Chapter 1: Introduction
"Mr. and Mrs. North, welcome to Club Paradiso. I see we have you down for a three night stay with us. Now, we just had check out, so the resort is actually empty, you came at the right time, it won't get busy until tomorrow, so you pretty much have the staff at your disposal. Your room isn't ready yet, housekeeping is still cleaning. But, you can change in our changing rooms near the pool, and get into your bathing suits, if you brought them and enjoy lounging pool side. One of our servers will bring you whatever refreshments you need," Colin, the front desk agent, said to the couple as he checked them into the resorts.
"If you need anything else, just let us know. We're here to make your stay as comfortable as possible. Enjoy your time with us."
"Thank you, Colin," Vanessa said with a warm smile. She slipped her arm around Peter's waist and squeezed. "We're looking forward to it."
"Absolutely," Peter agreed, his voice low and smooth. He glanced at Vanessa, his eyes lingering on the way her fingers curled possessively into the fabric of his shirt. He loved the way she touched him—always confident, always claiming.
They gave their bags to the valet service, and Vanessa held onto a smaller shoulder bag. She opened it up and handed Peter a dark blue speedo. "Here you go honey, " said as she handed him the speedo. "I'll change and see you out by the pool!" she said and walked into the women's changing room.
The resort was empty, so she was alone. She took off her clothes and slipped into her bikini. She looked at herself in the mirror. She was wearing a red bikini that hugged her curves perfectly. The top was a deep red, with a plunging neckline that showed off her full breasts. The bottoms were high-cut, barely covering her ass. She looked hot, and she knew it.
She walked out of the changing room and into the pool area. The sun was shining, and the water was crystal clear. She walked over to a lounge chair and laid down on it. She closed her eyes and let the sun warm her skin. Her pussy was already wet and starting to darken the crotch of her bikini bottoms.
She could feel the heat between her legs, the slickness of her arousal. The sun was warm, but it was nothing compared to the fire that was building inside her. She knew Peter would be out soon, and the thought of him seeing her like this made her even more turned on.
She reached down and slid her fingers under the fabric of her bikini, finding her clit already swollen and sensitive. She let out a soft moan as she began to rub herself, her hips lifting slightly off the lounge chair. The sound of the water lapping at the pool's edge mixed with her quiet gasps, creating a symphony of pleasure. She was already wet and juicy, her fingers moving across her lips made an audible squishy sound.
Peter emerged from the changing room in his blue speedos. As he walked by he could see the dampness on the front of Vanessa's bathing suit. "Damn! Your pussy is wet already?" he exclaimed.
His voice was low, husky with surprise and arousal. He could see the way her bikini bottoms clung to her pussy lips, the fabric darkened with her wetness. The sight of her fingers moving beneath the thin material, the way her hips twitched ever so slightly, sent a jolt straight to his cock. He could already feel himself hardening in his speedos, the tight fabric straining against his thickening length.
Vanessa didn’t stop. She kept rubbing herself, her eyes half-lidded as she looked up at him. "Mmm, I couldn’t help it," she purred, her voice thick with desire. Vanessa undid the strings of her bikini bottoms and they naturally fell open. "Eat my out, right here, right now" she told Peter. Peter's eyes widened. "right here in public? What if someone walks by?" Peter whispered. " I don't care!" Vanessa said and spread her pussy open, Peter could see inside her.
The pink folds of her cunt glistening with her arousal, the little pearl of her clit peeking out from its hood. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, musky and sweet, filling the air around them. Peter's cock throbbed in his speedos, the tip already leaking precum. He looked around the pool area, making sure no one was coming. The resort was empty, and the sun was high in the sky, casting long shadows that made it hard to see into the corners of the pool area. He knelt down on the concrete next to the lounge chair, his heart pounding in his chest.
He dove in and immediately started sucking on her clit.
The moment his tongue touched her, Vanessa let out a low, guttural moan, her fingers tangling in his hair. "Fuck, yes, just like that," she gasped, her hips bucking against his mouth. Peter's tongue swirled around her clit, flicking it with just the right pressure, his lips sealing around it as he sucked gently. The wet sounds of his mouth on her pussy filled the air, mingling with her breathy whimpers.
Vanessa’s thighs trembled as she spread her legs wider, giving him better access. His hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into her soft flesh as he devoured her.
The taste of her—sweet, musky, intoxicating—made his cock ache. He sucked her clit harder, his tongue pressing flat against it before flicking it rapidly, making her gasp and writhe beneath him.
"Oh fuck, Peter, right there—don’t stop!" Vanessa moaned, her back arching off the lounge chair. Her fingers twisted in his hair, pulling him closer, forcing his mouth deeper into her wetness. The way she was panting, the way her thighs trembled around his head, told him she was close.
