May 17, 2010

By Mike

“You did pack your bathing suit, didn’t you?” I asked Christina. It was just after nine in the morning and we were getting an early start to Sarasota, Florida, our highly anticipated vacation spot this year. I was hoping it wasn’t so early that packing such a vital vacation garment would slip her mind.

“Yes, Daddy, I remembered everything,” she said sarcastically with a sheepish grin. “If I recall correctly, I barely wore it last year. The corner of our hotel room wore it more than I did.” That she had right; we’ve always been a frisky couple and there aren’t many things we haven’t done. We’ll try anything once, and usually we’ll try it again over and over again.
I cranked our freshly washed red convertible Mustang and we started down the road. It was just a matter of time before the sea spray spoiled my cleaning efforts, but at that point a dirty car wouldn’t be the only thing dirty in my life. The drive from North Carolina to Florida meant most of our day would be lost by the time we arrived. No worries, though, as we had a luxurious room with our names on it for the next 6 days.

After driving all day in light traffic, it wasn’t rush hour that slowed us down. Of all things it was our engine, puttering our car to a stop under an overpass on Interstate 275, so close to our destination. To be exact, we were two miles outside of Tampa; the road sign perched just above the overpass told us so.
“Well, shit,” I said. “This has to be the worst twist of luck I’ve ever had.”
“Yeah, me too,” Christina said, noticeably bummed. “We’re so close I can smell the sheets on our bed. Mmm… I really wanted to put the smell of our hot sex in them tonight, too. You know, a christening of sorts.”

“This car has never given us any problems. For it to give out like this… I guess we’ll be lucky to get a roach infested bed at the Motel 6. They’ll have to leave the light on for us so we can crawl our way there in the dark. I don’t think we’re going to make it to Sarasota tonight babe.”

I frustratingly whipped my cell phone from my pocket and called AAA Roadside Assistance. “Son of a bitch,” I said, slapping my hands to the steering wheel. “They’ll have a tow truck here by seven. That means we’ll have our car back tomorrow morning if we’re lucky.” Before Christina could express her own frustration, a set of headlights pulled up behind us. From a distance, it looked like the tow truck was going to be earlier than expected, but alas, no such luck… it appeared to be just a few passersby stopping to make sure we didn’t need to borrow a cell phone.

"Umm, Mike, lock the doors. They are getting out of their car.” I did as I was told, and we both sat in our seats, almost stiff, as our minds shuffled through thoughts of how we were so vulnerable sitting there in a car, with the top down, and nowhere to run. I kept my head still, restraining my urge to swing around and watch these good (hopefully) people walk up to my door. My eyes took fast to the rear view and side view mirrors, trying to get cursory glances as to who I’d be thanking for stopping to check on us. My left side mirror produced the image of a blonde haired man wearing a grey button down shirt and khaki dress slacks. The right side mirror still left me in suspicion. The door to the black Mercedes SUV was open, but nobody had appeared. Then, like from the scene of a movie, one long, toned leg dropped to the asphalt, complete with a red high heel. Suddenly, another equally stunning leg hit the asphalt and a red haired bombshell stood up and carefully shut her door. She ran her hand through her straight hair and used her sunglasses to hold her wavy bangs out of her beautiful face. “Hmm,” I thought, “this might not be as bad as I thought.” I think Christina thought something similar because she tapped my knee, raised her eyebrows, and smiled ever so slightly. I’m not sure if our thoughts were completely the same, but I know those that I had sent blood rushing between my legs. For reasons unbeknownst to me, the man proceeded to approach Christina’s door and the lady approached mine. This required them to switch walking paths between our car and theirs, so it’s not like the decision wasn’t calculated.

