Vacation doesn’t Count porn stories

Last year, I was recruited by a large international company based in London. The package
that they offered me was too good to turn down, and one of the most pleasant perquisites
was a working tour of the resorts it owned and managed. My wife, Sondra, was thrilled at the
prospect and we lined up her parents to watch the kids for the five week trip.
Sondra and I have been married for fourteen years, and have three kids, Jessica (12), Todd
(9), and Mike (6). We are both 34 and fight the battle against aging, with Sondra winning in
spectacular fashion. At 5'4" Sondra carries a hard, firm body with beautiful legs, a tight ass,
slim waist and absolutely marvelous, large, high, round breasts on a perfect 108 pound
frame. Always the perfect "lady," bordering on "prim and proper," I was looking forward to
seeing her in the tiny bikinis and revealing one-piece bathing suits she had purchased for our
trip. I had especially enjoyed closely examining the results of her major "bikini-wax"
treatment, that left only a short, narrow "Mohawk" of auburn hair around her pink pussylips.
The first leg of our tour took us to the Caribbean for stops on several islands. Our first
accommodation was in a beautiful beach cottage, with all the luxuries one could ask for. My
duties were light, consisting of being introduced to the management staff and attending a few
business meetings, and Sondra spent her free time sunning and shopping.
On the third day, I returned to the cottage to find Sondra putting on quite an erotic show for
four college guys, 18 or 19 years old, who were on Spring Break and staying at the cottage
next to ours. I had entered the house from the front (which was the second story in the back)
and, as I walked out on to the deck, the sight before me froze me in my tracks. To my utter
surprise and disbelief, my normally prudish wife was lying on the chaise lounge, sunbathing
in the nude. Even more erotic, was the fact that from my high vantage point, I could see four
boys avidly staring through the separating fence at my wife's lush charms. What I didn't
know, but soon found out, was that Sondra was aware of her audience. I faded back out of
obvious sight to watch.
Soon, Sondra sat up in the chaise, facing the boys, and began to smooth suntan lotion on
her naked body. She glistened in the sun from the oil, and I watched her slowly rub the stuff
all over her large breasts and hard nipples, down over her flat stomach and on to and
between her thighs. Over the next hour, Sondra turned several times, making sure her
audience saw all of her, and once more rubbed her chest with the lucky oil.
My cock had been rock hard for the hour, and now I started to lightly caress it. I think it was
only peer pressure keeping the boys from doing the same. Finally, Sondra stood and
stretched, and then turned her back to the boys and bent at the waist to pick up her towel,
giving them the perfect shot of her pussy and anus. She walked over to the outside shower
and began the most sensuous shower imaginable, lathering up her magnificent body and
caressing her nipples and cunt. As she dried herself, I zipped up in time to meet her as she
entered the cottage. She was surprised to see me home and immediately looked guilty. I
took her into my arms and told her I had enjoyed her performance on the patio. She blushed
and looked down. The lump was obvious in my pants.
"Justin, will you please fuck me? Right now?" We fucked there, on the floor, with Sondra
getting lost in her intense orgasm, and me blowing the biggest wad of cum I had ever shot
into her hot, wet cunt.
Afterwards, both of us soaking in the hottub, Sondra apologized for exposing herself to the
boys and told me how ashamed she was. I asked her if she was really ashamed, or just
embarrassed because I had caught her. She coyly admitted that the latter was true and went
on to admit that, other than actually making love with me, she had never been more sexually
excited in her life. I told her the sight of her naked and fondling herself in front of other men
had made me as hot as I had ever been, and I enjoyed watching her finally beginning to let
go of her strong inhibitions. And then I said the crucial words that changed our marriage,
"Besides, Dear, we're on vacation, and what happens on vacation doesn't count when you
get back to the real world."
