My mind was in a fog as I walked down the sidewalk along Fort Lauderdale Beach BLVD. I could hear my flip flops slapping against my heels as I moved with a hurried pace to my destination. My heart pounded in my chest, both from exertion and nerves. The salt in the air mixed with the scent of Australian Gold tanning oil. For a moment, the smell almost pulled me out of my trance, but then I remembered that I needed to get to the CVS and hurry back to my hotel.
I couldn't afford any distractions. Time was of the essence.
"Focus...focus!" I chided myself.
My lungs burned and my muscles ached. My shins felt like they were having the muscle shredded from the bone from trying to walk at such a brisk pace without actually running. At last, I made it to my first stop.
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My wife Vanessa and I were staying at the Bahia Mar on Fort Lauderdale Beach for Spring Break. Our kids were with their grandparents for the week and we were lucky enough to be able to get away for a long weekend. I loved visiting Fort Lauderdale for work, or as I often called it, Fort Liquordale. Whenever work took me there, I'd come home and regale my wife with stories about dive bars like the Elbo Room.
Vanessa had never been, but was excited to get away and spend some relaxing time on the beach.
"Liqordale isn't really a relax on the beach kinda place," I'd tell her. "It's going to be packed with Spring Breakers and the hotel will be pretty loud until all the kids go hit the bars and clubs."
I called the Spring Breakers kids, but in reality we were only 10 years removed from college ourselves and had just recently reached our 30s. In fact, we were both in better shape than we were in our college days.
I went to the gym about 3 days a week, mostly just so I could drink beer without getting fat. Vanessa, however, really got into crossfit and got absolutely shredded. At only 5'2", she wasn't very imposing with her height, but she definitely intimidated other women and even some men at the gym.
She had long dark hair, an olive complexion, perfect skin, fabulous 32DD breasts, and ever since she had gotten into crossfit, her legs and ass were exquisite. She was definitely a rock hard specimen. Vanessa was fairly conservative, but when she wanted to turn it on, she could have every man and woman's attention.
Me on the other hand, I'm 6 foot and 180 pounds. I have an athletic build, but I enjoy stuffed crust pizza and BBQ more than I want six-pack abs. I wouldn't say I have a "dad-bod," but I'm also not winning any fitness competitions. I tell people that I work out so I can eat cake.
Vacations without the kids were always a treat. Vanessa had several dresses and bathing suits that were reserved for adult trips. I was definitely looking forward to a few days showing her off as arm candy. I also made sure to pack a few of her lingerie sets for her to slip into for any evening activities.
Unfortunately, while I was busy planning where we would be drinking, Vanessa was focused on beach workouts, her diet, and where we could spend a relaxing day on the beach and a quiet night. We weren't exactly expecting the same type of trip, but if it resulted in getting to see her in any of her slutty outfits, I'd leave Fort Lauderdale a happy man regardless of our activities.
Vanessa's mom took the kids the night before, and we headed off to the airport before the sun even rose for a 7am flight. A quick screwdriver at the airport and a vodka soda shortly after takeoff and both of us were passed out shortly after the airplane reached its cruising altitude.
Of course, the sleep was short lived as neither of us ever have any success sleeping on an airplane. We didn't have any more drinks on the flight, but being childless, we both enjoyed diving into a book for a nice quiet hour, myself on my Kindle and Vanessa with her paperback. Before we knew it, we were on our descent into Fort Lauderdale and at the gate by 10am, a whole thirty minutes early.
We grabbed an Uber and were in the lobby of the Bahia Mar by 1030. Our room wasn't ready, so when we checked in, the hostess provided us with 2 extra drink coupons each for the pool bar to go along with the one per day that came with my Diamond Status. Having not had anything to eat yet, we both changed out of our cold weather attire and got into our vacation wear.
I used the men's room and just threw on a pair of shorts, an "extra smedium" t-shirt, and some flip flops. Vanessa walked to the pool to use the changing room. I was lounging in one of the seats in the lobby when she returned. I was not disappointed with what I saw.
She was wearing the tiniest pair of Daisy Duke shorts with the button and zipper undone and the waistband rolled down. You could easily see a hint of her bathing suit bottoms as well as her tanned and toned abs, as well as her dangling belly piercing. Up top, she was wearing a miniscule purple string bikini that barely held her breasts in place. To get away with wearing so little, she wore a white see-through cover up, that only covered her shoulders and back. It was so transparent that I swore it was made of cheesecloth.
I immediately stood, raised my sunglasses, and took her hand as the rest of the patrons in the lobby ogled my wife. I couldn't have been happier.
We walked down the beach hand-in-hand, stopping at the first restaurant that served mimosas and was still serving breakfast. Vanessa enjoyed taking in the salt air and a hearty meal from our beachfront seat. Being that it was already after 11am, I opted for lunch and a beer. We sat for a while after our drinks and chatted about all the things we never had time for living a busy life with 3 kids. It was nice to reconnect on a more personal level about things not related to school, sports, and parent teacher conferences.
