New wife
A convenient gap between contracts (and a decent payoff at the end) had presented the opportunity of a few weeks of well financed downtime. I'd even managed to catch up with some odd jobs and was now struggling for ideas. After quite a bit of negotiation with the other half i'd wangled a getaway of a few days to get some downtime before the new contract kicked in. After much internal deliberation I finally booked flights and a hotel in Majorca. Several things contributed to this eventual conclusion. I hadn't been there since I was a kid. The flight duration and times synced well with taking a somewhat irregular 5 day trip. Also the resort i'd homed in on was well-priced (not cheap but cheap for what was on offer), the location looked solid and also it appeared to be not a resort that was traditional 'Brits Abroad' fare.
The 7am flight was a reasonable thing to suffer. Breakfast at the airport, never really said much beyond exchanging pleasantries to the elderly couple I was sat with. At the other end it took a bit of effort to figure out the geography of the airport and find my car hire pick-up. A short ride later I quickly got my keys, figured out how to get my phone hooked up for navigation and was on my way, initially paranoid i'd take the first roundabout the wrong way. Thankfully I survived the maze of roads around the airport (and one false route the sat nav threw at me) and found my way to the sanctuary of the main motorway across the island. The best part of an hour of relative sanity and low stress followed.
My phone had settled down to offering relatively sensible routes from there onwards and I eventually saw the hotel looming up on me. Parking looked somewhat congested initially but because it was the middle of the day then I stumbled across a pocket of free spots near what I thought was the entrance. I left my bags in the car initially and checked in. Initial impressions were good and the receptionist showed me on the map where my room for the next few days was. I doubled back to the car and rolled my bags onwards.
Not gonna lie, I had hoped for a bit of a view. It wasn't awful but the ground floor room just opened onto a grassed area at the perimeter of the complex. I normally liked to overlook something but I guess it'd do. I unpacked, and for once my gear wasn't creased to buggery. Win. I changed into something a bit more suited to the climate (not roasting but was mid to high 20s) and stocked up on snacks and drinks at the shop just off the complex (not the cheapest, but would do to start me off). And then, well, I crashed for an hour after sending a text home to say i'd made this far in one piece.
The power nap worked and the pressure of a short break meant I needed to go out and explore. I went into the main town which was about 5 minutes away. I admit that with the roads being quiet I took one roundabout the wrong way (chalk it down to fatigue and natural habit), no harm done and try harder next time. Parking up was more hassle than I would've liked. The local beach was quite popular on the island and thus a lot of people had descended on the area. I lucked out with someone just leaving a spot in the central reservation of the main thoroughfare. I gingerly reversed in and actually nailed it first time. Another win.
I managed to grab some cigarettes at a shop during the 400m or so walk to where the beach started (sorry, but smoking on holiday is a bit of a personal tradition). The beach itself was long and comprised of 3 or 4 separately named beaches that went on for 2-3 miles. I figured a bit of exercise might wake me up a bit. I was pleased that the sand was quite firm and thus one could make decent progress along it. I meandered along the tide line, it was towards the back end of the season but the early parts were definitely busy. The voices I heard as I picked my way along the shore were German, Spanish, a few French and I think a few Dutch. English was mostly absent. Mostly family groups for the first part and I side-stepped a few sandcastles as I went. The reward for getting towards the end of the first named beach was my first topless bathers of the trip, and also stumbled past my first group of naked elderly Germans in their mahogany resplendence. I covered probably a further 1.5 miles of the shore until I found a perfect spot that had an agreeable ratio of textile to naked beachgoers before I laid stake to a spot, stripped off and enjoyed the sea and sun in my birthday suit. A couple of hours was probably enough sun for day one and I started to make my way back to the hotel.
The evening food at the hotel was surprisingly good considering. The downside of solo travel though is that evenings can be a bit dull in comparison to trips with friends/partners when its often the best bit. The hotel staff were genuinely pretty chatty though and spoke pretty solid English (sorry, my Spanish is awful) considering British tourists were about 3 or 4 down the list of non-natives who visited this hotel. So I had some chatter before turning in at a reasonable time before planning the following day.
I'll spare you the full minutiae but generally my days there were based around touring the island and visiting places that were 'all over tan' friendly. You see, this trip was a great time to scratch the itch of taking my clothes off. I'd had a weird relationship with my body over the years. I'd been exposed to it as a kid (occasional holidays in France where my family sure as hell didn't partake but a subset of the locals did) and was weirdly fascinated. Shyness or whatever meant I would've been mortified of the thought of going naked with >1 person present right into my 20s. Then by 30 I was weirdly obsessed with the idea. Sadly my other half was very much in the mortified school so basically I just didn't (i've always admired the couples where one does and one doesn't, but never quite got the nerve). So it became something i'd explore on my own and without her knowledge when the chance came up. Trip to Germany with work? Sauna time! Day off work heading out for a drive? Ridiculous long drive to a clothing optional beach! On the plus side, the occasional nature of it made it still feel rather special every time you got an opportunity.
About 3 days in the forecast I checked on my phone was distinctly not great. Good for a couple of hours in the morning and then a big front of thunderstorms were due to work through. My initial optimism that it might be wrong was proved false as I surveyed some very black clouds after breakfast and the first rains and rumbles appeared. Thinking of an alternate plan I considered that the hotel had a spa bit beyond the main pool. It was extra to pay but I thought it was better than nothing.
I checked in at the desk, charged the 20 euros to my room with my key card and received a couple of towels. The first part was a bit of a mixing bag. The spa pool was pleasant, the water jets great to the point they could probably take skin off your back with enough time. The Jacuzzis were a big let down, tepid to almost chilly. I ventured into the area where the steam rooms and sauna were meant to be. Initial hopes when I saw a saw a pair of doors with 'adults only beyond this point' etched into them (its a mostly German-frequented hotel so maybe its German rules here?) were high, but initially dashed when the handful of people milling around were very much in full swimwear.
Still, it was a great way to waste a few hours, especially so with the rain now cascading down and the occasional flash of lightning through the window. The sauna was dark but spacious and to an agreeably aggressive temperature. The steam rooms (for some reason it had two that were pretty much identical) were not the hottest i've been but still extremely pleasant. The tepid relaxation room had lovely beds but I regretted not having a book to hand and soon bored of them. I flitted between the hot rooms and the pool area a couple of times. After a couple of cycles I plonked myself back in the steam room. The inclement weather had obviously drew a few more guests into the spa. As I passed through the common area I saw some swimwear hanging outside the sauna.
