Monica
Ch. 3
By: Crawl2
The remainder of our summer escapades ended much like they started. Monica got more comfortable around our friends as the summer continued.
Around December Monica began speaking more about getting pregnant. Her biological clock was ticking, and it began to get serious with her. She hadn't been on the pill in over two years leading us to believe it had to be me. As much as I hated to have that checked out, I finally gave in. The results of my test that afternoon devastate both of us.
I didn't have a low sperm count. I had a no sperm count. The doctor and I traced it back to a serious accident I had as a teenager. I told the doctor if that's actually the case, I've spent a small fortune on condoms I never needed.
Monica and I discussed alternatives. I told her we could get her pregnant in a heartbeat, I just wouldn't be the biological father. We discussed a donor. The one thing we agreed on is that it wouldn't be our friends. Several reasons for that decision included: there could be a problem with our friendship down the road, we weren't sure how involved we would want the biological father to be, and it wouldn't be fair to the biological father if he couldn't see his child when he wanted to. It all seemed too complicated with friends.
I laughed and said, "I'm sure there are many men we don't know who would be willing to help us out."
She wasn't in the mood for my humor.
As it turned out, a few months later, in the spring, we booked a vacation to Mexico. I knew of a great place that she had not yet been to. We needed a break from the daily grind.
We stayed in a small bungalow a mile or so south of Playa del Carma. It was a one bed, bungalow with a small kitchen that sat fifty feet from the water's edge. There were three other bungalows like ours about 40 feet apart. None of the others were occupied when we arrived. We thought that would be a great place to relax and watch the waves. Between the bungalow and the water sat a pergola with an air mattress on a platform built about three feet off the ground.
The first day, in the late afternoon, we decided to walk down the beach. Monica had been laying out and swimming topless, wearing only a G-string bottom. I talked her into walking down the beach just as she was. She had me carry her top just in case she felt the need for it, so I put it in my pocket. About a quarter of a mile down the beach we found a small open bar on the edge of the beach and decided to get a cold beer or two. There were no customers, just the two guys who we later found out owned it.
The two guys were in their early twenties. Monica noticed they were both nice looking before we approached the bar. She asked me for her top and I simply smiled and said, "no."
She smiled back and said, "You're actually going to have me go into the bar topless?"
"Yes, if they complain, I'll give you your top."
"You're very funny Mark."
We stepped into the bar and met the two owners. They looked like brothers, but we found out they were just friends. I have to admit these two guys in their early twenties were nice looking and they were ripped. We introduced ourselves as we stepped inside the open bar. They couldn't take their eyes off her. Andris and Janos were the two men's names. They came from Hungary, opened a bar on the beach a year earlier and decided not to go back home. The guys were extremely nice, but I got the feeling they would have been nice even if Monica had been dressed.
We stepped up to the bar and sat down. Both men were behind the bar. Monica was a nervous wreck. Her hands trembled. Although she'd done her share of flashing, sitting in front of two good looking young men that were total strangers, topless, was a different situation. We sat and drank a few beers discussing where we were from and what we did back home. After an hour or so and a few beers, Monica appeared excited more than nervous.
I asked Andris and Janos if I could take a few pictures of them with Monica. Monica's eyes got as big as saucers. I don't think she was quite ready for that and my question to the guys caught her by surprise.
Andris answered immediately. "Sure, where did you have in mind?"
I pointed to the railing that had a backdrop of trees and asked, "how about there?"
They both moved to the railing almost instantly. Monica stalled and finished her beer. She then looked at me and asked, "how do you want us to pose?"
Janos grabbed another beer for us and handed Monica hers. She was now very nervous again. I suggested they stand near the railing on each side of Monica. For the next thirty minutes or so I gave them all ideas of how to pose for the pictures. I told Janos to stand behind Monica and to wrap his arms around her waist while Andris stood to her side. Then I told Janos to cup her tits with both hands. He stood behind her holding a tit in each hand and soon began tweaking her nipples with his forefingers. That wasn't something I had to suggest. Her nipples stood out like large pencil erasers. I then asked Andris to take one of her tits in his hands from the front. At this point, Monica was far more excited than nervous, and she began to really get into the photography. Less than a minute after fondling her tits from the front Janos leaned down and began sucking her nipple. Without any prompting, Andris came to her other side and took her other nipple into his mouth. I think Monica's legs began to buckle. She broke away a minute and stated, "I think I need another beer."