After a short tour of the famous beach strip and all my favorite bars, we made it back to the Bahia Mar. Our room still wasn't ready, so the new hostess gave us another pair of drink coupons. We were now sitting on a dozen. Feeling the need to make a dent in our free drinks, we headed to the pool bar.
Vanessa grabbed two loungers by the pool and away from the DJ while I got us some drinks. I ordered two vodka tonics, but the bartender accidentally made two rum punches. I pointed out the mistake only because I didn't want to take someone else's drinks. I would have happily taken the rum punches. A free drink is a free drink, but the bartender insisted I take them and two vodka tonics, on the house. I tipped the man well and brought the drinks back to my wife.
"Getting a fast start?" Vanessa called out.
"He made the wrong drink and insisted I take them anyway. Who am I to turn down free alcohol?" I laughed.
She took one vodka tonic and left the other three for me.
"I'm not in the mood for Rum. Knock yourself out."
I almost took her literally. I downed the three drinks almost as fast as she drank hers. The alcohol immediately went to my head. While she lounged and sunbathed, I jumped in the pool and tossed around a football with a few college kids.
When I finally tired and got out Vanessa continued to tease me.
"Having fun back on Spring Break, babe?"
"You know it"
"Looks like you don't quite have the stamina of those young guys anymore."
Ouch.
I grimaced at her.
"Maybe not in the pool, but I've got stamina where it counts." I laughed.
Vanessa just giggled and turned over.
Shortly after I dried off, my phone rang. It was the hostess letting us know that our room was finally ready. We gathered our things and made our way back to the lobby.
During check-in, we were given the run down about the hotel and once again given drink coupons to go with our breakfast vouchers. God I loved Diamond status.
I led Vanessa to our room. Upon opening it, we realized that we were given a balcony room that overlooked the pool. Vanessa quickly opened the door to the balcony to let the salty, humid air mix with the brisk, air conditioned air inside. When she turned around I was all over her, pulling down her top and exposing her glorious breasts to me once and for all.
I lifted her by her ass and dropped her on the bed. I followed closely behind, cooling off her sun kissed body with my tongue. Licking from navel to neck, I caressed and massaged both of her breasts with my hands.
"You've been waiting to do that all day, haven't you?" Vanessa asked.
"You have no idea." I moaned.
I dove back down, wrestling her out of her shorts and bikini bottoms and then planting my mouth on her sweet, shaved pussy. Her juices intermingled with her tanning oil and her sweat, creating an intoxicating salty and sweet concoction.
I grabbed my wife by her plump buttocks and pulled her toward my face as I tongued her labia in broad flat strokes. Once she was suitably warmed up, I plunged my tongue deep inside her tunnel. Vanessa squirmed and panted in deep breaths as I alternated penetrating her with my tongue and sucking on her exposed clit.
After a few minutes, Vanessa arched her back and gripped the bedsheets with white knuckles as she forced herself back into me with her strong, muscled legs. I allowed her to lock my head in place with her legs and reached up to grab both of her breasts with my hands. Then, like a short fuse, she exploded in an intense orgasm. Despite my head being locked in her vice grip legs, her moans were earth shattering.
She continued on for almost a minute before finally releasing me and allowing me to crawl up next to her. Out the open balcony door I heard a faint clapping.
"I think they liked your performance down at the pool," I smirked as her juices ran down my face.
"Oh my God!" Vanessa blushed as she covered her face. "I can't believe they could hear me."
"You should go take a bow," I teased.
Vanessa looked at me with hungry eyes.
"Not yet."
She rolled over on top of me and rubbed her drenched pussy up and down my fully erect cock. My wife teased me, letting her nipples brush against my face and almost impaling herself on my dick before raising her hips and leaving me arching for more.
"How bad do you want to be inside of me?" She whispered.
I could barely respond.
"I want you to fuck me so bad."
Finally she rewarded my patience and easily slid down my 6 inch cock.
"Oh fuck!" I moaned.
Vanessa bottomed out for a few seconds before launching herself into her pornstar routine. She arched her back, pushed her tits in my face, and rode my cock like it was her only purpose in life.
I didn't stand a chance. My wife was the sexiest thing in the world. Just catching a glimpse of her fucking me in the bedside mirror pushed me past the point of no return.
I grabbed my wife by the hips, pulled her into me and let out three spurts of cum as deep in her as I could manage. Spent, I held our sweaty bodies together until my dick softened and slid out, leaving a slimy trail of cum in its wake.
Vanessa rolled off of me and nuzzled into my neck.
"What happened to all that stamina you had bragged about?"
I laughed.
"Sorry. You were just too sexy. Couldn't help myself."
"I see," she giggled in response.
"Maybe next time you can wear one of the lingerie sets I brought with?" I asked.
"Maybe. We'll see."
After a quick post-coitus nap, we both cleaned up and got dressed for dinner. We went to another place on the beach that served mojitos, Cubans, and had live music.
"Let's just keep it chill and hang out here for the evening," Vanessa pleaded. "I want to get up early and get a workout in on the beach."
"Whatever you desire babe."
