Storiesonline.net ------- Holiday by Raven Soule Copyright© 2009 by Raven Soule ------- Description: Just a brief interlude during my recent holiday. Codes: MF cons het cheat preg ------- ------- Chapter 1 Nine o'clock on a warm September evening, there were a couple of bottles of beer on the table and two mugs of tea. I picked up my beer and Joanne took hers. Jeffery (never Jeff, Jeffery disapproved of being called 'Jeff') looked disapprovingly at her then returned to a conversation with my wife regarding opera, or was it Gaudi this time. Buggered if I knew, far too highbrow for me. Then came the shocker. "Darling," said SWMBO, "Jeffery is going down to Barcelona tomorrow; he has two tickets for La Traviata." "Oh good," I said, not really interested. "Have a nice time Jeff." Jeffery smiled at me. "I will," he replied. He must have practised that smile while sucking lemons. "Do you like Verdi, Joanne," I asked. "Oh, I'm sorry. I don't know anything about motor racing." Jeffery almost had a coronary. "He composed the opera my dear." The last two words were hissed by someone who dearly wanted to yell at his other half but was in company and so didn't. I was sure he would do so later, and longer and louder to make up for the delay. I laughed. I think that I saw what Jeffery didn't. Joanne knew who Verdi was and was just having a little fun. And why not? They were on holiday as were SWMBO and I, though I think we were having more of a holiday than they were. SWMBO continued, "Err ... Joanne doesn't like opera and in her condition." Joanne was about seven months pregnant and showing it very much. "She doesn't really want to traipse round Barcelona all day and then suffer La Traviata." "No," I said in agreement. "You should get into the pool Joanne, let the water take that weight and cool down a bit." It had been unseasonably hot for the past week. "I can't swim. I've been meaning to try, but..." she looked at her bump. SWMBO jumped into the half second of silence, "Jeffery has offered to take me down to see it. And you know how long it's been since I last attended a Grande Opera." "Oh!" I looked at Jeffery, he looked a little nervous as did my wife. Was something going to happen? Well I don't know. But I did know that if they intended to 'do something' (that sounds better than fuck like bunnies doesn't it) then they would do so. They would think of some excuse to get away together. Here was an ideal time and excuse. They could be alone for the day and do what they felt that they needed to do. I would see what else was in the pipeline. "That's nice. Do you have a dress suitable for the opera?" "I brought my blue one, the A-line one with the front panel." I tried to look as though I knew what she was talking about but had been left behind after the word blue. "That's nice precious." "We were looking at Tosca on Wednesday as well." Jeffery put in. "Can you get tickets?" I asked. "The hotel have offered me a good deal on the tickets if I book for the two days," Jeffery admitted. He smiled at the thought of saving a few Euro on the good deal. Or was it the thought of screwing a new acquaintance's wife that made him smile. Ummm, from my (short) experience of Jeffery it was probably the money. "Well, it seems stupid to return here from Barcelona just to drive back again. Why don't you stay over the extra night." I suggested. "What will you do," SWMBO asked. "Me," I shrugged my shoulders, "I've got my writing, and you know I like slobbing on the beach. In the evening I'll eat on site and then have a couple of beers at the bar. Get some more writing done then, too." I looked at Joanne, "I might take Joanne for some swimming lessons and give her a good groping while she's helpless." "PAUL!" SWMBO was scandalised. Jeffery looked at little unsure of what to do. I don't think anyone had ever offered to grope his wife in front of him before. Joanne though, she was another story. I don't think anyone else noticed the involuntary movement her hand made towards her breast, or the way her nipples suddenly showed through her blouse. "I need to pack, and you can help me," SWMBO ordered. I think this was supposed to be a punishment for my comment about groping Joanne. Jeffery and Joanne left their drinks and went back to their caravan. We were on a holiday park halfway between Barcelona and the French border, on the Bay of Rosas. The caravans were thirty-two foot static vans kitted out for the English tourists with all the comforts of home including showers and flush toilets. We packed what SWMBO thought would be enough for two nights away (i.e. about a weeks worth) into a wheelie suitcase. As SWMBO didn't drive (that's what she had a husband for), and I thought that Jeffery wouldn't want to slum it in my small saloon, I assumed that they'd be taking his Mercedes. SWMBO went to bed early as she had an early start in the morning. I back went out to finish off my beer; looking over to Jeffery and Joanne's van, I saw her sitting alone on the veranda. I walked over carrying both bottles of beer. "Want to finish your beer?" I asked. She looked at me bright-eyed and smiling. "No," she stood up, "I want a fresh one. Will you buy me a beer at the bar?" "I'll buy you two if you want." I put the bottles back on my table, ensured that the van