Chapter 5: Nat pushes boundaries further
The first rays of dawn painted the sky in bruised pinks and golds, filtering through the sheer curtains of their suite. Natalie stirred, every muscle protesting with a deep, satisfying ache. The scent of salt and sex still seemed embedded in her skin despite the shower. Beside her, Kevin slept heavily, sprawled on his back, his breathing deep and even. The sheet pooled low on his hips, revealing the hard lines of his abdomen. Her gaze drifted lower, to the thick outline of his cock beneath the thin cotton, already half-hard with morning arousal.
A slow, languid heat bloomed in her own core, a phantom echo of the relentless fullness she’d endured – and secretly craved – just hours before. The soreness was a brand, a testament. And it ignited something new: a boldness she hadn't known she possessed. She slid silently down the bed, her movements whisper-soft on the cool sheets. Pausing, she inhaled his musky, sleep-warmed scent mixed faintly with the coconut oil from the shower. Then, without hesitation, she peeled the sheet away.
Kevin’s cock sprang free, thick and heavy against his thigh. Natalie bent her head, her brown hair falling forward like a curtain. She didn't tease. Her tongue, still tasting faintly of sleep, licked a broad, wet stripe from the base of his balls all the way up his shaft to the swollen, plum-dark head. Kev groaned, a deep rumbling sound that vibrated through the mattress. His eyes fluttered open, heavy-lidded and blurred with sleep.
"Fuck, Nat..." he mumbled, his voice thick. He tried to lift his head.
Natalie silenced him by wrapping her lips firmly around the head of his cock, sucking hard. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive ridge. She sucked him deeper, taking him into the wet heat of her mouth, her hand wrapping around the base he couldn't reach yet. She bobbed her head, establishing a slow, deliberate rhythm, her eyes locked on his face. She watched the sleep vanish, replaced by pure, primal hunger. The sight fueled her. She took him deeper, her throat relaxing, accepting more of his girth. She hummed, the vibration making him curse and buck his hips slightly.
"Yeah, baby," Kevin gasped, tangling a hand in her hair, not forcing, just holding. "Just like that. Suck your husband's cock. Greedy fucking mouth." His hips began a shallow thrust, meeting her movements. "Christ, after last night... you're still cock-hungry. Insatiable little slut."
Natalie moaned around his shaft, the degrading word sending a fresh jolt of wetness between her own legs. She increased her pace, her head bobbing faster, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard. Saliva slicked his length, dripping down onto his balls. She reached down with her free hand, cupping his sac, rolling the heavy orbs, feeling them tighten. Kevin’s breathing turned ragged. His grip in her hair tightened fractionally.
"Gonna come," he warned, his voice a strained growl. "Swallow it all, Nat. Every fucking drop. Show me you want it."
Natalie redoubled her efforts, sucking frantically, taking him as deep as she could. His cock pulsed violently against her tongue, then hot, salty fluid flooded her mouth. She swallowed convulsively, again and again, milking him with her lips and throat until he was spent, twitching weakly. She released him with a soft pop, licking her lips, meeting his dazed, satisfied gaze.
"Good morning," she whispered, her voice husky.
Kevin pulled her up roughly, crushing his mouth to hers. She tasted herself, the salt of his skin, and his release. "Fucking hell, woman," he breathed against her lips. "You trying to kill me before breakfast?"
Breakfast was a decadent spread on their private balcony overlooking the turquoise water. Plates piled with tropical fruits, flaky pastries, eggs Benedict, and thick-cut bacon steamed in the morning sun. Natalie ate ravenously, the physical exertion of the night and morning leaving her famished. Kevin watched her, a slow, knowing smile playing on his lips. He sipped his strong black coffee.
"Still sore?" he asked casually, his eyes drifting down her body, clad only in a silky robe.
Natalie nodded, swallowing a bite of mango. "Everywhere," she admitted, a blush warming her cheeks that had nothing to do with the sun. "But... good sore."
Kevin chuckled, low and satisfied. "Good." He leaned back in his chair, stretching. "Figured you deserved some pampering today. Something special." He picked up his phone, tapped the screen a few times. "Got you a little treat booked. Couple hours from now."
Natalie paused, a strawberry halfway to her mouth. "Pampering?"
"Massage," Kevin said, his smile widening, a predatory gleam in his eye. "Deep tissue. Thought you could use it after that workout. Got the resort's best team coming to the suite."
