Carolyn smiled back at her new husband. The hot sand of the beach slipped between her toes as she wriggled them downward. Beyond, the sparkling clear water seemed to dance in the sunlight. Carolyn had to narrow her eyes against the glare as she took her sunglasses off.
"Happy, darling?" Don asked. The wedding had been small but most satisfactory. Immediately afterward, Don and Carolyn had headed for the airport where they boarded the airplane for Acapulco. The twins had been on hand to wave goodbye, and Don was satisfied that they would be all right since the housekeeper would look in on them daily and cook them dinner every evening.
Don was pleased to have this two-week honeymoon all alone with his new bride. He knew that Carolyn had never been out of the country before, and it was gratifying to be able to offer her the expensive trip below the border.
"I've never been happier, love," Carolyn replied, gazing past her husband's shoulder.
There was a man sunning himself nearby who had been staring at her since the first day she and Don had arrived at the posh resort of El Molino. The young man and his wife were staying in the adjoining cabana and they shared the same swimming pool. All the guests at El Molino stayed in little houses rather than in hotel rooms, and each group of houses had a large pool at the disposal of its guests.
Carolyn had nodded to the man and had had a few short conversations with his wife who was a pretty redhead. But the other couple only used the pool when the Larsens were not in it, so Don and Carolyn refrained from joining them in the warm water. Instead, they had come down to lie on the beach.
Carolyn noted now how handsome the sandy-haired stranger was, and thought it would be nice to get to know him. She knew though that Don had no desire to socialize with any of the other guests. They were, after all, on their honeymoon, and Don wanted her all to himself. The young blonde had gone along with this for the first few days, but now they'd been at El Molino almost a full week, and Carolyn was beginning to feel a little restless.
It was no longer quite enough to know that she was the most beautiful young woman at the resort, and that all of the hotel boys gaped in admiration when she walked by in her bikini.
The drinks at the bar were wonderful, but Carolyn wanted to dance the fast numbers and Don only felt comfortable with the slow ones.
Suddenly feeling a bit daring, the young blonde wife returned the stranger's gaze boldly, meeting his stare for what seemed a long time, and then breaking the contact. Flushed and excited, she lay back down on the blanket beside her husband who had noticed nothing of the exchange. She could feel her breath coming in quick little gasps as she lay trying to calm herself. How silly, she thought, but nonetheless she shivered a bit with excitement.
"Would you like me to rub a little more lotion on?" Don asked. She could already hear the sound of the tube being undone.
"Yes, darling," she replied. "Just a bit more!"
Carolyn turned over on her back and gave herself up to Don's fingers as he rubbed the creamy lotion into her already bronzed skin. His smoothing fingers moved onto her calves and then upward to the shapely firmness of her thighs.
"Mmmmm…" she said. Her eyes were closed and it was easy enough to imagine that it was someone else's fingers on her skin, touching her intimately like this. Why not imagine the stranger? There's nothing really wrong in it, and no one will ever know anyway, she thought, a smile of contentment coming to her lips.
"Do my back too, love," she whispered, reaching back to undo her bathing suit straps. The full firm shapes of her breasts felt heavy as they were freed, and Carolyn let them push softly down into the blanket that covered the sand beneath her. Her nipples stiffened from the contact, and the young blonde sighed as a shiver of desire coursed through her sun-warmed flesh. Don's fingers were firm on her back now, and she wanted him to move down to touch the sides of her naked breasts, but she knew he wouldn't do it unless she asked. Don was very self-conscious around other people, whereas Carolyn had a tendency toward exhibitionism. It was nice to be admired and to know that her beauty was appreciated.
She suddenly felt it was too boring to ask Don. If he couldn't do it on his own, then it was no longer as exciting as it ought to be. Sometimes Don was exasperating, to say the least! She was willing to bet that the sandy-haired man who was perhaps still watching from his spot further down on the beach, was not hesitant about such things. In any case, it was fun to imagine that he wasn't. That he would boldly begin to massage her breasts right there on the beach where anyone who was looking could see!
He was certainly the type who would make love to his wife on the kitchen floor if he felt like it, and not wait until they were in bed together!
Don was rubbing the suntan lotion over her smooth shoulders now, and the familiar scent of it made her nostrils flare slightly. It reminded her of lovemaking, of sweating bodies and hot sun, of what it was like to lie on the beach right after being completely satisfied by a good thick cock. It reminded her of one of her old boyfriends. She and Don, her new husband, had made love every night since they'd arrived at the resort, and a couple of times in the afternoon during siesta, but even though Carolyn couldn't complain that she was frustrated, she didn't feel that sensation that she loved, the feeling of being completely fulfilled by sex, so exhausted that she felt limp and breathless, totally mindless and happy.
Carolyn certainly couldn't say that she was mindless. She was thinking quite a lot as a matter of fact; a certain sign of her restlessness. The surroundings were so lush and exotic and the heat beat down so steadily, even at night. It was all very dramatic, as if something ought to happen that was out of the ordinary. So far nothing had. Still there was a feeling of strange anticipation in the air, and it created a strange stirring in the twenty-one year old girl's veins.
"More?" Don asked tenderly.
"No… thanks, that's enough," she answered, ready now to take a short nap. Then she would go in the water again, just once more before going back to the cabana. That night she and Don would go to the club again. A new trio was playing and Don wanted to see them. But Carolyn had planned to get him to take her in to a discotheque in the town too, one where the dancing and the music might be a bit wilder. She hoped to see some exciting seedy types, too, not just the rather boring tourists who were all rich enough to afford to stay at El Molino and were consequently dull as paint. All, except the sandy-haired fellow in the neighboring cabana, that is. He was decidedly interesting.
Carolyn lifted her head up for a brief second and looked in the direction where the stranger had been sitting. Gone. The beach was practically deserted. Even though she knew it was silly, the young bride felt a stab of disappointment.
"Looking for someone, darling?" Don looked up from the magazine he'd been reading.
"No… I was just wondering if that man who sells iced drinks was still there."
"Then you were looking for someone!" Don said lightly.
"Yes, I guess I was," Carolyn admitted, vexed by the entire conversation.
"No, he's gone now," Don said, speaking of the barman who wandered the beach with a small cart during certain hours. "But I'll run up to the main building and get you one. What do you want, another Rum Collins?"
