Story

After the events of the previous evening in our chalet in Austria, we had awoken in the morning to find that Claude and Simone had already departed to catch their delayed flight, leaving a note telling us how wonderful the previous night had been for them and leaving their contact details in case we ever wanted to have another "special time".

We had all gone to bed, exhausted after our wonderful experience, each couple somewhat shyly saying their goodnights as we made our way to our separate bedrooms, to cuddle and bask in the afterglow of the erotic and sensual evening we had just been through.

But as with all good things, that holiday had come to an end and nearly four months had sped by, with both of us busily engaged in our respective professions. Starting to feel that it was "all work and no play", we had decided to take a short break on a resort island of the east coast of Thailand. As I am based in Singapore and Angelina spends much of her time in Australia, we really value the time we have together.

It was off season and the resort was not fully booked. It is only a couple of hours travelling from Singapore so we arrived there on the Monday morning and planned on leaving Tuesday evening with a view to having a quick "re-charge of the batteries".

When we arrived we were pleasantly surprised to find that the resort consisted of a series of bungalows overlooking a pristine beach, white sand stretching to both ends of the half moon bay, and water crystal clear and sparking blue in the sunlight. Our bungalow was neat and large enough for us, without being so big you could get lost in it.

As soon as we checked in we decided to head to the nearby village to check out the local sights and do the usual tourist shopping thing at the markets. This was followed by a dip in the ocean for me, a restful afternoon nap for Angelina, and a couple of lazy pre dinner drinks around the resort pool.

We were somewhat surprised to note that the place seemed almost deserted, but thought nothing of it until that evening when we went to the dining room for dinner. There we were really surprised to note that apart from one other guest, the restaurant was deserted. This clearly was not due to the quality of the place as the ambience was wonderful, typical of restaurants found in the tropics all over the world.

The other thing worthy of note was the only other guest in the restaurant. A tall, striking brunette, sitting on her own, enjoying a cocktail.

We sat down at a table and ordered our own cocktails, wonderfully refreshing concoctions of fruit, subtly flavoured with white rum. Sitting there, enjoying the drinks and studying the menu, our reverie was interrupted, "Do you mind if I join you? I feel a bit silly sitting there on my own when the place is so deserted." We both looked up at the lady who had been sitting in the restaurant when we arrived.
"Well, why not" I said.

"Sure," said Angelina.

"Thank you, a drink and a meal is always so much more enjoyable when shared."

We introduced ourselves, and she introduced herself as Christine. Although no longer young she was tall, with coffee coloured skin, long brunette hair pulled back in a ponytail, high cheekbones, full lips and the brownest of brown eyes. She was also blessed with a figure that would still turn heads, shapely long legs, a nicely shaped derriere and breasts large and firm enough to warrant some mental undressing.

"Are you staying here long?" Christine asked.

"No, only the one night, we leave tomorrow afternoon."

"Same as me! I have been at a convention in Hong Kong and decided to spoil myself on the way back to the States."

We explained that we, too, were having a little indulgence and were just looking for some relaxation. The waiter appeared to take our orders and whilst waiting for our meal to arrive we made light conversation, about where we were from and so on.

Christine said that she was from Los Angeles, however had travelled widely and was familiar with many parts of the world as in her profession she was called upon to speak at many conferences and conventions.

"What profession is that?" I enquired.

"Well, by training I am a psychologist, but my particular field of specialization is sex therapy."

Given my predilection for all things sexual, this immediately attracted my attention and I noticed that Angelina was also intrigued.
"What a fascinating job and life you must have!" Angelina exclaimed.

"It wasn't always so. I actually had to work my way through college, so it was tough trying to study and work as well."
"What made you decide to specialize in sex therapy?" I asked.

"I guess I sorted of drifted into that. You see, to help pay for my college fees, I actually worked as an exotic dancer. Actually, not to put too fine a point on it, I was a stripper! Interestingly, I enjoyed the work. Must be the exhibitionist in me! But during my time in that industry I saw just about all there was to see about sexual behavior in both men and women."

Christine went on to explain that after majoring in psychology she had gone on to do her doctorate specializing in sexual behavior and that in some ways it had seemed a natural progression from helping people with their sexual needs and fantasies by showing them her body, to doing the same by showing them her mind.

All too soon the meal, delightfully grilled fresh fish accompanied by a light salad, and a wonderful desert of fresh tropical fruit, was over.

