[Commission] Natalie Loosens Up (Patreon)

Author's Note: This was a commission requested from a user named Tony. They've been a frequent commissioner and I've really enjoyed their projects. I hope you enjoy the one shot story we created about a trio of suburban wives on a spring break trip of wild adventures.

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Natalie Loosens Up

Natalie stepped out of the cab into the humid heat of Miami. The sun was golden in the cloudless sky and made the lapping tide glitter as it made its way rhythmically in and out along the beachfront. Chrissy and Jennifer slipped out of the cab on the other side, already full of laughs and energy as they followed the cabbie to the trunk to pull out their bags.

The smell of salt filled Natalie’s senses as she brushed back her mousy brown hair and tied it into a ponytail. Her light blue summer dress rippled in the breeze as she walked to the back of the cab, grabbing her suitcase and pulling out the handle to start rolling it up the walkway into the lobby of the seaside hotel. Her friends were laughing like school girls despite being in their mid thirties, those college and high school days long passed. In some ways Natalie envied her friends, they hadn’t lost that youthful edge to marriage and children and suburban life. They made this trip on spring break nearly every year and finally Natalie had relented and said yes to coming along.

This really wasn’t her sort of thing. At best she liked to lay by the pool and read a book on her Kindle or just listen to music. Going to parties and clubs and wading her way through the endless sea of bodies that populated the beaches at this time of year did not seem like fun. But… life at home had become a bit stifling. Not that she wasn’t happy. Her husband and kids were wonderful and she loved her life. She knew she was blessed. But… that didn’t mean she didn’t feel overwhelmed and tired sometimes. A little vacation seemed well earned and Ethan had even agreed that she should go with her friends and have some no strings, child free, responsibility free fun.

Now here she was, walking into a very nice hotel that was right on the beachfront with her best friends who had already changed after the flight into daisy dukes and skimpy tank tops that showed off their ample curves. Natalie stood a couple inches taller than her friends, 5’10 to their 5’6 and 5’8. She was shapely, had subtle but delicious curves and a nice bounce to both her chest and her behind. Jenny said she had the natural ‘girl next door’ look. And when she allowed herself the privilege of putting on make up she became a near bombshell. She put most of the other mothers at the country club to shame, but didn’t flaunt it.

She followed behind her friends as they made their way to the front desk, chatting and laughing while she stayed quiet. The lobby was abuzz with people checking in, heading towards the pool and the beach wearing some fairly scandalous swimsuits and outfits that Natalie would never let her daughters get near in the store. Jenny handled the check-in, grabbing three keys and quickly passing them out.

“We’re on the fifth floor. Got us a suite! Woot! Woot!” Jenny did a little wiggle in her jean shorts and bumped hips with Chrissy as they laughed.

They left the lobby and headed towards the elevator that was past the hotel bar and restaurant. It was filled with people already day drinking and lounging, having snacks or an early lunch. The doors that lead onto the patio were open letting in the cool sea breeze, making Natalie’s dress ruffle again against her thighs. The room was a mixture of men and women, mostly in their swimsuits. 

Walking to the elevators, they passed a group of men sitting at the bar, having drinks and watching a game on the television mounted against the wall. The men’s eyes drifted away from the screen to the girls, tilting their glasses in salute and a few eyebrows waggling. One in particular, dressed in a designer t-shirt and chino shorts with dark hair that looked like he’d just woken up, but it was clear he paid for that sort of look. His eyes lingered on Natalie and he gave her a nod and then took a slow sip of his drink.

Natalie looked away and dashed past her friends, waiting impatiently for the elevator doors to open.

Jenny and Chrissy gave over the top flirting waves and blew some kisses towards the onlookers until the elevator dinged and opened. Natalie was the first to slip inside, cheeks flushed from the attention. Her friends quickly piled in and hit the button for their floor.

“You’ve gotta loosen up, Nat.” Chrissy sighed, checking her reflection in the mirrors that lined the elevator. She was a shapely woman with short dark hair reminiscent of a goth phase from her teen years. The top she was wearing was a bit too tight, showing off her stomach that had seen flatter days, but was still smooth.

“Yeah. If a few winks are going to make you blush that much, then I don’t think you’ll need to worry about a sunburn.” Jenny chuckled and stepped out of the elevator when it reached their floor. She tossed back her bleached blonde hair and marched confidently down the hall towards their room. Tapping the key to the lock, they pushed into the sizable suite and shoved their bags over to the side as Jenny and Chrissy both jumped onto the two queen beds with comfortable sighs.

Natalie walked to the glass doors leading to the balcony, unlocked and slid them open and stepped out to see the view of the beach. It was perfect. She could see for miles. The water was as blue as sapphire. Gulls softly called as they rode the ocean winds. Below, on the beach, the crowds were loud, and several stages were set up at intervals. Speakers blasted all sorts of music, voices echoed, and cheers and laughs filled the air in a never-ending audio cacophony. In a way, it was nice, but it also made Natalie itch. All the noise made her want to retreat and find a nice quiet place to read a book.

Forcing a smile, she turned back from the balcony and walked back into the room. This trip was about reconnecting with her friends. Jenny and Chrissy were constantly going off on adventures. Long weekend trips and parties. At heart, they were still back in college, living their lives to the fullest. Fun and fancy free. It didn’t matter that they were all well off suburban women with husbands and kids. Responsibility went out the window once they went out of town. Natalie envied her friends that ability to just let go. But she couldn’t quite picture herself going wild like they did.

The others had gotten off the beds and were rifling through their suitcases, Jenny slipping off her jeans to reveal a scandalous pair of neon green thong panties. She stepped out of them and twirled them around her finger and then flicked them at Chrissy with a laugh. Chrissy yelped when they hit her in the face, hanging off her head as she stood up, glaring at Jenny. “Don’t toss your dirty panties at me! We aren’t even entertaining company yet!” She grabbed the panties and tossed them back at Jenny.

Natalie stood next to the doors, staring at Jenny’s bouncing naked ass as she dodged the underwear, pulling her swimsuit out of her bag as she nimbly pranced towards the bathroom to freshen up and get dressed.

Chrissy sighed and rolled her eyes, watching Jenny vanish into the bathroom. “She’s always such a bitch.” She muttered, shaking her head. Fishing out her swimsuit, which looked more like lots of string and maybe a couple small patches of cloth, Chrissy tossed it onto the bed and started wiggling out of her own shorts and pulling off her shirt. Natalie was shocked to see her friend wasn’t wearing a bra and her C cups were just swaying freely as she kicked her shorts away and pulled off her blue bikini briefs.

It wasn’t the first time Natalie had changed in front of her friends. They did it often enough at the Swayze Country Club when they went to the spa or the pool. But this time, Chrissy’s manicured pubic hair took Natalie aback. Usually she had a nicely trimmed bush of dark hair, but once she was free of her panties, Natalie saw a lovely trimmed little triangle, like an arrow pointing to Chrissy’s plump mons.

“Aren’t you going to change?” Chrissy asked, pulling on her swimsuit. It was a dark blue monokini, the straps stretching over her shoulders, barely thick enough to hide her nipples which had rather large dark areolas, and pulled between her legs at her pussy, wedging slightly between her labia and doing very little to cover her trimmed pubic hair.

Natalie stared at the suit…or what there was of it to see. The back of it was pulled up between Chrissy’s cheeks, hiding nothing, and looked like it was an uncomfortable wedgie, but Chrissy didn’t seem uncomfortable at all. “Isn’t that… um, that’s a bit scandalous, don’t you think? I didn’t even know you owned something like that.” She said, grabbing her suitcase and putting it on the bed, opening it.

“Oh come on, Nat. This is spring break. You saw what those girls were wearing down in the lobby. This may turn some heads but it’s not going to be much compared to some of the other suits girls are gonna wear. Let alone the guys. Banana hammocks galore!” Chrissy laughed, her breasts jumping in the little straps that were pushing them down against her chest.

Natalie tried to distract herself by looking through her clothes and pulling out her swimsuit. A shiny mint green high hipped one piece. It wasn’t nearly as scandalous as what Chrissy was wearing, but the openings for the legs reached up to her midsection, and the neckline plunged into a swooping U that would show plenty of her cleavage. The back covered her decently, but exposed enough to legs some wiggle show.

“Alright girls! Are we ready?” Jenny came marching out of the bathroom. “We leave for the beach in ten… come on, Natalie, get your butt in gear!”

Natalie was standing in shock. Chrissy’s swimsuit was scandalous. But Jenny’s was… was obscene! She stood with her hands on her hips. Her suit, little gold strands of material that tied behind her neck, framed her breasts between two parting strings as they came down from over her shoulders. There were no little squares or triangles of material to hide her nipples or really hide anything at all. The strings came back together below her chest and became a single thread again, nestling between her perfectly waxed labia, and when she turned around to grab something from her bag, Natalie saw that the string didn’t come back up behind her. Instead, the string was attached to a golden, circular handled buttplug! Her cheeks were parted enough that Natalie saw it nestled between her cheeks.

“Holy shit, Jenny!” Natalie gasped after the initial shock wore off.

Jenny cocked a hip, hand resting there, and smiled almost wickedly. “Like it? You wanna know the weird part? This thing costs way more than something like what Chrissy is wearing.”

Chrissy rolled her eyes. “I just hope you don’t get cuffed or something walking around wearing that.” She pulled out a bottle of sunscreen and sat down on the edge of the bed, starting to coat herself. With as much skin as she was leaving exposed, there was no doubt she was going to get pink if not burned if she wasn’t careful.

“You… are you seriously going to walk out… be outside in that?” Natalie was gripping her own suit against her chest, still staring at her friend. It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen Jenny naked before, but this… this was insane!

She knew her friends were partiers. Even with the suburban lifestyle they maintained, they were the girls that would never pass up a drink and would flirt shamelessly with other men and even women sometimes. Natalie had seen them flirt right in front of their husbands. How they got away with it, she still didn’t know or understand.

“Honey, it’s spring break.” Jenny said, sitting next to Chrissy and taking the sunscreen bottle from her to start applying it. The fact that she was now sitting with a butt plug didn’t seem to bother her, and that made Natalie’s imagination kick into overdrive. “Everyone here is cutting loose, having fun. And besides…” She turned her attention to Chrissy, “I checked the rules for this area and hotel, and nude is approved, or anything in between.”

Chrissy rubbed a thick layer of sunscreen along the exposed slopes of her breasts. “In between? What could possibly be in between clothed and nude. You either wear something or you don’t.”

“Body paint. Pasties. Whatever. Stuff like that.” Jenny said casually as she was rubbing the sunscreen into her inner thighs and up along her mound.

Natalie just stood and stared at her friends. Maybe coming on this trip was a mistake. This was a far cry from the carefully curated routine she was used to. School drop-offs. Groceries. Church. House cleaning and quiet nights with Ethan after the kids were in bed. She couldn’t lie that it seemed exciting, but it was also quickly becoming very overwhelming.

“Nat, come on. Get your suit on and get some sunscreen. We wanna head out, there’s a private pool here at the hotel. Think those fun, adult only places in Vegas we’ve gone to before. But we wanna get there before it gets too crowded, it fills up fast.” Chrissy stood up pulling out her wedge sandals from her bag and slipping them on.

“R…right.” Natalie stammered and quickly slipped into the bathroom. She needed to just calm down. This weekend was about fun in the sun with her friends. Sure they were a bit wild but… well, maybe cutting loose a little would be good for her. Home life was a little stale, and as much as she loved it she was feeling a little antsy. Maybe being out here in the sand and surf, with people just letting it all hang out would be good for her. Besides, what was wrong with showing a little skin… or a lot in her friend’s case. They were adults. They were making their own decisions.

Quickly changing into her swimsuit, Natalie applied some sunscreen and went back into the room to gather up her beach bag, putting her phone into a waterproof case along with her room key and wallet. Jenny and Chrissy did the same and within minutes they were ready to head back out and start enjoying their vacation. As the girls slipped out ahead of her, Natalie quickly snagged a book from her suitcase and stuffed it into the beach bag, just in case.

…

The pool was much larger than Natalie expected, with two levels and four hot tubs at either corner. It butted up against the property line with a walkway on either side that led to the beach, where umbrellas dotted the sand. The chatter of people and music filled the air, mixing with the soft sounds of the breeze and the crashing waves.

