It was our first official vacation in years. As I looked out the window of my suite at the calm waters of the bay, I breathed a sigh of relief. After seven years of marriage and limited time off, it felt good to finally have a week alone.
We chose Naples because it was quiet, peaceful and a great change from the dreary winter we had endured in Ohio. I turned and looked at the bed to find my wife sleeping. Vanessa is about thirty-five, but she looks like a twenty-year-old girl. She was a truly beautiful woman – she was about five and a half feet tall. Her body is curvy and thick and she is a little fatter than both of our children. I was immersed in the image of her as she curled up and fell asleep, the expensive bedding on her thick hips barely concealing her large natural breasts. My cock suddenly started to act up. Our sex life has been average in recent years, and we have both fallen prey to the routine and daily pressures that sometimes arise in relationships. Although this hotel offers expensive bedding and sea air, there are still some problems.
“Are you staring at me?” Her voice rang out sweetly from the previously quiet emptiness of our hotel room. She got up.
I smiled at her: “Not at all, you look beautiful.”
“Lata,” he joked, tossing the pillow uselessly at me.
I got on the bed and a little while later she got on the bed too. I kissed her passionately, morning breath be damned. She slowly spread her legs and wrapped them around me seductively. I looked down at her beautiful pussy, her brown pubic hair was cut very attractively, and as her legs spread, its glistening folds slowly parted, revealing my home for the last ten years, the place I loved to be.
I pulled my boxers down enough to allow my five inches to slide out, and then I immediately placed my cock on her wet mound. We kissed again, tongues swirling. This bedroom was filled with the passion we missed so much at home, and before we could say another word I was inside her.
Her moans were low but passionate as she buried her face in my chest. My wife’s sweet voice is extremely sexy and her coos and little moans always turn me on. I knew I wouldn’t be able to last much longer, but I wanted her to cum so badly. My mind wandered to the illicit thoughts that sometimes come to my mind. These thoughts made me curse my genes for not having a bigger appendage, and these thoughts made me wonder how Vanessa would react to the appendage. I immediately pushed them out of my mind, and just as I was about to lose control, I felt her arousal press against my cock. We both happily came.
“This is great,” she said, smiling as she laid down next to me and breathed heavily. A light sheen of sweat appeared on both of our faces. I kissed her deeply, “Of course. This is going to be a great week.” I said, and I meant it.
This hotel, really more like a resort, is incredible. Vanessa and I aren’t rich, but we have saved enough to really afford this trip. There is an array of amenities on site, a world-class spa, a world-class gym, a huge swimming pool and outdoor bar area, several different restaurants, not to mention the beautiful surrounding beaches. We spent our first day walking around the hotel, exploring the beach, and really enjoying the sights and sounds that made up our surroundings for the entire week.
As the evening fell we took a shower and prepared for a wonderful meal in one of the hotel’s expensive restaurants. I enjoyed succulent sea bass with wine while Vanessa, for lack of a better word, ate cooked fillet. We finished a bottle of wine in no time while smiling, laughing and having a good conversation. My wife looked divine in a black low cut dress which exposed her big tits and ass very well. I’m pretty sure one of the guys from the bus almost tripped in the kitchen door while staring at her.
After dinner we decided to continue our adventure in the lobby bar, a spacious room with crystal light fixtures hanging from a huge vaulted ceiling. We found a seat among the many patrons and ordered a few more drinks. We sat for a while, taking in our surroundings, and eventually struck up a casual conversation with the man sitting next to us. Vanessa was chatting with another woman who was here on vacation, and I, a gentleman who was in town on business. In fact, I soon began to enjoy my discussions with Mark. He was visiting a local venue as a construction manager and he often stayed at this particular hotel. I work in the same industry in Ohio, so we got down to business right away, discussing our respective careers, then sports, and then a few other topics.
“Is that your wife?” he finally said in a quiet moment, nodding toward Vanessa.
“Oh my god, yes. That’s so rude of me.” I turned to Vanessa, momentarily pulling her out of her conversation, “Let me introduce you to Mark, honey. He’s working on a project in town. The manager, works in hotel construction, same as me.”
