All Inclusive

For our anniversary, my husband and I decided to take a tropical vacation to an adult-only, all-inclusive resort. We spent a few hours reviewing places online, but after a while, they all started to look the same with pictures of blue sky, palm trees by the pool, fine cuisine, and luxury spa packages. I could tell that my husband was growing tired of the selection process, and he was getting horny too. He kept kissing me and playing with my boobs, so we ended up booking a trip to one of the destinations that met our criteria.

Afterward the trip was planned, we retired to the bedroom where he undressed me, laid me on the bed, and proceeded to go down on me. He knew what I liked and soon he had me moaning with pleasure. I grabbed his head as my orgasm neared.

"Oh my god! Oh my god!" I squealed as I came.

"You like that?" He teased.

"You know I do," I panted as I regained my composure. "Now stuff that big, hard cock in me."

I rolled over onto my hands and knees and stuck my ass up with my head down. He quickly dropped his pants. I felt his hard cock slide all the way in. He fucked me slowly at first just to get warmed up, but soon he found his rhythm and pounded me like I was some cheap sex worker, and the money was on the dresser. I loved it when he fucked me like that. It felt naughty and raw.

His balls gently slapped my clit as he thrust his manhood deep inside me. I was ready for orgasm number two when I heard him speak to me.

"Oh yeah," he whispered. "I'm gonna to cum."

"Fill me up," I moaned. "Fill me with your cum. Oh my god! I'm cumming too!"

He gripped my hips extra hard. I felt his orgasmic contractions as he shot his load in me as my pussy came hard on his cock.

"You like that?" He teased.

I just wiggled my ass from side to side in response. He swatted me and slowly slid that lovely cock of his out of me.

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Over the next few months, our sex life elevated to new heights. The anticipation of our upcoming vacation seemed to turn up the passion in our relationship. I found myself dressing up for more roleplaying, reading trashy erotic literature aloud with him, and sending him dirty pictures at work. It was as if our marriage had entered a sexual renaissance; all because of the idea of a vacation.

When the day of our vacation finally arrived, we were full of excitement. We could barely keep our hands to ourselves during the flight. We snuck gropes whenever we could get away with it without a flight attendant or passenger looking on. This may as well have been our honeymoon the way we were behaving.

Immediately after checking in, we scurried to our room. No sooner had we closed the door than I knelt, took down his shorts, and started sucking his cock. It grew super hard in my mouth, and I could taste his precum. We made our way to the bed where he disrobed entirely and sat. I kept kneeling and sucking, taking as much in as I could. I almost gagged a couple times but eventually I deep throated him. I had been reading up on techniques over the past few months and was very proud to have achieved this skill set. My husband was very impressed.

"Holy fuck!" He moaned. "That feels so good."

I let his cock slide out of my mouth, looked up at him, and smiled.

"Fuck my mouth," I whispered.

He was gentle enough with me, but he definitely fucked my mouth. Each thrust penetrated my throat. He held my head and watched his cock disappear behind my lips. I was torn. I wanted him to cum down my throat, but I also wanted so many other things from his cock. Since it was my first deep throating adventure, I decided to suck him to completion. I felt so naughty and so in control. I let his cock out of my mouth again.

"Cum for me!" I demanded "Cum down my throat."

I took his cock back into my mouth and soon he was moaning with that telltale way that let me know he was going to cum.

"I'm cumming," he groaned.

I took one big breath and let him shove his cock down my throat as he spurted his cum into my belly. I milked him as best I could before needing some air. I lifted my head and licked the last major drops of semen off his delicious cock. I was so proud of myself for successfully learning how to suck dick better, and I was also super wet and wanting satisfaction.

I swear his eyes were still rolled back in his head when I stood up to undress. I don't think he could have spoken even if he wanted to.

"Lie back," I commanded.

He did as I said. I climbed onto the bed and straddled his face, hovering my pussy just out of reach of his hungry mouth. I rubbed my aching, wet pussy for him with my fingers before spreading my lips and lowering my pink flesh onto his awaiting mouth. He licked me from the very back of my hole all the way to the top of my clit. It felt amazing. I had been thinking all day about getting naked with him.

He continued with these long, sensual licks that stimulated my entire vulva. My snatch felt hot and achy. My body felt full of electrical pleasure. His pace was playful enough to make my temperature rise, but not enough to push me over the brink and make me cum too fast.

