A Naughty Getaway Ch. 01 (Beta) (Patreon)

Author's Note: This might be the final version of the chapter. But I might add just one more scene perhaps. Let me know what you think!

Arriving in a small town in Brazil, Sandra and her husband Lucas visited his grandma for their vacation. Sandra was skeptical when Lucas made the plans because the town he mentioned was completely unknown to her. She had never heard of the location and it was even hard to locate on any maps. 

But he stated that this was his parents’ hometown and that they should visit his aging grandma before it was too late. Of course, Sandra agreed considering that these were her inlaws. 

Her doubts would be nulled to discover that the town was beautiful. It was tucked away on the coast of Brazil, filled with serene waters, white sands, and pleasant scenery. And with its somewhat isolated location, there weren’t as many people and other tourists compared to the bigger vacation spots in Brazil. Sandra was happily content with this arrangement, excited even, she was eager to relax on the beach without the worries of the clutter of crowds of people. But first, she had to meet her husband’s grandma, which made her a little nervous considering her ethnicity. What would she think about her grandson being married to a European?

Sandra was from Switzerland before she moved to the States for her studies in the medical field. That’s where she met her husband, Lucas. He was very nerdy and not too physically inclined. But what attracted her to him was his intelligence and good personality. He helped her get acclimated to the U.S. and stuck by her side since she had no friends or family in this part of the world.

Standing at a modest 5’7”, Sandra possessed alluring platinum-blonde hair that went to her neck thanks to her Swiss and German heritage. That, paired with her Nordic blue eyes just screamed she was from Europe. She was a stunning woman as well. With her D-cup bust, long legs, slim, yet curvy body, and serene fair skin, Sandra was quite the catch for her husband. 

Lucas on the other hand was pretty average. Given his South American heritage, he had Latino features: dark hair, tanned skin, etc. Physically, he was a bit scrawny and was no taller than Sandra. 

Given his unassuming appearance, most of his friends and family wondered how he even obtained such a goddess like Sandra. Nonetheless, they loved each other. They dated through college and eventually got married once they had established their careers. 

-

Instead of staying at a hotel, Lucas’ grandma allowed them to live at their villa for the entirety of their stay. Sandra was pleasantly surprised that she lived right next to the ocean with their backyard leading directly to the beach. 

“Wow, your home is very lovely. T’ank you for allowing us to stay here,” Sandra happily spoke, her German-Swiss accent lining her words; although she had a noticeable, yet subtle accent, her English was very good.

Lucas’ grandma, Joana carefully held Sandra’s hands and smiled. “Of course, anything for my grandson and his lovely wife,” the elderly woman replied. “You have to tell me, how did you meet him??” she sounded a little bemused that Lucas was able to marry such a fine woman. 

“Hmm, ve met in college. He’s a sweet guy and he helped me get used to living in the States,” Sandra warmly replied. “Ve started dating during school and before ve knew it, ve got married!” 

Joana chuckled and nodded. “Well, that’s very nice. I’m happy that Lucas met a wonderful woman such as yourself. Do you plan on having kids yet? I want to see my great-grandchildren before my time passes,” the elderly woman teasingly prodded. 

Sandra blushed and nervous tucked her elegant platinum blonde hair behind her ear. “Not yet… But ve will be trying for one soon,” she uneasily answered. As much as they loved each other, Lucas didn’t really have a high libido. They would at least have sex once a week, and even then, it wasn’t as fulfilling as she would like since he didn’t last very long. He wasn’t the biggest either, just average. But in the grand scheme of things, Sandra didn’t mind. She wasn’t that acclimated to sex since she had always been on the more conservative side anyway. 

Joana laughed and replied, “Ah, just teasing! There’s no need to rush.” Sandra chuckled. “But I hope this lovely town will put you in the mood,” the grandma snuck in. The Swiss wife’s mouth fell agape at her suggestive comment. But perhaps she was right. Maybe this little getaway would ignite their sex life. 

After some time talking to Joana, Sandra went to the spare bedroom she would be sleeping in with Lucas. Unpacking their luggage, her husband entered the room wearing some swimming trunks and a floral button-up shirt. 

Sandra couldn’t help but chuckle seeing his face and limbs covered in sunscreen. “Hey honey, how was my grandma? Does she like you?” 

“I think so. Ve had a very pleasant conversation,” Sandra said in relief. “She said that she wants great-grandchildren.” 

Lucas’ eyes widened. “She what?! Jeez, she loves having a big family. My brothers and sister already have kids, and she wants more??” he complained. Sandra rolled her blue eyes and continued unpacking. 

“Once you’re done here, let’s relax by the beach!” Lucas continued. 

“Sure, do you mind helping me vith this? It vill be a lot faster,” his Swiss wife retorted. 

“Eh about that… I- I need to get our umbrella and setup for our spot ready. Sorry, honey!” he hastily came up with an excuse, to cop out of the task of unpacking. Sandra gave Lucas a dead stare as he carefully shuffled back, before dashing out of the room not wanting to feel the daggers her eyes were giving him. 

Letting out an annoyed sigh, Sandra resumed her burden. “Vat am I going to do vit him…” she muttered, letting out a long, resigned sigh. As much as she loved her husband, she found it a bit annoying that he would always flake out in helping her. But as always, since she was always polite at heart, she would never object not wanting to cause problems.

-

Exiting through the back of the house, Sandra made her way to the beach. She wore an alluring white bikini, a short white sarong wrapped around her waist, and a straw sunhat. 

The warm embrace of the sand against her feet and the sight of the clear blue waters eased Sandra. She was certainly going to enjoy herself during her stay here. 

“Hey, Sandra! Over here!” Lucas called out, waving his arms to get her attention standing near their beach spot. 

Sandra caught her cheerful husband and quickly made her way to him. She observed the setup: it was just a simple umbrella, a laid-out towel, and a beach chair. “Oh, I hope this vans’t too hard to put together,” Sandra said, her voice dripping with sarcasm seeing that he could have easily helped her unpacked with the amount of effort this took to assemble. 

Lucas uneasily rubbed the back of his neck. “Erh, I- had to secure a good spot for us, love…” Sandra glanced around. There was almost no one around except a few individuals further down either end of the beach.

His Swiss wife gave him another dead stare. Lucas gulped nervously. “Ugh, I’m just joking, Lucas!” she exclaimed, playfully nudging him. “It’s lovely, t’ank you.” Gifting him with a tender kiss on the cheek, she carefully lowered herself down to sit on the beach chair. 

Once settled, she retrieved a book from her bag and began reading it. Sandra was never one to go out and swim at the beach; she disliked the sticky feeling of salt water on her skin and sand clinging to her wet feet. Instead, she enjoyed basking in the scenery, she found it the perfect environment to read her books. 

Hearing the faint noise of people walking closer in their direction, Sandra glanced up from her book to find a group of people near them. Lucas noticed this and quickly went to meet them. 

It turned out they were his cousins who had come to see him. After sharing pleasant greetings and getting to know each other, Lucas and his relatives went ahead to the ocean for a nice swim in the waters. 

“Are you sure that you don’t want to swim? The water seems lovely,” her husband tried to encourage her. 

Sandra just smiled and shook her head. “I’m okay, I’m just going to vatch you guys while I read. You go have fun now!” Lucas chuckled and understandably nodded.

Sandra watched as he plunged into the water. He splashed and tussled with his cousins. The sounds of their playful cheering and shouting were fulfilling and heartwarming. She was glad her husband was enjoying himself. His relatives all seemed very welcoming and appeared to be unfazed by her European heritage which brought her more relief. 

Sandra relaxed and immersed herself in her readings. Everything felt like pure bliss. The sounds of the waves crashing on the beach, the gentle ocean breeze, and the bright sunny day were very relaxing. There weren’t too many people to bother her while she read except the occasional ongoers strolling down the beach.

Some were other tourists who managed to discover this secret tucked away on Brazil’s coast. But most were locals. The men in particular made Sandra uncomfortable since some of their stares lingered on her longer than she would have liked. Perhaps they were just curious seeing a European in their somewhat isolated town, however, it became painfully obvious to Sandra that they were ogling her upon closer examination with her watchful blue eyes. Some men even circled back a few times to get a better look at her. A shudder went down her spine. As much as she disliked what they were doing, there was nothing she could do about it, and she certainly wasn’t going to ward them off and cause problems. So Sandra just ignored them. 

Returning to her readings, she eventually found it a little hard to focus, being a bit exhausted from all the traveling they had done to get here. So putting her book down, Sandra laid on the towel to take a relaxing nap. Removing her sunhat, she put on some sunglasses, closed her eyes, and surrendered to her slumber.

After an unknown amount of time, she was awakened by the sound of someone speaking to her. However, the voice was gruff and deep instead of anyone she recognized. 

“Hey there, pretty lady. I haven’t seen you around,” the deep voice spoke directly in front of her, his Latino accent lining his words.

Opening her eyes, Sandra was taken aback by the person who obstructed her view. He was an older man, somewhere around his late fifties, or early sixties. He was bald and had a fat, burly build, and his skin had a shiny brown tone, a bit darker than Lucas’, and shiny with sweat. Wearing a white tank top and simple shorts, he was maybe the same height as Sandra and had a sleeve tattoo along his right arm, he was quite the contrast to herself. The Swiss cautiously sat up as she discerned a toothy grin on his face with a distinguishable gold crown on his top left canine. Sandra thought that he was rather unattractive and somewhat crude-looking.

“Oh, um, excuse me? Who are you? Can I help you vith something?” Sandra awkwardly said as she removed her sunglasses. She couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy sensing his eyes hungrily eating up her revealing form. The Swiss wife sighed, figuring that it was only a matter of time before she was approached by a man.

The man’s expression became one of amusement hearing her German-Swiss accent. “Ah, apologies. My name is Bruno!” he roared. “What’s your name, pretty lady?” Sandra shuddered, detecting the suggestiveness behind his tone.

“Erh, meine name ist Sandra…” she answered in German-Swiss. 

“Ah, Sandra! That’s a lovely name!” 

Sandra slowly nodded, showing an uneasy smile. She wondered what this man wanted from her, he was giving off strange vibes. “What brings you to this lovely town? Are you here on vacation?” Bruno asked. 

“Yes, I am on vacation…” she answered. 

“Heh, alone I might hope?” the older man interrupted, licking his lips. 

Sandra’s brows arched as she skeptically leered at him. “No, I’m vith my husband. We’re here visiting his grandma,” the Swiss wife was quick to explain, she made sure to emphasize ‘husband’. 

“Hmm, is that right…” Bruno annoyingly squinted. Glancing behind her he noted the house not too far away. “Oh, does his grandma happen to be Joana??” Sandra nodded. “Ah! I have known her for a long time! She’s a wonderful lady!” 

“You don’t mind if I get to know you better, do you? I love to meet new faces, we don’t get them here around often. Especially a pretty one such as yourself,” Bruno continued as he welcomed himself into her beach setup. Sandra’s Nordic blue eyes widened as he lowered his bigger body down onto the towel with her.  

Sandra swiftly sat up and cautiously scooted away from the stranger as he settled right next to her. The burly man was getting too close for comfort. “Oh, um, of course…” she politely said. As much as she didn’t want to converse with this man, she didn’t want to appear rude, she disliked having conflict. And even though she caught onto his flirtatious behavior toward her, he did sound like he was a genuine older gentleman. Men like him can be quite playful, especially when talking with young women, Sandra figured.

“So where are you from, Sandra? I’ve never seen a woman as beautiful as you visit our town before?” Sandra hastily searched for her husband only to find him nowhere to be found. His relatives were also missing. Had they left her?

“Vhere did he go??” Sandra urgently thought to herself. She quickly glanced at her phone to see if Lucas shot her a text about his whereabouts. Nothing. And his phone was out of sight too, so that meant he must have stopped by. Why didn’t he have the decency to at least inform her? It made Sandra a bit frustrated again. Even though she would get too ticked off at Lucas’ inconsideration, the nefarious situation she found herself in prompted a spark of resentment toward him. 

A sudden hand on her hip forced Sandra to break from her thoughts. She gasped feeling Bruno’s big hand give her a firm squeeze as he pulled her close. “Oh! I’m from Switzerland,” Sandra stammered, blushing a bit. He was getting a little bit too comfortable. Perhaps he was a little more than just friendly. She tried to scoot even further away, but his grip was quite impressive as he held her firmly.

“Switzerland! I’ve heard there were plenty of pretty ladies over there. I’m glad to know that the rumors are true!” Bruno exclaimed. Sandra felt him tug her closer. 

