I woke up before Jill as usual, and laid silently in bed beside her while reliving the events of the previous evening in my mind. The morning sun illuminated her body as it found its way through the cracks in the curtains. She was still naked, laying on her stomach with one leg and one cheek of her smooth firm ass exposed from the edge of the sheet. I could just make out a glimpse of the tender pink flesh of her shaved pussy between her slightly splayed legs.
My cock stirred as I recalled the drunken events, culminating in a total stranger fucking my lovely fiancé right here in this bed. I began to stroke slowly while I relived her squeals of passion, as the big stranger pounded her tight little pink tunnel. He was merciless, pounding his long cock deep into my girls wet pussy while she writhed and moaned incoherently. Her juices flowed freely around his stiff member and coated her inner thighs. I could still hear the wet sound of his heavy balls slapping against her swollen lips as he hammered her faster and faster. She screamed out her orgasm as he shoved his engorged dick deep into her warm wetness, and let her pulsing tunnel drain what seemed like a full cup of cum deep into her womb.
I found my hand moving faster as I gazed down at her sleeping naked body, so sexy and so vulnerable. Suddenly it dawned on me that I could have her slick little pussy instead of my hand. I threw the sheet to the side and unceremoniously mounted her from behind. I felt her stir as I lined up my throbbing cock at the entrance to heaven's gates. She groaned as I smeared the precum from my dripping cock head up and down her tender slit, before pushing it inside. I wasn't sure what to expect after the beating she took last night from our new friend, but she was as tight as ever. It took several strokes, going a little deeper each time, before I finally pushed through to her slick inner depths. When I felt the wetness I slid in all the way to my aching balls. Once fully engulfed by her warmth I stopped moving, letting her adjust to the early morning invader. She was beginning to rouse herself, and began a deliberate slow grind against me. It felt so good that I had to grab her hips and hold her still to keep from cumming right then.
After I calmed down a little, I began a slow withdrawal all the way to the tip of my cock, before sliding back into her warm tunnel. I marveled at how wet and slick she was already. Then it dawned on me that perhaps she was so wet, because she still had the remainder of our combined sperm inside of her from last night.
With that epiphany I was overcome with pure animal lust, consumed with the need to mate, to plant my seed, to again take back what was mine! I grabbed her hips lifting them roughly into position. She was face down on the mattress, and her hands gripped the sheets in front of her . Her pretty ass was displayed lewdly.
In my minds eye, last nights events played out like a movie in 3D. I pictured her just as she had been, in this same position as Jason pounded her just a few hours earlier. I was fucking her hard and fast, skin slapping against skin, just like he had done. Her moans increased in both volume and pitch as her body responded to my assault.
I grabbed a handful of her thick blonde hair and held her down as I used her for my own pleasure. This wasn't making love to my fiancé, this was rough fucking the little slut that fell asleep in my bed last night, after she had been thoroughly fucked by two men. I heard myself grunting like some kind of ape as I assaulted her soft warm depths.
I don't know how long we went on like that, but we were both panting like dogs, and I was starting to sweat freely when she moaned loudly into the pillow like she was in pain, and I felt her pussy convulse. Suddenly she clamped shut, squeezing me out along with a gush of her fluids mixed with whatever remained of last nights collection of semen. She writhed and moaned as I stabbed at her, attempting to force my way back inside. The gates were closed tight as my cock slid between her swollen lips time after time, smearing the viscous cum over her sensitive little clit. She jerked and shuddered with each futile stab, but her pussy refused to let me back in. Finally I took my swollen member in my fist and aimed it directly at her dripping pussy. Her pink lips splayed around the head of my cock as I spewed forth a veritable guizer of molten hot white fluid. It spewed from her lips in every direction, before dripping into a wet puddle on the sheet.
Somehow we managed to find a dry spot, and we spooned as we drifted back to sleep.
I remember thinking that we were going to have to call the desk for a complete change of linen, before drifting off.
It was nearly 11 AM by the time we roused ourselves again. I made coffee as Jill showered, then took my turn, before heading out for a late breakfast. We were both pretty quiet as we ate. The combination of too much to drink, the late hours and the incredible sex was taking it's toll. I ordered us both a Bloody Mary after we ate, and by the time we finished them we were both beginning to feel better.
Back at the hotel we changed into our swimsuits and headed out to get some sun. The temperature was in the mid 70's, with just a few puffy clouds against a gorgeous blue sky. I kept an eye out for Jason as we strolled down to the white sand beach, but saw no sign of him. As we spread our towels on the warm sand I vaguely remembered something Jill said last night as I was falling asleep. I thought I heard her whisper, "I can't wait for tomorrow!"
Although curious, I decided to let that be for now.
The sun felt amazing with the gentle breeze blowing in from the Atlantic.
The beach wasn't very crowded, being the off season. There was a family with a couple of toddlers playing in the shallow surf, a couple of college girls in their bikinis and some assorted others close by. I noticed the husband of the young family discretely checking out Jill as she removed her coverup and settled in. Not that I blamed him. She still turned heads wherever she went. I wondered idly if he had a MILF fetish.
