AUTHOR = Switch Blayde
E-MAIL = switch_blayde@hotmail.com
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Content, and without a care in the world, Sandra Henning dreamily lay on the rumpled sheets. Centered on the big bed, her naked body glistened with perspiration from her recent activity. She brought her hands to her head, running manicured fingers through her long auburn hair and brushing away the wet strands stuck to her sweaty face. Extending her arms and fingers, stretching like a cat, Sandra languidly slid her right foot towards her buttocks, causing the knee to rise. Sandra lay like that, absentmindedly moving her raised knee from side to side, feeling her husband's sperm leak from her pussy and soiling the sheet beneath her. Sandra knew she'd have to wash the dirty linen, but that didn't matter. She felt wonderful.
Movement in the doorway caught Sandra's eye and she stared at it blankly. Her mind was so relaxed in her post-orgasmic state that she didn't really comprehend what was there. She knew it had to be her husband since they were the only two in the house and Sandra was pleased he had finally come back to her.
The loud gasp awoke Sandra's muddled brain and her eyes focused on two figures. One was her husband and one... someone else! It looked like a teenager. He was holding something... a pizza box.
Sandra's faculties sharpened and the recent events flashed through her mind. When her husband came home he had felt amorous and they went straight to the bedroom. Jeff quickly phoned in a pizza order before he pounced on her. They had just finished having sex when the doorbell rang and her husband left the bedroom to answer it. Sandra had waited for his return and now he was standing in the bedroom doorway. But he wasn't alone.
All of a sudden Sandra's mind became crystal clear. She was lying naked and the pizza boy was staring between her parted legs. She shrieked and scrambled to find the bedcover. Sandra scrunched up, trying to cover her nakedness while searching for something to cover herself with. She finally found the bedcover crumpled on the floor and yanked it over her nude body.
"There it is," Jeff said as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
Sandra was aghast at her husband's nonchalant attitude. Stunned, she watched him walk to the side of the bed and lift his trousers from the floor where she had thrown them when the two frantically tore each other's clothes off. He retrieved his wallet and went back to the pizza boy, pulling out several bills. Jeff put the pizza box on the foot of the bed and left with the boy. Sandra was speechless, huddling under the bedcover. A short while later Sandra heard the front door close, and then her husband reappeared.
"Are you crazy?" Sandra shouted.
"Crazy about you."
"Why'd you bring that boy in here?"
"I needed to get my wallet. I didn't want to leave him unattended in our house."
"But I'm naked."
"So you are. I think the boy got a better tip than he expected."
"That's not funny."
"Look, there's no harm done. So what if the boy saw a little skin."
"A little skin? Jeez, Jeff, he saw a lot more than that. He was looking between my legs."
"Like I said, he got a great tip. Now stop worrying about it and let's eat. I'm famished."
Sandra was speechless. How could her husband take what happened so lightly? Her body was for him to see only. Sandra never even wore revealing clothes. Why wasn't he upset? But there was nothing else for her to say so she ate the pizza and talked about insignificant things.
Sandra didn't know it, but that incident was a turning point in her life. What happened was no accident. Jeff had planned it. And he got so excited having someone else see his wife's charms that, after they finished eating, he became frisky again.
"Jeff, what are you doing?" Sandra said when her husband began sucking her tit.
"Dessert," he replied looking up at his wife's face and flicking his tongue over her hardening nipple.
"You never... you know, get like this after... um, afterwards."
Sandra was surprised at her husband's affection so soon after they had made love. He had been like that on their honeymoon, but over the years sex had become less frequent and once he climaxed it was over for him. But this night he was acting like he had 10 years earlier on their honeymoon. Sandra didn't mind; she was just surprised. She placed her hand on the back of her husband's head and closed her eyes as his mouth, lips, and tongue caressed her breasts and nipples.
Sandra moaned as her body responded. Her hand slid down to Jeff's back and touched him lovingly. She didn't open her eyes until she felt Jeff climb onto her and nudge her legs apart. What she saw was Jeff staring down at her with a schoolboy grin. And then his cock slid into her pussy.
"You're hard again?" Sandra asked.
"Yeah, any complaints?"
"Oh no. None whatsoever. Mmmm, you feel good. You just surprised me."
"Can't I fuck my wife more than once?"
"Jeff Henning! Don't be vulgar!"
"Why, is it vulgar to fuck my wife? Do you want me to stop?"