doors were locked, that being the sign to SWMBO that I was going to the bar, and walked over to her. Joanne linked her arm in mine and we slowly walked to the bar. "Would you really try and teach me to swim?" Joanne asked timidly. "Aren't you afraid that I might take advantage of you if I did that?" I looked at her, her head was down but I could still see the signs of a blush on her cheeks. "You know that I would have to hold you up while you're in the water and you don't have that many legal places left for me to put my hands." With her head down, and so quietly I could hardly hear her she replied, "Maybe you'll have to use some illegal places then." And now I really could see her blush. "Maybe I should buy you three beers," I laughed. "Paul! Are you trying to get me drunk?" "Will that help me get to the illegal places?" She looked at me sideways, her smile lit her whole face. "I don't know. I can't remember the last time someone was trying to have their way with me." She stopped and turned to me, "You are trying to have your way with me aren't you?" "Oh yes." I replied. "That's OK then." We had a pleasant evening talking about ourselves. She was open and answered freely, even when I asked about her marriage. I had an enjoyable hour with her and walked her back to her van. "They're leaving early and having breakfast on the way," Joanne told me, "come over when they've gone and I'll do breakfast for us." "Thank you, I'll look forward to that." "Bring your swimming trunks if you want." She glanced at me. "You should remember that flirty little girls get smacked bottoms." She ran her hands over her bump, "And what do big girls get?" "They get smacked on their bare bottom." She smiled and entered her van. I went to my van and slipped into bed. SWMBO was unusually restless that night. ------- The alarm went off at seven thirty. I had been up since six o'clock and had made mugs of tea though I didn't think that SWMBO would want to drink that much just before a long drive. SWMBO had a shower using my things while I finished her packing. Last night I made sure that her mobile phone was charged and had credit. At ten to eight she was ready to go. I wish she was that quick when she was going out with me. Joanne and I waved as the car drove out of sight and then she looked at me. "Am I going to be safe with you?" she asked. "No." I answered as truthfully as I dared. "Good, you can come in and have some breakfast then." "How about we take a slow walk up to get a paper first?" I suggested. "You're not suggesting that they might come back trying to surprise us are you?" "Who me?" I asked in all innocence. We did, however, slowly walk up to the bookshop to get our papers. As we left the shop we saw Jeffery's car drive quietly back towards our vans. "The suspicious bastard!" Joanne hissed. Walking, we could use shortcuts that brought us to the vans only moments after the car had arrived. We could see SWMBO leaving our van, though the door to Joanne's van faced away from us. "They're not in here." SWMBO called. "Nor here." Jeffery emerged from behind his van. They stood in the middle of the road looking away from us. "Hi you two. Did you forget something?" I called. Both almost jumped out of their skins. SWMBO leapt to the attack, "Why did you do that? You know I don't like frights." She only attacked like that when she felt guilty about something. Jeffery was a little more composed. "Err ... yes, we've got it now. Put it in the boot already. Oh Joanne, you've brought my paper." And he took it from her without a word of thanks. "Well, we'll be off now. Bye," said SWMBO. Again Joanne and I waved as the car drove away. "Well, have you got your trunks?" "No, I forgot them." "Ummm ... skinny dipping for you then." We went into Joanne's van and she started to make some breakfast. I joined her and put the kettle on. There really isn't room for two people in those kitchens so I got in her way almost immediately. "Get out of my way, you, you ... MAN you." She ordered waving a spatula at me. "Glad you noticed." I said staying behind her and lifting her dress. She looked round at me, "Can't you think of anything better to do?" "What, there's something better than looking under a pretty woman's dress. Sounds dirty, tell me what it is." She turned and advanced on me waving her spatula threateningly. Unfortunately there isn't much room to advance there so she walked into my arms which I wrapped round her. "What do you..." I shut her up with a kiss. She allowed my tongue to enter her mouth and explore. Her hands came up to my chest but didn't try to push me away. Then I felt her tongue hesitantly slide along my lips and then push its way into my mouth. I dropped my hands to her bum and felt her ass cheeks. She responded by pushing her hips forward onto my growing erection. Feeling the hardness at my crotch she pulled back and looked at me. "What's this?" she asked dropping her hand to grasp and stroke the offending object. I pulled up the front of her dress exposing her bump and ran my hands over that while she continued to stroke my erection. "You mean that you have one of these," I gave her bump a little squeeze, "and you still don't know what one of these," I placed my hand over hers and pressed it into my hardness, "are?" "Oh