Natalie followed her friends, walking shyly behind them while they walked confidently. And strangely enough, though Natalie noticed plenty of people giving her friends appraising looks, there were plenty of others dressed just as scandalous, if not more so. Suits consisting of little stings and mesh left little to the imagination. Material was stretched to its limits, sheer before it was even wet and completely transparent when it was. Drinks were flowing freely from the swim up bar and the other bar off to the side that was surrounded by stools and had a faux grass hut look to it.

It was hard not to stare as people walked by. Men wore speedos that showed off their sizable packages or lack thereof. Women’s breasts and asses bounce unencumbered, freely jiggling and wiggling. Some women were even completely topless, and their bottoms left little to the imagination. Natalie felt overdressed. Like she’d come in a ball gown to a BBQ. Little pods of people were gathered all around, some chatting and laughing and drinking. Others dancing, gyrating hips and asses and bumping up against each other in lewd, crude ways.

Jenny appeared in front of Natalie, holding a Pina-colada out to her while she sipped her own. “Loosen up, Nat!” She smiled and took a bite of the large pineapple wedge on the edge of her glass. “You’re not a wife or a mom this weekend. You’re a woman. So let loose!”

Chrissy stood next to her, also holding a drink that looked like straight vodka with a few cherries and some sort of pink coloring to it. “Jen’s right. This isn’t your family vacation at the pool, honey.” Her friend reached behind Natalie and quickly pulled the bottoms of her suit up between her cheeks so they were wedged and exposing her more fully. “You’ve gotta loosen up. Show some skin! Get some attention.” She gave Natalie’s ass a good smack, making her yelp and almost dropping her drink.

“Girls… come on. You know… you know I’m new to this. Can you be patient and let me adjust?” Natalie sipped nervously at her drink, tasting the sizeable amount of alcohol that was in the fruity concoction.

Jenny rolled her eyes. “We know, Nat. And we aren’t gonna like… push you. But we are gonna nudge. You came all this way with us, finally, and we aren’t going to just let you lounge around with a book.” She gave Natalie an appraising look, then glanced around at the other people milling around, swimming and drinking. “Tell you what, Nat,” Jenny’s smile was sly. “I’ll make you a bet. Pull the top of your suit down. Go topless while we are here at the pool. Do that and I’ll buy all your drinks on this trip.”

Natalie nearly dropped her pina-colada. Go topless?! Seriously? It sounded like Jenny wanted her to flash the whole pool, but… well, there were already women who were topless or close to it, and it didn’t seem to be that big of a deal. Oh! Now Natalie was noticing not just topless women but completely nude women! At least a dozen women around the pool were fully nude, at best wearing sunhats, saddles, and sheer coverups that might as well have not existed for how much they ‘covered’. Not only that… There were nude men too!

Eyes wide, Natalie saw at least five men with nothing on. Not a single. Thing. Their cocks swayed and bounced as they walked around the pool. One flopped around wildly as he ran along the diving board and jumped into the air. The mere sight of such blatant, naked, confident flesh made her nipples hard, and she found herself slurping up her pina-colada so fast it made her dizzy.

Chrissy nudged her. “We see you looking, girl. Why not be one of the girls that gets looked at? Hm? It’s not a big deal. They’re just boobs. Here, if it will make you feel better…” She pulled the little straps of her monokini to the side, exposing her breasts fully, nipples with little gold ring piercings visible. Natalie had never noticed the piercings before.

“When did you get those?” Nat asked.

Chrissy looked down and laughed. “Oh. Right. I almost forgot. I got them last year when we were here. Stupid bet with some Wall Street broker. Great bod. Bit of a pervert though. Hence the piercings.” She rolled her eyes behind her sunglasses and grinned.

There were implications in Chrissy’s words, but Natalie didn’t chase after the possibilities. Too afraid where it might lead and the secrets she might find out. Though she could guess.

Her friends were party girls at heart, and out here, in their element, free of the shackles of their suburban lives… they let loose. Very loose. Natalie was sure they had sex, and who knows what else. But if she didn’t know, then she didn’t need to keep things a secret. Though… considering how regular these sorts of outings were for her friends, she was sure their husbands knew what they got up to. Or maybe they just turned a blind eye.

Could Natalie turn a blind eye? Ignore what her friends did this weekend? Would Cole turn a blind eye if she…

Natalie pushed the scandalous thoughts aside. “Okay… but you better get me the good stuff and not cheap out on me.” She said to Jenny, handing her glass over. It was a little bit of a struggle to slip the tight straps of her suit down over her shoulders, but soon enough she had them down, arms out and was peeling the front of her suit down to reveal her pale breasts. She settled the suit right under them snuggly and took a calming breath.

Part of her expected whistles. Yells. Scolding cries from security or others around the pool telling her to cover up, like they would at the water parks she took her kids to. But… there was nothing.

When she looked up, she saw a few people giving her appraising glances and mischievous, appreciative smiles. But no one was scandalized or hounding her like construction workers might howl at a woman passing by. She was no more exposed than most of those around the pool. She wasn’t special.

This made Natalie relax but also made her feel slightly annoyed. Were her breasts not worth looking at? What kind of thought was that? The only one she wanted to look at her boobs was Cole. But no one gave her more than some lingering looks before moving on. It was confusingly frustrating.

Jenny and Chrissy marched towards some lounge chairs under a gold striped umbrella. They dropped their stuff next to the chairs, flattened out their towels and quickly lay back to enjoy the shade and the sun. Natalie was slower to follow, but she lay between her two friends, feeling the heat on her breasts, even in the shade of the umbrella. Her drink was already half gone, and she was feeling the effects of the alcohol all too quickly. Chrissy and Jenny were taking in the scenery for now, drinking their own drinks and giving flirty smiles and waves to those that passed by.

Natalie had trouble keeping her eyes down, focusing on her drink as it vanished. It wasn’t exactly loud at the pool, but all the chatter and other noises together made it hard to keep her thoughts straight. Add in the alcohol and the fact she was seeing more nude flesh than she’d ever seen in her entire life, and it was becoming a dizzying environment.

She reached into her beach bag for her book when her eyes caught the man from earlier, who had been checking her out from the hotel bar. He was lounging in the pool, back to the side and arms up on the edge, sunglasses down on the bridge of his nose and eyes clearly focused on her. There was a little shift in his gaze from Natalie’s face to her tits, which made her cheeks darken.

His smile was startlingly nice, if slightly smug. The man clearly knew he looked good. When she’d seen him in the bar, he’d been dressed simply, but clearly expensively. Now he was shirtless, showing off his solid chest, and thankfully it looked like he was wearing regular swim trunks instead of a banana hammock or being nude. He waved at Natalie politely, and she found herself robotically waving back before she plucked her book from her bag, opened it to some random spot in the middle and buried her face in it so she couldn’t see the man or anyone.

“Naaaatttttt…” Jenny groaned, turning onto her side, putting her empty glass down on the ground and giving Natalie an annoyed pout. “We said no books.”

“No. You said you didn’t want me to lounge around and read a book. I never agreed to that.” She kept her eyes on the page, even though it’s not the spot she’d left off on yesterday.

“How can you make one giant leap forward and then go scuttling back so quickly?” Jenny reached out and gave one of Natalie’s tits a little bounce.

Gasping, Natalie dropped her book and quickly covered her chest as Jenny let loose with a fit of giggles. “Jen! Seriously!”

“Your tits are so soft!” Jenny kept laughing.

“All that breastfeeding.” Chrissy said with a grin, swirling what was left of her drink with her swizzle stick. “Keeps them firm and nice.” She looked down at her own chest and sighed. “Maybe I should go get these tightened up…”

“Oh, come on, girl, don’t make yourself into one of them plastic ladies. Own the natural look! Your tits are great!” Jenny took a hold of her own breasts in her palms and jiggled them. “We are becoming a very hot commodity. Believe me. All those boob job babes are getting lost in the shuffle and men are longing for something natural to fan their faces in.”

Chrissy snorted in laughter and Natalie sat mortified at her friend's lewd behavior. It wasn’t exactly new, they sometimes let out crude comments at the country club or when they were out shopping and saw a nice salesman or whatever, but this was much‌ more than she’d expected.

“She’s right.”

The voice made all three girls jump and their faces turned to see the man who had been watching Natalie standing before them, holding Natalie’s book.

“NO! Don’t get it wet!” Natalie gasped, reaching out quickly to snatch it from the man. It was dry. Thank goodness it was dry. She heaved a sigh of relief, then blushed deep red when she realized her tits were swaying and bouncing from her sudden movements. It was a struggle not to cover herself. She’d just made a minor fool of herself, she didn’t want to make it worse.

“Sorry. Don’t worry. I dried off. I’d never want to get a book wet.” The man grinned and folded his arms over his chest. He was enjoying the woman’s innocence. The fact that she was more worried about her book getting wet than her tits being seen was strangely erotic.

Natalie glanced over him, noting his firm stomach, the blue and white striped swim trunks that were still dripping, and his strong thighs and arms. “Um… right.” She muttered and slid back onto her chair, making herself comfortable but trying her best not to let her tits jiggle.

The man was grinning. “No problem.”

“Well, isn’t he a sweetheart?” Jenny giggled and nudged Natalie.

She didn’t respond, just held her book in her lap and tried not to let her eyes keep wandering over the man’s body.

“I’d like to think so,” he answered. “I’m Vincent Donnelly.”

“Nice to meet you, Vince.” Jenny sat up, letting her full chest sway, legs parting just enough so the gap between her thighs revealed the little string that was nestled at the center of her mound. “I’m Jenny. This is Chrissy and the little bookworm there is, Natalie.”

Chrissy tipped her glasses down and gave Vincent a smirk. Natalie, on the other hand, clutched her book to her chest, only too late realizing she’d nestled it between her breasts. She looked like some sort of perverted librarian… which, ironically enough, she’d been a librarian before having children. Doing her best to look calm and confident, and failing at both, Natalie looked up to Vincent and gave him a smile. “Nice…ahem… nice to meet you.”

The man’s eyes were focused on Natalie. Zeroed in like he’d found his target and wasn’t going to be distracted. It was the kind of focus some bigwig Wall Street bro would have when it came to the deals they made. The ones that made them millions.

“So what brings you here this weekend?” He kept his gaze on Natalie, as if expecting her to answer, but didn’t seem upset when Jenny was the one to speak up.

“Spring break, honey!” She laughed and lay back, her tits bouncing. “Gotta get away from that little Cul-de-sac. From the HOA. All the housework and kids running around.”

“Oh? So you’re here with your husbands. It’s a vacation?” He asked curiously.

“This is a girls's weekend.” Chrissy replied, letting her eyes roam over Vincent like he was a snack she wanted to unwrap.

“Ahhhhh.” Vincent nodded. “Got it. The girls' getaway. Love it. Well, I’m sure you girls definitely deserve some rest and relaxation. I can already see you two are living it up.” He nodded to Chrissy and Jenny and their revealing suits that no self-respecting suburban mom would be caught dead wearing around their families. “But what’s got you all wrapped up?” Vincent turned his attention back to Natalie, who was still clutching her book between her breasts, afraid to move because then that would be acknowledging that she was embarrassed.

“Wh…what do you mean?” Natalie cleared her throat. “I’m not…” She just nodded down to her exposed chest and felt her face flush.

Vincent’s grin was sly, eyes grazing down Natalie’s body and lingering on her hardening nipples. “I just mean your friends seem to be embracing the fun. Letting themselves loose and free. You’re like a half-wrapped present.” He folded his arms, flashing that smile that most likely charmed most women out of their panties lightning fast.

Natalie hunched slightly, still gripping her book and trying to keep herself calm. “Well, maybe the present isn’t for you.” She tried to sound confident, eyes meeting Vincent’s, but she felt more like a fawn being eyed by a circling wolf.

“Fair enough.” Vincent chuckled. “Well, if you ladies are looking for some fun, my mates and I are headed to a club tonight. We’ve got a private booth reserved if you’d like to join us. Free drinks.” He gave a wink to Jenny and Chrissy and then a sly look at Natalie, like he was appraising what she was showing and what she was hiding.

Jenny sat up, tits swaying excessively as she bounced with excitement. “Oh hell yes we are coming.” She grabbed her phone and tossed it to Vincent. “Put your number in.”