Vanessa was smiling broadly, obviously a little relaxed from the amount of alcohol we had both consumed. “Hello!” She extended her hand, and only then did I notice how big Max was. His slender hand fit into her palm and the two shook hands and said hello. I couldn’t help but notice that my wife’s huge cleavage was also fully exposed and I caught Mark sneaking glances. It made sense, though, because her boobs were almost peeking out of the dress.
This was actually the first time I saw Mark. He was probably ten years older than my wife and me. He was dark, tall, well-built and handsome.
“Mike and I have been sharing stories about our careers, but what brought you to town? Did my little vacation go well?” Mark asked us both.
Vanessa nodded immediately, chiming in: “Yes! We haven’t gone on holiday in years. We just flew out yesterday and had the whole week to ourselves.” She smiled excitedly, her voice as sweet as ever.
Mark nodded, “That’s great. Yes, I’m actually here for about a week too, but the wife hates it when I’m away for so long.”
I looked at his hands and noticed his wedding ring for the first time. The conversation turned to family life and we learned that he and his wife had been together for twenty years and married at a relatively young age. We discussed our children, their children and many other things. It was clear that we got along well with Mark, but it was too late – we all said goodbye for the evening.
The next morning and most of the afternoon were spent in our suite. Vanessa and I found a new energy in this trip and we had an incredibly hard time not getting our hands on each other. It was a surge of youthful sexual energy that I hoped would never end. After some fun in the bedroom, we eventually headed to the beach. It was late afternoon when we arrived and we easily found a nice spot to relax. I watched as my wife took off her outer clothing, revealing her beautiful red bikini. I noticed that her skin was already a little more tanned than when we left home.
We rested for a while, closed our eyes and enjoyed the slow sunlight. Just when I was about to fall asleep, a familiar voice interrupted me: “Hello everyone.”
I opened my eyes and saw Mark smiling at both of us.
“Hey!” Vanessa replied, putting down her sunglasses and greeting him politely.
“The meeting ended early today, and I thought I’d go to the beach for a little while.”
I immediately noticed how good shape he was in for his age. His torso was sculpted and muscular, and he seemed taller than he had been the night before – but that was probably due to his convenient position while lying down.
“Well,” Vanessa replied, “yes, we had a nice and lazy day.” She looked at me, smiled and pulled away. I noticed a blush on her face. At first I thought she was a little embarrassed that Mark saw her in a bikini because she looked incredibly amazing in it. However, I glanced at Mark and immediately realized that wasn’t the case.
Mark was wearing close-fitting swimming trunks, not as attractive as swimming trunks, but certainly within the range. Men usually only wear this kind of clothing when they are proud of something, and it is clear that Mark is proud of what he has. A large male silhouette protrudes out and down from the blue trunks. It was almost obscene and I immediately looked away.
“Doing nothing is part of the charm of the holidays,” Mark replied with a smile. He added, “Well, I don’t want to intrude, and maybe I’ll meet you at the bar later.”
“Yeah, sure. We’ll probably get there tonight,” I replied. Mark nodded politely and walked off toward a secluded spot on the beach.
When that was gone from my ear, Vanessa turned to me, smiling, “Is it my imagination?” she blushed.
“Dude is packing his bags,” I said matter-of-factly. I’m not one to get jealous, although the size of his junk did hurt my pride somewhat.
“How can his wife handle this?” she asked out loud.
Her comment surprised me, but the uninhibited comment turned me on – another surprise. I had certainly never heard her openly discuss another man’s size before, so I decided to have some fun with her lustful thinking. “Don’t be jealous, I’m sure you can handle it, darling,” I teased. This wasn’t the first time I had joked with her about marrying a big man, and sometimes comments were left during sex – especially when my fantasies were running rampant through my mind.
Her face grew redder, “Mike stop… don’t tease me.” Her voice was sweet, with a hint of embarrassment.
“I was just joking.”