He slid two fingers inside her, curling them upward to stroke that perfect spot while his tongue never stopped working her clit.
Vanessa’s breath hitched, her nails scraping against his scalp as she ground her pussy against his face. "Fuck, fuck—*fuck*, Peter, I’m gonna come—" she gasped, her voice breaking into a desperate whine.
Peter didn’t let up. He fucked her with his fingers, his knuckles pressing deep inside her slick cunt, his tongue lashing her clit in relentless circles. The wet, obscene sounds of her arousal filled the air—sloppy, filthy, *perfect*. He could feel her tightening around his fingers, her inner walls fluttering as she teetered on the edge.
His tongue pressed harder against her clit, swirling in tight, merciless circles, and Vanessa’s breath came in ragged gasps, her body tensing like a drawn bowstring.
"Oh—*fuck*—Peter—!" she cried out, her voice raw and desperate.
Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, her back arching violently off the lounge chair as her pussy clenched around his fingers. A flood of wetness gushed from her, soaking his hand and dripping down his wrist. He didn’t stop—he kept licking, kept fucking her with his fingers, drawing out every last shuddering wave of her climax.
Her thighs clamped around his head, her pussy pulsing against his tongue, and he groaned into her, the vibration making her whimper. The taste of her—sweet, thick, *perfect*—coated his lips, and he lapped at her like a man starving.
When her tremors finally slowed, she collapsed back onto the lounge chair, her chest heaving, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat. Peter sat back on his heels, his cock straining painfully against his speedos, the fabric wet with precum.
"Fuck, Peter," Vanessa panted, her fingers still tangled in his hair.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her nipples stiff peaks beneath the thin fabric of her bikini top. The sun beat down on them, the heat making their skin glisten with sweat, but neither of them cared. The only thing that mattered was the raw, animal hunger between them.
Peter sat back on his heels, his lips glistening with her juices, his cock throbbing in his speedos. The sight of her spread out before him—her pussy still swollen and glistening, her thighs trembling—made his mouth water. He wanted more. He wanted *all* of her.
"Turn over," he growled, his voice rough with need.
"I want to fuck you right here, right now. I don’t give a shit if someone sees us."
Vanessa’s breath hitched, her green eyes darkening with lust. She didn’t hesitate. With a slow, deliberate roll of her hips, she turned onto her stomach, her ass rising slightly as she arched her back. The red bikini bottoms were still undone, the fabric barely clinging to her hips, the dampness between her thighs glistening in the sunlight. She glanced back at him over her shoulder, her lips parted, her tongue darting out to wet them.
"Like this?" she purred, her voice thick with desire.
Peter nodded his head as he pulled down his speedos to his ankles.
His cock sprang out, thick and hard, the veins pulsing with every beat of his heart. The tip was slick with precum, glistening under the sun. He grabbed his cock and stroked it a few times, his hand sliding easily over the wetness. He couldn’t wait to be inside her.
Vanessa watched him over her shoulder, her eyes locked on his cock. She bit her lower lip, her fingers digging into the fabric of the lounge chair. "Fuck me, Peter," she whispered, her voice thick with need. "Fuck me right here, right now."
Peter didn’t need to be told twice.
He stepped closer to the lounge chair, his cock bobbing heavily between his legs, the thick head already weeping with anticipation. The heat of the sun beat down on his back, but it was nothing compared to the fire that burned inside him. He grabbed Vanessa’s hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass, and pulled her back toward him.
"Spread your legs," he commanded, his voice rough and low.
Vanessa obeyed, her thighs parting slightly, her pussy lips peeking out from between them, still swollen and glistening from her earlier orgasm.
The scent of her arousal hung thick in the air, musky and intoxicating, mixing with the salty tang of sweat on her skin. She could feel Peter’s eyes on her, burning into her flesh like a brand, and it made her pussy clench with anticipation.
"Fuck, you're so wet," Peter groaned, his voice a low rumble as he ran his thumb along her slit, gathering the slickness there. He brought his thumb to his mouth, tasting her again, and Vanessa let out a soft whimper at the sight.
"You taste like fucking heaven," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "And I'm going to fuck you like you deserve."
Peter lined himself up, the thick head of his cock pressing against her slick entrance. The heat of her pussy radiated against his skin, and he could feel her trembling with anticipation. He teased her for a second, rubbing the tip of his cock up and down her slit, coating himself in her wetness.
"Stop teasing me," Vanessa gasped, her fingers clawing at the fabric of the lounge chair. "Just fuck me already."
