"Hey, Matty, why you doing that?" The woman's voice broke through my reverie, as I lay naked on the bed, my cock softening, the cum seeping into my pubic hair.
I scrambled under the bedclothes, embarrassed, looked at Marie, apologising, flustered. We had got to know Marie over the 5 or 6 days we had been at the hotel and apartment complex -- our chamber maid. Marie was in her early twenties, from the Philippines. She had typical Filipino long black hair. Round face. She was taller than most -- maybe 5' 6" and slim. She had a typical oriental look and manner, and was gorgeous. We had chatted when my wife was around and we had found out a little about her -- she was at the resort working for the summer -- like many of the other staff - to raise enough money for her course back in the Philippines where she would return after the season was over. I think she had come to like us as well, maybe developed a little crush on us.
"Don't worry Matty, I won't tell, I'm not worried. Seen a lot of things much worse in rooms when I'm cleaning." I must have missed her when she entered the room -- well, when you're wanking and dreaming of orgies and the wife's sister and mother you don't hear much....... Marie had been watching near the door, but as I covered up she crossed the room towards the en suite bathroom and grabbed the corner of the sheet and pulled it off me with a big smile on her face, leaving me naked on the bed, my cock and balls glistening from my cum.
"So why you wanking when you have gorgeous wife? Why you not doing it to her?" Marie's lack of embarrassment was odd, but made me just lie there on the bed naked. "You should have wife on the bed with you. She not sleep in bed with you?"
Marie disappeared into the bathroom and came out with a towel. She came towards the bed. "Here, I am supposed to clean everything in the room." Before I realised what was happening she was wiping my cum off my stomach and cock with the towel, as if she were just wiping a few dishes in the kitchen. Marie might not have felt embarrassed: I felt acutely embarrassed!
"Course she sleeps in the bed with me. But the trouble is her mother sleeps in the bed over there at the same time. We're never alone. How can I, um, with my mother-in-law watching and listening?"
My mind wandered back to the monumental cock up this holiday had become. Sadly it was not a "cock-up" literally.
I liked my mother-in-law, Judith. She was on her own since her husband Mike had died in a car crash two years before. It had taken her two years to come to terms with his death, and now in her mid fifties she was ready to go on her first holiday. Judith was just an older version of her daughter in looks, although she kept her blonde hair short, whereas Tammy my wife kept hers long. They were both about 5'6", both nicely shaped, although Judith had filled out -- in all the right places -- with age. Neither were slim. Both would be called curvy. It wasn't a problem when Tammy asked if her mother could come on holiday with us. She would have her own room, we would have ours.
For me holidays were about sunbathing, sightseeing, and long slow sex with my wife! Life generally was busy -- we were both rushing around working to keep our teenage kids in their fashions, sports and hobbies, and sex was quicker, had to be fitted around all sorts of work and leisure activities. But holidays were the place where we could just spend lots of time enjoying it, especially as the kids spent the summer months with their real father in the south.
Tammy had married Tom when she was only eighteen. He was a good guy, but they were both too young for marriage, and before they realised it had two gorgeous children. The breakup had been unpleasant, but that was well in the past and common sense had prevailed. Both Tom and Tammy had remarried, and I had been married to her for 7 years.
So it was planned. The kids would spend the summer with their father. Myself and Tammy would have a hot holiday in more ways than one, both on the beach and in the bed, and while Tammy's mother Judith had been added to the party, it was still going to be fine.
It was, until we got to the hotel. We might have filled the forms in wrong, or confused the booking clerk when we talked about a family holiday. Or the computer system had messed up. Or the hotel had double booked rooms. They had us down as husband, wife and daughter, happy to share a family room! Of course we complained, and were given free meal vouchers for the whole holiday, but there was no alternative -- Myself and Tammy in the same bed for two weeks, with her mother in a single bed in the same room. And that was the end of my dreams. The last thing you want in a room when you are having sex is your mother, or your mother-in-law!
