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Flushed, yet obviously excited, Diane did so, revealing as she did a very quick brief glimpse up her skirt. John saw their eyes drawn there when she did, though she pretended she herself hadn't realized she had, still chatting, laughing and talking to them the whole time. At one point, the girl had gotten out, excusing herself to use the restroom, her lover standing up in order to let her slide out, though he didn't return immediately to his seat, preferring to stand now next to Diane. John noticed he was tall, well over six feet, and with his height advantage, standing next to Diane as he was, it was easy for him to peer down the front of Diane's low-cut blouse, which became even more revealing whenever she leaned this way or that, the "V" billowing out to one side or another, threatening to spill her breasts out entirely.
The other couple had introduced themselves as Mike and Cindy, like themselves here on vacation, and coincidentally staying on the exact same floor they were.
"Hey, you two interested in something adventurous and fun?" Cindy had asked Diane.
"Sure! What?" She had answered.
"Well, we noticed...there's an adult store just down the street from here. We thought earlier about going there, having a look around, and see if we could maybe find something naughty fun to bring back with us, you interested in going with? Having a look?"
Though Diane certainly didn't mind John's going into any himself, especially when he'd always chosen, or brought back something naughty and excitingly fun to see or use, she herself had never been inside such a place before. Surprisingly, she hesitated only for a moment. "Sure! Why not? I've always wanted to see what it might be like to go in one," she freely admitted. "And at least here...no one would recognize me if I did!"
It was only a couple of blocks away, so the four of them walked there together rather than driving. Nervously, yet excitedly, Diane entered the rather large shop, immediately surprised at the wide variety of toys, movies and sexy apparel that the shop sold. They browsed together through several items, finally finding themselves entering a small curtained partition, which led down a small hallway with several doors leading off to the left and to the right, each one with a separate entry door leading inside.
"What are these for?" she had asked, and John had informed her that you could check out a movie to watch, bring it inside one of these booths, and preview it in privacy, along with a few other things if you chose to do so. John had already grabbed a particular movie he thought Diane might enjoy seeing with him, paying for the use of the room for an hour, and then led Diane inside, having watched Mike and Cindy doing the same right behind them. There was a small, yet comfortable looking couch facing the screen, after putting the DVD in the player, sitting down, John had already freed his cock in expectation as Diane grinned looking down on it, and then lifting her skirt, revealing to him when she did that she hadn't been wearing any panties on beneath it.
"Damn babe, you mean to tell me they knew you weren't wearing anything on underneath?" he asked excitedly, hearing her giggle as she answered.
"Well, I'm sure they eventually saw that I wasn't," she said simply. "But Cindy wasn't wearing anything either, or didn't you notice that? I saw hers several times too when she managed to flash me from where she was sitting."
"Damn, no...I didn't. Must have been at the wrong angle to see that, but just knowing they could see you, is horny enough!"
What was also pretty horny, was the movie. A woman, looking very much like his own wife was sitting on one man's dick, just as Diane was sitting on him now having easily slipped herself over John's hard stiff prick. The other woman however, was also sucking another dick as she did.
"That's hot!" John said peering around his wife up at the movie.
"Oh, you like that do you?" she said teasingly. "You find the thought of me doing that exciting? Sucking another man's cock while you fuck me?"
"Ah hum," John moaned pleasurably, not quite sure how to answer that, though it was obvious he was excited and thinking about it.
"John?"
"Yeah?"
"Is that...what I think it is?" she suddenly said, pointing towards a hole in the wall separating their room from the one next to them. Glancing over, even John was stunned to find what was obviously another man's hard cock poking through the hole in the wall. He actually laughed upon seeing it. "Yep, I think it is...those are called 'glory holes' in case you've never heard the term before," he added, and realized upon doing so, that it had to be Mike's prick sticking through the opening as he and Cindy had gone into the room next to them earlier. "That's got to be Mike's cock," he now added, telling her what he had only then remembered.
Tentatively, she reached out, grasping it as John looked on, amazed that she had, though she was obviously excited at the prospect, especially with John's cock lovingly stroking her cunt at the moment.
"Go ahead honey...play with it," he urged her, which she began doing, feeling the equally hard penis currently sticking through the opening in the wall. "Lick it," he then told her. "Go ahead babe, give it a little suck."
Diane leaned over, her mouth slowly enclosing around the head of Mike's cock as John continued fucking her from behind, hearing the pleasured gasp as he did so, and as she gingerly sucked and stroked Mike's cock through the opening in the wall. After several more minutes they could both hear pleasured giggling on the other side, then the sound of Cindy's voice coming through the opening.
"My turn!" she stated, waiting expectantly. Diane laughed, jumping off her husband's prick, and then leading him by it towards the opening, then putting it through, standing beside him in order to watch, fondling his heavy laden ball sack as she did so.
"Is she?" Diane asked though the look on John's face told her she was. And though it felt good, erotically naughty just because of the way it was being done, John soon after withdrew, once again needing the feel of his wife's soft sweet pussy milking his cream from him. Diane leaned over the arm of the couch, John now standing behind her, once again slipping himself inside her, enjoying the feel of her super-slick pussy, as he began fucking her wildly as they stood there together. The sounds of a likewise heated coupling taking place in the room next to theirs only heightened their own passion, hearing Mike and Cindy moaning and groaning together as they soon came, triggering their own pleasured orgasms within moments after hearing that.