She insisted that I did not have to join her, but I wasn't going to pass on watching her get all hot and sweaty at the beach, no matter how early she made me get up in the morning.
We called it an early night and were back in bed by 10pm, but all-in-all, the first day was a great start to the vacation.
The next morning, Vanessa and I woke up around 6am and lounged in bed until our grumbling stomachs drove us to breakfast. During the meal, Vanessa explained the workout that she had planned. Most of it would be plyometrics and bodyweight exercises, but there were a few other exercises she had planned for the beach workout area by the basketball courts, such as dips, pull-ups, and the like.
We made our way to the beach and got set up. I just wore some board shorts and Vanessa was in a pair of tiny, black booty shorts and a pink sports bra. She set up her phone to record her workout while I put our things and our towels on a lounger.
Her plan was actually two workouts. The first was a 45 minute high intensity interval training, or HIIT. We followed her routing, getting absolutely drenched in sweat and covered in sand. Before the 2nd workout, I recommended that we cool off in the ocean for a few minutes before doing the plyo and upper body workout.
We dried off and moved toward the exercise area to start the plyo portion of the next workout. Halfway through, we realized that we left our water back by the beach chairs. I went to grab it as Vanessa continued her workout.
When I returned, I heard my wife talking to one of the guys who was playing basketball on the nearby courts.
"Oh, thank you." She said.
She got back into her workout.
"What was that about?" I asked.
"Oh, that guy just told me that I had really nice legs."
I looked back to the courts to get a better look at the guy. He was a 6'6" black man. He probably weighed about 250 pounds and his muscles and six-pack abs glistened with sweat.
I laughed.
"Yeah, he definitely wants to fuck you."
Vanessa shrugged my comment off.
"He does not. He was complimenting me on my bodybuilding achievements."
I rolled my eyes and shook my head.
"So if I were to go over to that woman..." I pointed to a young 20s woman in a bikini, "and tell her that she had a nice ass, that would just be me complimenting her on her form, right?"
"No, that would be you hitting on her."
"Exactly!" I blurted out. "And that's exactly what he was doing with you."
"NO IT WASN'T." Vanessa protested in anger, emphasizing each word.
"Look babe, I'm not mad. Hell, I don't even care if you flirt back, but yes...he's trying to fuck you."
This completely changed the subject. Vanessa practically admitted that she was being hit on, although she wouldn't say the words.
"So you wouldn't care if I flirted back with him?"
"Not really. He sees that you're here with me."
"And if he's trying to fuck me, do you think he cares that I'm married?" She scoffed at me.
"Not really, I just don't think you have the guts." I challenged back.
Vanessa flipped her hair at me and returned to her pull-ups.
I walked over to the basketball courts and called out to the man.
"Hey man, my wife's to embarrassed to return the compliment, but she loves your upper body."
I caught him off guard, but he came off the court to chat.
"Thanks buddy. Your wife sure is ripped. She's getting after those pull-ups."
We chatted for a few minutes before my wife realized I had not rejoined her. As she turned and spotted me, I waved her over to join us.
"What's going on?" she panted as she regained her breath.
"Well other than admiring your form, we were just talking about workout regimens."
I turned to the man.
"By the way, this is my wife, Vanessa."
He shook her hand.
"Austin...nice to meet you Vanessa. You're really working hard over there. I was just telling your husband what kind of upper body work I like to do."
This broke the ice and got Vanessa and Austin going down the rabbit hole of exercises, supplements, and all kinds of other fitness related topics.
Rudely, we were interrupted from the courts.
"Austin, what the fuck man? Are you gonna play ball or are you trying to get your dick wet? We're starting the next game."
Austin looked slightly embarrassed.
"Sorry about that. I gotta get back to the game."
"Nice meeting you," we called out as we returned to our workout.
Vanessa was unusually quiet as we went through our set of dips.
"I told you," was all I said as she started her reps.
She stayed silent until it was my turn.
"If you were so confident that he wanted to fuck me, then why did you go over and talk to him?"
"Mostly...to prove...that I was right," I said between reps. "And...I was curious...to see...what you would do."
I hopped down from the bars after finishing my set.
"And?" She asked.
"Nothing I didn't expect. But you have to admit, if you weren't married, you'd want to fuck him."
She shrugged.
"Don't be ashamed," I continued. "Hell, I'd be disappointed if you didn't want to fuck him. It's a justifiable reaction."
"Maybe..." Vanessa looked at her feet. "But it's not like it's gonna happen."
"Fair enough. Back to dips?" I motioned for her to take her turn.
We spent the next 30 minutes finishing up our workout. Once done, I went back to our chairs to gather the rest of our things while my wife cleaned up our workout area. As we were leaving the beach, we ran into Austin as he was leaving the basketball courts.
"Nice meeting you two," he called out with a wave.
"Hey!" I called back. "We are gonna grab some drinks at the Bahia Mar pool bar. Care to join us?"
Vanessa elbowed me. "What are you doing?" She whispered under her breath.
"He seems like an alright guy. And hey, I figured you two could chat fitness some more while we get some drinks."