no," she said shaking her head, "you're not going to fool me like that. I know what a prick is, I've seen Jeffery." "Well, I can agree with that." "Nooo," she slapped my arm and squeezed my erection a little harder. "I mean I've seen Jeffery naked." "Oh you poor dear, are you still having therapy?" She slapped my arm again. She continued, "And his prick isn't half as big as this. So you're obviously hiding something in there that you're going to attack me with." She smiled at this, so obvious, deduction. She looked down at my hand still roaming over her bump. "Are you groping me now?" she asked innocently. "No," I answered. I slipped my hand down over her panties and between her legs. "Now I'm groping you." I said. "So groping is when you run your hand over my panties?" she asked. I slid my other hand up under her dress and ran it over her thin bra cup, "Or your bra." I replied. She nodded. She was breathing a little faster now so I pinched her nipple and tugged it, and then rubbed against her clit hood too. Her knees almost buckled at this twin attack. "How about if your hand is inside my panties or bra?" she asked. "Just to confirm things you understand." "Oh, that's not groping. Only outside your underwear is groping." "I'm glad I got that cleared up." And then she yelped as she saw the bacon was burning. "Now look what you've made me do!" She rescued our breakfast and waved her spatula at me again. "You sit down over there," she pointed to the small dining table, "and let me burn this stuff myself." She turned back to the frying pan, "You men have no idea how difficult it is to make cornflakes properly." Joanne placed a plate of fried eggs, bacon, tomatoes and toast (all perfectly cooked) in front of me, she held another and sat beside me. Waving her fork at me she warned, "And don't think that you can grope me while I'm sitting here, because you can't. See, I've fooled you and taken my panties off." "Bugger!" I said in disappointment before starting on my breakfast. ------- Joanne got up from the table and piled my plated onto hers. "Stay there!" she ordered, waving an egg encrusted knife at me. I'm going to have to restrict her access to sharp metal objects, I'm getting a little concerned for my skin. She started washing up in the small sink. Her bump making her lean forward to reach into the water. This was an opportunity I couldn't miss. Quietly getting behind her I lifted her dress. "I told you I haven't got any panties on so you can't grope me," she said still continuing to wash a plate. I ran my fingers along her slit and found it sopping wet. I rubbed copious amounts of her girl juices onto my erection and gently slid into her. "Oh ... OH... OH!" she leaned forward resting her head on the draining board. As she leant forward I had easier access and could get deeper into her. I started stroking slowly in and out, running my hands under her dress to grasp her bra covered breasts. I thrust into her as she moaned and squirmed under me. Leaving her tits for a moment I unclipped her bra and her engorged breasts fell free from their restraint. Now I slid my hands round and cupped both hanging tits as I thrust into her again and again. Lifting up for a moment Joanne lifted her dress over her head and dropped it onto the wet draining board. With a shrug of her shoulders her bra fell onto the floor. I reached down and started to massage her clit while pounding her sopping cunt and tormenting her nipples with my other hand. Less than two minutes later her moans became cries and then a cut off scream as she bit down on a towel. I continued and she looked round at me wide eyed. She started panting again and suddenly another climax hit her, then I was able to keep her in, or near, a state of orgasm for nearly five minutes. When I, too, came the felling charged through me and I thought I was going to stab her to death, my cock felt so hard. I shot inside her time and time again, finally reaching the end of my semen. It was going to take a week to replace that lot. Wearily Joanne looked round at me, "I knew you had a big fucking club in your pocket." She laughed weakly. "Now get out of me 'cos I've got to empty this lot out before my daughter starts getting used to a semen diet." She stood holding her vagina lips together, "Any deeper and I'm sure you'd have been fucking her too." She gave me a kiss and walked naked to the bathroom. "Coming?" she asked as she paused by the door. I followed my rapidly growing erection which was following this hot woman. ------- Chapter 2 I parked in a car park that Joanne hadn't used before. It was very close to the beach and some shops and restaurants. I pointed one out, 'Blue Sea' I like that one, bit more expensive than the others but the food and service is worth it. She looked at it as we passed. As we stepped onto the beach Joanne looked at me a little suspiciously. "You said you didn't have your trunks." "I don't," I answered and led her toward a stairway set into a small cliff. "Oh." She followed me as she thought through the implications of my remark. "OH!" The stairway wasn't steep and Joanne had no trouble in getting to the top. A short walk over a rocky path and we rounded the corner to see a secluded beach with quite a lot of people on it. "Paul." "Yes." "This is a