Monica went to get everyone another beer and I told the guys without her hearing me to pull the strings on her bikini bottoms. She came back between the two and almost immediately they pulled the stings on her G-string. She made a feeble attempt to jump away, but that attempt was clearly for show. When she did get away, she realized she had lost her bottoms completely.
Andris showed her the G-string as he put it in his pocket.
"That will make for a few nice pictures," I stated while laughing.
I stepped up to Monica and asked her if she was ok with everything. She told me she was nervous and wasn't too sure about it. I told her we probably wouldn't see these guys again, so just have fun.
Both guys continued about where they had left off and I took many more pictures. Then Andris slowly slid his hand down her stomach. I think he was waiting for an objection. When he didn't receive one, he began playing with her pussy. Jason sat on the railing and with Monica facing away from him, he wrapped his arms around her and began playing with her tits. Andris stood in front fingering her and she opened her legs more to give him better access and leaned back into Janos. Almost immediately he dropped to his knees and began licking her. He took his time and it was clear to me that he had his tongue buried deep inside her. Monica climaxed in less than a minute and began pushing his head away.
The instant Andris stood up, Monica dropped to her knees in front of him and pulled his shorts to the ground. I stepped to the side and took a dozen pictures while Monica gave him a blowjob. When she took his dick all the way down her throat and looked into his eyes, he came. Typical for Monica, she didn't miss a drop. She turned to Janos, stood him up, removed his shorts, and sat him back down on the railing. She wrapped her huge tits around his dick while sucking on it and he lasted about two minutes. Monica grabbed her bikini bottom and said, "that was fun, but we better head to the bungalow."
We told the guys we'd see them later, but in reality, we had no plans to do so.
When we walked a few yards away we were out of their sight. Monica was all over me. We stood there kissing for a few minutes as I played with her tits and pussy. We decided to take a short swim to cool off on our way back.
Monica smiled and said, "well that was different."
"If you mean different in the sense that you were completely nude in front of two total strangers as they played with and sucked on your nipples and fingered and licked your pussy, you could be right. Not to mention that you gave both blowjobs and all within a couple of hours from the time we met them."
Monica said, "did it bother you?"
"No, I'm the one who initiated most of it. You did look more nervous than excited at first."
"I was nervous. It began to get exciting when you started taking pictures. It got really exciting when they played with my tits. As you know playing with my tits puts me over the edge. It's almost as if I have two clits on my chest instead of nipples."
I laughed uncontrollably. I knew how sensitive her nipples were, but I'd never heard it put quite that way before.
When we arrived back at the bungalow we stopped at the pergola and jumped on the mattress. We basically attacked each other. As we were getting into it, Monica noticed a coupe walking up the beach. Instead of backing off as she would have a year earlier, she pushed me onto my back and mounted me. The couple continued to watch us as they slowly walked by. Both were smiling. Monica, without losing her rhythm smiled at them and then waved. They waved back and we finished what we had started.
After dinner that evening, we decided to go back to the bed at the pergola, listen to the waves and scroll through the pictures I'd taken. It fired both of us up in a big way. While she slowly rode me like a cowgirl I said, "you know, Andris and Janos would probably make excellent donors. It might even be a great deal of fun."
Monica didn't immediately say anything, but she did begin rocking a little harder.
I continued. "That could have very well happened today. When Janos was sitting on the railing and you were bent over giving him a blowjob, Andris licked your sweet pussy from the back and he could have slid right into you. Of course, if that had happened you know Janos would have taken you the same way next.
Monica rode me harder than ever before and climaxed soon after she picked up the pace. She sat on me while I remained buried in her pussy and said, "I'm not sure I could do that."