“Yeah…” she muttered. Although he complimented her; now his intentions were apparent. She didn’t appreciate the manner he conducted his praise and how he held her so casually. She was a married woman! One thing is to be flirtatious, but openly touching a woman so suggestively? Surely this was too far?? 

“Heh, never knew I had a thing for Swiss women until now,” Bruno continued his flirty antics, his hand slowly falling from her thigh and to her soft ass. 

Sandra quickly caught his wrist. “You should be careful now. I’m a married woman, remember? Didn’t your mother teach you better?” she respectfully chided. It would be in her right to give him a slap for even trying to do something so crude, but her polite nature prompted her to just suck it up and endure.

Bruno temporarily pulled his hand away back to her waist; still not the best place to leave his hand, and it still made her uncomfortable, but at least it wasn’t near her butt. “Ah, my mother taught me if I want something, go get it.” Sandra’s facial expression went flat. 

“Some mother she was…” she disappointedly thought.

“And I want you…” he stated bluntly, forcing his hand back down onto her ass, managing to sneak it under her and giving her cheek a firm squeeze. 

“Oh! Bruno!” she involuntarily gasped. However, it sounded like she enjoyed his salacious advance. 

“Hehe, did you like that? I can tell a woman like you loves to be touched…” 

“You know nothing about me. Please move your hand away before my husband returns,” Sandra tried to remain as calm and polite as possible as her cheeks blushed heavily, she had never been grabbed so salaciously like that before. She wanted to shove his hand away and retaliate with a jab or slap, but she felt that it would anger him, and she disliked conflict. So she was left in such a precarious situation, especially being a foreigner. It was getting harder to retain her composure as his squeezes were so firm and determined, that she had to even had to suppress a whimper.

“Oh, come on, Sandra,” he purred. “I saw him go into town with some people not too long ago. We have some time to get to know each other some more…” 

“He vent into town vithout me?? He said that ve vould go together!” Sandra frustratedly exclaimed to herself. Now she was really getting mad at Lucas. Not only did he just abandon her to the company of this flirtatious older man, but he also went forward with the plans that they had made together! However, for the sake of her marriage, she remained steadfast in her chaste.

“Just because my husband isn’t here, it doesn't give you the right to act so inappropriately,” Sandra said firmly, although, the fact that Lucas left without a word still nagged at her. At least he could’ve said something.

Bruno chuckled and placed his free hand on her left leg, slowly tracing her smooth serene skin with his fat fingers. “And yet you’re letting me…”

Sandra’s eyes shot open. Why wasn't she putting up a fight against this lecherous bastard? This would easily be considered assault, but she kept allowing him to touch her. She had even grabbed his wrist but didn’t attempt to push it away. Her mind raced and her stomach churned with disgust. However, his touch was making her feel strange. He was so strong… so rough… Not like Lucas…

“I- I’m just trying to let you down carefully…” Sandra politely reasoned, still attempting to be diplomatic even if it was working against her. 

“It seems like it isn’t working,” Bruno teased, slipping his hand deeper into her inner thighs. But before he could venture further, Sandra caught his hand and insistently pushed it back. 

“I think I should get going now,” the beautiful blonde put her foot down, breaking from her paralyzed state and away from Bruno. She figured that instead of confrontation, creating distance between him and herself would be the best course of action before things got too far. “I vould suggest you don’t show your face here again. You vouldn’t vant my husband catching you talking up his wife.” 

“Heh! You think I’m scared of your husband??” Bruno amusingly exclaimed as he grabbed Sandra by the arm and yanked her back to him. 

“Hey!” she gasped. 

“I’ve seen him. He’s just a skinny little wimp!” Sandra’s eyes glared out of fury hearing him disrespect her lover. “I doubt he could even satisfy you in bed. I can tell he has a small dick. You need a real man who knows what you want.”

“Excuse me?!” she replied, bemused by his statement. But as defaming his words were, she knew deep down, he was right. “He’s perfectly f-fine in bed!”

Bruno grinned knowingly, catching her stutter. “Ah ah ah. And that’s a lie.” 

Sandra ground her teeth and stared daggers at the older man. “Enough of this!”

“Don’t look at me like that. I was just speaking the truth. You want to know how I know?”

“Vhat??” Sandra replied, confused. 

“It’s because of how uptight you are, pretty lady. I have a good eye for women that are just aching to be fucked like they deserve. And, sexy, well, you are giving off all the signs.” Sandra’s jaw dropped in disbelief at how vulgar this bastard was. “You can tell the truth, there’s no one here except us… So tell me, does your husband satisfy you?”

The blonde Swiss just blankly stared at Bruno’s aged face not knowing how to respond, his gold crown shining through his smug grin. Her involuntary silence only cemented his conclusions. “Hmm, just as I thought… I think you need a real man to satisfy you…” the burly man declared, licking his lips.

“My husband is man enough…” It was foolish to entertain Bruno, but Sandra objected anyway for the sake of defending her husband, but she knew deep down she was lying to herself. Deep down she knew, Bruno was a man's man and Lucas simply wasn’t. But even then, that didn’t mean that her husband didn’t satisfy her! He was perfectly fine, right?

Chuckling, Bruno took Sandra’s left hand and placed it against his crotch. “Oh my! Bruno! Vhat are you doing??”

“Feel me, Sandra. Feel what a real man is like…” he growled. 

Sandra was left appalled as she felt his manhood under his shorts. It was so big, so thick, so hard… A maelstrom of emotions washed over as she held onto his cock. Shame, disgust, and, strangely, intrigue swelled within. It felt so thick and hard, but surely it couldn’t be that impressive. 

But as wrong as it was to hold another man’s penis, Sandra remained still, not making any effort to back off. She felt paralyzed, frozen. “Heh, all chaste women like you always switch up once they feel what I’m packing!” Bruno victoriously said with a wide grin.

Shaking her head into focus, Sandra attempted to jerk her arm away, but Bruno held her firmly. “Feel it… Feel how big I am…”

Sandra began to frantically mumble to herself in Swiss, kicking herself for allowing this to go too far. She was flustered that she was doing something so taboo. Her slender fingers involuntarily wrapped around the outline of his fat shaft, giving him a subtle squeeze.

“Oh, yeah… Here, let me pull these down real quick for you so you can get a proper look,” Bruno said, pulling his shorts down. 

“That is not nece–” Sandra tried to say. But her lack of firm protest against his provocative advances made Bruno more confident to proceed. As Bruno’s shorts fell, his erect cock flung straight up, causing her to gasp in utter surprise. 

His uncircumcised Brazilian hog was so big and monstrous with a patch of dark pubic hair perched above his shaft, it had to be at least eight inches, maybe more: it had thick veins wrapping around his shaft, his cockhead was bulbous, and it throbbed heavily. Sandra was almost hypnotized, she had never seen someone this big in person. The sight of something so… monstrous… so magnificent, caused her resistance to momentarily falter. Lucas and all her past lovers could never compare to what Bruno was carrying. 

Bruno hungrily licked his teeth observing Sandra’s mile-long stare. He had her hooked, now he just had to reel her in. “Do you like what you see?”

The Swiss beauty momentarily snapped from her daze. “V-vhat? Ugh… Vhat am I doing?? This is not right… I can’t be doing this vith you… My husband vill be back soon.”

Sandra made another weak attempt to pull away, but yet again, Bruno kept her anchored down. “Oh, come on, Sandra. Look how hard you made me with your incredible beauty. Why don’t you just hold it for a second? Just to see what it’s like, what a real cock feels like. And if you’re a good girl, well, we’re just getting to the good part,” he insisted, alluding to something more as he tugged her hand back toward his monstrous manhood, and his compliments made her feel weirdly flattered.

Sandra nervously glanced around her surroundings to see if Lucas was returning from wherever he went. It was beneath her to even consider continuing these adulterous activities, but Bruno’s cock had her in its grasp. She just needed to observe him for a little longer…

Bruno gave her another strong tug. “Come on, look at how hard you made me… I can’t go through the rest of my day like this… Your beauty is making me so aroused. Please, just touch it for a bit…” he persisted with a more whiny tone, playing at her polite and kind nature, her weakness… 

“Sheisse… This is so wrong, Bruno, I can’t be doing this vith a total stranger!” Sandra exclaimed in her native tongue. She now felt strangely responsible. She had no idea why since Bruno came onto her. It was a blessing and a curse, she was too polite and empathetic for her own good!

“Come on, it will just be for a second. You know you want to hold it too, so just do it. There’s nothing wrong with some harmless touching. Satisfy some curiosities,” the burly man continued to compel the Swiss woman. 

“This is more than harmless! I vould be cheating!” she hissed.

“Hmm, perhaps… You can always refuse… But if you don’t, you’ll leave this old man all riled up and restless all day…” Sandra had tried to refuse many times, and now, when allowed to refuse she was left incredibly guilty and responsible for Bruno’s current state. 

Sandra was confused. His persistence, guilt-tripping, and prolonged exposure to his strangely alluring cock had wreaked havoc on her rationale. The Swiss wife was beginning to forget how she got here in the first place!

Sandra nervously bit her lip as her alluring blue eyes searched their surroundings once more. Little did she know, her slit was moistening from this whole depraved scenario. She just kept staring at his throbbing, needy cock, begging for her touch. 

Letting out a resigned sigh, she capitulated, her kind nature getting the best of her. But as obligated and pressured as she felt, this was just a mere ploy her aroused subconscious deployed to explore her deepest and darkest desires. Composing herself for what she was about to do, she reached for his cock. But as she did the glint of her wedding ring caught her eye just before she could wrap her fingers around his shaft. Guilt and shame crashed over her, but her curiosity, obligation, and growing arousal toward his endowment pushed back against these feelings. 

Tilting her eyes toward Bruno, he gave an affirming nod to keep going. Her inhibitions had been thoroughly eroded at this point from the storm of emotions tangling her heartstrings. Swallowing her saliva down her drying throat, she swiftly removed her wedding ring and put it aside.

“Forgive me, Lucas…” Sandra mumbled to herself as she grasped his hog with her delicate hand. However, a small part of her blamed him for her being in such a nefarious situation. 

“Ohhh, your hand is so soft, Sandra!” Bruno roared out. Sandra couldn’t believe how her day could have taken a drastic turn. She went from a wholesome vacation with her loving husband to holding some damn bastard’s cock, squeezing it to feel how firm it was, to feel its girth. 

Sandra felt his heat against her palm. The sensation of him pulsating in her hand made her feel butterflies in her stomach. Handling his beast of a cock was completely foreign to her. Lucas never got this hard and wasn’t even half his length and girth. Her subconscious agreed to the brutal reality that Bruno was a real man, and Lucas wasn’t. 

She examined him as if he were a patient at the hospital where she worked; although she wasn’t in that specific field of practice, she knew how the procedures went. She directed his erect pole to get different angles. Her eyes scrutinized him, baffled at how different he was in contrast to her husband. Her blue eyes widened discerning how big his balls were as well. They looked so heavy and full of sperm. Lucas’ looked like small grapes compared to Bruno.

“Okay, now stroke it for me…” Bruno told Sandra. The blonde gave him an uneasy look. “Please?” he made some poor excuse to sound nice after all his salacious advances. Sandra was already down the rabbit hole, so she begrudgingly agreed to his naughty request.

“Dammit, keep an eye out for my husband…” she ordered. She felt so depraved for saying that, now that she was actively participating in her adultery. 

“Heh, you got it,” Bruno agreed. 

She slowly began to stroke the length of his cock. His foreskin peeled from his cockhead as she pulled down on his veiny shaft. Bruno grunted and groaned quietly as she jerked him off with shallow movements. Her motions were a bit awkward since she wasn’t used to handling this type of equipment. “Come on, Sandra. You can do better than that…”

Rolling her eyes, she gave him longer strokes, eliciting satisfied moans from his lips. His slimy precum profusely leaked from his cavernous slit as she pumped him, lathering his shaft, making it easier to jerk him. “Ohhh, ohhh, yess!” Bruno grunted. 

Sandra was so enthralled in what she was doing. Her thoughts about her marriage and since been shoved in the back of her mind. This was just to scratch some curiosity. Just an experiment to see what it was like. Nothing more! Still, the way Bruno throbbed and dribbled for her was arousing. The hidden primal instincts she thought she never had lurched out, unleashing her lustful desires. 

She unknowingly salivated and nibbled on her lip as she watched her hand glide up and down his magnificent cock. Her fingers were barely able to wrap around the entirety of his girth. Leaning more into it, she repositioned herself and sat on her knees before him. Bruno smirked seeing her falling deeper into his grasp as he splayed his big legs for her.

