Cucked on Vacation

A knot twisted in my stomach as my dick strained to full hardness. "Wow." I looked at her, stunned. "I guess Mark's proposition got to you?" I managed, blood pressure rising - simultaneously horrified and aroused that it might have. I was legitimately shocked that she would actually have chosen an interracial film, as we had never seen one together. A million thoughts began racing through my mind.

She stammered, but didn't stop playing with her sopping mound. "No, I... I saw the Title, Naughty Wives - and tried previewing it. I don't know how to work the remote, I guess I ordered it accidentally."

I believed her, but teased her regardless, "Uh huh. Sure you did babe."

She blushed, temporarily closing her legs momentarily in embarrassment. "I'm serious..." she whined.

I said nothing, but approached her on the bed.

Vanessa's pussy looked divine, dampening and plump as her delicate fingers massaged her clit. I instinctively crawled towards her sex face first. She saw my intent and sexily opened her legs further, removing her hand.

I began smothering her naughty bits with kisses, up her inner thigh, around her mound, and eventually planting deep and passionate ones directly on her swollen clit. She moaned immediately in response, grabbing my head and hair as I licked her. I couldn't help but noticed how incredibly wet she was.

I glanced up to see her eyes fixated on the television, the moans of the the woman in the movie echoing from behind me. I removed my mouth to catch a breath, "Well? Do you like the movie?" I asked, somehow hoping she did.

She nodded, and bit her lip, speaking in her sexy voice, "It's crazy, but I do. I've never seen a black one before."

Her admission sent my blood pressure through the roof, and I couldn't help but further spur her arousal.

"I bet you Mark's even bigger than that." I don't know why I said it.

She clutched into my hair, moaning deeply.

I kissed her clit again, continuing "You can admit you find him attractive, it doesn't bother me."

"Mike, stoppp..." she whined, but clearly liked the direction I was going with this dirty talk.

I shuffled up on my knees, and plopped my throbbing dick against her mound - entering her with ease.

She began moaning immediately, louder than I had heard her in many years. In a moment of drunken arousal, I admitted it to her - again. "You know that I fantasize about you with a bigger man, right?"

Vanessa clawed into my shoulders as I fucked her, "Oh god Mike! Keep fucking me!"

My newfound arousal combined with the drinks down at the bar had removed my typical filter.

"Oh I will baby, and when I'm done I'm gonna call Mark up here for his turn."

Her eyes began to glaze, and I could sense a powerful orgasm brewing in her. I pushed her over the edge with my words, "I'll sit right there on that chair, and watch as he pounds you with that big cock of his. I know you want it Vanessa!"

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her body began to convulse, I had only seen her cum like this once or twice in our many years together. She bucked hard, moaning in pleasure. I looked down at her and came immediately. The lust, her beauty, and the admission of my cuckold fantasy was too much to bear.

We clutched at each other as our bodies shook into post-orgasm relaxation. I looked at her, and her at me - we kissed passionately, and both soon fell into a deep slumber.

We awoke late the following day, eventually heading down to the lobby for brunch. We both seemed be to gathering our thoughts on the evening until we finally sat down to eat. I looked across at her, she was as beautiful as ever, using her fork to delicately organize the eggs and bacon on her plate. Just as I was about to speak, she did.

"Were you serious about what you said last night?"

I was immediately excited to revisit the admission, and I spoke honestly to my wife, despite some embarrassment. "Yeah... I mean it's not something I think about all the time, but the thought of it does turn me on."

She blushed, speaking quietly so as to not have others near us hear. "You're all I need Mike. I can't believe you're such a perv." She said it jokingly, and she smiled more - still blushing. She spoke those words, but the look on her face indicated that at least the thought of it aroused her as well, and that did nothing but inspire me.

I matched her hushed tone, "I know I am babe, but it's just a kinky fantasy." I paused, "I guess hearing Mark admit to... what he does. I don't know, it breathed some life into it."

Her face turned flush, and I pressed her. "Would you fuck him?"

She played with more bacon on her plate, "Mike..."

"Judgement free zone Vanessa, I know you find him attractive."

"Yes, he's attractive - but we are married Mike - so no, of course I wouldn't fuck him."

"Of course we're married, and we're always going to be married."

I paused, and decided to paint an erotic picture to gauge her reaction.