“Hi,” the beautiful woman said, extending her open hand and breaking the silence. “My name is Rebecca.” Rebecca was fair skinned, tall, about 5’7”, and I guess about 140 pounds. She was slender, but she had the curves of a model. Her breasts were well positioned in her blouse providing a peak to the perfect round shape of each one. Her ass, which happens to me my favorite part of a woman, was round and full, but tight and shaped like a crescent moon. My hand met hers and I shook it lightly so as not to pain her.
“I’m Mike, and this is my wife…” I couldn’t finish introducing my wife because she was apparently too busy introducing herself to the man propping his hip against the door, smiling from ear to ear, chuckling as they talked fairly quietly.

“Please excuse my husband. He’s interested in your wife. Actually, he’s the reason we pulled over. We passed you and turned around to come back because he wanted to offer his help. Well, that’s the story but I know Brad’s intentions. He got that look in his eyes when he told me we were turning around. You see, we’re swingers and the last time we pulled over to help a couple they were ironically swingers too. Needless to say that ended happily.”

“Oh, okay. Thanks for stopping but we are fine. The tow truck will be here in a few minutes and we’ll be getting on our way, right honey?” Christina was too enamored in conversation to respond. I put my hand on her inner thigh and rubbed in sensually so both Rebecca and her husband would see. I repeated my question.

“Yep, he’s right. Whatever he said, he’s right.”

“Ok, suit yourself,” Rebecca said. “C’mon honey, it’s getting late.” With that, the couple left just as quickly as they appeared.

By now it was 8:30 and the sun was completely down. The sound of cicadas and passing traffic filled the night air. It was hot and humid and even sitting in a convertible was getting uncomfortable. Just then another pair of headlights appeared behind us. The truck turned off its lights so we wouldn’t be blinded if we looked into our mirrors. Only the parking lights remained lit, and the truck pulled up beside us.

“Good evenin’. Here to pick ya up.” I’m glad the tow truck driver clarified his objective as if the hook and hazard lights weren’t a dead giveaway.
“Uh, hi. Glad to see you. So we’re riding with you? Where are you taking us?” I inquired.

The driver replied, “We’re going into the city. Right off the highway is my station and I guess the dispatcher told you there’s a Super 8 beside us right?” The dispatcher did not tell us that, but it was clear my premonition was accurate: we were going to spend the night at a dump.

“Ok, let me put the top up and we’re good to go.” I put the top up and our bumpy ride in the diesel truck began, car in tow. When we got to the tow station I borrowed the office phone to call our Sarasota hotel and explain our predicament. The tow company, alliteratively named Tampa’s Top Towing, had a 20% off coupon for a one night stays at the Super 8. Wouldn’t that have been wonderful, to be in a discounted Super 8 room? Roaches and used condoms complimentary, I suppose. I reluctantly took the coupon and a business card and Christina and I walked out. The bell above the door jingled in a high pitch that did not match my mood at all. Our bags were placed in a bench by the driver so we could walk them over to our great new motel, which I affectionately referred to as the Super Hate.

“Fuuuuck.” I shrugged my shoulders, made an “oh well” facial expression, and picked our bags up. “One night… if we can make it tonight, somebody should fix it tomorrow.” Maybe I sounded encouraging.

While we stood waiting for the pedestrian light to allow us to cross the street, Christina pulled from her pocket the piece of paper with our Mapquest directions printed on it.

“Thanks for remembering the directions. I guess we can go back to the interstate and hitchhike our way there. Some stranger will appreciate us printing directions for him!”

“No… look.” Christina showed me the back of the paper and there was scribble that appeared to be a phone number. “Michael Jones, we will not be staying there tonight,” pointing to the dimly lit motel sign. She must have been serious because when the light blinked walk, she was walking the other way and I was following behind her like a loyal puppy.

“What do you mean? I suppose you have a better plan? Did you find the number to a nicer hotel somewhere near here?” I really was frustrated now because I was carrying two heavy bags destined to lie on a crummy motel floor and Christina was making me sweat unnecessarily. That frustrated me, but even more so was my realization that her bathing suit would stay in her bag and no 350 count sheets were going to be christened tonight.

“You never gave me the time to introduce you to Brad earlier tonight, but he gave me his phone number because he figured we’d need a place to crash for the night.”

