Vacation In Paradise

[angelique127]

Howdy, my name is Isabella Anderson and I'm a young, married, southern female from South Carolina with a fantastic body and a sex drive that has been described as nymphomanic. Unfortunately, my hubby, who is ten years older than me, doesn't share the same desires. In his defense, he does work long hours { a workaholic } and we are very wealthy, which pleases me tremendously. Charles is a thoughtful and sensitive guy, except when it comes to his rather lackluster interest in sex. It simply happens alot less than I imagined it would and is more or less non existant ! Boring... not that I don't go out of my way to try to entice him, by wearing sexy clothes and silky undergarments, heels and stockings, lingerie and such, but nothing seems to arouse him.

Anyway, I'm sure you are already tired of hearing me whine, but my hubby was being sent to Cancun, Mexico for a week to attend a convention. I begged him to take me, but Charles actually had the gall to say that I would distract him. After insisting that I would not do any such thing, and to behave myself, and promising to keep a very low profile, he finally agreed to let me accompany him. Bless his little ol' heart !

I was so excited that I rushed out and purchased four little tiny bikinis, and a few seductive, skimpy outfits, shoes, had a brazilan wax and spent hours in the tanning booth....

 

[Me24U]

Luis

I was hired basically as eye candy by this exclusive resort. My name is Luis, and I’ve lived my life in Cancun, working hard to get to America and start my own business. I was willing to do most anything it might take to save money to start my new life in a new country.

I studied hard and mastered the English language, learning to leave just a touch of Mexican accent to turn the ladies’ heads. I take care of my body, fine tuning it to the type of man the women fantasize about meeting in a resort, far away from home.

My body was bronze from the warm sun and days spent on the beach. My chest had minimal amount of hair, a line trailed down my abs, my pits hairy, my groin trimmed but not shaved. The mornings of jogging along the ocean hardened my calves and thickened my thighs. The stretching and squats I did to stretch my muscles before my daily runs benefited my ass, making it irrestible for women to grab. I kept my hair short except for the back where it was just long enough for the ladies to tangle with their fingers.

Indiscretions by employees like me were pretty much encouraged at this resort, so long as it’s discreet. It’s those indiscretions that keep my blood flowing, keep me working for my ultimate goal. My hunger for and enjoyment of sex certainly helps as well. My job, if one could call it that, was to hang out, be a part of the crowd, accept the invitations from the guests and encourage them if necessary.

It had been a slow week, few visitors, and even fewer guests looking for companionship. Today was the beginning of a new week, a new group of guests. I was hopeful as I sat at the bar, sipping my beer.

 

[bumwarmer4u]

Let me help you out

Let's take care of all your problems.

 

[angelique127]

day one

The hotel was simply divine !

Charles, on the other hand, complained of jet lag and insisted on taking a nap shortly after our arrival, but not before I managed to make him promise to take me to lunch at one of the four grand hotel restaurants later this afternoon. Immediately he started snoring, so I quickly unpacked and stepped out on the balcony that overlooked the pool. Several couples were enjoying the clear water and sipping drinks in the shade of palm trees or at the floating catina. I decided to tan at the pool in my skimpy new bikini tommorrow while Charles golfed at the nearby course.

Letting my husband sleep, I took a shower, being careful not to get my hair wet and then dressed in a white miniskirt and matching silk blouse. I was determined to get some well deserved attention from hubby despite his deep devotion to his career and this stupid convention. Feeling naughty, I purposely went without panties, wanting to tease him and hoping to make him at least alittle bit horny, so maybe he would ravish me on our return to the room...

I had to admit Charles looked kind of silly in his bermuda shorts and polo shirt as we entered the dining room. His skinny legs desparately needed some color. We were seated at a table not far from the bar, which was empty except for a single guy seated drinking a beer. He was rather dark and handsome and well muscled and I noticed that his eyes were checking me out. I was used to making male heads turn, they liked the swell of my ample, firm breasts, among other things.

The young, latin waiter, when he came to take our order, stared also.

" My God, darling, must you constantly show off your cleavage ? '' Charles admonished, after his departure.

" I can't help it, honey, if men stare. It's not my fault ! " I defended, pleased that my husband at least noticed my female attributes.

Pedro brought us our tropical drinks, grinning broadly and made no attempt to hide his lusty gaze.

" Damn wetbacks ! " Charles muttered under his breath.