"No, don't stop," Sandra said, wrapping her legs around her husband and thrusting her hips up. "It's just that you never talk like that."
"I'm sorry, but it's just that you look so sexy."
"That kind of talk will get you anything you want," Sandra said, clenching her pussy around his cock.
"That pizza boy thought so too."
Sandra stopped moving when she heard that. "I can't believe that happened. I can't believe you brought him into the room."
"Didn't you like it?""
"No! I was so embarrassed."
"But you looked sexy lying there with your legs open. And your pussy had that 'just fucked' look."
"Jeff, what's gotten into you?" Sandra asked, but she began moving under her husband again.
"I just think you looked so sexy... and he did too."
"What do you mean, 'he did too'?"
"His hands were shaking when I gave him the money, and it was obvious he had a hard-on."
"He did not!"
Sandra was enjoying their lovemaking, but she was getting even more aroused than usual. She thought back to the pizza boy and what her husband was saying. It all happened so fast she hadn't paid attention. All she wanted to do was cover up. Now she wished she had looked at the boy's crotch. Jeff said she had given the boy an erection. Her old married body had aroused the teenager. Sandra pushed back at her husband's thrusting cock harder.
"Yeah, he was breathing so hard I thought he was going to pass out," Jeff continued. "I thought he might cum in his pants." Sandra thrust her hips even harder. "I bet he jerked off in the car when he left."
"Oh God! Oh God! Yes! Yes! ...YES!" Sandra screamed as her body convulsed in a huge orgasm.
Jeff placed his mouth next to Sandra's ear and whispered, "He loved seeing your naked body... your just fucked pussy. I'm sure he jerked off afterwards. He probably came hard thinking about your body."
"Oh, oh. Yes, yes! Aahhhh!" Sandra cried out as she climaxed again, the first time she ever had two orgasms in a row.
Jeff pounded hard into her and then he gritted his teeth as he too climaxed. He collapsed onto his wife's body, both sweaty and breathing hard. Sandra's pussy continually clenched his spurting cock until both were spent, and only then did Jeff slide off Sandra and roll onto his back.
After catching her breath, Sandra said, "Honey, have you found the Fountain of Youth?"
"What do you mean?"
"It's been years since we did it like that."
"Complaining?"
Sandra looked lovingly at her husband's smiling face. "No way! It was great!"
"For me too."
"What got into you?"
"Well, I think it was what happened with the pizza boy. I don't know, it excited me."
Sandra remained silent. The shy and modest wife was embarrassed to admit it, but she was affected by the experience too. Jeff's talking about it while they made love increased her arousal. And she even thought about the boy's hard-on. But Sandra kept it to herself, thinking it was like cheating on her husband to have those thoughts. Sandra gave Jeff a peck on his lips and then went to take a shower.
After that night, Sandra's expectations of her husband were at a peak. But she was disappointed. Sandra looked forward to another bout of incredible sex, expecting a repeat, but their sex life returned to the normal -- she tried desperately to avoid using the word "boring" -- once every couple of days of gentle lovemaking. It was always special for Sandra who loved her husband, but after that fantastic experience she craved more.
One Friday night, Jeff came home in a particularly good mood carrying several packages. When Sandra asked if any were for her, Jeff was noncommittal. Her eyes lit up and she grabbed for the gifts that she knew were hers. Jeff always doted on his wife and Sandra knew it. Jeff playfully fought Sandra off, and when the packages fell to the floor he wrapped his arms around her squirming body to keep her away from the packages.
Jeff was dying to tell his wife about the huge deal he closed, but he enjoyed the game of making her weasel it out of him. Only when he couldn't keep it to himself any longer did he explode, chatting non-stop about it. Sandra praised her husband and showered him with kisses and hugged him tight. She had momentarily forgotten about the gifts, but then suddenly remembered. Jeff had a habit of buying her presents when he successfully concluded a business deal.
This time when Sandra broke free and dove for the packages scattered on the floor, Jeff didn't stop her. She went after the biggest box first and tore the paper to shreds. When Sandra opened the lid she gasped, and then removed the hat. Sandra treasured her hats and tried it on immediately, then ran to the mirror to see what it looked like.
"Jeff, I love it. Now you're going to have to take me somewhere to wear it."
Sandra saw the smile on her husband's face and wondered what he was planning. She grabbed the next package and opened it. Sandra pulled out the garment and at first thought it was a bra. Then she knew it wasn't and pulled the bottom of the bikini out of the box and held the two pieces in front of her.