“Augh, use both hands…” Bruno winced. Sandra sighed and grabbed him with her right hand. The older man bellowed with pleasure as his bald head fell back. Her undulating hands made his mind go numb, but as good as it felt, it could be better.

“Augh, Sandra… It’s a bit dry…” Bruno groaned uncomfortably. 

“And vhat do you vant me to do about it??” Sandra confusingly replied, maintaining her focus on jerking off his manhood. 

The bald man smiled sinisterly. “Spit on it,” he simply stated. 

Sandra jerked her face up toward him. She looked disgusted and bewildered. However, the more she stared at his big cock, the more sense it made. So much of his precum was coming out and yet, his cock was still somehow dry. Surely that was chafing him! Maybe some lubrication would help?

So hesitantly, Sandra spat on his cockhead, lubing his cock with her saliva. She was even surprised by how much she produced. A thick, stringy line of saliva trailed from her lips to his tip. It was such a vile thing to do, but it did wonders for him. And her. She had never done anything like this, but it seemed like the natural course of action.

Bruno let out a deep moan as she resumed jerking him off. It was so hot to see her spit on his cock, the sexy innocent foreigner doing something like that for him. Especially since she was a married woman. He wondered if her husband ever got her to do anything like this. Bruno doubted it, so he planned to take full advantage of this lucky opportunity.

He ran a fat hand through her pristine blonde hair, making Sandra tense up as she felt him guide her head closer to his formidable manhood. But Sandra wasn’t having it, she didn’t grace this man any more sexual favors. She was already doing enough as is. Sandra roughly pulled his hand away, causing Bruno to let out a hearty laugh at the Swiss woman’s displeasure.

Ignoring his smug looks, Sandra concentrated on stroking the girth of his hog as her other hand squeezed the length, varying the pressure. She slowly realized she was putting in way more effort in jerking off Bruno than she had with Lucas! Of course, time was of the essence, but still, Sandra couldn’t believe herself, it was so wrong, yet, so arousing…

Still, he felt amazing. The weight and heft of his manhood were much more significant than that of Lucas’s. Sandra wanted to think of something to excuse this but struggled to think as she stared down the barrel of his cock. Maybe his age made him different from younger men.

Sandra also never felt anything this hard before. She squeezed him tighter as she stroked him faster, earning more satisfied grunts from Bruno. His cock was just so impressive, she didn’t want to stop. She wanted to feel more of it. The heat of his cock in her palms, the smoothness of his skin, the sticky sound of her hands gliding up and down his shaft, and the sounds he made all meshed together in her head. Her pussy was getting wetter by the second.

She was so enthralled in jerking Bruno off that she didn’t realize that Bruno was about to cum. But he knew. And he was going to give her a proper send-off. Oh, what a sight she’d be with his huge load across her face, pastry and sticky clinging to her beautiful facial features. He was going to make sure to make her his before she departed.

“Ahhh, Sandra… keep going! Just like that!” he roared.

Sandra kept up her pace and then some, eager to finish him off. The fact she was about to make another man cum from her hands alone was oddly empowering. She felt almost proud to bring him to completion with her hands. His fat cockhead swelled with each stroke, and his balls churned.

Then his balls jumped, surprising Sandra completely, as several huge ropes of cum launched out and coated her face with his hot seed. “Oh meine gott!” Sandra shrieked in surprise, unable to process what was happening. 

Bruno bellowed loudly as his cock kept pulsing and firing more of his thick load. It splattered all over her face and chest. A few strays even hit her in the blonde hair that Lucas adored so much. Sandra instinctively tried to pull away as his gooey load drenched her. But Bruno didn’t allow it. His grip held her head firm.

Sandra let out a frustrated growl as she was forced to endure his cum shower. His hot seed stung her eyes and got into her mouth, coating her tongue with his nasty bitter, salty flavor. Her face was covered with his seed as more and more ropes shot out of him. It was so hot and heavy, almost like syrup. Lucas never came this much, he wasn’t even close to the sheer volume Bruno produced!

After about a couple of more ropes, Bruno finally pulled his cock away, leaving Sandra shocked and covered with his mess. Shutting her lips, she reflexively gulped down what was in her mouth, savoring his flavor. It wasn’t that much, but it was incredibly potent.

“Hah! You liked that, didn’t you?”

“V-v-vhat? No! I- I just want your cum out of my mouz!” Sandra hissed, her accent thickening as she wiped off what she could from her lips and face.

She became acutely aware of her state of disarray. She needed to get cleaned up as soon as possible! Getting up to her feet, she undid her sarong and hurried down to the water. Submerging herself into the warm water, Sandra splashed her face and hair, watching away his sticky semen.

She felt so dirty on the outside as well as the inside. What she did was so wrong, so taboo, giving another man a handjob, spitting on his cock. Sandra just wanted to curl up into a ball and cry. But as guilty as she felt, her body tingled with curiosity and arousal. There was this strange tingling feeling buzzing inside of her that made her heart race with excitement. Despite how depraved she acted behind her husband’s back, it was thrilling. Never had she felt this rush before. It made her want to seek this feeling again.

Sandra kept comparing Bruno to her husband. The older man was so big, way bigger than Lucas. She couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like inside her. An itch manifested deep within her core as she thought about his impressive manhood. The vivid image of it was seared into her mind, rendering her hopelessly confused about her predicament. It made her feel guilty, but at the same time, hopelessly intrigued and curious. Though, after what she did with Bruno… It was just so wrong… So taboo…

Stepping out of the water, Sandra groaned in discomfort feeling the sand sticking to her feet and between her toes. But she was quickly reminded of her depravity seeing Bruno now standing in front of her beach setup with his shorts back up his big hairy legs. She discerned his smug toothy grin and seemingly glowing gold crown.

Sandra's stomach churned and her face blushed from the sheer amount of embarrassment crashing over her. She still couldn’t believe that she jerked this old man off and let him cum on her. It was beneath her to do something so vile! What on earth even led her to do such a thing?

Bruno’s dark eyes hungrily ate up the Swiss wife’s elegant wet form as she approached him. He felt his cock swell once again in his shorts as he examined her fair serene skin, elegant curves, perky, yet supple tits, and long legs. The burly man licked his lips imagining having her on his bed, fucking her better than her husband ever could, and making her addicted to his cock. He chuckled to himself knowing that this goal was tangible. If he could persuade this polite, Swiss woman into a handjob, it was a certainty that he could get more.

“Ugh, vhat are you still doing here??” Sandra snarled as she tried to move past him. 

“Me? I still want to get to know you better,” Bruno replied with his signature smug smile as he grabbed her arm. 

Sandra gasped as she felt his strength and how brazen he was! He just grabbed her! His big rough hand had her in a vice grip, causing her to halt in her tracks. “Tsk, vould you stop grabbing me like that?!” the Swiss wife spat. 

“Oh, come on, you know you like it, being handled by a real man like me,” Bruno declared confidently as he forcibly tugged her to him.

Sandra was rattled by how easily this burly man could move her. Lucas could never do something like this to her; mostly because he was never the dominant type, but his lack of physical prowess may have also played a role in that. 

Bruno was a vulgar man, everything opposite of what her husband was. Everything about the older man seemed flawed, but, even after all that, Sandra had this strange attraction toward him. It was as if his forceful and salacious behavior was unlocking her hidden desires. As if it was instinctual.

Being the same height, Sandra and Bruno’s faces became dangerously close as she was pulled toward him. Her boobs pressed against his chest, causing her cheeks to flush. She could even feel his intimate warmth and heavy breathing. 

“Augh, enough of this. You need to leave, now,” Sandra commanded, pushing against his chest. But Bruno wrapped his big big arms around her wet torso, holding her still. Her breaths got sharp and shallow as her heart raced. His raw strength made her knees go weak as she melted into him.

“Yeah, yeah, I will in a bit. But first, I want to know what you thought about my cock,” Bruno said as his rough hands carefully traced the sides of her torso.

Sandra winced at his touch. He was suddenly so delicate, so sensual. It was forceful, but with determined conviction, as if he was taking what he wanted. Her pussy was growing insatiably wet. “Vhat is there to talk about? I touched you, and that’s that. Vhy must you torment me,” the beautiful blonde replied. 

“Why must you deny your desires?” Bruno retorted. “Just tell me. Tell me the truth. I’ll keep it a secret,” Bruno responded with a more gentle voice. Sandra pursed her lips and leered at him. “And don’t say anything about your husband, he’s not here. What he doesn’t know won’t harm him,” the bald man added. 

Sandra unknowingly bit her lip feeling his hands down the curves of her hips and onto her ass. “Sheisse…” she quietly cursed. 

“Tell me… Tell me what you think…” he persisted. 

Rolling her Nordic blue eyes, Sandra let out a heavy sigh and finally answered, “It vas big…” 

“Hmm, how big?”

“Very…”

“Bigger than your husband?”

Sandra hesitated. “Yes… vay bigger than him…” It felt wrong admitting that to Bruno, but oddly enough, it gave her that tingling buzz she grew to enjoy. It was like admitting his superiority over the man she loved, which gave her mixed emotions.

Bruno grinned victoriously and gave her ass a firm squeeze, eliciting a moan from her lush lips. “Did you enjoy stroking me off?” he continued, his aged face inching closer to Sandra’s. 

“Yes… I- I liked stroking you…” Sandra replied, her face involuntarily approaching Bruno’s as well. She had no idea why she was falling deeper into this man’s grasp. Thoughts of her husband were shoved to the back of her mind as she gave into her carnal desires. 

“Did it feel good in your hands?” Bruno continued. Sandra slowly nodded, nibbling on the corner of her lip. “Say it, I want to hear from your lips,” the bald man ordered.

“Yes, it felt good in my hands… It vas so big…”

“And what about my cum? Did you like it?” 

Sandra’s throat got dry. This man was summoning the depravity from her very being. “Yes… I liked your cum…” the beautiful blonde admitted. 

“Tell me why you liked it.”

Sandra’s breath trembled with arousal. “Your cum is so thick… so hot…” she began.

“Keep going…” Bruno prodded. 

“There vas so much of it… I’ve never seen a man cum as much as you do…” Lucas never came that much for her, no matter what she did.

“And how do I taste?”

“Good…” was all Sandra could say in the lowest of mutters. Bruno grinned victoriously. This sexy Earuopean would be his in no time. 

Sandra’s heart pounded in her chest finding that her face was now dangerously close to Bruno’s. Her hands reflexively grabbed onto his wrists feeling his big hands fall onto her ass. His pudgy fingers dug into her soft flesh, salaciously kneading and groping her cheeks, splaying them around as if it was playdough. He was so rough, so vulgar, but Sandra felt herself get flustered from getting manhandled by him.

Then, making the first move, Bruno shortened the remaining distance between them and connected lips with her. Sandra’s eyes shot open as she felt his tongue force its way past her lips and into her mouth. Why wasn’t she pushing him away, or putting up any sort of resistance? Instead, she fell into it. She couldn’t believe she was kissing a man that wasn’t her husband. How could she allow herself to be seduced by this lecherous old man?!

But no matter how wrong she knew what she was doing, Sandra continued to allow Bruno to keep kissing her. His big tongue danced and twirled with hers, and his saliva tasted like cigarettes and alcohol, causing her stomach to twist with disgust. But despite all that, Sandra found herself melting deeper into his kiss. 

Eventually, she got into the flow of things and began to kiss him back. Their lips sloppily pressed and smacked together as her tongue lurched into his mouth. Sandra’s pussy became sopping went as she swapped saliva with Bruno. As they made out, her hands left his wrists, allowing the older man to have free reign on her ass, and wrapped her arms around his wide torso. 

The two pushed and tugged at each other as their naughty kissing intensified. Sandra felt Bruno’s mast grow against her, making that itch inside of her grow. “Mhmm, hmmm, mhmmm,” the Swiss wife moaned between their lips as she pushed her body further into his. 

She was lost in the arousal. She would admit that Bruno was a far better kisser than Lucas ever was. Bruno was just so assertive, so domineering with her. From how he grabbed at her and kissed her screamed that he was a man that took what he wanted, and that made her even more attracted to the old bastard. It was wrong to admit such feelings, but it is only natural that a female would gravitate to a stronger and more dominant male. 

But eventually, their sloppy kissing session was cut short by the abrupt sound of a group of people approaching them from behind the brush further behind them. Sandra’s ears perked up, discerning the familiarity of some of the voice, and hastily jerked back from Bruno, strings their mixed saliva connecting from their lips.