I'd positioned myself at the far end of the steam room and had a view back onto the central area through the steamed up glass. Outlines of people occasional milled past. After about 10 minutes I came out and went for one of the cold showers adjacent. A Spanish couple were milling about, in the shower was a middle-aged naked German guy shouting something to his wife who was (also naked) and towelling herself off nearby. Whilst neither were much to look at at then it was a positive development. I took over the shower after him and the racks adjacent to the sauna were now adorned with much more swimwear including some bikinis. I mused that maybe it is 'continental rules' after all, or at least there was a groundswell of customers who thought so. I quickly chugged a couple of cups of water from the adjacent fountain, grabbed my towel, popped off my shorts and added them to the assortment of discarded swimwear and stepped into the darkness of the sauna.
A few moments of 'is this a good idea?' were soon quenched when my eyes adjusted to the lack of light and probably half of those present in the sauna were naked. Further reassurance followed that the swimwear adorned balance present didn't seem particularly bothered. I picked out a spot on an upper bench and made for it silently. Not quite like my trips to Berlin, but close enough. I relaxed in the heat and my eyes adjusted further to the dimly lit surroundings and I discretely took stock of the surroundings. It was mostly an older crowd. A naked portly older gent and his wife, her laid out naked along the bench with her head near his thigh. Adjacent and a tier down from them were two Spanish looking ladies, alas still adorned in bikinis but I pondered if they were related (older in her 40s/50s but still decent, the younger looked 18-20ish). Two more naked middle-aged gents bookended two women (one topless, the other naked as far as I could tell as she was leant forward and substantial and slightly saggy breasts blocked the view) who were quietly whispering to one another about I know not what. Then a couple of guys who appeared to be sat close enough to suggest they were each others company who both appeared to be wearing budgie smugglers. Then another older couple, her with the towel wrapped around her body. No straps so I suspected that was all she was wearing. A brief standing and adjustment of it on her part provided a brief enough flash that my suspicion was correct. Then just along from them was a lone woman. I would guess at 30ish, reclined against the bench. Lovely rounded but still hourglass figure. Hair tied back and skin gleaming with a fine layer of moisture. I took her in for a moment, I think she briefly glanced back and unlocked my gaze and worked some of the perspiration through my hair with my fingers.
A couple of people left the sauna and another older guy (late 50s, possibly into 60s) entered with a towel around his waist. He made his way directly to where my lone lady was sat and removed the towel before flinging it down next to her. She immediately acknowledged him and exchanged a brief embrace. "Lucky old sod" I thought.
The timer on my watch said 15 minutes had passed when they both got up and exited. I made my own exit a minute or two later, pulling the towel up around my waist. A number of people were milling around the central area in all levels of dress/undress. A shower was free so I popped my towel on one of the pegs and went over and set it to cold. After a quick rinse I noticed a few people stood around a stainless steel bowl into which was occasionally cascading dollops of crushed ice. I reached over and grabbed a handful and joined in the ritual of rubbing it over. I was still sufficiently hot that I didn't even shudder and it was a refreshing sensation. My eye candy was stood talking to her naked older partner but adorned in a towel, pity. Then a bit of a treat as she made for the shower. In discarding her towel I caught a glimpse of her backside (which definitely didn't disappoint) as she vanished out of my immediate view.
I saw a handful of people head towards the steam rooms. I too headed in that direction. The glass doors were steamed up and I picked one at random. I entered the circular void enough to enter the dense mist and make out the full amount of seating and I seemed to have picked the empty one. Oh well. I picked a spot and set myself down. I could make out shadows of figures and the sound of voices occasionally outside but no one came in. Then another shadow loomed closer and the door opened. A figure quickly stepped in and I could make it out it was her.
She elegantly placed herself down just inside the doorway, which afforded a good view through the mist. It really was quite hard taking your eyes off of her. She shifted around a bit and I feared she was leaving but was just getting herself comfy. Her settled position gave a clearer glimpse between her legs with an inviting slit crowned with a tiny but immaculately groomed patch of hair. She absentmindedly wiped the sweat from the top of her chest with one hand. An occasional glance came back but never for long.
I had a good few minutes of stolen glances at her by the time her partner joined us. Back on best behaviour and I closed my eyes. Some quiet whispers between them and then I opened my eyes as I heard the door go as they both exited. I stayed a little longer. A short middle-aged woman replaced them. Not great, not awful, done worse I thought. I imagined she was a librarian or school teacher by day. I was too hot now and left.
I only saw the couple briefly after that. I'd been in the spa for a few hours now and some slight crampy feelings suggested (despite staying on top of my hydration) i'd probably had enough. The storm outside was past its peak but still raining. I threw my swim shorts back on and my t-shirt, discarded a sodden towel into the hamper near reception and walked barefoot in the rain back to my room. I disrobed almost as soon as the door was closing behind me, had yet another quick shower, dried off and lay on the bed after setting an alarm for an hour's siesta. I awoke slightly before it was due to go off, finding myself in possession of a particularly strong erection. The spoken-for lady figured quite strongly in my thoughts as I rolled onto my back and vigorously dealt with it. My slightly messed up hydration meant the physical evidence of my ejaculation was a little at odds with the forceful sensation of it. A lay there slightly flushed with my semen spotted across my stomach for a while before about my hundredth shower of the day.
Dinner was a brief affair as I was starving by this point. It felt a little early to hit the bar immediately so I returned to the room for a bit after. I finished a cigarette, swilled a little mouthwash around and then made my way to bar. The usual exchange of pleasantries with the bar man who had befriended me and I sat at the bar chatting for a bit. A couple of rounds in and the bar area was getting a little busier and I decided to move away for a bit. I made my way away with drink in hand. I spotted her and her partner on one of the tables, she looked equally good with her clothes on. I was making way past when I heard a voice. "Care to join us?" I heard in a German accent from him. I stopped and turned and paused and replied "oh the spa, right?" as if I was plucking a distant recollection of our prior encounter. I accepted the offer and pulled a seat up on the opposite side of the semi-circular couch that they occupied.
His English was immaculate and way beyond the few simple bits of German that had ever lodged in my head. She didn't speak much to begin with and he was doing most of the talking. The usual things came up. Where we were from, how long were we here, places we'd been. Interesting enough that we started trading rounds of drinks. Conversation moved onto them two. "So are you two..." I enquired. "Yes, married." I pressed on, "so how did you meet?". She spoke "I used to work under him at his company". I internally turned her positional wording into a smutty pun and joked in my head "I bet you fucking did". I was intrigued. His clothes and jewellery suggested he was a man of fairly significant means. Was it true love or was she a gold-digger playing the long game? Not things one would ever ask in polite conversation. The chatter moved onto his line of work (nothing exciting, but clearly he'd been successful at it). He even mentioned his former wife and now adult kids briefly and their burgeoning careers. Sabine excused herself and headed for the bathrooms. Not long after she departed he gestured for me to come closer and asked me to come and sit next to him. Intrigued, I pushed my glass across the table and made by way around. Then things got decidedly surreal.