nudist beach." "You did tell me I had to go skinny dipping. And this is the place to do it." "Yes," she looked at me seriously, "but what about the skinny dipping?" "We'll try and get some of that in as well." We walked down onto the beach. A short walk to the centre of the first section of beach and I started to lay out a couple of mats for us to lie on. Joanne looked around interestedly. "The proper thing is to pretend that we're alone," I told her, "ignore everyone else." "Oh." She looked at me. "I haven't put any sun cream on." I leered at her. SWMBO says I can do a good leer. She keeps telling me not to leer at any other female who're in my line of sight. "Oh goody, that means that I can do it for you. Spread the cream all over your unresisting naked body while you lay helpless before me." She slapped my arm. She was smiling while she did it, but it did sting. She looked at the reddened area, "I'll kiss it better." "Do I get a smacked bum too?" I asked still leering, "And does that get kissed better." She slapped the other arm. A little nervously, Joanne lifted her dress over her head then slipped out of her bra and panties. The best thing about being on sand was that I could dig a pit to accommodate her bump while she lay on her stomach. "Ohhhh ... I haven't been able to lie on my front for months." She relaxed onto the sand. I put some sun cream onto my palm and started spreading it on her back. She had a long back, the muscles well defined. I ran my hands along the long muscles pressing firmly. "I think I'm going to keep you. Jeffery never does this." "I do this because I think it'll turn you on. After all when I've done your back I'm going to do your bum. I'm going to drip the cream straight onto your skin. It'll probably run down between your luscious bum cheeks and I'll have to catch that cream as it runs down along your vagina lips. You'll have to open your legs for me to get all of this run-away cream and I shall take advantage of you while I have my fingers between your legs. I might even slip one or two fingers inside you and finger fuck you for a while." By now she was squirming, rubbing her thighs together. She looked up at me, "Well, what are you waiting for?" She lay down again and opened her legs a little more. I finished her back and did as I promised / threatened. I poured the sun cream directly from the bottle and made sure that a good dollop found its way between her cheeks. "Ahhh..." she sighed as she felt the cream slide over her brown rosebud and head towards her vagina. I spread the cream over her cheeks and then went in search of the runaway stuff. My fingers were very slippery from the cream and my middle finger had no trouble at all in slipping all the way into her tight anus. She gave a quick gasp as I entered her but lay down again and eased her legs open a little more. I pushed in and out a couple of times then withdrew. Cupping my fingers, I scooped up the runaway globules and spread them between her legs covering her vagina lips and tops of each thigh. I did as promised and pressed two fingers into her, I then joined them with a third, forcing their way into her tight hole. Only a few strokes while she was on her back, I would tease her more when she turned over. I lay a trail of sun cream down her closest leg and spread that from bum to toes. Having moved down to do her feet I had a wonderful view up between her legs. She looked back and saw where I was staring. "Are you staring at my cunt?" she asked. "Of course I am. I'm a bloke and I'm kneeling between your legs, where else would I be staring?" "Just wanted to be sure," she replied and opened her legs a little more. I moved up between her parted thighs, lay another line of sun cream on the other leg and rubbed it in. I made sure to catch her pussy, sliding a finger in and then rubbing on her clitoris. Finishing her legs, I slapped her gently on her bum. "Turn over." This proved a little more difficult than usual due to the pit that I'd dug for her bump. Still, with a little swearing and moving a little more sand she was laying comfortably on her back, legs parted and eyes closed. I spread the cream on her face and neck first, making sure to cover her ears properly. Then I laid a couple of lines of cream about her breasts. I rubbed these in, avoiding her breasts even though she kept moving to push one or the other under my hand. Her nipples were already hard and the areola crinkled. I squeezed the sun cream bottle and lay another line around each breast. "Arrhhhhh..." She lifted up with the anticipation of being massaged there. I delayed a little until she opened her eyes. Her expression was clear, "GET ON WITH IT!" So I did. I ran my hands over her breasts and spread the cream around, I pinched her nipples and pulled on them to ensure that they were properly protected and I stroked her breasts from base to nipple, from all directions, to ensure that she wouldn't burn. Unfortunately I finished that part of the job. Still there were other nice things on the way. Her bump took quite a bit of cream, its occupant moving around under my hands. "I think she likes it," Joanne said, looking at the bump in wonder as the baby visibly moved round. "Not nearly as much as I do." "Oh! Do you like rubbing cream into the skin of a naked