"Yes, yes, that would be fine," Carolyn said, trying to smile pleasantly up at her husband.
She was lying there thinking about what she would say if the stranger came by while Don was up getting her a drink. Still she lay with her eyes closed, digging little patterns into the sand with her feet. It was highly unlikely that he would come by, she decided. He'd probably gone back to the cabana several minutes ago. He was probably swimming in the pool with his wife right now, probably making love to her, or at least wanting to. His wife was pretty, no doubt about it, but Carolyn felt pleased with the thought that her own legs were better than the redhead's. She was just beginning a complete mental comparison, something she often liked to do where other women were concerned, when she felt a presence at her head and a voice spoke down to her.
"Some weather, isn't it. Not a bad day since we came!"
Carolyn looked up with a start. It was him!
The stranger's gray-green eyes gazed curiously down at her while Carolyn struggled to turn over and sit up. She felt at a vague disadvantage having him looking down at her like that while she was lying out flat.
"Oh… you startled me!" she exclaimed, searching for her sunglasses. Sunglasses always made her feel secure, people couldn't tell so well what you were thinking when you wore them. Fitting the glasses over her eyes, she looked up at the tall, good-looking man. "Yes, it is beautiful here, isn't it?"
"On your honeymoon?"
Carolyn did not want to admit that she was, for some reason. But obviously it was not the kind of thing you lied about. "Yes," she replied, "as a matter of fact, I am… that is, we are!"
"Me, too," the man replied. "By the way, my name is Jack Williams."
"Mine is Carolyn Bak… I mean Larsen."
Jack laughed. "Having a hard time getting used to your new name?" he asked.
Carolyn laughed too. She liked him. He made her feel comfortable right away, unlike some men she'd known. "Yes; you men have it easy. You don't have to change your names!"
"Touche. But think of it this way. This is the third time I've given my name away!" Jack was squatting down beside her now, balancing easily on his haunches, his strong muscular body deeply tanned and healthy looking.
"You mean this is the third time you've been married?" Carolyn was astonished.
"Give the little lady a silver dollar!"
Carolyn blushed. Imagine being someone's third wife! But then she thought about it and she realized that she was Don's second wife, after all. Of course his first wife had died, and she assumed that Jack had had two divorces. She wanted to ask, but decided not to. "I'll bet this is your first time out," Jack continued in the same vein.
Carolyn thought that the words were a little fresh, but decided to ignore that. He was just being friendly and, well, nice.
"Yes," she replied. "I've never been married before." She noticed that he was looking at her strangely as though he were thinking things about her that he would not tell her. She felt suddenly uncomfortable and decided to parry his question. After all, he'd asked her something intimate. He could do some answering too!
"What about your wife?" she asked. "Has she been married before?"
"Peggy? Oh yes, we're old hands, both of us. That doesn't mean it isn't still fun, though. Don't get me wrong!"
Carolyn felt more comfortable now. She reached into her bag for her nail polish and began to give her fingernails a second coat of "Blushing Pink". "She's pretty, your wife," Carolyn said.
"A real beauty," Jack agreed, rocking back and forth as he clasped his bent knees. "But then, so are you," he added, boldly letting his eyes roam over the soft exposed surfaces of the new bride's scantily clad body.
"Well, thank you," Carolyn replied, thinking of her superior legs with pleasure.
"Let's have a drink together one night, shall we?" Jack asked, getting to his feet.
"Yes," Carolyn replied, "That would be nice. I'll mention it to Don."
"And I'll mention it to Peggy," Jack said as he waved and began to walk off down the beach. Carolyn waved back and then applied the last coat of polish to her little finger. She felt flushed and excited. As she was wriggling her fingers to dry them more quickly, she noticed that Don was returning to their blanket. She wondered if he had seen Jack Williams talking to her, and she decided that she would say nothing about it if Don didn't mention it.
The Club St. Louis was jammed full of young people doing frantic dances back to back, side to side and sometimes front to front. Often it wasn't possible to tell just who was dancing with whom. Carolyn tried to explain to Don that it really didn't matter, but still she felt that he didn't quite understand the ambiance of the place.
They sat in a small corner booth from which the dance floor was entirely visible. On the table before them were the accumulated glasses of several Rum Collinses which the couple could not seem to get their waiter to take away. He would bring the new drinks when asked, but seemed to be saying in Spanish that someone else would come for the dirty glasses. But no one ever did. It hardly mattered now, though, as they would be leaving shortly.
Don had been ready to go some time ago, and could hardly stifle a yawn he felt coming. It was far too hot in the nightclub and the music – or was it all that rum? – was giving him a splitting headache.
Across from him, Carolyn sat, or rather bounced, on her seat, keeping a beat with the frantic music. It made Don nervous every time his pretty blonde wife jiggled up and down, for it looked as if her barely covered breasts might leap from the top of her dress at any moment. He could see several Mexican men standing nearby, doing nothing but watching his wife with a curious fixed expression that Don found irritating. He was glad that his twenty-one year old bride had agreed to go back home with him as soon as she finished her drink. She hadn't seemed too disappointed either when he'd told her he couldn't possibly dance another of those dances after the first one. The music had gone on and on for about twenty minutes without stopping, and he had vainly tried to keep on going, since everyone else seemed to be holding up! But at the end he was reduced to just swaying back and forth and smiling as though he had invented some new dance step. Meanwhile, Carolyn was gyrating and contorting her lithe body all around him, not really seeming to notice the difficulty Don was having in keeping up.
Don finally managed to attract the waiter's attention to pay the bill, and while he was counting out the pesos Carolyn was still bouncing. Don noticed with some annoyance that the waiter didn't even bother looking at the money, but stared licentiously at Carolyn's jiggling breasts, taking in their lush near-nakedness as though somehow just by looking he could make them his.
"Let's get out of here!" Don said gruffly. It's hard not to be jealous when you have a wife who looks like Carolyn, he thought to himself. Especially when you're newly married and in a foreign country.
"Some of those Mexicans are cute!" Carolyn proclaimed as they were getting into their rented car. She was obviously a little tipsy, and her speech was slightly slurred.
"Cute!" Don said indignantly. "I was just thinking the opposite."
"Don't you like those pretty little girls who sell flowers on the street?" Carolyn asked.
"Well, yes, but…"
"They're cute, aren't they?" Carolyn said.