“Sheisse! You need to leave, now!” Sandra urgently said, breaking from Bruno’s embrace. “I think my husband is back!”

Bruno casually turned around and recognized the group of people approaching their location. “Hmm, that’s a damn shame… but sure thing sexy… You wouldn’t want your husband catching you with a real man,” the burly man replied. Sandra blushed heavily grasping the gravity of her nefarious situation. 

“I hope to see you around soon,” Bruno smirked, reaching over and giving Sandra’s ass one last firm squeeze.

“Shush it, and just leave already! Schnell!” Sandra hissed in her native tongue, pushing Bruno away from her beach setup. Rolling his eyes, Bruno chuckled and walked off showing with a gentle wave, leaving Sandra alone.

Sandra nervously glanced between Bruno and the sound of the encroaching group of people. She sighed in relief to see that her new ‘friend’ was now a safe distance from her to stave off any suspicion. She quickly looked over herself to see if she was somewhat presentable. She wasn’t. Sandra was still soaked from the water, and her entire demeanor was left utterly flustered from her adulterous encounter.

Turning the corner, Sandra spotted her husband and his cousins with cases of beer in hand, loosely laughing and conversing. “Oh, you went for a swim??” Lucas surprisingly queried, noticing her wet body. 

Sandra’s cheeks became rosy knowing the reason why she uncharacteristically went into the water. “Yeah… I just thought I might take a quick dip… It vas getting pretty hot out…” she explained to her husband. Lucas smiled and nodded.

“Well, that's fun! You should have swum with us earlier!” he cheered, it was becoming more apparent that he was a little tipsy. 

Sandra was quickly reminded of where Lucas’ whereabouts, causing her eyes to frustratingly glare at him. “And vhere did you go??” she asked, maintaining a calm voice. 

“Oh, me? Eh… I just went into town with my cousins to get a few drinks, that’s all.”

“And you didn’t bother to tell me?” Sandra said sternly. Lucas’ eyes widened.

“What?? You were sleeping, I didn’t want to bother you since you were sleeping.”

Sandra rolled her eyes and shook her head. “And you didn’t even text me…” she added. 

“Oh, right… I forgot, sorry…” Lucas’ nonchalantly shrugged. A vein popped in Sandra’s forehead. Did he not understand how this was a big deal? He just left her completely on her own in a foreign country! Well… almost completely on her own… 

Maybe her fidelity would have been in full condition if Lucas hadn’t abandoned her. How could he just go off like that?

“Ugh, vhatever,” the elegant blonde sighed at his inconsideration.

“Are you mad or something??” Lucas asked; could he really not tell?!

“Hmmm, maybe,” Sandra grumbled. “It’s just that ve made plans to go into town together, remember? I appreciate the thought of not vanting to vake me from my nap, but you have to remember the things ve agreed on together!”

Lucas visibly shuddered hearing his wife rip him a new one. Sandra was both frustrated and mad at her husband. If he had just woken her up, none of the things with Bruno would have ever happened! She would have never broken her vows and delved into the alluring pool of depravity if Lucas just would have cared just a little more.

But as mad as she was, Sandra spotted his cousins awkwardly standing behind him. Her ears got red hot recognizing she was causing a commotion; something she hated doing. While she still thought Lucas was in the wrong, it was not right for her to cause a scene. “Hmmm, it’s fine, though… just please be a little more considerate next time,” Sandra sighed, attempting to de-escalate the situation.

Lucas’ glum face quickly lit up and happily nodded as if nothing happened which caused Sandra to feel a little irked that her husband seemed to not grasp what she told him. Nonetheless, the tension had seemingly loosened, allowing everyone to move on.

-

Back inside Joana’s home, Sandra, Lucas, and his cousins spent the remainder of the evening drinking more alcohol and eating delicious food Joana had cooked. Sandra’s mood had been somewhat lifted after indulging herself in a couple of drinks. She wasn’t much of a drinker, but she certainly enjoyed having a light buzz. Hell, she needed it with the day she had so far.

As for Lucas and his relatives, they were going a little too hard with the alcohol in Sandra’s opinion. Empty beer bottles seemingly piled up as the sun descended. They were becoming excessively boisterous and jolly as they conversed, as they had worked quite a level of intoxication earlier in town. It was a bit amusing for Sandra as she observed them descend into incoherence. What surprised her was that Lucas was drinking more than he should. He was never a drinker either. Hell, he was lightweight when it came to alcohol! She knew that he was going to have one hell of a hangover by tomorrow. She should have stopped him, but considering that he was just having fun with his relatives, she abstained, he was just letting loose for a bit, maybe a little too loose. Plus, she wanted to get a little revenge on her husband for being inconsiderate. 

As Sandra lounged alone on the couch, she couldn't help but recall everything that had happened earlier with Bruno. Everything from jerking his big cock to orgasm to sloppily making out with him made her stomach flutter and cheeks turn red.

Sandra would admit it was wrong what she did, but at the same time, it just felt oddly right. The way that bald old man manhandled her made her feel things. Little did she know, she was clenching her loins reminiscing about it. Sandra stared at her husband as he loosely laughed and spoke loudly. Guilt and shame washed over her for cheating on Lucas. She couldn’t help but feel her stomach churn as she observed him enjoying himself on their vacation. Everything would be ruined if he were to find out what his lovely wife did with another man. His family would certainly chastise her, and Sandra could assume it would bring a swift end to their getaway. She shuddered imagining the awkward flight home. For the sake of their marriage, Sandra concluded that this was something she was never going to admit to Lucas. 

As shameful as she felt, resentment also swelled within her. Her mind shifted the blame of her inaction and capitulation to Lucas’ thoughtlessness. It was his fault that she had that illicit encounter with that burly old man. The more Sandra thought about it, she began to recollect all the offenses her husband had committed. 

Sandra was ticked off at this point. But the Swiss wife also kicked herself for being such a rollover. It wasn’t in her nature to lash out and state her true thoughts, but she wished it was. Maybe if she put her foot down more, Lucas would have stopped being so discourteous, and none of the stuff earlier would’ve happened if she had taken more charge. 

“Hey, honey! I- think…” Lucas drunkenly called out to Sandra. “I think we ran out of beer! Hiccup!” Sandra quizically arched her brow.

“And?” she replied. 

“Co-could you go out to the store and b-buy some more for us??” her husband stuttered his words. 

A flat and dead expression fell on Sandra’s face. “No, I think you’ve had too much to drink, Lucas,” the blonde wife sternly declared. She ignored the snickers from his cousins.

“Ah, what?!” Lucas whined. “C’mon, Sandra, I love you…” he tried to sweet talk her. But Sandra wasn’t having it, she was officially putting her foot down. He could whine all he wanted, this was it.

“No! Don’t give me that.” It felt a little good finally taking matters into her own hands. However, this feeling was short-lived as her husband’s cousins began to chime in.

“Oh, come on, Sandra. A little more drinking won’t harm anyone. You’re on vacation!”

“Yeah! Could you just do this for us?? Pleasseee.”

“Don’t be a buzz kill. Let us have our fun!”

Sandra’s cheeks went flush. She felt cornered, trapped by their prodding. A part of her wanted to remain steadfast, but another was succumbing to their peering pressure. Sandra didn’t want to feel like she was killing the mood. She wanted to be liked by Lucas’ relatives. 

“Yeah, please, Sandra. Could you go get us some more drinks?” Lucas added to the urging. 

Taking a deep breath, the blonde Swiss let out a heavy exhale. There was no point in arguing, they had her outnumbered. “Fine…” Sandra finally agreed with a resigned, annoyed tone. Their pestering won. Their childish immaturity battered her defenses to a pulp. So much for her foot being put down…

Lucas and his cousins cheered out in victory. 

“Yeah! You rock, Sandra!”

“You’re wife is awesome, cuz!” 

The compliments helped to ease Sandra’s frustration. “Vhere do I go to buy the drinks??” she queried as she got up from the couch. 

“There’s a shop nearby the house just a couple of blocks down the street. You can’t miss it,” one of Lucas’ relatives explained. “Here, use my money, this round is on me!” Lucas and the other cousins cheered as Sandra accepted the cash. 

Heading to her room, Sandra slipped on a loose black buttoned beach cover-up dress that went down to her mid-thigh since she was too lazy to change out of the bikini she was still wearing earlier. 

Leaving her room, she slipped on her sandals and exited the front door of the house. “Be safe!” Lucas and his relatives called out. Sandra just rolled her Nordic blue eyes and sighed. 

Since there were no sidewalks, Sandra had to walk on the dirt closely next to the small two-lane road. The sun had since set and the sky was dim with darkness. All that lit up the road were a few sparsely placed light posts, homes, and shops. 

Sandra was cautious of her surroundings since she felt sketched out walking alone in a foreign country. The fear of being mugged or worse played in her mind. “Vhy did I agree to this?! Ugh, screw them…” Sandra screamed to herself. She jumped hearing a noise over by the silhouette of a dumpster, causing her to up her pace.

The Swiss wife certainly felt like she was drawing the eyes of people lounging on their porches, walking by, and driving down the road. With everyone in this town sharing the same brown complexion, Sandra felt like she was sticking out like a sore thumb with her serene, fair skin and platinum-blonde hair. 

To her relief, the creepy atmosphere dissipated as she was met with kind smiles and welcoming waves. The people here appeared to be very kind just like Joana. Well, most of them except for a few curious onlookers at the beach and one particular bald older man… The thought about Bruno caused Sandra to blush again. She wondered if she would even see him again. For the sake of her marriage, she hoped that they would never cross paths again, but with how small this town was, likely they would.

As she ventured on, she felt a drizzle beginning to land on her skin. A few drops soon would progressively intensify as she continued to walk, eventually shifting into rain. “Augh, scheisse, no!” Sandra spat as she increased her pace; her clothing was ill-equipped to deal with the rain. 

The rain only got stronger, seemingly shifting into a tropical storm. Luckily, before things got worse, Sandra spotted a neon liquor sign glowing down the street, she concluded she was nearly at her destination. Hastily making her way there, she stepped up the porch stairs. Reaching for the rusted handle of the shop’s front door, Sandra opened it and entered. 

A loud jingle from the door chimes rang as she entered the shop. Sandra’s nostrils were immediately filled with this rustic aroma that permeated the interior of the shop. It looked a bit run down but in a good way. Glancing through the window behind her, she let out an uneasy sigh discerning the abrupt rainstorm raging outside. She got in just in the knick of time it seemed. “How am I going to get home now?” Sandra mumbled to herself. She shook her head and prayed that the storm would momentarily subside enough so she could rush back to the house. 

Sandra glanced and found that the shop was devoid of any other people. There wasn’t even a person at the cash register. Shrugging, she figured that they were probably in the back. Navigating the small aisles filled with foreign snacks and condiments, Sandra found the coolers that stored the alcohol that Lucas and his cousins desired. 

Opening it, she carefully rubbed her chin trying to figure out what to buy. She couldn’t recall what kind of beer they were drinking, and it didn’t help that all the bottles used lacked any sort of branding beyond the casing they came with. 

“Damn, vhat vas it again?” Sandra mumbled to herself as she examined the plethora of beverages in front of her. 

As she continued to search her ears perked up and her body jolted hearing someone suddenly speak to her. “Need any help, pretty lady?” Sandra’s heart raced. The voice was deep, rough, familiar, and unmistakable…

Slowly turning to her right, Sandra’s eyes widened and her mouth parted out of shock. It was Bruno! That distinguishable toothy grin was painted on his face as he leaned against the cooler next to her. 

Sandra immediately stumbled back. “Vhat are you doing here??” she stammered as her face became red hot. She hadn’t expected to run into him so soon!

“Me? I own this lovely shop here, sexy,” Bruno amusingly responded. “What are you doing here? Missing me already, Sandra?” the bald man shot back suggestively, purring her name.

Shame and disgust filled Sandra’s chest as she was quickly reminded of their previous encounter and the misfortune that occurred earlier. “Huh?! I vould never! I’m just here to buy more beer for my husband and his cousins. Nothing more!” the blonde urgently explained. 

Bruno took a moment and scanned up and down Sandra’s alluring form before continuing. Her cover-up was marked with droplets of water and her elegant blonde hair put up into a loose bun was moist. “Did you go for a swim again or something?” Bruno teased. 

Sandra rolled her alluring eyes and snarled. “It vas starting to rain before I got here,” she explained. 

“Is that right…” the older man muttered, glancing out the window and discovering the bullets of rain prickling the glass. “What kind of drinks are they looking for?” he continued. Striding to her, Bruno wrapped his big arm around her waist and directed her toward the open cooler. Sandra gasped feeling his strength once more as he tugged her with him.

