This time Robert did groan. He tried to unwrap his arms from his wife, but she wouldn’t let him go while she eyed the other guy expectantly. The surprised stranger looked from Robert back to Jennifer and then shrugged again. “Why the fuck not,” he said, undoing his zipper, pulling out his half stiff cock, and stepping close enough to Jennifer to slide it into her mouth.

  While Robert held his wife, she gave the newcomer an expert blowjob. The man rested his back against the seat behind him, closed his eyes, and looked like he was in shear bliss while the woman he never met before sucked him. When he came in her mouth, she swallowed it all and simply said, “you’re welcome,” when he stammered out an awkward, “holy fuck, thanks!”

  Alone again, Robert’s arms still wrapped around his wife, he asked her. “Will it ever be me?”

  Reaching behind her to feel his cock, she asked him. “Are you sure you want it to be?”

  Having no answer, he was silent the rest of the ride home.

  As if the interlude in the bus never happened, the newlyweds had a lovely candle lit dinner and then held hands while watching a live entertainment show at the resort. Mark wandered over to them while they chatted, but Jennifer gave him the brush off which did wonders for Robert’s battered self-esteem. After the show was over, they headed over to the poolside bar. Over cocktails they talked about the type of house they were planning to buy in the upcoming year in between making loony guesses over the possible etymology of the word cocktails. They both laughed over Robert’s clever drawing of a cock with a kitten tail and ears.

  After a few drinks Jennifer took Robert by the hand and pulled him off the stool, walking over to the side of the pool. The entire resort was adults only, and this pool was clothing optional. Giving Robert a saucy grin, she shucked off her little sun dress revealing her naked body underneath. She dived into the pool, popping up like a playful dolphin and yanking him in with her, fully clothed. They both came up laughing, but Jennifer got a serious look in her eye and pressed her warm, wet body up against her husband’s.

  Ever so softly, she placed her lips on his, slipping her tongue into his mouth with all the stealth of a cat burglar. His response was a storm of passion as he wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up against him. Her legs went around his waist and he supported her body in the temperate water while they kissed.

  In all the turmoil of making sure their love-life went the way she wanted it to, Jennifer had forgotten how much she actually was attracted to her husband. He kissed like a dream and she truthfully loved his lean swimmer’s build body and tall frame. She would have never married him otherwise. But a normal, monogamous relationship would never be for her, and she knew from the moment she met Robert she could train him to suit her. Not only because he was a tepid, placid man but also because, deep down, she knew he was no more suited to a typical marriage than she was.

  Pulling away and smiling sweetly at him, she moved her torso back and forth to rub her nipples against his chest.

  “You can touch me,” she told him softly.

  Groaning, he walked them over to the side of the pool and pushed her against the wall so he could free his hands from having to hold her up. Then he grabbed hold of both her breasts and massaged them while taking one of her nipples into his mouth and sucking it deep.

  She let her head fall back and closed her eyes, relishing the feel of his tongue swirling around her pebbled nipples. She could feel his cock solid as stone against her bare pussy. All she wanted was to watch him get himself off while she was with another man. Or maybe she would even let him stick it in her cum soaked pussy right after she had fucked someone else.

  Mark had been her fantasy man, hot enough to make her husband feel small and ever so willing to go along with her crazy kink. But men, other than Robert, were like tissues to her. Once she’d used one, he was tossed. And, if her need was great, sometimes the job took two.

  While Robert continued to worship her breasts, she stole a look around the pool. She saw two guys her age overtly eyeing her and Robert. When they noticed she caught them staring, they didn’t look away, and both gave her appreciative grins. She winked at them and then pulled Robert away from her tits by placing her hands on either side of his head and moving him back.

  “Honey?” she said. “There’s something I want.”

  His eyes deep with passion, he huskily promised her anything.

  “I want those two men over there. Can you please ask them to come up to our room?”

  Robert’s mouth dropped open and his eyes widened in shock. Turning to see the men she gestured to, he visibly gulped when he saw their taut muscular bodies and arrogant expressions. Then, as if he were a puppy who’d just been beaten, he hung his head low, dropped his arms from around her body, and headed over to them.

  They were too far away from her for the sound to carry, but she didn’t need to hear anything. While she watched, she slipped one hand down between her legs, feeling how swollen her clit was and her hot, slick core.

  Her pussy clenched in anticipation when she saw the men grin widely at Robert’s offer. They swam quickly over to where Jennifer was leaning against the pool wall playing with herself, leaving Robert to follow dejectedly behind.

  The two men made a race of it, and the first one to get to her immediately pressed his pelvis against her and grabbed her ass. She responded eagerly, wrapping her legs around his waist in the exact same position she’d been in with Robert only moments before. But this guy was not Robert. He reached down, took his cock out of his trucks, and had it inside her hot, wet passage before she even got a good grip on his shoulders.

