Sherry's Awakening

A SLUT REBORN

We were 36 yrs old and acted 56.

Don't get me wrong, our lives were good, even great. The only two children we had, Dana and Denise, were twins and planning on moving to the dorm at college this year. The last eighteen years had been good to all of us. I was the regional vice president of a large multinational corporation and we lived well, with enough money to do what we wanted. One of the luxuries we enjoyed was to have Sherry be a stay at home Mom. So she could, and did, and we all reaped the benefits of it.

Young to be in my position, I had accomplished it with ease, through the over abundance of brains allocated to me at birth, through no fault of my own. But you know what they say about us brainy types. Along with the smarts comes a healthy sex drive. In my case certainly true, I did have a strong libido. Not so my lady, as the girls grew up, things had slowed down in our bedroom.

One of the things that gave me hope for the near future was the girls were going to be out of the house and in college. I knew they wanted to get out from under our parental rules and spread their wings. Their mother kept a close eye on them, not stifling, but watchfully always there. If they had known what her sex life was like at eighteen they would have been shocked and more than a little empowered in their own experimentation with sex. When we were at their age we were really just starting our lives together, and we were insatiable. We made love constantly, everywhere, and with great delight no holds barred. Both of us were inventive in our lovemaking; we had some wild times.

Even though we married early and got pregnant quickly, our lusty love was so strong nothing seemed to slow us down. While Sherry was big and preggers, I delighted in her heavy breasts, spooning behind her, and caressing her swollen belly, as I stroked my cock inside her. She breastfed the twins, and for months I took my share of her mothers milk. She loved to have me nursing with the kids, and was constantly turned on by it, her nipples very sensitive and sending streaks of desire, straight through her to her pussy. Me, I was in heaven. We were young, in love, and drenched in plain old physical lust.

The girls, our babies, cemented our love, and made it stronger. Together we raised them from toddlers to teens. I stayed involved as much as it was possible to be when I wasn't working. The change came slowly over the years, as the girls grew and got older. Sherry became Mom. And Mom wasn't the sexual dynamo Sherry used to be. Sex, although Sherry was always willing, became a duty, almost unimportant to her. She was not the firecracker I married. It was like she left herself, her needs and desires, to become just Mom.

The girls were happy, healthy, athletic, beautiful young ladies. Sherry was vibrantly alive, very happy, but tuned down sexually a notch to me. How could I not be happy too, we had a wonderful family. I had a beautiful, fit, lovable wife, who loved me, but I wanted my lusty wife back. The one I married. The thought of cheating, leaving my family, my wife, never crossed my mind. Doing something to light the fire back in my bride did. I spent considerable time researching and came up with a place and a plan. When the girls were safely in school, I would treat Sherry to a special vacation.

Dana came bouncing into our bedroom and said, "Come on you guys, we need to get on the road." And promptly turned and yelled at her sister to hurry.

Sherry was packing the last of our things for our one night stay in their college town. We were taking them to the dorm for school. She looked at me and grinned, "That girl will be up on her toes when she's 50 yrs old I swear."

It was true. Both girls were a bundle of energy but Dana was the runner. She was never still. Denise, less gregarious, would look at her with exasperation sometimes as Dana would demand her participation, but would always acquiesce, go along, as is the way with twins. They were, for the differences in their natures, very close to each other, virtually inseparable. That gave Sherry and I a lot of confidence in their combined strength, to deal initially with whatever trials they might face away from home. If more were needed, it wouldn't take me long, and I could be by their sides.

They were growing up into young women, but it was hard to let go. We've always been a close knit family, and this would be the first time for them to be away from us, for any length of time. There was always the phone, and sure it would be used, but it's not like being there, immediately, in person during crisis.

Now it was Denise's turn. "Mom, Dad, you ready to go?" she said with a soft smile, looking at her Mom first, then at me.

Sherry looked at her and grinned, "The evil munchkin sent you didn't she?"

Denise laughed. "Come on, give me a bag. If we don't show soon, she may leave without us."

I put my arms around her laughing with her, "Don't let her wear you out kiddo. You're going to be the only brake she has at school, you know that?"