woman? Is that a popular pass-time among males?" I moved her hand down between my thighs and placed it on my erection. "Oh, you've found that huge club again. I wondered what you'd done with it after you'd tried to drown my baby in man juice." She pulled on it a couple of times then released me. "Come on; I can't wait to do you." She lay back smiling. I knelt beside her hip and poured the cream onto my palm. This I eased over her pubic mound and between her legs. I curled my finger tips upward and had no trouble entering her again. This time I used my other hand to continue spreading the cream over her lower abdomen while I tapped and scratched her G spot. Her chest flushed and she grunted quietly, her legs snapped shut trapping my hand and she grabbed hold of my wrist and tried to force my arm up inside her. Slowly she relaxed from her climax and opened her eyes. She looked around to see if anyone had noticed. I knew of one couple that had, they had been watching us for a little while and she was still masturbating him slowly. Gently, I finished smoothing cream onto her legs then lay beside her. We kissed and she held me for a while. Feeling the sun on my back reminded me that I needed protection too, so I picked up the sun cream. "Oh no you don't," Joanne said, sitting up with a little struggle. "You're not going to spoil my fun. Lay down, boy, and let me play with your naked body." I lay down and she smacked my bum. "That was for thinking that you could deprive me of some fun." Moments later her hands clasped my shoulders and started their tour of my body. Joanne had strong hands, her fingers pressed into my muscles as she moved down my back. "Have you done this before?" I asked her. "No," she replied thoughtfully. "The last boyfriend who I went on holiday with just wanted to do it to me." "What about the sun cream?" I asked. "Oh yeah, he liked putting that on me as well. When he wasn't spreading the cream he just wanted me to spread my legs. I ditched him when we got home." "How come you're so good with the muscles then?" "I was a nurse for ten years. Jeffery made me quit when we married." She reached my bum and dropped a dollop of cream down into the crack. A warm hand followed the cream and I had trouble following what she was saying. "Err ... Pardon, I missed that bit." She sighed, "Men, just a little distraction and..." My brain fused at that point as a finger pressed its way into my arse. All the way in, then out again. Joanne fucked my arse with her finger, I just lay soaking up the incredible sensations she was giving me. " ... don't you?" "Ummm ... Yeah of course." I said trying to sound as though I knew what I was talking about. She smacked my bum. Again. "You haven't heard a word I said, have you?" I looked up at her. "I think my brain has an on / off switch up there and you kept turning it off." She smacked me again. I didn't mind too much as her hand returned between my legs and cupped my balls. "Does this have the same effect?" "Not quite, they have to be sucked into something hot and wet to get that effect." I replied a little breathlessly. She started on my legs which enabled me to calm down a little until she knelt over my calf and I felt the wetness from her vagina running over my leg. As she leaned forward to reach higher, or to get the bottle of cream, which she had placed quite far away for some reason, I felt her vagina rub up and down my leg. I was sure that it was getting wetter. She moved down my leg and ground her pubic bone on my heel. She was masturbating on me! Getting another cum for herself, the little minx. I could hear her panting now. She moved onto my other leg and continued rubbing herself on my calf. Before she had reached my knee I felt her shudder and her legs grip me tightly. A sudden rush of wetness flowed over my leg. Soon though she finished off my leg and smacked my bum again. I'm going to have to take this girl in hand! "Turn over," she said, still a little shakily. She spread the cream over my face and neck, gently but thoroughly. Then she poured the cream over my chest, drawing pictures with the flow. She laughed at what she drew but I couldn't see the picture. I'm quite sure it was something rude. She obliterated her artwork, smearing the cream over me and rubbing it in. She played with my nipples for a while and though they reacted, men's nipples just do not react as much as women's do. She seemed a little disappointed at that. Still her left hand was hovering around something that did react far more than its female equivalent. Joanne looked into my eyes as she finished my lower abdomen, watching my reaction to her, watching my expressions and movements. She poured a generous amount of cream directly onto my cock and balls and cupped the whole lot in both hands. Obviously there soon would be far too much for her to contain in such a restricted space. I looked around to see if there was undue interest in our activities. Joanne shielded us from the main part of the beach, only the young couple who had been watching us for some time could easily see what was happening. And she was lying spooned against his stomach and he had his hand between her legs and was gently masturbating her. She looked as though she was nearly coming too. My cock broke free from