"A team?" Natalie’s pulse quickened, a familiar mixture of apprehension and illicit thrill stirring in her belly.
"Man and a woman," Kevin confirmed, taking another sip of coffee, his gaze steady on her. "Supposed to be top-notch. Very...thorough." He let the implication hang in the fragrant air. "Thought it might help loosen you up." His gaze dropped meaningfully to her lap. "Everywhere."
Two hours later, a soft knock sounded at the suite door. Natalie, freshly showered again and wrapped in a plush white robe, stood nervously as Kevin answered. A man and a woman stood there, both dressed in crisp, white resort uniforms. The man, Luis, looked to be in his late thirties, tall and powerfully built with broad shoulders, olive skin, and dark, observant eyes that swept the room with practiced ease. The woman, Sofia, was younger, perhaps mid-twenties, petite but curvy, with warm brown eyes, dark hair pulled back in a neat bun, and a hesitant, polite smile that didn't quite mask a flicker of nervousness."Mr. Thompson? Mrs. Thompson?" Luis’s voice was deep and smooth. "We're here for the massage service."
"Come in," Kevin said, stepping aside. He was already shirtless, wearing only loose linen pants. "Set up in the main room. Big space by the windows."
Luis carried a professional massage table, unfolding it with efficient movements. Sofia set down a large wicker basket filled with oils, towels, and a small speaker already playing soft, ambient ocean sounds.
"Would you like a specific focus, Mrs. Thompson?" Sofia asked quietly, avoiding direct eye contact as she laid out towels on the table. "Neck and shoulders? Lower back?"
Kevin answered before Natalie could. "Full body. Deep tissue. She had a very... active night." He winked at Natalie, who flushed. "Pay special attention to the hips, lower back, legs. Anywhere that feels particularly tense." He paused, his gaze lingering on Sofia, then Luis. "Use plenty of oil. Get deep."
Luis met Kevin’s look, a slow understanding dawning in his dark eyes. Sofia’s cheeks pinked slightly, but she kept her gaze down, arranging bottles. "Of course, Mr. Thompson. We'll take excellent care of her."
Natalie shed her robe, revealing her naked body still faintly marked with fading fingerprints on her hips and ass. No longer shy to show her body after last night’s gangbang. She lay face down on the table, the soft towel warm against her skin. The scent of coconut and eucalyptus oil filled the air as Sofia warmed some between her hands.
Sofia started on Natalie’s shoulders, her touch firm but initially professional, working the knots from the trapezius muscles. Luis knelt at the foot of the table, his large, strong hands taking hold of Natalie’s right foot. His grip was confident, pressing into the arch, working up the calf. His thumbs dug deep into her taut hamstring. Natalie groaned, a sound of genuine relief mingled with something else.
In her mind Nat started reliving the night below, starting in the club, the looks, the feelings the…hard cocks against her body. Then the walk down the beach to the beach bed. She was starting to get wet again thinking about it. They had laid her down on the bed and ate her pussy and fucked her mouth, then they took turns using all her holes.
"Deep breath, Mrs. Thompson," Luis murmured, his voice a low rumble near her ankle. He worked his way relentlessly up the back of her leg, his fingers finding every tight spot in her glutes. Sofia mirrored him on the other leg, her smaller hands surprisingly strong. They worked in silent tandem, their hands gliding over her skin slick with warm oil. Sofia’s fingers brushed the sensitive crease where Natalie’s thigh met her ass. Natalie gasped, her hips shifting involuntarily. Sofia’s hands paused for a fraction of a second.
Luis’s hands moved higher, sliding firmly over the swell of Natalie’s ass cheeks. His thumbs pressed deep into the muscle, perilously close to her cleft. He didn’t shy away, working the oil into the curve of her ass, his touch lingering, becoming less therapeutic, more exploratory. Sofia’s hands had moved to Natalie’s lower back, her thumbs pressing either side of her spine, but her gaze kept flicking towards Luis’s movements.
Kevin stood off to the side, leaning against the wall, arms crossed. He watched, his eyes dark and intent, following the progress of the four hands on his wife's body. "Deeper," he instructed Luis quietly. "She likes it deep there. Works out the kinks."
And speaking of Kev she thought of how he was last night
Luis met Kevin’s eyes again, a silent question answered by Kevin’s unwavering stare. Luis nodded almost imperceptibly. His hands slid deliberately into the cleft of Natalie’s ass. One thumb pressed firmly against her pucker, slick with oil. Natalie jolted, a sharp intake of breath hissing through her teeth. The touch wasn't painful, but it was shockingly intimate, deliberate. Sofia’s hands froze on Natalie’s back.
