A Tempting Vacation Ch. 14

Mike knew better, for after observing her all day long, and especially after spying on her and the passed out kid earlier, there was little doubt his faithful, churchgoing wife was getting a thrill from delving into these sexy interactions. Anxious to egg her on, he said, "Well, I think several of those young boys, as you put it, seem to be quite taken with you. They've hardly quit staring at you since you left them. But then again, how can I blame them, I mean you look like you've undone some buttons to draw attention to yourself." Mikes ear to ear grin the only sign he was less than serious.

"Michael Johnson!" Lil started to protest, then quickly realized he was yanking her chain. Rather than give Mike the upper hand, she decided it best to get back to her story and torment him a little more, "Actually, you're right, I think several of the guys at the bar wanted to thank you for making me dress like this, especially the white baseball cap, Brad. He seemed quite smitten with me, and I must confess, it is somewhat flattering to be the object of such a handsome young man's attention. He did get a little forward, but of course, I made him behave....eventually." Lil had shifted to face Mike, her back now turned slightly to the bar. Swiveling to this position had led his hand further up her leg, to within an inch or so of the, now last, clasped button. Lil slipped her own hand beneath the table, to likewise trace her painted nails up the length of Mike's thigh. This was so unlike her, but she didn't want to quit this fun little game they'd fallen into. Besides, they agreed it was just for tonight. Tomorrow she'd blame it all on Mike, and the alcohol, and the fact they were on vacation, then she'd go back to her comfortable, sensible self.

Mike was breathing a little harder as Lil continued, "He is quite strong, I mean he easily lifted me up above the crowd so I could see if you were still waiting for me. Of course, I knew he was strong already, you know from the boat. I guess I should confess that when he was helping with my flippers I couldn't help but notice how well built he was, lots of muscles and very tight looking abs." She paused, letting Mike digest her comments, then asked, "Did you see me, you know, when he was holding me?"

Mike was mesmerized by his wife's tale. He was slightly distracted by her completely out of character behavior, but even more so by her hand now traveling tentatively up the leg of his shorts. He didn't want to break the mood, and sat motionless, eager to enjoy this for as long as she was in this sexy, increasingly inebriated mood. "Ah, yeah, I was about to come get you, but you looked so, ah, I guess calm, I decided to just wait her for you to come back."

"Really, I looked calm? I certainly didn't feel calm. That boy, Brad, was holding me so tight to him, I could practically feel every muscle in his six-pack abs." Lil's hand had finally reached Mike's rock hard dick, and she began to lightly scratch and occasionally tug on the head as she continued, "And my, you know....nipples," She whispered as if someone might hear, "were hard, just like now, and they were right in his face as he lowered me. I tried my best to keep them from his lips, I promise I did honey......you believe me don't you?"

Mike nodded his agreement, then through parched lips, managed to say, "ahem, then what?"

"Do you really want to know? I mean, it is not bad, well, not too bad, but it was not my fault. He is so strong, I just didn't have a choice.....maybe we should just go and forget this ever happened." Lil felt almost evil for doing this to Mike, but this did seem to be a just repayment for him making her dress like this tonight. She was prepared to continue, but wanted him to ask for the details. She continued to stroke his cock beneath the leg of his shorts, while staring into his eyes, awaiting a reply.

"Yes, you should, ahem, you should tell me." Mike managed to say as he squirmed slightly from his wife's touch.

"You mean about my nipples...or the other thing?" Lil couldn't resist prolonging his agony just a little longer.

Mike was ready to burst from the suspense. He knew Lil was toying with him, but he did want to know what had happened so he didn't hesitate to ask. At the same time he decided to mirror her manual teasing, and slid his hand closer to her crotch, immediately aware of her own excitement so thoroughly coating her thighs.

"Well, as Brad was lowering me back to the ground, the naughty boy made sure to drag my boobies right across his face. I remember a completely random thought crossing my mind - how my nipples might poke his eye out. Isn't that silly, to have a good looking college boy practically molesting me in the middle of a crowd, and me being concerned with my hard nipples putting out his eye? Anyway, he was certainly taking advantage of the situation, maneuvering me so that my entire left breast was pulled down against his face, from his forehead to his chin. Oh my, I just remembered feeling his whisker stubble scraping against me, right here....can you see the scratches?" Lil took the hand not occupied with Mike's dick and pulled the dress over until she threatened to expose her left nipple, so that they could jointly inspect her supple skin.