I spoke in a lighthearted, mater of fact tone.

"We are at the bar tonight, Mark's there. We have a few drinks, you flirt with him a bit like you did last night. We go up to the room, the three of us. We strip you down, and he fucks you with that big cock of his. I watch - probably jerk off because I'll be so insanely turned on. Then we go to sleep, never see him again, and wake up knowing we had some kinky fun on a vacation one time."

She dropped her fork and it clashed loudly against her breakfast plate, causing some people to glance over at us. Vanessa's face was flush and her eyes wide. "Okay Mike, that's enough." she spoke in a whisper - and I decided it best left alone for the rest of the meal.

She refused to speak of it for the rest of the morning, and after a nap we eventually decided to head back down to the beach.

This time we didn't stop to lay down our blanket, and continued walking along the shore, soaking in the lovely day. I kept glancing at her, making knowing faces, causing her to blush. We had never had a conversation like we did that morning, and I desperately wanted to revisit it.

We had been walking for quite awhile when we approached a gathering of trees, and a sign. 'Clothing Optional Beyond This Point - No Phones - No Cameras'

Vanessa looked over at me, shrugging playfully. "Might as well, seems to be that kind of vacation." On a whim we continued through the brush. At first it wasn't noticeably different than the portion of the beach that we had just left. We continued strolling, some couples fully suited, swimming in the ocean. We walked past an older Hispanic man, nude - with a small penis and a large gut. I saw Vanessa quickly avert her eyes. Then we soon ran into a slightly younger couple who were also nude, and not unattractive - but we both avoided staring. I had never been on a nude beach before and it somehow felt surprisingly normal, even relaxing after a time. That is, until I saw Mark.

Vanessa stopped dead in her tracks, frozen, seemingly caught in a bad joke. I too, was kind of shocked by the chances of the encounter, having no idea Mark would be here, not even having the thought cross my mind. Suddenly I remembered him heading in this direction after our beach run-in the other day.

He was walking over to us, entirely nude except for a towel draped over his shoulder - his massive cock was swaying below his waist as he strode. We stood there like idiots, unsure how to react. I quickly tried to gather myself as he approached. He smiled, greeting us. "Hey there guys. Surprised to see you at this end of the beach."

His cock was obscene, massively thick and long, with a huge set of balls. I had never seen anything like it, and I quickly averted my eyes - finding words, fighting through the awkwardness of the encounter. "Yeah, it was kind of a spur of the moment decision. Carefree vacation mode and all." I vomited out a reply without coherency.

"First time on a nude beach?" He offered, to both of us. I quickly replied, "Yeah - not many in Ohio as I'm sure you know."

"Vanessa's idea?" He spoke, smiling at her. To my horror I noticed that my wife's eyes were locked on his manhood, Mark noticed as well.

She didn't even realize that she'd been asked a question, My terror turned to amused arousal as I tried to snap her out of her trance, "Well babe, was it your idea?"

Vanessa suddenly realized that she had been caught staring, her face once again blushing a deep shade of red. She put her hand up to her mouth. "Oh my god. How embarrassing."

Mark calmly assuaged her. He seemed to realize that we were out of our element. "No worries, I'm used to that." He chuckled as he removed the tower from his shoulder, and began draping it around his waist to cover up. The damage, however, was already done.

Vanessa continued to blush, stuttering, "I... I've just never - seen one that big."

My blood pressure skyrocketed, and I was unsure of how to interject in the conversation, or whether I should at all. I couldn't believe my eyes, or my ears. My wife openly admitting to this man that he was larger than me, clearly much larger than me - aroused me to no end.

"No problem at all, it's not the first time I've heard that." He smiled wide, clearly proud. "I'm actually gonna head back to my room, been out here baking in the sun way too long today. I don't suppose you two would want to meet for a drink later?"

I looked at Vanessa, wondering just how much shame she might be feeling right now. I almost felt bad for her, but I realize it ultimately wasn't a big deal. "Babe? We didn't have any plans."

She nodded slowly, coming to her senses but probably not even hearing my question, "Sure." she said.

"Great, I'll see you guys at the bar." Mark replied, and quickly walked off.