Peter chuckled darkly, the sound low and dangerous. He sank his cock to the base into her pussy.
He felt her tightness as he entered her. He could feel every inch of her pussy as it wrapped around his cock. He could feel her wetness as it coated his cock. He could feel her heat as it enveloped him. He could feel her tightness as it squeezed him. He could feel her wetness as it coated his cock. He could feel her heat as it enveloped him. He could feel her tightness as it squeezed him. He could feel her wetness as it coated his cock. He could feel her heat as it enveloped him. He could feel her tightness as it squeezed him.
Peter groaned as he bottomed out inside her, his hips pressing flush against the soft globes of her ass. As he started to rhythmically slide in and out of her, a young waiter walked out of the main building, holding a tray with two drinks. His eye widened at what he saw, but he said nothing. Instead, he put down the drinks and opened up the button on his khakis and pulled the zipper down. He pulled up his polo shirt over his pecs and pushed his khaki shorts to the floor. He stood in front of Vanessa, presenting his cock to her while Peter fucked her from behind.
"Would you like to suck my cock?" he asked Vanessa. Vanessa looked at Peter and he nodded his head. "Yes, I would love to suck your cock," Vanessa said. The young waiter stepped closer, his cock bobbing slightly with each step. It was thick and veiny, the tip already glistening with precum. Vanessa licked her lips in anticipation.
Peter's thrusts grew harder, his hips slamming into her ass with each powerful stroke. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed around the pool area, mingling with the wet, obscene noises of their fucking.
The young waiter’s cock bobbed inches from Vanessa’s face, the thick shaft pulsing with every beat of his heart. She could see the glistening bead of precum at the tip, the veins bulging along the length of him. Her mouth watered, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
"Fuck, yes," the waiter groaned, his voice tight with need. "Suck it, baby. Just like that."
Vanessa didn’t hesitate. She wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock, feeling the heat of him against her palm, the way his skin stretched tight over the rigid length. She leaned forward, her lips parting, and took him into her mouth.
The moment her tongue touched the underside of his cock, the waiter let out a sharp hiss, his fingers tangling in her hair. "Fuck—*yes*—just like that," he groaned, his hips twitching involuntarily.
Vanessa hollowed her cheeks, taking him deeper, her lips sealing around the thick shaft as she bobbed her head. The taste of him—salty, musky, and rich with the tang of his arousal—filled her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head, teasing the sensitive underside before pulling back just enough to let a string of saliva connect her lips to his tip. Then she took him again, this time letting him hit the back of her throat.
The waiter’s cock pulsed against her tongue, the thick veins throbbing as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked him deeper. A guttural groan tore from his throat, his fingers tightening in her hair as he fucked her mouth with short, desperate thrusts.
"Fuck—*fuck*, that’s good," he gasped, his voice rough with need. "Take it all, baby.
Vanessa moaned around his cock, the vibration making him shudder. She could feel Peter’s hands gripping her hips harder, his thrusts growing more erratic as he watched her take another man’s cock into her mouth.
The sound of his balls slapping against her ass filled the air, mingling with the wet, sloppy noises of her lips around the waiter’s shaft.
"Goddamn, look at you," Peter growled, his voice a low, possessive rumble. "Taking his cock like a good little slut while I fuck that tight pussy of yours."
Vanessa moaned around the waiter’s cock, the vibrations making him curse under his breath. She could feel Peter’s cock swelling inside her, his thrusts growing deeper, more insistent. The waiter’s fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her head as he fucked her mouth with short, sharp thrusts.
His cock pulsed against her tongue, the thick veins throbbing as she hollowed her cheeks and took him deeper. "Fuck—*fuck*, that’s good," he groaned, his voice rough with need.
Vanessa’s pussy clenched around Peter’s cock as she moaned around the waiter’s shaft, the vibrations making him shudder. She could feel Peter’s hands gripping her hips harder, his thrusts growing more erratic as he watched her take another man’s cock into her mouth. The sound of his balls slapping against her ass filled the air, mingling with the wet, sloppy noises of her lips around the waiter’s shaft.
"You wanna fuck my wife's pussy? We can switch and she can suck me while you fuck her," Peter asked the young waiter.
"I want to see her lips wrapped around my cock while you fuck her tight little cunt. I want to see her take us both at the same time."
The waiter nodded eagerly, his eyes dark with lust. "Fuck yes," he growled, his voice thick with need. He pulled his cock from Vanessa’s mouth with a wet *pop*, a string of saliva connecting her lips to the swollen head before snapping. He stepped back, his cock bobbing heavily between his legs, the tip glistening with her saliva and his own precum.