" Charles, how could you say such a thing ! " I protested, shockked at his racial slur.

We sat in silence for a few moments, until he excused himself to use the restroom. Once he was out of sight, I couldn't resist a peek at the nice looking gentleman seated at the bar. Our eyes met, and I actually blushed !

I'm not sure what came over me, maybe it was the heat of the moment, or I was flattered by this guy's attention but I couldn't resist the temptation...but I slowly and delibertly uncrossed my long legs{ Sharon Stone style} knowing that he could see everything, since my little ol' skirt was so short, before crossing them again...

 

[Me24U]

Sitting at the bar I watched as various guest wandered in and out, some stopping at the restaurant for lunch. Most of the guests came as couples, but, there were a few guests by themselves. I made mental notes while watching; selecting the ones whom I thought might be interested in some vacation fun.

I was on my second beer when this one particular couple entered the restaurant. I chuckled with the bartender at the man’s white legs and Bermuda shorts. “But look who he is with,” I said grinning back at the bartender, “Now she would be worth spending some quality time with, I bet her pussy is sorry lacking attention.” The bartender shook his head and moved further down to re-fill a patron’s drink.

I could just imagine my broad hand sliding up under her short white skirt as my tongue probed between her pouty little lips. My cock began to swell with thoughts of my chest pressing against her soft large breasts. I wondered why they barely spoke through lunch, why would any man pay so little attention to a sexy number like her. Hell, if I was in his place, we’d be in our room naked feasting on each other’s bodies, not down here eating. He must be one of those men who spend more attention on their business than their wives. Well, that was fine by me; I got all the time in the world to lavish attention upon her, they way she deserved.

I made it apparent I was watching her when her husband got up and headed towards the restroom. What happened next even surprised me. My eyes widened as she seductively uncrossed her long legs, revealing herself to me. I wondered if she could see my cock jerk inside my shorts at the view she was offering. I could spend hours kissing and rubbing those legs, slowly working my way up to make her pussy wetter than it’s even been.

She noticed my stare, we made eye contact, and I tipped my beer her way to acknowledge that I appreciated the view. I quickly jotted my cell number down on a napkin and had Pedro deliver her a drink along with the napkin. She glanced at the napkin before folding it into her hand and looking back my way. I pursed my lips as if kissing her and winked just before her husband arrived back to the table.

I finished my beer and made my way to their table, extending my hand to the gentleman as I welcomed them to the resort. Letting go of his hand, I lifted hers to my lips, placing a non-threatening kiss on the top of her delicate hand.

“Welcome to our fine resort.” My eyes turned from her back to her husband, “If you find yourself in meetings all day sir, I hope you wouldn’t mind if I look after your beautiful wife. I’m sure you want to make sure not only that she remain safe while here, but maybe enjoy herself as well?”

I excused myself to let them ponder my offer and headed out towards the pool.

 

[angelique127]

the chemistry...

I wasn't surprised when the waiter brought me the napkin, but I quickly folded it and shoved it into my purse. Charles would flip out if he discovered that I flashed a total stranger and been rewarded with his phone number. Upon my husband's return, I avoided making eye contact with the good looking stud sitting at bar. This proved hard to do as I listened to Charles drone on and on about the boring aspects of the game of golf...

Suddenly, my heart skipped a beat when the young latin man boldly came over to our table. He politely shook my hubby's hand and then took ahold of my hand and kissed it. I swear I felt the sparks fly between us...

" Welcome to our fine resort. If you find yourself in meetings all day, sir, I hope you wouldn't mind if I looked after your beautiful wife. I'm sure you want to make sure she remains safe while here, but maybe enjoy herself as well ! "

The handsome and charming stranger excused himself and left. I glanced at Charles to see his reaction. He appeared unfazed, munching on his scampi.

" Can you believe how bold he was ? " I asked, trying to hide my discomfort.

'' Well he does speak very good English. '' Charles remarked wiping his face with a napkin.

'' Do you mean that you are not at least a little bit jealous ? A good looking young man offers to show me a good time and it doesn't bother you ? "

" No dear, I'm not worried about him. The guy is of the lower class and makes a living sucking up to rich American tourists. Don't be so gulliable, darling. " Charles patted my hand and called for the check.

Charles does not have a clue... I thought.