"Look, right here, see the red splotch on my skin, oh my, I guess I didn't realize at the time just how exposed I was. See here, how the friction marks extend all the way to my areola." Lil again paused with her story, kept the dress pulled aside and looked once again into her husband's face. As she waited for him to respond, his hand pressed further, until his fingers met her engorged lips and clit.

"Yeah, I see what you mean," Mike said, not sure if he really saw anything, or if it was simply Lil's conviction as to what had happened that caused him to agree. He could feel her squirm against his hand as his agreeable words spurred her on. "He was pretty aggressive, huh?"

"Oh my, yes, he was. He was actually very naughty and devious, but he was just so cute, and well, like I admitted before, so well built, I guess I was kind of slow to chastise him. Do you forgive me?"

Mike began to nod his head, but before he could speak, Lil continued, "And you haven't heard his most devious little move yet. See, as he was lowering me, he had his arms cupped behind my upper legs, you know, right below my butt. You know how my tush bubbles out so, and as he allowed me to slide right down his body, his hands ended up right under my butt. He didn't actually grab me, but I could feel his hands there, pulling me tight to his young, firm body. Mmm, Mike, your fingers are making me really horny." Lil paused, now breathing rapidly from both her husband's stimulation and the excitement washing over her from retelling her adventure at the bar.

"Ah, you're doing the same to me, but go on, finish telling me." Mike replied, noting how Lil's grip on his cock would tighten during the more arousing portions of her story.

"Mmm, okay, but, well, are the boys watching me, er I mean us, right now?"

Mike glanced to the bar, seeing most of the guys intently watching the game. He hadn't even thought about the game since Lil came back from the bar, and now viewed it only as a distraction to this adventure they were on. Eager to proceed, he truthfully answered her, "Most are watching the game, the one in the white baseball cap is pretty obviously watching your every move." He could feel her body tense and pressed his thumb directly across her slippery clit.

"He can probably tell what we're doing beneath this table." Mike added.

"Oh Mike, do you really think so........no, I know you, you're just putting me on again. So where was I? Oh yes, I was about to get to the part that was really all your fault." Lil had quit moving her hand as she spoke, then resumed her increasingly firm stroking with noticeably more vigor than before, making little effort to hide their under-table activity.

"My fault? I can't help it that you are still so sexy that college guys want to flirt with you."

"What I mean is, I wouldn't have been forced to expose myself to all those boys if you hadn't clipped the button on my dress." Lil explained, lifting up the dangling portion of her dress to show him the loose threads where the button had been.

Mike noticed her handling of the dress and the way it exposed her thigh, right up to her hip, on the side of her body closest to the bar. She didn't seem aware of this exposure, but he was skeptical Lil would show so much leg without being conscious of her audience, especially since he just confirmed for her that Brad was blatantly staring. Yesterday's Lil would have never considered such a move, but tonight's Lil, well she was proving to be an entirely different animal, and he was thoroughly enjoying exploring her expanding sexual boundaries.

"Exposed yourself? Now you sound like the naughty pervert, not me."

"Hardly! But thanks to you and Brad, I really had no choice. You see, as he kept lowering me, and I was so concerned about having my huge nipple accidently slip into his mouth, I didn't notice how we was positioning me right over his, well, his ...his you know."

Mike's finger was now working in concert with his thumb, steadily driving in and out of Lil's pussy while he kept up the pressure on her clit. He noticed she had begun to frequently take long sips from the straw in her drink, as if that might cool her simmering body. Further, she was beginning to struggle to speak in a normal pattern, her rapid breathing more frequently breaking the rhythm of her words. Between recounting the events with Brad and managing her reaction to his fingers, Lil's attention to his dick became more sporadic. Given how excited he was already, he actually welcomed the relief, certainly not wanting to cum here in this bar.

