It was to be a long night for Isabelle. After some brandy, Martin was very keen to retire. 'Very tired,' he said, yawning, 'Very long day.' He held out his hand. 'Coming, Isabelle?'
She smiled dutifully. 'Of course,' she said, rising. They walked up the staircase, hand in hand. 'Such a beautiful girl,' said Carmen to Jack after they were our of earshot, 'I think she really loves Martin.'
'Yes, yes, beautiful...' Jack murmured.
On the landing, Martin's arm went around her slender waist and Isabelle knew without a doubt what was on his mind. She also knew that she had to get to the bathroom first. Jack's copious outpouring was still smeared over her crotch, lower belly and upper thighs. Some had dried, but in the warmth of her cunt, it was still wet and viscous. She had to wash.
'I'm going to freshen up a bit.' she said as they entered their bedroom.
'I'll come and help you,' Martin said mischievously.
'No.' she said firmly, 'I need a little privacy. Otherwise what will you have to look forward to after the wedding?'
She was happy to note Martin's submissiveness. Once in the en suite, she quickly stripped off her panties and rinsed them in the sink. Then she straddled the bidet and washed Jack off her. As his semen washed off, she could smell its strong musky scent and was surprised that no one had noticed it downstairs. The smell went to her head and she knew wanted him again just then. But Jack was not waiting outside, Martin was. She sighed.
She slid out of her dress and stripped off her garter-belt and stockings. Then, clad in just her pearl choker and white high-heels, she stepped out of the en suite into the bedroom. Martin gasped. 'God, you're sexy,' he breathed.
Martin had not been idle. He was lying on the bed, naked. He was not a bad figure of a man. Shorter than Jack and not as muscular, he was submissive in bed and let her dominate. This suited her sometimes, but most of the time, she wanted him to be assertive. He groped and fumbled and grew too excited, too soon. It was always the same.
She lay down next to him in the bed and he timidly began to fondle her magnificent breasts. She closed her eyes and thought of Jack, his huge dick pistoning her on the couch. Her nipples puckered and hardened. Martin rolled on to her. She reached down and found his hard cock. She guided him to her. She was moist from the wash. His erection was of modest dimensions and he sank into her quickly. He began thrusting into her jerkily, crying out as he did so. He came almost immediately, in a small rush and pulled out of her. He clutched her in his arms. Then, after a short pause, he said, 'I'm sorry I came so soon, dear. But it was wonderful. Was it good for you?'
'Wonderful.' she said seriously, without a hint of irony. 'Its always good when you love someone.'
He smiled happily and was asleep within a few minutes. She lay awake for what seemed hours. Finally, she made up her mind. She slipped out of bed and drew on her baby-doll nightie from the night-stand. She found her slippers and padded out of the bedroom, down the hall to the master suites. She knew that Jack and Carmen had adjoining suites. She went to Jack's door and opened it a crack. It was smooth and well-oiled and opened without sound. She heard the sound of voices. 'Damn,' she thought, recognizing Carmen's voice. She put her eye to the crack. The bedside lamp was on.
Jack was sitting up against the pillows and Carmen lay beside him, her back to the door. They were both naked. Jack's manhood was rampant in Carmen's hands.
'If you think I'm going to swallow that monster, you better think again,' Carmen was saying, coquettishly, 'Get one of your young hussies to do that.' She jacked his huge cock, drawing some weeping pre-ejaculate. She massaged this into his foreskin, giving it a sheen. Her hands were now shiny in the lamplight.
Still holding him with one hand, she straddled him with the expertise of long practice. Her back was directly to Isabelle now and she marvelled that this was Martin's mother. There was not a hint of fat on her. The line of her back was straight and strong. Her hips and buttocks were rounded and firm. And unlike Martin's timid approaches, she was decisive. Jack was so long and thick that Isabelle was could see him between Carmen's thighs, as she raised herself above him. Holding him firmly, she hovered above him and then, with a sigh that quickly turned to a moan, she impaled herself on him. At first she only took in about four inches. Steadying herself with her hands on his shoulders, she worked up a rhythm, taking in more and more of him, until she had engulfed him completely. She was bouncing on him now, and wordless cries came from her.