They emerged from the room just as Mike and Cindy did a few minutes later, soon after heading back to the hotel. "You guys like to come down to our room for a night cap?" Mike offered.
"It's late," Diane said and we've got a sight-seeing tour scheduled for way early in the morning, perhaps another evening," she said then saying goodnight as she and John headed off to their room.
John was initially concerned that Diane was troubled or put off by what had happened, but as she turned with a wickedly wild look in her eyes, he knew better. "I hope you don't mind John, but as erotically naughty as that all was, what I needed and wanted more than anything, was to come back here and fuck my husband," she told him. "Out there..." she then pointed, towards the balcony.
Their room was on the fifth floor of a six-floor hotel. The likelihood of anyone even seeing them was remote, especially if they had merely sat down in one of the two chairs by their little patio table. John stood outside waiting for her, wearing only his bathrobe while she had excused herself to change, joining him momentarily. He had turned off all the lights in their room further concealing them from being backlit should anyone look up from below. He turned at hearing his wife coming towards him, grinning from ear to ear at seeing her entirely naked as she approached, but also once again to his delight, wearing the vibrating butterfly he had given to her their first night here.
"You like that little device do you?" he said gathering her into his arms.
"Very much so," she giggled handing him the remote. John laughed accepting it.
"I have to admit honey, ever since you tried this out, ever since then, you've really seemed to blossom in a way, you're certainly more adventurous, that's for sure," he indicated with a nod of his head towards her as they stood outside on the deck together, entirely nude as she slipped his robe over his shoulders, allowing it to fall to the ground. And as if to punctuate that, Diane moved towards the railing rather than taking a seat as he might have expected her to do.
"Come fuck me honey, fuck me against the railing, fuck me while this naughty little toy of yours is vibrating my clit!"
The railing was at a perfect height in a way, Diane leaning over it, her large breasts dangling over the side, erotically so as he looked at her, her pink pussy winking at him invitingly, knowing even as he stepped in behind her, turning the vibrating toy she had strapped in place on the next to highest setting, watching her jump in response to that, though he didn't give her much time to get used to that before he slipped his cock inside the opening of her warm wet cunt and buried himself deeply inside.
It was erotic as hell to look out over the railing, seeing people walking about below them, some wandering off into the darkness down by the beach, others laughing, standing on the boardwalk enjoying a drink, or just marveling at the warm wind as it caressed each where they stood. Likewise, John and Diane enjoyed the warmth of the night wind as it caressed the two of them, though they stood naked together, coupling slowly at first. John reached around his wife, cupping her full breasts, holding onto them, fucking into her and enjoying the harsh slap of flesh against flesh whenever he did.
"Harder baby...harder!" she soon urged him as he also turned up the vibration on the butterfly still tickling her clit. "Oh yeah! Yeah!" She nearly screamed, the sound of her voice briefly worrying John that someone might overhear and look up, then that very same thought becoming erotically charged as well, wanting someone to actually do just that, look up, seeing Diane's luscious breasts freely swinging to and fro beyond the railing as he stood behind her, stabbing his cock into her violently from behind as they came together.
It was the last day of their vacation together. As a surprise, John had scheduled massages for them both, very special massages that Diane had no idea as to how special John had wanted them to be. Though taking a bit of a chance, Diane had indeed transformed in many ways, so he was in hopes that she would warm to the erotic naughty session he had scheduled for her.
John smiled inwardly when the two masseuses's arrived. One was a very tall, very attractive looking Latino male that John knew Diane would find attractive, and did as she turned immediately shy while undressing and laying down on one of the two massage tables they had set up in their room. Likewise, the Latino female was also extremely attractive with long dark hair, and with what John could only surmise, a full firm set of breasts though perhaps not quite as large as Diane's were.
As good as his own massage felt as the pair began, he couldn't take his eyes off his wife as her masseuse began working on her. He had given the man a knowing nod of his head, telling him as part of a prearranged signal that he was to proceed exactly as they had discussed.
Initially, John watched as Diane relaxed, enjoying her massage, though he watched her eyes pop open a short time later, knowing when they did, that her masseuse must have come very close to touching her bare pussy. John knew the man was taking it slowly with her, also as they'd discussed, each pass of his strong hands lingering briefly, just hinting at, but not quite directly touching her there though he slowly got closer and closer to doing so with each pass of his hands.
Just by the look on her face, John was able to see that it was beginning to arouse her, she shifted as though adjusting herself, making herself more comfortable. But once again, receiving a knowing smile from the man's face just as they'd discussed. John knew that she was secretly responding to his touch, as Daniel winked, grinning, telling John in so doing that she was. Daniel likewise began working his hands beneath her ribcage, now massaging, yet caressing her there too, fingers probing, hinting, teasing at her still hidden flesh, though she had found herself lifting up ever so slightly allowing him easier access each time.
