Thanks to SexyKitty_B for editing.
I was so raunchy and unsatisfied that I was a complete bitch to Chris all day long. I teased him every which way I could; by walking around naked in our hotel room, touching myself in front of him, cupping his crotch in public every chance I got or by seductively sucking on my cocktail straw.
I loved that he was hard for the better part of the day, with zero chance of getting off. He tried multiple times to get me on my back -- or my knees -- but I kept turning him down, telling him that we were going to save ourselves for Manuela.
The hardest moment for poor Chris was probably right before bed. As if he wasn't frustrated enough, I decided to do something extra kinky. Instead of simply going to bed naked, I put on Manuela's white bra and panties. He gawked at me, dumbfounded, his dick fully hard and pointing straight at me.
Amused by his reaction, I struck a few sexy poses before actually crawling into bed.
"Are you kidding me?" he whined desperately, not sure how much further teasing he would be able to take. Truth be told, I had rarely been so wet and horny for so long!
In the morning, I woke him up with a slow, sloppy blowjob. I made him beg me to let him cum, but I didn't. Although I would have liked nothing better than to swallow his gooey morning load, I didn't waver. I knew it would be worth the wait!
Chris was very quiet during breakfast. I don't know whether it was lust, anger or frustration, but he didn't say five words to me. The fact that his cock was perpetually hard -- I checked it regularly by squeezing and rubbing it, under the breakfast table -- probably didn't help with his conversation skills.
But then, finally, the wait was over. From our balcony, we had been keeping a close eye on the courtyard, waiting for Manuela to appear. As soon as I laid eyes on her, pushing her cart towards our building, I stepped inside and took off my bathing suit. I quickly sat down on all fours, facing the door and eagerly looked at, a somewhat thunderstruck, Chris.
"Hop on," I smiled. He promptly yanked off his swimming boxers and rushed over to me, stuffing his incredibly hard cock up my soaking wet twat.
"God, you're hard," I moaned, hanging my head down.
"And you're fucking wet," he said, jackhammering my twat, driving me insane.
"Easy," I grunted in between moans, "Wait for her."
Reluctantly, he slowed down and kept fucking me very deep, but slow. God, his tip felt amazing against my cervix. When Manuela came in -- without knocking -- she grinned, left her cart by the door and slowly strolled over to us.
"Chris, slow down," I whispered, glancing over my shoulder, feeling him pick up the pace.
"But... she's here now! Why the hell..." he whined, not inclined to delay his orgasm any further without a damn good explanation.
"If you do what I say [grunt] you might get to see her naked," I whispered. That got his attention. Almost instantly, he backed down a little bit, pacing himself.
I reached out for her, letting her know that I wanted her to come closer. She did. Then, I grabbed her hands and pulled her down. She slowly squatted down, then kneeled down in front of the bed, bringing her face level with mine.
Leaning on just my left hand, I used my right to carefully unbutton her top. She glanced down for a moment, then looked back up at Chris -- letting me continue. After about fifteen seconds, I had opened all of her buttons, causing her white bra to become partially visible.
Chris -- triggered by the mere sight of her bra -- was unable to control himself any longer and suddenly began pumping a lot harder. As a result, he was triggering an orgasm deep inside of me. We realized that neither of us was going to last much longer. I weighed my options for a brief moment, then made a decision.
I pushed myself off on my hands, briefly propelling my body upwards. Meanwhile, I reached out and grabbed both cups of Manuela's bra. As gravity caused my upper body to plummet to the matrass, I yanked and tore her cups off in the process, exposing her massive black tits to Chris.
I couldn't see Manuela's reaction -- as I was face down on the bed -- but I could hear and feel the effect my little act had on Chris.
"Oh my god," he squealed loudly as he started fucking me even faster, drilling me to an instant, powerful and long overdue climax.
I screamed and squealed as I clawed at the edge of the bed, as I heard him scream and tremble inside of me. He was shooting his cum into me. God, what a fuck! I panted and had trouble catching my breath for a while. When I finally poked my head up, about twenty, twenty-five seconds later, I noticed Manuela still glancing down at herself -- at her ripped bra and her exposed tits.
After another ten seconds or so, all of a sudden, she got up and took a small step away from the bed. I figured we were done for today, but I was wrong. Without taking her eyes off my husband, she undid her skirt and pushed it down, exposing her white panties. Chris gasped and scooted towards the front of the bed on his knees, completely captivated.
Then, as she looked me in the eye, she slowly pushed her panties down, all the way down to her ankles -- showing my husband her beautiful, black twat.