That night, after dinner, Sondra and I were cruising the main shopping and nightclub strip
and went into a beer joint advertising a wet T-shirt contest to draw in all the college guys on
break. The place was packed and too loud to talk, and the emcee was working the crowd,
trying to get the girls up on stage and into t-shirts. When he spotted Sondra, all cleavage in
her halter-top, he brought the spotlight on her and began coercing her to join in the festivities
and "show the boys what a real woman looked like." The crowd was behind him one
hundred percent, and it was obvious he wasn't going to take "no" for an answer. Sondra
looked across the table at me and I could see the excitement sparkling in her beautiful green
eyes and I nodded.
Sondra and nine college coeds disappeared into the back and reappeared wearing thin,
white, cotton t-shirts. Their nipples were easily visible through the thin material. They
paraded across the tiny stage and Sondra looked spectacular in the t-shirt, short denim skirt
and high heels, holding her own against the younger girls.
Finally, to the roaring approval of the crowd, the wetting began and the women might as well
have been naked from the waist up. There were good bodies, and then there were great
bodies, and the contest was obviously between Sondra and two other girls. I watched the
mother of my children strutting up and down the bar, jiggling her breasts at the crowd,
showing them off in the now-transparent shirt.
To my surprise, one and then more of the girls stripped off their wet shirts and bounced their
naked tits in the faces of their appreciative audience. Not to be outdone, Sondra ripped the
wet cotton off her chest and proudly displayed her wonderful breasts to the young crowd.
Unfortunately, Sondra lost out to a coed with even bigger tits and a better tan. As the winner
was being crowned, the guys helped the women down from the bar and there were a lot of
free feels going on. The band started up again, and I watched in amazement as my wife
joined a few of the other girls and danced topless among the throng of horny guys! Being the
"old lady" of the crowd certainly didn't affect her popularity as I watched the men jostle each
other to get next to her.
She disappeared into the gyrating crowd and after about an hour, reappeared at my table.
She was still naked from the waist up, out of breath, and the finger marks on her breasts
were obvious. She was smiling a huge grin. "Justin, you have to get me out of here, Now!
Because I want to fuck and pretty soon, it won't matter to me with whom!"
I took off my outer shirt and she casually put her arms in it, but didn't button it. We then
headed out the door and back to our cottage. We had gone only a few feet down the street
when Sondra stopped and looked into my eyes. "I'll never make it back home. Follow me!"
We stepped into a dark alley between two buildings. Sondra bent over to lean on a trashcan
and hiked her tight skirt up over her hips. Her white panties looked like they were glowing in
the dark. I opened my zipper and pulled out my hard cock. I was more than ready to fuck
this hot piece of ass before me. "Now, Justin! Fuck me! Either rip my panties off or fuck me
right through them! I need a cock inside me, now!"
Turned on by the spontaneity and raw sexuality of the moment, I roughly clawed my fingers
into the soft material and ripped them open for my attack. Sondra moaned, and then
moaned again, as I buried my prick up to my balls into her hot cunt on the first stroke. The
act was no more than rutting - two hot creatures throwing themselves at and into each other
because they couldn't take another breath until their mating was done.
When I came, it was an explosion. I could feel my cum squirt out of my cock in long,
powerful spurts. My knees weakened, my breathing was ragged, my fingers and toes were
cramping into tight curls.

Sondra stood up and looked at me. She ripped off the remaining strands of her panties and
wiped my cock clean. She smiled as she reached her hand under her skirt and brought her
wet fingers to her mouth. She tasted our juices. "That wasn't bad, stranger. Are you in town
long?"
The next morning, after I returned from my meeting, Sondra told me to go up into the loft
because she was going to test me to see if I meant what I said about vacations the day
before.
She then called the boys in the nextdoor cottage and asked if one of them could bring over
the room service menu, as she had lost ours. When the doorbell rang, she slipped on her
short, white satin robe, through which her hard nipples were clearly visible.
To Sondra's obvious surprise, three boys stood at the door when she opened it. She invited
the three clean-cut, handsome boys in and thanked them for the menu. One of the boys
remarked about it being a great idea to have a hottub in the livingroom, and that their cottage
didn't have one at all.
