Shy Wife on Holiday Ch. 01

I don't like condoms and I knew from pillow talk with Tony that his ultimate fantasy for me to return to with another man's cum in my pussy and then he would get to add his load as well. I nodded, mumbled OK and we kissed again.

I was expecting more kissing and caressing, but when we broke from that first kiss, Greg surprised me by easing both my shoulder straps down and then tugging at the top half of my dress so that my breasts were exposed. His head went down and I gasped as he began to lick and suck at my breasts. One tug and my dress was a pool of material round my feet and I was stood there in just a pair of lacy panties and my sandals.

I quickly unbuttoned Greg's top, threw that to one side, then tugged at his belt. Once that was undone, I pulled his zip down and reached inside. This was a big moment for me. If you discounted the sad loser who had flashed at me when I was a teenager, then Tony's was really the only cock I'd ever seen or felt. I could feel the outline of Greg's cock through his briefs; not surprisingly he was erect (I'd have felt insulted if he hadn't been).

I rubbed him a couple of times, then tugged the waistband of his briefs down, which had the desired effect of making his cock spring into view. I do like the heat and strength of an erect prick, there's something very primitive about one, and of course I knew Greg's would soon be inside me and in due course would be filling my pussy with sperm.

His right hand was between my thighs, rubbing me through my panties and then I gasped as he pulled them to one side and slipped first one and then two fingers into me. Greg was obviously impatient to be inside me because he guided me towards the bed, pulled my knickers off, then hurriedly removed the rest of his clothing.

Looking back we rather rushed things, but I guess that was inevitable given the passion and excitement we felt. I spread my legs, Greg moved above me, then I felt his cock probing for my pussy. I reached down, adjusted his aim, my cunt lips parted and I was deliciously wet, so he slid easily into my depths.

At first he fucked me with a gentle, rhythmic motion, but I dug my nails into his backside and scratched lightly which encouraged him to thrust harder. I must have been very excited because even though we hadn't been fucking for long I could feel the first waves of an approaching orgasm.

I locked my legs over his back and urged him to fuck me harder and then I was shuddering and gasping as the most intense orgasm I had experienced for a long time racked through my body.

My stifled cries and passionate movements clearly got to Greg because suddenly his body locked tight, he groaned, then I felt his prick jerk and jerk as he fired his sperm into my pussy.

Our bodies were almost fused into one and we lay together for what felt like a long time, but probably wasn't really. I knew I ought to head back to Tony, so I asked Greg if he would move and rather reluctantly he eased himself to one side.

He was obviously disappointed that I was leaving so quickly, but all I'd been wearing was a dress, panties and sandals, so it only took a few seconds for me to get dressed. I gave him one last kiss and then I was out of the door and headed back to our room.

Once, when Tony was working away on business, we had sexted each other and he'd said that the thought of me returning to him with wet panties because another man's sperm was leaking out of me was a very sexy one. Somewhat to my surprise I did find it a very erotic thought, but had never imagined that scenario would become reality, yet now here I was in that very situation.

I hadn't wiped myself, so by the time I reached our room quite a bit of Greg's sperm had leaked out of me and my panties were wet through. It felt a bit uncomfortable, but it was also exciting confirmation that I was now an experienced woman.

I entered our room as quietly as I could. A single bedside lamp was on and Tony was sat up in bed. I kicked my sandals off, pulled my dress off over my head and slid into bed next to Tony. I told him to turn the lamp off, which he quickly did. I then took his hand and guided it between my legs.

"Feel how wet I am."

Tony kissed me passionately, all the while still stroking me through my wet panties. We had role played this scenario several times, so in effect I was thoroughly rehearsed in what my husband wanted me to say. I broke from the kiss and whispered in his ear.

"He fucked me and he didn't use a condom. He said he was clean and I trusted him, so I let him ride me bareback and cum in my pussy."

My hand slid down to his groin and his rock hard erection confirmed how excited he was.

"Does that turn you on. Do you like the fact that another man fucked me?" Without waiting for an answer I continued. "Would you like to add your sperm to the load that's in your wife's sweet married pussy?"

He tugged frantically at my knickers and I helped him to pull them off. Now it was his turn to move above me and position his cock against my cunt lips. He paused as if savouring the moment, then slowly, gently he penetrated. I was extremely wet so he slid easily into me. I was intrigued to know how it felt; did it feel any different to him?

"Is that nice?" I asked.

"Nice, it's fucking gorgeous. Your pussy is so hot and wet I don't think I'm going to last very long. Did you enjoy it?" he gasped.

"Yes I did, it was very nice."

"Better than me?" he asked. Here was the challenge, the risk to his ego. Fortunately I was able to give a truthful answer.

"No, he wasn't better than you, but it did feel different. I can't really describe it, but I knew it wasn't you fucking me."

"Did he have a bigger cock than me?" Tony suddenly blurted out. I almost laughed at that - why do men worry so much about size?

"No, he was about the same size as you, but he had a nice prick and he knew how to use it." I paused and then gave Tony the dirty talk which I know he likes, and which if I'm honest I also enjoy. "Do you think I'm a slut?"

"Yes I do, but you're my slut and I'm going to reclaim you."

"Go on then," I urged him. "Do it, fuck me like the slut I am and cum in my pussy."

The pace of his thrusts increased, then there was one last brutal thrust and I locked my heels behind his back as he added his sperm to the store already in my lustful pussy.

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Breakfast the next morning was a particularly slow and lazy affair. We kept exchanging little looks and smiles in unspoken recognition of the events of last night. I had thought I might feel guilty, but fortunately I didn't. There was a small part of me that regretted the fact that I could no longer say that the only man I had ever slept with was my husband. But another part of me enjoyed the fact that I was an experienced woman, that I now knew what it felt like to have another man's prick in my pussy and to have another man's sperm inside me.

When we had almost finished Tony suggested that tomorrow afternoon we might want to take another walk in the Menacha valley, but this time we could take a picnic with us. That was fine by me. One of the staff had recommended it to us and it turned out to be just as quiet and peaceful as he said it would be. Then Tony added another suggestion.

"Tomorrow is Greg's last full day. Why don't we ask him if he would like to join us?"