"I suppose so," Don replied. There was no use arguing with Carolyn about the smallest point. She always likes to be right. Besides, his lovely young bride was in no more danger from those "cute" Mexicans now that they were on their way home from that place.
Don headed back toward El Molino, and as the car began the mounting climb up the steep grade he knew that he would be glad to get to bed. He'd had far too much to drink and the outing had exhausted him. Carolyn had turned on the car radio and the mellifluous tones of Mexican guitars filled the night air. That was more like his kind of music, Don thought, wishing that they could have spent the evening at the resort club where a more sedate group was playing. But after one drink there, Carolyn had asked him to take her into town. And how could he refuse, after all? It wasn't really that much, as long as Carolyn was happy.
They pulled up beside the cabana, the tires crunching in the gravel as their car came to a halt. Carolyn waited until Don came around and opened the door for her, then she danced and swayed all the way up the steps to the little house that was theirs for the duration of their stay at the resort. Next door Carolyn could see that the lights were on. The adjoining house was identical to Carolyn's and Don's down to the last detail. Carolyn looked curiously at the bedroom window, and noticed that she could see shadows moving behind the window shade.
Then Don guided her up the short flight of steps and into their cabana. She turned on the lights and went toward the small refrigerator that was furnished by the hotel. Turning back toward Don, she said, "Let's have a drink. There's rum in the 'frig!" The hotel had supplied several bottles and mixers as well as fresh fruit.
To her surprise, Carolyn saw that her husband was already in bed. He'd undressed in a flash, was wearing his pajamas and had slipped under the covers of the bed. She'd never seen anyone move so quickly!
"Are you going to sleep?" she asked accusingly.
"Well, I… uh…"
"The evening's just beginning!" Carolyn's voice reflected her incredulity at the fact that Don was passing out on her.
"I'll make it up to you tomorrow, darling," Don said. "Just forgive me this once. I'm absolutely exhausted!"
"Oh Christ, what a bore," Carolyn said under her breath, as she turned back to the small refrigerator. Well, she'd just make herself a drink first, and then go to bed. But she was in no mood for sleep. The drinks she'd already had had stimulated her to a point where she felt like either talking or dancing, or at least making love! It looked as if she was going to get none of these things, not tonight, anyway! The disappointed blonde carefully prepared an elaborate drink for herself, complete with slices of fresh orange and pineapple, and then sipped it.
"Mmm… perfect!" she declared.
She looked toward the bed where her new husband was lying dead to the world, and sucked her teeth in annoyance. Carrying her drink, she moved toward the front door, opened the screen and went out. She wandered down toward the swimming pool and thought of going for a swim. It seemed a wonderful idea. All she had to do was put on her bathing suit and then she could enjoy the smooth warm water. But it seemed too much effort to go inside again, so Carolyn decided to swim in her panties and brassiere. They were just like a bathing suit anyway, she reasoned, except that they were pretty transparent. Besides no one would see her anyway, she decided. She looked up toward the other cabana as she slipped off her brief dress. They were obviously busy in the bedroom up there. They wouldn't be coming out for a swim. Anyway, she wouldn't stay long. Just a short dip to refresh herself.
The new bride put her drink down on the side of the pool and dove in. Down beneath the water, she turned and twisted with delight at her own idea. If anyone could have seen her, they would have noted the gently rounded shape of her pubic mound, clearly delineated by the taut silken fabric of her panties, and behind, the smoothly shaped round buttocks that were cupped tightly by the same transparent fabric. Her brassiere fit over her full breasts, allowing their expansive shapes to explode over the top of the narrow band of cloth that supported them underneath. She splashed and dove, feeling like a dolphin, or perhaps a mermaid in the clear aquamarine water. Around her the night was black as pitch and the pool shone like a gem in the center of the thick foliage that surrounded all of the cabanas.
She felt very special, swimming all alone like that, knowing that her husband was asleep up there, and that Jack and his new wife Peggy were probably having sex in their room. She was beginning to imagine what they would look like together, the things they would do. It was fun to visualize their coupling naked bodies. To imagine the sounds they would make! She giggled and sank down, down into the clear warmth of the pool, and when she was all the way down, she opened her eyes… just in time to see Jack swimming toward her!
For some reason she wasn't surprised at all, and she felt extremely pleased. She pushed with her toes against the hard concrete bottom of the pool and, holding her breath all the way, went soaring up to the surface. Bursting through to the air, she gulped the delicious oxygen, and looked around for Jack. He came up beneath her and wrapped his arms around her thighs, pulling her down again. Over and over they tumbled in the shining water, rising again and again to the surface, only to plunge once more to the liquid depths.
It was innocent fun, Carolyn felt, and she was completely relaxed as they once more rose to the surface. She shook the water from her eyes, her wet blonde hair flying backward behind her.
"Where's Peggy?" she asked. "Is she coming out?" Her fingers tried to pull up on the brassiere which kept slipping down to expose her nipples completely. But she figured Jack couldn't see that much of her in the dark anyway.
"Not just yet," Jack replied. "She's busy right now. What about your spouse?"
"Oh, he's sound asleep. There won't be a peep from him until morning!" Carolyn swam to the edge where her drink was waiting. She decided she'd better not get out of the water just yet with her soaked underwear, so she trod water as she took some more of the potent liquid.
"Funny meeting you like this," Jack said. He was directly behind her, and Carolyn turned, but not quickly enough, to see just how close he was getting. His strong hard body was pressing against hers, and there was nothing else to do but accept the forbidden kiss that he offered her. All thoughts of twisting away from the handsome stranger were lost in the violent thrill that Carolyn felt racing through her entire body, and she thought that she would melt from the heat of the excitement that rose inside her. The contact of Jack's long lean body against hers in the water caused something like an electrical current to race through her from the tips of her toes to her newly painted finger tips.
Jack could feel that there would be little resistance in the little blonde bitch as he started to explore her wet mouth with his tongue, and he took them both down beneath the surface of the water again. Halfway down, he undid the top of the new bride's brassiere so that her highly toned breasts swelled free in the water. Gently he massaged the pointed little tips, stiff and erect from the water and the excitement of his touch.
His large hands kneaded and molded at the twenty-one year old's naked flesh, feeling it slide beneath his fingers, as the two newlyweds performed a dream-like underwater ballet, illicitly locked together in each other's arms in the solitude of the blue water.
