#vacation sex doesnt count

Gina and her husband decided to book a vacation in Ibiza.  They booked a stay through Air BNB, but didn’t read the booking very carefully.  When they arrived, they were surprised to find out that they were sharing the small, two bedroom apartment with another person.

Gina and Jim pulled their luggage in from the taxi and were surprised to find the apartment already occupied by Marco. Marco was a tall, handsome, young Italian man that spoke very little English.  Neither Gina nor Jim spoke any Italian, so they had to communicate through broken Spanish.

They managed to eventually understand each other and Marco helpfully volunteered to take the smaller of the two rooms, moving his belongings and tidying up as Gina and Jim got settled.

As they unpacked, they suddenly realized that there were other cultural differences beyond language.  Marco knocked on their bedroom door.  Gina opened it to see the tall, lean young man wearing nothing but a tight speedo, bulging in all the right places.  Gina was petite, even for an Asian woman, and her face was nearly at Marco’s waist. 

“I go beach,” Marco said in practiced, but broken English. “You come?”

Gina politely declined, but was visibly impacted by the sight of his nearly naked body. While he was at the beach, Gina and Jim used the alone time to relieve some of their stress.  Gina was particularly aggressive.  She later admitted she was turned on by seeing Marco like that.

The next morning, Gina woke up first and decided to make breakfast for her and Jim. She secretly hoped Marco might join them.  She started to get dressed when Jim interrupted her. 

“Why don’t you make breakfast like you did on our honeymoon?” he suggested.

“What?!? No way!” she said. “Besides, grease splattering on naked skin is something smart people only do once.”

“Here,” Jim handed her a red kitchen apron, “wear this.”

Shortly after, Gina was cooking in the kitchen wearing nothing but the red apron to cover her cute, petite little frame. Jim was helping himself to some orange juice when they heard Marco starting to stir. 

“I’m going to take a shower,” Jim announced, walking right past a bleary eyed Marco.  Marco was wearing only his underwear and his morning wood was making sure that barely covered him.

Jim turned on the shower with a naughty giggle, wondering how his cute little wife would explain herself in broken Spanish.  As he was showering, he found himself getting very turned on by the thought of his wife with Marco, and decided to jerk off in the shower.

As he finished and finally shut the water off, he heard what sounded like talking coming from the kitchen.  He quickly dried off and snuck down the hall to take a peek.

Gina was bent over the kitchen table.  Her arms were reaching back, trying wantonly to grab at Marco as he fucked her from behind.  He was grabbing her plump, squishy ass with both hands as his long, thick cock pistoned in and out of GIna’s pussy.

Jim’s cock popped out of the towel he was wearing.  He stayed hidden behind the hallway wall, but began to jerking off as Gina begged for Marco to fuck her harder and harder.

Gina came hard, nearly passing out.  Marco slowed his pace, savoring the tight, wet little cunt.  As Gina came to, her eyes met Jim’s and she smiled naughtily.  She pushed herself away from Marco, who objected somehow in Italian.  Gina grabbed his hand and led him into his bedroom, slipping wordlessly passed her husband.

“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.”