With a laugh, Vincent quickly entered his number then texted himself so he had Jenny’s number. Handing it back, he turned his attention to Natalie even as Jenny texted her friends Vincent’s number. “Hope to see you there. I’ll text you with the details.” With that, he turned and walked away, back to the other side of the pool.

“I think he means, hope to see more of you there.” Chrissy giggled and nudged Natalie, making her drop her book again.

“Shut up!” Natalie sighed, picked her book up and settled back down on her chair, her cheeks on fire. But she didn’t get any more reading done. Her eyes kept looking up from the page she was on, watching Vincent as he sat at the edge of the pool, tossing a football back and forth with some other men who were swimming around in the pool.

There was no question he was attractive. And the way he had looked at her made her itch and warm up in all the places that she didn’t want to think about. That was only supposed to happen with her husband. Not that she was some sort of prude and didn’t notice other men. But her arousal was supposed to be reserved for her marital bedroom, not some random man at a hotel, at a pool…

But she’d already crossed a boundary by exposing her tits and most of her ass. Was it really that much worse to feel a little tingle between her thighs when a guy gave her some attention?

Jenny and Chrissy didn’t seem to mind. In fact, they were inviting it by virtue of what they’d chosen to wear. Or rather, how much they’d decided not to wear.

While they lay next to the pool, several people passed by, giving the women attention. Eyes lingering on her and her friends. It took a little while, but eventually Natalie forgot she was essentially topless. It became almost normal. The sun and cool breeze on her chest were soothing and invigorating. Her friends allowed her to read, though they poked fun at her on several occasions, especially when they got up and went for a quick dip in the cool waters.

Watching her friends splash and play in the pool while exposed was equal amounts thrilling and terrifying. She envied her friend's confidence, but didn’t think she’d ever be so bold to essentially go naked in front of so many strangers. She’d already taken a huge leap but exposing her chest. Maybe she’d allow her friends to push her a little further, it was vacation after all, but she was drawing the line at sling monokinis and buttplug suits.

She settled back and finally allowed herself to read, trying not to think about how wild this trip may get considering how wild it had already become.

…

There was a fluttering in Natalie’s stomach as she walked with Jenny and Chrissy along the busy street towards the long line of waiting club goers. Neon lights and signs. Flashing colors. Loud pumping music. It was almost too much for Natalie, but she kept her focus and kept close to her friends.

Jenny wore a bright pink dress that was poured on, clinging and barely long enough to cover her jiggling ass. Chrissy had on a red halter top that barely held in her tits and a leather miniskirt that her ass was hanging out of as they approached the door to the club. Bouncer’s stood checking IDs, keeping the general flow of people coming and going with well-oiled ease.

The girls seemed far more comfortable in their outfits than Natalie was. They’d talked her into wearing a cocktail dress that had the ‘wet look’ to it. Black with a plunging neckline between her breasts, forcing her to forego a bra. The skirt thankfully was long enough to reach mid-thigh, but it still exposed far more than she was really comfortable with.

She could feel eyes all over her and though there was a thrill to it, she also had that lingering unsafe feeling that many women get being ogled by strangers.

Vincent had been texting Natalie for the better part of the afternoon. He was a shameless flirt. Talking about Natalie’s body, giving compliments, asking her questions about why she was on vacation and what she was looking for. Natalie did her best to answer, to not lead the man on. The blatant attempts at flirting and flattery made her feel good, but uncomfortable too. Agreeing to come to the club seemed like a gamble, but after a little research, they saw the club was a very reputable place with good security. If they felt uncomfortable, they would be able to leave easily.

A bouncer blocked their way as they approached the door ahead of the line. “Line’s back there.” He motioned.

Jenny held up her phone with a barcode displayed. “We have an invite.”

With a grunt, the burly man pulled out a scanner, checked the code and nodded, motioning that they were good to go inside. He didn’t spare them another glance.

The three of them sauntered into the club, the music pulsing and beating against their bones and blood. Lights were low. Neon splashed color all over the dark walls and floors. In the center was a large dance floor with twisting, swaying, jumping bodies. The smell of alcohol and sweat filled the tight space. Around the dance floor were booths for special patrons, VIP guests or parties. From the shadows of a booth at the far end of the club, Vincent stood up and waved.

He must have gotten a notification that we were here. Maybe from using the invite. He was dressed in a suit with his undershirt crisply buttoned but his collar left undone. Surrounding him in the booth were several other men, all dressed much the same laughing and drinking and chatting. Vincent waved them over and the three of them pushed their way through the undulating crowds. Hips and asses, arms and chests bounced and bumped and rubbed around them as they found a path to the booth, finally escaping the oppression of the crowds to the luxurious leather couches.

Jenny and Chrissy immediately went to sit next to a couple of men who were waving to them with half drunk friendly grins. Their eyes were looking over her friends, appraising the dresses, what they covered and what they didn’t. The girls didn’t seem to mind. In fact, the girls gave the men their own appraising looks as they were offered drinks.

Vincent, on the other hand, came up to Natalie with a grin and took her hand. “Come on, sit with me.” He brought her over to a less rowdy part of the couch and sat down with her, offering her a cocktail or a beer. She chose something fruity and hopefully with not too much alcohol.

Natalie settled down on the leather sofa and felt the cool of the material against the backs of her thighs as her skirt rode up slightly, flashing some of her knee and thigh. Vincent gave her an approving look, a drink in his hand. The music was pounding and loud, thrumming in her ears and making conversation difficult unless someone was right up against her ear. Which Vincent took advantage of.

“How’s your girls' trip going so far?” His breath was warm. The tone of his voice casual, but deep and curious. She could smell the alcohol on his breath, and it was a strange mixture of sweet and bitter that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.

“Um… it’s good.” She said loudly, trying to be heard over the music and noise, while not having to lean too close.

Vincent made a show of cupping his ear and raising an eyebrow at her, signalling he couldn’t hear. She rolled her eyes, cheeks blushing. I can’t believe I’m humoring this man. She thought and leaned in close. His smell was musky, a scent of sweat and cologne mixed with his natural aroma. “I said it’s good.” Her lips brushed his ear, and it sent a shiver through her.

The man smiled and moved to her ear. “Your friends seem to be a bit more adventurous than you. I take it you’re not the party type?”

Her cheeks flushed. “Not…I mean I just don’t… well…” She stammered and Vincent put a firm hand on her bare knee. It sent a jolt up her thigh and made her look away, trying not to giggle at the little thrill that one touch sent through her.

“Relax. It’s okay. I know these kinds of things aren’t for everyone. Personally, I can only stand them for so long before I’ve gotta get some space. Luckily, these clubs have some more private rooms and areas. So, if you get… overwhelmed, just say the word and we can sneak away and relax.” He squeezed her knee, and Natalie sucked in a breath.

A waitress came by with the drink she’d ordered. She was dressed in a skintight, neon pink bodysuit with a lace pink mask. The club had black lights at regular intervals among the other pulsing lights and so the woman’s outfit glowed when she sauntered over with the tray, the material clinging to her ample bosom, bouncing in a way that told Natalie she wasn’t wearing a bra. Smiling, she handed Natalie the drink and then turned on her heel, revealing the thong back to the uniform before she vanished among the twisting and churning bodies.

Natalie jumped when Vincent squeezed her knee again.

“Interested? The waitresses here are really friendly. We can  have her come back. Sit with us.” He grinned mischievously.

“Wh…oh…oh no.” Natalie giggled, looking away again in embarrassment, and took a sip of her drink. It was a mixture of various strong alcohols. It burned on the way down, and her head started buzzing immediately.

“It’s no problem. Don’t worry about it.” Vincent waved to someone Natalie couldn’t see. Who could even notice a random man waving in this club? But sure enough, a gentleman in a suit came over and leaned in, briefly exchanging words with Vincent and then vanished back into the crowd.

Natalie watched the sea of people, sipping at her drink, trying to keep her eyes away from Vincent. Across from her, Jenny and Chrissy were sitting between several men. They were clearly flirting. Holding nothing back. Both Jenny and Chrissy’s skirts had ridden up when they sat, not that they covered much to begin with, and were flashing the panties they’d chosen. Jenny, a neon green thong. Chrissy, a black lace g-string. Natalie had been aghast at their choices, knowing how much they would expose.

“Chill girl. This weekend is about fun. And we are gonna have lots of it.” Chrissy slapped her ass and wiggled her exposed cheeks before pulling up her skirt. “Just let loose a little. Seriously, Nat, don’t be a stick in the mud.”

“But…” Natale was sitting on her bed watching the girls and stressing over going to the club. What to wear. How to act. If she even wanted to go.

Jenny sauntered over in her neon panties and put her hands on Natalie’s shoulders. “What happens on these trips…stays on these trips.” She looked serious for once. “I know we’ve kinda joked and teased about what we do on these trips. And I’m sure you’ve made your own assumptions. But let me just clear it up for you, okay?” Jenny sat down next to Natalie, acting like the friend that was more familiar than this party girl she’d seen since getting on the plane.

“Tonight, we aren’t married. We aren’t moms. We are women. And despite what the patriarchy might say, women have needs. We like to have fun. We like to have sex.”

The word sent a chill through Natalie. But her nipples got hard too. “So… it’s true then? You…”

Chrissy nodded as she was wiggling on her top. “Yes, Nat. We fuck. These trips are a way to let loose. And if you’re worried, our husbands know. At least now they do. Kinda hard to keep it a secret for all these years. Couldn’t hide a load dripping in my panties very well. I’m just lucky Marshall gets turned on by it.” She laughed, her tits bouncing in the tight top.

Having the girls just outright confirm Natalie’s suspicion was in some ways refreshing and terrifying. Because now, Natalie felt the pressure. Her friends weren’t going to settle for laying by the pool. Going to the beach. Having a fun time dancing. And that was even more clear by the way Jenny was freely letting one man sitting next to her put his hand up her skirt. Natalie could see her friend’s cheeks were red from drinking, the heat of the room and the pulsing music.

Chrissy was leaning back and brazenly making out with the more rotund of the group. He was a bit shaggy and sloppy, his suit wrinkled, gut pushing out over his belt. The man’s meaty fingers were groping her chest through her dress. Natalie knew this sort of man would never have gotten her attention back home, but whether it was the alcohol or just the fact that this trip was about throwing out inhibitions, Chrissy was letting the man paw and kiss and have his way without any protest.

Natalie felt a heat in her chest and between her legs. There was no way she could do what her friends were doing. Yes it was sexy. But she was a faithful woman. All of this may have been fun but…

Vincent’s hand moved up her thigh. The loud music hid her gasp. When she turned to look at him, he had the kindest smile and charming eyes. She was going to tell him to kindly move his hand, but before she could, the waitress from before slipped out of the crowd. Without a word she stepped up onto the table in front of Natalie and Vincent, and grabbed hold of the pole that extended from the center. Natalie hadn’t noticed the pole before because of the darkness of the club, but quickly realized the table served two purposes. One was for drinks. The other was for dancing.

The waitress began stepping around the pole, one hand holding it and the other caressing along her side, down to her bare leg. Her skin was pale, sweaty, glistening with a dusting of glitter. Natalie watched the woman in curious awe as she took a turn around the pole, allowing her to see the woman’s thong backing, her soft cheeks bouncing with every step. Her heels clicked against the glass tabletop with a hypnotic tempo.

Moving like a seductive muse, body smooth with its curves and movements, the woman began to dance. Her breasts bounced in her teddy. Hips swiveling, making her ass jiggle. She placed her back against the pole and slid down, thighs opening wide as she squatted to expose the neon bodysuit clinging tightly to her sex, smooth and tight. Every move she made was sensual and erotic.

Natalie watched, hypnotised. She had a healthy appreciation for the female body, but this woman was liquid sexuality. The neon suit glowed in the black lights. Her skin dripped with sweat. Eyes flashing with fun. The woman grinned at Natalie, winking as she stood back up and swung her ass around, sticking it out and wiggling it, cheeks smacking around the thong.

Without even realizing it, Natalie felt Vincent’s hand on her inner thigh, high up and his fingers gently touching her panties. A silky thong with lace around the waist. She may have been a good suburban mom, but she enjoyed fancy lingerie. So did her husband.