Denise hugged me tightly. "I know Dad, and that scares me just a little bit. It's not like she's going to do anything really radical, but God, .....sometimes!"

From the front of the house came an enthusiastic whistle. "Come on slow pokes! We're going to be late!"

Sherry started shooing us out the door. "Guess we better get in gear. The train's loading and the conductor is anxious."

We got the girls settled in their dorm. There were no dry eyes when we left, mine included. In typical Dana fashion, she launched herself at me, wrapping her body around me in a tight hug. Her lips found mine in a quick, hard kiss and then pressed her face to the side of mine.

"I love you Daddy," she whispered.

"I know you do baby, I love you too." I released her to her Mama as Denise came to me and hugged me. She kissed me as we exchanged tearful goodbyes. We wouldn't see our girls until the first holiday, that they could come home on. But I suspected we'd be making some trips up for weekend dinner parties too.

They turned and ran, all smiles again, anticipating what was ahead of them. We headed for the car to get ourselves sorted out for the evening. In the car, Sherry snuggled up close, and put her arms around me. "They'll be all right won't they John? I didn't like all the boys staying in the same dorm with them."

"Babe, they've at least put them on separate floors. And they've got, what do they call them, monitors?" My daughters have been young women for some time now. Noticing their full breasts and taut bodies as they hugged me was always a sweet torture; for the lust I felt, and the guilt it brought.

Sherry snorted, "Like that's going to make a big difference. Stairwells are just stationary exercise machines at their age. Gives them a good excuse to be on them. And I bet you right now you could find a way around the monitors easy enough."

I grinned picturing the trouble I could get in with that setup. "Well, they are on the pill, and we know they are sexually active. It's gonna happen no matter the living arrangements. We just gotta trust their judgment, and hope for the best. You know how many times I've heard an old guy say he was surprised, now that he lived through the things he did in his youth? We all have to live through those years."

"I know," Sherry sighed. "I just wish I could be a fly on the wall sometimes."

"No you don't," I laughed. "They would catch you, stick you in a jar, throw a pillowcase over it, and call me. They don't need Mom right now."

We checked into the motel for the night and went to find a good restaurant to have supper. I bought a good bottle of red wine to go with the pasta we ordered, and we finished it with our meal. We were in a college town full of beautiful girls, by the time we reached the room I was horny, and as usual Sherry was not. She fell asleep quickly, and I was left to molest myself. I couldn't help but play with her beautiful breasts, and she wiggled closer back against me, and slept on. Boy, I really needed to relight the fire I knew was in her...... and like I said, I had a plan.

The next morning I woke to Sherry stroking my morning wood, and chewing on my ear. I couldn't remember the last time she woke me up like this. She lifted a leg over me, and settled herself down on me to the hilt.

"Well, this is more like it," I said with a big grin.

"I know you were wanting me last night, but I just couldn't stay awake. Too much wine I think." We moved together in the age old rhythm, and came soon after. Nothing earth shaking, but at least satisfying.

Sherry kept me inside her, and lay on my chest as I hugged her. "I'm really looking forward to our trip babe," I said. "The short cruise out to the island, then two weeks of fun in the sun with other like minded couples."

"It's the like minded couples I'm not clear about," Sherry said. "What's that mean anyway?"

"Well, mostly carefree, maybe a little nudity on the beaches.....stuff like that," I said. "I'm kind of looking forward to seeing you on the beach topless sweetie. We might even make love in the sun."

This was the first time I had even hinted about a more risqué than normal vacation. I held my breath to see what would come next.

Sherry scrunched up her nose at me. "Topless? Really? Me?"

"Babe! You still have pretty much the same hard body you had in your twenties. I can't wait to act like we're twenty years old again." We both had kept up with ourselves physically. To keep up with our athletic girls, and not feel left out, we had had to.

"But my boobs sag," Sherry said.

"Baloney. What little sag those melons have only accents their loveliness. I think you know that too. Your tits are still very fine."

Sherry did know that. She could look in the mirror, and still be very pleased with the way her body looked. It still felt good to hear John say it though. A small smile played on her lips. "If I go topless, what will you do?"

"Why babe, of course, I'll go topless with you," I said laughing.

