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After being married to Phil for 15 years I know what to expect on holiday. He'll get pissed. Most of the year he just goes out at the weekends, gets drunk with the lads and that's it. Holidays he starts at lunchtime and carries on until he falls asleep which is usually early evening. Last year rather than a beach holiday with all the bars and hotels I decided to book a cottage in France. About half a mile outside a small town, two cottages sharing a swimming pool in the gardens. The other cottage was unoccupied and we, or more precisely, I had the pool to myself. Surrounded by trees and a wall it was very private and I decided to sunbathe nude. Phil had discovered a bar in the local town and wondered down at lunchtime returning in the evening, a bite to eat a few more drinks and he was out cold for the night. Frustrating as the hot sun makes me randy. No cock, just my fingers or one of my vibrators and my imagination.
The first week passed and I was getting a nice all over tan. I shaved my pussy before the holiday and even between my legs was getting brown. I'd found swimming and sunbathing nude liberating. I've always had a bit of a thing about outdoor sex, something Phil refused to do and had taken to laying on the lounger playing with myself. By the middle of the week I was taking my vibrator with me, having long leisurely wanks, confident I wouldn't be disturbed. Phil had gone to the bar, it was the end of our first week, late on the Saturday afternoon and I was laid on a lounger by the pool. I'd just rubbed sun oil on, finishing with my pussy. Rubbing the oil between my legs, my pussy had moistened. It felt nice so, I shut my eyes, and continued fingering my hole. Masturbating in the open air, imagining I was being fucked, feeling very naughty, isn't something I'd normally do, but this holiday I was making the most of the chance. My pussy was quickly soaking, my fingers drenched in cunt honey, slipping in and out, teasing my clitty. I needed more than my fingers and took my vibrator from the bag, switched it on, holding it against my clit, before pushing in my pussy. Just what I wanted, I started moaning, writhing on the vibrating pretend prick, really letting myself go, climaxing loudly, before slumping on the lounger, vibrator still humming in my pussy, feeling well satisfied.
It must have been only seconds after I came that the gate to the pool area opened noisily. My eyes shot open, as a male voice called “Are you all right? We heard a noise” A look of concern on their faces, turning to shock as they saw the vibrator in my cunt and realised that the sounds they'd heard were me masturbating and cumming. I don't think I've ever been so embarrassed in my life. I felt myself blush as I sat up, belatedly realising I still had the vibe stuffed in my pussy, as I frantically looked for my bikini pants, the vibrator, slipping from my pussy, humming on the ground. With all the dignity I could muster, I put my pants on before asking who they were.
They apologised for making me jump and introduced themselves, Rob and Mac. I made an embarrassed joke about them catching me, laughing it off. Sitting chatting I found they had rented the other cottage, just the two of them and were on a cycling holiday, intending to do parts of the routes used by the Tour de France locally. After about half an hour they got up to finish unpacking and unloading their bikes, remarking that they would be out most days hinting that I would be OK sunbathing nude. I went to our cottage a few minutes later and changed into some shorts and T shirt, made three mugs of tea. I was about to take them over when I decided to take my T shirt off. I felt very daring, my tits swaying gently as I walked over topless, talking as the checked their bikes, feeling slightly disappointed that they seemed more interested in their bikes than my tits. I began to wonder, two blokes together, if they were gay, reinforced by the fact that they weren't staring at my tits. I'd had a good look at them, both mid twenties, around 6 feet tall, very fit looking, both wearing tight cycling shorts, clinging to their bums and, I couldn't help notice, outlining their cocks.
I was still feeling horny from the afternoon, partly because I knew they'd seen me masturbating, and really needed a good shag. Phil would be a waste of time, I was expecting him back, probably drunk so not much chance. I didn't tell him what had happened and even if I had he probably would have forgotten by the morning. He had something to eat, two or three drinks then staggered off to bed. I sat trying to read but my mind kept wandering, thinking about Rob and Mac, imagining them fucking me. My pussy got wet and I slipped my panties off, fingering myself. I could see my reflection in the mirror as I wanked. I took in my body, my tits are still a firm 34c, pert with hard little nipples, my legs and bum trim, although I'm almost 40. I’d never been unfaithful to Phil, and began to wonder if I had the chance would or could I take it.
The next morning I saw them getting ready to go cycling and went out to chat, just wearing a thin cotton wrap. I knew that in the bright sunlight it was see through and they would be able to see I was naked underneath. Just to make sure, before I went out I loosened the tie, so the front hung open, partially revealing my tits and with each step the wrap parted, exposing my pussy. I was still wondering if they they might me gay, but was gratified to see their eyes following me and I'm pretty sure, the bulges in their shorts growing before they got on the bikes. I watched them ride off, then showered before going to sit by the pool waiting for Phil to leave. As soon as he'd gone I took off my bikini, and lay with my legs open, daydreaming as I stroked my pussy, trying to pluck up the courage to offer myself to Rob or Mac or perhaps both. I tried to think of a way to contrive a situation to make it obvious I was available and willing to have sex with them, without looking to much of a slut.
