The Vacation 10

My wife and I finally decided to take the vacation we desperately needed. April and I had been working long hours and had seen very little of each other in the previous month, so we decided to spend a weekend away.

It was February, close to Valentine's Day. We had once spent a few days in Henniker, New Hampshire, years earlier when we first met. We decided to return. The bed & breakfast was a tranquil place, romantic and remote. We left early on a Friday morning, taking our time on the drive.

A little about April: she's 31 now, 5'3", with shoulder-length blond hair, brown eyes, and full lips. She's cute, and slim, with kind of full breasts and a beautiful rear end.

We arrived sometime after 6 pm and checked in. As we walked into the lobby, a woman entered from a back room. It appeared that the back room was part of the living quarters of the B&B owner. The woman looked to be in her fifties, was friendly, and introduced herself as Linda, the owner of the inn. As we filled out the check-in card Linda told us about the B&B. She pointed out a building near the front of the inn that housed a large hot tub. We remembered the tub from our previous visit. In fact, it was one of the reasons we wanted to return to this particular place. Linda explained that there were plenty of towels in the rooms and not to forget to bring them with us if we decided to use the hot tub. She also said that if we wanted to use the fireplace her son David would fetch the firewood and start the fire for us. Strangely, Linda pointed out that we didn't need to be quiet during our stay, as there were only two other couples, both elderly, staying overnight and she had placed them in rear rooms. She then recommended some local restaurants and handed us our room key.

April and I left the lobby and mounted the stairs to our room. The room was large, very cozy and well appointed, and had a large stone fireplace. The bed was a canopy type with off-white, hanging curtains. I think April was a little disappointed to see the bathroom only had a shower and not a bath. So we showered and changed and headed out for dinner. We stopped at the lobby and asked if the fire could be lit in a couple of hours, as we would be back from dinner. Linda assured me that David would have it going for us. We ate at an expensive restaurant that was crowded, but served delicious food. April and I had a couple of mixed drinks before dinner and a few afterwards. The alcohol went to our heads and we soon began to want some privacy. We surreptitiously stroked one another's legs under the table with our feet.

After an eternity at the restaurant, we decided to head back for the inn and have a little fun in the hot tub. When we arrived at our room, a fire was blazing in the fireplace, warming and making the room even cozier. I changed into swim trunks and April put on her bikini--a little aqua blue number with a risqué thong bottom. We grabbed several towels on our way out. Upon entering the hot tub building we were enveloped by the warm, humid air. One wall of the room was glass, from floor to ceiling. Tiny Christmas bulbs were strung along this wall, reflecting in the glass, and provided the only light in the room. The huge hot tub steamed in the center of the room, covered with foam pads. We removed the pads and turned the tub on. The room filled with noise and bubbles rushed to the surface. I checked the water with my toes before climbing in. April did the same.

We both sighed with pleasure as we submerged our bodies. Needless to say, it felt terrific. The water and bubbles instantly relaxed us. Within a minute, however, the door opened and I was disappointed to see that someone else would be joining us. I looked at the doorway and saw a young man, about 27, walking towards us. He introduced himself as David, the owner's son. We said hello to him and he asked if everything was OK in the room. April told him everything was great and he asked if we needed anything. I asked him if the inn sold wine, or if there was a package store nearby. David told us that they kept a supply of liquor inside the house for guests, but there would be a fee. We asked for a bottle of white wine and some glasses and David left.