Austin looked at his watch. "Um...yeah I guess. I don't have to be anywhere until late."
All three of us picked up where we left off earlier talking about fitness as we walked over the pedestrian bridge back to the hotel and made our way to the pool level. It was just after noon, so it wasn't too crowded yet, but the DJ had started and the college kids were starting to fill the pool.
I found an unclaimed shaded lounger to take while Vanessa went to grab us a round of drinks with our coupons.
Austin tapped my knee as we sat in separate chairs.
"Hey man, I just want you to know. I didn't know your wife was here with anyone when I started talking to her. Apologies for hitting on her."
"No apology required. You gotta shoot your shot." I said with a nod.
He looked at me quizzically.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean...I'm not the one you have to convince."
He got the hint.
"I recommend getting her liquored up and continuing down your current path. But beware, she has a fine line between lost inhibitions drunk and spending the rest of the night puking in the toilet drunk. Just when you think one more drink will take you to the promised land, you've gone too far. And she doesn't know her limit."
Austin nodded
"Okay bro, thanks." He said as he again tapped my knee.
Vanessa came back with three drinks and let us know that she ordered some appetizers. She sat between us and once again began chatting up Austin about his workouts.
I couldn't believe what I had just done. I had given another man permission to fuck my wife. Of course, what I had told him was 100% true. It was Vanessa he'd have to convince, and I had no idea how that would go. But if one thing held true, she would be more open to the idea with a little liquid courage. We always had the wildest sex after she had somewhere between 3 and 4 drinks. Now the goal was to try to walk that line and see where the afternoon took us.
Fried finger foods soaked up our first drinks as we all chatted. The second seemed to slide down just as easy. Austin got up to grab us our third round.
Vanessa curled her sexy body into me. She was starting to feel the effects of the vodka.
"Where is this going? Why did you invite Austin back here?" She whispered into my ear, a slight tremble in her voice. "He's clearly still hitting on me and you don't seem to care."
"That's completely up to you babe."
She sat up and looked me deep in the eyes.
"Are you serious?"
"Yes...if that is what you want."
She reached out and took my hand.
"I kinda do." Vanessa said with a slight frown and downturned eyes, embarrassed at admitting her desire to fuck another man.
"Then go for it. Why don't you and Austin take your drinks and move to the pool for a bit?"
My wife nibbled on her bottom lip. She was so fucking sexy.
"Okay," was all she said as she leaned in to give me a small kiss on the cheek.
Austin returned with the drinks.
"I want to take a dip...anyone care to join me?" Vanessa asked.
Austin looked at me.
"You two go ahead. I'm gonna work on my tan over here."
Just like that, Austin made his way to the other side of the pool with my wife. They slid into the shallow end and slowly nursed their drinks as they continued in conversation. They had now both revealed their intentions to me, and I had no doubt that Austin would do his best to follow through, but I wasn't convinced that Vanessa would have the guts to go through with it. I didn't want to get her sloppy drunk, but I could tell she could handle a 4th drink.
I let them do their thing as I ever so subtly watched them from my perch across the pool. Slowly, they inched closer and closer together until Austin finally put a hand on my wife's thigh. I got half a hard-on as I watched this man put the moves on my wife. I noticed that their drinks were low, so I stood up and got their attention. I pointed to my empty drink and then to them.
They both nodded in concurrence.
I brought them their 4th round and hoped to God that it wasn't one too many. I don't know what had come over me, but I now wanted my wife to fuck this man so bad.
I returned to my seat and kept as close an eye on them as I could. Slowly but surely, Vanessa began to loosen up. At first she let a leg drift over into Austin's lap. Then she coyly touched his chest. Only a sip into her 4th drink and she was now sitting in his lap as she laid her head back on his chest.
It was hard to see from my point of view, but it looked like Vanessa was biting her bottom lip. I looked more closely and I could see that Austin's right arm was draped around my wife's body and was between her legs.
"Holy shit," I thought to myself. "He's got his hand on her pussy."
This might actually happen, but what did that mean for me. Should I ask to watch or give them their privacy and leave? Part of me wanted to watch my wife fuck him but another part was terrified that I'd never be able to unsee it.
I don't know how long I was lost in my thoughts, but I was pulled out of them when Vanessa tapped me on the shoulder. I looked up to see Austin sitting on the pool's edge, still across the way and Vanessa leaning over to talk to me.
"I'm going to take Austin back to our room...but there's a problem."
"Um...okay." I stuttered. "What problem?"
"He doesn't have any condoms. Could you run down the street and buy some?"
I hadn't even thought about that. I got snipped shortly after our third child, so Vanessa wasn't on any birth control.
"Yeah...yeah I can do that."
"Thanks babe, you're the best," she said with a kiss to my forehead.
I got up to leave.
"Oh, he said to get magnums," my wife continued with a playful wink. "We'll be in the room. I'll try not to start until you get back, but try to be quick. I'm horny as fuck."
My head practically exploded with the thought. I hopped up, grabbed my shirt, key, wallet, and flip flops and headed for the door like the little errand boy that I was, off to fetch my wife's new lover a condom.
