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Anna had slipped away from the main resort and was enjoying what she thought was a secluded view over the ocean.  It was a raised concrete balcony overlooking the shore, just tucked behind a cliff to give some privacy.  It was the perfect place to get away from her husband and the kids for a while. She heard footsteps from around the corner before she heard the man’s voice.

“Oh, there you are,” the man said.  “Yuki, right?” Before Anna could correct him, he began walking her around the corner and taking off his robe.  His long, thick and still flaccid cock swayed freely as he put the robe down on a nearby chair, beside the raised massage table.  “I’m Carl.  Tiffany usually takes care of me, but the agency said she was out of town,” he continued.  

Anna stared at his tight, firm buttocks as he bent over to get something from the robe’s pocket. “$500, right?” he said handing her a stack of bills.  She took it and nodded quietly, not sure how to get out of this situation any longer.  “Cool, let’s get started,” he said as he laid face down on the massage table.

Anna thought to herself that a massage wasn’t all that bad a thing to do for $500.  And after all, he was a very attractive man.  She put the $500 in her beach bag and started to think what she should do next.

“Dry massage is fine,” Carl told her.  “I don’t like all those oils,” he said.

Anna decided to speak as little as possible.  She began massaging the stranger’s feet, working her way up his firm, naked body.  She worked her way up to his neck and shoulders.  She was standing in front of his head, working on his upper back when she felt his hands begin to caress her legs.  She stifled a moan as his warm, rough hands found their way up the backs of her thighs and onto her petite, firm ass cheeks.

Anna let out a whimper as his thick finger slid easily inside of her wet cunt.  With his free hand, he pulled off her bikini bottom and let it fall to the ground.  She could barely stand up straight, much less massage him, as he teased her pussy lips and clit. She squeezed his back and slumped over him as she came to his fingering.

“I’m gonna turn over now,” Carl announced as Anna tried to recuperate. She was bargaining with herself about how a handjob wouldn’t be that bad.  Hell, the president once said even a blowjob wasn’t cheating, she rationalized to herself.

Anna was about to grab his hard cock and start slowly stroking him, when Carl shifted abruptly.  “As nice as your massage is, I don’t think I can wait any longer,” Carl said.  He easily lifted her up with one arm and pulled her on top of his naked body.

“Ohhh, ffffuccckk,” Anna moaned as she sank herself down onto Carl’s rock hard cock.  She whimpered and shook as she got accustomed to Carl’s length and girth.  Soon, she was riding him, eagerly building to her next orgasm.  As she came, she slumped forward on top of the stranger.  

Carl pumped a few more times before groaning mightily and lifting Anna off of his cock.  She felt the warm shot of cum splash her pussy and ass cheeks.

“Hhhhoooollly shit,” Carl gasped.  “Wow, even Tiffany never let me go bareback,” he said.  “Damn!”

Anna fought the urge to kiss the stranger before she dismounted.  “So … same time tomorrow?” Carl asked as Anna picked up her bikini and got dressed again.  

Anna couldn’t think of anything to do but nod.  She told herself that this Yuki girl would sort it out.  But the very next day, she found herself again on the patio, waiting for her Carl.

Vanessa was secretly suspicious that Michael was cheating on her with his new secretary, Candice.  She stopped in the office just before Michael was due to go on a business trip.  Vanessa pretended to spontaneously invite her out for dinner later that week.

It was weird at first, but after they started talking, Candice warmed up to her bosses wife.  Vanessa was still a little uncertain, but she was being her best, most charming self in order to try to catch Candice off guard.  As dinner went on, Vanessa’s was still concerned, but she couldn’t pit her finger on why.  Then it struck her.

“You know, I was a little concerned that you and Michael might be fooling around,” Vanessa said.  “I mean, you’re a very beautiful, charming, sexy woman. But you’re not married,” she pointed to the empty ring finger.  “And over this past hour, you’ve yet to mention a boyfriend.” Vanessa watched carefully for Candice’s reaction.