His slow licks segued into deep sucks on my clit. I felt his hands exploring my ass. His thumb grazed my anus as if by accident, but, before long, I realized his intentions as his thumb pressed against the opening. Juices from him eating my pussy made everything wet down there and his thumb penetrated my asshole.

I was not really used to my ass being part of our sexual activities, but the forbidden nature of his actions excited me. It just felt right especially since we were on vacation.

He wiggled his thumb around a bit and began sucking my clit hard. I was so ready to cum. My thighs began to quiver, and deep convulsions overwhelmed my body.

"Oh, baby, yes!" I squealed. "Oh yes! Yes!"

My entire body was consumed with sexual gratification as my orgasm peaked. The anal stimulation added to the intensity of my orgasm. I was so glad he started the butt play this time.

I raised off him and I felt his thumb slide out. He looked pleased with himself with his glazed face and sly grin. He hadn't tried any butt stuff in a while because he got tired of me refusing. I thought he had given up. I was glad he didn't. He got up to wash his face without saying a word. He just kept grinning.

Over the next few days, we enjoyed great food and drink. We also did a little sightseeing, got a touch of sun, and had lots of great sex. I even let him play with my asshole a couple more times. He seemed to enjoy doing that and it felt nice once I got used to it.

One afternoon, while deepthroating his cock, I decided to return the anal favor and finger his ass. I slid my fingers backward along his perineum until I found the hole. With slight pressure it slid right in. This was much easier than I had expected, and he seemed to enjoy the sensation.

"Deeper," he whispered.

I obliged and began wiggling my finger as I sucked him. The next thing I knew, he grunted, and a massive gush of semen filled my mouth. Although this surprised me a little, I kept my wits about me, and with one fair gulp, I swallowed the main load and went ahead to slowly suck until every last drop was down my throat.

The next thing I knew, he had me on all fours, eating my pussy from the back while finger fucking my pussy and asshole. He had one finger in each hole to start, but soon I felt two fingers inside my pussy. He sucked my clit and banged me hard. I began to moan with pre-orgasmic pleasure when I felt my asshole stretch a little bit more as he slid another finger inside me.

The stimulation was so intense that I had to cum. I squeezed my pussy and ass and began to quiver with ecstasy.

"Oh yes! Oh yes!" I squealed. "I'm cumming! I'm Cumming! I'm ahhh ohhh oh holy shit!"

The orgasm had me losing my mind. I collapsed on to my side.

"Thank you," I breathed.

My husband snickered, "Thank you?"

"Yes. Thank you for fingering my ass and pussy. Thank you for all of it."

"The pleasure is mine," he grinned with a pussy glazed face. "Now I need to wash up."

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Our last night at the resort was drawing near so we decided to pick one of the on-site options for dinner. I was in the bathroom putting on my makeup when I heard him call to me,

"How about the 'Voyager'?"

"What do mean?" I asked.

"For dinner," he replied.

"Oh. Okay. What's the menu like?" I asked.

"Well, I'm not sure. I don't have my glasses on. But it looks like '

international bistro'

," he said.

"Sure," I said. "I just don't want to eat so much that we can't fuck hard when we get back."

"Ha okay," he laughed. He got up to kiss me and whispered, "...or we could fuck first."

I felt his hands on my ass. I rubbed his crotch and kissed him back.

"Let's get ready to eat. We're gonna be too hungry before long and we know how you get."

"Yeah, yeah," he snarked. He knew I was right though. He was not fun to be around when hungry.

We got dressed for dinner. I decided to surprise him and leave my bra and panties off. I thought I might flash him or maybe let him feel my tits or pussy at some point during the night if the opportunity presented itself. My skirt and blouse combo provided easy access, and I couldn't wait to tease him and drive him crazy.

On our walk to dinner at Voyager, my husband leaned into me.

"You look stunning," he said.

I stopped him and kissed him on the mouth.

"And you look very handsome," I said back.

I looked around quickly and didn't see anyone so I subtly pulled my blouse down just enough so he could see my breasts for a couple seconds. He grinned and patted me on the ass.

"Oh," he whispered. "No panties either? I need to adjust myself."