Sondra smiled and invited the boys to use the Jacuzzi with her. The boys thanked her and
said that they would be right back in their trunks, but Sondra opened the sash of her robe
and let it fall to the floor, saying that the hottub was made to be enjoyed naked.
The boys quickly fumbled out of their clothes, keeping their eyes locked on Sondra's naked
body as she slipped into the swirling water. When all four were in the water, Sondra asked if
any of them would like their back rubbed. In brash reply, the most brazen of the three boys
reached over and filled his hands with my wife's round tits. Sondra immediately filled her
hand with the nearest hard cock, and the guy with his hands all over her tits stood up, with
his erection only inches from Sondra's lips. My normally inhibited wife sucked the young
guy's cock into her mouth, until her nose nestled in his wet pubic hair.
As she sucked, she jerked on one of the kids' cocks, and the third had his mouth attached to
one of her tits. The kid in her mouth started humping her face and Sondra ignored the other
two as she coaxed his hot spunk out of his cock with her mouth and hands, swallowing every
drop. One after the other, I watched my wife suck off all three of the boys, until she had
drained each of them of their cum, without spilling a drop, and then she stood and
announced that it was her turn.
All four of them splashed out of the tub and laid on the cushions. One of the boys buried his
face between Sondra's invitingly spread legs and she moaned with pleasure as his tongue
began its exploration of her clit and cunt. Each of the other two kids began fondling and
sucking her breasts and nipples, loudly slurping my wife's wet flesh into their hungry mouths.
All too soon, Sondra began her long-awaited orgasm in almost violent fashion. Her body
humped and writhed but the boys held on to her with their mouths and Sondra went crashing
from one orgasm to another. Finally, when she could catch her breath and speak, she
thanked the boys for the fun and warned them to leave, "before my husband comes home!"
As soon as the front door closed, I was downstairs and standing over my wife with my raging
erection in my hand. Sondra begged me to fuck her, to fill her aching pussy with my cock,
and I was only too happy to comply.
I rammed into her with all my strength and we fucked with animal ferocity until our bodies,
slick with sweat, shuddered and clasped together in orgasm. We fucked again before falling
asleep for the afternoon.
Chapter Two - The Hotel
The next day, we caught a short island-hopping flight to our next port-of-call. It was the
opposite of our little cottage. This time, we were staying at a very posh, high-rise resort
hotel.
After checking out the view from our room, which overlooked the huge pool, Sondra
unpacked, stripped and donned only her bikini bottoms and went out onto the balcony. She
stretched, letting the sun warm her skin, and I'm sure more than a few people at the pool had
an opportunity to observe that she has a magnificent set of tits. I stepped out on to the
balcony with her, just as the man from the next suite did. He introduced himself to us and
offered us a beer. His name was Brian and when he returned he couldn't take his eyes off
Sondra's chest as we talked. After a few minutes, Brian's wife, Janet, joined us on the
balcony.
She was wearing a conservative one-piece bathing suit and her mouth literally fell open
when she saw Sondra. She regained her composure and emphatically informed us that, as
far as she knew, it wasn't a topless resort.
Each couple sat at their own table on the balcony, separated only by a low, thin railing, and
continued talking. As Brian and Janet watched, Sondra began to apply her suntan lotion.
She squeezed it onto her hands and rubbed it on her arms, legs, stomach, and finally on her
breasts. She was watching the expressions on the faces of our new neighbors, as she
applied it to her bare tits and ran her oily fingers over her nipples until they were hard and
sticking straight out. Janet pulled Brian out of his chair and said they had to get ready for
lunch. We waved good-bye and Brian smiled and said he hoped he'd see us again, soon;
but we didn't see him or Janet again. We think they either left or had their room changed.
Coming in from the balcony, Sondra asked me if the scene had excited me. I answered her
by pulling her down onto the bed and making love.
Both at the pool and on the beach, no one was topless, so over the next few days, Sondra
learned how to wear her suits to her best advantage.