Sherry bit his ear, pinched a nipple and squeezed him tightly.

"Okay, we'll figure something out," I breathed. "If you want to see a nude beach, then we'll go see a nude beach."

"We'll see," Sherry said, shaking her head with a grin.

I was feeling better about this all the time. It seemed maybe Mama and her inhibitions, were easing into the background, with us being away from home.

We got off the cruise ship and gawked at the island. White sand beaches as far as you could see, palm trees and bikinis everywhere. The breeze off the ocean was cool in our faces, as we carried our bags to the taxi stand.

"I thought you said the beaches here were nude or topless," Sherry said looking around.

"What are you looking for dear?" I said with a smirk.

Sherry punched my arm lightly and said, "Well?"

"These are the public beaches," I said. "The ones we're going to, are on the other side of the island, where the resorts and their private beaches are at are clothing optional I think."

We made it to the resort, rescued our bags, paid off the cabbie and once again stood gawking. It was gorgeous but it was immediately apparent, that this resort was not normal. It faced the beach, so the driveway deposited us seaside, with a view of the wide expanse of white sand, dotted with umbrellas and people. The wait staff were, to a person, young and attractive, and clothed in thongs, period. The girls breasts were unfettered, and the boys bulges very noticeable.

Sherry turned to look at me wide-eyed. I grinned at her, shrugged my shoulders and said, "Come on, let's go check in."

I wanted to get her involved as quickly as possible, stave off the doubts. I still didn't know for sure whether I was going to get by with this.

The front desk clerk was all smiles. "You made it, on time too. That's good, because the massages you ordered, will be ready for you in about an hour."

I winked at the little smile playing on my mates face and turned to take care of the paperwork. Moments later I was tipping the bellboy, whose package was large and very noticeable, and we were in the room.

Sherry most definitely checked out the boys stuff, and gazed appreciatively at the bare, tanned butt receding as the door closed. She turned to me squinting her eyes interrogatively. "Just how did you find this place? And what is it supposed to be? I'd say it was carefree all right." Once again the small smile, as she shook her head.

"It was touted as a 60's type, free love atmosphere, where nudity was welcome, and was targeted for married couples. I really thought we'd fit right in." I held open my arms. "Let's get a shower and go get a massage."

Sherry came into my arms and I kissed her. We weren't used to midday romance, hadn't been for a long time. "You know," I said. "I could get used to this." I gripped her butt and pulled her into me. The plan was to get her as worked up as I could and leave her hanging. I wanted her sexually frustrated. I played with her ass, bit her neck and up in her ear. Her nipples, her ears and the cheeks of her ass were her hot points. I played with her hot buttons and just in general enjoyed myself for a bit.

Sherry moaned softly and melted against me. I pulled my head back, looked down at her and kissed her on the nose. "We'd better get that shower." Bad boy, I know, but she had a reward coming she knew nothing about.

The shower, was like the room itself, huge and very, very nice. Slabs of granite made the shower walls, for a walk in shower, with no door. We turned all the spigots on, and were soon inundated with a warm spray from all sides.

"Oh, this is so nice," Sherry said. "The hours getting here left me wanting a shower so badly."

"Wait until salt water dries on your skin. That's why they have the fresh water open showers on the beach. It helps to keep you clean of the salt. Here let me wash your back."

Once again, I went to work on her. As I lathered her up and massaged her shoulders down to her perfect little butt, I continued to ramp her arousal up. "Put your hands up on the wall sweetie, so I can push against you and scrub you down."

"Oh alright, but it's not like you have a layer of dirt to get off." Sherry knew I was playing with her. Like always, she was willing. She braced herself to the wall, with the spray falling over us both, and it made that delectable little butt stick out invitingly.

I continued to lather her, down her back, over her butt and back up. I stepped a little sideways to her, and slid my palm over her buttocks, squeezing them, and sliding my middle finger into her crack.

"I love the way you touch me," Sherry crooned and pushed her butt out into my hand. Leaving one hand planted up on the wall, she reached back with the other, and grabbed my hard dick, as she continued her spread apart pose. It was all I could do to stay with my internal script and not ravish her. But I wanted her unsatisfied and horny when she went to the masseuse.