I grazed the front of his pants with my hand and felt that his penis had perked up a bit. I smiled. We started walking again and he put his hands in his front pockets to conceal his stiff predicament.

When we arrived in the lobby, I noticed an interesting font used to inscribe the word, "Voyager". It was a type of script that made it look like it said "Voyeur".

"How did that font pass the front office?" I asked my husband in hushed tones.

"What?" He replied.

I pointed at the name in the lobby.

"The font," I said. "It looks like it says something other than Voyager."

Just then I remembered he didn't have his glasses on when he picked this place.

"Oh. Does that say what I think it says?" He asked. "I didn't have my..."

"Right," I said. "Your glasses."

A lovely young host appeared from a door behind the desk.

"Hello. Two for dinner?" She asked with a smile.

Her outfit was - how shall I word this - revealing. It was tasteful-ish, I suppose, but a lace bra under a sheer top seemed a little over-the-top for a restaurant. I could see her nipples after all.

My husband noticed her too. He turned to me and asked if I wanted to try somewhere else. I thought for half a second about it and decided we could eat there. My naivete didn't let me process the situation we were about to enter. The name Voyeur and the scantily clad staff didn't register. Honestly, I was thinking this was an upscale Hooters type of restaurant.

The host showed us to our table and seated us.

"Your server will be right with you," she said.

Then she dropped her pen on the floor. When she squatted down to pick it up, I could see up her skirt. The light was dim so I couldn't be sure, but I didn't notice any panties. I wished we had our phones with me so we could read the reviews of this place, but we left them in the room.

My husband looked behind me and saw our approaching server.

"Oh my," he muttered.

"How are you two this evening?" asked the server. She wasn't wearing a bra either.

Although her top wasn't completely see-through, her hard, chocolaty nipples were easy to notice.

"Can I start you two off with any drinks?" She asked.

I tried to act normal.

My husband, with his irreverent humor, asked me, "Would you like some wine or maybe a buttery nipple?"

I didn't have a quick retort, so I just asked for a dirty martini.

"I'll have one of those too," he said.

"Certainly," she said with a coy tone and smile. "Perhaps a pair of buttery nipples for dessert then."

She listed off the specials and said our drinks would be out in a moment. She walked away and I nudged my husband under the table with a little pointy toe to the shin.

"What?" He grinned. "It's not my fault."

"Voyager indeed," I teased.

Inside I felt curious but a little anxious. I wanted to know what this restaurant was all about, but, then again, I wasn't sure I was ready for anything too risqué.

I began to look around the room. The couple next to us seemed to be enjoying themselves. She had removed one of her shoes and had her foot between his legs, rubbing his crotch. Her blouse was unbuttoned about down to her navel. His belt was undone.

I turned back to my husband.

"Casually look around," I whispered.

"Voyeur," he whispered back.

His voice made me tingle and I realized that this whole scene, although

a bit out of my comfort zone, was unexpectedly titillating.

The bar server showed up with our drinks.

"Your dirty martinis," he said as he set the drinks on the table. "Also know that we do offer a variety of dessert drinks. I heard you may be interested in buttery nipples. Here's our dessert cock... excuse me... dessert cocktails list." He set the drink menu on the table and walked away.

"Dessert cock?" My husband mused.

"Why is it the women are dressed in revealing outfits and the men aren't?" I asked. "He was fully clothed!"

"Did you really want to see his boobs?" My husband joked.

I just shrugged and slugged down the rest of my drink. I observed the couple next to us. His cock was totally out, and she was giving him a foot job. I looked around more. There was another couple making out in a booth; another couple fondling each other.

"I see what you mean," said my husband as he panned the room. "Wow."

Our server came back and asked if we had decided on food. We both

just got specials and I ordered another martini.

The server turned to walk away, and my husband said to me, "You should unbutton your blouse,"

The server must have heard him. She turned around and looked at him. "Oh sorry," my husband said to her." I was talking to my wife."

"Not at all, sir," she said, "I don't mind. It is getting a little hot in here this evening."

She unbuttoned her blouse except for the last button. She ran her hand along the placket, revealing part of her breasts.

"Is that to your liking?" She asked.

"Yes. Yes that. Um. Yes. Very well," he stammered.

The server looked at my blouse, then at my eyes. "Madam," she said with a tone that suggested I needed to get with the program. I felt compelled to oblige, so I unbuttoned my blouse. When I finished, she smiled and walked away.

