Vacation in Paradise
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As I admired my bikini-clad figure in the dressing room, I knew that all of the exercise and dieting had been worth the sacrifice. At 39, my petite body was as toned and supple as it had been in my early 20s. The white string bikini contrasted beautifully with my long strawberry blond hair and green eyes and perfectly accentuated my perky 34 C breasts and the tight curves of my ass. Having climbed enough stairs on the gym stair climber to reach the moon and back in the past 4 months, I was relieved to see such startling results.
My husband Mark and I have been married for 15 years. I met Mark in University, where we both studied Fine Arts. Deeply in love, our marriage was initially very happy. We both wanted a f****y and were deeply troubled that despite a very active sex life, I failed to get pregnant. As the years passed, our busy careers, he an art dealer and me an art history professor, dominated our lives and we resigned ourselves to a c***dless marriage.
Like many couples we have had our rough patches. Mark’s work takes him out of town for long stretches, during which time boredom and loneliness frequently get me down. We have both had, and admitted to, brief extramarital affairs. While we certainly don’t have an open marriage, our adultery did not cripple our marriage. In fact, in some respects, we emerged stronger as a couple.
Yet, there was a steady decline in our love life. Familiarity, in our case, seemingly removed the passion that once fuelled our sex life. Mark had always been an amazing and creative lover. But in the past few years, our increasingly infrequent sex left me unsatisfied and needing something more. This was greatly troubling as my sex drive is insatiable. I found myself having to satisfy my own sexual desires with an ever-growing arsenal of sex toys and pornography. Even when we had sex, Mark never made me cum and I resorted to madly rubbing my clit to orgasm each time he retired to the bathroom following sex.
Hoping to rekindle the passion and romance, I booked a trip to Mexico at a 5 Star all inclusive adults only resort over Valentine’s Day. A week away from work and the day to day routine that dominated our lives could be just what we needed to get back on track.
We both adore Mexico and the resort was beyond my expectations. The Pacific Ocean provided dazzling views and the beach and pools were filled with predominately attractive tanned young couples enjoying the perfect weather and scenery. I indulged my exhibitionist nature lounging in my new skimpy swimwear. Far from put off by this, Mark loved the fact that other men constantly leered at me. This wasn’t new, he often encouraged me to dress provocatively when we went out. He seemed to get off by knowing that men (and women) found me so desirable.
As I had hoped, we enjoyed some of the best sex we had had in years during our Mexican vacation. Mark seemed more engaged and passionate and we fucked every day. While I still failed to reach anything approaching a powerful orgasm, I was content to get myself off as needed and I was impressed by Mark’s obvious efforts to please me.
On the final day of our vacation, Mark scheduled a snorkeling adventure for us. We had already done so many activities, that I asked him if he would mind if I passed on the 7 hour tour and remained at the resort reading my book and swimming. Far from upset, Mark was happy to have me stay behind as he had met a couple of guys who were avid divers, without me tagging along, they could dive in some more exciting and challenging areas. Mark left in the early morning while I continued to lounge in bed.
I love to swim in the ocean, whereas Mark prefers the calm of the resort pools. As a result, I hadn’t spent much time in the ocean during the trip and I relished the thought of spending the day in the sand and surf. I put on my bright yellow bikini, a pair of black shorts that barely concealed my ass and made my way to the quiet beach. The smell of the clean ocean air was intoxicating. I found a beach chaise and stripped down to my bikini. I could feel the eyes of several men on me as I slathered my body with suntan lotion. A waiter approached and asked me if I would like a drink. I ordered one of those fancy little umbrella drinks that taste like they have no alcohol but nevertheless pack a definite wallop. I sipped away contentedly at one, then another, while relaxing and watching the beautiful tanned bodies parading on the beach.
Pleasantly buzzed and relaxed, I decided to venture into the warm ocean water. I soaked in the experience, regretting that this was our last day in this paradise. The surf felt wonderful as I floated carelessly. I noticed a familiar looking man swimming near me. He had been on our tour into the local town and I had seen him around the resort pools and restaurants. I drifted over to say hello.