He leant close to me and said "Sabine is an attractive lady, yes?". I was slightly taken aback and thought momentarily how best to phrase my reply. "Oh yeah, I properly shot my load to her this afternoon" didn't seem like the right level. I went for a more reserved "yeah, lovely, you've hit the jackpot there for sure". He nodded and smiled. Then the weirdness turned up to 11. "Would you like to sleep with her?" I cocked my head slightly towards him, trying to measure the situation. I tried to play things cool, "Well, who wouldn't want to spend time with a woman with a figure like that?". He then became very specific, "we would both very much like you to have sex with her". Right, so i'm sat here on holiday and someone wants me to sleep with his wife. I became quite direct myself "So would I. How does this play out exactly?"
At this point she re-entered the periphery of my vision. He spoke something softly across me to her, she smiled at him and suddenly I was between the pair of them. She lent in. "So..." I began, without quite knowing what to progress that sentence with. I started over, "So, i'm led to believe you are seeking some company?" She smiled and touched my hand. Very matter of factly, "we're a little unconventional, but yes". He seemed rather pleased, and rose from his seat. "Perhaps another drink?" he offered. "Something short perhaps?". I thought a little, "brandy would be good". He nodded as if I had made a wise choice and proceeded away, leaving me and Sabine alone.
I'd never got an answer to my question about the specifics and I repeated my enquiry to her. She deadpan said "we have a suite if you wish to join us. He very much likes to watch. I hope that doesn't bother you?" It seemed a fair compromise given the rest of the proposal, and at least kind of ruled out some of the much stranger/exotic permutations i'd worked through. He returned with the drinks, it seemed we were all on brandy. I took a glass, he raised his and we raised ours back. I took a moment to take in the aroma and colour. The cheap stuff this emphatically wasn't. Then Sabine slugged hers back like it was some complimentary shot in a holiday bar, as did he. I savoured the first mouthful and the rest followed.
We followed the meandering dimly lit pathway through the complex towards the grander blocks at the far end. A couple and their raucous offspring barrelled past in the opposite direction. A lift took us up to the third and topmost floor. He grabbed a card from his trouser pocket, wafted it at the reader and the door clicked open. He ushered her through, then myself. It clicked shut behind the three of us. As we navigated into the gloom the lights came on one by one. Suffice to say their room was a significant upgrade on mine. The lounge area alone was bigger than my entire room. Like a parading cat her hips snaked her around the coffee table and she slid open the door onto their balcony. I followed her out. We overlooked the heart of the complex, the pool was gently lit and dotted snakes of lights marked out the various walkways. He appeared some moments later with yet more brandy in tumblers. We all savoured these much longer than the previous round. My mind was dual-processing the chit chat and also the practical issues of what was hopefully about to unfold. Where/when do we start? Whats off limits? Should I be wearing condoms? (I had none as I hadn't exactly planned on any of this). He announced "i'll give you too a little space" and then she approached me, took my glass and placed it aside and then leant into me. The deep kiss that followed at least gave the impression she was into me and for the first time my hands got to trace those curves i'd feasted only my eyes on previously. I returned the hint of tongue she had offered and it all felt incredibly natural and normal. She pulled away and smiled and led me into the lounge. He'd already taken a seat in a darker corner, the open bottle of cognac sat with his tumbler on an adjacent table. She gestured for me to stay put as she slinked her barefoot way towards him. He rose from the seat and she turned her back to him. Without speaking he knew to unzip the back of her dress. It loosened from around her shoulders and she let it slip off her shoulders one at a time. A strapless bra came into view that was straining to contain its contents. The dress slid down over her hips and revealed a lack of any panties. As it came to rest in a heap at her ankles she did a brief mock-embarrassed pose and stepped out of the pile. She briefly turned to give him a peck on the cheek and he sat back down. She made her way back to me and I we embraced once more. My hands repeated their prior exploration but with the electricity of skin to skin contact. My mouth slid away from hers and I tested the waters of kissing her neck and shoulders. The feedback was good, her skin smelled amazing. She sighed a little.
I steered her towards the cream leather sofa. My kissing had reached her breasts and was greeted with some positive sighs. The presence of an audience was something I wondered how i'd cope with but i'd already mostly shut the fact out. I upped the ante a bit and pushed her gently back. I sank to my knees and started to kiss around her hardening deep brown nipples. She started to yank my top off, I held off breaking away from her until the last moment as she pulled it off over my head before re-engaging hostilities. I started to work my way slowly southwards, I briefly glanced across at him. He was sat there studying the scene fairly impassively, tumbler in hand. I gently nudged her legs open and pushed them up slightly and started to tease down her thighs from the knee downwards. She opened a little further, obviously liking where this was going. I worked my way down and I could begin to smell her. I pulled her hips towards the edge of the cushion, her legs opened further and I finally tasted her for the first time. As my tongue gently divided her slit I could feel her wetness and warmth on my face. A hand rested on the back of my head suggesting I explore with greater urgency. She arched her back and forced her hips more towards my face. I inserted one finger into her slowly as I lapped away, she muttered something I understood not but took to be a gesture of appreciation. I felt on a bit of a roll and eventually introduced a second digit and curved them slightly. I pulled my face away and looked up her slumped in the sofa with a strained look on her slightly reddening face. I concentrated on the finger penetration and I was clearly playing the right notes as the colour deepened in her face and shoulders. Her eyes were screwed shut as I increased tempo then flew open as she let out a very audible moan (the patio door was still wide open and I wonder if anyone was passing by?). I felt her spasm but didn't let off. Eventually she guided my hand away, I brushed my wet fingers along the top of her thigh as I relented. She pulled me towards her and a very tongue heavy kiss followed. I could feel her heat and token pubic hair against my stomach. I was now desperate to be inside her and it was tempting in the extreme just to slip my pants off and hammer into her. She voiced that she also wanted me inside her, but in considerably more controlled fashion than my mind was currently contemplating. She pushed me back and led me to one of the bedrooms. He got up as we passed and followed along.
A couple of items of clothing that had been left on the bed were quickly brushed overboard. Our spectator pulled the chair from the dresser in the corner and took a new vantage point. She pulled me towards the bed and then sat at the end of it and eagerly started working away at my belt. She pulled at the back of the waistband of my underwear and its progress was firmly caught on my now very hard cock. Her hands ran around the waistband to the front and lifted the fabric over the obstruction, freeing it for the first time. She inspected it briefly then sank her mouth onto it. Bursts of current ran up my back. She didn't suck on it for too long as she had greater things in mind and it was frankly already more than in a good state for what needed to be done. Not breaking contact she shuffled herself further onto the bed with almost reverse breaststroke kicks. Her legs invitingly spread, she licked two digits of her right hand before sliding them inside herself, as if I needed pointers on what had to be done next.
