Adventures with My Slut Wife

I generally hate going places. I like my house. Relaxation is laying in bed, playing games on my phone with a movie in the background...

Don't get me wrong, I like people and all. Hell, I have a job in sales. It's just that socializing is my job. At home, I can shut everything and everybody out. Really get down to the business of relaxing and recharging.

Generally, I don't understand the concept of people going out of town to relax. For me, vacation is stressful. Going to some hectic airport, sleeping somewhere hundreds of people have slept before, and eating food full of fat, sodium and sugar isn't my idea of self indulgence.

My wife, on the other hand, is the exact opposite. She loves going out. Concerts, attractions, socializing. It's exciting for her. When I met her, I thought we balanced each other out.. If it weren't for her, I'd be a hermit and never leave the house. If it weren't for me, she probably wouldn't ever come home. She would be out drinking every night until dawn. I thought she was the yen to my yang.

In fact, she was so wild, we decided on having an open marriage to make us both happier. If something happened with somebody else, and it was a just sex situation, I told her to have at it. If it was emotional, that would be cheating. So far, she hadn't told me anything about anybody else, and I certainly hadn't cheated, but I understood. Sometimes things get out of hand. She was hot, and things happen. After all, I liked the freedom too. It wasn't like we were having kids. We just wanted to have fun and do what we wanted.

Then, about six months ago, I was laying on my bed trying to enjoy my Saturday when Cindy plopped down beside me. She had just come home from the gym, and was wearing tight yoga pants and a striped shirt that showed off her tits. "You want to go to Jamaica?" she asked. She looked directly at me with that pleading look in her eyes. The one puppy dogs utilize when they want a bite of the ribeye you're eating. I didn't react and kept looking directly at my phone screen.

"Fuck no." I said, still playing some stupid war tactics game.

"The Miloney's have a place there. They want us to tag along the first week in June. Are you sure you don't want to go?" she asked. "You like them."

Did I? I'd met Jim Miloney maybe twice. He was an attractive enough guy. Tall and in good shape with dark hair. I could see how Jennifer was attracted to him physically, but he was brash and uncouth. Still, I didn't dislike him. Probably because I always knew where I stood with him. He says whatever he wants in that strong Philadelphia accent, damn the consequences.

If anything, I envied him for it. I always have to make sure people think well of me. I have to watch my language, say the right thing, pretend I like kids, laugh at people's jokes that aren't funny, and do all that convincingly. It pays off. I am a fairly successful realtor, and how much people like me directly translates to money in the bank. Jim, on the other hand doesn't give a fuck. If he disagrees with you about anything, you'll hear about it.

His girlfriend Jennifer I saw all the time. She was my wife's best friend and fucking hot. Frankly, I was surprised she was with a guy like Jim. How he managed to get a tall, hot blonde with a bubbly personality was beyond me. Anyway, his girlfriend and my wife met at work, and were best friends. Both were hair stylists in the same salon and had a lot in common. They looked a lot alike too with long blonde hair and similar builds. My wife's tits were bigger, but they were both outgoing and had similar interests in movie stars, hairstyling techniques, waxing, and nail design...and travel.

Even so, I wasn't sold on taking a trip with them. I liked Jennifer and Jim, but a whole week with them? "Cindy, I just want to stay here. Spend time with Max." Max was our Golden retriever.

"My mom can watch Max, and it won't be crazy, I promise." Cindy argued. "You can stay at the beach house, and I won't make you go anywhere." she promised.

"Famous last words." I told her, thinking back to the time we went to Hawaii. All I wanted to do was lay on the beach, but leave it to my wife to find a full agenda in a place where you're supposed to sit around and do nothing. She wanted to go snorkeling, go to Luau's, take every God damned tour imaginable. I just wanted to relax and lay around. I won't say I'm sorry we went, but I could have done a quarter of what we actually did and I would have been a lot happier.

"Come on, all we have to do is pay for plane tickets down there and Jennifer says the house is really nice."

"We'll have to pay for food, too." I told her. "That always costs."

"It's included." Cindy continued. "Besides, it's not like we can't afford it. Didn't you just sell a 2.5 million dollar house?" I stayed silent. "Besides, why have you been working out if you don't want to show off your beach body?" she asked.