April teased me then by remarking that she couldn't believe how cute David was. He had tousled brown hair, hazel eyes, was slim and toned, and was wearing a white long-sleeved mock turtleneck and loose-fitting blue jeans. I just smiled and told her not to push her luck if she wanted to get laid, by me anyway. She smiled mischievously in return. A few minutes later David walked in with the bottle of wine, glasses, and a few more towels. April immediately stepped out of the tub and ran her hands through her hair to squeeze out the water. She casually walked in David's direction and I could see him looking her over. She then turned to smile at me, pivoting just enough to give David a quick, alluring view of her bare ass. She asked if he could pour her a glass of wine. David reached for a glass, filled it, and handed it over. Then my wife took a seat in a nearby chair and proceeded to initiate a conversation with this guy, as if they had been seated together for a long plane flight. I couldn't believe it. She asked him questions about the B&B, about what school he had attended, about Henniker. She asked with apparently real interest; his replies were suspiciously enthusiastic and friendly, I thought.

After a few minutes of chatting, she asked the guy if he ever used the hot tub and he said that he sometimes went in at 11pm when he closed up the room. I noticed that it was already 10:30 so I spoke up, asking if we needed to be out by 11. David smiled and said no, he would be glad to come back after we left. April shocked me again by asking him if he would like to come back at 11 to have a glass of wine with us. David looked over at me and I shrugged and told him to bring another bottle of wine. He grinned and said he'd be back. April looked sheepish when she asked me if she shouldn't have teased him. I recovered a bit from my surprise at her impromptu performance and told her to have another glass of wine and relax. She told me again how cute she thought David was, and that it really turned her on to be so forward with him. I kind of knew that my wife liked to flirt, and it didn't bother me, so whatever.

We started making out a little bit and I had another glass of wine and then I noticed that it was now ten minutes after 11. I was a bit relieved that David had decided not to show. We were out of the tub, sitting in lounge chairs when April got up to get the last of the wine. Then she abruptly turned and sat in my lap, straddling it. She was actually pouting that David hadn't shown up. I put a towel around her and hugged her. I was surprised to discover that I felt a little sad for her. She had really been looking forward to flirting with him. I told her it was time for us to get naked in bed and I slid her off me. She stood, and as we were grabbing the wine bottle and glasses, David walked in. He was carrying a huge tray with another bottle of wine, more glasses, and an assortment of cheeses and crackers. April told him, a little too hastily, that she was glad he showed because she thought he wasn't coming back. David looked at me and then back at April and smiled, saying that he had had to lock the house up and check on things as his mother had already gone to bed.

I asked him if he was going to hang out with us and he hesitantly replied yes. I took a deep breath and poured myself more wine. April asked for another glass as she stepped into the tub, giving both me and David a great view of her strong legs and stunning backside. I had already had too much wine and was starting to feel kind of giddy. I gazed in amazement at my beautiful wife. In all our years together I had never before seen her so calculating and confident, and yet she maintained an appearance of graceful, innocent, nonchalance.

She leaned luxuriously back into the tub, her arms outstretched along its walls, her breasts straining against the thin fabric of her bikini top. I poured her glass of wine and David handed it to her. I watched as she reached up for it with one hand, and lightly grasped his other hand, as if to help him with his balance. David stepped away and poured himself a glass. It was with that small touch, I think, that all pretense dissolved. The three of us made small talk for several minutes, but I could feel my heart beating hard in my chest and April's casual movements in the water began to look more seductive. Maybe it was just an effect of the wine. I stood up from my chair to clear my head and sat at the edge of the tub with my legs immersed. I nodded my head at the water and asked David if he was going in. He looked over at me and I just shrugged my shoulders. Then he walked to where he had put the towels.

I momentarily caught April's glance and tried to read her thoughts. Her lips puckered slightly. Was she blowing me a kiss? David pulled out a pair of swim trunks and walked over to a far corner. We both watched as he pulled off his turtleneck. I could see the muscles flexing in his back as he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them off. He was wearing white boxer shorts, and then a moment later his ass was bare. In the low light his nude body looked carved from marble. Michelangelo's David, I thought wryly. He quickly put on his swim trunks, but I'm sure April caught a glimpse of his heavy balls as he leaned over to put them on. David stepped in the tub and April moved over to be directly in front of him as he sat in the water. He let out a sigh as he relaxed. We chatted about everything from tourists to summer at the inn. I realized the tension of the situation was dissipating. We spoke and laughed freely. I liked the guy. I couldn't help but notice how frequently David's eyes were drawn to my wife, however.