Jill asked me to rub her down with lotion. The coconutty smell of Hawaiian Tropic flooded my senses as I warmed it between my hands. I began with her shoulders, taking my time to cover every inch of smooth exposed skin as I went. I coated each arm before massaging each individual finger, then I moved on down to her lower back. I slid my slippery hands under the elastic of her bottoms to give her ass a little squeeze, before moving to her feet and slowly working my way back up.
Mr. family man was laying on his back with his face turned in our direction, and I was pretty sure he was watching me apply the oil to Jill's inner thighs. When I reached her bikini bottom I flicked my thumb across her clit making her jump. Then I slipped a finger underneath and stroked it a few times before sliding a finger inside her still wet pussy all the way to my knuckle. Jill squirmed against my finger before telling me to "stop it" because "people are watching." From the growing tent in the guys trunks, I knew that she was right.
We baked in the sun for a couple of hours, before Jill said she had to pee. I suggested the ocean but she said the water was too cold, so she headed to the room. I must have drifted off to sleep, because the next thing I knew the sun was dropping behind the hotel and I started getting chilly. I remember wondering why Jill was still gone as I gathered our beach gear and headed back to the room. A sense of apprehension settled over me as I walked back, mixed with a tinge of excitement. Was she with Jason without me there? As I topped the stairs to the pool deck, I got my answer.
I immediately spotted Jill's blonde mane, sitting at a table near the Tiki Bar between Jason and another guy I didn't know. She was still in her bikini with her wrap in her lap, and it looked as if both guys had a hand resting pretty high up on her thighs. As I approached both of them stood up, and Jason introduced me to his friend Ted. Ted looked like a body builder. He was about my height of 6', shaved head and body. I'm fairly buff myself, but this guy looked like a real gym rat.
We all shook hands and Jill stood and gave me a very passionate french kiss. She tasted of rum and mint. I could tell that she had already had a few drinks by her bubbly mood, not to mention the kiss. Jill said "Sorry baby, when I came back down to the beach you were sound asleep. I decided to let you rest, so I came up to get a drink, and that's when I ran into Jason and Ted."
"No problem" I said. "I'm glad they were here to keep you entertained while I slept." There may have been a slight note of sarcasm in my voice. Honestly I wasn't sure how I felt about the guys being alone with her, feeding her drinks and putting their hands on her without me there. Their intentions seemed pretty clear to me, but Jill was having fun so I wasn't going to spoil the party.
Ted offered to buy us all another round, so I ordered a double Patron on the rocks. I had some catching up to do. Jill asked for another mojito, partially explaining her mood. She doesn't handle hard liquor all that well. As Ted headed to the tiki bar as I took the open chair. Jill sat back down where she had been when I arrived, beside Jason.
He explained that Ted was the friend who was sleeping last night while we had our fun. He winked at Jill when he said how jealous Ted had been after he saw her stroll by in her bikini, and she giggled like a school girl. She had definitely had a few drinks.
When Ted came back with a tray, I downed my tequila pretty quickly. Ted it turns out, owned a gym in Denver. He and Jason had been college roommates and had both played for the Gators. They soon had us both laughing with locker room tales, and stories of their misadventures back in school. I was starting to feel much more relaxed as I flagged down a server who had appeared from the hotel, and ordered another tequila. The others were still nursing their drinks.
The guys regaled us with tales of drunken nights out, and smoking copious amounts of weed, filling in the blank spots for each other. Typical college behavior mostly, although there did seem to be a lot of different women in their stories.
Of course I knew by now that Ted had probably heard all about the previous night from Jason, so I wasn't surprised when the talk became more sexual in nature. Apparently the old friends had shared more than an apartment back in college. They liked sharing each others dates as well.
Ted laughed as he told us about this one girl named Ashley that Jason had brought home from a bar one night. He said that he was already in bed when they showed up around 2 AM. It didn't take long before he heard them going at it on the sofa. He said when he peeked out of his bedroom door, she had Jason's cock halfway down her throat, and she was drooling over it like it was a fat buttered lobster tail.
Jason laughed and said "Yeah I'll never forget the look on her face when she felt the head of your cock push into her from behind. Her eyes were as big as saucers."
I noticed that Jill was squirming in her seat. From where I was sitting I couldn't see past her waist because of the table between us, but I did notice that it looked like Jason's hand had worked it's way up to the very top of her inner thigh. I wondered if he was touching her pussy as his friend told his story.
Ted laughed, "She was surprised, but she sure didn't seem to mind did she?"
"Nope, she couldn't get enough," Jason laughed. "That slut loved your big Italian salami! Hell she was constantly showing up at our door in the middle of the night after that."
Jill's breathing was becoming ragged as they talked about this girl like she was a piece of meat. I would have thought that she would find this kind of talk offensive, but apparently it was turning her on. Whatever Jason's fingers were doing under the table might have had something to do with it, of course.