The conversation had been fascinating with both of us content to let Christine do most of the talking about her work and life experiences. For my own part I was certainly feeling a stirring in my nether parts and was hoping that Angelina, fueled by the cocktails and the experiences Christine had told us about, (names, dates and places omitted for professional reasons), was feeling the same.
We signed the check and were about to say our goodbyes when Chris, as she had asked us to call her, suggested that as the night was still young and that as she had the makings of wonderful margarita's in her bungalow and Would we like to join her in a night cap. With Angelina's liking for that delicious drink and the opportunity to spend more time talking to this fascinating woman we did not hesitate in accepting.

Chris's bungalow made ours look like a closet. It was huge, with the biggest bed I have ever seen right in the middle of the room.

"Sumptuous, isn't it?" Chris said apologetically. "Because I travel so much I get all these special deals when I go to various hotels around the world."

"I wouldn't be complaining!" I exclaimed.

"Well actually, it gets worse, or better, depending upon your point of view. Come look at this." She led us through double doors onto a patio that whilst looking out with an uninterrupted view over the little bay and moonlit ocean, was completely private. It was also equipped with a very large spa, happily bubbling away.

"I asked the room attendant to fill it for me before I went down to dinner."

There was also a cane table and chair setting alongside the spa. "Take a seat while I prepare a pitcher of margaritas, won't be long."
Chris disappeared back into the bungalow and Angelina and I sat down at the table.

"She is a striking looking woman, isn't she?" Angelina asked, with an odd look in her eye. "I think she fancies you. I noticed that when you got up to go to the men's room her gaze followed you all the way out of the room."

"Must be my magnetic charm! To be honest though, I thought she fancied you because she watched you all the way out when you went to the ladies as well!"

"Perhaps she fancies us both."

Just then Chris returned carrying a large pitcher, three glasses and ice. "I don't know about you two, but I am not going to waste that spa. I'm taking my drink and hopping in.'

"But we have no bathers."

"Leave your underwear on if you like, no one can see and there is only us."

Somewhat shyly we stripped off to our underwear, Angelina in her lacy bra and knickers, me in my shorts. Chris quickly got down to a bra and knickers made of a material that was going to be very interesting when they were wet! Taking her drink she cried, "Last one in is a wimp!" and climbed in.

Grabbing two glasses and the pitcher Angelina and I followed.

We arranged ourselves in the spa, me sitting next to Angie, Chris sitting opposite us both, the water bubbling up to our necks. I had been right in my assumption about Chris' underwear, every so often as the bubbles waxed and waned I was able to get a glimpse of her body. Her wet underwear left nothing to the imagination. Dark brown nipples showed through her sheer brassiere and on one occasion as she shifted her position I was able to catch a glimpse of the shadow of her pubic hair that appeared to be waxed in the style I understood to be a "Brazilian".

I looked across at Angie, sensing that whilst she was somewhat embarrassed and apprehensive, that the eroticism of the situation was beginning to take effect, as her cheeks were starting to flush, although this may have been the result of the effect that the margaritas were having on her.

"So, you two, I have told you about me and my interests, what about you? What little adventurous and erotic tales do you have to tell?"

I looked over at Angie. "Shall I tell Chris about our little experience last Christmas, Darling?"

"I'm not sure. I am still a little embarrassed by it all."

"Tell me, tell me!" Chris exclaimed. "It won't hurt, after all I am a doctor." We all laughed.

"Why not?" I said, and proceeded to briefly describe the episode we had enjoyed with Claude and Simone.

When I had finished, Christine looked at us both. "So what effect did that have on your relationship?"

"To be honest it has provided us with some wonderful moments during our lovemaking. Reliving the experience has really excited us both, and if anything we are now closer than we were before," I explained.

"Good! You know I truly believe that Nature intended sex to be exciting and fun and enjoyable and all of the other wonderful things that it can be, unfortunately Man came along and draped all these inhibitions around it. In my experience it is definitely possible to separate lust from love, and yet at the same time lust shared can add another dimension to love!" Saying this, Christine moved over and sat directly next to me in the spa. She looked across at Angie. "And what about you, how do you feel?"

"Well, to be honest I never thought that it was something that I could do, but at the time is just seemed so…"

"Natural?" Chris queried.

"Yes, I guess so."

"See, I told you."

"But, I still get some feelings of jealousy thinking about another woman pleasuring Malcolm, I don't know why, I just do..."

"But why should you get jealous, Malcolm still loves you, doesn't he?"

"Well, yes, of course."

"So if another woman was to pleasure him, would that make him love you less? Surely your love for each other is not solely based on the fact that you give each other pleasure?"

"I guess not," Angelina shyly admitted.

Chris turned to me. "Malcolm, sit up on the edge of the spa."