"Relax, Mrs. Thompson," Luis murmured, his thumb rubbing slow, circular pressure against her tight ring. "Just releasing tension." His other hand slid lower, between her thighs, his fingertips brushing the outer lips of her pussy. "So much tension here." His finger slid easily through her slick folds, finding her clit already swollen. He pressed it, rubbing firmly. Natalie cried out, her back arching off the table.
Sofia gasped, drawing back slightly, her eyes wide. Luis ignored her. He worked Natalie's clit with one hand while the other continued to massage and gradually press against her asshole. "You're very responsive, Mrs. Thompson," Luis observed, his voice low and even. "Very...accommodating." He slid a thick finger confidently inside her pussy, curling it upwards.
"Fuck!" Natalie gasped, pushing back against his invading hand. Her cunt clenched around the probing digit.
Kevin pushed off the wall, walking to the head of the table. He looked down at Natalie’s flushed face. "Told you they were thorough," he said, his voice rough with arousal. He ran a hand through her hair. "Feeling loosened up yet, baby?" His other hand reached down, groping his own hardening cock through his pants.
Luis added a second finger inside Natalie’s cunt, stretching her, scissoring gently. His thumb pressed harder against her asshole. "So tight," he murmured. "Even after last night." Sofia watched, frozen, her breath shallow. Luis glanced at her. "Sofia. Oil."
Sofia jumped, fumbling with a bottle. She poured more warm oil into Luis’s waiting palm. He coated his fingers liberally, then transferred some to Sofia’s hand. "Her pussy," he directed Sofia, his tone leaving no room for refusal. "Massage it deeply."
Sofia hesitated for only a second under Kevin’s intense stare and Luis’s command. Then, biting her lip, she reached between Natalie’s legs. Her fingers, slick with oil, found Natalie’s swollen lips, then slipped inside her alongside Luis’s. Natalie moaned, overwhelmed by the dual penetration, the conflicting sensations. Sofia’s touch was tentative at first, then grew bolder, her fingers mimicking Luis’s movements, curling, probing.
"Good girl," Kevin growled, unbuttoning his pants, freeing his erection. He stroked himself slowly, watching the two masseurs work his wife open. "Look at that, Nat. Two sets of hands already inside you. Just like last night. Fucking greedy."
Luis withdrew his fingers from her pussy. Sofia kept working, her small hand pumping in and out. Luis used both oil-slicked thumbs now, pressing firmly against Natalie’s asshole, stretching the tight muscle. "Relax," he commanded again, his voice dropping lower. "Open for me." He pressed one thumb steadily inward.
Natalie whimpered, pushing back, offering herself. The pressure built, a stretching burn that morphed into a shocking, dark pleasure as the tip of Luis’s thumb breached her tight ring. She cried out, her body convulsing. Sofia’s fingers curled inside her cunt, hitting a deep spot.
"Jesus, yes!" Kevin hissed, stroking his cock faster. "Take it, Nat! Take his fucking thumb up your ass!"
Luis worked his thumb deeper, knuckle-deep, twisting slightly. Sofia, emboldened, added a second finger inside Natalie’s pussy, stretching her wide. Natalie was panting, writhing on the table, pinned by their hands. Luis leaned down, his breath hot on Natalie’s ear. "Turn over," he ordered.
With trembling limbs, Natalie rolled onto her back. Her pussy glistened, swollen and slick, her nipples hard points. Luis stepped between her legs, his cock tenting his white pants. Sofia stood beside him, looking flushed and uncertain, her fingers still glistening with Natalie’s juices.
Luis unfastened his pants, freeing a thick, uncut cock already dripping pre-cum. "Hold her legs open," he instructed Sofia. Sofia obeyed, gripping Natalie’s thighs, spreading her wide. Luis spat into his palm, slicked his cock, and without preamble, pressed the broad head against Natalie’s dripping entrance. He thrust forward in one smooth, powerful stroke, burying himself balls-deep. Natalie screamed, arching off the table, her cunt stretched full by his significant girth.
"Fuck yes!" Kevin roared, his own cock in hand, pumping furiously. "Ride her hard! Show my slut wife what a real cock feels like!"