Afterwards Charles went off to get a register for the golf tourniment, while I went back to our room alone. My romantic fantasies of making mad, passionate love all afternoon were dashed. Here we were, in exotic Mexico and my hubby could care less. I decided to go down to the pool and wear my sheer Wicked Weasel bikini and soak up some sun. Why wait until tommorrow ? Besides, I could use another exotic coconut flavored drink ! Immediately I noticed the bold, young latin stud playing volleyball, from behind my sunglasses...

 

[Cubby]

Charles

OOC

Charles Anderson
40's
5' 10"
medium build
Graying dark brown hair
Blue eyes

Charles is a real company man. To those that know him he is the epitome of the corporate workaholic. He breathes and eats his business. Charlie doesn't have casual conversations over lunch at work. He prefers to talk about work. Why waste even a moment on idle chit chat when there is work to be done. It's not that he has no interest in other things, he wants the world for his wife. Charles was never the champion of the romantic superbowl as a young man. He studied hard and worked harder to be the best at what ever he did. That made for a stable career and life but certainly didn't attract many of the girls in High School or Coeds in college. As time went on Charlie forgot about his personal interests and threw himself into work and study. Until Isabella came along.

Charlie was taken completely by surprise when he met Isabella. She was stunning and so much fun to be around. She had a love of life that made him wish he could have studied less and partied more. He fell completely in love with her from the start. Having never developed or mastered the social skills that other men had Charlie was not equipped to show Isabella how much he cared in a conventional way. Instead he set about creating a life for her that was beyond comfortable. What he did not realize was that no amount of gilding would make their marriage more than a cage for a spirit like Isabella. That is until it was already too late and things between them had cooled.

Now Charlie sought solace in his work, the only love he had known before Isabella's. He was no fool. He knew she was an incredible flirt and would likely act on her impulses sooner rather than later. All he needed to determine was, what he intended to do about it.

IC

I really hadn't wanted to bring her along on this trip. She had cajoled me into taking her anyway. It wasn't that I didn't want her to have fun. hardly, Isabella was going to have fun no matter what anyone said or did to the contrary. Besides, seeing her radiant smile reminded me of just how much I loved her. So, I caved in readily. Another bonus of taking her along would be that I would have some idea of where she was and what she was doing while I attended the conference. Who knows, there might even be time to work something out between us. I knew I wasn't measuring up romantically and I truly wanted to change that, but I didn't know how to deal with it.

Isabella loves her skimpy and tight clothing. I don't mind her attire either. When it is intended for me. Though she had taken on a brazen behavior lately. She wore the clothes she used to reserve for my eyes only in public settings. Isabella was bound to get some attention from someone, anyone. It aggravated me and she knew it. I think it fed some of her need for attention when I asked her to cover up or remarked about the nature of her clothing.

From the moment we arrived in Cancun men were groping her with their eyes. That wasn't all. Some of them even followed along for a time in the airport. I said she was stunning once, but Isabella is more than that. She exudes sensuality. From her hair to her fingertips, everything about her is exciting and attracts the attention of men and women. With all of that attention it's no wonder that I was exhausted and frustrated by the time we reached the hotel room. I made up an excuse about jet lag and took a nap.

When I awoke Isabella was waiting by the side of the bed. I wasn't quite sure if she was waiting for the lunch I ad promised her or whether she was actually watching me with real love. I hoped for the latter as I dressed and escorted her down to the restaurant. Her outfit was simple and only served to accentuate her beauty. A white miniskirt and matching silk blouse. So perfect for her. I loved to see her dressed in her favorite clothes it made me feel as though there might be hope for me yet. She smirked when she saw what I was wearing. I wondered what was wrong with a pair of Bermuda shorts and a polo shirt. Since she didn't bother to correct anything I wore I thought the smirk was for something else I had done, or. . . not done lately.

When we finally were seated at the restaurant we had a little row about all of the attention being lavished on her chest by the local men and boys. Isabella made some pathetic excuse about it not being her fault if men paid attention to her. Damn it infuriated me when she said things that way. As if I were not a man and they were for paying attention to her. A some point I cursed about them as being wetbacks. She was shocked I would call them that. I felt ridiculous having said it. Afterall, in order to be wetbacks they would have had to be in the U. S. since this was their country they could hardly be wetbacks. Still, it was stupid of me and I was ashamed of my behavior. I excused myself and retreated to the restroom to throw some water on my face.