Candice laughing was not what she had expected.  “I’m so sorry,” Candice said, covering her mouth and stifling a giggle. “No, Michael and I are not fooling around,” she confirmed.  “My girlfriend wouldn’t have allowed it,” Candice said, waiting for the realization to hit Vanessa.

“Oh? Ohh!” Vanessa said, suddenly embarrassed. 

“Actually, we broke up recently,” Candice continued. “But still, Michael isn’t my type,” Candice said sipping her wine while still watching her boss’s wife.

Vanessa apologized repeatedly, but Candice waved her off.  They ordered dessert and were able to have a conversation without Vanessa’s agenda getting in the way.  After Vanessa picked up the check, Candice thanked her, then hesitated as they both stood up to leave the restaurant.

“You know, I’m meeting some friends for drinks tonight,” Candice said.  “Would you like to join us?”  Vanessa felt it was the least she could do, especially when she heard that Candice’s friends were taking her out to help her get over her recent break up.

Vanessa was a little surprised when she met Candice’s friends.  Their short hair, lack of makeup and clothes were a sharp contrast to Candice’s long, flowing  red hair, impeccable makeup, and tight hot pink dress.  When Candice went to get a round of drinks, Vanessa asked Candice’s friends about her ex.

“She said my husband wasn’t her type,” Vanessa explained. “I’m curious what her type is.”

“Tall, pretty, big boobs,” Melanie said.  “Long dark hair,” she added.

“Kind of like you,” Sarah joked.  Melanie punched her to keep quiet.

When Candice returned, they all did shots before Candice convinced Vanessa to join her on the dance floor.  They danced near each other for a while, but as the music slowed, Candice pulled Vanessa closer.  Vanessa didn’t resist, in fact she wrapped her own are around Candice’s waist and pulled her closer, pressing their breasts together.

They stared at each other, each feeling the other’s heart racing as the bass notes vibrated through their bodies.  Vanessa leaned in first and Candice caressed her cheek as they kissed.  They continued kissing for the rest of the song, and then Candice broke away, grabbing Vanessa by the hand to lead her out of the club.

They continued making out In the uber ride to Candice’s apartment.  Candice’s long, tender fingers slipped in and out of Vanessa’s eager, wet slit as she moaned into her mouth.  By the time they arrived, Vanessa had cum twice and could barely walk.

It was in Candice’s living room that she first tasted another woman’s musky scent.  She enjoyed the taste almost as much as the feeling of power she got from making the pretty young redhead squirm and moan.  

After Candice returned the favor, she left Vanessa half naked on the living room couch still gasping for breath.  She returned a minute or so later wearing a thick, pink strapon.  “Good thing your husband will be away for a while,” Candice said naughtily as she flipped Vanessa over and went to work.

Steve and Emma were at the rehearsal dinner when they ran into Mike, an old friend of Steve’s.  They were all in town for a mutual friend’s wedding and were staying at the same hotel.  At first, Mike was a little strange about what he had been up to since they last saw each other.  Finally he admitted that he was a hypnotist.

“What?!? People pay you for that?” Steve asked incredulously, thinking Mike might be joking.  Mike promised he wasn’t joking, and he was helping people lose weight and quit smoking.

Steve was still unsure if his old friend was joking, when his wife chimed in.  “I think all of that is nonsense,” she said dismissively.  She and Steve began joking about Mike being a charlatan, or snake oil salesman.

Mike tried to change the subject a few times, but both Emma and Steve were having too much fun at his expense.  Mike made an excuse to leave the conversation and went off to say hello to a few other friends.  

A while later, he ran into Emma by the bar.  She was a bit tipsy and that did nothing to improve her manners.  “Seriously, you think people can be tricked into … whatever … clucking like a chicken?  Come on!” she said.

Mike tried to play along, but Emma became more and more insulting as the night wore on.

The next morning, before the ceremony, Steve had to run out after breakfast.  He came back to the hotel room and found his wife on all fours on the floor in front of the window. “What the –” Steve started to say before he saw Mike and suddenly blacked out.