I relished the compliment as she pulled the phone from my hands and placed it on the bedside table. She then took her carefully manicured fingernails and ran them lightly on my cock.

I rolled my head back as she lowered my boxers, then plunged her mouth on my hardened cock and sucked it. I loved watching her head bob over my member, and the amazing feelings that washed over me as she fucked me with her face.

"Oh, fuck." I said, relishing the way she moved her tongue over the head.

"We're going to have the best sex down there too." she whispered, taking a break from sucking. "Every morning, noon, and night." she said and giggled.

She stood so that I could relish every curve of her sexy body as she did an evocative strip tease for me. She was proud of her body, and seemed to want me to look at her and compliment her on it at every opportunity.

"Fuck, you're hot." I said, and watched her face light up as she cast off her too tight yoga pants. With her shirt, she took her time teasing me a little before inevitably exposing her amazing rack.

God, she looked amazing. She went to the gym most mornings, worked at a salon so her hair and nails were on point, and had her boobs done (before I met her five years ago), which she was particularly proud of. Double D's. Sexy as hell on her slender frame. Worth every penny she paid for them, and she loved to flaunt them during sex, and she loved it all. Oral, anal, vaginal...she even loved it when I plunged a dildo in her ass or pussy while I was fucking her, and would beg for it until she came.

Soon after the strip tease, she slid my cock into her slippery wet pussy. I marveled at how wet and hot it was. Even more hot and wet than usual. In fact, it was so hot and ready, it nearly sucked my cock inside of it without any effort on my part. I could feel juices spilling out over the sides. It was so wet. In retrospect, that should have been my first clue just what crazy sex was in our future, but I didn't think so at the time. I didn't put two and two together.

She was bouncing up and down my cock, and I watched her gravity defying tits bounce around, mesmerizing me until she tensed her pussy muscles around my cock, which in turn made me cum hard inside of her in a matter of minutes.

When it was over, she asked again if I would consider going to Jamaica. By then, I was putty in her hands. My brain flooded with endorphins and dopamine, I forked over my credit card for a plane trip.

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Four weeks later, my sexy wife and I boarded a plane and took the almost four hour flight to Montego Bay.

I hate flying. It's cramped, it smells, and they over charge for any of the second rate food they serve. The air is recirculated, and you have to bring your own entertainment. I remembered how my own parents got dressed up to fly back when I was a kid, and wondered if it truly was any better back then. It seemed to me the only thing that could make the experience any worse would be a suit and tie, but what did I know?

We got out of the plane, and I wasn't impressed with the airport. Unlike Hawaii, the building hadn't been updated since the 1970's, and looked dingy and worn. The bathrooms were clean, but there were rusty bolts holding down the toilets, and the linoleum was peeling from the floors. The mirrors were splotched with age. Additionally, the gates had ancient, worn seats with an aged appearance. Even the turnstiles looked as though they hadn't been swapped out for years and years.

To make matters worse, it was raining when we stepped outside the airport. Even so, there was a reggae band playing at the entrance, and there were lots of vendors outside of the airport trying to sell everything from coffee to alcohol.

Of course Cindy was off trying to find Jamaican blue mountain coffee (which she claimed was the best coffee in the world) but I stood under an awning with most of our luggage and waited for our friends to come pick us up.

Suddenly Jessica, my wife's friend, appeared beside me wearing a barely there, pink clingy dress with brightly colored heels. Her hair was up, and her breasts looked bigger than I remembered. They looked round and firm, and I was sure that she wasn't wearing a bra under that flimsy material.

She bounced those big breasts up and down in excitement and gave me a hug. I concentrated on how good her breasts felt against my abdomen. Nope, she definitely wasn't wearing a bra.

"So good to see you, Charlie! Where's Cindy?" she sang. "I'm so glad you're here!" I had to admit, her excitement was infectious. Maybe I could relax and have a good time after all.

I pointed to a coffee vendor, and ogled Jennifer's body as she hurried towards my wife. Jessica had always been attractive to me, but in this dress she was even more amazing. She was both slender with a nice athletic back side, and those boobs! How had I never noticed them before? Had it been the cold Philadelphia weather? There they looked small and sweet. Here they were gravity defying, and I couldn't help but wonder what she looked like naked. Jim was a lucky son of a bitch.