"So, anyway, ah, as I slid down, I suddenly realized that my dress was not sliding with me, but there was nothing I could do. My senses were so scattered. My nipple was brushing across his face and my naked kitty was scrapping down his tee shirt, practically gripping every ridge of his muscled abs." Lil was breathing rapidly now as she spoke, the combination of sharing this with Mike while he was bringing her closer and closer to an orgasm was quickly becoming more than her body could bear. She paused briefly, trying to compose her thoughts. She would never have fathomed a string of events that would have brought her to this point, but her she was, after a day of serendipitous temptations, a surprisingly willing husband, and more alcohol than she'd ever consumed, practically ready to have sex in a public bar. She knew from deep within she had to slow things down, and grabbed Mike's hand, telling him as much.

Mike didn't mind slowing down. He actually liked the idea of keeping Lil on the edge as long as possible, but he did want to hear the rest of the details from the bar, "Okay, I'll just caress you a little while you finish telling me exactly what happened, okay?" He pulled his thumb free and slowed his fingers as Lil began to speak.

"I wanted to get him to let me down, but I didn't want to make a scene, so I just went with the flow, and felt my nude crotch keep descending, but with my feet still more than 6 inches from the floor, he stopped. He had me exactly against his penis, and Mike, even though I only allowed him to keep me there for a few seconds, I could really tell his penis, even through his shorts, was really really hard. He is obviously a very experienced boy, cause it was like he knew I was practically wrapped around his rod, you know. I swear honey, I didn't want to respond, you know, physically, but by the time I could collect myself, and tell him to put me down, I was feeling really flushed and beginning to sweat. He listened to me right away and started sliding me down once again, but he didn't move me from his erect penis, so that I basically slide down his entire erection, but at least I was protected by his shorts... for a few more inches anyway."

Mike felt as if he was ready to explode just from hearing Lil recount the story. "Okay, well, don't quit now, you have to finish telling me."

"You know, I think this is more exciting telling you about it now, than it was while I was going through it, does that make sense?" Lil asked reflectively. Without waiting for an answer, she plowed ahead, "So he kept maneuvering me downward, somehow managing to shift me over a little, so that I slipped right down his leg, which after being forced to rub down the length of his penis, wasn't so bad, that is until I moved past the hem of his shorts and made contact with his flexed thigh. Mike, I was so wet by this time, I practically slid down his bare leg to his knee. My kitty was on fire and I was afraid my legs would give out from the pleasure. As soon as I gathered myself, I looked up to see about 5 other boys all staring at me like they could devour me if I gave them the slightest encouragement. That was when I tried to break the tension by agreeing we should all have another shot. After that, I found a good opportunity to slip from the pack and get back here to you."

Mike sat there, his mouth agape and his cock like a steel pipe. As Lil spoke, he had slowly, yet unconsciously, increased his stimulation of her absolutely drenched pussy. She was writhing around against his fingers as he glanced to the bar and saw that 3 others had joined Brad in watching them. Realizing the risk of staying here in this bar, with a group of drunk and horny college boys, Mike grasped Lil's arm in one hand and her purse in the other, and guided her down the hallway and around the corner to the bathroom, then slipped through the back exit. He didn't think the boys were dangerous, but had long ago taken to heart the saying about discretion being the better part of valor.

As soon as they rounded the corner to the back of the building, Mike pushed Lil against the wall and kissed her deeply. "Honey, I think that was the hottest thing I've ever heard of . You are so sexy and amazing."

Lil, the drinks and shots now fully kicking in, loved to hear Mike showing her so much passion. The fact that she had behaved like some wanton sinner didn't seem to bother her at this moment. All she wanted to do was get to the room and let Mike fuck her like he had begun to do back in the ladies room.

"Come on honey, let's get to the room and fuck." She couldn't resist speaking so vulgarly, caught fully in the exhilaration of the night.