Vanessa whimpered at the loss of him, her lips still parted, her tongue darting out to wet them. As the men exchanged places and passed by each other, Peter smacked the waiter's muscle butt and gave him a wink, as he positioned himself in front of Vanessa for her to start sucking his cock.
The waiter's cock was throbbing, dripping with precum, and he couldn’t wait to bury himself inside Vanessa’s tight, wet cunt.
Vanessa’s lips parted eagerly as Peter stepped in front of her, his cock already hard and glistening with precum. She wrapped her fingers around the base, feeling the heat of him against her palm, the way his skin stretched tight over the rigid length. She leaned forward, her tongue darting out to lick the bead of precum from his tip before taking him into her mouth.
The waiter didn’t waste any time. He positioned himself behind her, his cock pressing against her slick entrance.
He teased her for a second, rubbing the thick head of his cock up and down her slit, coating himself in her wetness.
"Fuck, you’re *dripping*," the waiter groaned, his voice rough with need. "Look at this pretty little cunt, all swollen and ready for me."
Vanessa moaned around Peter’s cock, the vibrations making him curse under his breath. She could feel the waiter’s fingers digging into her hips, his breath hot against her skin as he lined himself up.
With one sharp thrust, he buried himself inside her.
Vanessa cried out around Peter’s cock, the sound muffled by the thick shaft in her mouth. The waiter’s cock was thick, stretching her pussy in a way that made her eyes roll back. He bottomed out inside her, his hips pressing flush against her ass, and she could feel every inch of him pulsing inside her.
"Fuck, you’re so tight," the waiter groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as he began to fuck her in slow, deep strokes. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the air, mingling with the wet, obscene noises of their fucking.
The waiter’s cock pounded into Vanessa’s pussy, each thrust making her gasp around Peter’s shaft. Her lips stretched wide around him, her tongue swirling over the thick veins that pulsed with his arousal. Peter groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair as he guided her head, fucking her mouth in time with the waiter’s relentless rhythm.
"Look at her take us both," Peter growled, his voice rough with lust. "Such a fucking slut for cock."
Vanessa whimpered, her pussy clenching around the waiter’s shaft as she sucked Peter deeper. Peter smiled at the waiter and they gave each other a high five over Vanessa's body as they fucked her at both ends, in her mouth and her pussy.
The waiter was fucking her pussy with long, deep strokes, his cock sliding in and out of her tight, wet cunt with a wet, sloppy sound. Vanessa moaned around Peter's cock, her lips stretched wide around the thick shaft as she sucked him eagerly. Peter's fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her head as he fucked her mouth in time with the waiter's thrusts.
The waiter's cock was thick and veiny, the head swollen and glistening with her juices. He could feel her pussy clenching around him, her inner walls squeezing him tightly as he pounded into her.
He could feel her wetness coating his cock, her juices dripping down his balls. He could feel her heat enveloping him, her body trembling beneath him. He could feel her tightness gripping him, her pussy milking him for every last drop of pleasure.
Vanessa’s mouth was a warm, wet paradise, her tongue swirling around Peter’s cock as she sucked him deep. The taste of him—salty, musky, intoxicating—filled her senses, making her pussy clench even tighter around the waiter’s shaft. She moaned around Peter’s cock, the vibrations making him groan and grip her hair harder.
Peter reached over and wiped the sweat off of the waiter's toned pecs as he pounding in and out of Vanessa.
"You're fucking my wife's pussy so good," Peter said to the waiter as he watched his cock disappear into Vanessa's tight pussy. The waiter smiled and nodded his head as he continued to fuck her.
Vanessa moaned around Peter's cock as she felt the waiter's cock hit her cervix. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through her body, making her pussy clench around the waiter's shaft. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing as she sucked Peter's cock deeper into her mouth.
The waiter's fingers dug into her hips, his nails leaving little crescent marks on her skin. "Let's switch again" Peter said, and the men walked past each other again, switching places on either side of Vanessa. As Peter passed, this time he grabbed the waiters cock and gave it a few strokes. "I see my wife made you just as wet as she did my cock" Peter said. Vanessa noticed that her husband had grabbed the waiter's cock. "Naughty boy" she said with a laugh, as Peter repositioned himself behind her, and the waiter stood in front of her again.
She licked her lips, her tongue darting out to wet them as she stared at the waiter’s thick cock. It was still glistening with her juices, the veins bulging along the length of him, the tip swollen and dark with arousal. She could see the way it twitched, the way it pulsed with every beat of his heart.
Peter didn’t waste any time. He grabbed Vanessa’s hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass as he lined himself up. The head of his cock pressed against her slick entrance, and he groaned at the heat radiating from her pussy. "Fuck, you’re *dripping*," he growled, his voice rough with need. As Peter pumped in and out of her again, she pulled her mouth off the waiters cock and started licking his big balls.