Despite the fact that her husband was sleeping not more than fifty feet away, Carolyn felt an almost irresistible longing rising within her liquor-sensitized loins. This was the kind of excitement she craved. This was the unexpected happening she'd been yearning for. But what about Don? Well, wasn't it his fault for falling asleep on her? What husband would fall asleep on his bride of a few days, no matter how tired he was? It was easy to work up a degree of anger against her sleeping spouse, and to explain away the desire that she could not resist. She could feel the hard ridge of Jack's cock pressing against her bare stomach, creating a tingling sensation that flowed along the length of her spine.
After a moment's hesitation, her tongue began to eagerly explore the inside of her neighbor's mouth, rubbing and pressing as he sucked gently on it. It felt unreal to her… she began to pretend she was another person… she was no longer a wife with a sleeping husband; she was in a living dream and there would be no consequences to her actions whatever they were.
And when Jack floated them both over to the edge of the pool, the blonde bride felt as limp as a rag doll, overcome by an overwhelming desire for the stranger.
By the side of the pool, rolling on the soft green grass, she lay her head back against Jack's shoulder. They were sheltered by the thick undergrowth, and could not be seen from the cabanas. Carolyn felt relaxed and contented. Any feelings of guilt that she had fleetingly harbored magically submerged as Jack's hands began a gentle stroking motion along the surface of her wetly glistening belly. He brushed his fingers lightly over her midriff, creating imaginary lines upon the softness of her flesh.
Carolyn moaned softly as she felt his hands pulling at the thin elastic waistband of her panties. Her breasts trembled ever so slightly as she took a deep breath, and making a decision, she lifted her buttocks up from the ground so that the soaking material could be more easily removed. Jack pulled slowly, and the blonde bride could feel her flimsy bikini panties being peeled off bit by bit, first rolling down her shapely thighs over her calves and then off her feet. Freedom. She lay completely naked, fully exposed to her neighbor's adulterous gaze.
"Oh baby, you do look nice!" he said, speaking for the first time since he had begun to make love to her. Carolyn, opening her eyes wide, saw the steely glint of passion in his gray-green eyes, his wet hair curled in sandy ringlets on his head. There was no turning back now. Besides, no one would ever know. She knew she was going to go through with it. The whole thing! Her sensuous body seemed to be demanding that she indulge in it, as a shudder of desire passed through her. Jack was removing his swimming trunks. He lay beside her without ever removing his eyes from the sight of her cock-stirring nakedness. They lay there side by side scarcely moving for a long moment, anticipation rising between them, creating a heaviness, a weight between them as though they were somehow attached to each other. Then Jack reached out and gently turned the twenty-one year old blonde girl over on her side away from him. He assuaged her questioning gesture with a kiss, leaning way over her so that his virile nakedness pressed warmly against her from the back. She could feel the lust-swollen breadth of his penis pulsing against her cool buttocks while he kissed her, his mouth seemingly glued to her lips. And then the hardness of his penis was sliding downward, parting the natural slit between her soft buttocks until it finally arrived at the pulsating spot between her curvaceous thighs. The tip of his thick shaft throbbed heatedly against the hair-rimmed entrance of her moist warm pussy.
Jack's tongue began an in-and-out motion between her parted lips as he started an almost imperceptible thrusting of his hips, letting the full length of his torso press against her back. Instinctively, Carolyn parted her legs slightly and began an answering motion, making small but insistent jerking movements while she began to suck furiously on Jack's tongue, pulling it still deeper into her throat as she strained her head back to meet him.
Jack's rock-hard penis strained at the entrance to her tight cuntal passage, the sensitive opening giving a little more with each movement the illicit lovers made.
Then Jack pushed against her and, holding onto Carolyn's waist, he pulled himself up while pulling her beneath him. The upraised cheeks of her buttocks trembled above his cock as Carolyn was forced to assume a kneeling position in front of him.
"Oh!" she cried out softly, startled by this odd position. Then Jack gave a grunt behind her and she could no longer think about that, because the tip of his lust-driven cock forced the pliant circle of her pussy wide open, and his long thick shaft entered her, pushing back the soft moist flesh in its forceful wake. Slowly he sunk the long rigid shaft into her high-held cunt, until it was in to the hilt.
"Yeahhhh!" he whispered to her ear, shuffling lewdly forward while he pulled back on her hips, so that his pulsing cock was imbedded all the more deeply within the hot slippery tightness of the young wife's yearning cunt. She felt even better than he'd imagined. Nice and tight and wet and warm. His excited penis jerked inside of her, wanting to release a flood of semen into her quivering depths at that very second. But he would wait a while before that happened, he thought.
Beneath him Carolyn let out a soft gasp of ecstasy as her neighbor's cock filled her with its thick bulk. She felt wild and began to wriggle her hips, screwing herself back toward him so that he would enter her still further. The young girl acted as though she wanted to devour him, as though she had not been made love to in weeks. Indeed, she felt as though she had not been touched in a long, long while, certainly not like this!
Jack's hard-driving cock sped ever upward into the young wife's straining wet pussy, pushing back the trembling folds of her vaginal walls, massaging them internally with each steady thrust. He brought the glistening hardness of his penis all the way out of her clenching pussy, leaving just the tip of it within the elastic entrance of her nakedly quivering softness. And then with all his might he rammed back into her streaming passage, his naked loins grinding harshly against her upturned buttocks.
On her hands and knees in front of the neighboring honeymooner, Carolyn crooned with delight, unabashedly enjoying the thorough fucking she was getting from behind. Soft wet noises emanated from the young bride's drenched pussy each time Jack fucked into her. They began to move in perfect time together, both gasping for breath as Jack thrust his throbbing hardness deep into the soft confines of her willingly widespread cunt, his nakedly dangling testicles slapping up against the undersides of her thighs.
Jack began to grunt steady words of encouragement to her now, sensing that the excited wife was nearing orgasm. Beneath him he felt her moaning submissively, and reveled in the fact that he could make a perfect stranger give in to him. But he knew her type. He'd known girls like Carolyn before, and now he prided himself on his knowledge of women. She was the type who would frantically deny any thought of wrongdoing, but when it got down to the nitty gritty, she would be unable to resist the sensual delights of forbidden sex.