I weaved in and out of the crowds, trying to be fast, but also trying not to run. Would she actually wait for me or would I return to find them already fucking. I trusted her to not do anything foolish, but she was liquored up and horny. I guessed that safety wasn't the top of her list of priorities at the moment. I picked up the pace.
I finally got to the CVS and made a beeline toward the condoms. I quickly grabbed the magnums, made my way to the cashier and paid for them. The cute girl gave me a brief smile as she handed me the bag.
"You and me both wish, honey!" Was all I could think.
I calmly exited the store before taking off back the way I came through the throngs of spring breakers lining the sidewalk. The obstacles seemed never ending as I desperately hurried back to the hotel. I began to detect the faint copper taste of blood and as my lungs ached for me to slow. But I could not slow. As I reached the hotel, I looked up towards our room and noticed that the balcony door was open and the curtain billowed in and out with the breeze.
What I didn't hear was moans coming out of the room. Hopefully I got back in time. I ran up the stairs two at a time and sprinted down the hall to my room. When I got to the door, I stopped and did my best to compose myself.
I held the keycard just out of reach from the reader and paused. My heart pounded in my chest and the blood exploded through my temples as I struggled to catch my breath. What would I find on the other side of this door? Was my wife already engaged in adultery? I was terrified of what I would find, but at the same time, I couldn't delay any longer.
I placed the key up to the reader and heard the door click. Slowly, I pressed down on the handle and inch by inch opened the door, worried about how what was on the other side would change my relationship with my wife forever.
As I walked into the room, I was greeted with silence. I guessed that that was a good sign. I walked through the foyer and peeked around the corner. On the bed was Austin, completely naked, but my wife was nowhere to be found.
"She's in the bathroom," said Austin as he nodded his head in that direction.
I started to turn, but I couldn't take my eyes off of him. His dark skin and muscled body almost glistened in the fading light. He propped himself up by the pillows, right arm nonchalantly draped along the headboard. His thick cock laid flaccid across his thigh, waiting for my wife to finish preparing herself. As I finally took my eyes off of Austin and moved towards the bathroom he just gave me a knowing smile, as if he knew all along that this would be the result of the night.
As I entered the bathroom, I was greeted with an intoxicating scent of perfume and the amazing sight of my wife affixing her garter straps to her tan thigh high stockings. I stopped in the doorway and just admired her beauty.
She wore a forest green mesh bustier that was completely see though and struggled to hold her giant breasts in place. It came down to just above her pierced navel. Over her garters, she now pulled up the tiniest green thong. Although there probably wasn't a point to wearing it, because it would likely be removed as quickly as she put it on.
I had brought this outfit for her to wear with me, but here she was eagerly wearing it for another man. At least I got to see her in it.
"Oh good, you're back. I couldn't stall much longer. How do I look?"
I took in all her beauty.
"Very fuckable."
She held up a pair of nude pumps.
"Fuck me heels or no?"
"Do you really even have to ask?"
She slowly bent down and slid the pumps on her delicate feet. This was it. She was ready and there was nothing that would stop her now. Just then, as I was about to move out of her way, I noticed that she was shiny, almost like Austin was in the bed.
"Why are you shining?" I asked.
"Oh that. Austin and I fooled around a little bit while waiting for you. We rubbed each other with some oil. He's got some amazing hands. You're not mad, are you?"
"No, not mad." I admitted.
But now it all made sense.
"Um, so...are you gonna watch?" Vanessa asked sheepishly.
"I don't know. Do you want me to?"
"Well, I talked to Austin, and I'm not really sure how this works, but I asked him if it was okay if you were in the room...for support."
"If that is what you want, then I'll be right there with you."
My stomach dropped, although part of me was thrilled that I'd get to watch.
My wife gave herself one last look in the mirror, adjusted her tits and snapped her garter before turning to me.
"Okay, here I go."
She pulled me in close and wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me deeply for several seconds. When she finally released me, she grabbed the box of condoms out of my hand and stepped out the door. She left me with a full erection.
I didn't immediately leave the bathroom, but I heard her heels click on the floor as she slowly walked towards the bed. As I peeked out, I saw her bend at the waist at the foot of the bed and slowly crawl up towards Austin, one leg at a time.
"Damn girl, you are worth the wait." I heard Austin comment.
I did my best to be invisible as I walked toward the seat on the other side of the room, but it didn't matter. My wife was firmly focused on the naked man in front of her. As for Austin, his eyes never left my wife's body. Vanessa said that she wanted me in the room, but it was like I was no longer there. Invisible me just sat and watched the scene as it unfolded; my own personal porno starring my wife.
Vanessa slowly crawled her way up the bed, putting on a show, not for me this time, but for Austin. She kissed him up his legs as she slithered like a snake towards his waiting python. My wife let her breasts glide along Austin's thighs and continued to leave traces of her lipstick on his hips, abs, and chest.
Slowly she straddled Austin and attacked his neck with her mouth while grabbing his wrists with her hands and pinning them both against the headboard. Of course Austin could have freed himself with ease, but he went along with her playful show of force.