My finger washed her butt crack thoroughly and invaded her little brown hole easily. I went in and out just an inch or so quickly and she giggled, her head hanging down. Another quick squeeze of her firm butt cheeks, and I ran my soapy palm down again, across an already salivating pussy. My finger slid easily in, and I buried it in her. She squealed lightly as I hooked it, and dragged it slowly, back through her delicious fuckbox. My thumb was just right to plunge into her pucker, so I did and had her captured front and back. With my thumb in her rear and my finger in her pussy, I moved them easily, pinching them lightly together, with nothing but her skin walls separating them, stroking them in and out. For me the feeling was exquisite, as I plundered her. I could only imagine how Sherry was feeling. She began to pant, her hand on my dick, about to tear it off, and I knew it was time to go.

"Did you hear that?" I asked.

"What?" Sherry said.

"I'm sure I heard the phone," I said. "It's probably them reminding us of the massage appointment."

I started out of the shower as Sherry sighed. "We're coming back to the room before we go to the beach," she said. "You've got me so horny, I'm gonna jump your bones mister."

I loved hearing that. Mission accomplished. I grinned hugely as I walked away from her into the living room. Damn .... middle of the day ... she was beginning to sound like my girl.

I hurried to pick up the phone and as she rounded the corner, carried on a conversation with the dial tone. "Yeah, yeah," I said. "We're almost ready, we'll be right there."

"Front desk, babe. I guess it's time for the massage." We hurried around, playing with each other, grabbing dick, breasts, butts and finally headed out the door.

We asked a maid, wearing the obligatory thong with her breast shining, for the massage rooms. She gave us a big smile and directed us towards the rear where the workout room were. She winked lasciviously at us and strode off.

Sherry said, "What was that about?"

I just shrugged my shoulders, shook my head, grabbed her hand and took off.

We found the large room without any trouble and approached the desk where an attendant sat. His tanned musculature was all you could see as his thong was below desk height, making him look naked. I suspected we were going to be seeing a lot of "naked" before our vacation was over.

The attendant said, "Well, you're a little early, but I think we're good, and I can get you in anyway." He took our room number, tapped it in his computer, and directed Sherry to one room and me to another. I gave Sherry a quick kiss and we parted.

As I came into the room, the attendant was facing away from me so all I saw was a brown body with a thin white string, in beautiful contrast to her tan, the string around her waist and then down splitting her ass.

She turned around and I couldn't help but stare. She had absolutely delicious breasts that reminded me of Sherry's, the only sag to the large orbs, a compliment to their beauty.

She smiled and said, "We're getting the full treatment, right?"

"Oh yeah, absolutely," I said blushing like a kid caught staring at his teacher's boobs. Been there, done that.

She said, "My name is Lonnie and I'll be the primary masseuse today. We may get some help in here later. Why don't you disrobe and climb up here face down to start with. Can I just leave the cover up towel off your butt? It's much easier, on me anyway."

"Sure, no problem." I was going to give her all the liberties she wanted anyway. The picture I snapped as she turned and her tits swung into view was imprinted on my mind's eye now and would be in my memory forever I thought. God, she was a good looking woman.

The table had a u shaped hole at the head, to lay your face in, so you could comfortably lay straight on your belly, face down. As I climbed up and lay down, I kept stealing glances at her fabulous body, and my rapidly, rising hardon was lucky to be hidden against the table.

I raised my head, on the pretext of talking to her, with a side benefit of getting my eyes full of the luscious creature. "What kind of oil is that?" I asked. Like I'd know the difference between them. "It smells really good."

She turned back toward me, the luscious ass swinging away, the stiff nipples bobbing to the forefront. She smiled again. "It's a special blend, made here on the island, just for us. We really like it and I'm glad you like the way it smells. You'll love the way it feels. Now, face down, I'm going to start on your arms, neck and shoulders."

With my head down I could feel her brush up against my head as she moved her quick, dexterous hands over my body, spreading oil, working it in. It was a few minutes before I realized, my head was right below her waist height. That must be her pussy brushing against the top of my head. My dick just got harder.