As tempted as Mike was to go straight to the room, as Lil was suggesting, his darker side just couldn't pass up the opportunity to finish the night as he had intended, every since spying Lil and the passed out kid. He had hoped his ability to ply her with a drink, and her sexy attire in a bar full of college boys would make her feel desirable, but things had obviously evolved well beyond his wildest fantasies. His goal of taking her back, buzzed and horny, to check on, with any luck, the still passed out teenager, was coming together better than he could have hoped. Mike didn't know what, if anything, he wanted to happen when she saw the boy again, but he knew his earlier discovery of Lil's apparent fascination with Ron's abnormal penis had turned him on more than he would ever have imagined. He just had to see how she would respond if given a second chance with the kid, especially in her current condition.

Mike pulled Lil to him, grinding his erection against her stomach and began to nibble and kiss her ear and neck. "Mmmm, yeah, I love to hear you talk dirty like that. I can't wait to get you to the room and .....wait, before we go back, didn't you plan to go check in on the drunk kid one last time?"He asked, anxious to gage her response, but barely pausing as his kisses trailed down her neck to her bare shoulder.

Not only had their adventure at the bar made Lil incredibly horny, it had pushed the thoughts of Ron, and what she had done back at his room, from her mind. Now, her brain instantly recalled the image of his huge penis being so inadequately clutched in her petite hand. She had promised his mother she'd check in on him, plus given her current state of arousal, she really did want to get another peek. Part of her, however, was nervous about the awkwardness of being with Mike should they find him, perhaps having kicked the sheet free, completely nude. She would have to compose herself and react as if she'd never before seen the boy's penis.

Still acutely aware of the way Mike was stoking her with his talented tongue, Lil said, "Mmm, we do need to check on Ron, but if you don't quit doing that, I may not make it to their room before I make you satisfy my needs."

"Okay, okay, let's hurry up and do this so we can get back to the room." Mike said, his perverted thoughts dancing around his brain as he took his inebriated wife by the hand and led her down the immaculately landscaped walk, past the pool. He kept glancing to her jiggling breasts and erect nipples, randomly illuminated by the moonlight dancing through the windblown palm trees, as he steered her toward the last room on the end, and the big cocked teenager.

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Courtney had already cum twice, but with Ron's cock losing none of its firmness, she climbed back on just as soon as Shannon had rolled off, still quivering from her second orgasm in the past ½ hour. Ron had begun to come around during Shannon's rather vigorous assault of his defenseless body, albeit slowly. Neither girl cared now if he woke up, for everything from here on in was just icing on the cake as far as they were concerned. Courtney wasted little time, positioning herself over his slick, condom coated cock, and dropped down, well over half way. Even though she'd managed to take him completely last time, it still took awhile to get fully accustomed to his girth and length.

Ron's unconscious mind was slowly gaining awareness, initially through very graphic dreams about Amy, then, as had become the norm, expanding to encompass Pam and Beth. Eventually these dreams started to cross over, the female roles being occasionally assumed by the two college girls from the poolside contest. It was ultimately the grunts and moans coming from Courtney, now energetically pounding down against his groin, which first coaxed him to open his eyes. He took several seconds to focus, then a few more to comprehend that a sexy coed was fucking him with all she had. As he began to gain his senses, even though still clouded with alcohol and pot, he realized he hardly felt his cock, which based on the pace at which he was being fucked, should be ready to explode. As Ron began to raise his head to better take in the situation, he heard anther voice to his left.

"Look who's waking up," Shannon said, "Sorry we got started without you Ron, but, well, we just couldn't resist that big dick of yours, you know?"

Ron was still teetering on the edge of consciousness as Shannon leaned over and gently kissed him. "Let me help you raise up some, you'll love watching Courtney ride that cock. I know it gets me hot to see her take it all." Shannon said, slipping a couple of pillows behind his head and shoulders, so he was propped up enough to have a good viewing angle. As his eyes traveled down her body, Courtney stopped moving completely, placed her hands on Ron's chest, gave him a devilish grin, and began to roll her hips forward and back, allowing most of his hard cock to pull free before she'd return to her original position, scraping her sensitive clit against his pelvis. While she looked incredibly sexy, he was unable to see his cock sliding in and out, as Shannon had suggested. "Can you feel that Ron?" Courtney asked, curious as to whether their various methods to prolong his orgasm would be as effective now that he was at least somewhat awake.