"I'm tired, and I'm not in the mood," and then, in case she hadn't made it clear that she didn't want to fuck, she added, "I also have a headache."
My balls were full, and I was eager to empty them into her pussy, but because she'd given me three excuses, I knew that there was no point in trying to persuade her. You have to pick your battles, and this was one that I was never going to win. I just wish that her sex drive was as strong as mine. We were both twenty four years old. We should be screwing at least five times a week, and not the two that she was happy with.
Shortly after, she was asleep, but I was still wide awake, frustrated because I wanted sex. This was not the start of the holiday that I wanted. However, I was optimistic that it was going to get better. Tomorrow we would be in a luxurious hotel, and we would be there for five nights. Plenty of time for fucking!
We got there just after six o'clock in the afternoon. The flight was six hours, and then we had a short taxi ride to the hotel. After checking in, I was heading for the pool.
As I approached the front desk, the receptionist gave me a radiant smile, but it disappeared when I told her my name.
"I'm very sorry Mr. Smith, but there's a problem with your second room."
She looked nervous, but she didn't need to be. I was relaxed about it. We would put our things in the room until the other one was ready. I was in a good mood, and I wasn't going to let some minor inconvenience upset me.
Then she told me what the problem was, and I blew my top. The Manager was called. It took him, plus Alice and her Mother, ten minutes to calm me down. By the time we got to our room, all the fight in me had gone. I'd come to terms with it. The holiday, that I'd been looking forward to for such a long time, was now ruined.
I'd booked two rooms. Me and Alice in one, and Jill in the other. But there'd been some sort of mix-up, the result being that only one had been reserved. And unfortunately, the hotel was full, so we couldn't have another room. After profusely apologizing, and giving me a forty percent discount on the room, the Manager explained that they could put an extra bed in.
I was now looking at it, and shaking my head. It had come in pieces, and had been assembled in the room. It was small, covered by a thin mattress, and I could tell, even without testing it, that it was going to be uncomfortable. And I also knew who would be sleeping in it.
While hoping that I was wrong, I asked, "Who's sleeping here?"
"Sorry Damon, I've got a bad back. I need a proper bed."
My Mother-in-law's bad back didn't stop her playing tennis twice a week. However, pointing that out to her was not going to help, so I kept my mouth shut. I'd been right, it was going to be me. Of course, Alice could volunteer. But that was never going to happen, because it would mean me sharing a bed with Jill.
After we'd unpacked, we went to the bar. I had intended to go for a swim, but now I wasn't in the mood. Hopefully, some alcohol would improve my mood.
"All three of us in one room isn't ideal, but think of all the money we've saved."
Jill was right. We were now paying for just one room, and it had been heavily discounted. But I would have happily payed extra, perhaps even double, for me and Alice to have our own room. Sex was now not going to happen, or it would be a quick one while her Mother wasn't with us. Not ideal when you are on holiday.
By the time we left the bar I was in a better mood. The cocktails had gone down a treat. Alice and her Mother had kept pace with me, and it was fair to say that all of us were a bit drunk. Not falling down drunk, just happy drunk. And that's how it should be when you are on holiday!
When we got to our room, I slumped onto the makeshift bed. It creaked under my weight, and then it suddenly collapsed. They couldn't stop laughing, but I wasn't amused. The holiday had started badly, and it had now got worse. No sex, and now I was going to have to sleep on the floor.
After swearing under my breath, I muttered, "I'll have to put the mattress onto the floor. Tomorrow it's going to be me that has a bad back."
"No, you can sleep with us."
Was that Alice's idea of a joke? It must be, but I didn't find it funny. But the expression on her face said that it wasn't. I looked at Jill, expecting her to complain, to mention her bad back again, but she was nodding. So surprisingly, both of them were happy for me to share the bed with them. And to make it clear what the sleeping arrangements were, Alice said, "I'll be in the middle."
That wasn't ideal. The bed was large, but three in it would still be a squeeze. I wasn't complaining, because it was a lot better than sleeping on the floor.
Jill then went into the bathroom so that she could get ready for bed. But she needn't have bothered leaving us, because when she returned, she was in her bra and panties, and she was making no attempt to cover herself up. And she also wasn't in a hurry to get into bed. I got a good look at her, and I liked what I saw.
I started dating her Daughter three years ago, and we got married after eighteen months. In all that time I've never seen her when she wasn't fully clothed. Of course, I knew that she had a great body, but seeing her just in her underwear was allowing me to appreciate it even more.
I'm a tit man. It's what turns me on. The bigger the better. Some might consider that juvenile, but I make no apology for it. Jill, like her Daughter, has large ones, and they were now in front of me, straining against a bra that looked to be too small for her. And it was low-cut, only just covering her nipples. It was a good job that I was already under the covers, because my cock was rock hard. Then I made the mistake of looking down at her panties. What I saw would now mean that I would have difficulty sleeping, because it would be a long time before my cock calmed down. They were tight as well, like a second skin, and they were high-cut. They showed off her womanly hips and pert bottom to perfection. She was forty five years old, but these were panties that a much younger woman would wear. I was delighted that she was wearing them, but I was also surprised. They were meant to be worn to excite a lover, rather than for comfort, but currently Jill didn't have a man in her life. When she did eventually get one, this underwear would certainly excite him.
Then, while she was talking to Alice, she changed her stance, and I got a glimpse of her covered pussy. Her legs were only slightly apart, so I couldn't see much, but it was enough to make my cock twitch. I was desperate to get my cock into a pussy, and if I could choose, I'd now pick the Mother rather than the Daughter.
When she eventually got into bed, I was disappointed and relieved, in equal measures. Watching her had excited me, but it was also frustrating. Now, if I didn't think about her, my cock would go limp, and I would be able to sleep.
Half an hour later, I was still awake, and my cock was still fully erect. If only Alice had let me fuck her last night, then I would be asleep by now, but she hadn't, and I was frustrated. I'd give it a bit more time, and then I'd jerk off. That wasn't ideal, but it looked as if it was going to be the only way that I was going to get to sleep.
But I was wrong. When I woke, it was the middle of the night, and I needed the bathroom. Surprisingly, I'd managed to sleep without having to resort to playing with my cock. And now it was behaving itself, because it was completely limp.
When I got back, my place had gone. Alice was in it, and her Mother had also moved as well. She was now in the middle, spooning her Daughter. Seeing it made me smile, but I needed to move them. That though ended up being easier said than done. I started by cajoling, and then I resorted to manhandling both of them, but without any success. And Alice, still half-asleep, was starting to get angry.
"For fuck's sake, just get into bed!"