  The other man pulled up close to her side, reaching between the two of them to grab one of her tits in his hand, squeezing it hard. His grip was much more self-assured than Robert’s, and he expertly pinched her nipple using the perfect amount of force to make her pussy clench.

  “You are one hot woman,” the one inside her gasped out while he pounded into her making waves of blue, chlorinated water slosh around them. “I am going to fuck you so damn hard you won’t walk for a week.”

  Jennifer’s only answer was a groan. It was all she could manage when his huge cock slid along her most sensitive spot as if it had been crafted to fit her body alone. Taking fistfuls of his wet hair in her hands, she placed her lips against his neck and sucked on his smooth, wet skin. Out of her peripheral vision she could see Robert.

  He had hefted himself out of the pool to sit on the edge and was watching her sullenly. His pants clung to him from all the water, and she could easily see he was as aroused as ever.

  “Fucking hot piece of ass,” the guy inside her groaned out while holding her tight and fucking her even harder than he had been. Her body responded in kind and she completely forgot about her husband. One second her climax was building and the next it hit her like a battering ram making her thrash about in the water, toes curling and thighs quenching around the man’s hips.

  He came too, gripping her ass tight enough to bruise. When his friend saw him go limp against her, he immediately tried to edge in. Jennifer gasped out a request to wait until they were in her room though. He agreed, lifting himself out of the pool, the water glistening on his muscular body as if he were Poseidon come to life.

  The one who had just had her climbed out after. Jennifer started to lead the way, asking Robert over her shoulder to grab their things.

  Once they were in the room, the one she hadn’t fucked yet immediately picked her up and tossed her on the bed. Before she could get her bearings, he climbed on, flipped her over, and yanked her ass up into the air by her hips. The next instant he was fucking her every bit as hard as his friend had, though his cock was even larger.

  He smacked her ass and then grabbed it hard in his hands, holding her in a punishing grip as he forced her back and forth on his cock. Unlike his pal, he didn’t give her any dirty talk, only fucked her with single minded intensity.

  “Nice tight cunt, huh?” the first one asked his friend, climbing onto the bed and sitting against the headboard to watch. The guy fucking her grunted his agreement. Then, as if he had just remembered Robert, the more talkative one asked him how come he wasn’t getting in the action since they looked so hot and heavy in the pool.

  Jennifer couldn’t see Robert and didn’t know if he responded at all but assumed he hadn’t when the other one who’d asked the question muttered, “whatever.”

  As if he hadn’t been with anyone in quite a while, the guy fucking her finished quickly, spurting loads of hot cum inside her before she could climax. She hardly minded though. The night was still young. When he released her, she flopped to her side, thoroughly worn out. She could feel the guy’s juices leaking down her thigh.

  “Robert?” she called out.

  He came over immediately, hope clearly written all over his face.

  “I need you to clean me up,” she told him. “Look. He got me all dirty.” She pointed to where a trail of cum had moved down her leg, threatening to land on the bed.

  Shoulders slumped, Robert started to head to the bathroom.

  “Where are you going?” she asked, confused.

  “To get you a wet towel?”

  She shook her head at him, waiting for him to figure it out. It was easy to tell when he had, he got this funny look on his face, part disgust for having to sop up another man’s cum and part joy at being granted access to his wife’s body. While the other two guys made sounds of disgust, Robert climbed up on the bed and positioned himself between Jennifer’s trim thighs. Once in place, he dutifully began cleaning his wife while she rested and chatted with the other men.

  “So what’s your names?” she asked.

  The one with sandy hair answered. “I’m Ron and he’s Tyler. What’s up with the lap dog?” he asked, gesturing with his chin toward Robert.

  Jennifer smiled and reached down to pat him on the head. “He’s my husband. We just got married and are on our honeymoon.”

  For the first time Tyler spoke. He was very tan with light green eyes and a body to make a Calvin Klein underwear model jealous. “You guys are fucked up.”

  Shrugging, Jennifer began running her fingers through Robert’s soft hair while he continued diligently at his work. When he started to suckle her clit, she made him stop. “I only want you to clean me up right now,” she told him.

  To Tyler she explained, “Robert’s the love of my life, but he’s a little timid for me. This arrangement works well for us.”

  At her statement, Robert stopped licking her pussy and looked up at her in disbelief. She grinned down at him and put her hand on his cheek. “I know you disagree, baby. But I promise it’s what’s best.”

  Sighing, he went back to swiping his tongue through her soft folds and burying it inside her hole.

  “You guys aren’t done yet, right?” she asked them, cupping her tits in her hands and clearly letting them know she wanted more.

  “Fuck no,” Ron said, walking over to where she lay next to the edge of the bed.

  He’d taken off his swim shorts and now placed his semi-hard cock against her lips. When she opened her mouth, he pushed in.

  “You suck me good and we can go all night long,” he told her.

  Taking him at his word, she sucked on his cock and bathed it with her tongue. Laughter in his voice, Ron asked her if she’d send her lapdog away when he asked her to.

  “I think he should have to lie on the floor while I fuck you,” he said. “Just like a real dog.”