Looking up at Jeff, Sandra said, "And where do you think I'll wear this?"
The bikini was a modest two-piece, but Sandra had never worn a bikini before. She had always said they showed more skin than people should see.
"It's not a string or a thong or anything like that," Jeff said defensively. "It's just a different kind than you always wear."
"So, where do you expect me to wear something this scandalous?" Sandra teased.
Jeff stooped down and picked up the last package, a much smaller one. Sandra excitedly ripped it from his hands like a child on Christmas Day and tore it open. Confused, Sandra unfolded the paper inside and read it -- a confirmation for the weekend at a swank hotel.
Exuberantly, Sandra jumped to her feet and wrapped her arms around Jeff's neck, then said, "What a wonderful surprise. I can't wait to wear my new hat."
"And the bathing suit," Jeff added.
"Well, we'll see. Maybe in the room," Sandra said shyly and then more enthusiastically said, "When do we go?"
"As soon as you get us packed."
Jeff actually felt his wife's fingernails scratch his neck as she pulled away to run to the bedroom. He smiled warmly at her departing figure. She was a woman -- with a woman's curvaceous, gorgeous body -- but in many ways Sandra was an innocent girl. Jeff sometimes regretted not having children, but when his eyes feasted on her still beautiful figure it consoled him somewhat.
Sandra had packed in record time and they drove into the city where the first-class service people were waiting to park their car and take their suitcases. Sandra felt like a queen and soaked up the attention. And when she saw the hotel room, she screamed like the little girl hidden in her woman's body.
"Jeff, it's huge," Sandra cried out. "Oh my god, look at the view. Wow! We can see the whole city."
Sandra ran around the room like a child checking out everything -- the large closet, the big TV, the dresser drawers -- and then she disappeared into the bathroom. Jeff heard a screech and then Sandra poked her head out.
"Jeff, you gotta see this. My god, it's huge. And you'll love the shower. It's big enough for two."
"Hmmm, that sounds like fun," Jeff said as he casually peeked inside.
Sandra playfully jabbed her husband in the ribs and said, "Hold on, big boy, this filly needs to eat dinner first," and then she burst out laughing.
When they changed for dinner, Jeff smiled when Sandra put on a dress. He had told her the hotel was a five-star, very swanky hotel and they couldn't dress casually like they usually did. Sandra even seemed to have been thrilled about dressing up. The whole excursion was special to her.
Jeff couldn't help but notice the other men staring at his wife as they were seated in the dining room. They looked her up and down as if looking through her clothes. As usual, Sandra dressed modestly with the bottom of her dress resting on the top of her knees and not much cleavage showing, but her figure was to die for. And one thing Jeff had noticed from the first time he had met her, she naturally walked with a sway of her hips. For another woman he would have said she was wiggling her ass, but he was sure his demure wife didn't even know she walked that way. But all the men in the restaurant had their eyes fixed on her jiggling butt.
A couple of times during dinner Jeff began nibbling on Sandra's earlobe or neck, and she always pushed him away and looked to see if anyone was watching. She was that shy. When he placed his hand on her knee and pushed her dress up a little, Sandra quickly pressed her hand on top of his and gave him a stern look. Jeff was well aware of his wife's disposition and accepted it -- at least for the moment.
After dinner they stopped at the bar. Sandra wasn't a drinker -- actually, either was Jeff -- but he wanted another opportunity to show off his beautiful wife. Sandra asked for wine, but Jeff told her they were celebrating and that it called for a special drink. He suggested a Rusty Nail. He knew the drink was very sweet so his wife would be able to drink it, but it was very strong -- 1/2 Scotch and 1/2 Drambui, basically all alcohol. After Sandra had started on her second glass she began giggling like a schoolgirl.
Jeff and Sandra were sitting on high barstools. As the alcohol affected Sandra's faculties, she became much more lax and her knees parted. Jeff kept leaning into his wife, whispering in her ear and nibbling on her earlobe. Unlike in the restaurant, however, Sandra simply giggled and didn't push him away. From time to time Jeff glanced at the other bar patrons and noticed several men watching them -- actually, staring at his wife. Sometimes while leaning over her, Jeff caressed her thigh, nudging her dress higher.