Vincent trailed a finger along the center of the silk gusset and pressed the material against her. The soft downy feel of her pubic hair, thick but trimmed nicely, rubbed against her lips and clit as Vincent moved slowly along the valley of her sex.

Her legs trembled at the intimate touch. Somehow, her glass was empty. She couldn’t remember drinking it all. The world felt fuzzy. Dizzy. Vincent leaned in with that sweet-bitter breath of his, “Why don’t you join her? Have a little fun. It’ll loosen you up.”

Natalie giggled. “Wh…what? No.” She blushed and then felt the man’s fingers again, grazing along the lace hem of her panties.

Jenny and Chrissy began to hoot, seeing the waitress dancing and got to their feet. They were clearly tipsy but that didn’t stop them from stumbling onto their table and began to dance. Bouncing and jiggling, they played up to the shouts of encouragement from the men watching. A few pulled out money clips from their jackets and began pulling out bills, waving them at the dancing suburban moms.

Jenny swayed her hips and jiggled her ass, her dress riding up enough to expose her panties, the green glowing in the black lights. One man got up and took a folded bill, pulled at her thong and slid it under the panties, letting them snap back. Jenny was cackling with laughter, turned, squatting down, and pulled the man by his collar into a deep kiss.

“Oh, my god.” Natalie whispered, eyes wide. Vincent pressed her panties again, enjoying the effect he was having on this innocent married mother. It was the shy ones, the skittish and unsure women, that were always the most fun. Or at least the most fun to corrupt. 

“Go ahead. Let loose!” Vincent encouraged, removing his hand from between her thighs. 

Natalie relaxed, but also felt disappointed. She missed the feeling of pressure against her vagina. The moist warmth that had begun to pool thanks to his pressing fingers.

Pushing Natalie up off her seat, the waitress reached out, holding onto the pole, and grabbed Natalie’s hand, pulling her onto the table. Her heels slipped along the glass, almost making her  fall, but the Waitress was there, taking Natalie by the elbow and bringing her hands to the pole.

“Keep a hold. This table can get slick with drinks and our heels.” The woman winked. “I’m Jazz.”

“I’m Natalie…” Natalie said, giving the woman a hesitant grin and a nervous laugh. She still couldn’t believe she was here. This would never happen back home.

“Not a dancer huh?” Jazz moved close, still moving in a languid, fluid motion like her body was shifting sands or waves. “Don’t worry. I’ll show you some moves. Follow me.” Turning away from Natalie, Jazz took hold of the pole and like when she first got on stage, began to walk in a circle, heels clicking. She swiveled her hips, doing a small gyration every few steps so her ass jiggled.

Natalie nervously attempted to follow. Hand just below Jazz’s on the pole and walking a couple steps behind her. She swayed her hips, skirt shifting and from her new heightened stance, flashing a glimpse of her panties to anyone who was looking up at her. Jazz looked over her shoulder, watching Natalie like an instructor eyeing her student. She muttered a few encouragement, motioning for Natalie to mimic her movements.

Swaying hips. Pushing them out. Bending slightly at the waist as she walked and trying not to slip as her heels clicked across the table. She knew she was flashing Vincent, her skirt far too short to cover much when she bent. And though her panties covered things ‘decently’, most of her ass was still on display and she felt wet enough that the panties were clinging tightly to her mound.

Glancing over at friends, Natalie saw just how wild things were getting. Both Jenny and Chrissy had their tits out. No bras. Natalie couldn’t really remember if they’d even worn any. Their breasts swaying in the flashing lights, nipples hard as they swiveled and twisted and danced to the beat. Rubbing their asses against the poles and giving the men watching them such lustful looks that Natalie had no doubt tonight was not going to end with the three of them crashing alone in their hotel room.

Jazz slipped closer to Natalie as they continued their slow progression along the table. “You can relax.” Her breath was hot in Natalie’s ear, making her shiver, a tingle running up her thighs and into her center. “Don’t worry. Vincent, he’s one of the good ones. I mean… still a man, mind. But he treats his girls well. He respects the word no. But I doubt you’ll want to say it.” She giggles and twirls Natalie around, making her gasp and nearly fall over. But the waitress wrapped an arm around her waist.

“Steady!” She laughed and Natalie couldn't help laughing along with her.

As the music continued, Jazz guided Natalie in some moves. Bending and sticking out her bottom, shaking it at Vincent. Gliding down with her back to the pole, Jazz on the opposite side, spreading their legs. Natalie put her hand between her thighs to cover her panties, even though they weren’t all that revealing. That just made Vincent smile wider, leaning back in the booth taking slow swigs from his beer. He was enjoying watching this suburban lady let herself go and begin teasing.

Natalie could feel the burning gaze of the businessman, the alcohol from earlier burning through her veins. Her head grew lighter as she spun, gyrating and moving with the pulsing beat. She lost herself in the pumping, pounding, thrumming of the club. The smell of beer, vodka, sweat, sex. Her eyes drifted to her friends and saw Jenny squatting on stage, thighs wide and a man thrusting two fingers inside her pussy, making her moan. Chrissy was on all fours, reaching off stage to a man standing and stroking his exposed cock. No one in the club seemed to care about the explicit display. Maybe there were rules they were breaking, or perhaps this was completely within the bounds of what the club allowed. Natalie didn’t know… and found herself not caring.

She swayed. Moved like a swiftly swelling wave against the pole, lightly humping against it while Jazz did the same on the other side. The waitress was giving soft instructions, but they were coming less and less as Natalie let loose. Her inhibitions broke down from the mesmerisation of the club. 

Head spinning, moving it from side to side and around, following the beat, Natalie got lost in the sensation of the air thrumming with energy.

“Not bad for a married mom.” Vincent chuckled close to her ear, breaking her trance. He’d stood up and was close as she was bending backwards, legs around the pole to keep her upright, but her view of the club now upside down and hair dangling.

He smiled, leaning in close. “I can see down your dress, Natalie.” His whisper was husky, and it made Natalie tremble. She remained in her hanging position, letting the man look down the top of her dress to her bare breasts and hardening nipples. For a minute they were frozen, then she stood up quickly, realizing her position and how exposed she was, not just to Vincent but to the whole private booth, her skirt having flipped up. Her movement was too fast, causing her to slip, her heel coming out from under her. This time Jazz wasn’t close enough to catch her. Natalie fell from the table and straight into Vincent’s arms.

Catching her quickly, Vincent gave her a worried look. It only lasted a moment before that confident, cocky grin returned, and Natalie realized his hands were on her ass and chest, holding her like he was a groom about to take his bride over the threshold. “Maybe we should get you some water… and a quiet place for you to relax for a minute. I know this place can be overwhelming.”

Natalie looked up into Vincent’s predatory eyes. He wanted to get her away. Her friends were wild enough to do things in public, which was still mind boggling to Natalie, but Vincent could clearly see she was far more reserved. Innocent. Vincent may be a gentleman, or, ‘one of the good ones’ like Jazz said, but by the way he was squeezing her ass, Natalie knew exactly what he wanted.

Vincent carried Natalie to the back area of the club where there were private rooms. He pushed into one of the private restrooms and quickly pushed the door closed with his foot. It was a small room with a toilet at the far end, a marble counter and steel sink, and a large vanity mirror with lights all around the edges. It smelled of cleaning chemicals and air freshener that made her already dizzying mind spin faster.

Marching over to the counter, Vincent sat Natalie down, ass on the edge and allowed her to lean back against the mirror. Her heart was pounding from her performance and near fall. She lost track of Vincent for a second when he went and locked the door and then he was back in front of her, hands on her legs gently spreading them.

“I have been thinking about this since the second I saw you at the pool. Tits hanging out. So embarrassed. There’s something about conservative women I find irresistible.” He chuckled, hands gliding up her inner thighs, further spreading her legs exposing her center. The panties were plastered against her from sweat and arousal. Vincent could smell her. The innocence and desire this married mom was unconsciously exhibiting.

Of the many conquests he’d had, married mothers that were attempting to run away from the stigma of suburban life were the best. It was the conservative women that loved to break free. Breaking their bonds and going wild.

Natalie leaned back, head against the mirror, watching Vincent as he gazed at her covered mound with unbridled need.

“Don’t worry. You’re in good hands.” He smiled wickedly, hands moving higher. The pad of his thumb began to slowly trail up along the center of the slick panties, making Natalie gasp. “So wet already. Is it for me? Or maybe you were getting excited putting on a show?” He chuckled, not really expecting an answer.

“Lift that pretty ass, Natalie. Let’s get these panties off.”

Everything inside Natalie told her she needed to stop… instead, she lifted herself up and let Vincent pull her panties down along her thighs slipping them off. He brought them up to his face and breathed in her sweaty scent. “Fuck. Mom pussy. It has such a unique quality.” He put them aside and pushed her skirt higher, exposing her pussy. Her bush was glistening and matted with sweat and juices, barely hiding her pink opening underneath the thick tangle of soft hair.

Natalie groaned, pussy on display. She couldn’t resist anything this man was doing. And she didn’t want to. Vincent leaned down between her thighs and brought his mouth to her sex. The feeling of his warm, rough tongue against her clit made her arch. “Oh! Oh, fuck.” She muttered, biting her lip. 

Vincent went slow, methodical. Licking around her lips, between them, parting her and sliding his tongue deeply into her tunnel, juices dripping onto his tongue. She tasted sweet. Salty. There was a unique taste to women that were more buttoned up. He could smell the musky scent from her pouring off, from the sweaty pubic hair that rubbed against his lips and tongue as he pressed his mouth against her. Having had his fair share of married women, Vincent knew that Natalie was more than just a typical suburbanite. She was the trophy wife. The brunette bombshell of the neighborhood and country club. He could see it and feel it and now he could taste it.

He pulled her lips open getting a clearer view of her pink and the dripping arousal that was further moistening her hair. “Good girl.” His tongue found her clit and began lewdly slurping at it.

“Ohhhh god!” Natalie’s hands went to his hair, gripping it, messing up the well maintained style and scraping her nails against his scalp as he began to eat her deeper. His tongue was amazing. Lips and teeth. Cole never ate her out. He didn’t much care for licking around when she wasn’t trimmed more closely. Usually she didn’t mind, oral wasn’t that big of a deal for her, but now, with Vincent devouring her with the skills of a god, she started to feel like Cole was depriving her of something she desperately wanted.

“Oh…oh fucking…oh my god.” She whimpered, trying to push thoughts of her husband from her mind as this near stranger was thrusting his tongue inside her. It was so wrong. So taboo. But fuck was it thrilling. Was this what Jenny and Chrissy were talking about when they said they were here for fun? An encounter in a club? In a bathroom. Allowing her body to be seen and touched and pleased by a perfect stranger?

A soft buzz interrupted her thoughts as Vincent gripped her thighs, pressing his nose to her nub and licking inside further. Her phone was buzzing in her dress pocket. Hands trembling, she pulled it out and saw it was her husband calling. Before she could think better of it, she answered. It was muscle memory. She’d never not answered when her husband called.

She sucked in a breath and then put the phone to her ear. “H…hey honey.” Her breaths were heavy as Vincent continued sucking at her lips. He wasn’t showing any sign of stopping despite her being on the phone.

“Hey. I was just calling to check in. It was getting kinda late. I thought you were going to call and say goodnight to the kids before bed?” The sound of her husband’s voice sent shaking guilt through Natalie, the feeling of another man between her thighs making her want to moan.

“Oh…uh…mmm… sorry, honey. I went out with the girls, and I guess I…lost track of…” She held back panting breaths. “Lost track of time.”

“Are you okay? You sound out of breath.” The concern in his voice was clear. And did she sense a little suspicion? Her husband wasn’t insecure. But he knew how Jenny and Chrissy were. He probably didn’t know the extent of their depravity, but he knew they were party girls.

“Um… yeah, sorry, I was just dancing. We came to a club… um…mmm I had to rush off the dance floor… to answer your call…mmmmm” Her fingers gripped Vincent’s hair as he swirled his tongue, scraped his teeth against her lips and clit making her tremble. She shook, felt herself dripping. Vincent lapped it up, drinking her in. An orgasm was building. Her head fell back against the mirror, trying to keep her breaths even rather than heavy.