The older man began to list a bunch of local brands she wasn’t knowledgeable in, seemingly shifting their suggestive conversation. But at the same time, Sandra could hardly focus on what he was saying feeling his big hand trace from the curve of her hip down to her ass. 

As much as she wanted to stop him, Sandra’s depraved desires lurched out, hindering her inhibitions. Having already done one salacious act made some groping seem almost tame… or perhaps even fine to some odd extent. Bruno then slipped his hand under her beach cover-up and hiked it up her legs before taking a handful of her plush ass, bringing her back to her senses. 

“I vould stop that if I were you,” Sandra halfheartedly chided, secretly clenching her loins at the sensation of his big rough hand squeezing her ass. 

“Hmm, I don’t want to stop, though…” the bald man retorted. “I think you are liking this too. It explains why you haven’t stopped me…” Sandra’s blue eyes flashed him a stern side glance. But he was right. His assertive nature allured her as if it was in her instincts. 

Sandra’s silence only answered Bruno’s conclusion. “Hey, do you want to play with my cock again?” he whispered into her ear, his hot breath sent shivers down her spine. 

“Huh? I don’t think I should do that again. I’m a married woman, remember?”

“Yeah, I remember. But the thing is, don’t you remember that I don’t care?” Bruno replied with a devilish smirk. “I’m not scared of your wimpy husband, and speaking of him, why did he send you to go buy drinks alone in a foreign country? It’s not exactly safe around here, and my, my, look at that storm raging outside. I couldn’t live with myself sending a woman like you out in such conditions. It’s very inconsiderate.” Bruno lied about the town not being safe—crime was considerably low in this area, especially compared to the rest of the country. 

Sandra’s resentment toward Lucas surged once more hearing Bruno say ‘inconsiderate’. “I might say, that’s not what a real man would do,” he serenaded the Swiss wife. 

Sandra closed her eyes and winced feeling yet another strong squeeze. She felt herself slipping into her primal desires. Why was she falling for his lecherous advances once again? Sandra should have known better and resisted against Bruno, but she simply couldn’t. Her inner consciousness and newfound taboo desires battled within her. And the thought of Lucas made her stomach churn. It was wrong that she was allowing this old man to have his way with her, but at the same time, it was his fault for putting her in this nefarious situation. 

“Are you wet?” Bruno suddenly asked.

Sandra shook from her daze and responded, “V-vhat?! Stop talking to me like that!” 

“No, I won't… Like I said, you like it. So stop denying it…” the older man reiterated. Sandra’s cheeks went flush, he was picking her apart with his truthful words.

Then, grasping her shoulders, Bruno forcefully turned her to him. “Oh! Hey! Bruno! Vhat are you-,” the blonde Swiss tried to say before getting caught off guard by his big lips. 

“Mpphhhpppp!” Sandra squealed into his mouth as his tongue slipped past her lips and forcefully danced with hers. As the burly old man hungrily kissed her, he pinned her against the glass door of the cooler next to them. The cool air was a stark contrast to what was going on inside of her.

Sandra was shocked and bewildered at his salacious advance, but oddly enough, not fearful or scared. She provided some form of resistance by pushing against his wide torso but didn’t fight as if she were in a life-or-death situation. In all reality, she was relishing the fact that Bruno was taking what he wanted like a true man should. It was such a difference to a certain individual who had no problem sending his woman out to do his errands.

Grabbing her ass with his left hand, Bruno traced his right down the curves of her perfect body and under the cover-up dress. He wasted no time shoving his hand down the front of her bikini bottoms. His dark eyes widened feeling that she was clean-shaven. Reaching deeper, his fat fingers reached the source of her sex. Sandra felt so hot and wet, just like he predicted she would.

Sandra gasped and squirmed against Bruno feeling him touching her pussy. She desperately tried to shove him away but the sensation of his digits beginning to play with her sopping slit caused her resistance to wane. Her pushing progressively got weaker as he fiddled his fingers across her lips, eliciting involuntary moans from her lips. 

“Mwah… Damn, Sandra, you’re so wet for me. I must be really missing my cock…” Bruno said in a low voice, momentarily separated from her soft lips. 

Sandra’s eyes were glazed with lust and her mouth was sexily parted with her tongue slightly hanging out. She panted heavily as her body burned with raging arousal. She knew it was wrong to allow this man to take advantage of her again, but she couldn’t deny her true desires. 

“Ugh, shut up…” the Swiss mumbled under her breath. Bruno happily obliged her request by joining his lips with hers again. 

As they twirled tongues, Bruno prodded middle and ring fingers against her folds. Sandra moaned and quivered with pleasure as her arms relaxed and subtly began to wrap around his wide body. The taste of his alcohol and cigarette-ridden saliva flooded her tastebuds. As gross as it was, she oddly became accustomed to it, she even enjoyed it in some strange way. 

It felt so naughty that her chaste had been breached once again. But Sandra couldn’t help it. The way Bruno interacted with her, touched her, and kissed her unlocked feelings she had never felt before. It made her blood rush with adrenaline and her body tingle with pure arousal. 

She did feel a bit guilty that she was cheating on Lucas again but in her mind twisted and rationalized her actions as a result of his incompetence and selfish ways. Everything that had happened to Sandra during their brief arrival to the town was because of Lucas. She would have never had that illicit encounter with the bald old man, which ultimately led her to this very moment. In some wicked way, this was her revenge toward her husband. 

“Mhhmmmm,” Sandra emitted a satisfied moan feeling Bruno’s fingers plunged deeper into her wet depths. He wiggled himself deeper, causing her knees to wobble and her hands to grip his stained tank top. Her sweet nectar flowed down his digits, pooling onto his callused palm. With each movement, her guilt washed away, replaced with a desire for more.

The sensation of how rough he was only stimulated her further. Releasing lips once more, Bruno nestled his face into her long, exposed neck and began to hungrily suck, lick and kiss her. “Ohhh… uh, augh… Bruno!” Sandra purred. The burly man smiled sensing she was falling further into his grasp. 

Sleuthing his fingers in and out, Bruno skillfully pleasured the European foreigner. Her nordic blue eyes rolled behind her skull feeling his prodding at places she never knew existed. “Ah ah ah… My Gott… Bruno…” she continued to spill her sounds of sultry pleasure. 

While he fingered her, she hiked her cover-up further up her body over her chest, exposing her bikini top and more of her skin. She shudder feeling her skin in direct contact with his thin tank top. The fabric subtly grazed against her seren skin, and she could feel his warmth emitting from his body, further increasing her arousal.

Tracing her hands up his back, Sandra encased his neck with her arms, pulling him deeper into her neck. Her toes clenched and her legs trembled. Bruno’s fingers felt thicker and reached far deeper than Lucas’ penis ever would! Sandra had also never been fingered like this before, not that her husband fingered her anyway.

“Ohh, ah!” Sandra moaned out, as Bruno hit a specific part of her.

Bruno felt satisfied with her reaction as he ravished her neck, suctioning her skin with his lips and lathering her with his saliva while blasting her innards with his thick fingers. Her alluring aroma filled his nostril and her sweet taste caused his cock to swell in his shorts. He needed to claim this woman as soon as possible!

Exploring her depths, Bruno curled his fingers up, causing Sandra’s eyes to shoot open and moan out in pleasure, indicating he found her G-spot. “AH! Bruno!” she screamed out. The bald man grinned and attacked her weak point, repeatedly prodding and pressing it. 

Sandra’s pussy throbbed heavily and her body like it was on fire. Subconsciously rolled her hips toward him in an attempt to extract as much pleasure from his fingers as possible. Bruno loved how this chaste woman gave in to her desires. 

With a few final surgical prods and curls, Sandra finally came. “AHHHHHHH!” she wailed. Her wet walls constricted tightly around Bruno’s thick fingers and her womanly juice gushed out, completely slathering his hand and her white bikini bottoms.

Sandra’s alluring eyes rolled behind her skull and her tongue sexily lolled out from her mouth as her orgasm ripped through her. It felt like electrical currents pulsing through her body, making her nerves go numb and her body tense with pure ecstasy. The blonde Swiss reflexively stood on her toes and her body lurched toward her extramarital acquaintance. She was experiencing the best orgasm in her life! Lucas never made her cum this hard, not that he did all. Even when she took the time to relieve herself, Sandra had never achieved this level of release. 

With her mind-melting orgasm slowly subsiding, Sandra let out a long exhale. Her arms loosened around Bruno’s neck and she fell from her toes. She couldn’t believe that she let this man finger her to orgasm, nor that it could be this good. But as wrong as it was, she couldn’t deny that he gave her the best orgasm of her life. 

Lifting his face from her neck, Bruno unsheathed his fingers from her quivering slit. Sandra involuntarily twitched at the sensation of his fingers leaving her empty. “Heh, how was that, sexy?” the older man inquired with a victorious grin.

Sandra’s eyes slowly rolled back from her skull and met his gaze. Panting, she weakly replied, “Th-that was good…” It pained her a bit to admit that, but there was no use in lying. 

“I can tell that was the best orgasm you ever had. Your wimp husband sure does a shit job tending to his wife,” Bruno declared. “A real man should never leave his wife unsatisfied.” He was playing at her weakness again. 

Taking his slathered hand to his face, he lapped and sucked off Sandra’s juiced from his fingers. “Hmmm, you taste so damn good…” Bruno grumbled with satisfaction. Sandra watched in stunned awe as the bald man salaciously consumed her nectar. It was so vulgar, so… arousing. 

But with her post-orgasm clarity settling in, Sandra gasped and remembered her original task. “Augh, scheisse! The drinks! I need to leave, now!” she exclaimed. Mustering the strength she pushed Bruno off of her, opened the cooler again, and reached for a random case of beer.

“Woah, now. I don’t think you’re going anywhere,” Bruno said, catching her arm. 

“Huh?!” 

“Look outside, sexy,” the burly man pointed out the window. Sandra’s blue eyes widened to see that the rainstorm only got worse. The heavy bullets of rain hit the building like it was fired from a gun and the howling wind became noticeable. Where did this monsoon rain come from, and why did it seem to cooperate with Bruno’s intentions? “I don’t think it’s safe for you to head home now… Rain storms like this can last quite a while, and you’ll get sick, or worse if you attempt to return home. It’s best you just wait out the downpour here… with me…” Bruno suggested with a low voice.

Sandra’s throat got dry as she blankly stared out the window. Her mind raced, wondering what she was going to do, and it was apparent that Bruno wanted to do more naughty things with her. She needed to leave while she still had a clear mind before descending back into more depravity with Bruno.

“Come on, Sandra. Let’s keep having fun… Don’t you want to see my cock again?” the older man said with a mischievous grin. Sandra slowly turned to him and glanced at the tent at his crotch. She unknowingly salivated, picturing his massive manhood in the flesh again.

“But… my husband… he’s vaiting for me vith his cousins. I can’t stay any longer,” the alluring blonde tried to reason. “It’s too risky.”

“Psh! I doubt that they’re even conscious right now, gah! I know how drinking goes. Once the alcohol stops flowing, you would just pass out. Trust me, I know!” Bruno explained with confidence, his beer belly was a sign of his expertise.

Sandra was conflicted. She knew that she couldn’t stay but at the same time, she was eager for more naughty fun. Taking another glance outside, she was given the perfect excuse for her absence if Lucas wondered about her disappearance. She didn’t want him and his family to worry. 

“Come on, Sandra. Let’s have some more fun together. I know you want to. Don’t you want to play with my big cock again?” he repeated. Sandra closed her eyes and struggled with herself to make a choice. “You’re on vacation, you deserve to let loose and have fun, no? No one has to know… this will be our little secret…” the bald man continued to prod. The Swiss wife gasped feeling him tug her hand directly onto his stiff mound.  

Involuntarily biting her lip, Sandra frantically began to mumble to herself in her native language. The feeling of this lecherous man’s throbbing cock under his shorts made her hopelessly horny, and her body was longing for more. The memories of her jerking his big uncircumcised cock on the beach earlier that day made her pussy grow wet once more. 

Her mind began to rationalize reasons to cheat on her husband again. She blamed him for driving her into another man’s arms. And the weather provided the perfect conditions to conceal her adulterous activities. If there was any opportunity to allow herself to give into her carnal desires, now was the time…

“Fine…” Sandra finally capitulated. “But no one can know, ever,” she sternly continued. Her fate was sealed. 

