and forth, she started to back up, getting closer and closer to me, until the back of her thigh touched my knee. She looked over her shoulder and chuckled before slowly sitting down into my lap. I looked over and saw my wife, who was now standing right in front of Jeremy, doing a slow and sexy dance and running her hands all over her body. She looked over at me and smiled seductively, before she also sat down in Jeremy's lap.

Karen, who'd been giving me a lap dance all this time, slowly rubbing her crotch into mine, now turned to face me. She quickly straddled me, raising one leg and then the other, until she settled down on top of me and ground her pussy against my throbbing cock. Her tits were just inches from my mouth now. I put my hands on her waist, pulling her just a little closer to me, and I felt one of her nipples, hard under the thin fabric of her negligee, brush against my lips. Karen was laughing, but then, when I caught her nipple between my teeth and gently nibbled at it, she moaned a little. She reached up with one hand and pulled the cloth back, until her one of her tits popped out, and then she shoved her nipple into my mouth.

As I was sucking greedily on Karen, I looked over and saw my wife rubbing herself into Jeremy's crotch. She was leaning forward, letting her negligee fall low across her breasts. I could see her hard little nipple straining against the soft fabric. I noticed then that Jeremy's hands were on my wife's ass - under the negligee, his hand on her bare skin. When my gaze returned to my wife's face, I saw her grin at me - and then she put one of her hands behind Jeremy's head and pulled his face into her chest. She was smiling at me as she rubbed her tits, all but exposed now under her flimsy negligee, all over Jeremy's eager lips.




The Cancun Trip



Karen finally pulled away from me, and then she pulled the straps of her negligee off her shoulders. I reached up and pulled her top slowly down, exposing her big and beautiful breasts. I took her other nipple into my mouth and suckled it, making her groan aloud, and then she put her hands behind my neck and pulled me against her. I could feel her rubbing her tits into my face and her pussy against my dick.

When I was finally able to look over towards my wife and Jeremy again, I was shocked. They were no longer there! I pulled myself out of Karen's cleavage so that I could see more of the room. I saw Jeremy's shoe. I refocused, and then I could see that Jeremy was kneeling on the floor. I reached up and grabbed one of Karen's tits, pushing it aside so that I could see a little better. Now I saw that my wife was sitting on the couch with her legs wide, with Jeremy's face firmly planted in between her thighs. I could see his tongue, flashing in and out, licking at her pussy - and my wife was pushing her head back into the cushions of the couch, groaning with pleasure. Now I also saw that Jeremy had one of his hands on my wife's tit. It was under her negligee, fingering her supple nipple.

Karen pulled by face up to hers, and we kissed again. She was rough, a little agitated, her tongue darting into my mouth. I could taste the wine on her breath and I could felt her eagerness. She sat back and pulled the negligee up over her head, throwing it onto the floor next to us. Karen was now completely naked. I felt her hands, pulling at the zipper of my pants. I didn't hear her so well, but I think she whispered into my ear, "Do you want to fuck me?" She had my shorts off pretty quickly, and before I knew it, my dick was firmly between the warm lips of Karen's pussy.

Looking over again, I saw that my wife was obviously coming. She had her hand on Jeremy's head, pulling his mouth against her pussy, and I could hear her squealing in pleasure as she climaxed. When she was done, I saw her pull Jeremy's up on top of her, so that they were kissing. I saw her slip her tongue into his mouth. Jeremy was unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants, and then I saw his bear ass was between her thighs. Was he inside my wife? Was he pushing his dick into her now?

Karen fell down to the floor between my own legs. She was fumbling with my shorts, but she was able to free my dick. I sat up long enough to pull my pants and underwear off. Karen quickly took my cock into her mouth. She was a fine little cocksucker, much better than my wife. She was gentle at first. She only used her tongue, moving it gently all over the head and shaft of my dick. Then she took me into her mouth, sucking me softly, bobbing her head up and down as she so carefully moved me in and out.

I looked over again, curious about what my wife was doing. She was lying on the couch, one leg on the floor, and Jeremy was on top of her. I could see that he was inside of her now - in fact, I could see his cock slipping in and out of her sopping-wet pussy. My wife was kissing him, sliding her tongue into his mouth. I saw Jeremy bucking into my wife, and I saw her opening up wider to receive him as he slammed into her.

Karen, who seemed to be oblivious to what our spouses were doing, stood up and fell back against the bed, which was just a few feet away from us. She was completely nude. Karen had her legs open and her eyes closed. I fell to my knees and started to feast on her pussy, taking her lips deep into my mouth. She screamed in delight and she came immediately, just as my tongue started to flicker over her clitoris. After the tremors of her orgasm subsided, she pulled me up onto the bed. My dick just slipped into her wet cunt, and she moaned and I sunk into her. "Oh god, yes!" she whispered. "Fuck me!"

I looked back behind us. Jeremy was still pumping away into my wife, but I could tell he was close now. Sure enough, after a few more thrusts, he started to groan - it was the groan of a man who was about to come. He was moving quickly in and out, and my wife was pushing her pussy up against him with each thrust . . . but then I saw his cock pop out. It happened so fast, I wasn't quite sure what exactly had happened. Then, I saw my wife take his dick into her hand - she was stroking him off so quickly that I was sure she had purposely made sure that he slipped out of her before he started to come. Her hand was moving so quickly up and down his cock, and she was saying something - I couldn't hear it exactly, but I caught a few snippets of what she said: "all over me" and "on my tits," and "shoot your wad." Then it happened. I saw Jeremy's cum squirting out of his dick. The first spurt landed in her left breast - a big glob of thick white cum - and then another landed on her stomach - and then several gooey spurts onto my wife's hairy pussy. She was saying, "Oh yes," and "that's it," and "all over me."

Karen came again - anyway it sounded like she was coming. I knew that I was close too, so I told her that I was going to come. "Come inside of me," she said into my ear.

I was still thrusting hard and deep into her, but I knew that I didn't want to come inside of her. I couldn't come inside of her - not after my wife was so careful to make sure that Jeremy had not come inside of her. I continued to pump into her until I knew I had passed the point of no return - and then, when I knew that I couldn't hold back any longer, I pull out. My dick slapped against Karen's pussy, and she looked down in surprise. She quickly reached down and took my cock into her hand, pulling it in between the lips of her pussy. Just then, I started to spurt my thick cum up onto her belly. She was stroking my cock, milking every last drop of jism out of me, as I continued to thrust my dock between the lips of her pussy.

I fell back into the bed. I guess all the wine I'd drank up to that point caught up to me, because I don't remember what happened immediately after that. The next thing I remembered was my wife climbing into bed. She was showered and smelled fresh, and the room was dark - it was 4:15 in the morning. I got up and went into the bathroom. After using the toilet, I got a drink from the faucet. I was still thirsty, so I drank another full glass. I climbed into the shower and washed. I climbed back into bed, feeling cleaner, and fell contently asleep.