A change of lifestyle
This is a true story in outline, some embellishment may be included.
"Can I sit with you please?"
Terry and April were comfortably settled, enjoying the warmth of the evening.
"Of course, sit down. I am Terry and this is my wife April. We are English."
"Hello to you both, I am Mark, a Canadian. This is my last evening, I will go home tomorrow."
They smiled and shook hands. Mark ordered drinks for them all.
He explained that he was a widower, and it wasn't easy being on his own.
They were in the Bermudan hotel, part of a group that Terry and April had visited before.
"We are enjoying being empty nesters."
Their daughters had both left home with some financial help from them.
Life had been good to them.
They had both worked hard. Three years ago her parents said they wanted to move to the seaside. Terry and April sold their house and bought one near the beach.
April's parents moved into that and gave her their house.
Everyone was happy especially Terry because he knew his house had been worth a lot less that their house.
Terry and April both worked and both had well paying jobs.
And they were happy to spend money on a trip to Bermuda.
They all chatted, Terry the most vocal and Mark making sure always to include Aril when he spoke. She appreciated that.
Mark looked at his watch.
"Time for bed."
Terry looked disappointed, he enjoyed having an audience.
Mark saw the look, which he had been hoping for.
"How about one more drink? I have a bottle in my room.
Terry and April were both happy to accept. Terry so he could keep on talking. April so this nice man with impeccable manners would keep making a fuss of her.
Mark's room was daily much a copy of theirs. Aril wondered why he had a double room if he was alone. She decided that he probably wasn't alone often and then a thought struck her and she got a feeling of being hot.
Under the collar, on her cheeks and in her panties.
But how could Mark, with Terry there. Terry wasn't aggressive but surely would not allow Mark to get familiar.
Mark poured drinks. She realised that Terrys drink was quite full.
They settled down, the windows opened so there was some breeze and music playing somewhere.
The men continued chatting.
April sat quietly watching. And waiting.
Terry slumped. Mark caught the glass before it fell, he had been watching carefully.
April smiled and waited, hopefully.
It soon came.
Mark was wearing shorts, until he wasn't.
The shorts were still on him but the zip was down and his cock was out.
He smiled at April.
April smiled back then stood up.
Her skirt dropped to the floor and then her panties followed.
Mark was hard.
She sat back down and opened her legs wide.
Mark sank to his knees and eased forward.
He got his arms under her legs and lifted her up a little way.
He kept coming.
She reached her hands out and then guided him in.
She was soaking wet.
Terry hadn't bothered since Monday, and he was not a demanding lover.
The first thrust from Mark said he was demanding.
April loved it.
Marke fucked the brains out of her.
Better than anyone had before, but she had had so few lovers.
Maybe that would change now.
Mark blew his load. April loved the feeling.
Mark stood and pointed his soppy wet cock at her mouth.
April had never done that before, but she was on holiday.
She did her best and cleaned Mark's cock.
By the time she had finished cleaning he was rigid again.