While Peggy was busy inside, he'd stepped out on the terrace of the cabana for a smoke, and it was then that he'd seen Carolyn swimming in the pool. Somehow he knew that her late night swim was something of an open invitation for sex. She was ready for something, he figured, and it might as well be him! Hot little number, this one! he thought as he felt his sperm begging for release into the steaming pit of Carolyn's smoldering pussy. Every sinew of his muscular body tensed as he felt something snap inside him.
"This is it, baby!" he called urgently, his voice soft and gravelly with lust. He could not hold it back another second. His sperm exploded from his wildly tingling cock as a jolt of pleasure pierced through him, knife-like in its intensity. He could feel Carolyn's hotly raging pussy walls clinging desperately to his spewing penis as she arched backwards into his thrusting loins. As she tried to support herself with her hands and arms, the young wife did an odd jiggling motion against the forward thrust of her neighbor's pistoning penis. The wet waves of white semen that spurted fiercely against the tip of her womb filled the narrow chasm of her clasping pussy with steaming liquid as the twenty-one year old felt her own climax starting. The mounting excitement drove all thoughts from Carolyn's mind as a low-toned hum came from between her tightly clenched teeth. The desire-moistened folds of her sensitive pussy sent messages of extreme pleasure throughout her nakedly gyrating body. She was being shattered, torn apart by this man who had known just how to conquer her body in such a short time.
"OH… Oooooo, God!" she moaned, her quivering cunt hungrily engulfing Jack's spending cock as he continued to make deep in-thrusts into the wetness of her hair-surrounded vagina. Beneath him Carolyn's face was twisted into a lewd expression of joy as she let herself fall to the ground, letting Jack's strong fingers spread her naked ass-cheeks as he continued to draw her back to him. The cool of the grass caressed the young woman's tingling breasts as they were mashed downward by her weight.
"Ohhhhh! Don't stop… don't stop!" she called. It was so good that she could hardly stand it, his blunt-ended cock embedded high up within her climaxing cunt walls.
"Hot bitch! Hot pussy! Give it to me… give it to meeee!" Jack crooned behind her, fucking into her climax as his own rose to its highest peak of delirium and then abruptly fell. He collapsed heavily upon the young blonde wife, hearing her cry out beneath him as his full weight pressed down on her delicately built body. His deflating penis slid uncomfortably out of the compact tightness of her pliant cunt, and he groaned and rolled over on the grass.
Long moments later, Carolyn stirred. She felt less inebriated than before, and she felt regret now for what she had done. What had made her give in to him like that? She'd only been married a few days and yet she had not been able to resist the good-looking neighbor. It didn't seem right. But of course there was nothing she could do to undo what she'd done. She couldn't change the fact that she'd known such mindless delights with the sandy-haired man while her husband was nearby sleeping!
"I… I'd better be going now," she said sheepishly.
"So soon?" Jack lay quietly on his back, staring up at the stars. "The night is still young. Tell you what… I left my cigarettes up there on the terrace. Want to come up for a minute?"
"But… but your wife!" Carolyn replied.
"It's all right. Besides, I want to show you something interesting."
He took Carolyn by the hand and pulled her up. As if to persuade the young woman further he kissed her softly on the lips, creating a new arousal within her that sent shudders down her back.
"Come on," he urged.
Carolyn followed, glancing guiltily up at her cabana where her new husband was sleeping. Well, she'd just go and have a cigarette with Jack and then she'd go home to bed, she thought.
She'd picked up her panties and now she had Jack wait as she saw her brassiere floating at the side of the pool.
Chuckling softly, Jack reached in and retrieved the sheer garment. "You're not going to put it back on?" he asked.
"No… I'll just put my dress on, though," Carolyn said, feeling relieved that she'd remembered her brassiere and panties and that they would not be found respectively floating in the pool and crumpled by the bushes. She slipped on the short revealing dress and pulled the straps over her shoulders. Beneath, her nakedness made her feel all the more daring as she walked up to Jack's terrace with him.
Her head still swam a little from the rum as well as from the ardent lovemaking, and Carolyn walked quietly, breathing in the clean night air and trying to clear her muddled head.
The terrace contained the same furniture as her cabana next door, and Carolyn started to sit in one of the plastic lounge chairs when she paused. Jack was not looking for his cigarettes, but was going toward the window in which Carolyn had earlier seen a light. There was still a light inside and the shade was halfway up now as though someone had gone to bed and lifted it for nighttime ventilation. But Carolyn could see Jack's whole body alert and tensed. He was listening.
Carolyn listened too. She could hear voices. Jack turned toward her and motioned for her to come closer. Confused and concerned, the new bride approached the window. There was a nylon screen on it and the light inside was quite dim. She looked up at Jack as if for some explanation of what was going on, but Jack was peering intently inside, a fixed expression that she could not fathom on his handsome features.
Carolyn moved still closer and looked in too. Before she really saw anything she heard a man's voice say, "Madre de dios que cono!"
The answer was a feminine gasp and an exclamation. "Yes, Carlos, like that. Oh, do me like that some more!"
Carolyn's eyes adjusted to the dim light inside the room and the distortion of the screen at the window and she felt her breath catch in her throat. There inside the room on the bed she could distinguish two naked embracing bodies, locked in the act of lovemaking. She blinked her eyes and opened them once more in disbelief. The woman was Peggy, Jack's wife, and she was in there with a Mexican! Carolyn recognized the man as one of the waiters at the resort. The new bride couldn't have been more shocked if she had seen a wild man-eating animal in there! As it was, she had to be supported by Jack's strong arm as she felt her knees weaken. She looked up at him, wide-eyed with incomprehension and a vague fear of something she didn't understand. Jack smiled at her and placed his finger to his lips.
"Shhh," he cautioned, his eyes twinkling with mirth. Then he silently pointed back inside the room, and Carolyn found herself turning back to the incredible scene.
Peggy was lying on her back on the bed with her long legs raised high in the air and the dark-haired man had begun to slide down along her body until his head was between her open thighs.
Then she heard Jack's wife begin to murmur words of garbled passion, words that Carolyn found herself listening to as though they were somehow important to her understanding of the situation.
"Eat me out, lover. Yes, lick my clit! Oooooh, niceee!"