When Steve woke up a few minutes later, he was tied to a chair, facing the window where his wife was.  Her dress was thrown over her ass and Mike was behind her, feeding his cock in and out of her gleaming, wet pussy.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!” Steve screamed at Mike.  Mike just smiled.  Steve turned to his wife who was clearly enjoying Mike fucking her from behind. “Emma! What the fuck!”

“You want to know the funny thing?” Mike said to Steve nonchalantly as he continued to pound away at Emma’s pussy.  “All I’ve done is removed her inhibitions.  She actually thinks this is a dream.  So deep down, she wants me to fuck her.”  Turning to Emma, he asked her, “Isn’t that right?”

“Mmmm,” she moaned.  “Yes, I love it.  I’ve wanted another cock for a long time,” she purred.

Mike turned back to Steve who was still trying to undo his restraints.  “At first, I was just gonna make her do something embarrassing at the reception. Spill her drink, dance like a chicken, or something silly.  But when she answered the door and I saw her half dressed, I kinda changed my mind.  She’s a nice piece of ass, Steve.”  

“You sonuvabitch!” Steve screamed. “When I get out of these ropes, I’m gonna …”

Mike laughed, still fucking Emma from behind.  “Cum now, Emma,” he commanded.  “Cum hard. You can be as loud as you want.”  Emma began to moan and writhe as Mike kept pumping away at her.  Her face grew flushed and she bowed her head as she pushed herself harder and faster onto Mike’s cock.  

“Ohhh ggggaaawwwdd!!!” she screamed, grabbing at the rug and sobbing breathlessly as her orgasm overwhelmed her and her trembling pussy massaged Mike’s cock.

“Mouth,” Mike said calmly.  Emma dutifully obeyed and wrapped her pretty lips around Mike’s now purple cock.  She happily swallowed his load, letting only a few drops slip out of her lips and down her cheeks.  “Good. Now go kiss your husband,” Mike said.

Steve struggled against his restraints, trying to avoid his wife’s musky, cum scented breath.

Mike laughed. “Well, I think we all learned a valuable lesson here today,” he said calmly.

“When I get out of these ropes,” Steve started to threaten again.

“What ropes?” Mike asked, pointing down to show Steve he hadn’t tied him at all.  “See? Hypnosis works pretty well.  Now, let’s erase some of the last few hours, old chum.”

At the reception, Mike greeted Steve and Emma as old friends.  “Say, old chum, do you mind if I borrow your wife,” Mike asked flatly.

“Not at all! You kids have fun,” Steve said happily.

“Ooh, can we try anal?” Steve heard his wife ask as she walked away with Mike, toward their hotel room.

When Natalie and her husband got the invitation to the wedding, they were not planning on going.  It was one of Jason’s friends from college that they hadn’t seen in years, and only kept in touch on social media and text message.  He lived out West, so it would be a long weekend.  It was Natalie that convinced her husband to go, even if they hardly knew anyone else there.

They decided to make a nice long break out of it.  They got into town a few days early and checked into the hotel before seeing the sights before the rehearsal dinner Friday night.  As they came and went during the last part of the week, Jason noticed his wife was noticing other men. More accurately, it was one guy in particular.  

He had checked into the hotel on Thursday and seemed to keep popping up everywhere.  He was a few years younger than Natalie and Jason, tall, handsome, and very flirtatious, even when Jason was around.

Without either of them talking about it, this made for some of the best sex Natalie and Jason had in a long time.  Then, at the rehearsal dinner, they were officially introduced to Michael, the bride’s younger brother.  As Jason was catching up with his old friend and meeting his much younger bride, Mike spent most of the night flirting with Natalie.  She didn’t make any attempt to stop him.

That night, Jason fucked his wife harder and better than he ever had before.  As he was pulling her hair and fucking her petite little ass from behind, he growled “you want Mike to fuck you, don’t you?”

