Vacation doesn’t count

VACATION DOESN’T COUNT


Chapter One
The Cottage

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,
that left only a short, narrow “Mohawk” of auburn hair around her pink
pussylips.
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.