Carolyn couldn't believe it. Here she was standing with Peggy's husband, and he didn't even seem to care that his wife was in there making obscene love with one of the waiters at the hotel! A tightening sensation caught at the pit of her belly as Carolyn looked again to make sure she was seeing correctly. Perhaps her eyes weren't focusing. Perhaps she'd definitely had too much to drink. Her mind was playing tricks on her. But it was still the redheaded woman whom she knew to be Jack's new bride. Loud sucking noises began to come from the bed as Carolyn saw the Mexican's dark head begin a lewd wagging motion between Peggy's widespread thighs. It sounded just awful to Carolyn and she made a motion to step back from the window. There was something terribly… she searched for the word… immoral about the entire thing. She couldn't take any more of it. But Jack's arm around her waist was firm, and it held her back, even pulling her in toward him a bit.
"Softer, love. Suck a little softer!" Carolyn heard Peggy exclaim. The redheaded woman sounded as though she were out of her mind with pure unadulterated lust, and Carolyn felt a violent urge to run in there and stop them. But she tried to calm herself, to think clearly, if that was possible at a moment like this. After all, it wasn't her business. It was Jack's wife, and he didn't seem to mind a bit that his wife was indulging in the salacious activities with the waiter. In fact, he seemed to be enjoying it!
The young wife had never seen two people making love before, and even though she had often imagined such things, there was a big difference between imagining and actually seeing with her own eyes!
But her mind was slowly adjusting to the idea of it, and replacing the disquieting sensations she'd felt earlier, she now sensed an odd flickering quivering deep down between her legs.
Inside, the Mexican's head was moving fervently between Peggy's writhing legs and the wet sucking noises increased and seemed to reverberate inside her head. Perhaps one day someone would do that to her and she too would enjoy the bliss that Jack's wife was experiencing! The secret forbidden thought flitted through Carolyn's mind, and then she immediately submerged it.
"Mmmmmmmm!" the aroused redhead moaned, and at the sound Carolyn felt her nipples hardening against the soft material of her dress. She was very conscious now of her nakedness underneath the dress, and of the loving she had just received from Peggy's husband. Inside, the Mexican was working like an animal, slobbering over the widespread willingness of Peggy's cunt, and Carolyn stared, hypnotized by the lewd sight. The hard feel of Jack's hand at her waist and the touch of the small window pane beneath her fingers were the only things that kept her in contact with some kind of reality.
"Stick you finger in my ass, Carlos. I like that. Make it hurt. Yes, like that. Hard…! Oh yes, honey, nnnnnnnnngh!"
The very idea was distasteful and disturbing to Carolyn, and she felt her mouth hot and dry as though she had no more saliva. Never before in her existence had she experienced such a repulsive scene, and yet there was something fascinating and exciting about it, too. Something that made her want to touch herself down there between her legs. Her breasts had begun to tingle with desire, too, as inside the room Peggy began to croon.
"Shit… I'm cuuuuuuuummmmminggg! Cuummmmingg!"
Carolyn squirmed a little, and felt Jack's hand drop down to her buttocks. He began to knead and pinch at the soft flesh there, bunching up her dress with his fingers as he did so. Suddenly an electricity-like jolt coursed through Carolyn as she felt Jack moving around behind her, his arms circling her waist now as he pressed his hard body against her. Even though she knew he had put his bathing trunks back on earlier, the hard outline of his penis was so defined against her ass-cheeks that she thought for a moment he was naked again.
She was momentarily distracted from her vigil at the window, and she started to speak, but Jack's voice began to whisper in her ear.
"There, there," he cried softly, and the wetness of his tongue swirled within the confines of her ear, creating a blinding flash of desire behind her tightly pressed eyelids. "My wife's got an insatiable little pussy," he explained. "I'll bet yours is too. Bet you can't get enough from your old man to make it through the week!"
The strange, insulting words made Carolyn bristle with anger and resentment. How dare he talk to her like that! He thought he could say anything just because she had given in to him like that. Why had she allowed herself to do such a thing?
"Don't get all huffy now," he whispered again. "We all know that fucking is fun, now don't we? You liked it enough a few minutes ago."
Carolyn could feel the hard knob of the tip of Jack's penis throb heatedly against the crevice of her buttocks.
"Look," Jack said, "They're really getting down to it now!"
Carolyn looked inside again. Wild thoughts were running through her mind. She wanted to get away from him, from the whole dirty scene, but something was holding her frozen there.
Inside the room, she could see in the dim light that the Mexican waiter was raised up and kneeling in front of Peggy's smoldering nakedness. Everything about the man was a picture of anticipation of what was to come as he gazed down at the beautiful naked woman's body.
"Peggy's about to get a good fuck! Almost as good as the one you just got!" Jack muttered into Carolyn's ear.
Tears came to the young wife's eyes as she realized that she had no one but herself to blame for being in this lewd position. But Jack's hands were slipping upward now, and then down inside the top of her dress to cup her nakedly throbbing breasts as she stared in at the two passionately intertwined people. Jack gave a quick little tweak to one nipple that sent a flash of pain through her that was quickly followed by a pleasurable sensation of relief. In spite of herself, the blonde twenty-one year old squirmed back against his hard virile penis.
Inside the room Peggy's long white legs were wrapping themselves up and around the bronzed back of the Mexican waiter. The couple seemed still for an unusual amount of time, so long that Carolyn wondered what could be happening between them. Then Jack's red-haired wife wrapped her hands into the waiter's thick black hair, and Carolyn could see the muscles in the woman's arms standing out tight and strained as she pulled his handsome face forward with a sharp motion. Her hips began a slow hard grinding up against the waiter's loins as his long thin penis sank into the deep tightness of her clasping pussy.
Carolyn could see the man's buttocks nakedly flexing as he moved with slow deliberate thrusts into the widespread feminine flesh beneath him.
"Oh God," Carolyn gasped softly.
Behind her Jack was making obscene thrusting motions of his own, rubbing the hardness of his penis against her trembling buttocks. His own eyes were glued to the lascivious sight of his wife inside the room. He smiled a little knowing smile as he watched his wife begin a familiar rocking motion, and he knew that she wanted the Mexican to change positions.
"Watch this!" he whispered as he lewdly massaged the new bride's soft warm breasts beneath her dress.