Vanessa pulled her body up off of Austin's and looked beneath her to see his dick starting to stiffen and grow. She looked him back in the eye for the briefest of moments and then plunged her tongue in his mouth, gripping his head with both of her hands as she kissed him. My wife rocked her hips and and pressed herself into Austin's cock, letting a slight moan escape her lips.
Then she pulled away and ran her fingernails down Austin's well defined chest, tracing his tattoos as she inched further and further down towards his washboard abs. Never did her eyes leave his.
"I want to taste you." She said in her sultriest voice.
My wife's head neared this stranger's cock, but still she didn't break her gaze. She lifted her ass in the air as she rose to her knees, but kept her head in Austin's lap. At last, she delicately grabbed the shaft of his semi-rigid dick and held it up straight, just beneath her mouth.
"Wow...it's so heavy," Vanessa commented. "And you're not even hard yet."
She smiled at the thought of how much more Austin would grow. Honestly, her frame was so petite, I couldn't see how she'd take him all, but time would tell.
Austin grunted at the sensation of my wife's delicate touch.
"Oh, yes baby. Let me see you use those beautiful lips on my dick."
He phrased it like a request, but it was clear to everyone in the room that it was a command, and my wife dutifully obeyed.
Her tongue darted in and out, teasing the bulbous head and long, veiny shaft as if she were a serpent searching for her next meal. Vanessa's eyes still locked on Austin's, watching his reaction as she now probed and teased. Austin's length grew in her hands. He was now at least eight inches and was showing no signs of stopping.
Sensing the vulnerability of her meal, Vanessa pursed her lips and kissed the head of this monster cock. Then she did the same to the shaft, all the way down to Austin's massive balls. Her hand maintained a firm grip and massaged a bit of her drool into the underside of his glans.
Then, like a viper, my wife attacked, taking the head and first two inches of Austin's dick into her hungry mouth. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Vanessa was sucking dick like I had never seen before. With me, it was always a chore or a means to an end to get to sex faster. With Austin, she appeared to attack his cock with her mouth as if it were her purpose in life. She was born for this moment.
Now that her prey was firmly locked in her jaws, my wife's eyes moved from Austin's to the meal in front of her. Austin had now grown to a fully hard nine and a half inches. The length was impressive by itself, but holy hell was he thick. It looked like my wife was trying to force a Pringles can into her delicate mouth. I thought that she would have to unhinge her jaw just to get the head all the way in, but somehow she managed.
Austin caressed Vanessa's head with his hand as he let his head fall back in pleasure. With my phone on silent, I quickly snapped a few pictures of my wife in action. Fortunately, neither of them noticed.
As Vanessa got more and more into her epic blowjob, Austin got more aggressive and forceful. Vanessa's mouth was leaking drool like a faucet, and she worked it into Austin's shaft with both hands. Austin kept his hands on my wife's head and thrust his hips, forcing himself deeper and deeper into her throat.
I didn't see how she had even gotten Austin's cock into her mouth, but there was no way he was going to be able to force that monster down her throat. But force it he did, and down her throat it started to go. It was only halfway down and I could already see the outline of his cock in my wife's throat.
Another quick picture.
Then, violently, Vanessa exploded off of him, gasping for air. Spit flew every direction, and drool poured off of her bottom lip, pooling on Austin's stomach.
She again looked him in the eyes.
"I can do it!" She said.
I'd heard that voice before. It was the same tone and inflection she'd have after failing a set of Olympic lifts. I had no doubt that she would have his cock buried in her mouth in seconds.
"I know you can baby. You got this." Austin encouraged her as if he were spotting her in the bench press.
Vanessa grabbed the base of his shaft with both hands and guided the head to the back of her throat. Up and down she bobbed, getting closer and closer to her goal.
Two inches to go.
One inch.
With the determination of a power lifter, my wife pushed down with all her might and buried Austin's mighty cock as far in her mouth as physically possible. Her lips cracked at the corner and she struggled to take his girth, but like the determined and stubborn woman she is, held Austin in place with her nose pressed up against his pelvis.
Another picture for my collection.
To be honest, for a brief moment I felt pride for my wife. She always achieved her goals. Pain followed shortly thereafter, as I watched her continue to service her new lover. His cock now made its way in and out of her mouth easily. He was starting to condition her.
After several more minutes of this, Austin finally pried my wife's mouth off of his dick and positioned her on the bed on all fours.
"Alright baby...you've had your taste. Now I want to taste that sweet ass of yours."
Vanessa presented herself in the perfect pornstar pose, chest to the bed, ass high in the air. Austin slid his thumbs underneath the waistband of her thong and slowly removed it. Over the garters it went, my wife carefully lifting each leg so Austin could remove it completely, but after the first leg, he left the thong dangling around her left ankle.
Then, with the same fervor that Vanessa attacked his cock, Austin attacked her ass. His tongue probed, licked and lubed everything from her slit to her hole.