Joanne's hands and she wrapped her hand around its shaft. Slowly she worked up and down, stroking me toward my orgasm. Her other hand cupped my balls and squeezed gently. Joanne watched the effect she was having on me, her eyes sparkling and a half smile on her lips. I started panting and it took all of my will power to remain still, I desperately wanted to thrust forward into her fist. Then I came, my sperm shooting up and out in ropy lines up to my neck. Joanne's eyes were wide open in wonder, her mouth an 'O'. She looked at me in surprise. "I have never seen that before, not shooting so high." Absentmindedly she licked some semen off her hand. "I've never tasted this before, Jeffery thinks it's dirty." "Does he taste this?" I asked slipping my hand between her legs. "Don't be silly, Jeffery knows the 'proper' way to make love." "Oh bugger," I said. "I suppose I'll just have to keep trying until I get it right." "Yes I think you could use some more practice," said Joanne, her eyes bright with her lust. ------- Chapter 3 "I want to suck your cock and have you come in my mouth," said Joanne. I managed to keep the car on the road, but it was a close thing. We were returning from visiting a set of prehistoric caves near Sarinyà, about an hour's drive from our camping site. "Can I suck you and have you come in my mouth?" I replied. "Ummm ... I don't know about that, my daughter is getting used to a semen bath whenever things start happening near her home. And I do want to keep her happy." She looked at me quizzically, "Unless your tongue is long enough to tickle her too," she said hopefully. I drove us to Rocacorba, a hill overlooking the coastal plains. Not many people came up here as the first part of the road was quite bad, thought the rest was cared for by the TV Company that operated the TV mast at the top. There were some nice walks at the top of this hill and we would be undisturbed. I laid out a blanket; Joanne looked round and then took her dress off. As I was already kneeling I eased her panties down and gave her a little lick, my tongue just managing to touch her clitoral hood. She gasped and held my head close to her. I licked again. "Let me get down and then do that again," she said. Joanne lay on her side with her knees pulled up, I could get good access to her vulva from the rear this way, a normal 69 would have to wait until after her baby was born. I swiped my tongue from back to front, anus to clit, ploughing a furrow between her outer and inner lips, tasting her nectar and causing her to reach down and try to hold and control me. She lifted her upper-most leg, opening her wet vagina and allowing my fingers and tongue entrance. While my tongue wormed its way into her hot vagina, I pressed one finger against her brown pucker. Joanne was getting vocal now and her cries of passion urged me on. I dipped my finger into her wet pit to pick up her lubrication and then pushed deep into her arse. She went rigid as a climax rushed through her taut body, a shot of woman juice flooded into my mouth. The muscles of her rear tunnel rippled along my finger as her orgasm flowed through her. A tiny hard bud pushed against my lip as her clit came up to join in the fun. I placed my lips over this bud and sucked hard. Her cry almost made me release her, but the death grip on my head, pulling me in and holding me hard against her would have prevented any movement away. Withdrawing my fingers, I pressed forward again, this time two fingers entered her anus. She arched her back, trying to press down on my invading digits. She spoke, though only unintelligible sounds. While I fingered her arse with one hand and tormented her clit with my mouth, I pushed the other hand up and easily slipped three fingers into her sopping cunt. She cried out again and another, weaker flood of girl cum washed over my hand. Finger-fucked front and back, her clit long and hard in my sucking, biting mouth, she had to cry 'enough'. She had been in almost constant orgasm for nearly five minutes and was sweat-soaked and exhausted. Almost as soon as I withdrew from her she went to sleep. I looked down on the bedraggled figure, beads of sweat running down her chest, her hair limp and stringy, her chest moving slightly in time with her breathing. I covered her with the free half of the blanket and sat beside her, a hand on her shoulder, waiting for her to come back to me. "What..." I looked down at her, she looked gorgeous in the fading light. As she sat up the blanket dropped away from her, uncovering her full breasts. She looked up at me. "You should wear a health and safety warning, 'can cause unconsciousness if not used properly!'" "Didn't I get it right this time?" I asked. "No, that's not how Jeffery does it." "Bugger, I thought I was getting close then, especially with you cumming so much." "And I need a shower," she prodded me in the stomach. "You can wash me down." I had to remind her to put her dress back on before she got into the car. She just stuck her tongue out at me and muttered, "Spoil sport." ------- She stood in the shower, warm water streaming down her naked body. I ran my soapy hands over her smooth, soft skin. Her nipples were already engorged and I knew that the wetness between her legs wasn't totally due to the shower