“Hi Sarah!”, he said. I was impressed that he had remembered my name. Tom was about 45. He had brought his son and daughter to the resort to celebrate her 21st birthday. Tall and muscular, Tom had chestnut hair with graying temples and bright blue eyes. He reminded me of Don D****r, with the same clean cut, intense appearance. I was instantly attracted to him and my flirtatious side emerged.
“Where are the k**s today?”, I asked.
“They decided jet skiing and sea kayaking would be more fun that spending the day with their old dad”, he laughed. “And your husband?”
“He decided sailing and snorkeling would be more fun that spending the day with his old wife! Don’t you think I’m more interesting to look at than a bunch of fish”, I quipped.
Tom winked and said “I suppose that depends on the fish… but it’s extremely doubtful”.
Tom and I talked easily while enjoying the sun and warm water. We shared stories about our vacation and our families. Tom confided that he was a widower, having lost his wife to cancer a little over a year ago. High school sweethearts, they had been married for over 20 years.
The more Tom and I talked, the more my attraction to him grew. My dark sunglasses allowed my eyes to wander all over his carved physique. In return, I caught him repeatedly stealing glances at my breasts. I decided to give him a better view and moved to the shore in order to show off my tight behind.
As I looked over my shoulder to see if he was following (he was), a huge wave rushed toward me and knocked me down, badly twisting my ankle in the process. The resulting undertow dragged me along the sand and back into deeper water. I cried out and Tom instantly appeared at my side to help.
“Oh, I twisted my ankle”, I said wincing.
“OK, don’t put any weight on it, I’ve got you”.
Tom gently scooped me out of the water and carried me confidently to the shore before placing me on my beach chaise.
“My hero!”, I exclaimed.
“No worries, I’m a volunteer firefighter. Now let’s take a look at that ankle”. Tom carefully examined my ankle, rotating it cautiously, and asking me to wiggle each of my toes. “Nothing broken”, he announced. “I’ll be right back with something that will take care of it”, he said before striding away as I admired his beautiful form.
Tom returned shortly with a bag of ice in one hand and two Margaritas in the other. Placing the ice on my ankle, he said, “this should numb the pain”. He then handed me the drink and said “And if the ice doesn’t work, this will”.
I kissed Tom on the cheek and we clinked our glasses, “Here’s to my personal heroic firefighter saving me from the perils of the sea!”.
“Actually, I’m a tax lawyer, I only fight fires a few days a year, but you probably wouldn’t have let a lawyer examine your injured ankle!”
The ice and the drink worked like a dream and the pain in my ankle quickly subsided. The sun was hot and I felt like an early afternoon siesta. I thanked Tom again and started gathering up my things to return to my room at the resort.
“Need any help?”, Tom asked.
“No, that OK, I’m think I’m cured”.
“It’s no problem, I was just about to go up as well.”
“I don’t want to trouble you”, I said.
“Actually, I’m not especially gallant, I think we are neighbors, I’m in 3624”, he replied.
“Are you serious, we are in 3625!”, I said in a surprised tone.
“I know, I saw you two leaving the room the day after our shopping tour”.
We walked slowly down the beach and back to the resort. Reaching our rooms, I gave Tom another peck on the cheek and opened the door to my room.
“So, we are both on our own today, would you like to have a quick drink?, Tom asked.
“Sure, but let’s say in a half an hour, I’m going to have a quick shower and try to recover my dignity after that fall! See you soon”.
My heart was racing as a slipped off my bikini and stepped into the shower. Although I had been flirting with Tom, I hadn’t remotely considered things progressing any further. But as the warm water flowed over my body and I squeezed my soapy tits, I began to fantasize about Tom. My sensitive areolas were swollen and puffy. I pinched my long, thick nipples before letting my fingers drift slowly down to my cleanly shaven pussy. My meaty lips and clit were engorged and couldn’t help letting my fingers explore my womanhood. Conscious that Tom was waiting patiently for me, I quickly finished my shower, now flushed with excitement.