“Oh, you looked like you were doing enough introducing for the both of us,” I said jealously.

“He was a nice guy, that’s for sure. If you weren’t my husband…” That kind of upset me, but at the same time turned me on. Was she implying that she wanted to have sex with other guys? Swinging was one of those few things we hadn’t tried.

“Ha!” I laughed out loud. “I’ll have you know I should fuck Rebecca right in front of you for having the audacity to say that. I’m standing here carrying your bags! I am the perfect husband!”

Christina changed her tone a little, probably realizing she upset me. With a rub on my sweating back, she said, “Honey, you are the perfect husband. But now I’m talking about the perfect fuck. Brad was hot and I know what you thought of Rebecca. Imagine us all steaming up the bedroom as we switch partners and fulfill fantasies we didn’t even know we had.” She had a good point.

“Call him then. Tell them our address and see if they mind picking us up.” The business card of the tow station had the address information and she went ahead with her phone call.

“They sounded like they were having sex!” Christina said, both amused and surprised. “But even if they were, Brad said they’d be here in 10 minutes and we would have a place to stay for the night.” Apparently our horny little friends lived further into Tampa.

When Brad and Rebecca pulled into the parking lot we were standing in, it was obvious they were doing something. Rebecca’s hair was disheveled and they were wearing lounge clothes instead of the business casual attire of before.

“I’m glad you took me up on my offer,” Brad commented. “We hated for you guys to have a bad night. I’m not going to lie, if it’s up to me, you’re going to have a great night.” At this time we were sitting in the back seat and everything Brad was saying seemed to be directed to Christina. Rebecca turned around in her seat to talk to me.

“I’m glad you came along, too.” Her wink was reassurance that maybe our first night of vacation was going to be more eventful than it already had been.
When we arrived back at their place, Brad assisted me with our bags while Christina and Rebecca headed in before us. They had a nice place. Their house was well decorated with intricately painted pictures on both walls. A nice screened in porch covered a large pool that could be accessed through the back door.

“Allow me to take your bags,” Brad offered. I quickly obliged as it was a great relief to finally put them down. He offered me a glass of wine, but I declined. Christina and I ended up on the couch with Brad and Rebecca nowhere in sight. A few moments later we heard Brad walking down the stairs. Once he reached the bottom of the steps, he opened his hand and raised it towards the steps.

“If you’re ready for bed, your room is ready. Follow me.” Christina and I shrugged at each other, stood up, and followed him up the steps. He opened a door, which I presumed to be our room. “Here you are. Sleep well. We can discuss getting you two to your car once sometime in the morning. “

I stripped to my boxers and got beneath the covers. Christina was still standing, removing her bra, about to put on a loose fitting sleep shirt when there were two knocks to our bedroom door. Christina looked at me with wide eyes as if to say, “what do they want?!” She scurried to get her sleep shirt on quickly and went to the door. The door squeaked as she cracked it to look into the hallway. “Yes?” If the door was opened any further, whoever was on the other end would see Christina’s nipples taut against the cotton fabric.

“I forgot something in the closet, mind if I get it?” It was Rebecca’s voice.
“No, come in. Mike is covered up.” Christina opened the door all the way and Rebecca reached in a box on the shelf of the closet to get out a pink object. It looked like a vibrator but with the soft light I couldn’t tell. Brad walked to the door frame before Rebecca could exit the room and he was completely nude.

“Hi. Sorry to intrude, but I need something too… you, Christina.” I couldn’t believe what my ears just heard. Almost as if I wasn’t in the room, Christina put her hand on Brad’s manhood and replied, “mmm, baby I need you to.” Rebecca whipped the covers back exposing me in my boxers. It was indeed a pink vibrator in her hand, but she threw it on the mattress and said, “I won’t need this anymore, huh?” All the deeply erotic thoughts that were going through my head caused my cock to bulge beneath my boxer briefs. The next thing I know I was nude from head to toe laying on the bed and Brad was equally nude but standing in front of the bed. Christina and Rebecca were still wearing clothes. Something was wrong with this picture. Nevertheless, we remained as we were and Christina began working Brad’s thick shaft while Rebecca put my hardening dick into her mouth.