He felt the girl tremble and quiver back against him as inside the room his new wife got her message across to the Mexican, and the two of them rolled to the side of the bed. Then Peggy scrambled up on top of Carlos and straddled him, the round whiteness of her creamy buttocks poised directly over the hardness of the waiter's pulsing cock. She reached back underneath and between her spread legs to guide him into her, moving the bulbous tip of his penis against the moisture of her pussy for a moment and then with a groan, grinding herself down upon its upright shaft.
Jack's eyes were filled with admiration for his wife as he saw the large throbbing cock slide slowly up into her wetly clasping cunt lips, making a wet sluicing sound as it entered. Carolyn whimpered at the sight and he held onto her breasts even tighter, considering cumming up against her buttocks like this with a few good strokes of his excited penis. But he thought better of it and decided to wait until later. Later it would be much more fun. Right now he didn't want to miss a second of his wife's performance. She's really in top form, he thought as he saw Peggy beginning a slow up and down motion with her smooth buttocks rising in the air above the waiter until just the tip of his rock-hard cock was left just inside the warmth of her sleekly enclosing pussy. Then with a low rutting sound each time she started downward, she let herself drop heavily back down onto the Mexican's upthrust loins, impaling herself with one complete smooth motion.
Carolyn shuddered, feeling a series of conflicting emotions running through her as Jack spoke once more in her ear.
"Want to go inside and join them?" he asked in a silken whisper. "That Mexican looks pretty good. Wouldn't you like to feel that prick up inside your tight little cunt? We could both fuck you, first him and then me. And maybe both of us together! Peggy digs blondes too, you know. You girls could have yourselves a ball!"
An electrifying shock rippled along the naked flesh of her breasts and belly at the thought. She had heard of such things, but never expected that she would ever meet any people like this. Sure, she had had plenty of boyfriends but none of them had ever suggested anything like this.
"Oh no… I couldn't possibly… I…"
But in spite of the shock that she felt, the pretty young wife couldn't help wondering what it would be like. An orgy! That was what they called it. The excited young woman realized that whenever she had heard the word before, she had been filled with a sense of hidden, forbidden excitement.
Jack's lips sought hers as he pulled her still closer to his hardness. Her neck straining back unnaturally, she gave herself up to the kiss which she felt was another form of the question or rather the suggestion that Jack had just made to her.
"See how well he fucks my wife?" he breathed into her open mouth.
"Y… yes," she mumbled back. Yes, she saw.
His tongue flicked moistly into her mouth, causing Carolyn's body to squirm against him in an irresistible wriggle of passion.
The idea was shocking, but exciting. Yet she felt she could never, never do it!
"Come on. Let's surprise them. Peggy'll love it!" Jack urged.
"Nnno, we can't. No!" she whimpered into the wetness of his mouth, trying to whisper in as low a voice as possible. She tried to break the kiss, but he held her mouth with his until she was lost in a helpless whirl of desire. She didn't dare struggle too much for fear of the other couple hearing, and then she felt she might involuntarily be drawn into the obscene activities. Still, the thought of Don peacefully sleeping nearby in the adjoining cabana made her feel resentful of her new husband. She wouldn't have gotten into any of this if he hadn't gone to sleep! The very idea of Don so nearby while she peered in at Jack's wife making lewd love with a Mexican waiter was too much for her tortured mind. She tried to gasp for breath, her eyes tightly shut as though to block everything out, to make it go away. But Jack's fingers playing insistently with her breasts and the hardness of his lust-swollen cock thrusting up between the mounds of her buttocks brought soft moans of excitement from her throat.
"You'll love it. You're just the type for it!" Jack muttered, and Carolyn was filled with a loathing for the man. To suggest that she was anything but a normal young American girl… a woman now, for she was already married, was extremely distasteful to Carolyn. Even though she realized that she was in a compromising situation, it still seemed that she could somehow justify it to the invisible Gods that be.
"I wouldn't! Don't say such things!" she protested. But the lewd delicious feelings still rippled across the surfaces of her breasts.
"Peggy will just love bringing you out, too!" Jack continued, and he chuckled softly as his hand moved from her breast to slide down the front of her dress. Then she felt him beginning to bunch up the material so that his fingers came into hot searing contact with the softness of her naked flesh beneath the dress.
"Bet you'll never be happy with doing it with just one person again!" Jack's low voice seemed to burn itself into her consciousness.
Then a thrill of desire spread across the flesh of her loins as she felt his finger slowly slipping upward to find the narrow sensitive slit of her seeping pussy. Gently he thrust into it, parting the soft hairs that covered it and making sudden exciting contact with the pulsating tip of her clitoris. She was wet and slippery down there from the fucking he'd given her before, and her new excitation had only created a veritable flood of warm moisture between her thighs. The twenty-one year old bride sucked in her breath tightly and held back the groan of pleasure that she wanted to emit. She found that her hips began to squirm in involuntary rhythm to his finger slipping within the heated folds of her hair-rimmed pussy.
"Open up a little wider. Let me get in," Jack commanded.
It was then that Carolyn felt something like a dam bursting inside her. She could no longer fight the raging desire that Jack's finger was creating in her palpitating cunt, and that coupled with the thoroughly obscene sight of his wife and the waiter combined to set her entire being afire with a lustful rage.
Lewdly, the young blonde spread her legs wide for his rummaging fingers, executing an indecent motion with her hips that signaled impatiently to him that she wanted more. Obligingly, she felt her neighbor's fingers increasing their wet slippery tempo within the folds of her seething cunt, and then two fingers wormed their way into the tight ring of her vagina, rising upward into the clasping channel to torment her still further. Then something happened that created an intense alarm within her, but which finally only served to add to her already considerable arousal. Jack got down on his knees in front of her between her parted legs, and while she continued to watch the sensual activities between his wife and another man, he wormed and thrust two and then three fingers into the widening orifice of her streaming pussy!
Never had she felt anything like it. He was down there on the floor of the terrace, under her skirt, his lips nibbling at the insides of her thighs while his fingers writhed upward against her clinging cuntal walls. The blonde girl felt overwhelmed by sheer, raw lust as she stood with her long legs spread as wide apart as possible, her own fingers grasping the edge of the window as she peered in and Jack's fingers plundered her secret sex. The fact that he was down in front of her, invisible to her, made it all the more disturbing, for it was as if an anonymous hand were touching her there, making her feel like she was melting inside!
