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"Thank you, thank you," she said, giving him a hug while she was still naked. She didn't stop him from squeezing her bare ass, and looked around to check no one was looking as he reached up to gently caress her breast.

"You like them?" she asked, looking at him grip and squeeze and run his thumb over her nipple.

"Very much," he smiled. "Does this bruise hurt when I touch?"

He squeezed and prodded at her hickey.

"No, you can keep touching."

"You are very beautiful. I feel very good to touch you."

"Thank you," Sasha said, and after giving the driver a long feel, she stepped back and put on her coverall.

"You can clearly see my pussy, right?" she asked standing and facing him.

"No one will mind."

Sasha joined the boys for one more beer and the bathroom. They left a little after five, but the driver didn't mind at all. Nor did he mind that Sasha climbed onto Thom's lap and forced her vagina down his salty, sweaty cock. She took the coverall off and humped her way through the first half of the trip, until Thom could hold no longer and sprayed her insides with cum.

Sasha fell back to the seat, legs open facing the driver, using her hand to keep the sperm from dirtying the seat.

"Do you have some tissues I could use?" she asked.

The driver slowed, reaching for a box in the glove box and taking a good look at the beauty of post-fuck Sasha wiping cum from between her legs.

"What I was trying to say, before you rudely humped me, is that tomorrow night those guys are going to a club in the west, and can get us tickets," Thom said.

"What sort of club?"

"It's a foam party."

"What's a foam party?"

"A foam party," the driver interrupted, "Is the dance floor is covered in foam bubbles, as high as you."

"Oh my," Sasha said. "Doesn't that makes a mess?"

"Well, some say it was originally designed to clean the mess."

"But the light and speakers and stuff? Your clothes. How does that work?"

"You get soaking wet. The lights and speakers are up high. The dance floor is low, you come out to reach the bar."

"Sounds like a kids party," Sasha said, dabbing at her vagina.

The driver laughed heartily.

"No. It is not a kids party."

"The boys said it goes from midnight to six in the morning," Thom chipped in.

"What?" Sasha squealed. "You can't be serious?"

"It is correct," the driver added.

"We can't go there. Josh and May will be in. What could we possibly say to sneak out to that?"

"Maybe we be up front. Bite the bullet, invite them along."

"They couldn't, surely? No sleep?"

"They might. It's their last day the next day, they might be up for some madness."

"Gee," Sasha said, leaning forward to put the wet tissues in the bin up front.

"Aw," the driver groaned, wishing he could reach out for those breasts again.

"Do you think May would like it?" Sasha asked, sitting down.

"It's inside. It's dark. No sun. She's a chance."

Back at the hotel, Sasha got out of the car, then redressed. She hugged the driver goodbye and her and Thom went to the pool bar to talk through the next day.

"You don't want to have dinner tonight?"

"No, I like having dinner in the room and get time for myself to get my balance back before Josh comes in."

"Fair enough," Thom nodded. "So, tomorrow night. We ask them? I ask mine, you ask yours?"

"Hmm, okay. How do we say we found out?"

"Some Canadians you and I met in the beach. Don't have to say which beach, though."

"Okay."

Thom stayed at the bar and Sasha went up, showering the beach and Thom off her as best she could. She put a shirt t-shirt on, but left her pants off. She would let her husband have access to her pussy, of course. Home at nine and relatively sober, Josh nailed Sasha senseless while she held onto the railing on the balcony. Her grunting as she was fucked would have been heard across the hotel, so she was sure Thom must know she was getting unloaded into again. Fortunately Josh didn't make Sasha take her t-shirt off, so there was no explanation needed for the hickey on her breast. Yet.

"You go," Josh said once Sasha had explained the foam party, again holding her mound to keep cum from dripping to the floor.

"Are you serious?"

"Go, go with Thom. and Sue. I am so bushed from this trip, there is no way I could stay up and not sleep, it would kill me. I feel so sorry for you sitting around doing nothing all day, you should have at least one interesting experience from staying here. So as long as you go with him those two to be safe, I think you should go. And take some pictures for me."

"What about May, you think she'll go?"

"I don't know. Maybe not. But at least if Thom goes it would be better, I don't think it would be a good idea to go there without someone."

"You worry some boy will put his hands on me?" Sasha teased.

"Ha!" Josh laughed. "You better be careful is all. Stay close to Thom, let people think you're together. Both of you have rings, should be easy."

Sasha slept well. The sun and the sex had drained her. She didn't even hear Josh get up and go. It was almost eleven by the time she dragged herself to the bathroom.