In my aroused state, I decided to put on the white string bikini that I had purchased especially for this trip. Although it had seemed a good idea at the time, I hadn’t yet worked up the courage to wear such an itsy-bitsy bikini in public. I slid the bottoms on and carefully adjusted the ties, admiring my taught exposed buns in the mirror. The gusset barely concealed my pussy and my camel toe was evident through the thin fabric. The top hugged my big tits and my erect nipples were clearly visible, protruding proudly. Wanting to preserve a measure of modesty, I threw on a sheer black kimono style cover-up that d****d loosely over my body. I quickly applied some make-up, styled my hair, and slipped on a pair of sexy wedge sandals.
I knocked on Tom’s door. He quickly appeared, looking drop dead gorgeous in a white linen shirt and tight black shorts. “Ready to go?”, I asked.
Pointing to the table on his balcony set with two glasses and a colourful array of fruits and deserts, Tom replied “I thought we could just stay here if that’s OK with you”. Needless to say it was. Tom poured me a crisp dry glass of Sauvignon blanc. I savoured the wine and the moment, taking in the breathtaking view of the ocean. It was paradise. I finished the last of the delicious food Tom had procured, a tasty chocolate-dipped strawberry, before letting out a contented sigh and leaning back in my chair and putting my feet up on Tom’s legs. He smiled and gently caressed my injured ankle.
“How is this little ankle doing now?”, he asked.
I smiled and told him that it was still a bit sore. He responded by continuing his delicate ministrations, focused on my ankle but straying from my foot all the way up my calf. Tom seemed momentarily lost in thought, before his eyes drifted slowly from my leg across my body then gazing into my eyes.
“Your husband is an extremely lucky man. You’re so gorgeous. I’m so jealous. I probably shouldn’t say this but I’ve been thinking about you all week. It hasn’t helped that we share a wall”, he said coyly.
I blushed at the thought that Tom had heard Mark and I having sex though the wall. It further aroused me to know that he had been turned on listening to our lovemaking and that he had been one of the men quietly appreciating my figure around the resort pools. Succumbing to my growing lust, I stood up, looked Tom in the eye, and motioned for him to follow me inside to his room. As he eagerly followed, I did a slow pirouette and seductively removed my cover-up.
“Do you think I’ve gotten a bit too much sun?”, I said running my fingers over my now slightly pink shoulders.
Tom nodded and quickly retrieved some aloe vera lotion. “I have just the thing, lay down”, he commanded.
I did as instructed and lay face down on Tom’s king-sized bed. He began to gently work the lotion all over my shoulders and back. I reached back and undid the two ties on the bikini top and moved them to the side to allow Tom unimpeded access to my neck and back. He continued his expert massage which was driving me crazy with desire. His strong hands eventually worked down to my lower back. Without warning, Tom’s fingers cautiously slipped under my bikini bottom and he cupped my buttock. I sighed contentedly. Tom leaned over and whispered in my ear “Hola”. I slowly turned my head and my lips met his. We kissed passionately. I twisted on the bed and turned to face Tom, my full breasts exposed and pointing towards him. His hands instinctively cupped and delicately squeezed them. I unbuttoned Tom’s shirt, as we continued our deep French kiss.
Tom interrupted our kiss in order to remove his shirt, while I turned my attention to unbuttoning and unzipping his shorts. As I pulled his underwear down, his cock sprung free. My eyes were as wide as saucers admiring his impressive prick. Tom stripped down and lay down beside me on the bed. We continued to make out like teenagers while I reached down and lightly stroked Tom’s ever-engorging cock. His dick was a bit shorter than Mark’s at about seven inches, but its awe-inspiring girth nearly doubled that of my husband. With a diameter approaching that of a soda can, I couldn’t even wrap my fingers completely around it. I continued to stroke him with one hand while grinding my pussy into Tom’s muscled thigh.