John was able to see as Daniel gingerly probed her flesh, his fingers expertly sliding beneath her full breasts, briefly, but methodically. Each pass once again seemed to linger a bit longer, as well as a bit further as his fingers reached beneath her upper torso, though John could also tell she was beginning to help him as he began doing so.
When Diane's eyes popped open again, John knew that her masseuse had touched her directly, letting her know when he did that this time it hadn't been an accidental caress or touch as a few of the others had seemed to be. Seeing her look as she gazed over towards him, John mouthed the words, "I love you," and then smiled, winking, letting her know at that moment that what she now felt and experienced had been part of his surprise for her.
"You may turn over now," Daniel said, as Diane remembered her masseuse being originally introduced to her as. Simultaneously, John was given the same instruction, knowing when he did, that his now very rock-hard cock would be easily seen which, was also part of the plan. John wanted his wife to know how aroused he had become while watching all this, though it had the added benefit of letting Theresa know how much she'd been helping in doing that too.
As John half sat, and then rolling over onto his back, Diane saw how erect his prick was, and knew immediately that he was just as aroused as she was. As John's attractive looking masseuse, Theresa, began working on him again, Diane grinned, finding it extremely erotic to see the woman as she seemed to teasingly work around her husband's hard stiff prick as he lay there on the table. Likewise, Daniel now massaged around her breasts in circles, sometimes touching them even more lightly than a feather as he skimmed the tiny tips of each nipple. She moaned pleasurably, just as John was now doing with each passing stroke, each lingering touch of the hand as each of their masseuses began getting bolder and bolder with their touches.
"God babe...just watching you is making me horny!" John told his wife. "Seeing the pleasure on your face is so fucking erotic!"
"Ditto baby, ditto!" Diane replied looking over towards him, though she was having trouble keeping her eyes open. Daniel's fingers now slid easily into her wet honey spot, the tease of which now began to pleasure her thoroughly as she began to succumb to it.
Likewise, his hands now fingered and manipulated her taut swollen nipples directly. Rolling them, sometimes pulling or pinching them lightly, he alternated between doing that, or fingering her wet juicy split. Only when she heard John's occasional pleasured sighs did she again open her own eyes to briefly look, seeing Theresa's hand now working John's hard stiff cock up and down, slowly, expertly.
"Feel good baby?" she asked moaning herself as Daniel once again teased the hard little knot of her clit.
"Oh yes...you?" John moaned, deeply groaning out his own sweetness as Theresa surrounded just the tip of his prick with her oiled hands, teasing it by firmly twisting, then releasing only to grab and do it all over again.
Her answer came in the form of a pleasured gasp, she felt Daniel ease one finger just inside her ass, another still working and caressing her "G" spot, as she now felt the double intrusion of fingers scissoring her tender flesh. "Oh fuck!" she moaned loudly, audibly, and not prone to openly using vulgarities except when extremely aroused, which John now new, she obviously was. She felt him double fingering her, the sensations driving her mad with pleasure, his free hand alternating back and forth between her breasts, her nipples continuing to play with them as he stood beside where she lay still scissoring her cunt.
The pleasure Theresa was giving John was greatly enhanced by the look on his wife's face. Knowing that she was hovering on the edge of orgasm at that very moment, threatened to have him spilling his own seed. Theresa pumped, jacked, played with, and continued to surround the head of his sensitive prick, teasing him unmercifully. John felt his climax beginning, just as he heard the deep-gutted ecstasy and joy escape from his own wife's mouth, her cry of pure pleasure triggering his own. John grimaced, and then allowed the force of his climax to erupt through his prick, showering his masseuse with his cream, streamer after streamer of which began spurting from the head of his dick as Diane opened her eyes, still moaning as she watched.
Together, they lay side-by-side, though apart, climaxing, cumming, and enjoying their pleasured expressions as they watched one another enjoying pure bliss.
John had tipped them both liberally as they had prepared to leave for the extra special treatments they'd been given. Curiously, Diane had drawn Theresa off to one side, speaking to her momentarily in private. She in turn then spoke briefly to Daniel who smiled, nodded his head, and then grabbed her massage table along with his own and carried them out through the door. John turned, still holding it open for Theresa, but then got a surprise of his own as he watched his wife suddenly reach up and begin undoing the buttons on the woman's blouse.
"Close the door...and your mouth John, now it's my turn to surprise you!"
Up until now, it had all been pillow talk between them. He never thought he would see the day when his beautiful wife would actually be bold enough, horny enough, and wild enough to ever touch or play with another woman. Closing the door, he felt his prick already beginning to stiffen once again, though it had only been minutes since he'd just had an orgasm.
By the time he had crossed the room, taking a seat in one of two large oversized chairs, Diane had finished helping Theresa to undress. He had been right about his assessment of her, her breasts though not quite as large as his wife's were, were nevertheless just as full and pliant to the touch. But unlike his wife's lighter tanned, dollar sized nipples, Theresa's were much darker, and somewhat larger. Seeing the two women standing side-by-side for a moment as they stood touching and playing with one another's tits, sent a renewed surge of lust-filled delight coursing through his entire body.