Brad’s cock was probably eight inches erect and Christina was determined to have Brad begging for mercy soon. I was about an inch shorter than Brad, but definitely thicker. With a cock almost as thick as a Coke can, I’d never seen another man thicker than me. If Rebecca had, she didn’t learn how to get her mouth completely around it because she was struggling with my hard rod. Rebecca looked up to me with my erection in her mouth. Her arms rubbed my stomach and chest and I began to breathe harder due to the intense sensations her salivating mouth was producing. Rebecca was able to fit five inches in her mouth, enough that I could feel the head of my cock against the back of her throat. With each bobbing motion, I saw the saliva line on my shaft reach a little further. Her gag reflex kicked in and the ambient noise of Christina’s own sucking was no longer audible. I grabbed the back of Rebecca’s head and pushed it against me. She was doing such a good job, but if she could get another half an inch into her throat, she’d send me over the top. I was so close to spewing my hot white cum into her throat, but I pushed her head off of my cock so that I would last longer. I stood up, my dick swinging back and forth, even dripping some of the gathered spit off the head.

I undressed Rebecca. It wasn’t difficult as she was only wearing boy shorts and a camisole. Her body was to fucking die for. Her breasts seemed even perkier than I imagined. Her pink nipples were small, but very hard, almost to the point of having shades of white at the tip. Her body was freckled all over and there was no hair to be found. Her pussy lips were neatly tucked and they formed a slit that completely beckoned an insert of any sort. Now, with her laying her back against the bed, I nudged her toned legs apart and buried my face into her readily warming cunt. It wasn’t going to take much to get her lubricated enough to accept my thickness. I could taste her juices and I lapped them up like the thirsty horny fucker that I was. Her clit was pierced and such a piercing told me loud and clear that I needed to show her little pearl some undivided attention. My index and middle finger rubbed large circles on her clit. I alternated that with putting this sensitive pleasure point between my fingers and lightly squeezing it. Rebecca liked this, demonstrated by her writing body and tensing toes. Before I gave her all of me, I teased her pink fuckhole with my index and ring finger. I used the famed come hither finger motion to massage her insides, spreading her natural lubrication against all the walls of her pussy. She grasped my shoulder with her fingernails, buried them to my skin, and demanded, “Fuck me! Take me. I want to stretch for you. Fuck me harder than you’ve ever fucked your wife.”

I couldn’t resist trying to fulfill these lust driven commands, but to ensure she felt me in just the positions and angles she wanted to, I humbled myself to her.

“Take me. Tell me how you want it. Don’t worry, you’re going to get fucked good you kinky bitch.” We were either being too loud or taking up too much space because Christina and Brad were nowhere to be found. I heard the slapping of skin against skin in another bedroom upstairs accompanied by grunts and moans of pleasure, so I knew they were having a great time too.
Rebecca lifted her round, full ass in the air much like a cat stretching would do. Her perfect, soft breasts were somewhat flattened against the firm mattress. Clearly, she wanted me to enter her doggy style. I worked my slick member in my hand from base to tip with four or five strokes. It was sticking straight out and poised for admission to the greatest show on earth: Rebecca’s hairless, moist twat. It was going to hurt a little, even being as wet as she was. Her tight cunt had never felt a pure pole before. With her in mind, I tried to ease the pain by spreading her pussy lips apart with my thumb and forefinger.

I don’t know if my precautions paid off or not, because after the tip split her even further, Rebecca slapped the mattress and bit the pillow her head was resting on. I pressed my palm into her lower back and pushed deeper into her. I knew her love canal was deep because her husband was long, so I had no concern about her taking all of me. With my passion induced what-the-hell attitude, I stopped worrying about everything and plunged all the way into her, so far that my tightening ball sack struck against her and her piercing.

