Vacation Doesn’t Count – Chapter 1

Vacation Doesn't Count
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Chapter One
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, which left only a short, narrow “Mohawk” of auburn hair around her pink pussy lips.

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.

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File Size: 166 KB
Print Length: 36 pages
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Language: English

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Vacation Doesn't Count