"Fuck, yes, lick my balls, baby," the waiter groaned, his fingers tangling in Vanessa's hair as she lapped at his heavy sac. She could feel the weight of them in her mouth, the way they shifted as she rolled them with her tongue. The taste of him—salty, musky, and rich with the tang of his arousal—filled her senses, making her pussy clench around Peter's cock. Peter reached forward and grabbed the waiters cock as Vanessa licked his balls. "This is a nice cock, dude" he said as he stroked it as he continued to fuck Vanessa.
"I can see why my wife likes it so much." Peter's fingers wrapped around the waiter's thick shaft, feeling the heat and weight of it in his palm. He gave it a slow, deliberate stroke, his thumb swiping over the swollen head to smear the bead of precum that had formed there. The waiter groaned, his hips twitching involuntarily as Peter’s grip tightened.
Vanessa moaned around the waiter’s balls, the vibration making him shudder. She could feel Peter’s cock pounding into her from behind, his hips slamming against her ass with each powerful thrust. The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the air, mingling with the wet, obscene noises of their fucking.
The waiter’s cock throbbed in Peter’s grip, the veins pulsing with each stroke as Vanessa’s tongue swirled around his heavy balls. The taste of him—salty, musky, and thick with arousal—filled her mouth, making her pussy clench around Peter’s cock.
"Fuck, yeah, just like that," the waiter groaned, his fingers tightening in Vanessa’s hair as she sucked one of his balls into her mouth, rolling it gently with her tongue. "Suck them, baby. Make them nice and wet for me."
Peter’s grip on the waiter’s cock tightened as he stroked it, his thumb swiping over the swollen head, smearing the precum that had beaded there.
"Get over here, lets both lick my wife's pussy at the same time," Peter said to the waiter. The waiter looked confused. "But won't our tongues touch each other if we are both licking her at the same time?" the waiter asked.
"You want us to lick your wife's pussy at the same time? That's fucking hot, man," the waiter said. Peter pulled out of Vanessa and the waiter got on his knees in front of her. He spread her pussy lips apart with his fingers and leaned in, his tongue flicking out to lick her clit. Vanessa moaned, her fingers tangling in the waiter's hair as he licked her. Peter got beside the waiter and leaned in and started licking Vanessa's pussy the same time that the waiter was licking. Their tongues explored her clit and her lips, expectedly touching their tongues together too.
Vanessa's legs trembled as she stood there in front of them, her pussy dripping wet from their combined efforts. The waiter's tongue was long and flat, pressing against her clit with just the right amount of pressure, while Peter's tongue was more pointed, flicking against her folds and teasing her entrance. The sensation of both of their tongues on her pussy at the same time was overwhelming, making her knees weak and her breath come in ragged gasps.
"Oh, fuck—*fuck*—that feels so good," Vanessa moaned, her fingers tightening in their hair as she ground her pussy against their faces.
The two men licked her in perfect sync, their tongues working in tandem—Peter’s flicking her clit while the waiter lapped at her slick folds, their mouths wet and hungry.
The air was thick with the scent of sex—sweat, musk, and the thick, intoxicating aroma of Vanessa’s arousal. The sun beat down on them, making their skin glisten, and the sounds of their fucking echoed around the empty pool area.
"Goddamn, look at her," Peter growled, his voice rough with lust as he pulled back just enough to watch the waiter’s tongue press deep into her pussy.
The sight of another man’s mouth between her thighs made his cock throb, his fingers tightening in the waiter’s hair. "Eat that cunt like you mean it. Make her come all over your fucking face."
Vanessa’s breath hitched as the waiter obeyed, his tongue swirling in tight, relentless circles around her clit while Peter’s fingers spread her open wider, exposing every glistening inch of her. The waiter groaned into her, the vibration sending a jolt straight to her core, and she cried out, her hips bucking against their faces.
"Kiss me, let me taste my wife's pussy juice all over your lips and tongue" Peter said to the waiter.
The waiter looked at him for a second and then leaned in and kissed him. Their tongues explored each other's mouths, tasting Vanessa's pussy juice. Vanessa watched them kiss and then leaned in and kissed both of them. "Fuck, you two are so hot together" she said. "I love watching you kiss while you eat my pussy."
The waiter's tongue was still working Vanessa's clit, but now he was also kissing Peter.
The waiter's lips were soft and warm, his tongue sliding against Peter's in a slow, sensual dance. Peter moaned into the kiss, his fingers tightening in the waiter's hair as he deepened it, tasting Vanessa's pussy on the other man's lips. Vanessa watched them, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she felt the waiter's tongue flicking against her clit, sending jolts of pleasure through her body.