“Nnnoo?” she said tentatively.

“Don’t lie!” her husband barked, fucking her harder from behind. “Tell me what you want!”

“I…I want … I want Mike,” she said unconvincingly.

“What do you want?” Jason growled, pulling her hips and impaling her harder on his rock hard cock.

“I want him inside me!” she gasped as she came, her pussy convulsing on her husband’s cock as she collapsed and his seed shot deep inside of her.

As they caught their breath, neither of them were sure how to talk about what just happened and what it meant. “So that was just,” Natalie started to say.  “I mean … I don’t really,” Natalie wanted to make sure her husband didn’t feel threatened or jealous.

“No, I know,” Jason said. “I just … I had no idea that …”

“What? Oh sweetie, he’s just a handsome man paying me some attention,” Natalie started to say. “It doesn’t mean that I don’t…”

“No, not that,” Jason interrupted. “I had no idea that it would turn me on so much!”

They started talking about it. Natalie was still careful to avoid saying anything about what she truly wanted.  As her husband spoke about his new fantasy, she became a little more brave.  “But, you wouldn’t be jealous? If I were to sleep with another guy–I mean just sex.”  She got her answer as she watched his cock get involuntarily harder.

They continued to talk about it as a hypothetical, but in more and more detail.  They didn’t know anyone from the wedding except the groom, and he was going to be busy all night.  Hardly anyone but Natalie and Jason would know that they were together.  And Michael had his own room, so there was a private place to take from Jason’s wife.

As their “hypothetical” plan built on itself, they both became more and more aroused.  They fucked all night long like they hadn’t done since their honeymoon over 10 years earlier.  In the morning, Jason awoke to see his wife already awake and dressed.  “What do you think?” she asked showing off a new, slinky black dress she had just bought.

“He’ll love it,” Jason said with a smile.

“Oh!” Natalie shushed him. “Nothing is going to happen, it’s just a fantasy.  This is for you!” she lied.

It didn’t take long at the reception on Saturday for Michael to zero in on Natalie.  Jason kept his distance, hoping not to spoil the fun.  He watched them talking in a quiet corner. Michael was very close to Natalie and her free arm was around his broad shoulders as he whispered in her ear.  She laughed heartily and Jason felt a spurt of precum jet out of his cock as Mike’s hand reached around his wife’s waist and grabbed her petite little ass.  

Jason couldn’t handle it anymore and quickly went to the bathroom to rub one out.  He came hard, imagining what his wife might be up to.  He found himself disappointed to find her back at the table waiting for him.  Before he could say anything, the music stopped and the DJ announced the toasts to the bride and groom.

“What happened?” Jason whispered to his wife.

“He has to give his toast,” Natalie whispered back as the best man stood up to give the first speech. “He said he was nervous,” Natalie continued, “so I helped calm his nerves a little.”

Her husband snapped his neck quickly toward her, eager to hear more. She smiled naughtily.  “Just a blowjob,” she said nonchalantly.  She put her hand on her husband’s lap and grabbed his rock hard cock.  “He’s huge!” she purred.

Everyone was clapping at the first speech. Now it was Michael’s turn.

“Like twice as thick as yours,” Natalie said as Mike gave his speech. He was focusing a healthy amount of eye contact on Natalie.  She held his glance, even as she told her husband more in a whisper. “He has to be at least 9 inches,” she cooed.

“So, uh, what uh happens now,” Jason managed through a dry mouth and his heart in his throat. They were interrupted by applause for Michael’s speech.  He handed over the microphone, kissed his sister congratulations, and headed straight for Natalie’s table.

“Don’t wait up,” Natalie said as she cavalierly stood up and walked out, holding Michael’s hand.

Jason didn’t see his wife again until Monday morning when they headed to the airport to catch their flight.

“I dunno, sweetie,” Karen said at the resort gift shop.  She was holding a little blue dress against her and it barely covered her bikini. “it’s a little short, doncha think?”

