Oh Fuck! This felt so good, she knew she was acting like a cheap whore but just didn't care, here she was bent over some grubby refuse bins around the back of the hotel, being rammed hard by a big-dicked Spanish waiter who must do this type of thing every damn week.
But God! it felt so dirty, screwing another man knowing it was just a liberating sexual act with no thought beyond the moment, and it had been so long since she felt a man other than her husband inside her! Just how had she got here?
She'd noticed him a couple of days earlier, swanning around the bar area like he was god's gift to woman, tall, dark, handsome and swarthy, with his shirt unbuttoned to the bottom of his chest and black. greasy hair swept back off his head.
He hadn't even noticed her, instead ogling and chatting up all the young, single ladies who'd come on holiday for some fun and after a couple of cocktails didn't mind where they got it. She'd laughed to herself about such juvenile antics, good luck to them, she thought to herself and after all, after recent events who am I to judge?
Still, her mind had kept wandering back to him over the following days, especially when, one night she'd noticed him walk away with a young English beauty. They reappeared about ten minutes later with the woman trying to rearrange her hair and smooth her clothing at the same time. He just walked past with a smug smile on his face, ignoring his recent conquest, just another notch on the bedpost.
The name on his staff badge was Marco. She'd mentioned him to Denise a few days earlier, who, of course suggested she went for it. "What have you got to lose honey?" she'd asked, "you're on holiday, your hubby is a complete sub, you're in charge, why not have some fun!"
Of course, at the time she'd said no, that wasn't a path she wanted to go down. But she still couldn't get him out of her mind, how his cock might feel inside her, so earlier that evening after a couple too many Pinot Grigio's, she'd sent her husband back to their apartment, he'd tried questioning her, but after a hard stare, had trotted off to bed like the good little boy he was. Tonight, she didn't want a good boy, she wanted a bad man.
She'd sat on a stool at the bar he was serving behind and tried flirting with him, something she was so out of practice at, she felt she was embarrassing herself as he initially ignored her endeavours. After a while however, he asked where her husband was.
"He's not feeling well, too much wine! he's had to go to bed" she laughed, "he's a bit of a wimp like that to be honest." He looked at her and held her gaze, now clearly more interested. "What I really need is a real man, one who can show me a good time." Was that too much? she thought to herself, too blatant? but he didn't seem to mind.
"Like me perhaps?" he asked, with a confident smile.
She knew he was an arsehole, a shallow, vacuous fool, but didn't care, she wanted excitement and was going to get what she wanted. "When do you finish?" she asked.
"I'm here until we shut, usually about two a.m." he answered and smiled when he saw her face fall, "but I'm due a break about now, would you like to go for a walk perhaps?"
And that was that! The deal was sealed. They walked away arm in arm, she looked straight ahead, hoping not too many guests were looking and judging. Her heart was racing, could she really go through with this? Could she fuck another man? and was it already too late to back out?
He quickly led her to a dark area, full of waste bins, yet very secluded, perfect for what they had in mind. He wasted no time, started kissing her neck and shoulders whilst simultaneously unzipping her dress. She initially tried to stop him but only half-heartedly, then, once he stuck his tongue in her mouth, popped her breasts out of her bra and started roughly pulling her nipples, she was lost!
He was so very different from her husband and just took exactly what he wanted. Her dress was pulled to the floor, he ordered her to step out of it and threw it over a bin, next her panties were roughly pulled down and he stuffed them in his trouser pocket, clearly planning to keep them as yet another trophy and she wondered how large a collection he must have.
He pushed her back against a wooden fence and quickly slipped two fingers up inside her, she realised she was absolutely dripping, her fluids actually running down her legs.
"I think you're ready," he whispered in her ear. 'What a prick!' she thought to herself and then thought exactly the same again as he stepped back and dropped his trousers. His dick wasn't especially long but the girth! Wow! That is impressive! she thought to herself and let him take complete control.
He wasted no time, stepping forward and ramming his cock inside her in one swift movement, eliciting a massive gasp from her. He grabbed her hair, pulled it tight, lowered his head and proceeded to give her a massive love bite on the side of her neck.
"A little something for your husband to think about," he smirked.
She should have been furious, how dare he! But instead looked him in the eye and mouthed, "Fuck me!." With that he started pounding her, hard, no delicacy, no finesse, just a good hard fucking and she wrapped her legs around him as he gripped her under her arse. 'Fucking hell, this felt good!' she thought, 'why would I deprive myself of this, this feels amazing!"
After a while he decided to change things around and pulled out, ignoring her cries of disappointment, he pulled her by the hair and bent her over one of the wheelie bins, kicking her legs wider apart to allow him easier access.
"Oh yes!" she cried aloud, "fuck me, fuck me hard!" and he started ramming into her again and again and again, getting a good rhythm going and slapping her bare arse cheek with one hand between thrusts as he held her still by gripping her long hair tight with his other hand.
She was in ecstasy, this felt amazing! His cock was stretching her like never before and she was close to reaching her climax.
"Honey?"
Fuck! what was that? "Honey?" and she felt a hand on her shoulder, Christ! It was her husband.
"Honey, are you okay?"
She opened her eyes and blinked with the sunlight partially blinding her as her husband looked down on her. "Are you alright?" he asked again as he continued to shake her by the shoulder, "you were making some very strange noises, was it a nightmare?" Her fantasy was well and truly over!
She looked around, she'd been asleep on the sunbed laying by the pool. She felt the dampness between her legs and looked at her husband, who seemed oblivious, perhaps putting her flushed demeanour down to the sun. "Drink" she croaked and he passed her a bottle or water. "No, something fizzy, something sugary please," she asked, needing him away for a while so she could sort herself out.
He disappeared to do her bidding and she looked around, no one else seemed to be looking her way and she guessed perhaps she hadn't been too loud in her dream after all, she wrapped a sarong around herself, stood up and quickly walked to the public bathroom to clean herself up.
They lazed around the pool until mid-afternoon then headed back to their room, she noted the towels had already been changed and the apartment cleaned and swept. There was a vase of flowers set on the coffee table, no doubt a present from the young lady who'd helped her spank her husband a few days ago, 'how nice of her,' she thought.
"Well, Hubbie dearest, I have one more surprise for you before we head home tomorrow, lay down on the bed, now!" she commanded, trying to keep her voice from quaking, this was a gamble, something they'd never done before, something she'd seen on those videos he'd saved on his phone.
He complied and she quickly tied his hands to the bedpost and blindfolded him, leaving him lying there helpless as she looked down upon him. She grabbed her bag of tricks and lay her tools out carefully by his side. He was squirming already, clearly vulnerable with no idea what was going to happen.