When the hem of Sandra's dress was at mid-thigh, Jeff jumped off his stool and grabbed Sandra by her upper arms. He abruptly spun her so that her back was to the bar. Sandra gasped and tried to keep from falling off the barstool so, to maintain her balance, she kicked one leg out while her other foot remained on the barstool's rung. Once Jeff saw that his ploy was successful, he quickly glanced around the room. By the open mouths of many of the men, Jeff knew they were looking up his wife's dress at her panties. And with her legs spread, they were getting a great view of her crotch.
"Why'd ya do that?" Sandra slurred.
"Just horsing around."
"I almost fell."
"I was here to hold you up. Here, let me help you down."
Jeff held out his hand and his unsuspecting wife took it. His other hand grabbed her dress and, when Sandra drunkenly slid off the stool, he held it in place so that when Sandra's feet were on the floor, the bottom of her dress was at her waist. Sandra didn't realized the front of her panties were on show to the people in the bar until she felt the cool air from the air conditioner on her thighs. She looked down and just stared for a moment.
"Oh-my-god," she exclaimed, "my dress."
Jeff released it and the material dropped to her knees. "I'm sorry, I guess it got caught."
"But they saw," Sandra said in her drunken state.
"So, they didn't see as much as the pizza boy."
Sandra turned to face her husband and tried to understand what he had said. Then it sunk into her numbed brain and she blushed, then giggled.
"No, he saw my pussy."
Jeff supported Sandra as they walked to the elevator. Once inside, he leaned into her and pressed his lips to hers. Sandra didn't wait for his tongue -- she shoved hers into his mouth. While Jeff sucked on Sandra's tongue, his hands lifted the back of her dress to her waist and he slipped his hands into her panties, cupping her ass. Sandra moaned into his mouth and ground her pussy onto his thigh.
In her drunken state, Sandra was so caught up in the passionate kiss that she didn't notice the elevator stopping. Jeff did, however, and a quick glance at the numbers indicated they weren't on their floor. He maneuvered so that Sandra's back was to the door. When it opened, the old couple stood speechless. They saw the back of a woman's dress being held up by a man's forearms, and his hands were inside her panties squeezing her ass.
Jeff was looking over Sandra's shoulder at the stunned couple and decided to take it one step further. He pushed the back of Sandra's panties down, showing them her round ass. When Sandra felt Jeff's hands pulling her buttocks apart, she thought it was a strange thing to do and looked into his face. She saw him looking past her so she turned her head and saw the older man and woman standing in the hall. It took her muddled brain a moment to register what was happening, but when she did she pulled away from Jeff and her dress fell down. She was about to say something when the elevator doors slowly closed, leaving the old couple standing in the hall with their mouths open.
"Did you see that?" Sandra slurred. "There were people there."
"Yeah, I saw."
"But they must have seen what you were doing."
"Yeah, I guess so."
"Oh-my-god, they saw my backside and your hands on it."
"I guess. So what?"
"So what!? They saw!"
Jeff was literally saved by the bell when the elevator reached their floor. He told Sandra not to worry about it; that they were strangers and they'd never see them again. He guided her staggering body to their room and deposited her onto their large bed.
Jeff had just neatly folded his suit jacket and laid it over the back of a chair and was carefully draping his necktie over it when he heard moaning behind him. Jeff turned around to see his wife lying where he dropped her, but he was stunned at what he saw. Sandra had pulled her dress up and Jeff saw that her panties were still pulled down below her buttocks in the back and scrunched up in the front so that they were partway down. But what amazed Jeff was that Sandra's hand was inside her panties and it was obvious she was masturbating. Jeff had never seen his wife touch herself there, let alone masturbate.
Jeff was no longer careful removing his clothes. He began hurriedly unbuttoning his shirt, but got impatient and grabbed both halves and pulled hard, sending remaining buttons flying everywhere. He removed his shirt and attacked his pants, finally leaving them as a crumpled mess on the floor along with his shoes and underwear. In his haste, Jeff didn't even bother to remove his black socks.
When Jeff made it to the bed, Sandra was frigging more frantically. He couldn't see her fingers, but the movement under the panties was in itself arousing. Jeff looked at his wife's face and saw lust. Something had set her off and Jeff was going to take advantage of it. He climbed onto the bed near her head and pressed his hard cock to her lips. Sandra opened her eyes halfway, and then parted her lips. Jeff pushed his cock into his wife's mouth.
Sandra wasn't one for oral sex. She begrudgingly performed it, and sometimes let Jeff "go down on her," but it was clear she thought it was unnatural. But this night she was different. Her mouth sucked Jeff like a vacuum cleaner, slurping noisily. Jeff alternated watching his wife's mouth sucking his cock and the movement in her panties.