The sea breeze eased my inhibitions, and I felt comfortable discussing the idea of Vanessa sleeping with another man—even if only jokingly.
“But I’ve seen the way he looks at you. I’m sure he’d kill someone to fight you.”
Her face was flushed, but she spoke in a jovial tone – flipping her hair back. “Who wouldn’t?” she replied. I laughed, amused by her fake confidence. Vanessa took a beer out of the bag between us, opened it and took a long swig. She looked thoughtful, a smile shining on her face. She said in an exaggerated tone. “Well, I’ve never been with a black man before.” As soon as the words came out of her mouth she gave me a teasing look. I guess the sea breeze would work wonders to lower her inhibitions too. My cock twitched instinctively in excitement.
As we walked to the bar that night, I couldn’t stop thinking about Vanessa’s comment about the beach. If she hadn’t found Mark attractive, she wouldn’t have gone along with the joke. My wife has never actually openly admitted that another man finds her attractive, but it’s clear she likes him, and I’m sure his impressive masculinity does nothing but pique her interest.
We sat alone for about an hour, and I felt a strange sense of desperation thinking that maybe we missed Mark. I couldn’t help but notice Vanessa looking around for him too. When the bartender finally came, we drank a few cocktails, cuddled up with each other and made small talk with him.
“Good evening, everyone,” he said, and pulled up a chair and sat down next to me.
“Hey,” I replied, feeling extremely happy to see him.
The three of us immediately started chatting in a cordial manner and the drinks continued. I noticed that he was flirting with Vanessa more than he had the night before, and I also noticed that my wife was willing to respond. It was really harmless, long smiles, gentle touches of the arm in between laughs, but they both really enjoyed the conversation.
About an hour later, Mark got a call and he answered it, still sitting at the bar. “Hey love.”
“Oh, nothing, just at the bar.”
“Yes, I’m actually sitting with that couple I told you about.”
Vanessa and I gave each other interesting looks. I think we deserve a mention.
Mark laughed, “No, no I didn’t. Not everyone likes this lifestyle sugar.”
This time Vanessa and I looked at each other seriously, and I saw her face distort with curiosity. I had a similar reaction.
“Yes, yes, I know.” Mark smiled again.
“Okay, okay, baby – it’s okay. I love you too.”
He hung up the phone. “Sorry about that.”
Vanessa and I must have been staring because she looked at us and said, “Is everything okay?”
Vanessa had already had four cocktails and was feeling very free as she went down the rabbit hole, “I’m sorry, Mark, I couldn’t help but be surprised. What is it about our lifestyle that we don’t like?” Her face was flushed, but her expression was focused and her eyes were full of energy.
I smiled and said, “Yeah, I’m curious too.”
Mark suddenly looked embarrassed, “Oh, you heard me. Sorry.”
Vanessa was eager to find clues, “Huh?”
He looked a little uncomfortable on the bar stool, but answered anyway. “Listen, uh. My wife and I have an open marriage. We got married young, and we don’t mind sowing some wild oats for each other from time to time if you want. She actually, kind of encourages me to do that.
I looked blank, but my blood pressure was definitely up.
Vanessa smiled, blushed, interested. “Of course it’s interesting… but what does it have to do with us?” she asked, sounding a little innocent. I’ve become more than just an idea.
Mark smiled and said, “Well, I casually told Cynthia that I met a couple at the hotel. I told her that you two seemed classy and well-mannered people. I also told her, my wife was particularly attractive. She turned to me in her defense: “No offense, Mike.”
“It sounds like you’re telling the truth,” I suggested hastily.
Mark smiled again and continued.
“So naturally, my wife asked me if I wanted to do something. She wanted to know if you two would share.” After saying that, he turned to look at Vanessa, and I turned to him with a bright smile on my face. Smile.
You can see the realization on his face as his expression changes. His skin turns red and he lifts his hands to his mouth to hide his loud gasps.
I laughed out loud.
Mark laughed again and said, “Yeah, to answer your question. That’s what I call a lifestyle.”
Vanessa, horrified, quickly took another sip of her cocktail.