“Of course! This will be our secret, sexy” Bruno gladly agreed, making a zipping gesture on his lips. Amusingly rolling her eyes, Sandra went for her phone to inform her husband that she was stranded, and won’t be home until the storm recedes. But as she did, she realized she didn’t have her phone.

“No, no! My phone!” she exclaimed with an uneasy expression on her face. 

“Ah, don’t worry about that, sweetheart. This is a quaint community. Many of us here shelter people during storms like this all the time! Plus the reception gets bad when this happens, so your phone is much use anyway,” Bruno assured. “Assuming if your people aren’t knocked out, but I’m sure they are, they can safely assume you’re fine. So we are safe to conduct our fun without any bother!”

Sandra was apprehensive about his reasoning. But considering that Lucas and his cousins were very drunk, it was likely that Bruno’s predictions may be true. Furthermore, his statements about this town being a quaint community appeared true based on the pleasant interactions she encountered on her way to the shop.

Sighing, Sandra just gave an affirming nod. “So… vhat now?” she asked, her tone relaxing. 

Bruno smiled from ear to ear, his gold crown shining from the lights above. “Heh, that’s the spirit. Let me close up shop before I take us somewhere with a little more… privacy…” he said, his words rolling off his tongue with that Latino allure. 

Closing the cooler door, she watched Bruno turn off the neon sign and lock the door. Shutting off a few of the lights, the main space of the shop became dark, lit up by a few ambient lamps near the cash register. 

Sandra’s heart thumped in her chest. She felt nervous and exhilarated at what she was about to do. She had no idea what Bruno had in store for her, but she was certain it would be fun. Thoughts about her husband and wedding vows were shoved into a dark place in her mind. This little taboo escapade would be hers, and hers alone. 

Confidently striding toward her, Bruno locked eyes with the Swiss babe before him. He discerned an aroused glint in her fetching blue orbs as she eagerly nibbled on her lip. His cock swelled knowing she would be his by the time this storm ended.

Stepping closer to her, he could feel her sweet, hot breath brush against his aged face. “Are you ready?” Bruno asked in a low, quiet voice. Sandra hesitated for a brief moment before nodding in agreement. 

Licking his lips, the burly man reached under Sandra and swooped her from her feet. “Oh my!” she squealed with sudden amusement. The feeling of his strength made her even more attracted to the older man. Lucas never picked her up like this before, not like he could anyway due to his skinny stature.

A sinful grin formed on her beautiful face as she encased her arms and legs around him for support. With her mind concluded to her naughty desires, she leaned forward and placed her lips with Bruno’s. 

Bruno was delighted to see Sandra finally making some moves on her own. The burly old man carried her deeper into the store as she eagerly made out with him. Passing through some decorative door beads in the corner of the shop, he journeyed through the storage area before arriving at a door. Opening it with one hand, he slipped inside and kicked it shut with his foot. 

Sandra pulled away from Bruno’s lips and scanned her new surroundings. The dark room wasn’t large, but not very spacious either: It was big enough just for a messy full-sized bed against the flaky wall ahead of them, a small desk with a dusty, old computer, and a drawer. Just above the bed was a small window with a broken blind. Outside, she could see the rain sprayed against the glass and some flashes of lightning brightening the dark sky. 

“Welcome to my humble abode,” Bruno chuckled—his shop doubled as his home. 

“Hm, cozy,” Sandra sarcastically said with a small chuckle. Her nostrils flared out picking up a musky aroma permeating the air. But instead of being grossed out, it oddly heightened her arousal. Perhaps it was Bruno’s manly scent activating her primal instincts.

Setting her back down to her feet, Bruno grabbed Sandra’s soft ass and forcefully tugged her to him, intertwining their lips again. As their lips smacked and their tongues danced, the bald old man reached for her beach cover-up and began to unbutton it. 

Sandra couldn’t help but let out a playful, excited giggle at Bruno’s eagerness. At the same time, the attractive Swiss grabbed the hem of his tank top and lifted it from his wide body. 

Sandra’s cover-up fell from her body first, revealing the sexy white bikini she had worn earlier, while Bruno’s hairy, burly body and protruding beer belly came into full view not long after. Although he looked out of shape, boy was he strong.

“Hm, still wearing that bikini I like so much I see,” Bruno playfully remarked. 

Sandra rolled her striking blue eyes. Then, with a playful smile, she reached behind her and slowly unlaced the knot of her bikini top, allowing it to gracefully fall to the floor. 

Bruno’s eyes shot from his sockets seeing her nice, full D-cup tits display. Her cute, pink nipples were erect from her arousal. The bald man licked his chops wanting to suckle on her mammaries like a baby. 

“Like vhat you see?” Sandra said with a low, seductive voice; she was really leaning into her infidelity now. Bruno swallowed his saliva to quench his drying throat and rapidly nodded. With a proud grin, Sandra reached for her bikini bottoms and carefully loosened its tie, teasingly pulling on the string until they fell to her feet. 

Bruno’s breathing became heavy and labored as her smooth, clean-shaven pussy came into full view, her juices seeping from her slit, glazing her inner thighs. “God, damn, you are a sexy woman!” the older man exclaimed, his cock jumping in his shorts. 

“Danke,” Sandra thanked in Swiss-German. It brought her pleasure to be so openly desired. But she squinted annoyingly as it just dawned on her that Lucas barely even compliments her looks. 

Wanting to join his sexy European foreigner, Bruno swiftly dropped his shorts with his underwear down his big legs. Sandra sexily licked her lush lips seeing his big Brazilian cock once more, his bulbous cockhead lurching past his foreskin. It was as magnificent as she had seen before, maybe even better due to the erotic setting she found herself in. 

“Do you like what you see?” Bruno asked in return. 

“Mhmm,” Sandra let out a long, agreeing pur. 

With a triumphant smirk, Bruno grasped Sandra’s perfectly curved hips and shuffled her toward the bed behind. “Oh!” she gasped as she was pushed onto the mattress. Propping herself on her hands, she gazed at the burly naked man standing over her. His cock stood erect and his heavy balls hung low. 

Sandra's pussy quivered imagining what it would feel like to have such a thing lodged into her married depths. “Hmm, come up here. I want to feel those pretty lips of yours around my cock,” Bruno sternly ordered. Sandra obeyed the strong male and rose from the bed. 

Sitting up, her face became level with his throbbing manhood. Her eyes crossed, fixating on his bulbous cockhead and she carefully watched as his viscous precum leaked from his cavernous slit down to her serene, white thighs. 

“Hold it,” the burly man commanded. Biting her lip, Sandra reached out, wrapping her slender fingers around his veiny shaft with her right hand, and cusping his healthy baby makers with her left. “Ohhh, that’s it! I missed feeling these hands!” Bruno bellowed. He grinned feeling a cold tingle from her wedding ring making contact with his sack. 

She carefully stroked his shaft, drawing his foreskin back, revealing his cockhead, and gently squeezed his balls, causing even more precum to spew from his slit. “Ohhh, oohh, augh! Put it in your mouth!” Bruno groaned with need. 

Sandra swallowed the saliva building in her mouth. She didn’t even give Lucas blowjobs. It made her body tingle knowing she was about to do something for another man she didn’t do with her husband.  

Releasing her grasp from his genitals and resting her hands on her lap, Sandra leaned forward and wrapped her soft lips around his bulbous cock head. Goosebumps formed on her skin as his salty and musky flavor washed over her tastebuds. “Yeah! That’s it! Deeper, Sandra, deeper!” the bald man urged. 

Titling her alluring eyes up his body, his beer belly slightly obscuring his aged face, she hummed and took him deeper into her wet mouth. Inch by inch, his monstrous manhood slid into her welcoming orifice toward the back of her throat. Sandra was grateful that she lacked a gag reflex because this old bastard was simply massive! 

Bottoming out in her throat, Bruno let out a gratifying moan of relief surrounded by Sandra’s warmth and wetness. Locking eyes with the attractive Swiss beneath him, he gave a beckoning smirk to continue. 

With an aroused glint in her blue orbs, she drew her head back and initiated her oral pleasuring. She slowly bobbed her head back and forth eliciting heavy breaths from Bruno. Her mouth felt so good around him. The pleasure he was receiving felt even more rewarding knowing that she was a married woman. 

But as good as she was making him feel, Sandra was going rather shallow with her bobbing, only going just past his cockhead. “Augh, come on, Sandra. I know you can do better than that,” Bruno encouraged. Sandra squinted up at him and let out a heavy exhale through her nostrils. 

She proceeded to take him further into her mouth, going well past her previous limits. Sandra was a bit inexperienced when it came to sucking cock, but she did have that naughty secret of watching porn when she masturbated to take inspiration from. 

Relaxing her jaw, Sandra had an easier time sliding Bruno’s cock down her mouth. Each time she pulled away and delved back in for more she took a little more of his length. She needed her tight throat to grow accustomed to his massive size. Bruno’s groans and moans of pleasure signaled to her that she was doing something right. 

This only invigorated her efforts, recalling what she had seen in pornos, she proceeded to incorporate circular motions into her undulated sucking. This addition was taken into great effect by hearing a roar from Bruno. “OH YEAH! THAT’S IT BABY!” he gasped as he reflexively grabbed a hold of her head, his fingers sinking into her elegant platinum blonde locks. Sandra moaned feeling his strong, gripping hands forcing her to take his cock even deeper.

Bruno clenched her hair as Sandra’s amateur fellatio seemingly improved with every bobbing motion. Slurping and sucking pierced through the ambient rain rumbling in the background. Sandra’s throat had since adapted to his size, and now she freely deepthroated him with ease.

His cock glided in and out of her wet mouth as her motions became increasingly more fluid. Assisting Sandra in her sucking with gentle, yet firm tugs, Bruno began to thrust his hips forward, plunging his cock ever so deeper into her welcoming throat. 

“Gclk… Glck…” The sounds of Sandra getting deepthroated played like music to Bruno’s ears. 

“Oh, yeah, take it. Take it all, Sandra,” he hungrily cooed, providing her with steady strokes. “Yeah… take that cock…” the bald continued. 

Bruno glanced down at Sandra and reveled in the erotic scene before him. He smiled victoriously seeing her lush lips firmly wrapped around his thick shaft as she gazed up to him, appearing utterly entranced in her pleasurable duties. The old man couldn’t help but bask in her pure beauty. Even with his cock lodged in her mouth she had this heavenly glow to her that he couldn’t describe. 

Meanwhile, Sandra was hopelessly horny from her sloppy blowjob. This old man was drawing naughty skills she never knew she processed! “Hmmm, mhmmm, hmmm,” she moaned as she nimbly rotated her mouth around his throbbing love pole with her hands still quality resting on her thighs. Bruno’s manly pheromones permeated her buds, enhancing her arousal for her new mate. 

Wanting to take things further, Sandra fully swallowed his cock and held herself there. Using her tongue, she stretched it past her bottom lip and began to lick and tickle Bruno’s sack. Bruno’s bald head fell back out of pure pleasure shooting through his engorged cock. There were little to no words that could describe how Sandra’s throat felt; it could only be expressed through his moans. 

Feeling her chest burning from the lack of oxygen in her lungs, Sandra unsheathed herself from his entire length. The attractive Swiss gasped for air as strings of her saliva connected from his slathered cockhead to her lips. 

Bruno gazed upon her as she panted. Sandra had this buzzed look in her eyes as if she were drunk from sucking his cock. Cock drunk some might say. Her mouth chin was coated with her drool from her enthusiastic sucking. This only made her more attractive to the burly man.

“Where did you learn how to suck cock like that?! You’re a pro!” Bruno bemusely exclaimed.

Removing her hands from her thighs, Sandra grasped the base of his saliva-slathered cock with her left hand. “Hmm, vatching porn…” she bluntly replied with a sinful grin as she slowly began to stroke his wet shaft. Bruno chuckled, as chaste as she appeared, she turned out to be naughtier than he imagined!

But as he watched her stroke his cock, the old man couldn't pry his eyes away from her wedding ring in direct contact with his manhood; the old lecher wanted her to keep it on when she jerked him off earlier, but he held his tongue in fear of warding her off. He found it incredibly hot that this was the most blatant offense to Sandra’s marriage. Bruno was proud of himself that he single-handedly ruined this European woman’s marriage for his own gain. 

“Do you do this for your husband??” he genuinely asked, but with devious intentions as well; this couldn’t possibly be the first time she had sucked cock. 

Sandra offered a knowing smirk. “Hmm, no. I don’t,” she answered plainly. Bruno’s eyes widened with surprise and triumph. 