I had to get myself under control if I ever expected to keep her.

 

[Cubby]

When I came back from the restroom I had hardly sat down and one of the hotel gigolos' came over to ply his trade. He introduced himself and gave me a limp handshake that just screamed slimeball. I nodded and smiled and basically ignored him. He wanted money and/or sex and not necessarily in that order.

He gave me some pathetic pitch about seeing to my wife if I were busy at the conference. Dear god the cheek of this SOB. Why not just say it you bastard? If you don't mind, I'll fuck your wife while you work to put clothes on her back and food in her belly. What the fuck ever slimebag.

Then Isabella starts in on me

." Can you believe how bold he was ? "

I played it off. Isabella was always looking to get some sort of bad reaction out of me. I remarked about his smooth use of English and pretended to be ignorant of the direction she wanted the conversation to go into.

'' Do you mean that you are not at least a little bit jealous ? A good looking young man offers to show me a good time and it doesn't bother you ? "

Yes, that's right Isabella I want to peddle your fine ass out to the highest bidding lowest class inbred SOB I can find. Of course I couldn't say that here. I was sort of at work even down here at lunch. I told Isabella what I thought of Julio or whatever his name was and warned her not to be so trusting. I knew she was basically a nice woman and could be a little on the trusting side. Then there was her dangerous side. Put the two together and there's a real recipe for disaster.

So I let her go on thinking that I was the same old ignorant wretch she had come to regard me as. She had no clue.

 

[Me24U]

I had just finished a hot sweaty game of volleyball when I saw her. She sat stretched out in a lounge chair across the pool from where I had left my towel and water bottle. I chugged the bottle down, letting some run down my neck and chest. I wasn’t sure if she was watching me or not, her shades providing her security.

She was free of her husband and wore the skimpiest of bikinis, skimpy even by the standards of a tropical resort like this one. Her body looked absolutely terrific; the material so sheer very little was left to one’s imagination.

I decided I’d better jump into the pool to wash off the sweat before I approached her with the offer of buying her a drink. I dove into the deep end and swam under water until I could stand. Shaking the water off my hair and face, I lazily floated cooling my body off. Eventually I swam over towards her and lifted myself out of the water.

I sat on the end of a lounge chair next to her, now able to fully admire her body. Her bikini even more sheer than I had thought. The thought of getting her naked, of pleasuring her body was arousing.

I extended my hand towards her, “I don’t think I properly introduced myself in the restaurant, my names Luis. It’s a shame your husband has left you alone to fend for yourself. Would you like some company?”

 

[Cubby]

I left her there at the table. I gave her the pretext of registering for the golf tournament. I just had to find a way to think for myself. That was one of the reasons I didn't really want to bring her along. I had thought that the conference trip to Cancun would be a good time to decompress and get my head straight about life in general.

Conferences were a good place to come and just zone out. About half of your time at these things was taken up with mundane business meetings and lectures on different aspects of the workplace. The other half was socializing and relaxation. I planned on taking part of the latter more than the former. Until Isabella convinced me to take her along.

So, I went out and registered for the tournament. I didn't even really like golf that much, though it did give me the chance to relieve some stress. I was lolling around the clubhouse and overheard some typical locker room conversation. Some of the guys were talking about this hot woman over by the pool. They were all talking about her tiny bikini and how well her tits filled it out. The usual kind of talk you hear in the locker room. A couple of the guys were saying how they planned on "bagging" that one before they left. I smiled and thought, "Who wouldn't want to? She sounded hot."

When they went on to describe her a little better I grew suspicious. So I went out to the deck to look at her. Sure enough they were all talking about "bagging my wife." She was laying there in the afternoon sun practically naked. I had to admit they were right Isabella was on fire. I was standing there staring at her feeling myself becoming aroused when Julio or whatever his name was showed up again. I watched for a second or two. He was so damned transparent. Almost as easy to see through as Isabella's bathing suit.

I couldn't stand to watch any more.

 

[angelique127]

My choice of swimwear was causing quite a stir...

One middle-aged woman even admonished her her man for lustfullystaring at me. I couldn't hear everything that was being said but I did hear her call me a wanton barbie doll. Whatever...she wished she could look like me ! Not that it was doing me any good, my own hubby could care less and probably would scold me if he saw me wearing such a risque' bikini.