“Nah, it’s fine,” Henry assured her. “I think you’re supposed to wear it with a bikini or something,” he said. “Besides, your legs are a lot longer than most women,” he added.

The store clerk didn’t hear them talking, and assumed they were buying it as a gift for a daughter or niece, as it was a junior’s size.  

Karen tried it on back at their hotel room. She kind of liked it, as it showed off her legs.  Karen loved the dress so much, she wore it almost every day.  After a day or two, she stopped wearing her bikini top underneath.  She was getting pretty confident with all of the looks and compliments she was getting.

Henry was surprisingly frisky with her as the attention his wife was receiving had an effect on him as well.  As their sex life picked up, Karen became more and more horny herself.  As their normal routine wasn’t doing it for her, Karen encouraged Henry to be a little more adventurous.

“Put it in my ass!” she practically begged in the heat of the moment.  Henry did and it sent both of them over the edge. Afterwards, Henry said he was surprised she enjoyed it, much less let him try it.

Karen shrugged. “We’re on vacation,” she said.  “Vacation sex doesn’t count!”

Karen found herself flirting openly with some of the single men at the bar and beside the pool. The men became more and more aggressive and Karen did nothing to discourage them.  After dinner, back at the hotel room, she told her husband that one of the strangers grabbed her ass and she liked it.

Henry and Karen were both surprised by his reaction.  He was randier than ever.  “Go ahead and fuck ‘em,” he said, grabbing his wife’s ass firmly.  “Vacation sex doesn’t count,” he added, repeating her words.  After fucking to near exhaustion, they both slept through until morning.

The next morning, Henry awoke to some strange sounds.  He looked up to see his lovely wife, bent over the hotel’s sofa.  Her bikini was strewn across the floor.  A young, strapping stranger was fucking her from behind.  She pulled the other man’s cock from her mouth just long enough to wink at her husband and say, “Vacation sex doesn’t count.”

Jim and Gail liked to stay at BnB’s when they traveled. It was often more a more romantic setting, and they enjoyed meeting other couples, rather than the weary business travelers they would meet at hotels.

They booked a long weekend vacation along the Pacific Coast, north of San Diego.  They checked into their bed and breakfast, and Jim immediately noticed a pretty, tall and surprisingly busty Asian woman.  For some reason, Jim couldn’t take his eyes off of her as they checked in.  He watched her as she sat there in her bikini, flipping through a magazine in the BnB’s lobby.

Gail asked the proprietor a series of questions, as she often did, as her husband tried to be subtle as he glared at the tall, pretty Asian woman.  When her husband showed up, an average height, slightly younger, but muscular American man, Jim was disappointed. He didn’t know what he was hoping might happen, but he was somehow sad to see that she was married.

In their room, Gail teased him, “You should dial back the staring,” she said.  Gail was never a jealous wife, so he knew she was teasing more than anything.

Later that evening, as Jim and Gail were looking for a place to eat near the beach, they ran into the other couple. The other couple introduced themselves as Kaori and Matt.  It was Gail who suggested they have dinner together.

They hit it off as a group and spent the next few days together, going to the beach, having meals, sightseeing around town. The only times they were apart were at night and the occasional mid-afternoon break. Both times were filled with mad, honeymoon-like sex.  Although two rooms separated the couples, Jim and Gail could hear Kaori’s high pitched orgasms through the thin walls and Kaori and Matt tried not to giggle as Gail’s deep, low moans accompanied the violent slamming of their headboard. 

One morning, Jim went out for his morning run on the beach. When he got back, it was Kaori waiting for him in his and Gail’s room. “Oh, hey!” Jim said, wondering why she was sitting there in nothing but a bikini and an unbuttoned blue shirt.  

Jim was trying not to stare and her gorgeous, full breasts as he spoke. He grabbed a towel and mopped the sweat from his run off of himself. “Oh, is Gail in the bathroom?” he suggested, knowing she wasn’t. “Did we have plans for the beach today?” he said, knowing they hadn’t made plans.