Watching his wife as she and Theresa crawled into the bed, they soon interlocked their legs over one another, now pressed pussy to pussy. And though Theresa's quim wasn't shaved, she had a very thin, neatly trimmed little patch of pubic hair, which in addition to the differences in their breasts and nipples, gave John even more to enjoy viewing.
"You are so warm, and so wet!" Theresa giggled delightedly as she slowly rubbed herself against Diane.
"So are you," Diane moaned pleasurably, enjoying the sensation of fondling the woman's soft breasts as she pressed her own sweet split against Theresa's grinding rhythmically against her.
"Damn, that is fucking hot!" John blurted unable to contain himself, even as he now sat unabashedly fisting his cock.
"Why don't you come over here and sit honey, so you can see us better?" His wife directed, patting the side of the bed as she continued humping against Theresa. Standing, John looked down at his own hard firm erection, soon after following it towards the bed where he now sat, peering directly down and between the two women's legs where they met. He could clearly hear the sound of their sweet juices mixing, playing together.
"You like what you see baby?" His wife asked. By way of an answer, John's prick dribbled a pearly drop of pre-cum, which Diane immediately snatched up with her finger, applying it to the tip of one of her nipples. Theresa then leaned over, mouthing Diane's breast, sucking it off. John quickly squeezed out another thick droplet, to which Diane repeated the same process, applying that to her other breast. And Theresa again, licking and sucking that off.
"Ooh, give some to hers now," Diane moaned. The sight of his wife hungrily sucking, licking and even kissing Theresa's breasts soon had him leaking like a sieve as even more lubrication leaked forth from his prick.
As much as he would have liked to join in, he was mesmerized in just watching them, something that he now knew Diane was enjoying, not only because it felt good, but also because she knew how much it excited John in watching her. Moments later, she and Theresa had repositioned themselves on the bed, now with them licking one another, tongues lapping, teasing and exploring one another's splits. Diane groaned deeply as she felt the woman's mouth encircle her clit, holding onto it, and then sucking it. Following her lead, Diane quickly followed suit, drawing in Theresa's hard stiff little clitoris, finding the sensation of sucking it wildly erotic, decadent, and naughtily perverse.
"Oh yeah, lick her pussy baby! Lick it, finger it and suck it, and lick it...lick it...lick it! John urged hotly, now fisting his prick almost as wildly as he sat beside them, hearing the sounds of their tongue-tickles and slurping as they devoured one another's sweet juicy quims.
John last track of the number of times both women had made one another cum, or had in fact even cum together. He had nearly blown his own load several times just watching them, content to do so even, but Diane had told him not to, to hold out if he could. Just when he thought he couldn't stand it anymore, Diane finally spoke.
"Come fuck me John, fuck me from behind, doggy style, while Theresa eats me!"
John quickly slid around behind his wife as she knelt there on the bed, Theresa wiggling beneath her, once again locating her well lubricated slit. But to John's delight, she also grabbed onto his prick, guiding his shaft into his wife's cunt, teasing her with it, as well as himself as she did so. After a few delicious moments of this, she then guided him inside though it certainly wasn't necessary. Below, he felt, as he knew his wife certainly did, as Theresa's tongue went back to work on his wife's clit, occasionally licking his shaft as well as he slow-stroked his wife's creamy cunt.
"Oh fuck John! Fuck that feels good!" Diane moaned, her head slowly being tossed from side to side, her breasts free-swinging as John glanced over in the mirror of their room, watching the spectacle of the three of them together. Diane's hand reached out, her fingers finding Theresa's pussy as well, fingering and toying with it as John's prick picked up the tempo. "Yes! Yes! Fuck me baby, fuck me and make me cum!" Diane cried out.
Seconds later John felt his wife's pussy erupt, the sudden creamy warmth of her climax bathing his prick. Below them, the sounds of Theresa as she captured their combined essence, John now grunting out his own pleasure as his prick began to spurt. He felt Theresa's hand, then her mouth surrounding him, taking a portion of his pleasure, sucking his prick, and then ramming it back inside his wife's cunt where she finished milking out the last remaining droplets of his spunk.
They had spent the next hour fucking and sucking one another in ways that John hadn't thought possible, until it was unfortunately unavoidable. They needed to pack and prepare to check out of their room if they were to make their scheduled flight on time.
After Theresa had left, they had quickly showered, once again making love though softly with less urgency this time. Dressing, and then packing, they prepared to return home.
"Hey babe, I didn't see the butterfly I bought you. Did you pack it?"
"Pack it hell John, I'm wearing it home...on the plane!" She then handed him the remote control, once again kissing him as she did so. "I'm planning on you driving me nuts during the flight," she giggled suggestively.
John couldn't help but laugh at that either. Before coming here, he couldn't have imagined her doing that, let alone the things they had now enjoyed and shared together during their trip.
"You know honey, I can't help but feel that new toy I bought for you had a lot to do with all this," he said reflectively.
"I think you're right John, it really did have quite an effect on me, and it's helped me to see myself for the sexy, sensual being that I am, always have been. But you've known that all along, you just helped to coax it out of me, help me to see it was there all the time too." Then she handed him a small package.
