She then called the boys in the nextdoor cottage and asked if one of them could bring over the room service menu, as she had lost ours. When the doorbell rang, she slipped on her short, white satin robe, through which her hard nipples were clearly visible. To Sondra’s obvious surprise, three boys stood at the door when she opened it. She invited the three clean-cut, handsome boys in and thanked them for the menu. One of the boys remarked about it being a great idea to have a hottub in the livingroom, and that their cottage didn’t have one at all. Sondra smiled and invited the boys to use the Jacuzzi with her. The boys thanked her and said that they would be right back in their trunks, but Sondra opened the sash of her robe and let it fall to the floor, saying that the hottub was made to be enjoyed naked. The boys quickly fumbled out of their clothes, keeping their eyes locked on Sondra’s naked body as she slipped into the swirling water. When all four were in the water, Sondra asked if any of them would like their back rubbed. In brash reply, the most brazen of the three boys reached over and filled his hands with my wife’s round tits. Sondra immediately filled her hand with the nearest hard cock, and the guy with his hands all over her tits stood up, with his erection only inches from Sondra’s lips. My normally inhibited wife sucked the young guy’s cock into her mouth, until her nose nestled in his wet pubic hair. As she sucked, she jerked on one of the kids’ cocks, and the third had his mouth attached to one of her tits. The kid in her mouth started humping her face and Sondra ignored the other two as she coaxed his hot spunk out of his cock with her mouth and hands, swallowing every drop. One after the other, I watched my wife suck off all three of the boys, until she had drained each of them of their cum, without spilling a drop, and then she stood and announced that it was her turn. All four of them splashed out of the tub and laid on the cushions. One of the boys buried his face between Sondra’s invitingly spread legs and she moaned with pleasure as his tongue began its exploration of her clit and cunt. Each of the other two kids began fondling and sucking her breasts and nipples, loudly slurping my wife’s wet flesh into their hungry mouths. All too soon, Sondra began her long-awaited orgasm in almost violent fashion. Her body humped and writhed but the boys held on to her with their mouths and Sondra went crashing from one orgasm to another. Finally, when she could catch her breath and speak, she thanked the boys for the fun and warned them to leave, “before my husband comes home!” As soon as the front door closed, I was downstairs and standing over my wife with my raging erection in my hand. Sondra begged me to fuck her, to fill her aching pussy with my cock, and I was only too happy to comply. I rammed into her with all my strength and we fucked with animal ferocity until our bodies, slick with sweat, shuddered and clasped together in orgasm. We fucked again before falling asleep for the afternoon. Chapter Two - The Hotel The next day, we caught a short island-hopping flight to our next port-of-call. It was the opposite of our little cottage. This time, we were staying at a very posh, high-rise resort hotel. After checking out the view from our room, which overlooked the huge pool, Sondra unpacked, stripped and donned only her bikini bottoms and went out onto the balcony. She stretched, letting the sun warm her skin, and I’m sure more than a few people at the pool had an opportunity to observe that she has a magnificent set of tits. I stepped out on to the balcony with her, just as the man from the next suite did. He introduced himself to us and offered us a beer. His name was Brian and when he returned he couldn’t take his eyes off Sondra’s chest as we talked. After a few minutes, Brian’s wife, Janet, joined us on the balcony. She was wearing a conservative one-piece bathing suit and her mouth literally fell open when she saw Sondra. She regained her composure and emphatically informed us that, as far as she knew, it wasn’t a topless resort. Each couple sat at their own table on the balcony, separated only by a low, thin railing, and continued talking. As Brian and Janet watched, Sondra began to apply her suntan lotion. She squeezed it onto her hands and rubbed it on her arms, legs, stomach, and finally on her breasts. She was watching the expressions on the faces of our new neighbors, as she applied it to her bare tits and ran her oily fingers over her nipples until they were hard and sticking straight out. Janet pulled Brian out of his chair and said they had to get ready for lunch. We waved good-bye and Brian smiled and said he hoped he’d see us again, soon; but we didn’t see him or Janet again. We think they either left or had their room changed. Coming in from the balcony, Sondra asked me if the scene had excited me. I answered her by pulling her down onto the bed and making love. Both at the pool and on the beach, no one was topless, so over the next few days, Sondra learned how to wear her suits to her best advantage. She would tie it very loosely so in the surf or when she dove into the pool it would occasionally, “accidentally” fall off. When she was sunning herself, she would take it off completely as she laid on her stomach, but would often prop herself up on her elbows. Sondra went to the pool area alone while I enjoyed watching from the balcony. She became quite popular and every time she arrived on the scene, she drew a crowd of lookers. Finally, on the morning of our last full day on that island, as she lay topless on a towel not far from the balcony, a man sat down next to her, hoping for a better view. Sondra started trying to put some oil on her back when the guy asked if he could help her. Sondra raised herself up on her elbows, letting the sides of her breast become exposed, and then handed him her oil. He started on her back and legs and then proceeded to her shoulders and sides. I could see his hands brushing the sides of my wife’s hanging tits, and she didn’t flinch. Instead, Sondra raised up even more and leaned on her left side, placing her right hand behind her. In that pose, she was giving him (and me) a perfect, up-close view of her naked breasts. Sondra smiled up at the stranger, “I think you missed a spot or two.” She stayed in that position as he blatantly stared and continued to oil her shoulder. She looked down at her chest and asked him to put some oil in his hand. He did, and Sondra cupped his hand on her breast, smearing the oil into her skin. He then took her nipple between his finger and thumb and squeezed it. I could hear Sondra gasp, and then she smiled at him and rolled over onto her back, exposing both breasts. In a second, the guy was feeling her slippery tits with both hands. I could tell Sondra was getting really excited, but other people began arriving in the area and Sondra turned back onto her stomach. I decided to join them. Sondra introduced me to Bill. He was about 45, still well-built, graying and ruggedly handsome, a corporate bigwig and on vacation with his wife, who was on a shopping excursion for the day. All three of us sat around talking the morning away as Sondra repeatedly, teasingly exposed herself. Around noon, I invited Bill to join us in our suite for lunch. Sondra was all for the idea, and off we went. Once in the suite, Sondra said she wanted to shower off some of the suntan lotion while I made drinks and ordered roomservice. After the food arrived, Sondra rejoined us, combing her wet hair and wearing only a short towel wrapped around her waist. Both Bill and I commented on how lovely she looked and on the nice, even tan she was getting. Bill didn’t act embarrassed or surprised at seeing Sondra topless, so who was I to make a fuss over it? During lunch, neither Bill nor I could take our eyes of my wife’s luscious tits. Once, when I stood to make us more drinks, I could not resist bending down in front of Sondra and sucking one of her delicious nipples into my mouth, right in front of our new friend! Bill laughed and said that must be dessert. Sondra just smiled a big grin and said, “Maybe.” We were out of ice, so I told the two of them that I would be right back. I left the door slightly ajar, so I could sneak a look before reentering. When I returned with the ice, I peeked in to see Bill bent over Sondra and sucking on a nipple, exactly as I had done a few minutes before. Sondra was feeling his cock beneath his swimtrunks with her right hand as her left hand cupped her breast for his hungry mouth. Bill reached down and dropped his trunks, exposing his large erection. He held it in front of him, eye-level with Sondra. Sondra grabbed it with her left hand and stroked it, and then lightly touched it with her tongue. She wet her lips and then slid the head of his cock into her mouth. She kept stroking the length of it with her hand, guiding as much of it as she could into her slurping mouth, while at
the same time, playing with his balls with her other hand.
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