"What happened to Thom?" she asked herself. "I expected he'd be here early wanting sex."

There was a note that had been put under the door. It said cabana number eight on the beach. Sasha went out to the balcony to take a look. Those square bed things, with a roof? Probably.

Sasha had a quick shower, to wash Josh away from between her legs for when she met Thom, the reverse of the evening before. What a holiday. She put on the sheer bikini, and a short cotton t-shirt. There were only a few people at the pool bar, and no one that was offended to see her slit through the light mesh. They gave her a coffee takeaway and explained where cabana eight was.

"Hi," she said, finding Thom.

"Good afternoon!"

"It's still morning," Sasha defended herself. "I thought you'd be over early for sex."

"Tonight will be so late, I thought I better let you sleep. And we better have a relaxed day, lots of naps, so I hired this."

"It's cool," Sasha nodded.

"And you can put the mesh curtain around," Thom showed her. "So you can still get fucked relatively privately, as long as you're not as noisy as you were on the balcony last night."

"I know," Sasha blushed. "Josh was doing it pretty hard."

"Sounded like he was hurting you."

"No! Not at all. Yours is bigger, I can feel you're bigger inside me. Yours is the one that can hurt me sometimes."

"You like being hurt?" Thom grinned.

Sasha blushed again, nodding. "Feels like a strong man is having me."

"How did you explain your bruised tit?"

"I didn't. He fucked me with my t-shirt on."

"Well, you'll have to say something at some stage."

"Is May coming tonight?"

"No, is Josh?"

"No, he said I should take you with me to be safe, pretend we're a couple."

"Handy. Permission from the husband."

"Does May know I'm going?"

"Yeah, she's okay, she thinks you're some little shy thing that will want to go home after an hour."

"Maybe I will."

"Even if you don't want to stay, you're not going home," he grinned. "We'll find something else to do with you."

"Do you want to fuck me now?" Sasha asked, pulling off her bikini bottoms and standing on the beach in just her top.

Thom pulled the mesh curtain closed on three sides, then helped Sasha up onto the towels on the mattress.

"Lay face down, like a massage," he told her. For a time he crawled down between her legs and drank from her pussy, lifting her hip slightly for better contact.

"Fuck me," Sasha growled after being tempted long enough. Thom put his cock at her cunt and ground up her, holding tight at full length.

"Oh my god, don't take that out," Sasha groaned. "Don't ever take it out. It feels so good."

"You love cock?"

"I love cock," Sasha confirmed. "Yours is so big, I love it."

They went long and slow. Thom felt rock-hard and in control. Sasha was sloppy wet and in the mood to be filled. It was a dream fuck, they were perfectly compatible for the moment.

Neither of them came, they were simply enjoying the ride until hunger drove alternative primal needs.

"I don't want to put my pants back on," Sasha whined.

"You like having your cunt out?"

Sasha rolled to her back and opened her legs.

"I wanna be fucked," she complained.

"Five more minutes," Thom sighed, "That's all. Then lunch."

"Thank you baby," Sasha grinned, then groaned out loud as the cock struck back up her. They'd been quiet before, but this time Sasha didn't hold her voice back. When guys from the beach came round front and watched through the gap in the curtain it made her even wetter. She made Thom roll to his back, leaning over him and pulling her cunt up and down his shaft, giving full view of it to the guys she knew were behind her. Sasha pulled off her t-shirt and bikini top, sitting on him entirely bare.

"I feel like having dirty sex," she leaned down and moaned into Thom's ear.

"This place is having a wicked effect on you," Thom said, kissing her neck, then pulling her up to suck gently on her bruised breast.

"Completely," Sasha gasped, driving her cunt up and down the full length of Thom's shaft for the audience behind her.

After ten minutes, Thom said, "Five minutes is up."

He pulled her up and off and rolled around for his pants. Sasha crawled out the front, opening the curtain wide and standing full frontal nude to the handful of guys that had been watching her mating. She looked thoroughly disheveled, her hair a mess, her tits covered in saliva, her pussy lips swollen.

"Hi," she gave a little wave, before Thom made her put her bikini on to go to the pool bar for lunch. They left their t-shirts and towels at the cabana, again going for a swim in the pool while they waited for the food. And Sasha wowed the small audience of customers and staff with her body as she stepped out of the water in her near-naked bikini.

"I needed that swim," she said eating a fry. "Cooled me down. I was feeling way too...."