"What's this?"
"Go ahead, open it."
He did so, finding what appeared to be a cock-ring with a small little vibrating egg attached to it. Diane then held up her own little remote control. "Should be an interesting flight back don't you think?"
John could only shake his head in wonder and smile.
The other couple had introduced themselves as Mike and Cindy, like themselves here on vacation, and coincidentally staying on the exact same floor they were.
"Hey, you two interested in something adventurous and fun?" Cindy had asked Diane.
"Sure! What?" She had answered.
"Well, we noticed...there's an adult store just down the street from here. We thought earlier about going there, having a look around, and see if we could maybe find something naughty fun to bring back with us, you interested in going with? Having a look?"
Though Diane certainly didn't mind John's going into any himself, especially when he'd always chosen, or brought back something naughty and excitingly fun to see or use, she herself had never been inside such a place before. Surprisingly, she hesitated only for a moment. "Sure! Why not? I've always wanted to see what it might be like to go in one," she freely admitted. "And at least here...no one would recognize me if I did!"
It was only a couple of blocks away, so the four of them walked there together rather than driving. Nervously, yet excitedly, Diane entered the rather large shop, immediately surprised at the wide variety of toys, movies and sexy apparel that the shop sold. They browsed together through several items, finally finding themselves entering a small curtained partition, which led down a small hallway with several doors leading off to the left and to the right, each one with a separate entry door leading inside.
"What are these for?" she had asked, and John had informed her that you could check out a movie to watch, bring it inside one of these booths, and preview it in privacy, along with a few other things if you chose to do so. John had already grabbed a particular movie he thought Diane might enjoy seeing with him, paying for the use of the room for an hour, and then led Diane inside, having watched Mike and Cindy doing the same right behind them. There was a small, yet comfortable looking couch facing the screen, after putting the DVD in the player, sitting down, John had already freed his cock in expectation as Diane grinned looking down on it, and then lifting her skirt, revealing to him when she did that she hadn't been wearing any panties on beneath it.
"Damn babe, you mean to tell me they knew you weren't wearing anything on underneath?" he asked excitedly, hearing her giggle as she answered.
"Well, I'm sure they eventually saw that I wasn't," she said simply. "But Cindy wasn't wearing anything either, or didn't you notice that? I saw hers several times too when she managed to flash me from where she was sitting."
"Damn, no...I didn't. Must have been at the wrong angle to see that, but just knowing they could see you, is horny enough!"
What was also pretty horny, was the movie. A woman, looking very much like his own wife was sitting on one man's dick, just as Diane was sitting on him now having easily slipped herself over John's hard stiff prick. The other woman however, was also sucking another dick as she did.
"That's hot!" John said peering around his wife up at the movie.
"Oh, you like that do you?" she said teasingly. "You find the thought of me doing that exciting? Sucking another man's cock while you fuck me?"
"Ah hum," John moaned pleasurably, not quite sure how to answer that, though it was obvious he was excited and thinking about it.
"John?"
"Yeah?"
"Is that...what I think it is?" she suddenly said, pointing towards a hole in the wall separating their room from the one next to them. Glancing over, even John was stunned to find what was obviously another man's hard cock poking through the hole in the wall. He actually laughed upon seeing it. "Yep, I think it is...those are called 'glory holes' in case you've never heard the term before," he added, and realized upon doing so, that it had to be Mike's prick sticking through the opening as he and Cindy had gone into the room next to them earlier. "That's got to be Mike's cock," he now added, telling her what he had only then remembered.
Tentatively, she reached out, grasping it as John looked on, amazed that she had, though she was obviously excited at the prospect, especially with John's cock lovingly stroking her cunt at the moment.
"Go ahead honey...play with it," he urged her, which she began doing, feeling the equally hard penis currently sticking through the opening in the wall. "Lick it," he then told her. "Go ahead babe, give it a little suck."
Diane leaned over, her mouth slowly enclosing around the head of Mike's cock as John continued fucking her from behind, hearing the pleasured gasp as he did so, and as she gingerly sucked and stroked Mike's cock through the opening in the wall. After several more minutes they could both hear pleasured giggling on the other side, then the sound of Cindy's voice coming through the opening.
"My turn!" she stated, waiting expectantly. Diane laughed, jumping off her husband's prick, and then leading him by it towards the opening, then putting it through, standing beside him in order to watch, fondling his heavy laden ball sack as she did so.
"Is she?" Diane asked though the look on John's face told her she was. And though it felt good, erotically naughty just because of the way it was being done, John soon after withdrew, once again needing the feel of his wife's soft sweet pussy milking his cream from him. Diane leaned over the arm of the couch, John now standing behind her, once again slipping himself inside her, enjoying the feel of her super-slick pussy, as he began fucking her wildly as they stood there together. The sounds of a likewise heated coupling taking place in the room next to theirs only heightened their own passion, hearing Mike and Cindy moaning and groaning together as they soon came, triggering their own pleasured orgasms within moments after hearing that.