Kaoir smiled and stood up to approach Jim.  She wrapped her long, delicate arms around his neck, pulling him closer. “Matt and your wife are off doing their own thing,” Kaori whispered.  The hair on the back of his neck stood up as his cock twitched to life. “I thought we could, too,” she said, her lips close enough to Jim’s that he could feel her breath on him.

“Well, I uh, but…” Jim staggered.  Jim was panicked, thinking through the situation. He knew that Gail went out for fresh fruit while he was running and in his mind, she was about to walk in on them.

“Come on…” Kaori purred. “You know you want to…” her lips were impossibly close to his now.

As her lips were about to press into his, she slumped down defeatedly.  She was laughing easily as the sound that broke her spell found Jim’s ears. It was Gail’s low, guttural moan, coming from Matt’s room.

“Damn!” Kaori laughed, resting her hand on Jim’s chest. “I wanted to see if you’d go through with it without knowing Gail had already agreed,” she laughed.

“Wh…what’s going on?!?” Jim said, still trying to catch up.  Kaori pushed him onto the bed.

“Your wife suggested a little swap for the rest of the week,” she said, climbing on top of Jim on the bed.  “She is  *really* into Matt.  We all kinda knew you weren’t gonna say know,” she chuckled as she untied her bikini, finally revealing her gorgeous, soft breasts.

Jennifer was excited to finally have her new furnace installed that when the workmen showed up, she hardly noticed them, focusing instead on the big beautiful new machine. They got to installing it in the basement and after it was put in place, the foreman told her that they were leaving to deliver a few more units. “Don’t worry,” he told her, “Adam will be here getting it set up. Delivery is a three man job, but install is pretty much a one man thing,” he explained.

Jennifer nodded, still excited about the new furnace. She was hovering around the young installer offering him a fresh cup of coffee. She didn’t realize he was wearing headphones and he didn’t realize she was standing there. As he stood up, they collided and the coffee spilled all iver his jeans.

“Oh nooo! I’m so sorry!” she cried out earnestly. She began wiping away at his crotch and thighs. “Let me get those cleaned up for you,” she offered. She didn’t wait for an answer before pulling down his pants and grabbing his flannel shirt. “Sit down right there,” she pointed to a chair, “and I’ll take care of this.” She ran off to the washing machine, leaving him in a tshirt and slightly wet white briefs.

Adam sat there bewildered for a minute. This was the first time Ernie and Jake had left him alone for an install. He wondered if they were pulling a prank on him. Then it dawned on him. “This must be what they’re always talking about…horny housewives jumping them.” As he thought about it, he started thinking about Jennifer, and whether he would fuck her. “Definitely,” he thought to himself, thinking of her large breasts and tight yoga pants. He started to get hard just as Jennifer walked back in.

“Sorry about that, your jeans will be done in an hour. I…oh. Ohhh, wow!” Jennifer stammered as she caught a glimpse of Adam’s hardening cock through his nearly see through underwear. “You’re, uh, having a, uh,” she tried to find the words.

Emboldened by his incorrect supposition, Adam stood up and approached the young, blushing housewife. “That’s alright, I can keep us busy for an hour,” he promised, pulling the young wife closer.

Jennifer was happily married, but as she felt the warm, thick, stiff cock pressed against her, she forgot all about her husband.

Two hours later, Ernie and Jake returned to pick up their coworker and inspect the install. When they were satisfied with the work, Jake asked where the homeowner was.

“Upstairs,” he said with a grin.

“Mrs. Holmes, we’re about done here,” Jake called out. “Anything else you nee…” He stopped short at the open door to her bedroom she was face down, naked, and spread eagle on the bed.

“mmmrrmwmw,” she moaned incoherently into the pillow. She summoned enough strength the waive him away dismissively.

No one was surprised when, later that week, Jennifer called for a “tune up” and specifically requested Adam.

Andrea and her husband, Jim, were driving across country on their first vacation in a while. The drive was long and mostly boring. It was spiced up a bit, however, when Jim caught his wife noticing another driver. The man was driving a large pickup truck and passed them a few times as the traffic allowed.