“You naughty girl. Doing things for strangers that you don’t for your husband,” Bruno teasingly said. Sandra sighed and amusingly rolled her fetching blue eyes. ”Do you like sucking my cock?” the old man continued.

“Mhm,” Sandra hummed. “It’s so big. I love how it slides down my throat…” She then gently slapped his cock against her left cheek, leaving an erotic wet mark on her before giving the underside of his cockhead a kiss. 

Bruno felt his blood pumping seeing how much she was leaning into their sexual mingling. Reaching down with his right hand, he tenderly cupped her face and placed his thumb against her soft, wet lips, parted them ever so slightly. 

“God damn, I need to fuck the shit out of you,” the bald man declared. Sandra flashed an agreeing smile before wrapping her lips around his thumb and gently sucking it. 

Pulling his hand away, Bruno ushered Sandra to move up the bed. She obediently scooted up the mattress, slipping her sandals off her pretty feet. Laying in the center of Bruno’s bed, Sandra couldn’t help but smell the musk of his dirty sheets. The older man’s pheromones only boosted her arousal, causing her pussy to leak onto the sheets, forming a damp spot beneath her. 

Kicking his slippers off, Bruno joined his European lover in bed. Sandra gasped as the mattress sunk before her, drawing her closer to the old man. Her heart pounded in her chest with anticipation and anxiousness. She was going to do it. She was going to fuck a man she just barely met. How could she descend into depravity so easily? 

Kneeling in front of her, Bruno took each of her legs and splayed them out before getting between them. Sandra nervously bit her index finger as her Nordic blue eyes were firmly locked onto his erect cock hovering just over her lower abdomen. She estimated how far deep he would go. 

“Meine gott! That thing is going to rip me apart!” she thought. 

Her breathing got slow and heavy as she anticipated Bruno to make his move. Licking his lips, he drew his hips back and lined his cockhead against her moist slit, splaying them as he prodded her lips. A sharp breath escaped Sandra’s lips feeling his sex against hers. It felt warm and it throbbed heavily against her, aching to delve into her welcoming depths. But as the old man was about to slip himself in, she hastily stopped him.

“Vait! Nein! Vait!” the Swiss spoke, pushing against his abdomen. 

“What??” Bruno grumbled with annoyance. 

“D-do you have a condom??” Sandra asked. “I’m not on a pill…” she nervously admitted. The old man’s eyes widened with excitement. 

“Oh, no, no, no. Real men don’t use condoms,” Bruno declared with a sinful grin, his cock eagerly throbbing to dive into her unprotected slit. 

“Vhat?! Bruno, I…” Sandra tried to say. She couldn’t risk having unprotected sex with a stranger!

“Trust me, it’s better when it’s raw. It’s more natural and fulfilling that way, baby,” the bald man interrupted, slipping his big arms under her knees and pushing her legs toward her chest, putting her into a mating press. Sandra was left puzzled and nervous, struggling to come up with any reason to object.

Sandra reflexively bit her lip being put into such a submissive position that Lucas never did this with her. Her pussy became tingly feeling his slip further past her lips. “Come on, Sandra. You want this. Don’t you want to experience what it’s like to fuck a real man? I’m sure your wimp husband does a piss poor job satisfying you.” Sandra cautiously leered at Bruno as he teasingly rubbed his cockhead along her pulsing lips, seemingly taunting her. But as fucked up as it was, the old bastard was right.

“I- we… No, it’s not…” Sandra stuttered, her mind racing. She let out a moan feeling Bruno slip deeper, his cockhead now enveloped by her lips.

“Just let this happen, Sandra… I’m gonna pound this European pussy of yours raw whether you like it or not anyway. I’m going to show you what real sex is like. So just sit back and enjoy this. I know I will!” Bruno stated affirmingly. Sandra's breath trembled, there was no way out of this. 

“Augh… vait! It’s dangerous! Ah! Oh… ohhhh…” Sandra lost her words as the old lecher lurched his hips forward, dipping his cock deep inside her married pussy.

Inch by inch his raw Brazilian hog delved between her lips, stretching her insides to its limits. “Oh, meine gott!” Sandra exclaimed, her voice trembling as she received his monstrous length and girth. “It’s so big! Augh! You’re ripping me apart!” 

“Argh, so tight!” Bruno winced with pleasure as he bottomed out in Sandra’s cunt. The sensation of his fat cockhead smushing against the entrance of her womb caused her fetching blue eyes to roll back in pure pleasure. Bruno was reaching places Lucas had never come close to. 

“How’s that, sexy?” Bruno amusingly asked seeing the lustful expression on Sandra’s beautiful face. The blonde just let out a heavy moan, signaling her pleasure.

Given the green light to continue, the burly man slowly drew his cock back before diving back in. Sandra let out sharp gasps as she adapted to his endowment. It was painful but in a good way. Each time Bruno’s cock slipped in and out, the more accustomed she became, causing her sharp breathing to relax into slow into an erotic pace. 

“Ah, ohh… Yes…” Sandra moaned melting into the pleasure. 

Bruno grunted and winced as he fucked her tight pussy with a slow, steady tempo. Her wet walls wrapped and contorted around his sleuthing shaft, gripping him with salacious ferocity. He feared that if he fucked her too hard too early, he would bust his load right then. 

Bruno gave Sandra long, deep strokes, eliciting heavy moans from the Swiss woman. Sandra's mind was melting and her pussy was on fire. Bruno was hitting places she had no idea existed! Sensing their sexes were more acquainted with each other, Bruno leaned forward, pushing Sandra’s long legs further toward her chest and planting his big hands onto the stained mattress for more leverage. 

“You like that? You like my big cock fucking your pussy?” Bruno hungrily said as he increased the speed of his pistoning hips. 

Sandra’s eyes rolled back from her skull, flashing a glint of utter lust and desire. “Yes… It feels so good… K-keep going…” she responded incoherently, seemingly forgetting about the risk of them fucking without protection. 

“Ah! That’s right! Take it! Take this big cock, baby!” Bruno roared as the clapping of their flesh reverberated through the dim and musky room. 

“Ah ah ah! Uh uh!” Sandra moaned. She glanced up and locked eyes with the burly man over her. The way he looked back made her stomach flutter and her pussy quiver. His eyes gazed upon her with determined intensity as he ground his teeth. She was a mere passenger in the pleasure she was receiving as he thrusted away at her wet cunt.

Sandra gripped the stained sheets and held on for her dear life as Bruno repeatedly slammed against her the entrance to her womb. Thoughts of her marriage were being forcefully dug out from Bruno’s big cock. 

“Has your husband ever fucked you this good?” the bald lecher grunted.  

Sandra bit her lip. “No… He’s never fucked me this good!” she responded with a needy voice, her inhibitions and chaste behavior had been tossed aside. 

Bruno grinned victoriously and released her legs from his arms. “Heh, that’s what I thought,” he began learning down to Sandra’s face. “How does it feel to fuck a real man, Sandra??” 

A devious smirk formed on Sandra’s soft lift. “It feels so good. I love the vay you hold me down and pound me. My husband’s little penis could never fuck me this good!” the blonde Swiss answered with her unfiltered thoughts. 

“Gaha! That skinny little wimp doesn’t deserve you! A woman like you deserves to get her world rocked by a man! A man like me! GAHA!” Bruno exclaimed, giving Sandra one big thrust. 

Sandra gasped and her legs sexy legs reflexively wrapped around his wide waist as her orgasm ripped from her very being. Holding himself balls deep inside her pulsing love canal, Bruno bent his head down and intertwined lips with Sandra. He groaned and winced feeling her tight walls constrict around his thick shaft like an anaconda. 

“Mhhmm, mhhhm, hhmmmm,” Sandra moaned into Bruno’s mouth in utter ecstasy as she creamed all over his cock. She clenched her toes, bracing herself as he resumed her thrusting. She never knew sex could feel this good!

The sounds of their lustful mating battled with the raging storm outside. The metal frame of the bed creaked loudly as their rutting intensified. Sandra felt like she was living a wet dream. It was surreal to her that she allowed herself to be seduced by a total stranger on the first day of her vacation. However, as taboo as it was, Sandra was loving it. Bruno was unleashing all her pent-up sexual frustrations, causing her to act so uncharacteristically depraved. 

Pulling away from her lips, Bruno went to her long neck and began to kiss and lick her. “Ah! Yes, Bruno! Ohhhh! Bruno! Fick mich!” Sandra wailed in Swiss-German as the older man continued his onslaught, giving her no room to rest. Even though he couldn’t understand the direct transition to her words, he knew what she meant. Her cries of pleasure only invigorated the older man, causing his thrusting to become heavier and faster. 

Sandra’s eyes were glazed with pure lust as she endured the jolts of pleasure buzzing heavily through her body. Crossing her ankles, she assisted Bruno in his fucking, eagerly dragging his hips down every time he drew back. Entangling his neck with her arms, she tugged her Brazilian lover deeper into her neck.

Sandra loved the sensations of Bruno’s eager lips on her and his big cock penetrating her tight pussy. His heavy balls slapped against her ass adding another layer of erotic pleasure over her. Everything about Bruno made her body tremble. She never wanted this to end. Luckily, thanks to the storm outside, she would seek to make the most of her taboo coupling. 

The contrast between Bruno’s dark, tan skin and Sandra’s fair, serene white skin was an erotic mixing of two differing peoples from across the globe. Bruno loved that he was getting his cock wet with European pussy while Sandra was aroused that she was fucking a foreign man. Even though Lucas was of the same ethnicity as Bruno, she didn’t consider him the same. Lucas was very Americanized while this burly old man was a true native through and through. And there was this added allure at how this dark, vulgar man corrupting her serene body and soul that made Sandra unbearably horny. Did she just unlock a new fetish?

Giving Sandra’s slathered neck one last, long lick, Bruno pulled away from her, getting himself back upright. “How was it cumming on a real man’s cock, Sandra?” Bruno said with a heavy exhale as he grasped her hips. 

“So good! I’ve never cum so hard before, Bruno. Augh, I need you to keep fucking me…” Sandra responded, her voice breathy and needy. 

“Hehe, of course, sexy. We have all night to enjoy ourselves,” Bruno devilishly replied, lifting Sandra’s ass from the bed with ease. 

Holding her up, the burly man resumed his thrusting, causing Sandra’s striking blue eyes to roll back and her body to tremble. Her long legs swung beside Bruno’s wide body as he vigorously pounded away at her married pussy. 

“Ah ah ah! Uh uh! Like zat! Keep fucking meine muschi like zat!” Sandra wailed, her accent seemingly becoming thicker. Her body rhythmically slid up and down the bed in tandem with Bruno’s fucking. The pressure inside her core was mind-numbing. Bruno left every nook and cranny of her pussy stimulated. Sandra was quickly becoming addicted to his cock. 

The bed frame creaked heavily, sounding like it was on the verge of collapsing from their nasty mating. “Yeah! That’s right! Who fucks you better!” Bruno roared as he grabbed under Sandra’s left knee for better support. 

“You, Bruno!” the Swiss wife eagerly responded. 

“Better than your wimp husband??” the bald man continued. 

“YES! Vay better than him!” Sandra screamed out, feverishly grabbing at the stained sheets. 

“I want you to say it! Tell me!” Bruno roared, driving his cock deep into her wet depths, slamming against the entrance of her womb. 

“You fuck me better than my little vimp husband!” As wrong as it was disrespecting Lucas, letting out all her frustrations toward him felt liberating. 

Bruno licked his lips seeing this woman devolve into a mindless fuck toy. “Yeah, that’s what I like to hear!” 

Setting her ass back down to the bed, Bruno slipped out of Sandra’s dripping pussy and wiped the sweat from his brow. The blonde let out an annoyed sigh feeling his cock leave her empty.

“Roll over. I want to pound your pussy from behind.” Sandra showed a sinful smirk and obediently did what she was told. 

Rolling over, she lay prone for her Brazilian lover. Swiveling her head around, she locked eyes with Bruno and teasingly wiggled her perfect ass, taunting him to come fuck her. 

Getting into position, Bruno kneeled over her with her legs between his. Grabbing Sandra’s plush, white cheeks, he spread them apart and admired her pulsing slit, eagerly awaiting for him to slip back into its welcoming warmth. The old man licked his chops observing her juices and cream seeping from the Swiss woman’s pussy. 

Taking his cock, Bruno sandwiched himself between her cheeks, giving her a few playful thrusts. “Bruno! Hehe,” Sandra giggled. “Hurry up and put it in.”