She would tie it very loosely so in the surf or when she dove into the pool it would
occasionally, "accidentally" fall off. When she was sunning herself, she would take it off
completely as she laid on her stomach, but would often prop herself up on her elbows.
Sondra went to the pool area alone while I enjoyed watching from the balcony. She became
quite popular and every time she arrived on the scene, she drew a crowd of lookers.
Finally, on the morning of our last full day on that island, as she lay topless on a towel not far
from the balcony, a man sat down next to her, hoping for a better view. Sondra started trying
to put some oil on her back when the guy asked if he could help her. Sondra raised herself
up on her elbows, letting the sides of her breast become exposed, and then handed him her
oil. He started on her back and legs and then proceeded to her shoulders and sides. I could
see his hands brushing the sides of my wife's hanging tits, and she didn't flinch. Instead,
Sondra raised up even more and leaned on her left side, placing her right hand behind her.
In that pose, she was giving him (and me) a perfect, up-close view of her naked breasts.
Sondra smiled up at the stranger, "I think you missed a spot or two." She stayed in that
position as he blatantly stared and continued to oil her shoulder. She looked down at her
chest and asked him to put some oil in his hand. He did, and Sondra cupped his hand on
her breast, smearing the oil into her skin.
He then took her nipple between his finger and thumb and squeezed it. I could hear Sondra
gasp, and then she smiled at him and rolled over onto her back, exposing both breasts. In a
second, the guy was feeling her slippery tits with both hands. I could tell Sondra was getting
really excited, but other people began arriving in the area and Sondra turned back onto her
stomach.
I decided to join them. Sondra introduced me to Bill. He was about 45, still well-built,
graying and ruggedly handsome, a corporate bigwig and on vacation with his wife, who was
on a shopping excursion for the day.
All three of us sat around talking the morning away as Sondra repeatedly, teasingly exposed
herself. Around noon, I invited Bill to join us in our suite for lunch. Sondra was all for the
idea, and off we went. Once in the suite, Sondra said she wanted to shower off some of the
suntan lotion while I made drinks and ordered roomservice. After the food arrived, Sondra
rejoined us, combing her wet hair and wearing only a short towel wrapped around her waist.
Both Bill and I commented on how lovely she looked and on the nice, even tan she was
getting. Bill didn't act embarrassed or surprised at seeing Sondra topless, so who was I to
make a fuss over it?
During lunch, neither Bill nor I could take our eyes of my wife's luscious tits. Once, when I
stood to make us more drinks, I could not resist bending down in front of Sondra and sucking
one of her delicious nipples into my mouth, right in front of our new friend! Bill laughed and
said that must be dessert. Sondra just smiled a big grin and said, "Maybe."
We were out of ice, so I told the two of them that I would be right back. I left the door slightly
ajar, so I could sneak a look before reentering.
When I returned with the ice, I peeked in to see Bill bent over Sondra and sucking on a
nipple, exactly as I had done a few minutes before. Sondra was feeling his cock beneath his
swimtrunks with her right hand as her left hand cupped her breast for his hungry mouth. Bill
reached down and dropped his trunks, exposing his large erection. He held it in front of him,
eye-level with Sondra. Sondra grabbed it with her left hand and stroked it, and then lightly
touched it with her tongue.
She wet her lips and then slid the head of his cock into her mouth. She kept stroking the
length of it with her hand, guiding as much of it as she could into her slurping mouth, while at the same time, playing with his balls with her other hand. Bill put his hands on each side of
her head and pulled her back and forth on his prick, fucking her mouth.
Sondra started to speed up and I could tell Bill was getting ready to shoot his load. Sondra
grabbed his cock in both of her hands and squeezed as he erupted into her mouth. She
continued sucking as his flood of cum dripped down her chin and on to her tits. He let her
continue until his cock was limp, and then he pulled his trunks up and kissed her on the
mouth.