Jeff groaned when Sandra slightly bit down on his cock. She stopped sucking and her whole body shuddered. He looked at her crotch and noticed her hand had stopped moving, but her hips were humping as if she was fucking. Sandra was climaxing. She had masturbated to an orgasm.
Jeff pulled his cock from his wife's mouth and scurried to her legs. He grabbed Sandra's panties and yanked them down, pausing for a moment when he saw her finger still inside her pussy, but then dragged her panties off. Jeff nudged Sandra's legs further apart and got between them, moving up her body. He bumped his cock against Sandra's hand and then felt her fingers wrap around his dick. She squeezed it a few times and then guided it to her opening. She was so wet that when Jeff pushed forward he slid in all the way. It was the first time Sandra opened her eyes since he had placed her on the bed.
"Make love to me," Sandra begged.
Jeff began to slowly pump his cock in and out, and Sandra sensuously closed her eyes. But then they popped open again.
"Do it harder," Sandra cried out.
"Do what?" Jeff asked somewhat confused.
"Fuck me harder!"
Jeff was shocked by his wife's outburst. It was so unlike her to speak like that. But he wasn't complaining and began pounding his meat into her very hard and fast. Too fast as it turned out. Sandra had already climaxed once and, since Jeff was so worked up, he began spurting into her.
Sandra hugged her husband tight as he climaxed, but she wanted more. She was more aroused than she could remember and wanted another orgasm. To her disappointment, she felt Jeff's cock slip out of her pussy as it softened.
Jeff rolled onto his back and Sandra lay next to him. She stared up at the ceiling for a few moments and then she rolled onto her side and looked at Jeff's soft dick. She wanted it inside her more than anything so Sandra, the usually non-aggressive sex partner, grabbed his slimy dick and began squeezing and pulling it. Jeff's semen allowed her fist to easily slide up and down the stiffening prick and soon it was hard in her hand.
Sandra got onto her knees and unzipped her dress, then pulled it over her head. She swung a foot over Jeff's body and straddled him. Jeff's eyes were open wide in wonderment as he watched his wife guide his cock into her pussy and sink down on it. Sandra closed her eyes and moaned, just sitting on her husband's dick and gently rocking back and forth.
Jeff pulled Sandra down to him and kissed her. She returned the kiss passionately and began moving up and down on his cock. But as soon as she did that, her tongue stopped moving and her open mouth was inactively pressed to Jeff's. Jeff moved his mouth away from Sandra's and he looked into her face which was just inches from his.
"That old couple saw your ass," Jeff boldly said.
Sandra moaned and moved her lower body more, increasing the tempo.
"You should have seen their faces," he continued. "Your dress was up and your panties down. They saw my hands on your ass." Sandra moaned. "I think they even saw inside the crack at your little hole."
Sandra straightened up more and looked down at her husband. Jeff thought she was going to scold him, but a look came across her face that was not anger. It was lust. She fucked him even harder.
"That's not all. In the bar, I think... no, I'm sure a lot of the men saw your panties." Sandra moaned and clenched her pussy around Jeff's cock. "Twice. Once when you were on the stool and once when you were getting off it. When you got off the stool, the whole front of your dress was up and they saw everything... the entire front of your panties."
"Oh god!" Sandra groaned and she really began bouncing on Jeff's cock. "Oh god! Oh god! Aahhhh!" she cried out as she climaxed hard.
Sandra collapsed onto her husband and Jeff rolled her onto her back without dislodging his cock from her pussy. Once on top of her, he fucked her hard. Sandra was still only for a few moments, and then returned his thrusts with upward movements of her pelvis.
"Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Oh god! Aaahh!" Sandra shouted as she again climaxed. It wasn't two orgasms immediately after each other like after the pizza boy saw her, but she climaxed three times in a very short time.
Jeff continued to fuck his wife, elongating her orgasm, and then he too climaxed again. After his cock stopped shooting, Jeff rolled off Sandra onto his back. Both fell into a blissful sleep.
The next morning, Jeff awoke to the sound of Sandra singing in the shower. He wasn't sure if she would fight with him over what he had done the night before, but the sex had been so good he thought it would be worth it. Jeff waited anxiously when the water was shut off.
"Well look who finally woke up," Sandra said cheerfully, rubbing her hair with the towel. "We don't want to sleep the whole weekend away, do we?"