Without even thinking I did as she asked, but I was not prepared for what happened next. Taking my right hand, Christine placed it on her firm breast, at the same time reaching over and grasping my cock, which by now was more than vaguely responding to the conversation we had been engaged in. At Christine's touch I immediately grew hard and at the same time felt her nipple grow under the palm of my hand.

"Now, see, I have Malcolm's cock in my hand and he has my breast in his. Do you think he loves you any less?"

I looked somewhat helplessly over at Angie, not knowing what reaction to expect. Somewhat surprisingly, Angie was just looking at us both with the beginnings of that earthy, lustful expression I know so well. "No, no, I don't," she uttered, her voice somewhat breathless.
Christine laughed, took her hand away from my cock, which by now was threatening to burst the seams of my wet jocks, and removed my hand from her breast.

"See, that didn't hurt, did it? Come on, let's get these silly clothes off, this spa and this wonderful night is too beautiful to be sitting here in our underwear."

With that, she stood up, undid her bra, exposing two exquisite breasts and stripped of her knickers – I had been right about the Brazilian!

Throwing caution to the wind, I stripped of my jocks. "Come on, Darling, we've gone this far, there's only us here, and after all, Christine is a doctor!"

With a slightly embarrassed laugh, Angie removed her bra and knickers, although under the cover of the bubbles. Realising that by now I was the only one fully exposed, I slid back down into the spa, enjoying the feel of the warm water running over my naked body.

We all sat there silently for the next few moments sipping the remnants of our drinks, the sexual tension palpable in the air. I looked across at Angie trying to gauge what she was thinking, but she was just laying back in the water, her eyes closed, her cheeks flushed with what I hoped was excitement. Suddenly, our reverie was broken as Christine in a husky voice said, "I am as horny as hell and need to do something about it. Come on both of you, come with me."

With that she climbed out of the spa, her body glistening and grabbed three large fluffy white towels. "Come on, come on," she ordered. Angie and I climbed out of the spa and followed her into the bedroom where she spread the three towels out on the bed. I couldn't help but notice how Christine's colouring contrasted with Angie's, who is a natural red head and has beautiful alabaster skin to match.

"As I told you before, I am a bit of an exhibitionist, well more than a bit, and what really gets me going is masturbating in front of people," Christine huskily stated. Reaching into the drawer of the bedside table she took out a vibrator, curved at the tip and lay down on the middle of the three towels. "Malcolm, come over and lay next to me. Angie, you lay on the other side."

Somewhat apprehensively we did as she asked. Christine lay back, her head on a pillow, and closing her eyes and spreading her legs, began to rub the vibrator up and down the length of her quim, clearly wet from not just the spa. Her nipples grew hard, as did my cock and looking over at Angie, I noticed that despite the surprised and slightly shocked look on her face that her small perfectly formed pink nipples, so completely different from Chris' dark nubs, had also hardened.

Christine then inserted the vibrator into her pussy, and switching it on, began to massage her protruding clitoris with her free hand. Small moans were escaping her lips as I surmised that the curved tip was doing its work on her G spot. "Help me out, you two. Play with my breasts," she demanded. By this stage my cock was hard and starting to throb, and throwing caution to the wind I began to tweak the nipple of her left breast. "Harder, pinch it harder. Angie, suck the other one," she cried, her hips beginning to roll and thrust against the vibrator and her hand.

To my surprise, without hesitation, Angie leaned over, and with her hand placed between her own legs, took Christine's dark brown nipple into her mouth. I watched amazed as my beautiful wife began to suck and nibble not only Christine's nipple, but kissing and sucking her breast as well. Kneeling up and leaning over, my cock swaying, I joined my sweetheart in feasting on Christine's breast, my hand continuing to tweak and massage the other.

As our faces met, Angie put her hand on the back of my head and pulled my mouth towards hers, our tongues enmeshing in a deep and passionate kiss. We alternated between deep kissing and taking turns in sucking the nipple and breast so wantonly offered to us.

"Malcolm, give me your cock to suck. Angie, lick me, lick my clit," Christine moaned. Both of us acted as if controlled, totally unable to resist this exotic and erotic woman's wishes. I kneeled above Christine's head and she opened her eyes and took my cock into her mouth. Looking down I watched fascinated as Angie, tentatively at first, but growing in confidence as the sheer wantonness of the situation took hold, began to lick and suck at the engorged nub protruding from the glistening labia. Keeping one hand on the purring vibrator firmly ensconced in her pussy, Christine used her other to grab my cock and, holding it, began to lick up and down the shaft, her tongue flicking down to my balls and then back to the head. Angie, legs splayed, with two fingers working away at her own wet slit, was sucking and licking at Chris' dripping cunny. I could see Chris' pussy juices gleaming on her lips and chin.