Watching her penetrate herself, I got out of my jeans as fast as I could. With a slightly theatrical couple of strokes as a pre-launch check I joined her on the bed. Her hand was now urgently guiding me to enter her and I effortlessly slid deep inside her. She then briefly held me at the point of deepest entry. We then slowly started to fuck. Her legs and hips slowly flitted about as if trying to discover a perfect position where she could take every possible fraction of me.
I was now no longer in any rush, quite the opposite. We stuck at the initial missionary for a while until I felt the need to change things up a bit. Being aware we had an audience I decided to make a bit of a show of things. I rolled her over and got her on all fours facing him as he sat watching at a respectable distance, as I slid into her again from behind. She was looking at him anyway but as her hips bucked I grabbed a handful of her hair briefly and pulled her head back so they could see each other clearly. His previously deadpan expression was now threatening to break out into a smile. My previous slight disquiet with the idea had now changed into being something I was actively enjoying. I said to her loudly "why don't you tell him what i'm doing?". She embraced the idea and moaned out "he's deep in me, I can feel him slapping against me". Now she was clearly into the game I started to thrust a little harder and wet slapping noises rang out. I spread her pert cheeks to allow as much access, I started to idly play with her arsehole with my thumb. "He's touching my tight little arsehole" she narrated for him. I toyed with it for a while and then stopped, and was surprised when she reached back and started to rub her own finger in her arse crack. I took this as a sign of encouragement and resumed playing with it myself. I aimed a mouthful of spit that made impact at the top of her crack and then used my thumb to massage the saliva around her puckered hole. I tested the water a bit further by gently pressing it. She gleefully informed her husband "he has his thumb in my ass". He smiled a little more.
Once again the naughty devil on my shoulder was suggesting to stick something more than my thumb up there. Although experience has taught me that unlubricated anal rarely ends well and I wasn't going to break the rhythm to enquire about such practical matters. So back to concentrating on the doggy for now. I had hold of hips and was pulling her back onto me, that she seemed to quite appreciate. As did he. She obviously decided she wanted to try something a bit different and I was directed onto my back and she eagerly slipped onto me once more and began a mix of grinding and bouncing. The hypnotic bouncing of those magnificent tits drew me to playing with them with my hands and occasionally pulling at her hard nipples.
Our spectator sprung into life a little. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him stand. He walked around the perimeter of the bed, I half wondered if he was about to join the fray. Then he moved back towards his seat position and heard a zip go. Lay on the bed with his wife enthusiastically riding me, I craned my head around a little. I could make out his slightly wrinkly arse and him folding his trousers neatly before placing them on the dresser. He moved again out of sight and I craned my head the other way and he'd sat down again. He unbuttoned his shirt and it revealed his erection. The shirt was placed with the trousers and he resumed watching as before, his hard cock now on open view. I soon came to the conclusion that this was part of their game as she spoke in a strict tone to him "now remember, you are to leave it alone". Further instructions followed, "now go in the top drawer and bring me the bottle from it". He silently went in the drawer and passed her a small bottle and returned dutifully to his position. She unmounted me, purposefully opened the bottle, squeezed some of the contents onto a couple of fingers and reached behind herself, smiling as she did so. She then grabbed my shaft, squeezed another dollop liberally onto the head and massaged it thoroughly in. She was again astride of me and shuffled up my body. "Please, don't move until i'm ready" she ordered. I could feel my cock being positioned between her cheeks and millimetre by millimetre she started to press down against me. It slid away a little, she reset, she let out a little breath and I could feel the resistance of her hole fail. Gradually the tight grip of it slid down me, she occasionally winced but it was always followed by a slight grin. Once she'd accommodated enough she paused, as if to bask in her few moments work. She contorted her hips a little for angle and to take some weight off of me and encouraged me to slowly start thrusting.
Once her stretched hole had become accustomed to my presence she switched positions again to all fours. Additional lubrication was applied and I filled her magnificent arsehole once more. As if it wasn't obvious to all already, my German was sufficiently developed to at least roughly understand she was telling her husband quite graphically what was in where and how it felt. She then buried her face in the sheets as I continued to pump away. After a while she had enough and grabbed some wipes from near the bed. She methodically cleaned my cock, took a couple of mouthfuls of it as if to confirm she'd done an adequate job and declared she wanted to be penetrated more conventionally now. I decided to play to the crowd for a bit and pulled her into a sideways spooning kind of position. I adjusted the angles so her husband had a good view of my cock vanishing inside her. She seemed pleased enough with the change of angle. Especially so when I reached around a little and my fingers joined the fray.
She was getting quite worked up now and (whether it was planned or not) she took a little pity on our spectator. She directed him to the side of the bed and she reached out and grabbed his cock and gently stroked it as best she could. I could feel myself building and handed off the decision making on how and where I ended to her by informing her I was going to cum quite soon. Sabine turned slightly to me and said "not inside, I want it on my face". OK, that works for me.
I felt myself slowly building and didn't want to cut things too fine. She let go of her husbands member and scuttled off the bed. I advanced on her and he'd once again retreated to a thoughtful but still proximate distance. She played with my balls as I stroked myself off to the finishing line. The visuals of her killer body, hungry eyes, slightly open mouth were topped off as she slid a hand between her legs whilst she waited for me to empty myself on her. She barely flinched as thick cum splashed across her face and lips. She let out a slight dirty laugh as the last drops left me and deposited themselves on her.
Her attentions then turned to her husband. "Oh did you enjoy that my love? Look at what a mess he left." She reached out for his cock again. She continued to speak but was very much now focused on pumping his cock. "Did you like it when he came all over my face? Would you like to cum on me too? Well, would you?" He just nodded. She almost started to goad him. "I bet you can't muster a load like that." She was stroking him hard and rhythmically now. She took a finger of my jizz off her face and used it as makeshift lubricant. He was now shifting around and let out an almost slightly painful noise as he started to ejaculate. And ejaculate quite a lot he did, mostly over her neck and tits. "Good boy" she said, "very good boy". Then she kissed him gently on the lips. Then a surprising twist as she barked at him "now, clean up all this mess". Without so much as a flinch he then started to enthusiastically lick her tits clean of his cum. He then proceeded to lick up mine too of her face, she giggled a little as if an enthusiastic puppy was giving her a kiss.