Luis set a brutal pace from the start, his hips slamming into Natalie’s ass, the wet slap echoing in the room. He gripped her hips, fingers digging in, holding her impaled as he pistoned into her. Natalie’s cries were constant, a mixture of pleasure and overwhelming sensation. Luis glanced at Sofia, whose eyes were wide, fixed on where his cock disappeared into Natalie’s body. "Get the strap," he growled, not breaking rhythm.
Sofia scurried to the wicker basket, pulling out a heavy, realistic-looking black strap-on dildo and a harness. Her hands shook as she strapped it on over her uniform pants, adjusting the thick, veined shaft that jutted out aggressively from her pelvis. She stepped towards the table, the dildo glistening with oil she quickly applied.
"Her ass," Luis commanded, grunting as he fucked Natalie with deep, punishing thrusts. "Stretch that tight little hole while I fill her cunt."
Sofia positioned herself behind Natalie’s head. She gripped Natalie’s hips, pulling her lower body towards the edge of the table. Natalie felt the blunt, silicone head press against her oiled asshole. Sofia pushed. The intrusion was impossible, huge. Natalie screamed
The thick silicone head breached her with brutal finality, stretching her ringed muscle to a searing point of no return. Sofia pushed relentlessly, burying the entire monstrous length of the strap-on deep into Natalie’s ass, the harness straps digging into Sofia’s hips as she leaned her weight into it. Natalie’s scream tore raw from her throat, a sound of pure, stretched-to-breaking agony mixed with dark, unwanted pleasure, her body bowing off the massage table as Luis simultaneously hammered her cunt with his thick, pulsing cock. "Fuck! Fuck! Too much!" she gasped, tears springing to her eyes, her fingers clawing uselessly at the towel beneath her. The dual violation was overwhelming, a brutal echo of the beach bed but concentrated, sharper, under the sterile lights.
"Too much?" Luis grunted, slamming his hips hard against her ass, making Sofia grunt with the force transferred through Natalie’s body. His balls slapped wetly against her skin. "You swallowed three cocks last night, puta. You can take a toy and a real dick." He pistoned faster, his knuckles white where he gripped her hips. Sofia, face flushed, eyes wide with a mixture of exertion and shock, tried to match his rhythm, shoving the strap-on deep with each of Luis’s thrusts, the synthetic shaft glistening with oil and the tight clench of Natalie’s ass. Kevin’s harsh breathing and the slick, rhythmic slapping of flesh on flesh filled the room.
Sofia whimpered, her arms trembling as she held Natalie’s hips. The sheer force required, the obscene visual of Natalie impaled front and back, the sounds she was making – it overwhelmed her professional detachment entirely. "Luis... I can’t..." she breathed, her thrusts faltering.
"Keep fucking her ass!" Luis commanded, not slowing his own brutal pace inside Natalie’s slick cunt. "Make her feel it!"
But Sofia was shaking her head, her eyes fixed on Natalie’s flushed, tear-streaked face, her mouth open in a silent cry of overwhelmed sensation. With a sudden, almost desperate motion, Sofia pulled back, yanking the thick dildo free from Natalie’s stretched asshole with a wet, obscene pop. Natalie gasped, a mixture of relief and shocking emptiness flooding her. Sofia fumbled frantically with the harness buckle at her waist, her fingers clumsy.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Luis snapped, momentarily slowing his thrusts, glaring at his partner.
Sofia ignored him, finally ripping the harness off and letting it clatter to the tiled floor. The thick, veined dildo lay glistening and abandoned beside it. Without hesitation, driven by a sudden, desperate hunger, Sofia dropped to her knees between Natalie’s splayed legs, right next to where Luis’s cock was still buried deep. She buried her face between Natalie’s thighs.
Her tongue was hot and insistent, licking a broad, wet stripe from Natalie’s tight, aching asshole, still gaping slightly, up through her swollen, sensitive labia, straight to her clit. The sudden shift from brutal penetration to this intimate, wet caress was electrifying. Natalie cried out, a high-pitched sound of pure, shocking pleasure. Sofia’s tongue swirled around her clit, then plunged lower, lapping hungrily at the juices leaking around the base of Luis’s thrusting cock, tasting both Natalie and him. "Oh god, yes!" Natalie moaned, her hips lifting off the table involuntarily, trying to grind against Sofia’s mouth. The contrast was dizzying – the deep, pounding stretch in her cunt, the exquisite, focused friction on her clit.
Kevin choked out a laugh, his hand a blur on his own cock. "Look at that! The masseuse prefers pussy! Eat her out, Sofia! Lick my wife’s fucked cunt clean!"