They emerged from the room just as Mike and Cindy did a few minutes later, soon after heading back to the hotel. "You guys like to come down to our room for a night cap?" Mike offered.
"It's late," Diane said and we've got a sight-seeing tour scheduled for way early in the morning, perhaps another evening," she said then saying goodnight as she and John headed off to their room.
John was initially concerned that Diane was troubled or put off by what had happened, but as she turned with a wickedly wild look in her eyes, he knew better. "I hope you don't mind John, but as erotically naughty as that all was, what I needed and wanted more than anything, was to come back here and fuck my husband," she told him. "Out there..." she then pointed, towards the balcony.
Their room was on the fifth floor of a six-floor hotel. The likelihood of anyone even seeing them was remote, especially if they had merely sat down in one of the two chairs by their little patio table. John stood outside waiting for her, wearing only his bathrobe while she had excused herself to change, joining him momentarily. He had turned off all the lights in their room further concealing them from being backlit should anyone look up from below. He turned at hearing his wife coming towards him, grinning from ear to ear at seeing her entirely naked as she approached, but also once again to his delight, wearing the vibrating butterfly he had given to her their first night here.
"You like that little device do you?" he said gathering her into his arms.
"Very much so," she giggled handing him the remote. John laughed accepting it.
"I have to admit honey, ever since you tried this out, ever since then, you've really seemed to blossom in a way, you're certainly more adventurous, that's for sure," he indicated with a nod of his head towards her as they stood outside on the deck together, entirely nude as she slipped his robe over his shoulders, allowing it to fall to the ground. And as if to punctuate that, Diane moved towards the railing rather than taking a seat as he might have expected her to do.
"Come fuck me honey, fuck me against the railing, fuck me while this naughty little toy of yours is vibrating my clit!"
The railing was at a perfect height in a way, Diane leaning over it, her large breasts dangling over the side, erotically so as he looked at her, her pink pussy winking at him invitingly, knowing even as he stepped in behind her, turning the vibrating toy she had strapped in place on the next to highest setting, watching her jump in response to that, though he didn't give her much time to get used to that before he slipped his cock inside the opening of her warm wet cunt and buried himself deeply inside.
It was erotic as hell to look out over the railing, seeing people walking about below them, some wandering off into the darkness down by the beach, others laughing, standing on the boardwalk enjoying a drink, or just marveling at the warm wind as it caressed each where they stood. Likewise, John and Diane enjoyed the warmth of the night wind as it caressed the two of them, though they stood naked together, coupling slowly at first. John reached around his wife, cupping her full breasts, holding onto them, fucking into her and enjoying the harsh slap of flesh against flesh whenever he did.
"Harder baby...harder!" she soon urged him as he also turned up the vibration on the butterfly still tickling her clit. "Oh yeah! Yeah!" She nearly screamed, the sound of her voice briefly worrying John that someone might overhear and look up, then that very same thought becoming erotically charged as well, wanting someone to actually do just that, look up, seeing Diane's luscious breasts freely swinging to and fro beyond the railing as he stood behind her, stabbing his cock into her violently from behind as they came together.
It was the last day of their vacation together. As a surprise, John had scheduled massages for them both, very special massages that Diane had no idea as to how special John had wanted them to be. Though taking a bit of a chance, Diane had indeed transformed in many ways, so he was in hopes that she would warm to the erotic naughty session he had scheduled for her.
John smiled inwardly when the two masseuses's arrived. One was a very tall, very attractive looking Latino male that John knew Diane would find attractive, and did as she turned immediately shy while undressing and laying down on one of the two massage tables they had set up in their room. Likewise, the Latino female was also extremely attractive with long dark hair, and with what John could only surmise, a full firm set of breasts though perhaps not quite as large as Diane's were.
As good as his own massage felt as the pair began, he couldn't take his eyes off his wife as her masseuse began working on her. He had given the man a knowing nod of his head, telling him as part of a prearranged signal that he was to proceed exactly as they had discussed.
Initially, John watched as Diane relaxed, enjoying her massage, though he watched her eyes pop open a short time later, knowing when they did, that her masseuse must have come very close to touching her bare pussy. John knew the man was taking it slowly with her, also as they'd discussed, each pass of his strong hands lingering briefly, just hinting at, but not quite directly touching her there though he slowly got closer and closer to doing so with each pass of his hands.
Just by the look on her face, John was able to see that it was beginning to arouse her, she shifted as though adjusting herself, making herself more comfortable. But once again, receiving a knowing smile from the man's face just as they'd discussed. John knew that she was secretly responding to his touch, as Daniel winked, grinning, telling John in so doing that she was. Daniel likewise began working his hands beneath her ribcage, now massaging, yet caressing her there too, fingers probing, hinting, teasing at her still hidden flesh, though she had found herself lifting up ever so slightly allowing him easier access each time.
John was able to see as Daniel gingerly probed her flesh, his fingers expertly sliding beneath her full breasts, briefly, but methodically. Each pass once again seemed to linger a bit longer, as well as a bit further as his fingers reached beneath her upper torso, though John could also tell she was beginning to help him as he began doing so.