Quite the show. They both turned to me and in unison said 'thank you' and then both turned away. I took that as my invitation to gather my things and leave and return to my room. A bizarre evening and a rather late but entirely worthwhile finish. I had no idea what to do with the impending following morning. I was still buzzing and I cracked open some beer i'd left in the room fridge for emergencies. I wandered out onto the patio and grass to the rear for a cigarette without initially realising I had not a stitch on. I didn't really care, any sane person was long asleep and in any case I felt like king of the world for a while at least.
The 7am flight was a reasonable thing to suffer. Breakfast at the airport, never really said much beyond exchanging pleasantries to the elderly couple I was sat with. At the other end it took a bit of effort to figure out the geography of the airport and find my car hire pick-up. A short ride later I quickly got my keys, figured out how to get my phone hooked up for navigation and was on my way, initially paranoid i'd take the first roundabout the wrong way. Thankfully I survived the maze of roads around the airport (and one false route the sat nav threw at me) and found my way to the sanctuary of the main motorway across the island. The best part of an hour of relative sanity and low stress followed.
My phone had settled down to offering relatively sensible routes from there onwards and I eventually saw the hotel looming up on me. Parking looked somewhat congested initially but because it was the middle of the day then I stumbled across a pocket of free spots near what I thought was the entrance. I left my bags in the car initially and checked in. Initial impressions were good and the receptionist showed me on the map where my room for the next few days was. I doubled back to the car and rolled my bags onwards.
Not gonna lie, I had hoped for a bit of a view. It wasn't awful but the ground floor room just opened onto a grassed area at the perimeter of the complex. I normally liked to overlook something but I guess it'd do. I unpacked, and for once my gear wasn't creased to buggery. Win. I changed into something a bit more suited to the climate (not roasting but was mid to high 20s) and stocked up on snacks and drinks at the shop just off the complex (not the cheapest, but would do to start me off). And then, well, I crashed for an hour after sending a text home to say i'd made this far in one piece.
The power nap worked and the pressure of a short break meant I needed to go out and explore. I went into the main town which was about 5 minutes away. I admit that with the roads being quiet I took one roundabout the wrong way (chalk it down to fatigue and natural habit), no harm done and try harder next time. Parking up was more hassle than I would've liked. The local beach was quite popular on the island and thus a lot of people had descended on the area. I lucked out with someone just leaving a spot in the central reservation of the main thoroughfare. I gingerly reversed in and actually nailed it first time. Another win.
I managed to grab some cigarettes at a shop during the 400m or so walk to where the beach started (sorry, but smoking on holiday is a bit of a personal tradition). The beach itself was long and comprised of 3 or 4 separately named beaches that went on for 2-3 miles. I figured a bit of exercise might wake me up a bit. I was pleased that the sand was quite firm and thus one could make decent progress along it. I meandered along the tide line, it was towards the back end of the season but the early parts were definitely busy. The voices I heard as I picked my way along the shore were German, Spanish, a few French and I think a few Dutch. English was mostly absent. Mostly family groups for the first part and I side-stepped a few sandcastles as I went. The reward for getting towards the end of the first named beach was my first topless bathers of the trip, and also stumbled past my first group of naked elderly Germans in their mahogany resplendence. I covered probably a further 1.5 miles of the shore until I found a perfect spot that had an agreeable ratio of textile to naked beachgoers before I laid stake to a spot, stripped off and enjoyed the sea and sun in my birthday suit. A couple of hours was probably enough sun for day one and I started to make my way back to the hotel.
The evening food at the hotel was surprisingly good considering. The downside of solo travel though is that evenings can be a bit dull in comparison to trips with friends/partners when its often the best bit. The hotel staff were genuinely pretty chatty though and spoke pretty solid English (sorry, my Spanish is awful) considering British tourists were about 3 or 4 down the list of non-natives who visited this hotel. So I had some chatter before turning in at a reasonable time before planning the following day.
I'll spare you the full minutiae but generally my days there were based around touring the island and visiting places that were 'all over tan' friendly. You see, this trip was a great time to scratch the itch of taking my clothes off. I'd had a weird relationship with my body over the years. I'd been exposed to it as a kid (occasional holidays in France where my family sure as hell didn't partake but a subset of the locals did) and was weirdly fascinated. Shyness or whatever meant I would've been mortified of the thought of going naked with >1 person present right into my 20s. Then by 30 I was weirdly obsessed with the idea. Sadly my other half was very much in the mortified school so basically I just didn't (i've always admired the couples where one does and one doesn't, but never quite got the nerve). So it became something i'd explore on my own and without her knowledge when the chance came up. Trip to Germany with work? Sauna time! Day off work heading out for a drive? Ridiculous long drive to a clothing optional beach! On the plus side, the occasional nature of it made it still feel rather special every time you got an opportunity.
About 3 days in the forecast I checked on my phone was distinctly not great. Good for a couple of hours in the morning and then a big front of thunderstorms were due to work through. My initial optimism that it might be wrong was proved false as I surveyed some very black clouds after breakfast and the first rains and rumbles appeared. Thinking of an alternate plan I considered that the hotel had a spa bit beyond the main pool. It was extra to pay but I thought it was better than nothing.
I checked in at the desk, charged the 20 euros to my room with my key card and received a couple of towels. The first part was a bit of a mixing bag. The spa pool was pleasant, the water jets great to the point they could probably take skin off your back with enough time. The Jacuzzis were a big let down, tepid to almost chilly. I ventured into the area where the steam rooms and sauna were meant to be. Initial hopes when I saw a saw a pair of doors with 'adults only beyond this point' etched into them (its a mostly German-frequented hotel so maybe its German rules here?) were high, but initially dashed when the handful of people milling around were very much in full swimwear.
Still, it was a great way to waste a few hours, especially so with the rain now cascading down and the occasional flash of lightning through the window. The sauna was dark but spacious and to an agreeably aggressive temperature. The steam rooms (for some reason it had two that were pretty much identical) were not the hottest i've been but still extremely pleasant. The tepid relaxation room had lovely beds but I regretted not having a book to hand and soon bored of them. I flitted between the hot rooms and the pool area a couple of times. After a couple of cycles I plonked myself back in the steam room. The inclement weather had obviously drew a few more guests into the spa. As I passed through the common area I saw some swimwear hanging outside the sauna.
I'd positioned myself at the far end of the steam room and had a view back onto the central area through the steamed up glass. Outlines of people occasional milled past. After about 10 minutes I came out and went for one of the cold showers adjacent. A Spanish couple were milling about, in the shower was a middle-aged naked German guy shouting something to his wife who was (also naked) and towelling herself off nearby. Whilst neither were much to look at at then it was a positive development. I took over the shower after him and the racks adjacent to the sauna were now adorned with much more swimwear including some bikinis. I mused that maybe it is 'continental rules' after all, or at least there was a groundswell of customers who thought so. I quickly chugged a couple of cups of water from the adjacent fountain, grabbed my towel, popped off my shorts and added them to the assortment of discarded swimwear and stepped into the darkness of the sauna.