The sounds that came from my wife were something new. I had never eaten her ass, and anytime I got near it, she'd shoo me away. Austin, however, seemed to put her into another gear entirely. She mewed and squirmed. Austin had to hold her by the hips to be able bury his tongue inside of her. Vanessa played like she was trying to get away, but her moans revealed her true feelings.
Once Austin had my wife sufficiently lubed, he knelt behind her and laid his heavy cock along her ass crack.
For a second, I thought Austin was going to fuck her without a condom, but he was just using her ass as a resting place for his dick as he reached over and tore open the gold package that laid on the bed. He slowly rolled the condom onto his dick and teased my wife with her anticipation.
I had never seen a magnum condom before, nor had I ever felt inadequate, but after seeing the size of this condom and realizing that it would slide off of me with ease, I had a newfound embarrassment. Would Vanessa ever feel me again? Would I feel her once Austin had his way?
The moment of truth had come. Up to now, everything was just fooling around. In the next few seconds, my wife would be fucking another man. A man who was way more endowed than I was. There was no turning back. I couldn't stop the events even if I tried. Neither Austin or my wife had paid me any attention, and now he had the head of his monster cock pressed up against the opening to her vagina.
As Austin leaned forward, Vanessa's left leg began to quiver and shake uncontrollably.
"Holy fuck!" She yelped. "It's too big."
"No, baby it's not. You can take it. Just relax."
Austin caressed my wife's back as he again attempted to penetrate her tight hole. The shaking returned.
"Oh my God, oh my God, OH MY GOD!"
My wife was almost convulsing at this point.
"Oh shit." She moaned. "You're gonna make me cum just from putting it in."
She was almost laughing. I could only imagine the combination of pleasure and pain she was experiencing, but she wasn't lying. She was going to cum.
It didn't take long at all. Austin had barely gotten the head of his cock inside my wife when she gripped the bedsheets and let out a deep, guttural moan. Her whole body shook and she gushed all over Austin's dick and legs.
Vanessa would often get very wet during sex, but she had never cum like this. She sprayed her cum everywhere, as Austin did his best to hold his dick in place and let her ride out her orgasm.
"Fuck, fuck. Oh shit. Yes...Holy shit!" The profanities flew from my wife as fast as the juices from her pussy.
I thought her orgasm would never end, but finally, after what felt like minutes, she recovered, but what happened next completely caught me off guard. The orgasm must have flipped a switch in my wife, because she became more aggressive than I have ever seen.
"Fuck me Austin!" She yelled. "Stuff me with that huge cock."
My jaw dropped. I guess that's the reaction you get from my wife when your dick makes her squirt all over the bed.
Austin wasted no time in obliging my wife's demands. He tightened his grip on her hips and pressed himself deeper into her dripping wet pussy. Vanessa's moans continued where she had left off.
I could only stare in disbelief as I watched my wife's vagina swallow Austin's thick, black cock inch by inch. He would bury himself to the hilt, hold it in place for a few seconds while Vanessa moaned and squirmed, and then pull out to the head. I was transfixed. I wanted to take more pictures, but I couldn't take my eyes away, even for a second.
"Oh yes...yes baby. Right there." Vanessa cried out in pleasure.
Austin rewarded her moans by picking up the pace, which she in-turn took as a cue to get louder and more demanding. Their pace increased until the room was filled with the sounds of grunts mixed with the slap of Austin's thighs slamming into Vanessa's ass.
There was a second slapping sound that occurred shortly after each of his thrusts, but I couldn't quite place it. Then it hit me. Austin's heavy balls were slamming into my wife's clitoris so hard, that it sounded like an audience clapping. No wonder she was moaning so loud.
The scent of sweat and sex filled the air and mixed with the musty smell of the Florida hotel room. They had been going at it for at least 15 minutes. How had Austin not cum yet? Vanessa, however had cum at least once more, and was on the verge of another earth shattering orgasm.
When my wife came for the third time, Austin pulled out and rolled her over onto her back. He ripped her breasts from her mesh bustier, grabbed ahold of her tits with his large hands, and thrust his cock back into her wanting pussy.
Austin knelt on his knees and wrapped Vanessa's legs around his waist as he supported her back with his hands. She thrashed her hips and her back arched farther than I had ever seen her before. Sweat poured down her chest, but she was relentless. She was determined to make this man cum, but still Austin continued to pound away on my wife with no end in sight.
After another 15 minutes in this position and another orgasm from Vanessa, it appeared as though Austin might be close. He pushed her down to the bed, put his full weight on top of her small frame, and began jackhammering her pussy with full strokes.
With a loud grunt, Austin finally came.
"Ahhhhhh! Fuuuuuuuck!" He yelled as his balls spasmed over and over inside my wife.
Vanessa wrapped her stockinged legs around his back and dug her heels into Austin's ass and her nails into his back. She whispered into his ear as he buried his head in the crook of her neck.
"Yes baby. Gimme all your cum. Cum in me. Cum in my pussy, Austin."
As best I could tell Austin still had the condom on. I hoped like hell that he did, because there was no way Vanessa wouldn't get pregnant with a cumshot like that.
