Emma looked around her bedroom. Her bed was covered in small piles of clothes, ready to be packed away in her suitcase. Emma was extremely excited and hoped husband Paul would be as well.
She had booked a holiday and they were due to board a flight at Gatwick that evening bound for St Lucia in the Caribbean. However, she'd failed to inform Paul that they were going to an adults only resort which had a reputation for hedonism.
Emma and Paul's sex life was regular but had lost some of the excitement and lustfulness of their earlier years. Missionary was normal, the odd blow job, mutual masturbation but that was about it. Emma loved Pauls' long cock, the feel of it in her mouth as he squirted his cum into her. Emma loved cum, ever since her cousin had first cum in her mouth when she was just 13. She always made sure she swallowed it down.
The thought of what might happen made Emma tingle all over. She put her hand under her summer dress, feeling her freshly shaved pussy and running her fingers over her engorged clit. It was a hot day and Emma had foregone underwear. Emma shivered. Lust swept through her, she sat on the floor, leaned back against her bed and pushed her fingers into her pussy. She flicked her clit hard with her fingers. It was so sensitive it didn't take long for Emma's orgasm to build. Wetness seeped out of her pussy as she quickly thrashed her pussy with her hand and suddenly, she came in long jagged breaths.
"The first of many", she thought as she came down to earth.
As Emma finally closed her suitcase Paul arrived home. They packed their things in the car and piled in to travel to Gatwick. Emma, still horny, reached across to stroke Paul's cock as he drove. Paul struggled to keep his eyes on the road as Emma's urgent fingers made him hard. Unable to cope much longer Paul pulled into a lay by and let Emma pull his cock out and she proceeded to suck him dry. Paul came in a torrent as Emma hungrily took him deep in her throat.
"Yummy." said Emma. "I hope you've got plenty more of that. I intend to suck your cock as much as I can."
Paul groaned, his wife clearly hornier than ever. They cleaned up and got to the airport. Whilst Emma thought about joining the mile high club she decided she might need her energy in St Lucia and allowed Paul to sleep all the way there.
After checking in they were shown to their beachfront studio. The azure blue sea met the sky blue of the sky. Fluffy white clouds high scudding along on a stiff breeze. Coconut trees bending to the wind. Sand blowing along and naked people sunbathing and playing in the sea. Emma turned to Paul.
"I forgot to tell you. Clothes are optional." she said with a twinkle.
Their escort to the studio was a huge local guy. He'd introduced himself as Marlon. 6'5" tall about 18 stone Emma guessed and not an ounce of fat. His muscles rippled under his shirt and it was clear to Emma that Marlons cock wouldn't disappoint as she caught herself checking out Marlons package.
"I'm here to help you with anything you need or desire." He said.
"Anything at all." He emphasised, grinning at Emma who flushed under his gaze. Her pussy flinched, moistened a little. Her chest went red giving her excitement away.
"Don't forget tonight's welcome party at 8.30." Marlon said.
"What shall we wear?" asked Emma
"As much or as little as you wish." Marlon answered. "I'll be your waiter for this evening. I shall see you then."
Marlon left. Emma jumped on Paul. "Fuck me hard" she demanded, scrabbling for his zip and grabbing his cock which began to harden.
Emma pushed Paul onto his back. Lifted her dress. Surprising Paul that she was not wearing panties and that she was freshly shaved and very aroused. Emma took control. Grabbing Paul's cock putting it between her legs and thrust down hard , impaling herself on his hard cock. They both gasped together. Paul seeing his wife in a new light as she proceeded to fuck him. Light dawned in Paul's mind about this holiday and he realised it was what they both needed and wondered if he could persuade Marlon to fuck his wife. Emma pulled up. Paul's cock head glistening at the entrance to her pussy. She thrust down one final time. Paul's balls banging against her ass hole. She screamed loudly. Lost in her own orgasm not thinking in that instant about Paul.
At 8.30 precisely Emma and Paul entered the resort's meeting room. A large room, light and airy in the Caribbean style. Light woods mixed with summer colours and lots of soft furnishings adoring several couches. A row of chairs were set up in the middle, each one at the alternate to its neighbour. So if one sat down the person next to you would be facing but one's right thigh would be touching their left thigh.
9 other couples were in the room each having their own personal waiter. The waiters were of either sex. The ladies wore white bikini tops made up of barely there triangles held together by tiny pieces of string and thong panty bottoms pulled tight so everybody could see their camel toes and it was clear to everybody that they were all shaved smooth. The guys were all bare chested. All shaved smooth and appeared to be oiled as they glistened in the light. At the bottom they too wore thong briefs with the fronts large and bulbous to accommodate their obviously very large cocks.
Marlon approached them. He looked Emma up and down. Emma shivered. Emma was wearing a deep green bikini which accentuated her pale skin, modest in comparison to other ladies in the room. Paul was wearing a white polo shirt with khaki shorts and definitely felt over dressed.