It was then I saw Jim waving from a van he was driving, so I pushed his wife's curves to the back of my mind, and gestured for the girls to hurry over. Airport security only allows people to wait a fraction of a second before making you circle around if you aren't actively loading or unloading it seems.

Cindy grabbed a receipt for two big bags of coffee in royal blue packaging, and both girls jogged towards where Jim was parked. I couldn't help but notice both sets of sexy breasts jiggling under their clothing. Jim killed the engine, hugged us both, and then helped me cram our suitcases in the back while they got in the van. Of course even with that music playing, the security people seemingly scowled at us for taking too much time. I guess security people are the same world wide.

"This rain will clear up." Jim said once we all piled in and headed towards the beach house. Jennifer and Cindy sat right next to each other in the back seat. "It never lasts long." he continued about the weather, and seemingly stole a glance at my wife in the rear view mirror. As the locals say, the rain here is nothing but liquid sunshine." He was driving on the left side of the road like they do in England, and it tripped me out like it had when we visited London a few years back.

The ride was around 45 minutes long, and even though I was starting to get excited about what Jamaica had to offer. I noticed small houses painted bright colors, with chickens and goats wandering around freely. There were also hand made signs directed to the locals to buy things like eggs and plantains. I imagined the food was probably pretty good here. Likely lots of fish, and I was eager to eat the ackee I had heard about and hoped I would have the opportunity to try it.

When we got near the beach house, the vibe was completely different. We left the village behind and saw manicured lawns, and resorts fit for royalty. We then drove out further where things became more and more elite and exclusive looking. Finally,,we passed through a gate, and for the first time, saw the place we would be staying..

I was shocked.. As a realtor, I knew this house would cost millions of dollars. Probably in the 10's of millions of dollars, actually. It looked new, and I could tell from the views alone just the plot would cost a fortune. I knew Jim did well for himself, but I wondered how he managed to get his hands on a house like this, even to rent. It looked like an absolute oasis. Something a movie star might escape to. More like a villa than a house. When we pulled up, I was impressed. It even looked as though it had staff quarters, and was mere steps away from the beach.

When we went inside, I couldn't believe it. The rooms were huge. We had a jacuzzi tub in our bathroom, and it looked like there was a gym in the house, as well as a theater, an outside hot tub, a pool, and it was on the beach. On the tour Jim gave us, I counted 5 bathrooms, one half bath, seven bedrooms, and I guessed it to be about 1-,000 square feet.

"How much is this costing me again?" I whispered to my wife as soon as we were alone in our room. I thought we would be roughing it in motel type accommodations, but the bed was much nicer than the one I had at home, and more comfortable. Evidently whoever did the interior decorating put as much time into the guest bedrooms as they did the master.

"They said don't worry about it." Cindy reassured me, but I felt somehow guilty. Like I should help pay.

Was Jim a member of the mob or something? I thought he was a run of the mill engineer. I didn't think he was doing badly, but I didn't think he was making millions..

Just then there was a knock at the door.

"Hello. I am James." a tall black man said with an accent that was indicative he was born and raised in Jamaica. He was handsome, but thin, and he sounded strong and very in control. I wondered if he had been in the military.

"Hello James?" I said, confused. He was pushing a tray with what looked like mimosas and plates of various fruits and chocolates on it. My wife was trying not to look impressed. Like we were used to such treatment and had our own servants at home.

"Will you be needing anything additional?" he asked, saying the word additional with a crispness I couldn't replicate if I had to. "sunscreen, water bottles, extra towels. I will get it for you." he said. Not I'll get it for you, I will. He didn't do contractions, I guessed.

"Um, maybe the towels, sunscreen and water by the pool?" Cindy said. "I think I'll go down for a swim."

"Of course," he answered. I reached for my wallet to tip him, but he said "no, no." and then, "We eat at 8 o'clock on the patio." he continued. I noticed how he caressed the O in patio long after the word was completed. I looked outside, and saw that the rain had cleared up, just like Jim predicted. It was almost like the expensive real estate could dictate the weather. "If you need anything else, just dial zero the house phone." he said, again elongating the vowels. He then bowed his head and left.