The disturbed wife opened her eyes once more and saw that inside the room Peggy was riding the waiter's glistening cock with a mad fervor. Her hollowing buttocks lifted several inches above the prone Mexican and then she would plunge herself downward trying to absorb the entirety of his upward thrusting penis. Her beautiful flexing buttocks began a frenzied attack that made it seem as though the Mexican couldn't possibly last much longer.
But still he held out, and Carolyn couldn't help thinking about how nice it would be to feel that rising staff of flesh high up inside her. She couldn't stop a fleeting feeling of jealousy toward Jack's wife who was driving the Mexican waiter wild. After all, couldn't she make him respond even more? Carolyn listened as the redheaded woman inside the room began to mouth obscenities at the waiter while she squirmed lewdly in the throes of passion above him. The dirty words made her feel that exciting tingle again; God, it was exciting!
The blonde wife began to watch with complete absorption as the waiter's hand curled beneath the redhead's pumping buttocks and the tip of his index finger circled teasingly the puckered opening of her anus. Carolyn remembered that Jack's wife had said she liked to be touched there, and evidently the Mexican remembered it too, for he played there for a long while, titillating the entire area between Peggy's ass-cheeks, until suddenly his middle finger slipped through the protective fleshy ring and disappeared inside. Peggy ground down upon it and the Mexican's hand disappeared as the excited redhead sat on it, wriggling back and forth, her legs kicking out, toes curling with pleasure as she felt it rising into her clenching rectum while the waiter's sturdy cock throbbed high against her womb.
"Oh God, oh God!" Peggy cried, shaking her head wildly in counter tempo to the writhing of her hips. "Oh Christ, you fucker!"
Now, suddenly, Jack's wife and the waiter started rolling over again, and for several jerking strokes they were gyrating against each other as they lay upon their sides. Then the bronze-skinned Mexican let the long length of his cock slip from the redhead's flaring pussy and he scrambled on top of her, reaching up and thrusting her legs high over her head so that the entire surface of her spread pussy and ass-cheeks was presented to him. Then he lunged forward with a Spanish curse and began to hammer into the soft giving cunt before him.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh! You Mexican cocksucker! You sure can fuck!" Peggy cried, spurring him on.
Carolyn through her own haze of desire saw the Mexican, Carlos, quicken his thrusts, hot and pulsating and deep, as Peggy thrashed her body beneath him. She was ready to cum, and he grunted and groaned, grinding hard and deep so that his frenzied penis bored far up into the hidden untouched recesses of the red-haired wife's womb. He was watching as the woman's breasts heaved and quivered below him and then suddenly he shuddered against her.
"AAAaaaaaaaaah!" he gasped, pulling back and then surging hurriedly further forward. Peggy shivered beneath him.
"Cream into me. Cream into my cum!" she grunted lewdly.
Then the Mexican felt the woman's burning hot pussy flowering open around his climaxing cock and warm gushes of increased wetness met the spurting jets of his pistoning cock. He thrust faster, wanting the "gringa" to remember this moment for the rest of her life. He felt her jerk up toward him as the lips of her working cunt sucked at his straining penis until he felt milked completely dry. Below him her breath came in short desperate gasps as he thrust in deep again and then fell forward onto her nakedly vibrating body.
"Oooh lover… You're good! Verrrry goood!" Peggy purred, contentedly.
Outside the bedroom at the window, Carolyn's thighs began to spasmodically open and close against the sides of Jack's head. His tongue had slipped out to lick at her throbbing clitoris while his fingers continued their up-thrusting motions into her defenselessly aroused pussy. She knew she was on the brink and she wanted to stop it, knowing she would make far too much noise. But her climax came anyway as Jack gave an extra flick of his tongue and moved his fingers sideways within the tightly clasping channel of the new bride's twitching cunt. Her blonde head snapped backward as the cords in her neck stood out. Carolyn's face contorted as a low guttural scream rumbled deep in her throat, choked off at the last moment by a long soulful gasp of fulfillment.
She couldn't help herself. "AAaaaaaaah… Ooooooo…!" The young blonde felt that she had come close to fainting as the overpowering climax took hold of her, and as she felt Jack's fingers leaving her moist spasming pussy, she wanted to cry out to him, "More! More!" but as she opened her eyes halfway she saw that the people in the room, Jack's wife and the Mexican, were looking curiously toward the window. They had heard!
Jack stood next to her, holding her around the waist, his face wet from the moisture of her hungry pussy, a brilliant smile illuminating his features.
"Let's go in," he said. And somehow Carolyn knew that she was going to do it. That she wanted to do it. A glance into the room told her that Peggy was heading toward the door while the Mexican waited on the bed.
It was then that Don's voice startled her.
"Carolyn… are you out there? Are you all right?"
A look of abject fear on her face, Carolyn jumped away from Jack and started toward her cabana, running down the steps and heading for the short flight of her own house. Jack looked after her and shrugged. Looking down, he picked up the wet panties and brassiere that had long since been forgotten, and handed them to his wife just as she opened the door to see what was going on.
"Here," he said, "This is for our collection!"
Peggy handled the flimsy undergarments and beckoned with her head. "Come on in and tell us all about it. You'll like Carlos; he's our kind of people!" she said, smiling contentedly.
"Does your toe still hurt, darling?" It was morning and Don looked over at his wife with concern. He never should have gone to sleep on her like that. She'd looked all upset when she came in from her walk outside. He should have known Carolyn wanted him to stay awake at least a little longer after their night on the town.
As Carolyn muttered sleepily beside him, Don was glad that he had awakened when he heard her cry. She had stubbed her toe, walking out there in the dark all by herself, and Don felt that it was somehow all his fault.
He looked at his wife's sleeping features with a mixture of pride and concern. What a lucky man he was, he thought once more.
By the time Carolyn awoke it was long past noon, and Don had been up and about for some time.
"Guess what, darling?" he said as she brushed her long golden hair before the mirror.
"What?" she asked, cautiously.
"We're going to have the pool all to ourselves for a while. Our neighbors checked out this morning."
"They never used it when we did anyway," Carolyn replied softly, reflectively.
"Yes, I know, but it makes me feel more alone with you with them gone. I hope nobody else checks in!"
"You're right, love," Carolyn said, suddenly smiling. The best thing to do, she decided, was simply to forget about the whole thing. Nothing like that would certainly ever happen again!