I watched the four young, tanned muscular studs playing a game of volleyball while I relaxed on a lounge chair. I recognized the one from inside the bar and he was beyond a doubt, the best looking of them all. He had taken off his shirt which showed off his broad, solid chest. From behind the protection of my sunglasses I could watch him at my liesure.

Before long the game broke up, and the young stud dove into the pool, swimming about. I couldn't help but notice those big, hard and taunt muscles in motion. Eventually the stranger swam in my direction. When he emerged his wet skin was glistening in the sun adding to his appeal !

He introduced himself as Luis and said since I was all by my lonesome, would I like some company ?

" I suppose...if you would be so kind as to buy me a rum drink with a little ol' umbrella. I'm absolutely parched ! '' I offered. Hopefully it wouldn't be very hard to convince Luis to massage a little tanning lotion onto my skin. My best friend Renee' once told me that when she vacationed in Cancun last year she had cabana boys offering to cover her with oil by the poolside every day or so...

 

[Cubby]

As I walked back into the clubhouse and then outside to the trail leading around the golf course I wondered what the hell I was going to do. Somewhere along the way I had lost sight of what was really important. I saw it just a few minutes ago. My Isabella was amazing. There are works of art on display in museums that do not come close to what she can do to a man. Hell, she was doing it to me right now.

We had become distant over the years since our marriage. Somehow I had begun to think that the way to keep her was to give her things. To keep in her living in a lifestyle she seemed to adore. Each time I thought I had given her what she wanted she changed a little more. Becoming more brazen in her behavior. It seemed like nothing I did was good enough for her. At first I thought it was about getting my attention and making me a little jealous.

As time went by I realized it was less about getting a rise out of me as it was about some sort of revenge for neglecting her. I knew that it wouldn't be long before she was in bed with someone like Pepe down there. Why not? He gave her what she craved and he had what she needed. I also knew that soon she wouldn't care about keeping her little games and indiscretions hidden. If I didn't find a way to fix things in the near future I would come home to Pepe and the volleyball all stars taking turns with Isabella in our room.

Walking along the trail I realized I needed to either get with the program or get ready to be a voyeur to my wife's sexual exploits.

 

[Me24U]

Isabella, she introduced herself as, was more than accepting to my offer of buying her a drink. I ordered a mango daiquiri, complete with pineapple and cherry for her, water for myself, wanting to maintain peak performance.

I offered to apply more sunscreen and she readily agreed. I imagined my hands covering her smooth tummy, my fingers casually grazing over her hardened nipples. She saw it differently, casually rolling over onto her stomach. Fine by me, as long as my hands had a chance to entice her body I was fine.

I lathered the sunscreen in my hands before touching her shoulders. Shoulders that were so petite my hands easily consumed them. She didn’t balk when I untied the strings to her top allowing complete access to her back.

I wanted nothing more than to lay my body over hers, rest my cock against her ass. I knew better than that though, not only were we out in public, but she was a married woman.

It was when my hands were rubbing the sun screen over her taut legs that I noticed him. From the corner of my eye I saw her husband, standing there, wondering what the hell was going on. I didn’t really care that he was watching. My hands slide between her legs, my fingers desperately close to her pussy. Hell, if he got off on watching, who was I to say no. As long as I got to pleasure her, as long as I was pleasured, my evening would be complete.

Her legs spread for me as if telling me to go further; that what I was doing was good. While what I wanted was to fuck this sexy vixen, right there, along side the pool, I knew her husband would never go for it. How, I wondered would I get her to her room, or my room for that matter. My cock was rock hard, wanting to be released from my suit. I needed her to suck me, to let me fuck her like he couldn’t do.

I took a chance that usually worked. My tongue snaked along the center of her back, from just above her ass all the way to her neck. Licking her ear, “Maybe this would be better if we went to your room?” I knew it was a chance, she probably had no idea her husband was watching. She most likely would be worried he might walk in on us. Then again, maybe that was what they both wanted.

 

[angelique127]

Those strong male hands lathered with the warm, scented and slippery oil was simply divine. I closed my eyes, drifting away...

