Jack's dreams improved markedly after their relationship with Jasmine took its unexpected erotic turn. The morning after Maggie joined them at Jasmine's, he was having an incredibly realistic dream that a sexy former co-worker was giving him a blow job.
Then he woke with a jolt and realized it wasn't entirely a dream. Maggie was in their bed with his cock in her mouth. Susan was holding him from behind.
"Good morning, sweetheart," Susan whispered. "Maggie appreciates your efforts last night."
"Uh huh," Maggie managed as she devoured his hard cock and licked his balls. Indescribably aroused, Jack held Maggie's head in his hands and she moved her warm wet mouth up and down his raging erection.
"That's right, baby. Fuck Maggie's pretty mouth."
He did, pushing in and out as she gripped his ass and pulled him in as deeply as possible. She was no amateur at giving head.
Susan kissed his neck and rubbed his chest as he savored being consumed by Maggie.
"She wants to taste your cum."
Maggie nodded as she quickened her pace and sucked him harder.
In minutes Jack's prodigious orgasm erupted and his warm cum filled Maggie's mouth as he drove in and out. He was still trembling when she moved up and kissed him on the mouth, the taste of his cum on her tongue.
"Mmmm, you're delicious, handsome husband. I always like to return favors." Maggie licked a drop of cum off her lips as she smiled suggestively.
"But now I've got to get ready to get to the airport. I've got a busy day ahead, and another dick to suck!"
She jumped out of bed naked and ran to her room.
Susan cuddled him, gently stroking his wet cock.
Finally able to form the first words of his day, Jack said, "Jesus, that's some way to wake up. I want an alarm clock that does that."
"I should have gotten your okay before I gave Maggie the green light. She woke me whispering in my ear that if it was alright with me, she wanted to blow you. I decided you might like that." Susan winked at him.
"You know me well, my darling. I trust your judgment in everything." Jack kissed her lovingly.
Maggie was soon back in their room, fully dressed.
"My ride's on its way! So drag yourselves out of that bed and kiss me goodbye." She pulled the covers off them and held out her arms.
They kissed her and pressed their naked bodies against her. She squeezed their butts.
"It was too short a visit, Maggie, but it was certainly memorable." Susan smiled warmly.
"I'll say! I've been waiting years for you two to come around. Next time I come calling I'll fuck you both!"
A horn honked outside. Maggie gave them each a quick kiss, grabbed her bag, and dashed out the door.
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Jasmine was in the neighborhood and they met for lunch.
"Ah, the old 'wake you with a blow job' trick. That Maggie's a pro!" Jasmine laughed.
"There are worse ways to start the day." Jack shook his head, still in disbelief.
"I have an entirely new feeling about waking up now." He grinned and looked at Susan.
"Maggie gave quite a lesson on how it's done. I'll try not to disappoint."
"You never disappoint, sweetheart."
"I can't wait for the morning after our next sleepover!" Jasmine winked at Jack.
Their conversation eventually turned to the idea of taking a vacation together.
"I know of a place on the Oaxacan coast on the Pacific in southern Mexico that's supposed to be wonderful. An international crowd, great food, beautiful beaches, and secluded." Jack loved Mexico and had always wanted to go to that part of the country.
Susan and Jasmine quickly agreed.
"Let's go as soon as we can. I need some serious beach time." Jasmine said excitedly.
Their schedules allowed them to go on only a few weeks' notice. Jack made the arrangements.
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The warm moist tropical air enveloped them as they walked off the plane into the blazing light and descended to the tarmac. They held hands as they navigated through the small airport -- which raised a few eyebrows -- and found a taxi after retrieving their bags.
The resort was an hour away, through thick jungle and past the occasional small, simple home. The taxi had no air conditioning but the open windows helped.
A woman standing along the road held a large iguana by the tail.
"Should we stop for lunch?" Jack asked.
"I had iguana just yesterday, so let's pass." Susan flashed her brilliant smile and kissed Jack.
Eventually the cab emerged from the shady jungle and the dazzlingly blue Pacific appeared out of nowhere. They looked at each other and counted their blessings. Five minutes later they pulled into the resort, a large white building surrounded by bungalows, all with palm-thatched roofs. A long white sand beach stretched out in front of the resort.
"Great find, baby." Susan squeezed Jack's hand.
"It's paradise!" Jasmine looked like a kid in a candy shop.
A good looking young man in the reception area carried their bags to their bungalow. It was simple but lovely, with an exquisite ocean view and two queen-sized beds.
"Should we push them together to make one giant playground?" Jasmine giggled.
"Let's try them one at a time first before we go full playground. I don't want to lose either of you in a giant expanse of bed."
"Good point, Susan. I want you two within arm's reach."
"I'm with you." Jack hugged them.
Exploring the bungalow, he looked out the window as he walked into the small kitchen.
"There's an outdoor shower!"
"Yes there is," Susan said. "And our neighbors over there are enjoying theirs."
They went to the window as their neighbors -- a couple in their early fifties -- stood under their shower head soaping each other up and rubbing each other's bodies lovingly. They were attractive and in great shape. Apparently not shy, the couple waved at them.
"It's always nice to have friendly, naked neighbors." Jasmine waved back.
"This is my kind of place." Jack had picked their destination well.
"Dinner's not for a while. What do you say we give our shower a spin and wash off the travel dust?" Susan asked.
"Excellent idea, babe." Jack found towels, soap, and shampoo and they stepped onto the patio. The shower was just steps away. They undressed each other and got under the cool water, which felt perfect in the tropical heat.
"My God that feels so good." Jasmine turned herself under the spray, her nipples hardening.
"Right?" Susan smiled, rubbed the bar of soap in her hands and rubbed them all over Jack and Jasmine. Then it was their turn to get her soapy while Susan cooed with pleasure. The women made sure Jack's cock was very clean. He did the same for their pussies, his fingers gliding between their luscious, delicate lips. They both murmured approvingly.
"I hope we haven't scandalized the neighbors." Jasmine hoped they did. She gave Jack's now erect cock one last slow stroke.
As they were rinsing, Jack nodded toward the neighboring bungalow, where the couple was looking out their window, smiling.
"They don't look scandalized."
"Turnabout's fair play. It's nice to be among open-minded people." And attractive to boot, Susan thought.
As the trio toweled each other off and went into their bungalow, the neighbors smiled at each other.
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Dinner in the palm-thatched dining room was as even better than expected -- seafood caught that morning, regional Oaxacan dishes, and delicious tropical fruits. The margaritas were particularly good -- and plentiful.
As they were leaving for an evening walk on the beach, their neighbors called to them from a table near the door.
"Hello neighbors!" the man called to them with a friendly wave. His English was perfect but he had a French accent. They stopped to say hello.
"I'm Phillipe and this is my wife Chloe. We're visiting from Paris. Our bungalow is next to yours."
After much kissing of cheeks and concluding introductions, Jack explained they were visiting from California.