I still hadn't really come up with a plan when they returned about 2 hours later, much sooner than I'd expected. I was by the pool when Rob appeared. I forced myself to leave my legs open so he got a good eyeful of my cunt as he hurried over. Mac had fallen from his bike and cut and grazed his leg and could I help. Without thinking I got up and followed him into the cottage completely naked. Mac was in his room laid on his front, his top off, shorts, ripped to shreds, his thigh and bum, both grazed. Sheepishly, Rob explained that the grazing needed cleaning and he didn't want to touch Mac's arse and would I mind doing it. I had a look in the first aid kit, found the scissors and cut up the sides of his shorts and pulled them away. The cuts and bruises weren't actually to bad but I made a show of cleaning them up then told him to roll over. I'd already noticed that they both shaved their legs (cyclists shave because it is more hygienic if they fall they told me), as he rolled over revealing his cock balls were also smoothly shaved. Quite distracting, trying to clean him, thinking how sexy it looked, whilst wondering what his shaved cock would be like in my smooth pussy. My hand was almost touching his prick and it started to stiffen. Rob muttered “I'll leave you to it” and left the room. I looked up at Mac “How are you feeling?” I asked. “A bit stiff” he replied, then realising what he'd said “I mean....” Before he finished I took his prick in my hand. “I think I can see what's stiff. A massage should help” It was to much to resist, his growing prick, 7 or 7 ? inches of hard cock. I felt confident, in charge and determined to suck his cock, for starters.
I started slowly wanking his cock, squeezing it gently, spreading the clear liquid oozing from the tip over the knob end. I bent forward, being careful of his leg, massaging his balls, then kissed them before sucking them, his hard cock touching my face. I stuck my tongue out and licked the underside of his prick from base to tip, then ran the tip of my tongue around the helmet, slowly licking to the eye savouring the taste of the clear liquid. I took his cock between my lips, just the glans sucking and nibbling, teasing his cock into my mouth. I sucked harder, taking more than half his length, bobbing my head up and down his prick. He gave a quiet groan, moving his hips to meet my mouth, as if fucking my face. I glanced up at him, his eyes screwed shut, mouth open, another groan. I sucked harder, moving faster, I felt his hands holding my head still, then “Don't stop. I'm going to cum” I heard a sound, Rob fresh from the shower, towel around his waist, his cock hard, standing next to the bed watching. He'd returned just in time, Mac gave a thrust and his spunk exploded from his cock into my mouth, three hard spurts of tasty young cock milk. It tasted completely different to Phils spunk, sweet instead of bitter, much more pleasant to take in my mouth and swallow.
I was on heat and needed satisfying, my pussy juices, running down my thighs, I needed fucking. I was kneeling on the bed, bum in the air, Rob standing near me. I reached for the towel and pulled it off and grabbed hold of his prick. Not as long as Mac's, but much fatter. “Don't just stand there. I want your cock. Fuck me” I demanded. I moved my bum towards him, opened my legs wider. He placed his hands on my hips, his prick touched my hole then he slid it along my slit. I shuddered as it made contact with my clitty, rubbing it against the hard little button. I wiggled my bum, feeling his prick as it entered me, his fat cock stretching my hole, his lovely slippery shaft, sliding deep inside my cunt. I'd thought he was shy, but he gave no sign now, fucking me as Mac watched. I reached between my legs, fingertips stroking my clitty, frigging it softly, adding to the wonderful sensations centred on my cunt and Rob's prick pumping my hole. I felt him spreading my buttocks, saliva drip on my bum then his fingers, touching my anus, rubbing his spit in. I felt him push a finger firmly against my bum hole, breaking through the tightness then sliding inside, probing my arse hole. I gave a moan of absolute satisfaction, as he began to fuck me faster, a second finger, pushed into my arse, finger fucking my arse hole, cock fucking my cunt. I could feel my pussy, tingling, an orgasm building, ripples of pleasure, coursing through my body. My nipples stuck out erect, a warmth spreading from my pussy, as he slammed his prick in me hard. I felt his cock almost throbbing in my pussy, my cunt muscles contracting, milking his cock as I climaxed. I heard him ask if I wanted him to pull out. “NO! NO! CUM IN MY PUSSY. SPUNK IN MY CUNT” I shouted. He buried his cock inside me and held still, his cock pumping my cunt full of his seed.