She reached down and grabbed the waiter's cock, stroking it slowly as she watched them kiss. The waiter groaned into Peter's mouth, his hips twitching as Vanessa's fingers wrapped around his thick shaft.
The taste of her pussy was still on their tongues, sweet and musky, their lips slick with each other's spit. Peter's cock throbbed against Vanessa's thigh, pre-cum already leaking from the tip, his balls heavy and tight with need.
"Fuck, I need to be inside her," Peter growled, breaking the kiss to nip at the waiter's lower lip. "How about you fuck my wife's pussy while I fuck her asshole?" Peter suggested.
The waiter didn’t hesitate. He pulled back, his cock bobbing heavily between his legs, the thick shaft glistening with precum. He grabbed Vanessa’s hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he lined himself up.
The head of his cock pressed against her tight, puckered hole, and he groaned at the resistance. "Fuck, you’re so tight," he muttered, his voice rough with need. "Relax for me, baby. Let me in."
Vanessa moaned, her fingers clawing at the lounge chair as she tried to relax. The waiter’s cock was still buried deep inside her pussy, stretching her wide, and the sensation of being filled in both holes made her breath come in ragged gasps.
Peter spat into his palm, slicking his fingers before pressing them against her asshole. He worked them in slowly, scissoring them to stretch her open. He then replaced his fingers with his cock.
His cock was thick and long, and it slid into her asshole with ease. Vanessa moaned loudly as she felt her asshole being filled with Peter's cock. The waiter's cock was still in her pussy, and she could feel both of them inside her at the same time. The sensation was overwhelming, and she could feel her orgasm building.
Her pussy clenched around the waiter’s cock, her asshole squeezing Peter’s shaft as he thrust into her. The waiter’s cock was thick and veiny, the head swollen and glistening with her juices.
Peter’s cock was thick and hard, the veins pulsing with every beat of his heart. The men could feel their balls hitting each other as they slid in and out of her holes.
The waiter’s cock was buried deep in her pussy, his hips slamming against her ass with each powerful thrust. Peter’s cock was deep in her asshole, his balls slapping against the waiter’s with every stroke. The sound of their fucking filled the air—wet, sloppy, and obscene.
Vanessa’s moans grew louder, her fingers clawing at the lounge chair as she felt both of them stretching her open. "Fuck—*fuck*—that’s so good," she gasped, her voice breaking with need. "I can feel both of you inside me. Fuck me harder."
The waiter groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as he pounded into her.
"Fuck, your pussy is so tight," he grunted, his voice rough with need. "I can feel your husband's cock rubbing against mine through the thin wall of your cunt."
Peter’s thrusts grew harder, his hips slamming into her ass with each powerful stroke.
The waiter’s cock throbbed inside her pussy, his thick shaft stretching her wide, the head pressing deep against her cervix. Vanessa could feel every ridge, every vein, as he pounded into her, his balls slapping against Peter’s with each thrust.
"Fuck, you’re taking us both so well," Peter growled, his voice rough with lust. His hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pulled her back onto his cock.
Peter’s cock was deep in her asshole, his balls slapping against the waiter’s with every thrust. The sensation of being filled in both holes made Vanessa’s breath come in ragged gasps. She could feel their cocks rubbing against each other through the thin wall of her cunt, the friction sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core.
"Fuck, you’re so tight," the waiter groaned, his voice rough with need. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" the waiter yelled. "Come on my face!" Vanessa demanded. The waiter pulled his cock out of her pussy, and Peter pulled his out of her face. She sat on the lounge chair with her head back, mouth open, and tongue out, waiting for the waiter's cum as he stroked himself over her face.
His cock was swollen, the veins bulging along the shaft, the head dark and glistening with precum. His hand moved in fast, jerky strokes, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the air.
"Fuck, yeah—*fuck*," he groaned, his voice tight with need. His hips twitched, his balls drawing up tight against his body. "Here it comes, baby. Open that pretty mouth wide."
Vanessa obeyed, her tongue lolling out, her lips parted in anticipation. She could feel the heat of his cock hovering just inches from her face, the tip twitching as he stroked himself faster. The waiter groaned loudly and began shooting rope after rope onto Vanessa's face and into her open mouth. She moaned as each stream of cum hit her face.
The first rope splashed against her lips, thick and hot, coating her tongue as she licked it greedily. The waiter’s cock pulsed in his hand, each spurt landing on her cheeks, her nose, her forehead, dripping down her chin and onto her tits. She opened her mouth wider, trying to catch as much as she could, her tongue swirling around the salty, bitter liquid. The waiter groaned as he emptied himself onto her, his cock twitching with each spurt, his fingers gripping the base tightly as he milked every last drop.