I reluctantly released my grip, got up and straddled Tom, bearing down on his cock with my bikini-clad mound. I leaned over, crushed my breasts against his chest, wrapped my arms around him and whispered, “I think I owe you a massage”. He nodded his approval. I leaned back, grasped the strings of my bikini bottom and simultaneously pulled until the bows untied and the fabric fell. I lasciviously removed the bottoms by sliding them slowly across my smooth wet slit and rested my pussy on the underside of Tom’s huge cock. “Have you ever had a pussy massage?, I asked. His eyes gleamed and I reached for his cock, placed it between my wet lips and ground them back and forth on the underside of his shaft. His prick glistened with my pussy juice as I continued with my slow tease for several minutes. My clit was throbbing. I grabbed Tom’s cock by its base, gripped it tightly, and stroked up to the head. I large clear drop of pre-cum leaked out and I greedily licked it off my finger. The delicious combination of sweet and salty and inflamed me even more.
As much as I wanted Tom inside me at the moment, I postponed impaling myself on his prick and in a sultry voice said “I want you to eat me”. I playfully kissed the head of Tom’s cock then slid my pussy up his body before positioning it above his waiting full lips. Tom proved to be an expert cunnilinguist. Not since a bi-sexual fling with my university roommate nearly 20 years ago, had my pussy ever been subjected to such seductive ministrations. Initial light and delicate lapping and sucking of my pussy lips, gave way to Tom positively devouring my clit. On the brink of orgasm, I grabbed the back of Tom’s head with one hand, smothering him with my pussy, while gripping the headboard with the other and screaming while I came quivering in delight. I rose up, removed my pussy from Tom’s mouth and collapsed on top of him. We kissed deeply, tasting my juice, as I continued to moan from the continuing pleasure.
After a few moments to catch my breath, I kissed down Tom’s neck, to his chest, stopping momentarily to lick his cute nipples, before snaking my tongue down his tight abs to his still firm penis. Less than an inch from my now salivating mouth, the sheer size of Tom’s cock was genuinely imposing. I took it gently in both hands and slowly licked up the full length of his shaft. His prick twitched in my hand. I flicked the purple head with my tongue, before taking it into my mouth. I managed to suck the head and f***ed a few inches of the thickly-veined shaft into mouth. Tom groaned in pleasure as I simultaneously sucked and stroked him. His hips undulated slowly as I continued to devour him. I released his cock from my mouth just long enough to rub it all over my face. Not wanting him to cum yet, I stopped and ordered Tom to fuck me with his enormous cock.
I climbed on top of Tom and placed the tip of his throbbing cock against my wet and waiting pussy. Closing my eyes, I bit my bottom lip and rocked my hips back expecting to take Tom’s hardness to the hilt. My pussy seemed tighter than it had ever been and the sheer size of Tom’s cock strained against the walls of my vagina. I managed to take only two or three inches, before my tiny pussy resisted against further onslaught. I slowly raised my hips and eased down again, over and over until I finally managed to engulf every inch of Tom’s cock. My pussy creamed and squeezed as Tom gripped my hips and I slowly rode him, moaning loudly as he brought me close to the edge. Tom sat up slightly and began to lick, suck and nibble my huge nipples.
“Sarah, you are so amazing!”, Tom exclaimed. I leaned forward and kissed him again. He grabbed hold of my ass and started to f***efully fuck my sopping pussy. I whimpered and groaned with every powerful thrust. Again, my tingling pussy started to cum hard as a leaned back and wildly buck my pussy back and forth with Tom’s hard dick deep inside me. This second orgasm was even more overpowering than the first and my pussy throbbed. I climbed off him and fell to the bed to catch my breath. Ever the gentleman, Tom allowed me a moment to recover as he gently stroked my hair.
Emerging from my pleasure c*** I smiled at Tom and said “I want to make you cum!”. He directed me to get on my hands and knees. I placed my head on the bed, spread my legs and raised my ass proudly in the air fully expecting that Tom was about to fuck my little pussy hard doggy style. Instead, Tom moved down to my pussy and slowly licked from the hood of my clit, up my lips, pausing briefly at the entrance to my pussy, before assaulting my asshole. I screamed as Tom lapped away at my ass while manipulating my clit with his thumb. I adore analingus but had been too reserved to Mark to service me. Tom seemed to understand every one of my hidden desires and attended to them expertly. I screamed “Yes Tom, eat my asshole”. I delighted in the attention that he was providing to my every orifice.