  Jennifer released his shaft from her mouth, giggling. “Down boy. Go lie down,” she tried to order Robert in a firm voice. The laughter kind of ruined it.

  He got the point though, giving her a dejected look before slipping off the bed and stretching out on the carpet. On his back with his hands by his sides, fists clenched, he looked stiff as a board.

  “Good dog,” Ron said tauntingly while he moved down on the bed to where Robert had been a moment ago.

  “And you can be my little kitten,” he told Jennifer. “Get on your hands and knees and wave your tail at me.”

  She did like he said. As soon as she was positioned, Tyler joined them on the bed. He was on his knees in front of her, his cock poised at her mouth. As soon as Ron started to fuck her, she parted her lips in invitation. Stuffed on both ends with Ron pushing her forward and pulling her back, she was able to service both cocks. Poor Robert was forgotten about on the floor.

  He couldn’t see what was happening on the bed, but he could hear the sounds. When Ron’s pelvis met Jennifer’s backside, the meeting of the flesh made a loud smacking sound. In between he could hear the slurp of Tyler’s cock being sucked. Unable to stand it any longer, he fished his cock out of his still wet pants and pumped it in his fist.

  He tried to imagine himself as one of the men fucking Jennifer, but the image wouldn’t form in his head. But when he thought about how pathetic and weak he must look lying on the floor while two men took his beloved wife, he immediately got even harder. With a self-deprecating chuckle, too quiet to disturb the lovers on the bed, he decided to go with it and continued to jack off. When he felt himself ready to come, he stopped, suddenly afraid that if tonight was the night Jennifer let him have her, he wouldn't be able. Using all his willpower, he forced his rigid cock back into his pants and lay, once more, stiff as a board.

  Above, Tyler pulled back until Jennifer's mouth no longer reached his cock. He wasn't ready to come again and he had to piss so he darted to the bathroom, eager to get back.

  By the time he came back, Jennifer was howling, her hand working furiously between her legs as Ron kept thrusting into her pussy with his cock. He contented himself with watching, enjoying the site of her ass rippling each time Ron drove in deep and her small, shapely breasts swaying beneath her. She was a firecracker, and he was more than ready to take her again.

  "Take a break, man. I want her," he told his lifelong friend.

  Easy going Ron grinned at him and backed away. Instead of climbing on the bed, Tyler went to the foot of it and reached forward to grab Jennifer and pull her back down to the end, her legs dangling off with him in between them.

  "Throw me those pillows," he told Ron.

  Once he had them, he lifted up on her pelvis and shoved them underneath. When she was in the perfect position, he thrust into her. Like before, he smacked her ass a few times while he thrusted in and out of her tight passage. He hit her harder this time, spanking her until her butt glowed red. Satisfied, he grabbed her ass hard in his hands and picked up the pace, fucking her fiercely.

  Like Tyler, Ron thought Robert to be the epitome of a whipped man. Curious about him, he walked over and squatted down next to Robert's face. His cock was still rock hard and glistened from Jennifer's juices.

  "You see this?" he said, holding his prick. "I was just fucking your wife with this while you lay here on the floor. You're really okay with that?"

  Robert turned red and looked away from Ron. But Ron wouldn't let it go. He reached down and grabbed Robert's chin, forcing him to face him. Then he put his cock right under Robert's nose.

  "You smell that, you pathetic loser? That's what a pussy smells like. You wouldn't know would you? The only time you get to get close to one is when it's filled with some other guy's come."

  Pushing Robert's face away from him, he stood up. "You're not worth her."

  When he heard Ron get back on the bed, Robert let out a sigh of relief. He would rather he be fucking his wife than taunting him. He heard the slurping sound start up again and realized Jennifer's soft, full lips were once more wrapped around another man's dick. He had never realized there were woman who enjoyed giving head. He supposed, if they didn't know better, many men would envy him, her skills and willingness to please. Too bad he wasn't the beneficiary of it.

  Ron was, indeed, happily fucking Jennifer's face with his cock while Tyler continued to take her from behind. She had come once already and was working on a second time, her fingers deftly mashing her clit against her pubic bone while moving in little circles. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, and she was in the middle of sexual bliss.

  When Ron wet a finger and, reaching forward over her back, eased it into her asshole, she let out a deep, low moan. Excited she didn't put up a fuss, Ron worked her hole, stretching the tight ring of muscle while planning to take her there as soon as Tyler was out of the way.

  Tyler finally finished inside her, slamming into her one last time while he squeezed her still red ass with his hands. When he was empty, he pulled out and collapsed onto a nearby chair. Conveniently, Robert was at the foot of it, and Tyler rudely rested his feet on the other man's stomach.

  Ron, not deterred by the presence of his friend's come in Jennifer's pussy, sunk his cock in deep to make himself nice and slick. Then he pulled out and began pressing against her tight asshole. He kept up a steady stream of dirty talk while he sank deeper into her.

 

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