“Oh. Okay. Didn’t think you liked to dance.” There was an element of concern in his voice that made Natalie feel even worse. But not bad enough to stop the amazing pleasure that was being given to her.

“I…I don’t usually. But… we’ve just been having a good time. Felt nice to let loose.” Natalie bit her lip, eyes closing tight as her orgasm threatened to begin.

“Okay. Well. Have a good time. Text me when you get back to your hotel so I know you’re safe.”

“I…I..w…will.” She kept back a whimper as Vincent assaulted her clit with his tongue, sensing she was close.

“Love you honey.”

“I…love…Iloveyoutoo.” She gasped out quickly. “Goodnight honey!” She barely ended the call before she dropped her phone to the counter, arched back, ass rising up off the counter and cried out as she came. “Fuck! OH GOD FUCK!” Her cries echoed in the bathroom.

Vincent gripped her thighs, digging his nails into her skin as she bucked, spasmed, cumming on his tongue and gushing juices into his mouth. He sucked and slurped loudly, tasting the conservative suburban married mom. After that little performance, that phone call, Vincent was even more thrilled at this conquest. A woman who was willing to answer the phone while a man was eating her out, it was cuckold territory. This woman was far less innocent than she let on. She had an inner slut. And he was going to bring it out. Let her husband have the quiet conservative woman. Tonight, Vincent was going to get the uninhibited feral woman she was hiding under all that polish.

Natalie shook, ass on the edge of the counter, leaning back and sweating as the lingering aftershocks of her orgasm rocked through her.

Vincent didn’t give her time to recover. He was standing, unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants. His cock emerged, large and hard, pulsing in the bright lights of the vanity mirror.

“Oh!” Natalie gasped seeing it. The head glistened with his smeared dripping pre-cum. “W…wait…”

He moved between her thighs, hovering just an inch away from her dripping cunt. “Need to stop?” There was sincerity there. Natalie understood what Jazz meant. If she told Vincent to stop, he would. No questions. And that realization alone, coupled with her orgasm addled brain, sealed her decision.

“C…condom.” She breathed.

Vincent chuckled. “Surely you’re on birth control.” He stroked his cock, tapping the tip gently against the dewy hair of her pussy.

“I…um, yes, I am…” Natalie tried to think. Had she taken her pill this morning? Packing for the trip had been so hectic. It was mostly last minute that the girls had asked her to go. She thought she’d taken it. But had she missed the day before?

“What’s the problem then?” He moved closed, letting the curve of his shaft rub along her mound, sliding it until the balls rested against her and his tip was nearly to her belly button. “Wouldn’t you like to feel this? It would be a shame to cover it.”

“Ohhhh.” She bit her lip. “I…um… I mean I’d prefer…”

Vincent made a show of looking around. “Not sure they have any here.” He grinned. “We could just stop…”

“N…no!” Natalie reached out, taking hold of Vincent’s shirt. “It’s…um…it’s okay …uh …just… maybe try to pull out?”

The grin on Vincent’s face told Natalie pulling out wouldn’t be happening. Before she could protest any further, he slowly began pushing into her cunt. Her lips spread wide around his tip. “OH my fucking god.” She fell back against the mirror staring down between her open thighs as this stranger was entering her body.

Vincent sucked in a breath. She was on fire. Burning moist velvet. It was wrapping around him and getting wrapped tighter and tighter. His bare cock slid into her like a hot knife cutting into silk. It was intense and perfect. He knew this woman would be good. Tight. Her muscles contracted around him and he held back a triumphant laugh. All that innocent air about her and now her married little hole was squeezing him with abundant need.

Usually the girls he found on spring break were much more loose. Not vaginally, but with their desire and needs. They would spread their legs eagerly and their connection would be fast and fun. But women like Natalie, clearly a one man woman most if not all of her life, was much more enjoyable. It was the resistance. Not fighting back but her body unused to different cocks, so she squeezed. Convulsed. Spasmed. Her whole body was experiencing something brand new and it was going haywire. She didn’t know what to do and so she inevitably let him lead and do almost anything he wanted, because she just wanted to feel good.

And he was going to do exactly that. Natalie was going to feel things she’d never even dreamed of, and she’d remember it was all because of him.

Natalie gripped Vincent’s arms as he sank further, the curve of his cock pushing up inside and rubbing along her g-spot making her tremble and nearly slip off the counter. Vincent caught her ass in his hands, holding her against the sink and began thrusting in shallow motions, letting her get used to his girth.

Vincent’s size was intense. The biggest Natalie had experienced, though admittedly she’d only had two others to compare it with. Her husband and the one boyfriend she had in college. But Vincent was the largest by far and it felt so good. The stretch. The depth. She’d never intended to let something like this happen. This was a betrayal of her marriage vows. If her husband found out, he’d be devastated.

Or would he?

Chrissy and Jenny’s husbands didn’t seem to mind. Maybe Cole would be the same?

She put a hand against Vincent’s chest, trying to steady herself as he rocked her. Her lips gripped him. The feel of his member gliding smoothly, filling her up, pressing his balls against her ass, made her already dizzy mind spin like a cyclone. It felt so good. But it was so wrong. Not just because she was having sex with a stranger. But because he was bare. Raw. She could feel the heat of skin on skin inside her and there was no doubt his precum was leaking, making things even more slick, easier to move.

Natalie said a little prayer, hoping she was current on her birth control.

“Fuck you’re tight.” Vincent let out approving groans as they maintained a gentle, firm rhythm. His thighs slapped against her ass, the sound becoming more and more wet as her pussy became drenched.

Heavy huffing breaths fogged the mirror. Natalie clawed at Vincent’s arms and chest as he fucked her deeply and steadily, ass slapping agasint the marble counter. She planted her hands on the counter top, pressing down and lifting off slightly while Vincent held her thighs starting to fuck harder, faster.

This was not a position Natalie had ever been in. Usually her and Cole stuck with missionary or maybe doggy. But this was intense. Eye opening. Vincent gripped and began thrusting harder, making Natalie grunt with every deep plunge of his cock.

“Like that? Hmm? Think your husband would like to listen to you cum on my cock?” Vincent chuckled and then leaned in, kissing Natalie hard.

Drunk on the orgasmic feeling of Vincent roughly fucking her in a club bathroom against the sink, Natalie lost all sense of impropriety. The idea of her husband listening to her getting fucked was so arousing and so wrong and it just sent her into a further tailspin. Pussy gushing, dripping, making the counter slippery with her juices. She could hear her friends' voices in the back of her mind. Egging her on to let loose. Be free.

“Yes. Yes.” She panted. “Fuck, oh god.”

“You like that?” Vincent grunted. “Like me fucking this married cunt?”

The words sent shivers down her spine. “Mmmm, fuck…ohhh god yes…yes…fuck me.”

“That’s right. Beg me, Natalie. Loosen up. Have fun! Let’s give you some experience before you go home to hubby.” Vincent rammed deep, cock head rubbing against her g-spot sending tremors through her. She slipped, sinking into a slumped position, hands up and gripping his arms again as he continued pummeling her pussy.

Sweat dripped down their faces. Vincent gazed at Natalie’s pussy as it squeezed, gripped him. It was beautiful. She was clinging to him like it was her first time. The sweet innocence of a wife and mother letting herself get used. He loved it.

Natalie looked at the near stranger fucking her raw and let herself become enveloped by it. Overwhelmed by this new feeling. New sensation as he rubbed and moved in and out of her sensitive tunnel.

Time slipped. Natalie groaned, panted, gasped with every deep thrust inside her. She came, moaning and clawing at Vincent as he continued his deep ramming motions. His face started to turn red. Panting. Breathing heavily and it was clear he was getting close.

“V..vin…Vincent…” She huffed. “Pull…pull out… p…please.” She whispered, but there was no heat behind her words, and she didn’t even try to push him away.

He continued for a few more strokes and then began to grunt deep animal moans, “Ohhhh fuuuuuuu fuuuck.” He moaned and Natalie felt it, his deep bursting shots of cum inside her. 

“Fuck!” She exclaimed and arched again, pushing herself more firmly against him as he spasmed more inside. The heat was volcanic. Cole’s cum shots were never this thick. But Vincent was flooding her with thick warmth. Emotions crashed through her just like the waves of orgasmic pleasure. Guilt for letting another man inside her bare, now cumming. Filling her with seed. Want. She wanted more. Wanted Vincent to keep fucking and shooting his semen into her cunt over and over.

For Vincent’s part, he was proud, pumping his cum into the trophy wife. Thick seed coating her walls. Pulsing inside her and just letting himself empty. And she took it. Accepting his ejaculation without so much as a plea for him to stop. That little whimper before was nothing but a knee jerk reaction to the new sensations she was experiencing. If she’d really wanted him to stop, she would have pushed him away. Said no. But her pussy was clutching him tighter than a vice and he continued to shoot inside the suburban mother.

Finally they crumpled, Natalie leaning against the mirror, nearly folded over as Vincent leaned on top of her. Sweat dripped from their faces. Breathing hot and heavy.

“Damn you’re a good fuck.” Vincent chuckled after a moment and straightened up, moving back from Natalie, holding her steady as he slid out of her pussy. It came out with a slick pop.

Natalie let out a groan when he exited. Suddenly she felt empty. A warm trickle of semen began streaming down her ass crack. “Fuck.” She muttered. The feeling was overwhelming. She’d just violated every marital vow… and loved it.

“You and your friends should come back to my penthouse.” Vincent said, pulling up his pants and zipping before picking up Natalie’s panties and in a very gentlemanly way, slipped them back on, helping her slip down off the counter and pulling up the panties, covering her sex.

She felt the warm, oozing cum spreading in her panties. The hot stickiness made her shiver. Brushing her fingers through her sweaty hair, she tried her best to make herself presentable, straightening her skirt and checking her makeup.

Vincent did the same. Straightening his hair, his jacket and shirt. All the while he kept his eyes on Natalie. “You okay?” He asked with a sly grin.

Natalie looked back at him in the mirror. “Um…yeah…” Her cheeks were flushed, and an overwhelming urge to giggle washed over her. She’d just fucked a stranger in a club bathroom. This was the stuff of naughty stories, not the real life of a suburban mom. 

He grinned. “So how about it? Wanna come with me and my friends back to the penthouse? Free drinks. Room service. We have a ninety inch TV.”

Natalie couldn’t help snickering. “Um… let me ask my friends…”

“Need to check with your husband, maybe?” He gave her a wink that made her blush deep red and then a quick slap on her ass.

“Uh. No. I don’t think I’ll… uh, no.” She stammered and turned to face him. “We should probably get back out there.”

“After you.” He motioned her towards the door, and as she walked gave her ass an appraising look, hoping he was going to see more of it very soon.

…

Sitting in a hot club, drinking, sweating, feeling Vincent’s cum leaking into her panties, drove Natalie wild. Her cheeks were flushed. Everything inside her was burning and pumping and fizzing. She drank more than usual, allowing herself to loosen up more and more. If that was even possible. What could be more free than having sex with a near stranger in a club bathroom?

Vincent and his friends had an answer.

After another hour, Vincent adjourned them all to his penthouse hotel room in the upscale hotel a few blocks away. They walked from the club, stumbling and laughing into the warm evening. Jenny and Chrissy were being held up between Vincent’s buddies, their hands freely roaming over their bodies. Cupping and spanking their asses. Groping their tits and even pulling them out, exposing them to the streetlights. They would cover back up only to have the men pull their tops down again.

They burst into the lobby of the hotel, slightly drunk and loud. Heels clicked against the marble floor. The girl's laughter was echoing along the walls all the way to the elevators. Natalie was more reserved, considering how tipsy she was. She was still tingling with desire from the fucking she’d gotten, the feeling of cum in her panties making her sticky and slick. In the elevator, things became even more heated. Jenny and Chrissy began to fully make out with whatever man was closest.

Hands moved under their dresses, pulling and pressing and rubbing. Tits fell out, and while one man would kiss one girl, the other would begin licking and sucking their exposed chests. Natalie watched in fuzzy fascination as her friends abandoned their suburban inhibitions. The upward momentum of the elevator made Natalie sway and shift, pressing against Vincent. He was less forward than his friend’s, but his hand found its way under her skirt and cupped her ass, squeezing tight.