A few moments of 'is this a good idea?' were soon quenched when my eyes adjusted to the lack of light and probably half of those present in the sauna were naked. Further reassurance followed that the swimwear adorned balance present didn't seem particularly bothered. I picked out a spot on an upper bench and made for it silently. Not quite like my trips to Berlin, but close enough. I relaxed in the heat and my eyes adjusted further to the dimly lit surroundings and I discretely took stock of the surroundings. It was mostly an older crowd. A naked portly older gent and his wife, her laid out naked along the bench with her head near his thigh. Adjacent and a tier down from them were two Spanish looking ladies, alas still adorned in bikinis but I pondered if they were related (older in her 40s/50s but still decent, the younger looked 18-20ish). Two more naked middle-aged gents bookended two women (one topless, the other naked as far as I could tell as she was leant forward and substantial and slightly saggy breasts blocked the view) who were quietly whispering to one another about I know not what. Then a couple of guys who appeared to be sat close enough to suggest they were each others company who both appeared to be wearing budgie smugglers. Then another older couple, her with the towel wrapped around her body. No straps so I suspected that was all she was wearing. A brief standing and adjustment of it on her part provided a brief enough flash that my suspicion was correct. Then just along from them was a lone woman. I would guess at 30ish, reclined against the bench. Lovely rounded but still hourglass figure. Hair tied back and skin gleaming with a fine layer of moisture. I took her in for a moment, I think she briefly glanced back and unlocked my gaze and worked some of the perspiration through my hair with my fingers.
A couple of people left the sauna and another older guy (late 50s, possibly into 60s) entered with a towel around his waist. He made his way directly to where my lone lady was sat and removed the towel before flinging it down next to her. She immediately acknowledged him and exchanged a brief embrace. "Lucky old sod" I thought.
The timer on my watch said 15 minutes had passed when they both got up and exited. I made my own exit a minute or two later, pulling the towel up around my waist. A number of people were milling around the central area in all levels of dress/undress. A shower was free so I popped my towel on one of the pegs and went over and set it to cold. After a quick rinse I noticed a few people stood around a stainless steel bowl into which was occasionally cascading dollops of crushed ice. I reached over and grabbed a handful and joined in the ritual of rubbing it over. I was still sufficiently hot that I didn't even shudder and it was a refreshing sensation. My eye candy was stood talking to her naked older partner but adorned in a towel, pity. Then a bit of a treat as she made for the shower. In discarding her towel I caught a glimpse of her backside (which definitely didn't disappoint) as she vanished out of my immediate view.
I saw a handful of people head towards the steam rooms. I too headed in that direction. The glass doors were steamed up and I picked one at random. I entered the circular void enough to enter the dense mist and make out the full amount of seating and I seemed to have picked the empty one. Oh well. I picked a spot and set myself down. I could make out shadows of figures and the sound of voices occasionally outside but no one came in. Then another shadow loomed closer and the door opened. A figure quickly stepped in and I could make it out it was her.
She elegantly placed herself down just inside the doorway, which afforded a good view through the mist. It really was quite hard taking your eyes off of her. She shifted around a bit and I feared she was leaving but was just getting herself comfy. Her settled position gave a clearer glimpse between her legs with an inviting slit crowned with a tiny but immaculately groomed patch of hair. She absentmindedly wiped the sweat from the top of her chest with one hand. An occasional glance came back but never for long.
I had a good few minutes of stolen glances at her by the time her partner joined us. Back on best behaviour and I closed my eyes. Some quiet whispers between them and then I opened my eyes as I heard the door go as they both exited. I stayed a little longer. A short middle-aged woman replaced them. Not great, not awful, done worse I thought. I imagined she was a librarian or school teacher by day. I was too hot now and left.
I only saw the couple briefly after that. I'd been in the spa for a few hours now and some slight crampy feelings suggested (despite staying on top of my hydration) i'd probably had enough. The storm outside was past its peak but still raining. I threw my swim shorts back on and my t-shirt, discarded a sodden towel into the hamper near reception and walked barefoot in the rain back to my room. I disrobed almost as soon as the door was closing behind me, had yet another quick shower, dried off and lay on the bed after setting an alarm for an hour's siesta. I awoke slightly before it was due to go off, finding myself in possession of a particularly strong erection. The spoken-for lady figured quite strongly in my thoughts as I rolled onto my back and vigorously dealt with it. My slightly messed up hydration meant the physical evidence of my ejaculation was a little at odds with the forceful sensation of it. A lay there slightly flushed with my semen spotted across my stomach for a while before about my hundredth shower of the day.
Dinner was a brief affair as I was starving by this point. It felt a little early to hit the bar immediately so I returned to the room for a bit after. I finished a cigarette, swilled a little mouthwash around and then made my way to bar. The usual exchange of pleasantries with the bar man who had befriended me and I sat at the bar chatting for a bit. A couple of rounds in and the bar area was getting a little busier and I decided to move away for a bit. I made my way away with drink in hand. I spotted her and her partner on one of the tables, she looked equally good with her clothes on. I was making way past when I heard a voice. "Care to join us?" I heard in a German accent from him. I stopped and turned and paused and replied "oh the spa, right?" as if I was plucking a distant recollection of our prior encounter. I accepted the offer and pulled a seat up on the opposite side of the semi-circular couch that they occupied.
His English was immaculate and way beyond the few simple bits of German that had ever lodged in my head. She didn't speak much to begin with and he was doing most of the talking. The usual things came up. Where we were from, how long were we here, places we'd been. Interesting enough that we started trading rounds of drinks. Conversation moved onto them two. "So are you two..." I enquired. "Yes, married." I pressed on, "so how did you meet?". She spoke "I used to work under him at his company". I internally turned her positional wording into a smutty pun and joked in my head "I bet you fucking did". I was intrigued. His clothes and jewellery suggested he was a man of fairly significant means. Was it true love or was she a gold-digger playing the long game? Not things one would ever ask in polite conversation. The chatter moved onto his line of work (nothing exciting, but clearly he'd been successful at it). He even mentioned his former wife and now adult kids briefly and their burgeoning careers. Sabine excused herself and headed for the bathrooms. Not long after she departed he gestured for me to come closer and asked me to come and sit next to him. Intrigued, I pushed my glass across the table and made by way around. Then things got decidedly surreal.