I was in an elegant room, lit by numerous candles, being attended to by a hunky manservant, wearing only a mesh speedo, who bathed and washed my hair in a large sunken, marbled tub . Afterwards I stood up while he dried my skin with a soft towel before he knelt at my feet and dutifully held open a pair of luxurious silk panties in which I stepped into. As I walked across the floor towards the golden dressing table and mirror the filmy materail caused a wicked sensation between my legs, exciting me. My attendant placed a strand of expensive, white pearls around my neck. A gift for his queen. Glancing in the mirror at his reflection standing behind me, I could see the admiration and the devotion in his eyes ! I knew he would do anything in his power to please me. With gentle care he began to brush my long hair. Was he preparing me for my lover, or should he be the one rewarded ? Their was no doubt I could feel his burning hot, shaft pressing against the small of my naked back...

All of a sudden, I felt what could only be a tongue, travel slowly up my spine...

" Maybe this would be better if we went to your room. '' Luis suggested.

My head was spinning...in a way I wouldn't mind going up to my room with this attentive hunk, but I was a married woman, and I didn't want to hurt my hubby. Needing time to think, I sat up and took a big sip from my drink. Charles was probably still at the convention center or discussing golf with someone, besides this was a chance of a lifetime !

" Well I don't see any harm in going up to our room for a little while, as long as my hubby isn't there. " I warned, taking a risk. Luis smiled and followed me the short distance to the privacy of our room...

 

[Cubby]

Well, damn it she seems to think I don't care about her so maybe I need to show her a side of me she has not seen. Charlie could hear himself speaking in his head as he walked the trail. He had forgotten about going to the golf tournament. The tournie players were already teeing off and he had lost his place and his entry fee. By the time he realized it he well down the trail to the 12th hole. There was a small grove of trees near the 12th.

As Charlie entered the grove it hit him. "Oh God damin it! I can't believe it. It's past tee time. Shit! There goes the entry fee!" Charlie realized that his loser status, at least in his wife's eyes would now have reached it's zenith. He couldn't satisfy her needs in bed, he was a workaholic who cared more about his job than her, and now he was an idiot who couldn't even keep a tee time date. Charlie kicked at the garss and roots of the trees. He was thoroughly angered at his inability. Raging against fate and his realization that fate had nothing to do with his problems he was cursing outloud.

"Sir, is there something I can do?" A soft female voice called out. Charlie continued his tirade.

"Sir. Sir! Can I cuss too? Or is this an invitation only party?" Interjected the female voice. Charlie looked up and was vaguely aware of a female form not too distant on the trail. Confused and hugely embarassed, he put his chin down and walked rapidly back tot he clubhouse.

Speedwalking and muttering to himself Charlie could be heard, "Damn it. When do I get some help?" Charlie glanced skyward. His rage at himself was growing rapidly. "What I need is a shower to cool me off." Charlie decided he'd go back to the room, shower off and restart this whole crappy afternoon.

Behind him a pretty young woman watched from the grove he had just hurried from. "Wow, that was one pissed off guy. Poor thing he was kind of cute. Nice ass." She gigled to herself as Charlie beat his hasty retreat.

 

[Me24U]

I watched her ass move as I followed her to her room, knowing soon I would be grabbing the firm round globes. I was a surprised she was leading me there, she must know her husband would be gone for some time. Then again, maybe there was more to their story than I knew. Maybe this was all a set up; maybe she wanted him to see her with another man. Maybe he wanted that, maybe they had planned this all along.

When Isabella turned and leaned against the door to her room, handing me the key while licking her lips I forgot all about what might or might not have been planned by them. I took the key from her, pressing my body against her while inserting the key into the tiny hole.

I could feel her breasts press against my chest just as I was sure she could feel my cock press against her. I lifted her light body into my arms and carried her over to the sofa, setting her down as I moved on top of her. Our lips met, softly and tentatively at first. Before long our tongues were exploring one another.

Her bikini top was already on the floor and my hand was cupping her ass, sliding the panties down. I felt her hand slide under my suit, feeling my ass. My cock was rock hard wanting to feel her slickness. I know longer was thinking about her husband walking in on us. Maybe if he did, he's learn how a man should pleasure a woman.

 

[Cubby]

Charlie didn't get far before he ran into the crowd gathering for the tournament. He bumped into some of the guys from one of the other regional offices. They corralled him and pretty much forced him to come along and watch the opening shots.

Charlie was fuming with frustration and only wanted to get back on track with his plan. He needed a shower to relieve his tension and this standing around watching guys whack little white balls around a park was not going to help him.