"When in Rome," I said. I didn't know what else to say.

Our bartender arrived with round two for me. I looked up and saw he had taken off his shirt. He set the drink on the table.

"Anything else?" He asked.

"No. Um no. No thank you," I said as I stumbled over my words.

"My compliments to the lady," he said as he gazed at my partially revealed breasts.

Then the bartender turned to my husband, and, with a similar tone as the other server, said, "Sir," implying that my husband should join the fun and unbutton his shirt.

My husband was pretty free with his body, so it was no problem for him to untuck and unbutton his shirt. The bartender smiled and walked away.

I sipped about half of my drink down. The alcohol from the first drink began to set in. Our server appeared with appetizers I didn't recall ordering. Her top was off now too; her luscious tits were on full display. In kind, I removed my top and popped some food into my mouth. I was aroused and hungry now.

My husband ate a couple bites too. He also reached across the table and gently explored my breasts. When he gave my nipples a little squeeze, the sensation traveled like a hot wire to my clit. I started to care less and less about food and inhibitions. I noticed the foot job couple had turned into the blow job couple. The woman was under the table, fully sucking her man's cock. The make out couple had almost no clothes on, and the groping couple were now the fucking couple.

My husband stood and walked around the table to me. Without hesitation, he had his pants unfastened and his cock out. He was already getting hard when he pressed his penis against my cheek. I turned, opened my mouth, and engulfed his stiffening meat as if it were the only item on the menu. As I sucked, I occasionally glanced about. The servers were either naked or wearing sexy lingerie. The other couples were all engaged in sexual behavior. Everyone watched everyone else. It certainly was a sight to behold.

Our naked server approached me from behind and slid her hands down the front of my shoulders to cup my breasts. I hadn't had a woman touch me like that before. I liked it and I knew my husband did too.

"Can I get you anything while you wait for your dinner?" She asked.

"Maybe some olive oil," groaned my husband as I began to slowly slide his cock down my throat.

"Olive oil?" I thought. "Why olive oil?"

The server left and quickly returned to hand my husband the oil. The server and my husband stood me up and helped me out of my skirt. They moved the food aside and guided me on to the table, so I was on all fours, head down, ass up. This was my favorite position in private, but here I felt exposed. Then I felt my husband's fingers on my pussy and ass as he rubbed pleasure into me. Soon any misgivings about being naked on a table in front of strangers were gone. All I felt was lust. I heard moaning and flesh pounding against flesh. Within minutes, my husband was making my pussy cum.

"Yes! Yes!" I squealed, forgetting where I was. The server looked on and I could hear her encouraging me to cum.

I quivered with a delightful orgasm for all to see. I raised my head slightly to see people fucking and watching. I felt a cool liquid sensation drip down the crack of my ass, and I realized what the olive oil was for.

"Oh sexy," purred the server. "Very sexy."

Of course I was a little apprehensive, but my man hadn't steered me wrong yet with the anal exploration. I just was not expecting it to happen now in front of all these people.

I felt the tip of my husband's cock against my anal entrance. The juices from his precum mixed with the oil. Everything was slippery down there. I felt more pressure against my asshole.

"Oh yeah," said the server. "Take that cock in your ass."

He inserted the tip, and I felt my anal opening stretch just a little beyond comfortable. The server encouraged me more, telling me how hot it looked watching my husband's cock penetrate me. She reached and cupped my breasts again and gently pinched my nipples.

My asshole adjusted to his cock more readily than I thought it would. The server dripped more olive oil on his cock and my ass and soon I had taken all his rock-hard manhood into my tight little asshole. The feeling was so intense. My fists clenched and I gasped for air.

"Breathe," said the server as she released her grip on my tits.

I breathed and relaxed. She sat in my chair and began masturbating while she watched me take that cock in my ass. My husband slowly began moving his hips forward and back and I could feel my initial discomfort give way to anal pleasure. Soon his cock felt amazing in my ass. He picked up his thrusting pace. With all these people around watching, I was getting fucked in the ass for the first time. I liked it. I liked it a lot. My husband must have liked it too. Not much time had passed before he was getting ready to blow his load.

"I'm cumming!" He exclaimed. "I'm cumming."