“Ready for some more fun?” He whispered in her ear, his eyes on her friends while he rubbed her ass, moving his hand and slipping it under her panties.

Natalie groaned. She still felt his cum inside her. Dripping. Combining with the sweat and heat from her body.

The elevator dinged and they stumbled out, walking down the hall to the door. Vincent opened it and before she knew it, they were in an opulent room with a massive tv, couches, a sparse modern decor, a bar and a hall that led down to a bedroom and large master bathroom. The door was barely closed before the men were mauling Jenny and Chrissy. Her friend's clothes were practically ripped off, getting tossed aside.

The suburban mom watched as her friends became naked with a crowd of men around them, pulling down their pants as the girls squatted and began stroking the thick, long and stocky cocks presented to them.

The room swam with the feeling of sexual tension and desire. Natalie could smell the stale sweat. The scent of her friends arousal. Cologne, aftershave, mixtures of body odor and alcohol. Vincent stepped behind Natalie, sensing she was the more timid of the three even though she’d allowed him to fuck her in the bathroom. She was still uptight. But he would loosen her up plenty quick. The first fuck was always the hardest. Natalie was loosened up now and it was going to be easy to get the married mother to submit further.

“Let’s get these off. They are a mess.” He reached under her skirt and pulled down her panties. She resisted the tiniest bit, but her panties fell around her ankles, sticky and stained with thick globs of white.

“Damn, Vince. You dumped a load in her already? Way to hog the quiet one.” One man laughed, his cock getting licked by Chrissy as she stroked another.

“The quiet ones are the most fun, but you’ve gotta have a gentle hand.” Vincent laughed and gave Natalie’s ass a quick spank, making her stumble forward. “Go ahead, baby. Help your friends.”

Natalie looked back at him nervously, then back to her friends. Three fit men and one rotund somewhat hairy and sweaty fellow that looked like he was dreaming. Maybe he was. Maybe all of this was a dream and Natalie would wake up and realize that she was still on the plane and that they hadn’t even landed.

“Nat! Come on! These guys have been treating us to drinks and luxury all night. The least we can do is give them some fun.” Jenny laughed and then took the fat man’s cock, a stubby girthy member, into her mouth making him grunt in surprise. The others laughed at his reaction and slapped him on the back.

“Getting some good head there Jerry!” One said and then grabbed hold of Cassidy’s hair and started fucking her throat.

“Oh my god!” Natalie gasped, staring as her friends eagerly sucked, stroked, and exposing their pussies to the entire room. 

Hands jerked and stroked. Mouths and lips sucked and bit and swallowed. Glug glug gluck gwuack gwuck. Her friends were acting like complete whores and were loving it. The men grabbed their tits, squeezing and rubbing their hardening nipples. Other hands went to asses, giving them spanks and gropes.

“God that feels good.”

“Fucking moms are the best.”

“Husbands don’t know what freaks they have. Too busy with golf and country clubs.”

The men laughed and poked fun at the women. They even had the audacity to give each other high fives when the girls swallowed the entire lengths of their cocks, gagging and drooling.

Natalie was in shock. Panties lost on the floor somewhere. Her friends continued to beckon her, insisting she should join in the fun. It was their vacation. And these men were being nice. Offering all the finest drinks and foods, hell, one of them said after tonight he’d pay for a spa day for them… as long as they allowed themselves to get very, very sore tonight.

Vincent gave Natalie another shove, and she stumbled into the ring of men and down to her knees. Jenny and Chrissy knelt in front of her, naked. While she was still in her cocktail dress.

“Girls, help your friend fit in.” Vincent encouraged with a laugh.

The girls were immediately on her, pulling at her dress and getting it off her in record time. It reminded her of the late night sleep overs she had when she was younger. Rough housing and laughing. Having pillow fights. Her dress was thrown away, vanishing and leaving her tits bare and pussy exposed. Her slit was still swollen and puffy, glistening from the fucking Vincent had given her a couple of hours earlier.

“Fuck yeah. Look at that slit. Selfish of you to take if for yourself Vince.” One of the men laughed and stepped close to Natalie’s face, giving her cheek a slap with his fat, cock. “Her honey, let’s put that pretty mouth to some good use.”

Natalie smelled the man’s bitter musk. Sweat. Axe body spray applied much too liberally. His cock was already dripping from one of her friends mouths. Considering how liberal these men were with letting strangers suck their dicks, Natalie wondered just how clean they were. And not just in the sense of smelling good. Were they medically clean? Fuck, she’d had sex with Vincent unprotected, let him cum inside her. Pregnancy was an issue for sure, but so were diseases. That could be far worse.

These men didn’t seem concerned about it, but they were clearly thinking with a different head than the ones on either shoulders. Considering how well off all these men looked, besides Jerry who seemed to be the odd man out, but still decent enough, Natalie hoped that they were all clean. Bringing home a pregnancy would be marriage ending, but bringing home a disease could be far worse.

“I…” Natalie started to protest, but opening her lips became an invitation for a cock to get shoved into her mouth. Her eyes widened, the taste was salty and musky. It was thick, pushing deep into her mouth, making her cheeks puff.

“God, that’s good. Use your tongue.” The man put his hand in her sweaty hair, guiding her along his length.

She let her tongue swirl, lap and rub up and down his shaft as her lips gripped along his shaft.

Natalie was surrounded by moans, slurping, smacking lips and licking tongues. Panting breaths, stroking hands and slapping skin filled the room. The women were groped and pawed. Tits slapped and asses spanked.

Vincent joined the ring and took Natalie’s hand, her wedding ring glittering in the light and put it on his erection. She stroked it eagerly as she finally allowed herself to succumb to the erotic atmosphere. A yearning filled her, making her pussy clench, moistening and dripping.

A little voice in the back of Natalie’s mind kept trying to tell her this was wrong. Dangerous. She barely knew these men. And already she’d had sex with one. Raw. He’d cum inside her, and she still wasn’t entirely sure if she’d missed taking her pill or not. The alcohol, heat and buzzing of sexual tension weren’t helping her memory.

The girls moved so they were back to back, kneeling, letting the men rotate as if it were some sort of perverted carousel. One moment sucking and jerking, then shifting around. Tasting new thick cocks. Longer. Uncut. It became a blur. Natalie’s tongue became coated in pre-cum. It tasted bitter, salty, with a tinge of sweet. Some pulled her hair and moved her up and down at the pace they wanted. Others let her set the tempo. Jerry just stared down at her with contorted pleasure and disbelief as she deep throated his cock, feeling his hairy, sweaty balls smacking her chin. Spit, saliva, strings of pre-cum and fluids dripped from their faces and onto their breasts, becoming pink from being groped and slapped.

Cock drunk, the party moved further into the room, Jenny went to the couch, legs bent at the knee, feet on the edge, with a man between her legs thrusting hard and fast into her soaking pussy. His balls swung freely, slapping her ass. Another man stood on the couch, straddling her face, holding her hair and fucking her throat without concern for Jenny’s feelings. She gagged and glugged and moaned around him. He shoved himself deep to the root, balls pressed to her chin.

“Fuck! That’s right! Fucking swallow it all, bitch!” He laughed and pulled back for a moment, letting the woman gasp, then shoved his cock straight back down her throat.

Between her legs, the man fucked her deep, angling himself, making her stretch and drip, juices splashing on the nice leather of the couch.

On the floor one man lay back, holding Chrissy’s hips tight, helping her bounce and grind as she rode. Behind her, the odd man out, Jerry, squatted down like a hairy frog and eagerly pushed his cock into Chrissy’s ass, double penetrating her.

Natalie saw it in a whirlwind as she was pulled to a chair and found herself straddling Vincent’s lap. For the second time that night, the man slid inside her. No condom. Nothing but skin on skin. She gasped at the full feeling and felt his teeth on her nipples, alternating back and forth, sucking and pulling.

“Fu…fuck!” she gasped and began bouncing, Vincent gripping her ass, grinding and humping. She arched back, breasts bouncing as Vincent worshiped and abused them. He sucked at her skin, leaving pucker marks with his lips and teeth that would no doubt stay for several days. 

His cock was so thick inside her. Burning hot, sawing into her depths over and over, making her already fuzzy mind more dreamy and swimming. Vincent was still blown away at being inside this woman. Tight and eager, even though she had that air of conservative about her.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” Vincent groaned. “That’s right. Let go. Have fun. Fuck my cock.” 

It sounded like an order, and Natalie, in her sexual haze, obeyed. She grabbed the back of the chair, hands on either side of him, and began thrusting herself down hard and fast. Her ass spanked against his thighs.

“Yes! Yes! Oh god fuck yes!” she groaned. Natalie the mom. Natalie the wife. Those women were gone. In the drunken haze of desire and alcohol Natalie was simply ‘Natalie the pussy. The ass. The tits. The mouth.’ She was a sexual toy and she wanted to be used.

Vincent let her breasts bounce in front of his face, leaning back holding her hips and letting her do the work. His cock slid in and out of her tight cunt, dripping cream all along his balls.

“Go Nat! Fuck, you look good!” Chrissy was sandwiched between Jerry and one of his bros. Her face was twisted, mouth hanging open in a belly deep gasp as her ass and pussy were filled with raw cock. 

Was that going to happen to her tonight? Did she want it to? Would she stop them if they tried? Was Chrissy even concerned about what Natalie was? Pregnancy? Disease? Or maybe she was experienced in this sort of thing enough to just not worry?

She couldn’t tell. She couldn’t decide. All she could feel was Vincent’s cock in her pussy rubbing all over, dragging against her g-spot. He started rubbing her clit, further making her logical mind retreat to the primal need of her animal brain.

“Cum. I want this married mom to cum on my cock again.” He pinched her clit, wanting the trophy wife and mom to cry out and shake.

Vincent spun her around, making her face the living area, pulling her legs over the arms of the chair and wrapping his arms around her waist to pump her up and down on his cock like she was a fleshlight. Her pussy was exposed to the room. To all the eyes. Stretched and slick. 

Natalie was blushing in embarrassment and arousal. Everything was going haywire in her brain as she was fucked and showed off to her friends and the strangers in the room. She felt the eyes on her as she rode. Chrissy crushed between two men, moaning as she was taken at both ends, watching as Natalie was impaled. Jenny was on all fours, Jerry behind her, his fat hairy stomach spanking her ass, making it ripple and splash with his sweat. He held her hair like a bridle. Her mouth stuffed with a cock, preventing her cries of pleasure.

Did they even know the men’s names? Natalie knew Vincent, and tangentially Jerry, and at the moment she was having trouble even remembering those names.

Vincent began to groan and she felt the telltale sign he was about to cum. Part of her wanted to protest, but what was the point? She’d already let him cum inside her once. Would it matter if he did it again? If any of these men came in her?

Thick spurts shot straight up into her womb. The feeling was fire. It was liquid heat. Natalie moaned and came instantly as he thrust her down hard, continuing to pulse inside her.

Natalie’s brain blanked. When things came back into focus… she was on the glass coffee table. On her back, legs pulled up to her chest and Jerry was over her, sweaty and grunting like he’d run a mile, thrusting his bare stubby cock into her soaking snatch.

“C…con … condom…” She panted, feeling the rough slapping of his stomach against her hips as he held onto her thighs.

“Don’t… have any.” Jerry was panting, clearly out of breath and pushing himself to his limit but unable to stop. He still couldn’t believe this was happening. Going out with Vincent and bros had seemed like a stupid idea. Hitting the clubs and getting rejected was the last thing he’d wanted to do. But now he was in Vincent’s penthouse and balls deep in a suburban wife. Raw. And he’d already had his cock sucked and stuffed in an ass and other pussy. This was turning into the best night out of his life, and he wasn’t going to let anything ruin it.

“P…please…” She gasped, but there wasn’t much weight behind her pleading. 

Jerry continued thrusting, his mind bending movements making Natalie’s toes curl. She felt him sliding so deep, touching new nooks and crannies. “Oh god!” she moaned. “Oh fuck please…if…then…then pull…out…when you’re…”

She was trying to tell him to pull out when he was close. But he didn’t seem interested. And did it really matter? Vincent had already cum inside her twice. Would another load really matter? Or more? Natalie was losing all perspective. Was this slobbish man even clean? He smelled so musky and bitter, but his cock felt so good. Her walls were contracting around him over and over and even the feeling and taste of his sweat in her nose and mouth was intoxicating.