"Oh fuck," he grunted, dropping to his knees in front of her, in absolute awe. Slowly, he reached out and grabbed her calves, slowly caressing the back of her legs as he literally drooled at the sight of her black, neatly trimmed pussy.
He slowly moved his hands up, higher and higher, continuing to caress her. It took him well over twenty seconds to reach her ass. Manuela knew what he was doing, and she excitedly let him. She grinned down at him, flattered by his reaction and admiration.
Carefully, still not sure how far she'd be willing to let him go, Chris bent his head down towards her pussy, maintaining eye contact. Only when his chin was already touching her bush, did he stick out his tongue and gently lick her twat. When she didn't object after one lick, he gave her another, and another... and before long, he was zealously eating her out, right there in front of me.
Eager to get her into an even lewder position, Chris nudged her towards the bed and pushed her down on her ass. As soon as she sat down, she opened her legs wide. Chris dove straight in and buried his nose deep in her twat, hungrily licking and slurping. Manuela leaned back on both hands, clearly enjoyed what my husband was doing to her.
I must admit that I was more than a little jealous. I mean, Chris had never sucked my twat with that much conviction or appetite. But when, after several minutes, I noticed his cock coming back to life, I couldn't stay angry or jealous.
We were in this together and he had more than paid his dues. He had restrained himself for the past few days, taken all of the shit Manuela and I had dished out. He deserved a little reward for being such a good sport. So, I kneeled down beside him and wrapped my hand around his half-hard dong.
After stroking it gently for a few seconds, I could feel it getting harder. He began moaning and grunting into Manuela's twat. For minutes on end, I stroked him, jacking his nice, big, fat cock while he kept pleasuring this other woman -- a perfect stranger, I might add.
I could have easily made him spurt on the floor, and that would have been that, but no... that just wasn't nasty enough. Besides, I was desperate for some attention. Although he had fucked the shit out of me and dumped his load into me, Chris had hardly looked at me ever since we started our little performance.
I briefly let go of his cock -- which made him grunt, but not look up -- and got on my back on the floor. Slowly, I put my head in between his knees and Manuela's feet, bringing my face right underneath his cock. As I resumed jacking him off, Chris stopped what he was doing and finally took notice of me -- realizing what I was up to.
He started moaning and grunting and forgot all about that juicy, black twat in front of him. A few seconds later, Manuela leaned forward and peeked over the edge of the bed, at me and grinned, amused at the lengths I would go to get some attention.
There was no turning back now, so I jacked and jacked, until finally Chris arched his back and groaned, "Fuck yeah, you fucking whore!" As his warm sperm splattered in my face, I was shocked by his choice of words -- at first. I quickly realized, however, that he was right. I was acting like a complete whore!
But I didn't care. I was getting what I was after: attention! Besides, it felt good to get a load of cum shot in my face. I eagerly turned my head in every which way, making sure to get splattered all over. After squeezing out the last couple of drops, I let go of Chris' dick and relaxed, happy with the result.
I had gotten some spunk in my left eye, but it was still operational. But then, Manuela suddenly lifted her left foot and placed it smack in the middle of my slut face. Startled, but not opposed to some additional humiliation, I grunted and began kneading my tits.
She meticulously began rubbing her foot all over my face, smearing Chris' sperm open, clogging my nose and getting cum in both my eyes. I writhed and squirmed, pretending not to like it -- while I was in fact playing with my tits like crazy, actually tugging my erect nipples.
When she'd lost interest, Manuela lifted her foot off my face, wiped it extensively on my stomach and chest, before getting up and putting her clothes back on. Well, without her bra that is. I crawled to my feet and walked into the bathroom to splash some water in my face.
When I came back out, still stark naked, Chris -- exhausted from his double climax -- was passed out on the bed. Manuela, who was making the final adjustments to her uniform, glanced at me -- amused and intrigued that I had removed the cum from my face, but not from my chest or my stomach.
Suddenly, she looked at the little calendar on the dresser -- courtesy of the hotel -- and pointed at Sunday, three days into the future and made an exit sign. I nodded, confirming that was indeed our check-out day. Sufficiently informed, she walked up to her cart -- slapping my bare, left tit as she walked past me. I quivered lustfully.
As she opened the door and pushed her cart out, she briefly glanced back at the two of us -- and at her torn bra in the middle of the floor, in front of the bed. Then, she simply turned and walked away, slamming the door shut behind her.
Later that day, after taking some much-needed rest, Chris and I went down to the pool. I worked on my tan, while he alternated between swimming and drinking Cuba Libres. Suddenly, after his fourth or fifth cocktail, he walked up to me and positioned himself in front of my tanning bed, blocking my sunlight.