He thought he would hang in with the observers for a hole or two and then make his get away. In the meantime he had to find a way to relax a bit. Curiously, there were plenty of handsome women out her on the golf course. Particularly, a well proportioned brunette across the crowd from him. He could swear she was looking at him. Not likely, but it was a nice thought.

 

[angelique127]

I do declare, Luis didn't waste any time at all. He actually carried me across the threshold in his powerful arms and placed me on the couch and kissed me until my head spun ! His tongue explored every inch of my mouth, and I was completely overwhelmed ! He was so big and strong, and I was so weak and helpless ! Before I knew it, my flimsy top was on the floor and my almost non -existant bikini bottom was being pulled down past my knees !

" Oh please... Luis ! " I pleaded, feeling his big, rock hard bulge pressing against flat tummy, " what if my hubby returns ? "

He smiled, kissing my neck, sending little shivers of delight throughout my whole body. Perhaps my hands slid underneath his bathing suit and cupped his fine, firm butte, but I had no choice, he was so aggressive ! I was getting desperate...

" Oh God...yes...I mean no... I'm a married woman, please... we shouldn't be doing this ! '' I protested, but it was too late, his lips had found my weakness. If anything, my nipples are extremely sensitive ! I moaned with desire, but no matter how I twisted and turned I could not escape...

 

[Me24U]

Isabella protested at first, well, tried to appear as if she were protesting. I knew better though, her body was not telling me to stop. She would tell me we shouldn’t do this and then, in the next breath moan how good my lips felt.

I used one hand to hold both her hands above her head and felt her heat and wetness with my other hand. It was when I kissed my way down to her nipples that Isabella really began responding. She grabbed my ass harder and arched her back pushing her nipple further into my mouth. I bit down and pulled before releasing and moving to the other nipple. Her foot ran up the back of my leg. When my tongue lapped over her hard nipple Isabella squirmed more making my hardness press tighter against her.

Isabella was like putty in my hands; her moans began asking for more, asking me not to stop. Her hands struggled to get my suit down. She wanted me inside her, she needed to be fucked. But I couldn’t help but want to make her wait a little longer. I slid my finger inside her tight slick cunt and just as quickly pulled it out.

I stood and took my suit off. The head of my cock was wet with precum as it stood straight out. Her hand immediately took hold of me as I maneuvered my legs on her side until my cock was inches from her soft lips. She looked up at me hesitantly.

I reached back before speaking, my fingers playing with her pussy and rubbing her clit. “Suck my cock Isabella, if you want to feel it inside you,” I said as my finger slid deeper inside her, “you have to suck me.”

 

[angelique127]

the hotel room

" Suck my cock, Isabella, if you want to feel it inside you, you have to suck me. "

I couldn't believe this was happening. Here I was, in my hotel room about to cheat on my hubby with a strange man, who was requesting that I suck his magnificent, hard dick ! Knowing that Charles could walk in and catch me in the act, only added to my excitement...

Nevertheless, I wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to be ravished by this fine latin stud. My wet tongue eagerly slid along the massive underside until it touched the ultra sensitive spot underneath the tip of his shaft. I allowed my tongue to flick across it several times, and felt his dick actually throb in my fingers !

" Do you like that Luis ? " I teased, before gently placing his swollen cock into my mouth...

 

[angelique127]

double post sorry

 

[Cubby]

He was watching the fifth hole and not really paying attention to much of anything to do with golf. His mind was on getting back to the room. Showering off and moving on with things. Jeez he thought I really need to some up with a better plan than this.

Looking over the crowd of observers he saw her again. She was pretty cute. Dark hair an tanned skin. Kind of exotic. Their eyes met briefly and Charlie felt a little embarrassed. He wasn't supposed to be ogling the women. He was here for work and he was married for Christ's sake. Still, he couldn't help looking at her in those tight shorts and that close fitting shirt. She was pretty much the image of every woman he had ever wanted. But, damn it so was Isabella.

He had to shake this from his mind. The more he tried the more he felt impelled to look at her some more. Fortunately for Charlie she had returned her interest to the game. He had the chance to watch her uninterrupted. Charlie was regarding the meeting of her hips and ass when he felt eyes on him. Glancing up he saw her smiling and then a wink. "Oh god." He said aloud. Before their eyes parted, and he beat a hasty retreat, he saw her lick her lips just a bit.

As he moved away from the crowd he felt her watching him. "Great, now I need a shower. . . a cold one." He muttered to himself as he trudged off toward the hotel and his room.

