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.
“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.”