Peter watched, his cock still rock hard, as Vanessa lapped at the cum on her face. He leaned in instinctively and allowed some of the waiters come to hit his face too.
He licked it off of his lips and smiled at the waiter. "Damn, that was hot" he said. "Now it's my turn to cum all over my wife's face." He stepped closer to Vanessa, his cock bobbing with each step. The thick veins pulsed along the shaft, the tip glistening with precum. He grabbed his cock and stroked it, his hand sliding easily over the wetness. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening with each stroke.
Vanessa watched him, her lips parted, her tongue darting out to lick the cum from her face.
The taste of the waiter’s salty release still lingered on her tongue, mixing with the musky scent of sex that hung thick in the air. She could feel the heat of Peter’s body as he stepped closer, his cock bobbing heavily between his legs, the thick veins pulsing with every beat of his heart.
Peter’s hand moved in slow, deliberate strokes, his fingers wrapping tightly around his shaft. The head of his cock was swollen, glistening with precum, the tip already weeping with anticipation. He could see the way Vanessa’s eyes darkened with lust, the way her tongue darted out to wet her lips as she watched him. Peter could feel his body tense and the cum building up, about to explode out of his cock. "Squeeze my ass cheeks as I shoot, it'll make me cum more!" Peter quickly said to the waiter, as he could feel the first stream about to erupt from his cock.
"Squeeze my ass cheeks as I shoot, it'll make me cum more!" The waiter quickly grabbed Peter's ass and squeezed his cheeks together as hard as he could. Peter let out a loud groan as he shot his first stream of cum onto Vanessa's face. The hot, thick ropes of cum landed on her forehead, cheeks, and lips. Vanessa opened her mouth wide and stuck her tongue out, trying to catch as much as she could. The waiter squeezed Peter's ass even harder, milking every last drop out of him. Peter's cock pulsed and twitched as he emptied himself onto his wife's face.
The thick, white ropes of cum splattered across her lips, her nose, her cheeks—some even landing on her tongue as she licked greedily at the air. The waiter's hands gripped Peter's ass, squeezing his cheeks together as he milked him for every last drop, his fingers digging into the firm flesh.
"Fuck, yes—*fuck*," Peter groaned, his voice rough with pleasure as his cock shot his cum all over his wife, with the waiter squeezing his muscle butt. All three stood there, breathing heavy, taking in what had just happened.
Then, Vanessa began laughing, followed by Peter laughing, and the waiter. "Thanks, we enjoyed that!" Peter said to the waiter, reached into his wallet, and gave him a $100 tip. "Thank you!" the waiter said. "I hope you enjoy the drinks I brought you," he said with a smile and walked over to where he had left his khaki shorts on the ground. He pulled them up and then pulled his polo back down over the rest of his chest. "What is your name, by the way? I guess we should know it since you just fucked me," Vanessa said with a laugh.
"It's Miguel."
"Well, Miguel, you're a damn good fuck," Peter said, giving his ass a playful slap as he walked past him. "And you've got a great cock, too. My wife's a lucky girl."
Miguel grinned, his teeth flashing white against his tanned skin. "The pleasure was all mine," he said, his voice a low purr. "I don't usually get to fuck such a beautiful woman—or her husband."
Vanessa let out a breathy laugh, stretching her arms above her head, her tits rising with the movement. "Well, we'll have to make sure you get more opportunities," she said, her voice dripping with promise. Vanessa grabbed a towel and began wiping herself down, all the sweat and cum off her body. Miguel walked back into the main building and Peter bent over to pick up his speedos.
He pulled them back up over his cock and adjusted himself in them. Vanessa was still sitting on the lounge chair, wiping the cum off of her face with a towel. She stood up and walked over to the drinks that Miguel had left for them. "I'm going to take a sip of this champagne" she said, picking up the glass and taking a long drink. "Mmm, this is good," she said, licking her lips. "You should try it." She handed the glass to Peter, who took a sip and handed it back to her. They sat down on the lounge chair together, Vanessa snuggling up to Peter. She put her tits back into her bikini top and then put her bikini bottoms back on.
Both Peter and Vanessa sighed, smiled at each other, then looked out over the entire resort. It was beautiful.
The resort stretched out before them, a sprawling paradise of white sand and turquoise water, the sun hanging low in the sky, painting everything in gold and amber. The air smelled of salt and jasmine, the distant hum of laughter and music drifting from the main building. Vanessa leaned into Peter, her body still humming from the raw, filthy fucking they’d just shared with Miguel. She could still feel the ghost of his hands on her hips, the way his cock had stretched her open, the way his cum had splattered across her face, hot and thick.