I urged him to fuck me again and grabbed a pillow and hugged it tightly while continuing to present my pussy with my ass high in the air. Tom thrust into me hard, taking strong hold of me by the hips and slamming into my ass with his pelvis. The unmistakable sound of the violent thrusting filled the room along with our moans and groans. Taking one hand off my hip, Tom positioned his index finger at the entrance of my asshole and gentle inserted the tip, while continuing to fuck my pussy. I grabbed hold of his hand and urged him to finger my ass more deeply. I looked back at him over my shoulder and cooed “You like that baby?”. His long, powerful strokes provided the obvious answer.
“Turn over Sarah”, Tom asked. I reluctantly did as ordered given how close I was to coming again. I took the pillow I had been holding, lifted my hips off the bed and thrust the pillow underneath my ass. “Fuck me hard Tom, make me cum” I screamed. I grabbed my knees tightly and pulled them back to give perfect access to my drenched pussy. My pussy still felt incredibly tight, but it now easily accommodated Tom’s cock. We were both so close to cumming. I watched his gorgeous cock pounding into me and could feel my pussy tightening. I released the grip on my knees and wrapped my legs tightly around Tom as he slammed into me. I screamed for him to fuck me harder and faster and he quickened him pace and shortened his strokes. I came harder than I have in my life, almost feeling that I was losing all control of my body. Simultaneously, I felt Tom’s cock started to twitch and convulse inside me. He removed his cock and started to pump it with his hand. I felt a gush of liquid pour from my pussy and flood over my ass and he withdrew. Huge, thick streams of cum spurted from Tom’s cock, landing upon my cheek, chin, neck, and breasts. I grabbed for Tom’s cock and stroked it, milking the last drops of cum from him which fell onto my pussy mound. Drenched with cum, my pussy continued to spasm with the after effects of my powerful orgasm. I sat up and took Tom’s still raging hard on into my mouth and sucked and licked his head, tasting the last of his ejaculate.
“Sorry about that”, Tom said as he gently wiped his cum from my cheek. I assured him that I didn’t mind by taking his cum-covered finger into my mouth and swallowing every last drop. I proceeded to lick his cum off of my tits and massaged the rest into sensitive pussy as he looked on wide-eyed with amazement. We lay down on the bed, kissing and snuggling like long-lost lovers. We quickly agreed that it was the best sex that we had ever had.
We had been going at it for over an hour at this point. Mark would be back soon, so I got up and asked Tom if I could use his shower. He followed closely behind and joined me in the massive walk-in shower. I began kissing him again (he was a really great kisser!) and we soaped each other’s bodies seductively. I played with Tom’s huge and slippery balls while he lavished attention on my firm breasts. Again succumbing to my unbridled lust, I turned, placed my hands against the shower wall, and beckoned Tom to fuck me. His prick was at full attention again and he quickly entered me from behind as I squeezed my legs together tightly and bucked my hips to meet his deep thrusts.
After several minutes in this position, Tom withdrew his mighty cock and sat down on the marble bench in the shower. I sidled over and mounted him, placing my feet beside him on the bench. I rode Tom harder than ever, having become accustomed to his impressive girth. He lapped furiously at my hard nipples as I wrapped my arms around him and pounded down on him in swift hard strokes. I breathlessly announced I was cumming and Tom took over the thrusting and came inside me. We held each other silently for a moment before I climbed off him and sucked our juices from his cock. I dipped two wet fingers into my pussy and felt the mixture of my secretions and Tom’s hot cum. I offered my wet finger to Tom and said “taste”. He eagerly did so and we ended with another deep French kiss.
I slowly got back into my bikini and grabbed my cover-up. Not wanting the afternoon with Tom to end, but wanting to get back to my room before Mark, I hugged Tom and whispered “Thank you for a perfect day. You are incredible”.
“So are you”, Tom said. He handed me his business card and wrote down his personal email and urged me to contact him soon. I promised and I knew that it was a promise I would keep. I tearfully left his room and returned to my own.
I sighed, saddened that I had to leave Tom. I entered the bedroom area of our room and shrieked to see Mark laying on the bed.