He leant close to me and said "Sabine is an attractive lady, yes?". I was slightly taken aback and thought momentarily how best to phrase my reply. "Oh yeah, I properly shot my load to her this afternoon" didn't seem like the right level. I went for a more reserved "yeah, lovely, you've hit the jackpot there for sure". He nodded and smiled. Then the weirdness turned up to 11. "Would you like to sleep with her?" I cocked my head slightly towards him, trying to measure the situation. I tried to play things cool, "Well, who wouldn't want to spend time with a woman with a figure like that?". He then became very specific, "we would both very much like you to have sex with her". Right, so i'm sat here on holiday and someone wants me to sleep with his wife. I became quite direct myself "So would I. How does this play out exactly?"
At this point she re-entered the periphery of my vision. He spoke something softly across me to her, she smiled at him and suddenly I was between the pair of them. She lent in. "So..." I began, without quite knowing what to progress that sentence with. I started over, "So, i'm led to believe you are seeking some company?" She smiled and touched my hand. Very matter of factly, "we're a little unconventional, but yes". He seemed rather pleased, and rose from his seat. "Perhaps another drink?" he offered. "Something short perhaps?". I thought a little, "brandy would be good". He nodded as if I had made a wise choice and proceeded away, leaving me and Sabine alone.
I'd never got an answer to my question about the specifics and I repeated my enquiry to her. She deadpan said "we have a suite if you wish to join us. He very much likes to watch. I hope that doesn't bother you?" It seemed a fair compromise given the rest of the proposal, and at least kind of ruled out some of the much stranger/exotic permutations i'd worked through. He returned with the drinks, it seemed we were all on brandy. I took a glass, he raised his and we raised ours back. I took a moment to take in the aroma and colour. The cheap stuff this emphatically wasn't. Then Sabine slugged hers back like it was some complimentary shot in a holiday bar, as did he. I savoured the first mouthful and the rest followed.
We followed the meandering dimly lit pathway through the complex towards the grander blocks at the far end. A couple and their raucous offspring barrelled past in the opposite direction. A lift took us up to the third and topmost floor. He grabbed a card from his trouser pocket, wafted it at the reader and the door clicked open. He ushered her through, then myself. It clicked shut behind the three of us. As we navigated into the gloom the lights came on one by one. Suffice to say their room was a significant upgrade on mine. The lounge area alone was bigger than my entire room. Like a parading cat her hips snaked her around the coffee table and she slid open the door onto their balcony. I followed her out. We overlooked the heart of the complex, the pool was gently lit and dotted snakes of lights marked out the various walkways. He appeared some moments later with yet more brandy in tumblers. We all savoured these much longer than the previous round. My mind was dual-processing the chit chat and also the practical issues of what was hopefully about to unfold. Where/when do we start? Whats off limits? Should I be wearing condoms? (I had none as I hadn't exactly planned on any of this). He announced "i'll give you too a little space" and then she approached me, took my glass and placed it aside and then leant into me. The deep kiss that followed at least gave the impression she was into me and for the first time my hands got to trace those curves i'd feasted only my eyes on previously. I returned the hint of tongue she had offered and it all felt incredibly natural and normal. She pulled away and smiled and led me into the lounge. He'd already taken a seat in a darker corner, the open bottle of cognac sat with his tumbler on an adjacent table. She gestured for me to stay put as she slinked her barefoot way towards him. He rose from the seat and she turned her back to him. Without speaking he knew to unzip the back of her dress. It loosened from around her shoulders and she let it slip off her shoulders one at a time. A strapless bra came into view that was straining to contain its contents. The dress slid down over her hips and revealed a lack of any panties. As it came to rest in a heap at her ankles she did a brief mock-embarrassed pose and stepped out of the pile. She briefly turned to give him a peck on the cheek and he sat back down. She made her way back to me and I we embraced once more. My hands repeated their prior exploration but with the electricity of skin to skin contact. My mouth slid away from hers and I tested the waters of kissing her neck and shoulders. The feedback was good, her skin smelled amazing. She sighed a little.
I steered her towards the cream leather sofa. My kissing had reached her breasts and was greeted with some positive sighs. The presence of an audience was something I wondered how i'd cope with but i'd already mostly shut the fact out. I upped the ante a bit and pushed her gently back. I sank to my knees and started to kiss around her hardening deep brown nipples. She started to yank my top off, I held off breaking away from her until the last moment as she pulled it off over my head before re-engaging hostilities. I started to work my way slowly southwards, I briefly glanced across at him. He was sat there studying the scene fairly impassively, tumbler in hand. I gently nudged her legs open and pushed them up slightly and started to tease down her thighs from the knee downwards. She opened a little further, obviously liking where this was going. I worked my way down and I could begin to smell her. I pulled her hips towards the edge of the cushion, her legs opened further and I finally tasted her for the first time. As my tongue gently divided her slit I could feel her wetness and warmth on my face. A hand rested on the back of my head suggesting I explore with greater urgency. She arched her back and forced her hips more towards my face. I inserted one finger into her slowly as I lapped away, she muttered something I understood not but took to be a gesture of appreciation. I felt on a bit of a roll and eventually introduced a second digit and curved them slightly. I pulled my face away and looked up her slumped in the sofa with a strained look on her slightly reddening face. I concentrated on the finger penetration and I was clearly playing the right notes as the colour deepened in her face and shoulders. Her eyes were screwed shut as I increased tempo then flew open as she let out a very audible moan (the patio door was still wide open and I wonder if anyone was passing by?). I felt her spasm but didn't let off. Eventually she guided my hand away, I brushed my wet fingers along the top of her thigh as I relented. She pulled me towards her and a very tongue heavy kiss followed. I could feel her heat and token pubic hair against my stomach. I was now desperate to be inside her and it was tempting in the extreme just to slip my pants off and hammer into her. She voiced that she also wanted me inside her, but in considerably more controlled fashion than my mind was currently contemplating. She pushed me back and led me to one of the bedrooms. He got up as we passed and followed along.
A couple of items of clothing that had been left on the bed were quickly brushed overboard. Our spectator pulled the chair from the dresser in the corner and took a new vantage point. She pulled me towards the bed and then sat at the end of it and eagerly started working away at my belt. She pulled at the back of the waistband of my underwear and its progress was firmly caught on my now very hard cock. Her hands ran around the waistband to the front and lifted the fabric over the obstruction, freeing it for the first time. She inspected it briefly then sank her mouth onto it. Bursts of current ran up my back. She didn't suck on it for too long as she had greater things in mind and it was frankly already more than in a good state for what needed to be done. Not breaking contact she shuffled herself further onto the bed with almost reverse breaststroke kicks. Her legs invitingly spread, she licked two digits of her right hand before sliding them inside herself, as if I needed pointers on what had to be done next.