"You were!" Thom agreed. "Today is going to be a long day, need to pace ourselves.

They took a long time eating and sipping at margaritas. After lunch Thom went up to get his phone to connect with the Canadian boys and to 'spend ten minutes' on the toilet.

Sasha walked down to the cabana. She thought she must have the wrong one when she could see the outline of a person through the mesh. Walking around the front, a stranger in his mid-twenties with dark hair and brown eyes was leaning back on the mattress. From his smile he knew it was her cabana. Was he one of the guys who watched her have sex?

Sasha sighed.

"You have to be quick," she said, pulling down her pants and stepping out of them. The guy nodded that he understood. "My man could be back any minute."

Sasha helped him pull down his swimmers. Gee, were all men so much bigger than Josh? She held it upright, shaking her head. This will hurt, she thought, then lifted her body above it, put it at her spot and pushed down. Sasha couldn't help but squeal as it sunk all in.

"Oh, that's too...shit, that's in deep. Cum quick, okay?"

It hurt for a time until her wetness eked in. Then Sasha fucked like a woman that was trying to quickly milk the sperm from a cock, using her hips in every way she knew to coax it out.

"Cum," she begged, putting her breast in his mouth, but pulling it out as he started sucking a hickey. The last thing she needed was another one of those. The guy pushed her off, turned her around and struck back in from behind. Shoving her head down into the mattress he ground in and out with maximum contact and impact. He filled her with cock hard and fast enough to send himself over the edge, and filled her with semen. Pumping until it was spent, the guy pulled out, crawled off her, picked up his pants, dressed and walked off down the beach. Squelching and gurgling sperm, Sasha crashed asleep face down with her legs spread, overwhelmed with sun, alcohol and sex.

"Hey, hey, enough sleep. It's after four," Thom shook her awake.

Sasha picked up and looked around, getting her bearings.

"What's happening?"

"You've been asleep. Found you crashed out naked, with your legs open, pussy spread to the beach. You're lucky some guy didn't come up and stick his cock in you."

"Where is he?" Sasha mumbled, looking around.

"Gee, you are out of it!" Thom laughed. "No more margaritas at lunch for you."

"Hmmm," Sasha grunted, falling back down to the mattress and closing her eyes again.

"So what do we do until midnight?" Sasha asked.

"I don't know," Thom shrugged. "Spend the evening with May and Josh like normal, I guess. That driver is going to pick us up at eleven."

"The same guy?"

"I think so."

"What to wear?"

"Something you can get wet. And something that dries quickly. We won't be taking a bag or change of clothes."

"This bikini?" Sasha asked, picking up the mesh one from the sand. "With the coverall?"

"Would Josh let you out in that? If you turn up in see-through clothes, you'll be gang-fucked."

"Don't be dramatic. It's a dance club, not a house party."

"Well, let's see if he approves."

"Hmmm, probably not," Sasha agreed. She got up on her knees and stretched. "Are you going to fuck me again? Otherwise I might go have a shower and think about what I have to wear."

"Maybe I'll come with you. Fuck you in the shower."

"Yeah, come on then," Sasha said, putting on her t-shirt then walking out into the sand without pants. "Though I really don't feel like putting my pants back on."

"Well, come on then. Lay back down, I'll fuck you here if you want."

"Nah, come on, shower," Sasha said, wrapping a towel around, holding her bikini in her hand. "Do me in the shower. It will feel better."

When they walked into Sasha's room, though, Josh was already there. Luckily Sasha and Thom were mostly dressed, but Sasha dare not take the towel off to show she was naked under.

"Hi baby," she said, kissing Josh. "You back so early?"

"There's a dinner, there's time to shower and change this time. What have you been up to?"

"Nothing, just laying in a cabana, saving energy for tonight. Came back here to think about what to wear tonight."

"Need something that can get wet, but also dry easily for the ride home," Thom chipped in, trying to come across as interested solely in the practicality of Sasha's attire.

"Wear your cotton shorts and t-shirt," Josh shrugged.

"No! It's a dance club. Have to be more stylish than that."

"Needs to be more casual, not more stylish. Here, look at these photos," Thom showed his phone. "I'm wearing swimwear. I think you better, too."

"Hmmm," Josh agreed.

They pulled out other clothes Sasha might wear while she excused herself to the bathroom. She got rid of the towel and t-shirt, put her bikini back on and the t-shirt over it. It was the mesh bikini, Josh would know she'd been showing her cunt outside but better than finding out she'd come back without pants.