water. Just as my fingers were heading down between her legs again she stopped me. "It's my turn. I want to wash you down." She pulled me under the shower and started washing me down. She only gave my penis a quick wash, "I want to see to that bit in bed," she told me. Being washed by a woman who wants to please you as well as get you clean is a great pleasure. When she'd finished I knew I was clean. I lay on the bad and looked up at her. Still naked from the shower, she stood looking down at me, one finger to her lips, frowning and deep in thought. "Are you sure you don't need a permit for that thing?" she asked. Joanne, knelt on the bed and dropped her head, her warm lips touched my cock and pulled it into her hot mouth. She had tied her long hair back so I could see my erection disappearing into her mouth. The sensations shot from my dick throughout my body. She dipped her head down, fucking me with her mouth, then pulled up so just the head was contained and swirled her slippery tongue round and round. While she held my shaft, she didn't pull on me at all. I was being driven up to my climax purely by the sensations her mouth and tongue were giving me. I exulted and suffered through nearly ten minutes before I warned her, "I'M COMING!" She raised her head until she just held the crown captive and sucked gently while her tongue bathed me. I felt as though I blasted my prostrate into her mouth while I seemed to come forever. I lay back panting, and weakly clutched for her. She continued her gentle oral caresses as I deflated. Soon her nose buried itself in my pubic hair as she took all of my flaccid cock into her mouth. When she released me I pulled her down to lie with me. She had a huge grin and looked extremely satisfied. "Did you enjoy that?" she asked me. I was almost unable to speak. "That was fantastic I've never had anything like that before," I replied and pulled her in for a kiss. Our tongues explored each other's mouths and we hugged. It was a very satisfying end to a hectic day. ------- I left my caravan and greeted Joanne as she was walking toward me. "Good morning, Joanne dearest, how are you today?" I asked. I kissed her cheek, just a peck but well enough for a public display of affection. She looked me in the eyes and frowned. "Swampy!" she said. "Swampy?" I replied. "Yep, swampy." She prodded me in the stomach, "And it's all your fault." We started walking to get our papers. "Jeffery never leaves me swampy." She said as though that was the ultimate definition of quality sexual intercourse. "So how does Jeffery make love then?" I asked, anxious to improve my love making. "Well I lie on the bed, lift my nightie up a bit and open my legs. Jeffery kneels on the bed and opens his pajamas a little and pulls his prick out. Her lays on me and thrusts for, oooh nearly three minutes some times. The he comes and he gets off and goes for a shower and I go to the loo and wash myself and then we go back to bed." She looked at me and nodded, "And that's how a man makes love properly. But you," she poked me in the chest, "leave me swampy and dripping and wanting more." We walked in silence for a minute. "I don't think I can remember all of them technical bits, so I'll just keep on ravishing you and performing all sorts of perverted sexual practices on your innocent body." I looked at her, "Sorry, but you'll just have to put up with being sexually abused." "Ah well, I suppose I can force myself." She looked at me, "You're a bit of a keeper after all." We selected and paid for our papers. "You haven't taught me how to swim yet," she said looking at the pool. "We'll have to come back again and you can grope me while you teach me and my daughter how to swim." We saw a familiar car driving slowly along the site road. Janice (SWMBO) and Jeffery were back. They seemed quite happy together, talking, laughing. Joanne turned to me, "You wouldn't leave her, would you?" I saw a tear form in her eye. "I find my ideal man and you're everything that I want in a man," she hesitated, "and because of those things you won't leave her." I walked with her, sad because I'd hurt someone I'd come to love. "I..." "Shut up! You're not going to say the words I want to hear." She clasped my hand and we walked hand in hand to our spouses. As we approached our caravans I saw Janice walk onto our terrace. She didn't bring any cases with her but leaving that sort of thing to me wasn't unusual. I entered the caravan, Janice was running her fingers over the hob looking for something dirty, something wrong. "I'm leaving you," she said with a bluntness that was a surprise from such a normally timid soul. "Jeffery and I have so much in common that we want to get married." She glared at me, "You're not going to be difficult over a divorce are you?" I sat at my 'desk' and pulled out a sheet of paper and a pen. I wrote down her words to me since I came into the caravan. Pulling out my netbook I wrote an agreement; I printed two copies of this and signed each myself. I turned the pages to Janice, "Sign these and you are free. I'll divorce you for irreconcilable differences. I can't divorce for desertion any more or I would do that." Stupidly, Janice just signed the papers, she didn't read them at all. I had been fair, but I wouldn't give her