She took another sip of champagne, the bubbles fizzing against her tongue, the cool glass pressing against her lips.
Another young man approached them, this one was in long pants and a button up shirt. "Mr. and Mrs. North, your room is ready. I can walk you to it." His voice was smooth, polished, but there was something in his eyes—a flicker of hunger that made Vanessa’s skin prickle. She glanced at Peter, who gave her a slow, knowing smirk. The tension between them was electric, the afterglow of their encounter with Miguel still humming under their skin.
The bellhop led them through the resort’s lounge, past the bar where Miguel had been working earlier. The memory of his hands on her, his cock in her mouth, made her pussy clench. She could still taste him—salty, thick, *perfect*. Peter’s fingers brushed against hers, a silent promise of more to come. Peter's eyes were checking out the way the bellhop's long pants hugged his ass.
"I like the way you walk" Peter said to the bellhop. "What's your name?" The bellhop smiled and said, "It's Carlos." "Well, Carlos, I like the way you walk" Peter said again. "I'm Vanessa, and this is my husband, Peter." Vanessa said, extending her hand to shake Carlos's hand. Carlos shook her hand and then Peter's hand. "Nice to meet you both. I'll show you to your room." Carlos said. As they walked, Vanessa noticed that Carlos was looking at her ass. She smiled to herself, enjoying the attention. She glanced at Peter and she winked. She knew what Peter was thinking, it was his turn to have all the fun.
"So, Carlos, have you ever had a guy's tongue in your butt?" Peter frankly asked Carlos.
The question hung in the air, thick and heavy with implication. Carlos stopped walking, his fingers tightening around the handle of the room key card. He turned slowly, his dark eyes flickering between Peter and Vanessa, a slow smirk spreading across his lips. "I have, sir," he said, his voice low and smooth, like honey laced with something darker. "But I’ve never had a man’s tongue in my ass while his wife watched."
Vanessa felt a jolt of heat shoot straight to her pussy. The way Carlos said it—so casual, so *dirty*—made her clench her thighs together.
"How about you stick your ass in my face while my wife watches?" Peter said. Carlos walked into the room and turned to face Peter. "Only if I get to eat yours after you eat mine" Carlos said.
His voice was low and husky, his eyes locked onto Peter’s with a challenge that made Vanessa’s breath catch. She could see the way Peter’s pupils dilated, the way his jaw clenched just slightly—he was *into* this.
Vanessa’s pussy throbbed, her clit already swollen and sensitive from the earlier fucking. She leaned against the doorframe, watching as Carlos slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a smooth, toned chest dusted with dark hair. His fingers moved with deliberate slowness, teasing, as he let the fabric slide off his shoulders and pool at his feet.
The air in the room was thick with anticipation, the scent of sex already clinging to the walls like a promise. Vanessa’s breath hitched as she took in the sight of him—lean, sculpted, his muscles shifting under his golden skin. The way his dark eyes locked onto Peter’s, daring, possessive, made her pussy clench.
Peter didn’t hesitate. He stepped forward, his hand snaking out to grip Carlos’s waist, pulling him close. Their bodies pressed together, the heat of them almost unbearable. Vanessa watched, her fingers curling into the doorframe, as Peter’s mouth crashed into Carlos’s in a hungry, filthy kiss.
Carlos turned around, looked over his shoulder at Peter, and grabbed the waistband of his pants and lowered them to his ankles.
His ass was round and firm, the cheeks perfectly spaced, the skin smooth and tanned. There was a small patch of dark hair at the base of his spine that tapered down to his crack. His hole was tight and puckered, and Vanessa could see the way it fluttered as he took a deep breath.
Peter groaned at the sight—*fuck*, that ass was *perfect*. He stepped closer, his hands sliding over the smooth globes, squeezing, kneading the firm flesh. "Goddamn," he muttered, his voice rough with lust.
He leaned forward and pressed his lips to the warm, smooth skin of Carlos’s ass, his tongue flicking out to taste the salt of his sweat. "You taste so fucking good."
Peter’s hands gripped Carlos’s hips, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh as he spread his cheeks apart. The sight of that tight, puckered hole made his cock throb, already hard and aching for release.
Vanessa watched, her breath coming in shallow gasps, her fingers trailing down her own body, slipping beneath the fabric of her bikini bottoms. She rubbed her clit in slow, teasing circles, her eyes locked on the scene before her. She pulled off her bikini top and began playing with her breasts as she watched Peter devour Carlos' asshole.