"Should I keep wearing this one, or is it too much?", she said walking out. Both boys couldn't help but stare at her slit through the mesh.

"You wore that today?" Josh asked, eyes wide. "Outside?"

"You bought it!" Sasha laughed. "You brought it! Can't complain I used it."

"Come on, you'll make Thom feel embarrassed wearing that out there. You had your t-shirt off?"

"Of course."

"It's okay," Thom said. "May is so conservative, it's refreshing to see you two like this, and I'm super jealous that you've got a wife that will wear that out. Mine is so boring, it's frustrating. Believe me, it's much better to have a wife that wears this down the beach than won't even wear a bikini."

"Not for the foam party though, it will be an invitation," Josh insisted.

"The yellow one maybe," Thom suggested. "Then I can see you easily, won't get lost in the crowd."

"Yes, better," Josh agreed.

"But wear a rough t-shirt so that if we lose it, you won't care. Might not be easy to keep track of stuff. I've got an inside pocket in these swimmers, I can put a card and my phone, other than that I wouldn't take anything you aren't happy to lose."

"What time is the driver coming?" Josh asked.

"He'll be here at ten-thirty, but will wait until eleven if we want to leave a bit later."

"I'm not sure we'll be back by then," Josh said. "The bus is taking us to a restaurant on the beach up north."

"I'll go back, see May off," Thom said.

"I'll drop Sasha to you when I leave, then she won't have to carry her key."

"Okay," Thom said casually, seeing himself out.

Josh looked at Sasha in her sheer bikini pants.

"What did he say about that?"

"Just wanted to know how I did it."

"It?"

"Shave, cream, laser. I told him wax. He wishes May would do it."

"Sounds like she might not be very sexy," Josh smiled.

"See?" Sasha grinned back, then stepped in to put her arms around his neck. "You should be happy with your wife doing things like this."

"Lots of guys saw you in the bikini?" he asked as she kissed him.

"Uh-huh," she nodded. "Does that turn you on? So many guys know what your wife's tits look like? What her pussy looks like?"

"I'd prefer I was there when it happened."

"Then you better bring me here when it's just us two. Or somewhere similar. Then you can watch me show my tits to whoever you tell me to."

"You're coming along nicely," Josh smiled.

Josh had already showered, so Sasha got to go in alone. She kept her back to the door in case Josh came in, and she brought her yellow bikini and worst t-shirt in to get dressed in the bathroom. If she could slip through until the foam party before Josh saw the massive hickey on her breast, she could say it happened there. Just some hijinks on the dance floor. Better than what actually happened, right?

"Gee," Josh whistled at her bare ass in the yellow bikini bottoms. "Someone is going to grab that."

"You first," she said, coming in close to kiss him. Josh reached around and held her bare skin as they kissed.

"Guys are going to try it on tonight baby."

"I won't let it go too far," Sasha assured him.

"How far is too far?"

"Not inside my clothes?" Sasha suggested.

"Maybe. Maybe that's fair. Kissing?"

"No tongue," Sasha smiled, then put her tongue in his mouth.

"Will you take your top off?" Josh asked.

"Do you want me to?" she teased.

"Oh, I wish I was going now. I'd take your top off, hold your arms behind you and watch as guys took turn sucking your tits."

"Book a holiday baby. Soon. Just us two," Sasha said, kissing her man fiercely, then pulling her pants down and off. "Send me there tonight with cum in me."

It only took a minute for the sperm transfer to take place. Josh was well worked up. Sasha held her hips in the air, letting gravity send it deeper, not out.

When Josh delivered her next door as he picked up May to go down to the bus, May frowned at the sight of Sasha's bare ass in that bikini.

"It's alright," Josh teased, "I've just given her a servicing, she won't be on the attack."

That wasn't true though. As soon as they thought it safe, that there was no chance of returning for something forgotten, Sasha and Thom were naked in his bed, fucking passionately.

"I like having sex in the sheets that you sleep in with her," Sasha smiled.

"That's evil."

"Do you like fucking me more? In her bed?"

"You're like a guy, thinking with your cunt."

Sasha bit her lip and nodded. "Fuck it."

Thom didn't just fuck it, he smashed it. Sasha adored it, squealing and demanding he keep going. When he sent her over the edge, people in the pool bar could hear it.

"Cum in me!" she yelled out loud. "Cum in me!"

How could Thom not?

With a devilish grin there was no holding the mess in this time, Sasha let the sperm and pussy juice soak into the sheets where May slept.