“What are you doing here, you weren’t supposed to be back for another hour?”, I stammered. Mark explained that the snorkeling trip had to be cut short as the ocean became too rough for their small craft. He had searched around the resort looking for me, but returned to the room over two hours ago to wait for me. My head was swimming, if he had been here the whole time, he must have heard the sexual antics from next door. Did he know it was his shy and reserved wife wildly fucking on the other side of that wall? Or that another man’s cum was at this very moment leaking from my still throbbing pussy?
Mark was distant and despondent for the rest of the evening. He hardly spoke during dinner and complained that he was not feeling well. I still didn’t know if this signaled that he knew of my adulterous afternoon having heard it all through the wall. The thought bothered and, oddly, excited me, at the same time. In any event, Mark was not letting on. It was our last night of vacation and I begged Mark to come out and enjoy the evening. He adamantly refused maintaining that his head was pounding.
“You’re welcome to go out tonight. No sense in us both being stuck in this room sweetie”, he announced.
I pondered the idea. I could hear the sounds of live jazz rising from the bar in the resort lobby and it was pulling me in. Mark said that he was going to have a bath and then get to bed early as we had a long day of travel ahead of us tomorrow.
Not wanting to waste the night I accepted Mark’s offer to go out and enjoy the night. I slipped into a tight wrap-around aquamarine dress that bisected my breasts perfectly. Still feeling frisky, I decided against any underwear and added high-heeled pumps. I kissed Mark on the cheek and told him that I hoped he was feeling better then left. I paused in the hallway, wondering if I should ask Tom out. I stood motionless and uncertain for a few moments before gently knocking on his door. He appeared with a huge smile on his face, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me into his room. I whispered in his ear that I wanted him to come and play. His k**s had gone to the resort night club, so he eagerly agreed.
We made our way to the main lounge of the resort and listened to the smooth jazz trio. Tom ordered Champagne and we soon downed the bottle while listening to the music. Tom’s hand stroked my leg under the table and I leaned into him and started to run my fingers playfully through his hair.
“Let’s get out of here”, he said.
I instantly agreed and we headed hand in hand to the beach. Reaching the pitch-black ocean, we found a chaise and held each other close. The beach was mostly deserted, but a few couples strolled by occasionally as Tom and I made out under the stars. His hands strayed under my dress and found my once again moist pussy. I moaned as he rubbed my clit, biting his neck and ears in a vain attempt to muffle the sounds of my pleasure. I removed his hand and undid and opened my dress, leaving it on but exposing my breasts and pussy. I playfully jumped on Tom who was sitting up and playing with my tits. I kissed him, and whispered to him to take off his pants.
Tom’s cock sprang out already hard. I got up and quickly scanned the beach to insure that we were alone. I sank down on my knees are greedily sucked on Tom’s cock, managing to get more than half of it into my willing mouth. Several minutes into my ministrations, Tom tapped my shoulder urgently, signaling that we were not alone. I stopped, sat up, closed my dress and sat quietly beside Tom waiting impatiently for the couple to pass.
Amazingly, Tom remained rock hard despite this interruption. The thought of potentially being watched seemed to fuel our passions. I mounted Tom again in reverse cowgirl and leaned back laying on top of him. He wildly fucked me as I frigged my clit, pressing it hard against the base of his cock. Suddenly, his cock erupted. I reached for it and jacked him off as arcs of jism splashed on my chest. I needed to cum so badly. I recklessly threw caution to the wind and ripped off my dress and positioned my pussy over Tom’s mouth in a delicious 69. He expertly licked and sucked on my clit until I came in a frenzy, stuffing Tom’s now soft cock in my mouth to quell my deep moans.
Once again soaked in sperm, I sprinted to the ocean and rinsed my body in the warm salt water, then hurried back toward Tom who had acquired a beach towel which he lovingly wrapped around me in an ardent embrace.
I regained my composure, dressed, and we made our way back to our rooms. It was the perfect ending to a perfect day.
I removed my dress and slipped naked into bed beside Mark.
Our marriage would never be the same…
Vera
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