another penny from this moment onward. I picked up my netbook and walked towards the door. "Aren't you going to pack the rest of my things!" she shouted. Standing in the doorway I looked at her. "You've left me remember. I'm not going to do another thing for you. I'll be back in an hour, I expect you to be gone by then." I turned and walked out. I went to the bar which had just opened, and ordered a beer. I sat watching the families in the pool, they were having fun. "Hey Mister, buy a working girl a drink?" I spun round, jumped up and clutched Joanne to me. I cried on her shoulder. She hugged me and stroked my back. I don't know how long we stood there embracing. Finally I pulled back from her, I couldn't see her properly due to the tears. "I'm sorry..." "Shut up," she said a lot more gently than last time. "If you hadn't reacted like that, you wouldn't be the man I love." She pulled my head down and kissed me, a scorching hot kiss that should have been filed under 'justifiable rape'. She pressed against me, looking into my eyes, "Well Mister, gonna buy a girl a beer?" I smacked her bum. She leaned into me and groaned, "When we get back to the caravan, you're going to do that again and I'm going to shag the arse off you." "Oh, OK. If you insist." She slapped my upper arm. I'm going to buy padded shirts from now on. We sat and I bought her a beer. "So have they gone?" I asked. She nodded, "In the Merc." She looked at me with a grin, "I saw your contract with Janice. I added my own for Jeffery. I keep the house, it's mine anyway but I didn't want him trying to get half of the equity." She prodded me in the stomach. I wonder if I need thicker padding on the stomach and arms. "Janice keeps your house," she continued. When I raised my eyebrows she kissed me. I could stand a few decades of that. "Jeffery kept the Merc," she looked away, "I loved that car." She took a drink, I knew this was to try to stop me seeing the tears that came over the loss of her favourite car. "We keep the Fiat. Janice has to pay you thirty percent of your houses value within two years. If she doesn't then all rights revert to you." She looked at me anxiously, "Now what are we going to about money?" "Well," I started, "I'm not rich, I'm an author. I sell regularly and have a steady income from the royalties on a number of books." I pointed to my netbook, "I've been writing one while I've been here." "So you can support me in the manner that I am accustomed to?" she asked. "I don't know what you're accustomed to, I'll support you and your children as well as I can for the rest of my life, or until you decide that you want to leave." She took another drink. "I knew you'd give me a way out." She looked at me, "Will you marry me?" she asked. I kissed her. "Yes the very moment I can," I replied. Her next question was a bit of a surprise. "When do you have to return to the UK." "I'm an author, I can write on that," I pointed to the netbook. "I email my publisher and editors. I don't have to return at all." "Can you take a few days off for some shopping?" she asked tentatively. "With you I'll suffer shopping," I answered. "Well, my caravan's booked until the end of the season so you can move in with me. And tomorrow we can start looking for Mercedes dealers so I can have my Merc again." She frowned at me, "If you want to keep that small thing, you can. But I demand to ride in a Mercedes." She finished her drink. "While you may not be rich, I am, and very rich, and I have standards." So that was me told. I thought for a moment and realised that the two breadwinners in the ex-couples, Joanne and I, had got together as had the two homemakers, Jeffery and Janice. "So what are we going to about my appallingly low standard of love making?" I asked. Joanne sighed, a deep heartfelt sigh. "I'll keep trying to teach you, it might take you years and years to learn, but I'll persevere." She looked at me, "Maybe we'd better go and practice." ------- Janice committed suicide less than six months after we split. Jeffery was knifed and died in a street mugging eighteen months later. He lost his life refusing to hand over a five year old mobile phone to a thirteen year old female mugger. ------- Joanne and I married as widow and widower shortly after Louise's second birthday. We produced two children, Harry and Katie. Katie was the most sensible and pragmatic of them all. She's here with us now, we're back on the Costa Brava. Joanne wanted to return to the place where we met for our fifty fifth anniversary. ------- After word by Katie Harcombe Joanne and Paul, my parents, died within an hour of each other while on holiday in their favourite place in the world. I found this record of their meeting, and my Dad's last notes, while completing their affairs. I think that that hour was the longest that they had been apart since they first met. I dearly hope I find my soul mate as my mother had done. And I can confirm that, much to the embarrassment of us children, my Dad never did get 'it' right. Mum was always screaming in her passion. She didn't moan at him too much though, she just made him practice more. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2009-10-10 Last Modified: 2009-12-14 / 10:26:31 pm ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------