Jeff let out a sigh of relief which went unnoticed by his wife. She was in too good a mood. Her body still tingled from the sex the night before. She had been so turned on that she had several orgasms. Sandra knew she had been a little tipsy the night before and that clouded her mind, but she was sure she climaxed multiple times.
Sandra foggily remembered what had happened in the bar and elevator, but knew she had been thinking about it while making love to her husband. It embarrassed her to know strangers saw things they weren't supposed to, but at the same time it aroused her. She knew that it contributed to her multiple, powerful orgasms.
The two ate a great breakfast and then did some shopping. Sandra wore her new hat and flaunted it wherever they went. Piling their packages on an empty chair in the downtown restaurant, Jeff and Sandra ate a light lunch knowing they would splurge again on dinner. Then they returned to the hotel.
"Let's go for a swim," Jeff said once back in their room.
Sandra agreed and pulled out one of her old bathing suits. When Jeff balked and told her to wear the one he had bought, she said she'd be too embarrassed.
"C'mon, it's not real small... just two pieces. Everyone wears them nowadays. I bet everyone else at the pool will have much skimpier ones on," Jeff argued.
After a little more persuasion by Jeff, Sandra relented. When the bikini was on, she realized it didn't show anything that was private, only her belly. Unconsciously, she tugged the bottom up as far as it would go, and then she put on a cover-up. Hand in hand, the two went down to the pool.
When Sandra uncovered her body, she felt self-conscious. All the men seemed to be staring at her. She knew she had a good body, but didn't flaunt it like many other women. Sandra looked down to make sure nothing was showing that wasn't supposed to and stretched out on the lounge chair. She tried to ignore the stares, but part of her appreciated them. She wasn't a kid anymore and it made her feel good to know she was sexy.
After soaking up the sun, Sandra informed Jeff she was going to cool off in the pool. He declined her offer to join her and watched her butt sway the way it did when she walked. It looked even better in the bikini and Jeff noticed many of the men sitting around the pool were watching his wife too. Jeff couldn't wait until Sandra walked back to him knowing the best was yet to come.
Sandra's body slunk into the cool water until she was up to her shoulders. She didn't want to get her hair wet so she didn't swim. Instead, she just walked around in the water, avoiding those splashing. Once cooled off, Sandra climbed the few steps and was out of the pool. She realized she hadn't brought her towel so she walked back to her chair dripping wet.
Sandra noticed all the men gawking at her again. This time they didn't even try to make it look like they weren't looking, and even some of the women were staring. She felt very uncomfortable, as if she was naked.
Jeff couldn't wait for his wife to emerge from the water. And now that she was walking towards him, his cock hardened instantly. He glanced around at the other men staring at his wife, and saw what they saw. Unknown to Sandra, Jeff had meticulously removed the lining of the white bikini he had bought her. Now wet, it was almost transparent. He could see the dark circles tipping her breasts, and it was even better because her nipples were hard from the cool water. When he looked at her crotch, Jeff couldn't help but squeeze his hard cock. Sandra's dark bush was clearly visible through the wet, white material. The other men saw what Jeff was looking at, and more. When a woman wears a thong, her buttocks are exposed, but the material hides her crack. But without the lining, Sandra's ass-crack was clearly visible through the wet bathing suit. She was walking in broad daylight in a see-through bikini -- looking practically naked.
Sandra was uncomfortable with the stares and looked straight ahead. She knew that most of the other women's bathing suits were more revealing than hers, so she didn't know why she was the center of attraction. Not trying to make eye contact with any of the lechers, Sandra kept her eyes fixated on her chair.
It wasn't until she stretched out on the lounge chair and looked towards her feet as she lifted them did she see what the others had been staring at.
"Oh-my-god!" Sandra cried out as she grabbed her towel and covered her body. "Jeff, you can see everything! My god, I look naked!"
"Shhh," Jeff said softly, "everyone can hear."
"Hear? Everyone can see! They can see everything!"
"Calm down."
"No, let's go. They're all looking at me."
Sandra clutched the towel in front of her as she reached for her cover-up. She slipped that garment on while hiding her body from the leering eyes. Only when the cover-up was on did she stand up and let the towel fall away. Sandra's knuckles were white as she gripped her cover-up together and quickly headed towards the hotel entrance. Jeff gathered up their belongings and ran after her.
