Bob and Angela finally made it to their suite. Bob set down their single suitcase and plopped their duffle bag on top of it. He saw his knockout of a wife, Angela, make her way to the left, heading either to the bathroom or the suites bedroom. He strode across the living room area to the sliding glass door and balcony on the opposite side. Now they could begin a week long vacation in a beautiful all inclusive adult only resort, on this tropical island.
The couple took a trip like this every year, typically choosing a place where they could be their hot and horny selves freely. Bob was 6'1" and muscular with short dark hair, bulging arms and legs stretched his shirts and pants, while a strenuous workout routine kept his eight pack abs hard cut, to his wife's glee.
Angela was 5'7" with golden tanned skin she worked tirelessly to maintain and long dark brown hair. Her body was fit, her legs were toned ending in a plump rounded ass on her 44 inch hips that always made people look, her stomach was tight, slightly showing a six pack, what got her the most attention, her favorite body part, was her breasts, a set of perfectly round 32 L cup fake tits.
While both members of the couple were lookers, through the airports all eyes were on Angela's body. Honestly Bob could blame anyone, his wife was a bombshell. He knew for certain plenty of guys beat their meat to pictures and videos of his wife. He took pleasure in the knowledge that he could have his way with her hot body whenever he wanted. And he wanted to a lot.
Bob and Angela were amateur pornstars making movies from their home. Angela started showing off online as a way to bring in extra cash while Bob worked from an office. what started as lingerie and bikini modeling turned into nude modeling, then solo porn.
When she started making more than he did is when Bob got involved, at his wife's request. She convinced him they could make at least twice as much if he'd fuck her on camera. Bob took a leave from work and tried it for a week, he never went back to an office again, unless they rented the space for sex.
That was five years ago, now the pair of super fit fuckers were very dedicated to their "work". They spent a lot of time working out, ate well, and relaxed plenty. They spent at least nine hours a day having sex, practicing new positions, or just filming Angela sucking Bobs big dick, trying to "improve" her technique, she didn't need the practice but Bob never turned down the opportunity to be the supportive husband.
Today though they just checked in and were shown up to the Royal Honeymoon suite. Top of the building, no one able to see you, two large rooms, private pool, private hot tub, this was the life. There were only four of these suites in this tower of the hotel. Each facing a different direction and all connected by a hallway to a private elevator. Bob turned and looked around the suite.
The living room was huge, a large flat screen TV sat on one wall with heavily cushioned chairs and sofas around it, the four person hot tub sat in the corner opposite the door, walled by mirrors and one floor to ceiling mirror along part of the balcony. The bedroom was claimed by a large four post bed, two chairs, and a love seat.
He was pleased to find a sliding glass door opening to the private pool in each room. Looking outside he found a couple lounge chairs and a barrier fence separating each suite, a gate allowed access to his neighbors if he wanted. It looked like it was worth the money.
He turned around to find Angela had peeled off her clothing and was leaning against one side of the bedroom doorframe in only her black lace thong, her huge tits sitting firm on her chest out for all to see. She had one hand teasing her pussy through the fabric, the other squeezed one of her hefty tits. Her eyes were filled with primal lust, she bit her bottom lip as she looked her husband up and down.
"I want to suck my husbands huge cock." Her voice was husky, hungry, dripping with desire. She seemed to give off this aura of sexuality, the way she stood, the way she moved, everything seemed sexually suggestive, the woman was sex. Bob could fuck her for days and it seemed like it wouldn't be enough. His wife looked and acted like she was the epitome of lust, nothing else could come close to comparing.
"Then come here." Bob said, his voice a low baritone, carried across the room effortlessly. His eyes feasted on his wife's body, he instantly felt the rush of blood to his groin. He smirked and stepped out of his shoes and socks before pulling his shirt off, his torso was muscular and hard cut, like the rest of him. He was tempted to tell her to crawl, she looked so fucking sexy when she crawled.
Angela took her first step, smirking like she was reading his mind, on the second step bent a leg further, the third step even further, her hands and arms went out as she landed gently on all fours on the fourth step. Her expression was hunger, pure and all consuming. Her eyes alone could make men cum, occasionally the look she gave was all
Bob needed before he blew a load.