With the ice effectively broken, I decided to dare April to play a little. I felt good, and really aroused. When April looked over at me, sitting on the edge of the tub, I winked at her and she seemed to get my cue. She gradually slid from her seat, sinking a bit deeper into the water as she moved to the center of the tub. As the conversation continued she lightly, almost imperceptibly, began to touch David's leg. He began to stare intently at April as he spoke, mesmerized by her fingertips on his knee. When he finally looked at me, I paid him no attention and just watched my wife. David slouched forward a bit into the tub so April could reach him better. Chatting all the while, she danced her fingers underwater over his calves, then his knees, and thighs. She touched the edge of his trunks and lightly tugged at them. David sank lower in the water, thinking she wanted to reach higher, but I knew she wanted them off. By now, all conversation had stopped. The water was calm, the room absolutely silent but filled with incredible tension. I marveled at my wife's boldness. As I watched the rapid breathing and controlled movements of the pair before me I developed a raging erection in my suit that was straining at the wet fabric, begging for attention.

April succeeded in yanking down David's shorts and she somehow managed to pull them off. Then she threw them out on the floor. David looked over at me like I was a parent, and so I responded like one. "To make this fair," I said sternly, "you really should take hers off." David grinned and looked over at April. I felt a twinge of jealousy at the hunger I saw in that grin. Suppressing my emotion, I added, "She's got an incredible body." Without further hesitation, David leaned over and pulled the straps down from April's shoulders. My wife gazed calmly, even passively, at him. He undid the clasp and my wife's pale breasts were suddenly naked. Her nipples stood out full and hard. I could tell David didn't know what to do next, although it looked like his cock was getting some ideas. April said nothing. I suddenly felt the awkwardness of the moment, so I got up and walked over to the table for more wine. I asked if April wanted some, but she shook her head. So I turned to David and asked, "Well, what about the bottoms?" He reached out, put his hands on April's hips, and pulled down her suit. We both stared for a long moment at my wife's neat little pussy in the water. Even I heard April's low groan under her breathing and I knew she was struggling to maintain her composure.

I sat down in a lounge chair and slid my aching cock from my suit. The wine and my own excitement had left me without much inhibition. My penis quivered stiffly in front of me like an electrified pole. I began to run my fingers lightly over it, lubricating my shaft with pre-cum. April and David watched me for a moment and then climbed out of the water. Standing by my chair, they looked at each other for a moment and then began to kiss. I moaned a little as I watched my wife's lips brush David's. He put a hand on her waist and I watched as it tentatively crept around to her ass. They kissed awkwardly for a minute and then fell into deep, passionate kissing. Their tongues mingled and David reached for April's tits. My mouth went dry as I stared at David rubbing my wife's hard nipples under his palms, his tumescent cock squeezed against her stomach.

Suddenly April stopped kissing him and pushed his head between her breasts. David immediately went to work on them with his tongue and teeth. I watched April throw her head back in pleasure. Soon she was reaching for his penis. David's tanned body stiffened when April closed her fist around his thick, solid cock. I savored this novel view of a grasp so familiar to me. Her hand looked so small against his enormous cock, but she was in complete control. David continued to relish my wife's nipples and breasts, but they were both beginning to thrust their hips together. As their erotic gyrations continued, they pivoted so that my wife's back was to me. I gazed, mesmerized, at my favorite part of her anatomy: the smooth skin of her ass. I watched its sensual undulations as she and David moved in gentle rhythm. The urge to plunge my penis into her was overwhelming. I leaned forward and pressed my finger deep into that inviting cleft. April reacted with a gasp of pleasure and surprise and bent forward at the waist to better accommodate me. She found herself staring directly at David's throbbing erection. Grasping his hips she sucked his cock into her mouth and David began to thrust his pelvis. Now David's head was thrown back in pleasure and I continued to probe my wife's ass with my finger, listening to her moans and vividly imagining the feel of her wet lips and teeth sliding over my own shaft.