Watching her penetrate herself, I got out of my jeans as fast as I could. With a slightly theatrical couple of strokes as a pre-launch check I joined her on the bed. Her hand was now urgently guiding me to enter her and I effortlessly slid deep inside her. She then briefly held me at the point of deepest entry. We then slowly started to fuck. Her legs and hips slowly flitted about as if trying to discover a perfect position where she could take every possible fraction of me.
I was now no longer in any rush, quite the opposite. We stuck at the initial missionary for a while until I felt the need to change things up a bit. Being aware we had an audience I decided to make a bit of a show of things. I rolled her over and got her on all fours facing him as he sat watching at a respectable distance, as I slid into her again from behind. She was looking at him anyway but as her hips bucked I grabbed a handful of her hair briefly and pulled her head back so they could see each other clearly. His previously deadpan expression was now threatening to break out into a smile. My previous slight disquiet with the idea had now changed into being something I was actively enjoying. I said to her loudly "why don't you tell him what i'm doing?". She embraced the idea and moaned out "he's deep in me, I can feel him slapping against me". Now she was clearly into the game I started to thrust a little harder and wet slapping noises rang out. I spread her pert cheeks to allow as much access, I started to idly play with her arsehole with my thumb. "He's touching my tight little arsehole" she narrated for him. I toyed with it for a while and then stopped, and was surprised when she reached back and started to rub her own finger in her arse crack. I took this as a sign of encouragement and resumed playing with it myself. I aimed a mouthful of spit that made impact at the top of her crack and then used my thumb to massage the saliva around her puckered hole. I tested the water a bit further by gently pressing it. She gleefully informed her husband "he has his thumb in my ass". He smiled a little more.
Once again the naughty devil on my shoulder was suggesting to stick something more than my thumb up there. Although experience has taught me that unlubricated anal rarely ends well and I wasn't going to break the rhythm to enquire about such practical matters. So back to concentrating on the doggy for now. I had hold of hips and was pulling her back onto me, that she seemed to quite appreciate. As did he. She obviously decided she wanted to try something a bit different and I was directed onto my back and she eagerly slipped onto me once more and began a mix of grinding and bouncing. The hypnotic bouncing of those magnificent tits drew me to playing with them with my hands and occasionally pulling at her hard nipples.
Our spectator sprung into life a little. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him stand. He walked around the perimeter of the bed, I half wondered if he was about to join the fray. Then he moved back towards his seat position and heard a zip go. Lay on the bed with his wife enthusiastically riding me, I craned my head around a little. I could make out his slightly wrinkly arse and him folding his trousers neatly before placing them on the dresser. He moved again out of sight and I craned my head the other way and he'd sat down again. He unbuttoned his shirt and it revealed his erection. The shirt was placed with the trousers and he resumed watching as before, his hard cock now on open view. I soon came to the conclusion that this was part of their game as she spoke in a strict tone to him "now remember, you are to leave it alone". Further instructions followed, "now go in the top drawer and bring me the bottle from it". He silently went in the drawer and passed her a small bottle and returned dutifully to his position. She unmounted me, purposefully opened the bottle, squeezed some of the contents onto a couple of fingers and reached behind herself, smiling as she did so. She then grabbed my shaft, squeezed another dollop liberally onto the head and massaged it thoroughly in. She was again astride of me and shuffled up my body. "Please, don't move until i'm ready" she ordered. I could feel my cock being positioned between her cheeks and millimetre by millimetre she started to press down against me. It slid away a little, she reset, she let out a little breath and I could feel the resistance of her hole fail. Gradually the tight grip of it slid down me, she occasionally winced but it was always followed by a slight grin. Once she'd accommodated enough she paused, as if to bask in her few moments work. She contorted her hips a little for angle and to take some weight off of me and encouraged me to slowly start thrusting.
Once her stretched hole had become accustomed to my presence she switched positions again to all fours. Additional lubrication was applied and I filled her magnificent arsehole once more. As if it wasn't obvious to all already, my German was sufficiently developed to at least roughly understand she was telling her husband quite graphically what was in where and how it felt. She then buried her face in the sheets as I continued to pump away. After a while she had enough and grabbed some wipes from near the bed. She methodically cleaned my cock, took a couple of mouthfuls of it as if to confirm she'd done an adequate job and declared she wanted to be penetrated more conventionally now. I decided to play to the crowd for a bit and pulled her into a sideways spooning kind of position. I adjusted the angles so her husband had a good view of my cock vanishing inside her. She seemed pleased enough with the change of angle. Especially so when I reached around a little and my fingers joined the fray.
She was getting quite worked up now and (whether it was planned or not) she took a little pity on our spectator. She directed him to the side of the bed and she reached out and grabbed his cock and gently stroked it as best she could. I could feel myself building and handed off the decision making on how and where I ended to her by informing her I was going to cum quite soon. Sabine turned slightly to me and said "not inside, I want it on my face". OK, that works for me.
I felt myself slowly building and didn't want to cut things too fine. She let go of her husbands member and scuttled off the bed. I advanced on her and he'd once again retreated to a thoughtful but still proximate distance. She played with my balls as I stroked myself off to the finishing line. The visuals of her killer body, hungry eyes, slightly open mouth were topped off as she slid a hand between her legs whilst she waited for me to empty myself on her. She barely flinched as thick cum splashed across her face and lips. She let out a slight dirty laugh as the last drops left me and deposited themselves on her.
Her attentions then turned to her husband. "Oh did you enjoy that my love? Look at what a mess he left." She reached out for his cock again. She continued to speak but was very much now focused on pumping his cock. "Did you like it when he came all over my face? Would you like to cum on me too? Well, would you?" He just nodded. She almost started to goad him. "I bet you can't muster a load like that." She was stroking him hard and rhythmically now. She took a finger of my jizz off her face and used it as makeshift lubricant. He was now shifting around and let out an almost slightly painful noise as he started to ejaculate. And ejaculate quite a lot he did, mostly over her neck and tits. "Good boy" she said, "very good boy". Then she kissed him gently on the lips. Then a surprising twist as she barked at him "now, clean up all this mess". Without so much as a flinch he then started to enthusiastically lick her tits clean of his cum. He then proceeded to lick up mine too of her face, she giggled a little as if an enthusiastic puppy was giving her a kiss.
Quite the show. They both turned to me and in unison said 'thank you' and then both turned away. I took that as my invitation to gather my things and leave and return to my room. A bizarre evening and a rather late but entirely worthwhile finish. I had no idea what to do with the impending following morning. I was still buzzing and I cracked open some beer i'd left in the room fridge for emergencies. I wandered out onto the patio and grass to the rear for a cigarette without initially realising I had not a stitch on. I didn't really care, any sane person was long asleep and in any case I felt like king of the world for a while at least.
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