I then made some noise as I re-entered the room, telling them I had to go up three floors to
find the ice. Bill stepped over to the bar to make a drink, and as he did, I bent down to kiss
Sondra and lifted a drop of Bill's cum from her tit on my finger. Sondra smiled and sucked
my sticky finger into her mouth.
The afternoon progressed and the drinking continued and the flirting became more obvious.
I dug out the camera and said I wanted to get a picture of Sondra and Bill. Sondra
immediately sat on Bill's lap, letting her towel fall to the floor as she did. After a couple of
poses, things started to really loosen up and I continued taking pictures as Bill's hands
covered Sondra's breasts, and Sondra cupped her tits up to Bill's mouth, until, finally, Sondra
said she wanted everyone naked for some "porno" shots.
As Sondra was sucking my cock for one picture, I couldn't hold back any longer, and Bill
snapped off a couple as I filled my wife's mouth with my hot cum. Right after that, Bill
mounted Sondra doggie-style and I snapped away as he plowed away in my wife's pussy.
The three of us took pictures in every imaginable position until we were out of film and the
suite was strewn with the polaroids.
Bill called his wife, telling her he found an all-night poker game, and by the time we had
finished roomservice dinner, we were exhausted and fell asleep. I woke up at 1:00 a.m. to
the sounds of moaning and groaning, and found Bill and Sondra fucking their brains out next
to me in the bed.
I waited until they were through and then took my turn for sloppy seconds in my wife's cunt.
Sondra and I were still in bed the next morning while Bill showered and dressed to leave.
When he was ready, Sondra called him over to the bed for a good-bye kiss, and then had
him stand at the side of the bed as she leaned over me and gave him a good-bye blow-job,
too!
As I showered, I thought about the amazing events of the last few days. Sondra had been a
virgin when we had married, and though one spouse can never know all there is to know
about the other, I would swear that Sondra had never been unfaithful to me. Now, after just
a few days away, I had shared her with the college boys, a whole bar full of kids and, finally,
another man. I did feel little pangs of jealousy - at the other men, but even more at Sondra's
totally wanton and uninhibited behavior - but, even stronger were my feelings of excitement
and arousal. I had never felt more alive and sexually stimulated than the last few days, and I
was anxious to see what else could happen over the next two weeks.
I emerged from the shower with an iron-hard erection. I walked into the bedroom and, as if
on cue, Sondra bent over the luggage as she packed them and wiggled her ass at me in a
most lascivious manner. Another pair of panties was ripped and torn open in my assault.
Chapter Three - The Driver
We stepped off the plane in Jamaica and the company rep was waiting with our car.
Because of work and social obligations with the large company staff in Jamaica, Sondra and
I had little time to misbehave.
Finally, we were finished, and at our host's suggestion, we asked the chauffeur, Samuel, to
come up to our room to arrange an island tour the next day (our last full day on the island).
Samuel was a good-looking man, older than us, very black, with a trace of gray at his
temples, and that wonderful island accent. Sondra and I had been drinking since lunch, and
I offered Samuel one, which he accepted.
After talking about the different island sights and routes we could take, Samuel asked to use
the bathroom. Sondra smiled at me and said, "Did you see the huge lump in Samuel's
pants?" I smiled back, "And I guess you plan to investigate further?" Just then, Samuel
returned and sat down. We talked a little more, and then I said I was tired and would seeSamuel in the morning. Sondra and Samuel talked smalltalk for a while, as I laid in bed and
listened through the partially open door.
Finally, I heard Sondra ask, "Do many women come to the island for more than a vacation?"
"Like what, Missus?" "You know, like for excitement. Maybe something they couldn't get or
do at home." "Well, I'll be very frank, Missus. An awful lot of white women come down here
to get laid by the natives." Sondra laughed. "Why, Samuel? Is the myth about size true?"
"I can't talk for all, Missus, but for me, it is no myth." By this time, I was out of the bed,
peering into the room from behind the door. "Can I see for myself, Samuel?" Sondra asked.