“Don’t worry? You asked the guy, after all.” I chided her, mostly in jest.
She found her voice: “I, I’m a little confused. Your wife asked you to sleep with another woman?”
Mark replied frankly: “Yes, well, I am only allowed to sleep with married women – she doesn’t trust single women.” He took a large sip of wine and continued: “Actually, I often work with couples very well. At home and on business trips sometimes I meet a couple.
“Bull?” Vanessa asked again, very innocently. My wife is a brilliant woman, but this conversation quickly devastated her.
“Bullshit is a term used in the lifestyle. It basically means I sleep with married women. I like taking married women to bed.”
It’s strangely exciting to have Mark be so candid on this subject, especially considering he’s clearly eager to take Vanessa into bed whenever he gets the chance. I couldn’t believe that after years of fantasizing about this particular mess, someone like Mark would come and discuss it so openly with my wife and me.
My wife took another sip of wine, her face still red. I noticed she was breathing a little heavily, as if she was still thinking about the fact. She asked, “Are husbands allowed?”
“I’d actually encourage it. I would only get involved if the husband knew about it and wanted it to happen. For most men, it’s a huge thrill to watch their wives cuckold them.”
He paused, then asked me a follow-up question.
“What about you, Mike? You seem much calmer and not as surprised as your wife was when she asked.”
My mind was literally racing, and every perverted thought somehow ended with Vanessa lying on her back and writhing in pleasure. That’s what he calls cuckolding. Another man sitting in front of Vanessa and me, laying the possibility of cuckolding at our feet. I couldn’t believe it, and even though I had fantasized about Vanessa being with another man many times over the years, hearing about a real-life proposal really overwhelmed my mind.
“It was really fascinating, I got immersed in it.”
Mark replied, “So it’s safe to say you two have never done anything like that.” He laughed again. “I told my wife, I don’t think you have.”
“Can’t say we have.” I looked at Vanessa, who was still blushing and clearly nervous. She nodded in agreement.
“Well, I don’t want to bother you two anymore. I have a painful meeting tomorrow morning, so I guess it’s time to leave. I’ll see you tomorrow, hopefully.”
He stood up, paused and left the cash on the counter. “Have a good night.” With that he turned and left us.
My wife and I were silent for a moment, then I turned to her and said, “I told you he wanted to fuck you.”
We all let out a slow, ridiculous laugh.
As we rode the elevator to our room, Vanessa and I grabbed each other like teenagers. I’m not sure what exactly happened to us, but I’m sure Mark’s strange confession somehow affected our excitement.
We jumped on the bed, still groping each other’s bodies, when I decided to reach for the remote.
“What are you doing?” my wife said in between kisses.
The shameless conversation at the bar aroused my perverted sexual desires. I decided to take things further.
“How about a movie?” I replied, realizing we hadn’t watched a porn movie together in years.
Vanessa smiled wickedly and blushed. “Go ahead.” She acted like she was agreeing, but I knew she was excited by the offer.
“You know, I’ll clean up quickly – you pick up the movie.” I tossed him the remote and headed into the bathroom.
I was almost dizzy as I showered, my cock got hard knowing what my wife was probably doing in the other room. I was so excited that I cut my shower short and came back to her. I still can’t believe we discussed fucking a real bull.
I quickly dried myself, put on my boxers and left the bathroom with intense curiosity. As I opened the door, the sounds of women moaning and slapping filled my ears. As I rounded the corner into the master bedroom, I was greeted by the erotic sight of my naked wife. She was lying on the bed with her legs spread and her feet down on the sheets. She was massaging her pussy while watching the pictures on the screen. Her breasts rested sensually on her chest, swaying slightly as she played with herself. I saw her cocktail dress thrown on the floor along with her high heels and panties.
“I didn’t mean to order that.” She blushed when she looked at me.
“What?” I replied as I reached the bed, finally looking at the TV.
I was amazed to see a woman being fucked hard by a giant black cock, her head thrown back in pleasure as she took that massive member inside her.