Vanessa stood frozen for a moment, seemingly with her mind blown. We looked and each other, saying nothing, and eventually turned to head back to the hotel. We were both silent the entire walk back to our room. Once we were finally inside Vanessa began to undress, for a moment I thought she was feeling intensely horny from the big cock sighting, possibly wanting to jump on me to quench her thirst. She walked up to me, kissing me deeply, but then she quickly made a move into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

I stood there dumbfounded, wanting to hear her thoughts on the afternoon, on the bizarre and arousing encounter at the beach. But the only sound I heard was the showing turning on. Just as I was about to go take a seat on the bed the door re-opened. I saw Vanessa's head pop out.

"Babe... Why don't you head down to the convenience store and buy some condoms. Magnums please. I'm gonna start getting ready for tonight." She closed the door behind her again.

My mind exploded, and I stood still for a moment. When her words registered with my brain I rushed to the bathroom door smashing it open. Vanessa was naked, heavy tits hanging with one leg on the counter, shaving her legs.

"You're going to fuck him?" I asked, breathing heavily, panicked, stunned, aroused.

She glanced over at me, calmly. "Of course not silly, but I want to make sure we aren't being irresponsible in-case something stupid happens tonight. I'm not on the pill right now."

I was confused, lost in a maze of perverted arousal, "I don't understand. You know I don't fit into Magnums." I recalled one of the first times Vanessa and I made love, me naively thinking I could use one of my roommates Magnum condoms. I assumed it would fit fine despite its larger size. However my dick went swimming in it, and it wouldn't work for sex.

She replied, huskily. "I know you don't."

I continued to be at a loss, asking again. "I don't understand. If you're not going to fuck him, and I don't fit into them... Why do we need them?"

She pulled her leg down from the sink, turning to me. She leaned in, kissing me sexily, breasts mashing against my chest. She reached for my trunks, massaging my hardening dick beneath the fabric.

"I just want to have some large condoms on hand, in case." She kissed me again, this time tantalizingly on my neck.

"In case what?" I managed.

She was toying with me. I hated it, and I loved it. She spoke again, looking at me with sex in her eyes, "Are you going to get them?" was all she said.

In a trance, I nodded.

A couple hours later my wife and I were headed down to the hotel lobby. Vanessa looked absolutely divine in a tightly fitted green dress, her brown hair cascading down to her shoulders. She was glowing with sexual energy. As for myself, I was filled with a more nervous energy. I was enamored with my wife's condom teasing earlier in the afternoon. There were a thousand butterflies in my stomach as I wondered where the night might lead us. We had a light meal and headed over to our typical spot at the hotel bar, for whatever reason it was quieter than usual on this particular evening.

We ordered a couple glasses of wine and sat, simply regarding one another. Few words were spoken. I would graze her ear and fix an earring, and she would rest her hand on my knee, smiling sexily. We would lean in and steal the occasional kiss, and my eyes would linger on her cleavage, lightly glittered from moisturizer. It wasn't long before he arrived.

Mark was wearing beige slacks and a snug dress shirt, he immediately pulled up a chair next to me.

"Evening." He greeted us with a smile.

"Good evening." Vanessa spoke sweetly.

He quickly ordered a drink, and made sure to tell the bartender that we were on his tab tonight. I tried to stop him but he wouldn't have it. "It's the least I can do after the embarrassment I caused on the beach."

"Nonsense." I replied, "Serves us right for exploring in places we shouldn't have."

The conversation flowed naturally, despite the nude encounter earlier in the day. It wasn't long before we were all a bit tipsy, and I couldn't help but notice the lingering stares between Mark and my wife. An hour passed and the three of us were laughing and having a good time. Sexual energy was present in the room, and my mind continued to wonder about the possibilities for the end of the evening.

Mark received a phone call, and it was apparently his wife. "Yeah babe." He replied, and stood from his chair, pacing near the bar in a conversation with her. I leaned in for a kiss with Vanessa, who smiled back at me with lively eyes.

"Are you having a good time?" I asked, implying more, somehow.

She nodded.

"She wants to talk to you." Mark suddenly reappeared, phone in hand - directed towards Vanessa.

"Huh?... Me?" My wife awkwardly replied.

"She probably wants to embarrass me. Here, talk to her." He handed the phone to my wife, and took a seat, this time next to her.

My wife's face began to turn red, "Hi! This is Vanessa."

Her answers were all rather short, as if she was answering a session of rapid fire questions from Marks wife.