When they entered the elevator, Sandra was about to yell at her husband, but another couple got in just as the doors were closing. She clenched her teeth and clutched her cover-up to her body. When they arrived at their floor, Jeff followed his wife as she ran to their room. Once inside, Sandra opened her cover-up and looked at her still wet bikini.
"My god! What kind of bathing suit did you buy me? You can see everything! I might as well be naked!"
"Calm down."
"Calm down? You weren't the one out there with everything showing. Did you see them staring at me. Shit! I thought they were undressing me with their eyes, but they didn't have to. They could see me as if I was naked. Holy shit, you can see my nipples and pubic hair. It was like I was naked in front of all those people."
"I thought you were beautiful."
"You what!? They saw everything!"
"I know. You never looked sexier." Jeff saw the stunned expression on his wife's face but continued, "I wanted to make love to you right there at the pool... with everyone watching."
"Jeff, you're crazy. Do you know what you're saying?"
"Yes, I got an erection when I saw you... and I bet every other man did too."
"You don't mind that they saw me like this?"
"No, I found it exciting. And you know what, I think you would have been excited too if you weren't so upset."
"Me? Excited? You are crazy! They saw me almost naked!"
Jeff took a deep breath and then said, "Sandra, the best sex we've had recently happened last night and the day the pizza boy saw you naked. Last night people saw your panties and then in the elevator even more. You know what the pizza boy saw. Both times turned me on and I think they turned you on too."
Sandra was about to dispute what Jeff had said, but he was right. The sex they had those two times was wonderful, and her orgasms were fantastic.
"What are you saying?" Sandra said quietly. "Do you mean we're perverts?"
"Not at all. I think my wife is the sexiest woman alive and it turns me on when others see her. And it seems to turn you on too."
Sandra looked at her drying bathing suit, but was still able to see her nipples and pubic hair. "Do you think the men got hard-ons looking at me?" she said quietly.
"Are you insane? Of course they did. I bet some of them left right after us to jerk off. Just like this."
Jeff pushed his trunks down and his hard cock sprung free. He grabbed it and began jerking off. Sandra's eyes were locked on his moving fist and then her own hand slipped inside her bikini bottom. With her bathing suit wet, Jeff was able to make out her fingers as they covered her dark bush, and then he saw one slip into her pussy. The two stood facing each other, both masturbating and staring at the other's crotch.
"Jeff, I want you now," Sandra panted, pulling her hand out of her bathing suit and wrapping her wet fingers around her husband's hand.
Jeff continued to pump his meat a few more times and Sandra's hand rode his. Sandra used her free hand to push her bathing suit down. When it was mid-thigh and Jeff saw her dark bush which he knew everyone at the pool saw through the wet material, he lifted Sandra into his arms and carried her to the bed where he plopped her down. Jeff yanked her bikini bottoms off and spread her legs. He dropped to his knees and pressed his mouth against her pussy and began frantically licking.
"Oh Jeff, oh Jeff," Sandra cried out. She was grinding her pussy into his face, something she had never done before. And then she had her first ever oral orgasm.
When Jeff climbed onto the bed, Sandra surprised him when she pushed him onto his back and locked her lips around his cock. Her head bobbed up and down furiously, causing her to gag as she frantically swallowed Jeff's cock. He was so aroused that he felt his orgasm approaching and screamed his warning, but Sandra didn't stop. By that time it was too late and his sperm blasted into Sandra's sucking mouth.
"I'm sorry, I tried to tell you," Jeff apologized when he recovered.
"I heard you. I just didn't want to stop. Can you do it to me now?" When Sandra saw the confused expression on her husband's face she said, "Can you stay hard and fuck me. I'm so hot I think I'm gonna burst if you don't."
Jeff pushed Sandra onto her back and climbed on top of her. He easily entered her wet pussy and shoved his still hard cock inside her. He was also very turned on and pounded her hard. That's just the way Sandra wanted it and her head moved from side to side as she got the fucking she desired.
Sandra climaxed again, and her body was still convulsing when a second, more powerful orgasm quickly followed the first. It happened again -- she had multiple, consecutive orgasms. The first was powerful, but as it began to die down, an even bigger one exploded in her loins. She was reveling in the second one when Jeff fired his sperm into her.
When they recovered, Jeff asked, "Do you want to shower first?"
Sandra's answer surprised him. "I want to go back to the pool... with your cum inside my pussy."
"Do you want to change first?"
"No, I want to wear this suit. If I get the nerve, I might even go back into the pool."
THE END