When Diane's eyes popped open again, John knew that her masseuse had touched her directly, letting her know when he did that this time it hadn't been an accidental caress or touch as a few of the others had seemed to be. Seeing her look as she gazed over towards him, John mouthed the words, "I love you," and then smiled, winking, letting her know at that moment that what she now felt and experienced had been part of his surprise for her.
"You may turn over now," Daniel said, as Diane remembered her masseuse being originally introduced to her as. Simultaneously, John was given the same instruction, knowing when he did, that his now very rock-hard cock would be easily seen which, was also part of the plan. John wanted his wife to know how aroused he had become while watching all this, though it had the added benefit of letting Theresa know how much she'd been helping in doing that too.
As John half sat, and then rolling over onto his back, Diane saw how erect his prick was, and knew immediately that he was just as aroused as she was. As John's attractive looking masseuse, Theresa, began working on him again, Diane grinned, finding it extremely erotic to see the woman as she seemed to teasingly work around her husband's hard stiff prick as he lay there on the table. Likewise, Daniel now massaged around her breasts in circles, sometimes touching them even more lightly than a feather as he skimmed the tiny tips of each nipple. She moaned pleasurably, just as John was now doing with each passing stroke, each lingering touch of the hand as each of their masseuses began getting bolder and bolder with their touches.
"God babe...just watching you is making me horny!" John told his wife. "Seeing the pleasure on your face is so fucking erotic!"
"Ditto baby, ditto!" Diane replied looking over towards him, though she was having trouble keeping her eyes open. Daniel's fingers now slid easily into her wet honey spot, the tease of which now began to pleasure her thoroughly as she began to succumb to it.
Likewise, his hands now fingered and manipulated her taut swollen nipples directly. Rolling them, sometimes pulling or pinching them lightly, he alternated between doing that, or fingering her wet juicy split. Only when she heard John's occasional pleasured sighs did she again open her own eyes to briefly look, seeing Theresa's hand now working John's hard stiff cock up and down, slowly, expertly.
"Feel good baby?" she asked moaning herself as Daniel once again teased the hard little knot of her clit.
"Oh yes...you?" John moaned, deeply groaning out his own sweetness as Theresa surrounded just the tip of his prick with her oiled hands, teasing it by firmly twisting, then releasing only to grab and do it all over again.
Her answer came in the form of a pleasured gasp, she felt Daniel ease one finger just inside her ass, another still working and caressing her "G" spot, as she now felt the double intrusion of fingers scissoring her tender flesh. "Oh fuck!" she moaned loudly, audibly, and not prone to openly using vulgarities except when extremely aroused, which John now new, she obviously was. She felt him double fingering her, the sensations driving her mad with pleasure, his free hand alternating back and forth between her breasts, her nipples continuing to play with them as he stood beside where she lay still scissoring her cunt.
The pleasure Theresa was giving John was greatly enhanced by the look on his wife's face. Knowing that she was hovering on the edge of orgasm at that very moment, threatened to have him spilling his own seed. Theresa pumped, jacked, played with, and continued to surround the head of his sensitive prick, teasing him unmercifully. John felt his climax beginning, just as he heard the deep-gutted ecstasy and joy escape from his own wife's mouth, her cry of pure pleasure triggering his own. John grimaced, and then allowed the force of his climax to erupt through his prick, showering his masseuse with his cream, streamer after streamer of which began spurting from the head of his dick as Diane opened her eyes, still moaning as she watched.
Together, they lay side-by-side, though apart, climaxing, cumming, and enjoying their pleasured expressions as they watched one another enjoying pure bliss.
John had tipped them both liberally as they had prepared to leave for the extra special treatments they'd been given. Curiously, Diane had drawn Theresa off to one side, speaking to her momentarily in private. She in turn then spoke briefly to Daniel who smiled, nodded his head, and then grabbed her massage table along with his own and carried them out through the door. John turned, still holding it open for Theresa, but then got a surprise of his own as he watched his wife suddenly reach up and begin undoing the buttons on the woman's blouse.
"Close the door...and your mouth John, now it's my turn to surprise you!"
Up until now, it had all been pillow talk between them. He never thought he would see the day when his beautiful wife would actually be bold enough, horny enough, and wild enough to ever touch or play with another woman. Closing the door, he felt his prick already beginning to stiffen once again, though it had only been minutes since he'd just had an orgasm.
By the time he had crossed the room, taking a seat in one of two large oversized chairs, Diane had finished helping Theresa to undress. He had been right about his assessment of her, her breasts though not quite as large as his wife's were, were nevertheless just as full and pliant to the touch. But unlike his wife's lighter tanned, dollar sized nipples, Theresa's were much darker, and somewhat larger. Seeing the two women standing side-by-side for a moment as they stood touching and playing with one another's tits, sent a renewed surge of lust-filled delight coursing through his entire body.
Watching his wife as she and Theresa crawled into the bed, they soon interlocked their legs over one another, now pressed pussy to pussy. And though Theresa's quim wasn't shaved, she had a very thin, neatly trimmed little patch of pubic hair, which in addition to the differences in their breasts and nipples, gave John even more to enjoy viewing.