I closed my eyes at this point. Watching my wife blow another man was rapidly taking me to the brink of the abyss. But as I moved my hand from April's bottom she caught my wrist and pulled me out of my chair. Now I was standing--uncomfortably--right next to David, watching the top of April's busy bobbing head with my swim trunks wrapped awkwardly around my knees. It took a moment, but I understood what my wife wanted to do when she took my cock in one fist and let David's meat slip from her lips and into her other palm with a wet slap. As she got down on her knees she looked up at us, somewhat shyly, her full lips swollen and glistening with saliva and semen. The she went down on my cock, sucking it into her warm mouth and verrrry slowly swallowing its shaft until her lips were pressed to my pelvis. Then she pulled away quickly, lightly dragging her teeth the length my erection. She repeated this slow, exquisite torture until I begged her to stop. She popped the head of my cock out of her mouth and repeated the routine on David. Then she simultaneously stroked us, taking little licks at the jism leaking from our slick rods as they squished through her fists.

As she rubbed us she brought our cocks closer together until their heads were touching. I couldn't feel it much, but it was intensely exciting for April. She moaned and slid our crowns together, pressing her lips to them. It was time to attend to her. I pulled April to her feet. Her eyes were glazed with lust and she started kissing me hungrily. Her hand disappeared between her thighs. David got behind April and pressed himself against her. I did a remarkable job of not making eye contact with him. He wrapped his arms around my wife and played with her tits. April lifted my cock and stuffed it into her snatch. She was so wet I could barely feel myself inside her, but she was whimpering with pleasure. David and I had her in a pretty good cock-sandwich. A manwich! As David gyrated against April's ass and I fucked her pussy she whispered that she needed to cum. I didn't want things to end so soon. I pulled out of her and turned her to face David. She pushed him onto the ground and knelt over his face. David grabbed a hold of her perfect ass and stuck his tongue in her pussy. She bit her lip and pressed her swollen labia into his face. I watched David humping the air, his cock a proud flagpole. As April rocked over David's head, grinding her soaked snatch on his mouth, using his nose to stimulate her clit, I realized I wanted to cum while watching her fuck this guy. Apparently I was going to get my wish.

April got on all fours and she moved back to straddle David's thighs. She looked up at me with hooded eyes as she sat on his fat erection, which easily parted her lips and slid neatly into her. I heard her pleasure-groan and she told David in a breathless voice that he had a gorgeous body. Then she began to ride, bucking her hips and grinding her pelvis against his; her hands rested on his chest as she moved and her head was thrown back in ecstasy. I masturbated as I watched them. It was strangely exciting and satisfying to observe April in the throes of a passion induced by someone else. The sound of her panting. The way her hips rocked back and forth on a hard prick. The gentle movement of her breasts.

She caught my eye and motioned for me to come closer. I barely managed to close the small distance between us when I ejaculated. A thick stream of cum arced from my cock and hit April in the chest. She smeared it over her breasts with both hands and then a moment later an orgasm surged through her, her body spasming and flooding David's cock with her juices. Before her orgasm subsided, David took hold of April's hips and continued to pound her. His fingers dug deep into her ass cheeks as he tried to bury more of his taut erection into her swollen cunt. He suddenly tensed and began to pump his load deep inside her. He let out a long, muffled moan as he climaxed.

For a few minutes we all recuperated without speaking, drenched in sweat from the sex and the humidity of the room. April broke the silence by tenderly kissing David's lips. He started to say something but she put a finger to his lips and said goodbye. Then she got up and walked over to the hot tub. We both watched my marvelous wife as her nude body slipped gracefully into the steamy water. I got up and followed her in.