After countless spasms and grunts, Austin had finally drained his balls. He laid on my wife as he caught his breath. Finally, he pulled out and rolled over to lay on his back. Vanessa rolled into him and showered him with kisses as she played with his cock and the now full condom.
It looked as if a cum filled water balloon was attached to the end of Austin's dick. I couldn't believe how much of a load he had. All I could do was thank God that the condom held.
Austin's cock began to soften, but he was still so engorged that the magnum wasn't even budging. As painful as it was to watch, I was happy for Vanessa. She got the fucking of a lifetime. She and her lover continued to kiss as I admired the sight of their spent bodies.
Vanessa gripped Austin's cock and began to slide off the condom. Some cum leaked out, but most of it stayed put. She held up the rubber and gasped.
"Holy shit dude. That's quite the load."
"Thanks babe," Austin offered with a kiss to her neck.
Vanessa looked at him.
"Do you think you could go again?"
"Of course baby. For you I could go all night."
My eyes bugged out. What did she mean, go again? She had cum four times and he just deposited the equivalent of what looked like a 6-pack inside of her. I thought they'd fuck, enjoy some post-coital cuddling and then maybe I'd get a blow job once Austin left. My wife was clearly set on getting even more.
Without any hesitation, her head was back down at his dick, licking him clean. I always thought she had hated the taste of cum. Yet another surprise from my wife.
Before long, Austin was fully erect again and ready to fuck. Vanessa tore off her bustier and kicked off her heels. They landed on the floor with a thud.
My wife grabbed another condom and this time rolled it onto Austin's dick herself. She pushed him back into the pillows, climbed up on top of him, and pointed the head of his dick at the opening of her vagina. Slowly, she lowered herself onto his monster and began to ride him while getting two good grips of his chest.
I couldn't stand to watch anymore. She obviously didn't need my support, and my stomach was getting queasy from watching her cum over and over. I stood and walked to the balcony and went to sit outside. I left the door open so I'd know when they were finally finished.
The fucking continued for what felt like an eternity. Moans of pleasure from my wife filled the night air, eliciting more applause from the pool area. Some of the college kids gave me a thumbs up, thinking that it was me doing the work and coming out for a rest between sessions. I sat in the chair and tried to shrink as small as possible so no one saw me.
Occasionally I would take a glance back inside and see the silhouette of my wife fucking her new lover in a new position.
Reverse cowgirl.
Amazon.
Standing.
How long could they fuck? My dick hurt just thinking about it.
Finally, after another hour or so, well after the sun had gone down, the sounds from the room stopped. I gave them another 10 minutes before I finally got up and went back inside.
The pungent smell of sweat, cum, and other bodily fluids hit me like a bag of bricks. The room itself looked like the Tasmanian Devil had come through. Pillows and sheets were thrown everywhere. Used condoms littered the bed and leaked their contents into the sheets. Gold wrappers littered the floor, mixed with my wife's green lingerie and stockings.
My naked wife lay on the bed, sleeping intertwined with Austin. Her arm was draped on his chest and her leg was wrapped around his. She clung to him as if she were never going to let him go.
I obviously wasn't going to sleep here tonight. I was starving and I needed some alcohol, and a lot of it. I left the hotel and made my way back down the beach to the Elbo Room.
"Vodka tonic," I said. "Make it a double...and keep 'em coming."
I drank until I couldn't feel anymore. I lost track of time, but by time I was told that I had had enough, it was after 1am. I had no idea where the evening went or how much I had drank, but it was a challenge walking back to the hotel. As I walked up the walkway, it appeared that the balcony door of our room was closed. I had left it open when I sped out earlier in the night. I hoped that that was a good sign. I needed to get into bed and sleep the vodka off.
I stumbled up the stairs and somehow made it back to my room. It was again quiet inside. Only a few hours ago, I was in the same position hoping I had gotten back in time to watch my wife fuck another man. Now I was hoping that he was finally gone.
Quietly I opened the door and slid inside. The room was dark. There was a figure sleeping in the bed, but I couldn't tell if it was two. I really didn't want to sleep on the plastic chair on the balcony.
As I made my way to the bed, I saw that it was Vanessa and only Vanessa. I kicked off my shoes and crawled in next to her fully clothed.
She rolled over and kissed me on the cheek.
"Hey babe, welcome back. Why did you leave?"
"Needed food...and booze."
"Ahh," was all she had to say.
"When did Austin leave?"
"About 30 minutes ago."
Jesus Christ. How many times did they fuck.
"Did you have fun?" I asked, full well knowing the answer.
"I really did...thank you." Vanessa said with a sign.
"What is it?"
"Well, Austin said he was off tomorrow. He asked if I wanted to see him again. I kinda do."
My stomach dropped. I didn't know what to say.
"He wanted to know if I wanted to meet some of his friends for a workout at the beach and then come back here."
"What did you say?"
"I told him that its up to you, but I really want to. What do you think?"
I let out a deep breath. I just wanted to go to sleep.
"Just another night in Fort Liquordale, I guess. Go crazy babe."
Vanessa eagerly kissed me on the lips.
"Thanks honey. You're the best."