All of a sudden Christine released my cock, grabbed Angie's head and began to push her pussy against Angie's face. A low guttural moan started from her lips, growing to a scream of ecstasy as she reached her orgasm, her hips bucking, her head arched back. Her orgasm seemed to last forever as wave after wave of pleasure shuddered through her body.

Angie continued to feast on her pussy, her mouth fastened to Chris' clit causing one orgasm after another to convulse through her body. Clearly Chris was multi-orgasmic!

Eventually she could take no more and gently she pushed Angie's head away from her mound. Both women collapsed back on the bed, Chris panting from her exertions, Angie frantically rubbing her pussy lips, the labia spread open with desire, her juices glistening on the inside of her thighs and on her fingers.

I was almost unable to move. I had just witnessed one of the most incredibly sexual sights I had ever seen. Watching my darling wife, usually so conservative, act in such a wanton and lustful way had aroused me to a point I could not remember ever achieving before.
After what seemed an eternity, but was probably only a moment, Angie whimpered, "Oh God! I have to cum."

I started to move to her, but before I reached Angie's side, Christine whispered, "Let me do this."

Laying down next to Angie, she slid two fingers into her wet and slippery slit, at the same time licking and sucking at Angie's breast. This had an immediate effect on Angie who began groaning with pleasure. I could tell that Christine was manipulating Angie's G spot with her fingers. As Angie began to writhe with pleasure, Christine transferred her attention to Angie's clit, her tongue flicking out, teasing her and lapping along the full length of her slit. I noticed with surprise that whilst doing this Chris had reinserted the vibrator back into herself, the sound of its humming masked by the soft moans and heavy breathing escaping from both women's lips.

I knew what I had to do. I moved around so that I was straddling Angie's head, my cock hard and erect, bobbing up and down and placed it against Angie's lips, my hands massaging her breasts and nipples. She immediately grabbed me with her hand and began sucking on my cock, but so intense were the sensations she was feeling, I could tell that she was hardly aware of what she was doing.

The effect of the attention being paid to Angie's G spot and clit was starting to build the momentum of her orgasm. "Oh God, Oh my God, I am cumming," she shrieked as her orgasm hit her with an intensity and force I had rarely witnessed before. As the orgasm rose within her, she shouted, "Again, again, oh my God, I am cumming again." Her body shook and convulsed and with a great sigh, she fell silent, her breathing suspended. After a few seconds, she took a great gulp of air, her vulva convulsing as she pushed Chris' mouth away. "Too sensitive, too sensitive," was all she could say, her breath and reason taken away by the intensity of the orgasm she had just experienced.
By now, my cock was as hard as I could ever remember it being and I was in such a state of arousal I was hardly aware of what was happening around me. I climbed over Chris, who by now was on her back, vibrator working away at her G spot, fingers working away at her clit as she approached her next climax. Roughly spreading Angie's legs and pushing them back towards her head I plunged my cock into her sopping cunt. "Oh yes, fuck me, fuck me hard," Angie screamed.

I needed no instruction as I slammed my cock into her, almost blind with the haze of lust enveloping my sight. I fucked her hard, pushing all the way to the top of her vagina, not caring how hard I was pounding her, although from her groans of pleasure I knew that my darling was not objecting. "Yes, yes, give it to me, give it to me." All at once I could feel my cum start to boil from somewhere deep inside, bursting up through my cock and ejecting into spray after spray of hot semen into my wife's waiting pussy. I kept pumping her until I was completely drained, my breath ragged, my heart pounding. Somewhere, at the back of my mind I could hear above the blood pounding through my ears, Chris squealing as she achieved yet another orgasm, brought about by the humming vibrator, her frantic fingering of her clit and the sights and sounds of our orgasms.

Completely satiated, I rolled onto the bed, somehow finding space between both women. We were a tangle of arms and legs and I could feel both women's breasts rubbing against me. As I lay there totally enveloped in that warm afterglow of fantastic sex, I gradually became aware of my cock, now deflated, being sucked, all of the accumulated juices of mine and Angie's cum being licked from me. I opened my eyes a fraction to see that it was not one mouth, but two taking turns caressing my cock with their tongues and lips. With a groan of satisfaction I closed my eyes again and let the sensuous feelings overwhelm me.

After a couple of minutes this caressing ceased and both women returned to lie next to me, one on either side, their breasts and wet pussies pressing against me. We stayed that way for what seemed an eternity, basking in the sheer eroticism of what we had all just experienced.

Chris suddenly gave a quiet chuckle, "Spa anyone?"

A Short Break

Curious couple

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Thu, 25th March, 2010

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