His spunk was dribbling from my cunt as he withdrew. I stood and went to the bathroom and wiped my pussy, thinking about what I'd just done, no regrets, wondering how soon I could get him hard again for another fuck. Back in the bedroom, Mac was dozing, so I thought it best to leave him, took Robs arm and suggested going out to the pool. He dived in and I sat on the side, with my feet in the water watching him swimming naked. I could see him watching me as he floated on his back, his cock already looking semi hard. I lifted my legs from the water, resting my feet on the edge and slowly opened my legs. I looked down my cunt, gaping open still juicy and slick, his spunk still leaking out. I touched my clitoris with my fingers, it still felt aroused, rubbing it before pushing a couple of fingers in my pussy. He swam closer, watching me masturbate, fingering my cunt with one hand, my other hand caressing my tits, teasing the nipples erect. I could see his cock, fully erect under the water as he stood between my legs. He placed his hands on my thighs, spreading my legs wider then pulled me closer, my pussy on the pool edge and buried his face in my cunt, licking sucking, poking my cunt with his tongue. Two or three minutes of his tongue lapping my pussy and I was getting close to cumming, gasping that I wanted him to fuck me once more. I lay on a towel and he took me by the pool, I came almost as soon as he entered me, then he fucked me until we both climaxed.
We lay by the pool in the sun, not realising how late it was until I heard Phil calling my name. I quickly pulled on my bikini pants and was putting on the top when I intercepted him just before he reached the pool. All he was interested in was his dinner, and I led him back to the cottage. Looking out of the kitchen window a minute later, I had to smile as Rob scurried in to his cottage, naked. Once Phil had gone to bed and was sleeping I went over to the other cottage and spent the night with Rob, returning to my cottage about 6am. Over the next three days, I sucked Mac off several times, he was to sore to fuck, and lost count of the times I was fucked by Rob. By mid week Mac had recovered and they went out cycling and I invited them over for a meal with me and Phil. Phil suspected nothing, He called them the “Gay Boys” when he mentioned them. He staggered off the bed straight after the meal. We gave him half an hour, then Mac fucked me while I sucked off Rob, quite a thrill having sex with Phil upstairs.
We were leaving on the Saturday, Phil I knew would stay sober on the Friday for the drive home so Thursday was was my last night with Rob and Mac. They went out for about 4 hours cycling in the morning, returning after Phil had gone to the bar. I was out by the pool laid on a lounger and when I heard them approaching I spread my legs, so the first thing they saw was me masturbating on the other side of the pool. Their shorts joined my bikini on the ground and I sat up, pulling Mac's cock to my mouth, while Rob got down between my legs tonguing my pussy. I've often wondered what it is like to be DP'd and for the previous couple of days had been thinking about asking them to both do me. Mac's cock was lovely and hard in my mouth, Rob's tongue was doing wonderful things to my pussy, but I wanted fucking. I decided to ask if they would DP me. I pulled Mac's prick from my mouth and before I had a chance to change my mind told them I wanted them both to fuck me.
I moved off the lounger, Rob lay on it and I straddled him and guided his cock to my pussy. He slid his prick in and out getting it nice and slippery before I lifted myself and Mac entered me from behind, lubricating his cock with my sex juices. I took Robs cock again, just an inch or so, then laid forward on top of him, giving Mac access to my exposed cunt. Mac spread my bum cheeks, crouching behind me he started pushing his cock in next to Robs. They both penetrated me, my cunt hole stretching, comfortably tightly around their hard pricks as the both started thrusting in to me, fucking me slowly and steadily. I'd never felt so full, moaning quietly as they fucked me deep. I gasped when I felt Mac working a finger up my arse, sighing with delight, briefly considering asking him to put his cock in my bum and arse fuck me. I was to close to cumming, as they fucked me harder, Mac grunting as he rammed his prick in me, Rob jerking his cock in me both nearly there. I started to orgasm, arching my back, head shaking from side to side, as I felt their throbbing cocks taking me over the top. I screamed I was cumming, they continued fucking me, slowly then taking turns to ram their cocks in and out, making me cum again, shafting me until I felt them ejaculate almost simultaneously in my cunt.
I spent most of Thursday night with them, being DP'd once more, then on the Friday it was time to, clean up the cottage and pack for an early start Saturday morning. I had one more chance before we left. Phil was busy loading the the car and I told him I was going to say goodbye to Rob and Mac. I told them I wanted a goodbye fuck and quickly undressed, then bent over the sink. First Rob and then Mac fucked me while through the half closed blinds I watched Phil loading the car 30 or 40 feet away. A real turn on being fucked and being able to see him oblivious to what I was doing. I came so hard I had to bite my lip to stop myself crying out as I climaxed.
I'd had my holiday fling, been well and truly fucked and thought that was it. Within a month of getting home I was craving cock, my mind kept reminding me of the sexual gratification of being DP'd and recalling how I'd thought about being arse fucked. I needed to have more cock. I realised that having gone behind Phil's back I couldn't stop, didn't feel guilty or remorseful, and once I’d decided to do it again, relished the thought of different guys fucking me. When Phil goes out on Friday or Saturday night I go out too, telling him I am meeting friends. Instead I picked up men, usually in pairs, sometimes more, to DP and arse fuck me. He's usually pissed and fast asleep and has no idea what time I get home and on the odd occasion he's woken never remembers in the morning. As for this years holidays, it's back to the beach, for sun, sea and hopefully plenty of opportunities for sex, lots of young, hard cocks for me to savour, while Phil gets drunk.