Finally, he began to arch his back and push into her. Isabelle felt an ache in her cunt as she watched Jack thoroughly fuck his wife. Carmen writhed on him and came once and then again after a prolonged bout of threshing, during which he roughly kneaded her breasts, pinching her nipples till he was sure he would leave bruises.
Isabelle's cunt was now completely soaked and she was breathing heavily. She could not watch any more. To her ears, Carmen's cries of passion sounded triumphant and they were too much for her to bear. She silently shut the door and retreated to her own bedroom. Martin was still fast asleep. She stole into the en suite again and locked the door. Then she drew her trusty vibrator out of her toilet bag. Switching it on, she quickly began to stimulate her clitoris. She put a towel in her mouth to stifle her cries. She closed her eyes and played out Carmen impaling herself on Jack's huge manhood. Within seconds she was biting down hard on the towel and grunting. She pushed the vibrator into her cunt and pistoned herself savagely. She immediately began to come. The bathroom whirled around her and stars exploded in front of her eyes.
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Isabelle tossed and turned and only fell asleep in the early morning hours. Martin slept like a log and the bed was big enough that her restless stirrings did not wake him. Finally, she could take it no longer. She rose and went back to Jack's door. Opening it a crack again, she saw that it was dark, though moonlight streamed into the room through an undraped window. She could not believe her luck – Carmen was gone.
She entered swiftly and silently. She shed her robe and pulled back the sheets with one motion. Jack was still asleep when she fell on him, her mouth engulfing his sleeping cock. She began sucking quickly, breathlessly and greedily.
Jack was awake in an instant, in more ways than one. His manhood grew rapidly in her mouth and his hands sank into her hair, pistoning himself into her mouth. He was huge and she had to arch her neck to deep throat him when he thrust and regiment her breathing to avoid choking. Skilled as she was, she could only manage to swallow about two-thirds of his enormous length.
Soon, he released her and she crawled up on him, letting her firm breasts and hard nipples run along his belly and chest. 'I'm one of your young hussies,' she whispered, 'I'll give you head any time you want.'
Like Carmen earlier in the night, she raised herself, steadying herself with her hands on his shoulders. Then, as he guided his cock to her sopping vulva, she sank on to him with a groan. He did not push into her, but let her bounce rapidly up and down, setting the tempo. She was crying out now, and came in a gut-wrenching orgasm, and collapsed against him.
He pushed her back until she was on her back, still with him deep inside her. Now he began to piston her, quickly working up to jackhammer pace, causing her to lose all semblance of control. She was crying, begging, pleading for her release and then got it, ascending to another higher and wilder orgasm. Her contractions were now so tight, that against his will, Jack exploded, pumping another load of semen into her in a series of spasmodic thrusts.
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When she finally awoke, she was back with in Martin's room and sunlight was streaming into the room. The drapes and curtains had been opened. Martin was gone. She shook her head to clear it and found she had a dull headache. When her glance fell on the bedside clock, she saw that it was nearly noon!
This would never do! She knew that Carmen was planning a big pool-side brunch and had invited some neighbours over. She quickly brushed her teeth and pulled on her floral bikini. She inspected herself in the long bathroom mirror. The hip straps were very high cut and the brassiere was strapless and only just covered her dark red aureoles. Her thick nipples constantly threatened to escape. She usually wore this suit when she planned to go topless, so it did not matter. Today however,... No pool games, she thought.
She put on some Roman-thong slippers with block heels and perched her sunglasses in her hair. She draped a towel around her shoulders and descended the stairs. The first person she met was Carmen. She looked radiant, her blonde hair gleaming, her skin virtually flawless. She wore a yellow one-piece swimsuit with blue flashes on it. It had a low cut front and Isabelle thought she could edges of bruises on her breasts. Jack must have mauled her nipples last night, she thought.
Carmen hastened to Isabelle and took her hand. 'How are you, dear?' she asked, 'Martin said that you did not sleep very well. I slept like a log!' She giggled.