"You are so warm, and so wet!" Theresa giggled delightedly as she slowly rubbed herself against Diane.
"So are you," Diane moaned pleasurably, enjoying the sensation of fondling the woman's soft breasts as she pressed her own sweet split against Theresa's grinding rhythmically against her.
"Damn, that is fucking hot!" John blurted unable to contain himself, even as he now sat unabashedly fisting his cock.
"Why don't you come over here and sit honey, so you can see us better?" His wife directed, patting the side of the bed as she continued humping against Theresa. Standing, John looked down at his own hard firm erection, soon after following it towards the bed where he now sat, peering directly down and between the two women's legs where they met. He could clearly hear the sound of their sweet juices mixing, playing together.
"You like what you see baby?" His wife asked. By way of an answer, John's prick dribbled a pearly drop of pre-cum, which Diane immediately snatched up with her finger, applying it to the tip of one of her nipples. Theresa then leaned over, mouthing Diane's breast, sucking it off. John quickly squeezed out another thick droplet, to which Diane repeated the same process, applying that to her other breast. And Theresa again, licking and sucking that off.
"Ooh, give some to hers now," Diane moaned. The sight of his wife hungrily sucking, licking and even kissing Theresa's breasts soon had him leaking like a sieve as even more lubrication leaked forth from his prick.
As much as he would have liked to join in, he was mesmerized in just watching them, something that he now knew Diane was enjoying, not only because it felt good, but also because she knew how much it excited John in watching her. Moments later, she and Theresa had repositioned themselves on the bed, now with them licking one another, tongues lapping, teasing and exploring one another's splits. Diane groaned deeply as she felt the woman's mouth encircle her clit, holding onto it, and then sucking it. Following her lead, Diane quickly followed suit, drawing in Theresa's hard stiff little clitoris, finding the sensation of sucking it wildly erotic, decadent, and naughtily perverse.
"Oh yeah, lick her pussy baby! Lick it, finger it and suck it, and lick it...lick it...lick it! John urged hotly, now fisting his prick almost as wildly as he sat beside them, hearing the sounds of their tongue-tickles and slurping as they devoured one another's sweet juicy quims.
John last track of the number of times both women had made one another cum, or had in fact even cum together. He had nearly blown his own load several times just watching them, content to do so even, but Diane had told him not to, to hold out if he could. Just when he thought he couldn't stand it anymore, Diane finally spoke.
"Come fuck me John, fuck me from behind, doggy style, while Theresa eats me!"
John quickly slid around behind his wife as she knelt there on the bed, Theresa wiggling beneath her, once again locating her well lubricated slit. But to John's delight, she also grabbed onto his prick, guiding his shaft into his wife's cunt, teasing her with it, as well as himself as she did so. After a few delicious moments of this, she then guided him inside though it certainly wasn't necessary. Below, he felt, as he knew his wife certainly did, as Theresa's tongue went back to work on his wife's clit, occasionally licking his shaft as well as he slow-stroked his wife's creamy cunt.
"Oh fuck John! Fuck that feels good!" Diane moaned, her head slowly being tossed from side to side, her breasts free-swinging as John glanced over in the mirror of their room, watching the spectacle of the three of them together. Diane's hand reached out, her fingers finding Theresa's pussy as well, fingering and toying with it as John's prick picked up the tempo. "Yes! Yes! Fuck me baby, fuck me and make me cum!" Diane cried out.
Seconds later John felt his wife's pussy erupt, the sudden creamy warmth of her climax bathing his prick. Below them, the sounds of Theresa as she captured their combined essence, John now grunting out his own pleasure as his prick began to spurt. He felt Theresa's hand, then her mouth surrounding him, taking a portion of his pleasure, sucking his prick, and then ramming it back inside his wife's cunt where she finished milking out the last remaining droplets of his spunk.
They had spent the next hour fucking and sucking one another in ways that John hadn't thought possible, until it was unfortunately unavoidable. They needed to pack and prepare to check out of their room if they were to make their scheduled flight on time.
After Theresa had left, they had quickly showered, once again making love though softly with less urgency this time. Dressing, and then packing, they prepared to return home.
"Hey babe, I didn't see the butterfly I bought you. Did you pack it?"
"Pack it hell John, I'm wearing it home...on the plane!" She then handed him the remote control, once again kissing him as she did so. "I'm planning on you driving me nuts during the flight," she giggled suggestively.
John couldn't help but laugh at that either. Before coming here, he couldn't have imagined her doing that, let alone the things they had now enjoyed and shared together during their trip.
"You know honey, I can't help but feel that new toy I bought for you had a lot to do with all this," he said reflectively.
"I think you're right John, it really did have quite an effect on me, and it's helped me to see myself for the sexy, sensual being that I am, always have been. But you've known that all along, you just helped to coax it out of me, help me to see it was there all the time too." Then she handed him a small package.
"What's this?"
"Go ahead, open it."
He did so, finding what appeared to be a cock-ring with a small little vibrating egg attached to it. Diane then held up her own little remote control. "Should be an interesting flight back don't you think?"
John could only shake his head in wonder and smile.
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