Sofia moaned against Natalie’s flesh, the vibration sending jolts through her. Her tongue worked furiously, circling the engorged nub, then dipping lower to probe Natalie’s entrance, her lips sucking and nibbling at the tender folds. She lapped at the juncture where Luis’s cock disappeared, her nose bumping against his balls, seemingly uncaring in her fervor. Luis, momentarily stunned, watched the dark head between his wife’s legs, then a predatory grin spread across his face. He resumed fucking Natalie, his thrusts becoming deeper, slower, grinding deliberately so Sofia’s tongue was pressed hard against Natalie’s clit with each inward drive. Natalie writhed, overwhelmed by the dual assault, her cries becoming wordless pleas.
"Switch!" Kevin barked suddenly, his voice thick with command and arousal. He pointed at Natalie. "Nat! Get down there. Eat Sofia’s pussy. Now!" He gestured emphatically towards the floor where Sofia knelt. "Luis, get behind that little cunt-eater. Fuck her properly while my wife tastes her."
The command sliced through the haze. Natalie hesitated for a heartbeat, her body still vibrating from Sofia’s tongue. Luis didn’t. He pulled his slick cock from Natalie’s clutching cunt with a wet schlick. Before Sofia could react, Luis grabbed her shoulders roughly. "Up," he ordered, hauling the dazed woman to her feet. He spun her around to face the massage table, bending her over it forcefully, her cheek pressed against the oil-stained towel beside Natalie’s hip. He yanked Sofia’s white uniform pants and panties down to her knees in one rough motion, exposing her round ass and the glistening dark cleft between. Her pussy lips were already swollen, visibly wet.
"Go on, Nat," Kevin urged, stepping closer, his cock inches from her face. He slapped it lightly against her cheek. "Show the nice lady how grateful you are. Get your face in her cunt." The look in his eyes brooked no refusal.
Natalie slid off the table, her legs shaky. The ache in her ass and cunt was profound, a deep, bruised throb. She knelt on the cool tile behind Sofia. Sofia’s scent, musky and female, mixed with coconut oil and sweat, filled her nostrils. She saw the glistening pink folds, the dark knot of her asshole just below. Taking a shaky breath, driven by a confusing mix of command, lingering arousal, and a strange curiosity, Natalie leaned in. Her tongue darted out, tentative at first, licking a slow stripe up Sofia’s slit.
"Oh!" Sofia gasped, her body jerking against Luis’s grip. Her taste was tangy, earthy, different. Natalie pressed closer, her tongue delving deeper, exploring Sofia’s folds, finding her clit. She circled it, then sucked it gently into her mouth, mimicking what she enjoyed. Sofia moaned, low and guttural, pushing her hips back against Natalie’s face. "Yes... fuck..."
Luis spat copiously onto his hand, slicking his thick cock. He positioned himself behind Sofia. With no preamble, he gripped her hips and drove his cock deep into her pussy in one brutal thrust. Sofia screamed, her back arching, her cry muffled by the towel. Natalie felt the impact vibrate through Sofia’s body as Luis began a relentless, deep pounding. Sofia’s pussy clenched rhythmically around Natalie’s probing tongue with each inward stroke.
Natalie redoubled her efforts, driven by the raw energy of the scene, the taste, the vibrations, Kevin’s intense gaze burning into her. She ate Sofia with growing hunger, licking and sucking as Luis fucked the woman from behind, his hips slamming into Sofia’s ass. Sofia’s moans became frantic, broken cries, her fingers scrabbling against the towel. "Dios! Harder! Fuck me harder!" she begged Luis, her voice thick with need. Luis grunted, his thrusts becoming savage, the muscles in his back and shoulders bunching with effort. Kevin watched, mesmerized, his hand pumping his cock furiously, his eyes darting between Natalie’s head buried between Sofia’s thighs and Luis’s powerful hips pistoning into Sofia’s ass. Sofia’s entire body tensed, a guttural scream tearing from her throat as Luis pounded her towards her climax. Natalie tasted the sudden flood of wetness, felt the frantic pulsing against her tongue. Luis roared, his body locking, driving deep as he emptied himself inside her. Sofia collapsed onto the table, shuddering, gasping, Natalie’s face still pressed against her wet, trembling flesh. Luis pulled out slowly, his cock glistening, breathing heavily. The room smelled sharply of sex, sweat, and coconut oil. Kevin groaned, his strokes frantic, eyes fixed on the aftermath.