Samuel stood and dropped his slacks. He wasn't wearing anything under them and a large,
black dick hung between his legs.
"You want to touch it, Missus?" Sondra nodded and reached out with both hands. Both
Sondra and I watched as Samuel's cock grew and hardened in her hands. Sondra leaned
forward and sucked the head into her mouth. "Oh, you good, Missus. Maybe you want to
feel it inside your pussy?" Sondra looked up at Samuel, "I think it's too big! I don't think I
can." "You can Missus. Let me try. I won't hurt you. You'll like it, you'll see."
Sondra stood and stripped off her clothes and laid back on the sofa, placing one foot over the
back, and the other far out on the floor. Both Samuel and I had a perfect view of her pink,
wet pussy. Then Samuel positioned himself at her cunt and began pushing his erection into
my wife. "My god! You're so big! I can feel your thickness already, Samuel." I watched as
she took him inside her pussy a little at a time. When it was all the way in, Samuel looked
down at her, "You got it all, now, Lady. I told you." "Oh, it feels so good! Now fuck me with
that thing! Fuck me hard, Samuel!"
Sondra rolled her head side to side as Samuel began to really fuck her, shoving it in all the
way and pulling it almost all the way out. She was moaning and groaning in pleasure, and I
wondered if she was actually going to pass out. She wrapped her legs and arms around him
as they fucked themselves into a frenzy. I could hear his balls slap against my wife on every
stroke, and the contrast of her white skin against his black made me shoot a load of cum
against the door, without touching myself.
Samuel let out a groan and began to come. He shoved his cock in as deeply as it would go.
Sondra closed her eyes and told him to fill her cunt with his hot cum. Samuel came for a
long time, and when he did pull his cock out of my wife's pussy, I could see his cum leaking
out of it, dripping onto the sofa. "That was wonderful, Samuel."
"Yes, Missus, for me, too. But, I best go, now. I will be here tomorrow morning for your tour.
I thank you very much for this, Missus." Sondra stayed on the sofa as Samuel dressed and
let himself out. I ripped open the door and stood over her. "Hi, Darling. I'm all pooped out,
but if you want some, help yourself."
It was all the invitation I needed. I knelt between Sondra's legs, seeing Samuel's gooey cum
covering her red pussylips, dripping down the crack of her ass and spotting the sofa. I buried
my cock up to my balls in one sudden, swift thrust. Sondra grunted from my force, but she
laid still as I pounded into her, adding my cum to the sticky mess already between her spread
legs. When I was done, we kissed and helped each other into bed, not hearing another thing
until the alarm went off the next morning.
The next morning, Sondra wore a white strapless sundress with nothing on under it. Samuel
acted as though nothing had happened as he helped us into the car and began the tour. As
we took in the sights, I noticed Sondra and Samuel playing eye games in the mirror. I could
see Sondra's hard nipples through her dress, and I was sure she was ready for a repeat
performance of last night.
After lunch, I pretended to fall asleep in the back seat of the car. At one stop, Sondra got
back into the car in the front seat with Samuel, and I could tell her hands immediately went to
work on his tool. Soon, her head disappeared below the seat and I could hear her moaning
and slurping. Then, the car stopped and the doors opened and closed. Chancing a look, I
saw Samuel spreading a blanket in a small grassy area. He then laid down on his back and
his already hard cock stood straight up. It really was a size!
Sondra lifted her dress and straddled Samuel's hips and slowly lowered her cunt down on to
his prick, moaning and grunting the whole time. Samuel pulled her dress down off her titsand began pulling on her nipples as she humped his cock. She was soon screaming in one
orgasm after another and collapsed on Samuel.
Sondra soon regained her composure and continued fucking Samuel until he came, pumping
his cum until I could see it running our of my wife's cunt and down his dick.
After a few minutes, they reassembled themselves, Sondra got back into the back seat and
we returned to the hotel. I tipped Samuel lavishly when he dropped us off at the airport the
next morning.
Continued in Chapter Four, "The Island Slut"