It was out of her hands. Within moments Jerry was grunting like a pig, unloading inside. Groaning from deep in his belly as he shot streams of semen into her. She felt the warmth and stickiness dripping down her ass, onto the glass of the tabletop. It stuck to her ass, sliding and streaking, sticking all over her cheeks and back. Jerry was stiff for a moment and then pulled out with a wet PLOP.

Natalie lay back, shaking as Jerry vanished somewhere else in the room. The sounds of sex echoed, but felt distant. It was hard to tell if they were coming from the couch, or maybe the kitchenette. The bedroom? Somewhere else? There was a cool breeze, maybe the balcony was open and someone was out there.

The urge to pee washed over Natalie and she forced herself to get off the table, slipping as she slid through the cum that had pooled between her legs and along her back. She stumbled forward, noticing Jenny on the couch, laying back with a man slowly moving in and out of her puffy mound. She looked like she’d taken a load on her chest, breasts dripping with dried cum. Everything about her screamed exhausted, but Jenny wasn’t slowing down.

Chrissy’s moans drifted from somewhere… they became clearer as Natalie approached the bathroom. When she stepped in, she saw a massive walk-in glass shower with an overhead waterfall showerhead. Chrissy was under the spray with two men and Vincent. Vincent was behind her, holding her leg up and his cock buried inside her ass. His buddy was in front, holding onto her leg around his waist, ramming his cock into her pussy. The third, Jerry, was standing next to them, holding Chrissy’s hair and devouring her wet, dripping breasts. Mauling them as the other two fucked her.

Blushing and still lightheaded, Natalie quickly used the restroom then hurried to the kitchen to get some water. She downed two glasses quickly, still hearing the moans and gasps, grunts and groans and slapping skin of the sexual activity that was dominating the penthouse.

The sound of her friends climaxing echoed through her chest and head. Men grunting and roaring as they shot their cum inside them without a second thought. How could her friends be so brazen? Were they on birth control? Surely they were… but that thought just brought Natalie back to the realization that she couldn’t confidently say if she’d kept up with her pills. Missing even one could put her at risk and she’d already taken multiple loads inside her.

While she stood at the kitchen island, sipping at another glass of water, one of Vincent’s friends came waltzing in, his body still glistening from the shower he’d been taking with Chrissy.

“Hey there.” He grinned, not at all self conscious of the fact that he was naked, his cock, sizable and fat, swinging between his legs as he went to the fridge and pulled out a fancy bottle of water. Seemed like tap water was beneath him. He was in good shape, defined chest and far too much confidence due to his position and money. Natalie recognized those sorts of men. She saw them plenty at the country club and at her husband’s work events.

After drinking nearly half the bottle, the man stretched and came over to stand next to Natalie. “Don’t think we’ve been formally introduced. Blake.” He held out his hand.

Natalie took it blushing. Despite all she’d done, she was still feeling self conscious about being completely nude in front of this near stranger. “Natalie.” She muttered and took another sip of water.

“Natalie…” Blake gave her an appraising look, but for the first time it didn’t seem like it was a lustful look. It was as if he was trying to figure something out. “Your last name wouldn’t happen to be Baxter, would it?”  He leaned against the island and continued surveying her.

Instantly, Natalie’s heart rate became like that of a hummingbird. Fast and powerful. “Um…y…yeah.” She muttered, eyes widening.

Blake’s face brightened up. “I knew I recognized you. Couldn’t place you in the club, lights were too low. I recognize you from NezTech’s Christmas party last year.” He stood up, again not even concerned with the fact that he was naked. “You looked stunning in that candy cane dress.” Now his eyes were wandering all over Natalie, this time with that lustful intent she’d seen on the men’s faces all night.

“Oh…” Natalie muttered. The last thing she expected was to be recognized. What were the odds? “You um… work at…”

“No. No. I work for the finance group that handles a lot of NezTech’s investments. I’ve met your husband, nice guy. Know’s his numbers.” Blake took a step towards Natalie and put his hand on her hip. “Didn’t know he had such a wild wife though.” His grin was wide and fierce.

“Um…I’m not…I uh, this isn’t typical for me.” Natalie stammered.

“Yeah. I caught on to that. You’ve been a pretty shy little rabbit this whole evening. Except when you did that lovely dance at the club. I’ll have to let Cole know his wife is…”

“No!” Natalie gasped and put a hand on Blake’s chest. “I…uh…” Panic spread through her.

“Oh… I see. Cat’s away, she’s gonna play. Cool, cool.” Blake put his other hand on Natalie’s hip and let them drift to her ass, giving it a firm squeeze. “No worries. What happens on vacation, stays there.” With a surprising show of strength, Blake lifted Natalie up. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively so she didn’t dangle or fall. “Been dying to sample this pretty pussy all night. Vince’s been kinda selfish taking your twice already.”

He sat Natalie on the counter, perched on the edge with the corner digging into her bare ass as he crouched down slightly pushing her legs apart. Her pussy was pink with use and still glistening. “Fuck I knew you’d have a pretty pussy.” Leaning in he ran this thumb up between her lips and came away with strings of stickiness. “You’ve been busy.” He laughed and even though she was wet with not just her own juices but the cum of others, Blake moved in and pressed his tongue against her.

“Oh!” Natalie gasped. “Ohhhhh fuuck.” She leaned back, the stimulation almost too much. Her pussy was sore and sensitive but it still felt so good as Blake licked slowly along her mound.

Blake breathed her in. Licking and sucking at her swollen clit, making her grip the edge of the counter tight and shake like a leaf. He remembered seeing her at the Christmas party, wondering what she looked like under her lovely form fitting dress. Cole Baxter had clearly been showing his wife off. And now Blake had her here, naked and exposed and tasting her. She was delicious.

Bringing Natalie close to the edge of another orgasm, Blake suddenly pulled back and without much preamble, stood up, reached down and guided his cock to Natalie’s slick entrance. 

“Wh…wait.” Again she was trying to slow these men down. “Can you put on…” She didn’t get to finish, Blake slid inside her raw. Lowering her onto him until every inch was inside, she groaned with the stretching depth of his cock. “Ohhhh fuck.”

“Shit!” Blake groaned, taking hold of her ass and starting to move her up and down. She was far tighter than he’d imagined. Was Cole even taking advantage of the beauty he had at home? “Snug. Fucking. Fit.” He grunted as he began to fuck her, lifting and lowering her like she weighed almost nothing. 

She gazed at him, eyes wide as he used her, the sound of her ass slapping against him filling her as euphoria ripped through her body. Her pussy squeezed him. Gripping his fat cock as it moved into her slick folds. “Oh, my god.” She grabbed hold of Blake’s shoulders.

“Yeah…you like that…mmm fuck you’re tighter than your friends. Guess they’ve been used more, huh?” Blake laughed at his crude joke, turning and pushing Natalie up against the fridge, and began thrusting harder, faster. “Fuck yeah. Your pussy is so good. Cole’s wife is fucking hotter than I thought you’d be. Can’t blame Vince for wanting to hog it.”

Natalie’s breaths came out in huffs and gasps, her breasts bouncing as Blake began a hammering pace. Her ass slapping against the metal fridge.

“Take it. Fucking take it. Mmmmm good girl yes. Oh god fuck. Holy shit I’m gonna cum already.” Blake grunted, gripping her ass tighter, pressing his nails into her soft flesh. “Get ready, Natalie. Or should I say, Mrs. Baxter. You want me to cum in this married cunt?” His pounding thrusts shook the fridge. “I’m gonna send you back to Cole overflowing with my jizz.” 

Natalie was quickly overcome by another orgasm, pussy clenching on Blake’s cock, making her shake as he met her sudden groan with his own. She didn’t even have an opportunity to stop him or protest. Blake simply began shooting his semen deep into her, sending her into another overwhelming orgasm.

A guttural groan escaped Blake’s lips as he poured out his fertile fire into Natalie. Eager to fill the woman he’d eyed at the party. He’d been left wondering last year but now he was balls deep and getting to experience what he hadn’t thought would be an option.

For a moment Natalie blacked out in pleasure, bright colors and dizzying sensations making every fiber of her body tingle. When things came back into focus, she was laying in the master bedroom. Blake lay behind her while she was on her side, pulling her leg up and sliding his cock back into her. With his other hand he was holding up his phone, capturing their sweaty faces and just the barest amount of Natalie’s breasts and a glimpse of Blake’s cock buried inside her.

“Say cheese.” He chuckled and snapped a few quick photos in succession.

Natalie moaned, arching and looking away from the camera embarrassed and guilty. The bed shifted as another man came crawling towards Natalie. Blake tossed his phone on the night stand behind him and gripped her tight as the new man knelt before her, his semi hard cock rubbing along her lips. Her moans from Blake’s sudden thrusts made her lips open and the man’s cock head slid inside.

She was beyond protesting now. The suburban mom who’d come with girlfriends for a fun getaway was now the suburban milf. Sucking a cock deeper and deeper into her throat while another pounded into her from behind. Pussy slick from multiple loads and arousal. She was burning up, heat shooting through her from her core as it was stretched and invaded.

To her surprise, Blake slipped out of her pussy and began to circle the head of his dick against her asshole. The man she was sucking went down between her legs and slipped himself inside her warm folds. Blake pushed his head inside her ass, making her whimper and grip hold of the pillows and sheets.

“Oh…oh fucking god fuck!” She groaned, never having imagined she’d get double penetrated. At least not outside of her most depraved fantasies. Now here she was, two practical strangers pushing themselves into her without asking. Stretching her wide and making her full. Somehow she’d broken every marriage vow and kept slipping further and further away from the woman she was only a day ago.

“Like that, don't you.” Blake groaned, biting and licking her neck.

Whoever the man was fucking her pussy groaned approval. “Fuck this mom’s tight. The others have got some wildness to them but I think these quiet ones are the best. Fucking velvet vice. Go ahead, honey. Squeeze me. I wanna add my load to the collection.”

Natalie lost track of how long they fucked her. Minutes. Longer? She was awash in pleasure and pain and she couldn’t stop her orgasms. They began to tumble upon her like a rolling avalanche. One after another. Running into each other. A traffic jam of passion.

When one of them groaned, or maybe it was both of them, she felt the heat of their semen shooting thick and deep. Almost immediately they were replaced by new ones. Had the others been waiting in line, like this was some sort of porn shoot? Was she Debbie doing Dallas?

Oh dear lord. Were these men filming any of this? She hadn’t noticed cameras. But she hadn’t noticed much at all since stumbling in half buzzed and ready for more sex. 

Her worries didn’t stop her from continuing.

Natalie rode Jerry, hands pressed to his fat stomach. She rode him, grinding and bouncing with abandon while he slapped at her tits and sucked her nipples.

She blew another, sucking deep and let him fuck her face, drooling all over him.

Two of them took turns on her as she lay on the floor. Fucking her and sitting on her face with their cock in her mouth and throat, nose rubbing their assholes.

At some point she found herself between Jenny’s legs licking and sucking her first pussy. Swallowing thick globs of cum as it dripped and poured from her friend, who was getting her face fucked.

Chrissy ended up eating Natalie while she was sitting in the chair where she’d ridden Vincent.

Her turn in the shower came, sandwiched between Vincent and Blake. Water poured onto them as she was held in the air, getting double penetrated. Her wails echoed off the shower walls.

It was nearly three a.m. by the time everyone collapsed where they were, falling into fitful, drunk sleep. Natalie slept curled up on the couch, having found a blanket from somewhere and pulling it around her nakedness. When the sun began streaming through the open windows, waking Natalie, her head was pounding. Everything ached. Her pussy was sore, and as she slipped the blanket off, she touched herself delicately. Lips were puffy and red. She’d been used in ways she’d never imagined. Sometimes with almost no break between cocks entering her and blowing a load. The men must have been on viagra to keep going the way they were. 

Snores and snorts were the only evidence that others were in the room. Jenny and Chrissy had both fallen asleep in the bedroom. Vincent was slumped in a chair, drooling. Natalie didn’t concern herself with the exact location of everyone else. Instead, she made her way to the bathroom, shut the door and locked it. She’d found her phone and was holding on to it as she stepped into the shower, turning the water on to help obscure any other noise from outside the bathroom. There were a few texts she’d missed. All from her husband. 