Bruno’s signature toothy grin from on his lips. He loved how he turned this chaste woman into his slut. Tilting his slathered manhood down, he pushed his cockhead against Sandra’s pussy lips and delved back into her depths. 

“Ohhhh, yes!” the blonde let out a long sigh of relief feeling his sex fill her once more. 

Bruno started with long, deep strokes. Sandra writhed beneath the burly man feeling his manhood reach her previously unventured territories. “Ohhh, hmmm, yes…” she mewled. 

The bald man sensually rolled his hips into her soft ass. With every few thrusts, he would hold himself balls-deep inside of Sandra and twist and make circles with his hips, eliciting long, heavy moans from the Swiss wife. 

Bruno admired her perfectly toned back as he fucked her. Everything from her long legs, serene white skin, and shapely body made the old man thank God for encountering this Goddess of a woman. 

Increasing his tempo, Bruno, leaned down and planted his hands onto the bed for more leverage. The mattress bounced and shook beneath them as he dicked Sandra down like the needy slut she was. The sounds of their clapping flesh and heavy panting managed to pierce through the heavy rain outside. 

“Ohhh, yes… Like zat… Please keep fucking me like zat. Your cock feels so deep inside of me… It feels so amazing, Bruno,” Sandra sexily cooed as she grabbed onto his wrists. His heavy weight bearing over her made her feel so aroused. 

Sandra bit on the salty sheets as his pumping intensified further. She was thoroughly delighted that this old man was taking her to pleasurable heights she never knew existed! Her body shifted against his as their contrasting skin connected. It felt so good to be fucked. Not making love, nor having sex, to be fucked!

Going for her elegant blonde hair, Bruno dug his fat fingers into her soft locks and undid her messy bun, allowing her hair to fall freely to her shoulders. Bending down closer to her, Bruno went to Sandra’s left ear and began to whisper naughty things to her. 

“You’re such a good fuck. The best fuck I’ve ever had,” the older man grunted, his hot breath hitting her. “Aren’t you happy we met? Until now, you’ve never known what it’s like to have real sex,” Bruno stated affirmingly. 

Sandra glanced over and met his gaze. Her eyes were glazed with lust. The only thing she could think about was Bruno’s incredible manhood rearranging her guts and the man whom that cock was attached to. 

Stretching her wet tongue from her lips, she leaned up to Bruno for a kiss. The old man happily obliged and wrapped his lips with hers. They sloppily tongued each other as their sexes combined in the most primal ways. The two eagerly swapped saliva, practically drinking each other’s oral fluids. Pulling away, they left long strings of their mixed spit connecting to each other’s lips. Sandra never shared a kiss as passionate as that before. Yet another mental check mark for the long list of things she didn’t do with her own husband. 

Refocusing his efforts, Bruno seized Sandra’s wrists and pinned them against the bed. “Oh?!” she amusingly gasped. Biting on his lip, the burly man proceeded to slam himself into her. 

“Ah uh ah! Ohhh! Fuck! Keep going, Bruno! Don’t stop! Never stop! Keep fucking me! Claim this married pussy!” Sandra wailed out, her legs kicking up behind him.

They two were deeply immersed in their intense fucking. Hell, they were mating more than anything. Their bodies were slick with sweat from their rutting, utterly soaking the sheets beneath them. Combined with the profoundly erotic setting they found themselves in, it made everything even more arousing. The raging monsoon outside provided the perfect storm for Sandra and Bruno’s illicit infidelity.  

“Pound me, Bruno! Give it to me! Ah! Yes! Fuck me harder! I need it! Do something my vimp of a husband can’t! Fuck me!” Bruno was loving how Sandra was berating her husband on her own. He had her firmly in his grasp. 

Her lustful pleads made Bruno insatiable. He found it a miracle that he even lasted this long! But alas, he was edging closer to his limit. Her hot, gripping pussy was proving to be too much to handle for the aged man. Luckily, he had all night to indulge himself in this European delicacy. 

“Oh, yeah! That’s it! Take that cock! Augh! Fuck yeah!” Bruno grunted, his sweat dripping from his chin and onto Sandra’s naked back. He pistoned his cock in and out of her sopping hole with skillful precision. Her pussy had a firm hold on his shaft, eagerly trying to pull him back in every time he drew back. 

“Argh… Gah! So tight!” Bruno groaned as he rapidly reached his limit. Sandra’s heavy moans and serenades of pleasure caused to old man to finally announce his impending orgasm. 

“Augh! I’m gonna cum!” Bruno roared, thrusting faster to achieve his long-awaited climax. However, his words seemingly snapped Sandra from her lustful stupor. 

“Huh? Vhat??” she uttered, grasping what was happening. “V-vait! Augh! No! You’re not vearing a condom! You can’t do it inside! Pull out! Pull out!” she desperately exclaimed, trying to pry herself away, but to no use. 

“Sorry, sweetheart. I ain't pulling out of this pussy!” Bruno cheerfully declared, keeping her firmly pinned beneath him. Sandra attempted to thrash free from his hold, the burly man was simply too strong and heavy. 

“No! This can’t happen! I might get pregnant! I can’t get knocked up by a stranger!” 

Sandra continued her hopeless struggle, causing Bruno to grunt with annoyance. She gasped as the burly man grabbed her face with his big and forced her to make eye contact with him. “Stop squirming, would you?!” he growled causing Sandra to tremble by his dominating demeanor. “Now listen. You are my woman now, got it?? For as long as you’re in town, this pussy belongs to me, and me alone. So that means I get to cum wherever the fuck I want!” Bruno’s aggressive words were backed by his forceful thrusting.

“Ah! No… This isn’t right…” Sandra mewled in submission. 

“Shut it, slut! You are my woman now!” Bruno cut her off, squishing her cheeks with his fingers. “I’m going to bust my load deep inside of this married pussy and claim you once and for all!” 

Sandra’s mind raced. Her situation was hopelessly precarious. Bruno had no intention of pulling out. She groaned feeling his cock tensing inside of her, on the verge of unleashing his load inside her unprotected pussy. Lucas, her marriage, everything was on the cusp of being destroyed if Bruno managed to knock her up. 

However, the way the old man was pounding her was causing her instincts to seize control over her inhibitions. “You’re about to be knocked up by a real man! You’re wimp of a husband doesn’t deserve a woman like you!” Bruno roared. His declaration made Sandra’s stomach curl. 

However, instead of objecting the Swiss wife went silent, and her resistance subtly waned. “Hmm, you like that sound of that, don’t you, Sandra? Being impregnated by a real man, unlike your husband,” Bruno said, noticing her slowly giving in. 

“Huh? Ugh, no! My husband is man enough!” Sandra stammered. That was a lie. 

“Yeah, sure he is!” the bald man sarcastically replied. “That’s why you’re fucking me then, right? Just give in to your desires. I know your body wants this. I can feel it in your tight pussy. It’s wrapping around my cock, eager to take my load. So why do you keep fighting it? It’s only natural that women are attracted to more assertive men, like me! HA!” 

As much as Sandra wanted to deny it, Bruno was right. A big factor in why she gave in to the old man’s advances was because of how upfront and dominant he was. She was allured by it, attracted to it. It made her feel gitty and excited inside. 

But before Sandra could properly gather her thoughts Bruno let out a roar. “Oh shit! Here it comes, bitch! Augh! YOU - ARE - MINE!” Driving his cock deep, Bruno bottomed out inside Sandra’s love canal and planted his bulbous cockhead against the portal of her fertile womb, flooding it with his thick virile seed. 

“OH MEINE GOTT!” Sandra involuntarily gasped as her legs kicked up and her toes curled. She felt his hot sticky ropes fill her insides to the brim. Her Nordic blue eyes rolled behind her skull as another orgasm tore through her. It felt undeniably good being creampied by a man like Bruno. It was so primal, so natural, so amazing…

“Ohhh, yeah! Take it like the good slut you are… Yes… Fuck, I’m filling you up good, baby!” the bald man cooed, giving Sandra a few good pumps. 

“Ah… scheisse… you came in me… you came in me…” Sandra incoherently mumbled in pure ecstasy. Her wet walls hugged Bruno’s throbbing shaft tightly, milking him for everything he had. 

Spewing his last few loads, Bruno, slowly withdrew his manhood from Sandra’s inseminated pussy. His cock sprung into the air, flinging their mixed bodily fluids onto her ass and back, leaving long strings between their sexes as well. 

Letting go of her face, Bruno plopped onto his ass and let out a victorious sigh. “Wow, that was something, eh?” he calmly said, as if didn’t just attempt to impregnate her. 

Sandra quivered as she just lay there limp. Her mind struggled to grapple with what just happened. “Damn, you, Bruno…” she weakly spat, turning her head toward the bald old man. “I can’t believe that you just did that. Vhat am I going to do if you get me pregnant??” Rolling over, she spread her legs and reach down to her used pussy. Her eyes widened feeling the thick globs of cum leaking from her slit. Collecting some, she raised her hand and saw how thick and creamy it was. It was almost a certainty that Bruno could knock her up. 

“Heh, then you’ll get pregnant!” Bruno answered with a wide grin. “What’s the issue with that??” 

Sandra scoffed and shook her head. “Vell, for one, you aren’t my husband! I can’t have your bastard child!” 

“Ah, you want this and you know it. It explains why you cheated on your husband so easily. You needed a real man to come around and show you what you needed. Alas, here we are,” Bruno explained to his European fuck buddy. 

“It’s in every woman’s nature to seek superior genes for their offspring, all that science stuff blah blah... You’re really just in this for the good fucking I’m givin’ ya. I’m doing things to you that your husband could ever dream of! And don’t even try to make up some bullshit. Your body was speaking all kinds of truths to me…” the smug old man continued. “As for you getting pregnant, well, that’s just the consequence of this whole sexy ordeal.”

“You say that as if it’s not a big deal,” Sandra remarked, showing a stern expression. 

“Heh, that’s just nature, baby. I figured that a woman like you wants a kid anyway. So let’s just say this is my gift to you, a kind welcoming gesture from a mere local man.”

Sandra bemusely arched her brow. Bruno was so cocky and brazen! It made her mad, but at the same time, strangely aroused. “That still doesn’t change the fact that you aren’t my husband… What do I tell him… if I do… end up pregnant…” Sandra struggled to string her words. 

“You tell him nothing,” the bald man answered plainly, leaning back, propping himself on his hands. “You’re already this far off the deep end, there’s no turning back now.” 

Sandra nervously bit on her finger contemplating Bruno’s statement. There was no going back, she was effectively stuck in a hole she couldn’t climb out of. There was no way in hell Sandra would tell her husband, it would mean the end of everything! All she could do was swallow her pride and do something so egregious to her marriage; keeping this a secret. For the sake of everyone it was the right thing to do, the only thing to do…

“Enough of the pondering, Sandra. Why don’t we continue with the fun?” the older man suggested, grabbing the base of his monster cock and waving from side to side. 

“I don’t think that’s a good idea…” Sandra murmured. 

“Oh come on, I know you want another good fuck. I’ll even let you ride it, hehe,” Bruno kindly offered. 

Sandra unknowingly bit her lip seeing his mast rise for her again. Her inner core ached, feeling an empty void inside her pussy. She needed to fuck him again. “You’re going to cum in me again…” the blonde tried to make an excuse. 

“Psshh, and I’ll do it again! And you want that!” Bruno roared. “And what’s the harm in that? I already did it once. So what does it matter if I do it again?? It’s not like you can go anywhere as well. That storm is still wreaking havoc out there, you’re stuck here with me!” His twisted reasoning made Sandra’s mind swirl. 

Her inhibitions battled with her desires. She knew that continuing would increase the risk of a morally unjust pregnancy, but at the same time, her female instincts screamed at her to take another dip into the depravity. She needed to be mated by a big, strong man like Bruno again…

A heavy, resigned exhale escaped her nostrils as she made her conclusion. “Scheisse… Dammit… Forgive me, Lucas…” Sandra mumbled guiltily to herself. 

Sandra blushed, abashedly grabbing her arm, and offering a subtle nod. Noticing this, a victorious smile formed on Bruno’s lips as he crawled to her. Kneeling before her, he grabbed the curve of her hip and shoulder and tugged her in for a passionate kiss.

The Swiss wife was tense initially, but as their tongues swirled and danced, she slowly melted away. Taking hold of her body with his big arms, Bruno rolled onto his back, hoisting Sandra with him. She gasped as she was now straddling him.

Pulling her lips away, a noticeable glint of lust could be seen in her Nordic blue eyes as she accepted her true desires. Bruno just smirked proudly. He was going to make the most of this clandestine opportunity he was given…