"Yeah." A laugh. "Yeah." Another laugh. The appearance of a deep blush, and a quiet gasp.

Her voice became rather hushed on occasion. "No." "Yeah." "I can't believe you're asking me that!" More laughing.

She glanced up at me, "He does, actually."

I was dying to know what they were talking about. I glanced down to noticed my wife adjusting her legs in her chair, her eyes now appeared somehow aroused, and my confusion was at an all time high.

"I don't know." A nod. "Yeah I know." "Alright, well - It was really nice to talk to you!"

"I will. Thank you."

Her face was beet red as she handed the phone back to Mark.

"Well, did she embarrass me?" Mark inquired quietly, joking.

Vanessa was stammering to find the words, "Um... Not exactly. She was actually very complimentary of you." She took a sip of her drink as she said it.

Mark laughed, pulling the phone up to his ear and began pacing again, finishing up his conversation with her.

"What did she say?" I asked of my wife in a hushed voice.

"You don't wanna know." She replied.

"I do, actually."

She looked right at me, "She was bragging about him, his endowment. She was trying to encourage us to go back to his room tonight. She was trying to encourage me to cuckold you."

I nearly dropped my glass, time freezing, fantasy further creeping into the reality of this vacation - and right when I was about to reply Mark sat back down next to Vanessa.

"Sorry about her, she's a loose cannon that one." He offered.

"No, she was very nice." Vanessa's tone was innocent in her reply.

Mark looked across at me this time, excitement in his eyes. "Is it true that you're actually keen on the idea, Mike?"

The earth seemed to stop spinning as I pieced together what was discussed on the phone a moment ago. I glanced at Vanessa who's face was bright red and eyes wide.

I didn't know how to reply, so I took a deep breath, and a long sip of wine, really searching for the right words.

"In theory." I managed.

Mark smiled, "Most men are, really. Most are also afraid to admit it - to themselves, to their wives."

Vanessa was nearly shaking with nervous excitement, and Mark decided to help her relax by placing his hand on her thigh.

"Here." He adjusted his seated position, moving slightly to face more towards Vanessa. "This is a little test I do with new couples. May I?" Mark gently reached for Vanessa's hand.

Vanessa's face was crimson, but she delicately laid her palm into his. I later learned that Vanessa already knew what he was going to attempt, his wife having told her during their bizarre conversation. I was locked in a trance, a strange feeling present in my stomach, an aroused one in my loins.

"Stop me at any time if this isn't working for either one of you." Mark somehow seemed extra genuine with the comment.

I looked on in aroused horror as he deftly placed it right onto what at first appeared to be his upper thigh. However I quickly noticed the bulge running down his pant leg. My wife's hand was on his cock!

Vanessa reached up to cover her mouth with her free hand, seemingly in shock. After years of fantasizing about such a perverted scene, to finally see it - it wreaked havoc on my mind. But I was immediately aroused.

I quickly shot down a huge gulp of wine whilst glancing around the bar. I was relieved to see no one else on our side of the counter, Mark probably having already noticed that.

He calmly removed his hand from hers, speaking softly. "Just leave it there Vanessa, explore it while you enjoy your drink."

"My god." My wife let the words out in a whisper. "I can't believe I'm doing this."

"Bah, it's just a little fun on your vacation. Right Mike?" He looked in my direction to gauge my reaction.

"No harm at all." I managed, somehow. I continued to look as my wife's small hand slowly moved up and down the length of his concealed cock, gently grasping at his thickness through his thin pants.

"Have you ever felt one that big?" Mark offered, calmly.

Vanessa's blush deepened, but she managed a reply, "God no."

We all sat in a totally delirious trance of lust and heightened arousal as my wife explored his manhood.

After a few minutes of heavy breathing and high blood pressure Mark offered, "Seems like you're both enjoying this."

Vanessa looked at me with worried, lustful eyes.

"Mark, why don't you give us one minute to talk." I spoke.

"Certainly." He stood, seemingly unconcerned with the massive tent in his pants as he headed to the restroom.

"Do you want to go up to his room?" I asked, anxious, panicked, hopeful.

"Oh god Mike what are we doing?" was her reply.

I leaned in and kissed her. "We have been married for years Vanessa. We love each other and we are just spicing things up on a vacation - it's completely normal, and incredibly exciting."