I grabbed a mimosa and the trey of chocolate covered fruits. I then lay down on the bed and tried it out. It was fantastic. Probably even better than the bed I had at home, and that was saying something. I always spent top dollar for my mattress and bed linens, and drove Cindy crazy spending months in order to find just the right one.

"Wow," Cindy said. "I've never been to a place that was better than the pictures before." she said, and smiled. I looked this place up online, but assumed maybe we had a room in the house maybe., I never imagined we'd have the place to ourselves with a staff. I wonder if even Jennifer knew." she said. I guessed she probably didn't. Jim and Jennifer had been dating about a year.

She then took off her top, exposing her perky breasts.. She got them for her 30th birthday, and I never got tired of looking at them. They were the definition of "the gift that keeps on giving," Especially during sex. I loved how they stood up on their own and seemed to defy gravity, even when we fucked missionary style.

"Jennifer said to go down and meet her by the pool." she said. "You want to come?"

"After a little while." I said, wanting to relax a little before having to socialize.

I watched her take everything off, put on a gold two piece she bought for the trip. I loved how the bathing suit could barely contain her large breasts, and only covered her nipples. Also how the gold accentuated her skin.

My cock twitched, and she left the room, closing the door behind her.

I enjoyed some of the chocolates and strawberries, and watched Cindy walk out to the pool, and lay down on one of those chairs designed for sunning yourself. I started stroking myself, thinking about the beautiful sets of tits I'd seen on Jennifer and my wife earlier at the airport and walking around the house. I then let my imagination run wild, and thought about the two of them making out. How hot it would be to see them kiss and rub their hot breasts together when I noticed Jennifer walk out topless and lay down next to my wife.

At first I wasn't sure she was topless. I thought it was my horny brain in overdrive. Maybe she was wearing a skin colored bikini, but the more I looked, the more I was certain her tits were uncovered. She was wearing bright blue swimsuit bottoms, but there was no bra. Nothing. Just gorgeous naked tits from a distance.

Fuck, her tits were beautiful too. Nice round, sexy, like my wife's. How had I never noticed? I wanted to go down and bury my head in her beautiful tit flesh. Beautiful gravity defying melons. It finally occurred to me that she had probably gotten a boob job since I saw her last. She must have. They weren't that big back in Philly. Not even close. At least they weren't the last time I saw her, and I loved it.

I was certain the girls weren't looking my way so I continued stroking myself to the beautiful image before me. It was so hot watching two women having a casual conversation while one of them was sitting there topless.

Of course it was hardly a porn film, but I was becoming more and more turned on seeing my wife's friend's breasts. I thought I was lucky to see them even under the sheer pink dress she had on earlier. I wondered what would happen if I went down there now. Would she scream and put on a top? Would she sit there and have a conversation with me too?

I continued my fantasy and imagined my wife taking off her top too, and thought about what a fucking amazing site that would be. What if I could sit between the two of them, practically naked? What if they noticed my erection and Jennifer started rubbing it. I got lost in the fantasy, thinking about the girls freeing my cock from my swim trunks and working together to give me a hand job, then maybe even oral sex. Fuck.

Just then I saw my wife reach out and touch Cindy's breast. It was just a quick squeeze, but the unexpected sexual touching caused me to bust my nut all over my stomach and chest.

I watched them a little longer, laying there in a post orgasmic stupor after I'd cum, then decided to go down to the pool myself. It would be rude not to.

I put on my swim trunks and admired myself in the mirror. I had a six pack. Well, almost. Maybe more like a 4 pack, and was pretty certain my cock wouldn't inflate again, at least for a little while. If Jennifer decided to keep her top off, I could control myself in front of our host.

"Hey girls!' I said, and smiled as I went out.

"Charlie! Hey!" Jennifer said. She sat for a second, and I was able to get an eye full of her luscious tits up close, but she quickly covered them with a towel.

Even so, the image was burned into my brain. They were large, and soft, and round, and her nipples capped with the most beautiful shade of pink, and I could see in far more detail than I could from our room. Just naked, sexy, perfect tits.