Jim teased his wife about it. When they stopped at a rest area and Andrea’s “boyfriend” was there, Jim dared her to say hello.

“Sure, and then what?” Andrea asked. 

Her husband just shrugged casually, but inside his stomach was flipping and his cock was surprisingly getting hard. He wasn’t sure what he was feeling, much less how to explain it to his wife. “Come on! It’ll be fun,” was all Jim could offer.

Andrea rolled her eyes and headed in to use the bathroom. Jim watched his wife come out and hesitate before she passed her “boyfriend.” “What happened?” He asked when she got back in.

“I chickened out,” she admitted. “He is really cute, though,” she squealed nervously.

They drove on, talking nervously around the subject. Eventually, Jim admitted that the thought of his young wife with another man was suddenly exciting to him. Andrea, not believing him, reached over and grabbed his rock hard cock, laughing giddily at the proof.  She was soon sucking her husband off as they drove down the highway.  She noticed how impressively large his load was as she swallowed it all.

A short while later, as the sun set in front of them, they decided to stop for dinner at a Cracker Barrel and check in at the motel next door for the night. As Jim parked, he sighed, “You’ve gotta be kidding me,” as he saw his wife’s boyfriend had beat them there.

Jim dared his wife to say hello and “see where it goes.” Andrea resisted, laughing it off at first. 

It didn’t take much coaxing for Andrea to head into the restaurant, “Just to see where he is,” she said. 

Jim following her a minute or two later, not wanting to cramp her style, but also not wanting to miss anything, either.  He arrived just in time to see his wife approaching her “boyfriend” who was at the register.

Maybe it was the freedom of being away from home or that her husband hand spent hours telling her how every man would love to fuck her, but Andrea was brimming with confidence as she approached the stranger from behind.  She let her hand graze his ass through his lightweight gym shorts, giving a gentle squeeze as she made contact.  She topped it off with a wink as he turned around.

They struck up a conversation as Jim tried to not be obvious about his eavesdropping.  They were flirting lightly at first, talking about the coincidence of running into each other.  The man, who’s name was Sean, admitted that he noticed Andrea on the drive as well.  

“I’ve got a room next door,” he said, with a smile. glancing over in Jim’s direction. “It’s a shame your husband is with you.”

Jim nearly came in his pants when Andrea responded, “Oh, that’s not my husband. He’s my brother. Step brother, actually,” Andrea added a little uncertainly.  They laughed nervously and stared at each other before Andrea asked, “So…about that room?”

Jim was still a little shocked when Sean went to leave and Andrea followed behind him. She stopped at the door to talk to Jim as Sean waited for her outside. “Are you sure you’re okay?” she asked. Looking down at the bulge in his pants, she had her answer. “I guess so. I don’t know how long I’ll be. Just text me when you get a room.”

Jim did and spent the entire night in the room, furiously masturbating at the thought of his wife with Sean.  Around 6:00 am, Andrea knocked at the door and collapsed in her husband’s arms, fully exhausted from Sean’s hard work.  She let Jim have his way with her, no holes barred. She certainly couldn’t say no after what she had let Sean do to her.

A short while later, they were laying in bed, gasping for air. “Wait…” Jim said, “why did you tell him I was your step brother? Why not just actual brother?”

Andrea chuckled. “I’m not sure. I guess I thought he might ask why we looked different. But part of me was hoping you might join us later and it would be less weird that way.”  Jim nodded, wondering when his shy little blonde wife had become such a forward thinking slut. 

“Either way, it doesn’t matter,” she said stretching and getting out of bed to dress for breakfast. “I told Sean the truth later. He said he had suspected as much, but was glad you were cool with it,” she said, talking about her one night stand like he was an old friend.  “Oh, Sean is going to the same area as us in California,” Andrea added casually as if an after thought. “I was thinking I could ride with him…at least part of the way.”

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