 

[Me24U]

I reached back and gently pinched Isabella’s nipple to hear her moan as she stared up at my cock. I watched as her fingers held it in front of her. When I felt her tongue lick along the underside my cock throbbed. She used her tongue to tease the underside of my shaft, just below the head, something that always caused me to moan.

Isabella looked back up into my eyes, asking if I liked that. “You know I do babe, now take me inside your mouth.” She didn’t need more encouragement than that. Her soft moist lips parted and slowly sucked on the head. “Oh yea, Isabella, that feels good.” I said softly as I eased more of my cock into her warm wet mouth. I began slow gentle thrusts as she sucked. My cock glistened from her saliva.

Each gentle thrust of my hips pushed my shaft deeper into her mouth. I reached back and found her wetness using my fingers to tease and play with her clit. Isabella was enjoying sucking me as much as I was enjoying the ministrations of her mouth and tongue. She was one of the special women who enjoyed sucking cock, enjoyed having the control it gave.

Luis’s mind suddenly thought of her husband. Clearly he was not neglecting her because she would never suck his cock. Isabella continued sucking harder as if she hadn’t tasted a man’s seed in a long time. If only her husband could see her now, laying naked with Luis’ cock pumping her mouth and his hand between her legs. Luis wondered what Isabella would do if her husband showed up now. He wondered if she would be embarrassed or if she would enjoy showing him what she loved to do and wanted.

Luis’s cock jerked as she moaned, sending vibration through his body. Her moans were responding to his fingers probing her pussy, sliding in and out just as his cock would soon be doing. He pushed further, the head of his cock feeling the back of her throat and his balls nudged her chin.

“Does your hubby let you suck his cock, Isabella? Does he finger your juicy cunt like this while you suck him? Does he feel as hot, big and swollen as I do inside your mouth?”

 

[Cubby]

On the way back to the room Charlie ran into no less than four waiters looking to give him a drink he did not want. He had just stopped for the fourth one when Fred, his rival at work, accosted him. Fred never talked to him unless there was something he wanted. Charlie had learned never to underestimate the levels to which Fred would stoop to gain advantage.

Fred invited Charlie to dinner that night to talk over a joint project he wanted Charlie's help with. He invited Isabella as well. Fred was genuinely charming and self deprecating. Big tell. Fred was after something Charlie had for sure. Though what it was remained unclear. Fred went on at length about how much he envied Charlie and everything he had accomplished on behalf of the firm. He even mentioned Isabella. That immediately put Charlie on the defensive. Fred had absolutely no shame and began speaking of Isabella as men speak in a locker room about their conquests. He asked Charlie if Isabella was as hot in bed as she looked.

Charlie stood there in awe. This son of a bitch was looking for something to use against him and would even stoop to getting Charlie to talk about his sex life. If Charlie said nothing Fred would certainly catch on that things were not perfect at home. If he commented in too much detail, he would become a swinger or some sort of pervert. . . who knew how far this ratfink would go. So Charlie rerouted the conversation. "Sure Isabella is hot. What about you? How's what's her name? Lannie is it?" Charlie knew that Fred had split up with Lannie months ago and he hoped the jab would be enough to put Fred off.

Charlie could not have been more right. Fred stammered out a mumbled response and reissued his invitation to Charlie and Isabella as Charlie moved away.

Charlie smiled to himself and walked with renewed vigor for a few steps, then the image of the young woman came to mind again. "Just when I thought I could get away with out a cold shower." Charlie moved toward the hotel entrance.

 

[angelique127]

I did my best to give the Luis's huge member my undivided attention but his finger was proving to be very distracting. My pussy was slick and aching for something bigger !

'' Does your hubby let you suck his cock Isabella ? Does he finger your juicy cunt while you suck him ? Does he feel as hot, big and swollen as I do inside your mouth ? " Luis asked.

" Yes...he likes to be sucked, but he's not near as big as you are ! Nor is he as dominant. " I whispered, before wrapping my soft lips around the latino's thick shaft again. I continued to please him until I could no longer stand it...

" Please...don't make me suffer... I need your big cock, Luis, inside me ! I do declare, I'm soooo wet ! Oh God I'm begging you...please Luis ! "

Nothing mattered anymore, not even my marriage or my hubby, except being mounted and pounded by this muscled and hung stud...