I had tried a number of times, cuddling up to Tammy in bed, reaching around caressing a breast, letting my cock rub between her ass, but each time she had moved away and whispered no. Mum will hear. It was hard -- part of me found it even more exciting to know her mother would be there...... Through the day we couldn't find time when there wasn't somewhere to go, or do, or see. On about the sixth day was the first chance of being alone and guaranteeing being alone, or so I thought. Tammy and Judith had gone to the local town to shop. But I had forgotten Marie, that she would be coming in. Here I was, caught wanking, with cum all over my cock, and a gorgeous Filipino woman wiping my cock with a towel. A towel she threw in the laundry basket after she had finished.
"So, you are saying you no get any sex because mother-in-law is here?" She smiled.
"Nothing," I replied gloomily.
"So your balls were aching and you had to have a wank today?" She giggled: she seemed to have no embarrassment as she spoke. "Perhaps by next week you would fuck me?"
"No, I couldn't do that, I adore Tammy. Love her mother. Just have to stick it out."
Marie was sweeping the floor of the room, then stopped and paused. "If your wife said you could fuck me, would you do it then?"
This conversation was feeling truly bizarre, but my cock was beginning to stir. I would love to fuck Marie -- she was hot. "I guess so..........."
"Your cock is twitching Matty. You would love to!" Marie returned to her sweeping, but I interrupted her again. "Marie, do you talk to everyone like this. So openly?"
"No. Just you. You and Tammy and mother have been so nice to me this week. I would repay any one of you, or all of you if I could. But I'm not naughty. Everyone must like it." Marie winked extravagantly as she said it.
My mind whirled at what she might define naughty as -- she sounded very naughty to me. Suddenly Marie started to giggle. I stared hard at her.
Marie spoke through her giggles: "Suddenly know why you find it so hard. You want her mummy to watch. I bet you really want to fuck mummy as well." I said nothing, but my cock began to twitch hard and gave me away. Marie giggled again.
"Matty, I know things, you know. You've got to tell them. And do it. Because I reckon they want to as well. Have you ever thought they did the room thing on purpose. They might not have said anything......."
I was aghast at what she said, but as my mind turned over I wondered whether she might be right. But I would be too scared to say anything -- how do you introduce that into a conversation. "Darling, I want your mother to watch us fucking, then I want to fuck her as well, and want to watch the two of you having sex as well. And by the way, can we let Marie fuck us all as well?" I didn't say it out loud. I listened to Marie again.
"You'll never say anything, will you Matty? So tell you what. You got 24 hours to tell them. If you don't I will tell them. And when you have had both of them, tell them you want little Marie to join you as well........."
I gasped, would Tammy?
Marie gave me a broad smile. "Matty, take your hand off your cock. You're going to want everything you got when you fuck those two gorgeous ladies at the same time. Gotta go, more rooms to clean........."
Marie was out of the room and gone before I could remove my hand. I hadn't even realised I has been stroking my cock again in the fog Marie had created in my mind. I looked at the clock. Maybe get dressed, go find a drink........
It was late afternoon when the three of us were sitting on the balcony, enjoying a cold drink. Judith and Tammy were chatting, looking at the clothes they had bought, the gifts to take home. As they chatted I let my mind wander, until suddenly was aware the conversation had changed and was being aimed towards me. Tammy was talking. "Matty -- we met that girl Marie just now -- really sweet. Bet she is a real head-turner for a hot blooded male. Anyway Matty, she was saying how sad she was that you didn't seem to be enjoying your holiday. What did she mean? Thought you were having a great time?"
I mumbled something, but Tammy wasn't going to let me off the hook, nor Judith. It was Judith who continued. "I'm having a great time, and it was so nice of you to let me come. What's wrong. Is it me?"
I squirmed and tried to change the subject, but for some reason they were like dogs with bones. Over and over they asked why I was unhappy. What was wrong. I kept trying to deflect the questions. In the end it was Tammy who pushed the buttons too far, to mix a metaphor. "So how can we make you happy. What do you want to do..........."
I snapped. "You know what I want to do, but you won't, because your mother is here. I've had to take cold showers all week to cool down."