“Dammmnnn!! You’re not messing around are you?” Rebecca said in astonishment. With an important carnal goal at hand, I ignored her except for a hard slap against her ass, almost as if to say she hadn’t seen anything yet. I wanted her on her hands and knees so I could see her mounds bounce to the rhythm of my fuck. Rather than ask her, I pulled her hair and forced her neck up. She no longer had a choice but to fuck on all fours. With one hand still pulling her hair, the other pinched her rigid nipple and cupped her tit. I look down at my handy work and see first her tiny tight asshole, followed of course by my throbbing, veiny meat going into and out of her at all different speeds. I let her moans control the speed at which she could envelope me. Her body is quivering and her breathing is heavy and steady. She can’t take it on all fours so she collapses to the bed. I let her hair go and hold my upper body up with straightened arms. Still inside her, I thrust harder than ever. The springs of the mattress pop her bubbly ass up and down; the sheer force of the downward thrust causes her ass and my dick to rise about a foot off the mattress. In this position I can use my feet to propel my body forward. I do so over and over again, creating angles of entry that I’m almost sure are flirting with her g-spot.

“Mmmmm, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Fuck me like a rag doll.” Rebecca can’t get enough and neither can I. I feel confident we could both cum in this position and with this angle, but I want Rebecca to ride me and grind against me. She’s going to cum on top and I’m going to release my seed so far up her cunt that she feels it in her throat.

“Sit up! I want to see you riding me!” Rebecca wants to watch me riding her, too. While I’m getting situated with my back on the bed, I grab my balls and pull them. When I release them, they return immediately against my shaft. The rippled sack and definitive shape of my balls lets me physically know I’m about to cum. Tugging once more against my balls, I stroke my length first with the front side of my hand and then my palm.

“Get me a condom, babe,” I say somewhat politely. She smiles, knowing that we are about to reach the grand finale. After reaching into the bedside table she tears open the Magnum package (how she already had a condom to fit me I don’t know) and rolls it over the tip of my manhood. She rolls it on futher with her teeth. She undoubtedly tastes her juices when doing this. I push it down to the base and squeeze the condom tip and now I’m ready for Rebecca to ride me like a raging bull. Knowing how bouncy the mattress is, I used it to my thrusting advantage and let it spring us into near ecstasy time after time. As I’m rubbing her clit ring with one hand, I put my index finger to her ass hole and toy with the idea of stimulating the thousands of nerve endings inside her ass. She arches her back and grinds back and forth, up and down.

Her hands go for my throat and she squeezes it, not to hurt me but to show she has some control. What better way to respond than to fuck her with reckless abandon. If she’s going to choke me, I’m going to finger fuck her ass hole, I think to myself. Our bodies are rocking simultaneously, both of us on the verge of a mind blowing orgasm. I put my hands around her wrists and remove her hands from my throat. I pin her playfully to the bed.

“Where do you want me to cum?” I ask as I remove the condom from my intensely pulsating meat. I’m jerking myself very hard as I await her response. Rather than speak, she assumes the position that answers the question. She gets on her knees beside the bed, opens her mouth, and looks anxiously into my eyes. I jump to the floor, standing over her and she jerks me wildly with her hand. My eyes roll to the back of my head, my eyes squint, and the biggest load I’ve ever produced hits her face. The first rope of cum misses her eyes but lands on her nose and upper lip. The subsequent, thicker loads go straight into her mouth. Its salty goodness fills her mouth and she sucks the tip of me to make sure there’s no drop left unswallowed. Sure enough, it all slides down her throat with one gulp. She smiles at me and I help her to her feet. After we both cuddle for a moment and clean up in the bathroom, we go looking for Brad and Christine. They’re fast asleep, Brad lying beside her and Christine laying face up with three long ropes of cum all over her flat, tan stomach. It must have been a good night for them.

It’s now well into the morning. Before I turn off the light, I decide if Christina and I ever get to Sarasota, next year’s trip will be in Tampa. The beach is nice, but this is a real vacation we’ll never forget…