She cringed, knowing that while her husband had been texting her loving messages and asking how things were going, she was getting fucked every single way she could think of.

Reaching down, Natalie gently pulled her lips open and a thick stream of cum began leaking out. The water washed it away and down the drain. For a moment she just let the water splash and spill over her, massaging her sore muscles and rubbed raw skin. When she was more awake, she started a video call to her husband.

The screen rang for a few moments and then the sweet face of her husband appeared. His light brown hair was disheveled and he looked like he was still waking up. He was wearing a robe and looked as if he was leaving the kitchen, the sound of their daughters giggling and eating fading into the background.

“Morning, honey…oh…oh my…” Cole’s smile widened as he saw Natalie standing in the shower. She was holding the camera so he had a downward view, her face filling up most of the screen, but a clear view of her breasts and stomach glistening with warm water. “Uh… well hi there.” He chuckled.

“Morning, sweetie.” She tried to sound light and happy. And she was happy to see him. This little tease was an attempt to throw off any possible, uncomfortable questions her husband might have about last night.

“Um… to what do I owe this…this uh… show?” His eyes were staring intently at the glimpse he had of Natalie’s body.

“Can’t a wife show her husband what he’s missing? And what’s missing him?” She gave a wink and let her hand slip along her sore breast and down her chest and stomach to her aching vagina. Thanks to the hot water, most of her skin was turning a light pink and if her husband could see any of the puffiness down below, it could be attributed to the shower.

“Well, I’m definitely missing you. And… uh, well missing more…” He was stammering like a schoolboy and Natalie giggled.

“I miss you, honey.”

“How was last night? Must have been fun. I texted a few times.” Cole said, sipping at a cup of coffee.

“Uh.. yeah, we had fun. Drank a little too much I’ll admit. But it was a great time. Don’t plan on partying that hard the rest of the weekend though.” She chuckled nervously.

“Well, just be safe, okay? Have fun. I know Chrissy and Jenny can be a bit… wild. Was a little afraid they might be a bad influence. I’ve heard some things about their trips…” Her husband trailed off, giving Natalie a concerned look.

“Oh, well. Yeah. The girls are. Wild. But, don’t worry. I’m keeping an eye on them. Not going to let them get too out of control.” She grinned, hiding behind a mask of guilt.

Cole looked at her for a minute. Then his smile spread across his face. “Well. Glad they have you to keep them grounded. Have fun. The girls miss you. I’d…uh let you see them but… I think you’re a bit too…” His grin grew a little mischievous.

Natalie giggled. “Yeah. Sorry. Not dressed for a good morning chat. Maybe later.”

Her husband nodded. “Call later. The girls will love to say hi.”

“Love you, honey.” Natalie blew a kiss to her husband and then gave her breasts a gentle bounce, playfully winking at him before he said his I love you’s and they hung up.

She scrubbed and washed herself clean of the fluids from her sexual romp. Part of her was afraid to go back into the penthouse. What if she stepped out of this bathroom and got swept back up into… into… Her pussy started to throb at the possibilities. Those men were insatiable last night. Fucking for hours. She wasn’t sure she could handle that again.

Quickly finishing her shower and drying off, Natalie peeked out of the bathroom, listening to see if someone, anyone, was up. All she heard were snores.

With light feet she made her way to the living area. Gathering her clothes, she slipped them on, not bothering to concern herself with making it look nice. She was resigned to the fact she was going to be doing a walk of shame. Fully dressed, she texted her friends, telling them that she was okay and going back to their hotel.

Trying to think ahead and be sensible, in case something bad happened, she took quick pictures of all the men in the penthouse. She texted the photos to her friends and saved them to a cloud drive and then left the room, making her way to the elevator and down to the lobby.

The security guard at the front desk gave her a wave, asking if she needed a taxi. She thanked him and told him that would be helpful, considering she barely knew where she was. Once the taxi arrived, she slipped in and let out a sigh of relief.

Last night had been… interesting. But she didn’t have any plans to continue that sort of activity.

…

It was around noon when Chrissy and Jenny came stumbling into the hotel room. Natalie was sitting on the balcony, having a cup of late afternoon coffee. The effects of last night were still lingering, her body sore and mind fuzzy and tired.

She got up, watching as her friends came in, their clothes as disheveled as hers had been when she’d gotten back hours ago. They looked tired. Hungover. Jenny collapsed on the bed, her dress riding up to show that her panties were missing. Her pussy was as red and puffy as Natalie’s. Maybe more so.

“You okay?” Natalie asked, sounding concerned.

“Asprin.” Chrissy muttered, shuffling to the bathroom where she’d left her toiletry bag. As she went, she unzipped and discarded her leather skirt. She was sans panties as well.

Natalie approached Jenny, laying flat on the bed, legs hanging off the end. “Jen? You okay? Did um… did you guys just wake up or…”

Jenny turned her head, looking up at Natalie with a dreamy smile. “Early morning fuckfest. God Geoffrey can pound a pussy. I’m going to be feeling it for a week.”

“You’re telling me. Vince and uh… what’s his name… Bacon…no…uh…” Chrissy was stumbling out of the bathroom, downing two pills and a glass of water as she spoke.

“Blake.” Natalie provided, remembering the man who’d fucked her multiple times.

“Right. They double stuffed my pussy. Didn’t think I could do it. But I guess if I can push out a baby, two cocks shouldn’t be that big of a problem.” She chuckled then groaned, hand to her head. “It was good, but geez… I think I’m dehydrated.” Chrissy turned and went back to the bathroom, the sound of the faucet filling her cup proceeding a sudden cough and…

Natalie cringed as she heard Natalie vomiting into the toilet.

Jenny sighed. “Too much to drink. Drinking and fucking at the same time, like getting sloshed on a sea storm rocked ship.” She turned over and slipped further on the bed and lay against the pillows. “Why’d you leave so early Nat? There was plenty of cock to go ‘round.”

Natalie blushed. “I…uh, I’m sure. But… I was… all um… fucked out.” Her cheeks went even darker being so crude.

Jenny gave a snort and lay on her side, curling up. “Well, you certainly did your fair share considering it was your first time. Don’t worry. With some practice you’ll be able to go longer.”

Not knowing what to say to that, the very idea that she might do this again was less than appealing, Natalie just turned and went back to the balcony to continue drinking her coffee and reading her book. She’d been on the same page for the last half hour, unable to make herself move past what she’d done last night. On the one hand, she was appalled at herself. She’d betrayed her marriage in every way possible. Multiple times. With complete strangers. But… she couldn’t deny how good it was. The orgasms had been mind blowing. The way each man had fucked her differently. Hard and deep and without much care as to how she felt about it. 

Cole was a great lover. Gentle and sweet in the bedroom. But those men had used her. Pounded her into submission. And though it made her feel dirty, it also came with an edge of thrill. Not only that, she kept remembering dancing on the table, moving to the music and feeling the heat and tasting the sweat and alcohol. It was intoxicating. She wasn’t much of a dancer, she knew that. But dirty dancing in a dimly lit club, just moving her body so that people could leer had been a whole different level of thrilling.

She actually found herself itching to dance again. To show off and feel the eyes on her, wanting her. Though that’s as far as she really wanted to go. Last night had been enough… well… it had been enough. And despite what Jenny and Chrissy were both thinking, she didn’t plan on being as loose and free with herself as them. Though, she finally understood why her friends did this. It was freeing. Just letting loose completely. No inhibitions. Amazing sex. It was tempting.

Jenny and Chrissy slept for a few hours, recuperating from their activities the night before and this morning. When they finally woke up, cleaned up, and seemed their more civilized, suburban selves, they decided to go to the beach. Natalie’s friends talked her into wearing something more scandalous than her typical suit. The public beaches had slightly more strict rules about how much skin you could reveal, so all three ended up wearing high hipped, eighties style color blocked, neon thong bikinis.

After yesterday’s display at the pool and in the club, Natalie felt less exposed as they went out with their beach bags to the sands and washing tide. It was early enough that the beach was crowded, but hadn’t yet been overrun with the crowds that would start coming in as the sun went down and the bonfires began to ignite. Stages were being set up. Lights and instruments set up for the various bands that would be hyping the crowds. Until then, it was calm, but there was still lots of activity and it was a few minutes before they could find a place to lay out their towels and snag one of the umbrellas that were provided along the beach.

They spent an hour laying out and enjoying the sun and cool breeze blowing in from the sea. Natalie read. Jenny and Chrissy let the sun tan them, even loosening their bikinis when they rolled onto their fronts so they could prevent tanlines. The beach began to get more and more crowded as the day went on and the girls decided to head over to one of the rundown surf bars located along the coastline.

They sat themselves on the rickety stools and ordered margaritas. This time Natalie didn’t hesitate, taking a deep drink from her glass and letting the cold and bitter alcohol invigorate her. The pounding in her head from that morning had faded, but she could still remember the buzzing feeling she’d had at the club. Drinking. Dancing. Letting herself go. That was a feeling she didn’t want to lose. She may not want to chase sex like Jenny and Chrissy, but she could admit to herself that she wanted to have fun.

Crowds grew. The noise grew. Jenny and Chrissy were getting tipsy, drinking fast and free. Natalie less so, but she wasn’t that far behind. She found herself looking around at the men wearing swim trunks and speedos. After last night she was a bit more intrigued by the packages the men were sporting and wondering how they might feel… that was the alcohol talking. Had to be. She didn’t want to start cheating on her husband again.

The sun started to set and things began to pulse and pump. Music pushed through blown out speakers. People sang, screamed and danced in the sand and sea. It was a massive beach party. The girls began building up a tab that Natalie was sure would make her husband cringe when he saw the charges.

“I think we should stop. This is getting expensive.” Natalie yelled to Jenny. It was the only way she could be heard. Anything lower than a shout was drowned out by the bedlam around them. 

Jenny laughed. “Honey, if you’re worried about the expense, there’s an easy way around that. Do you really think we come down here and blow hundreds on these fancy drinks?” She waved her third pina-colada around, spilling some onto the sand that was getting mushy and wet from the sweat and ice and spilled drinks. 

Natalie’s mind was racing. Did her friends trade sexual favors for drinks? How depraved were they? Worse… was she willing to dive in with them? It wasn’t like she couldn’t afford things. Cole was well off. And Natalie had her side hussles at home with make-up and hair care products that brought in a decent amount. Going on vacation and racking up a bill for drinks and fun wasn’t that big of a deal. But… 

“W…how…um how exactly do you get discounted drinks?” Natalie stammered.

Chrissy leaned in with a wicked smile. “Not discounted honey. Free. And it’s pretty simple. We dance.”

“Dance?”

Jenny slammed her empty glass down on the bar. “Bartender! Hey! Teddy! We’re ready to settle our tab.” She stood up from her stool and began to climb onto the bar.

“Jen! Hey! Wait! What are you doing? That’s dangerous!” Natalie tried to stop Jenny, but Chrissy began climbing onto the bar as well and her friends quickly grabbed Natalie’s hands and pulled her up along with them.

Chrissy whistled and looked over at the bartender, apparently named Teddy. It was clear Chrissy and Jenny knew him, had probably frequented this surf bar many times. That made Natalie’s stomach twist even more than the sudden perilous height up on the bar. Thankfully she was able to reach the overhanging beams of the bar to take hold of and steady herself.

Teddy was laughing wildly and went to the sound system, cranking up the music.

Immediately, Chrissy and Jenny began to dance. Swaying their hips. Gyrating, Wiggling their chests at the onlooking patrons who were now not just drinking, but getting a show. Natalie stared at them. This was how they paid for drinks?

Jenny tousled her hair and squatted in front of an older man who was leaning forward on the bar drinking a beer. Her ass was directly in his face. She wiggled, the thong bikini riding up tightly between her cheeks. With an amount of grace that Natalie never expected from her friend, Jenny began bouncing, letting her ass twerk and smack in front of the stranger's nose. He had the biggest grin on his grizzled face and reached out giving her ass a hard slap.

“Oh!” Jenny stood back up, feigning surprise and embarrassment. It was clear she was just acting. Playing. Twirling around, she squatted back down, this time facing the man, thighs open wide displaying her bikini bottoms with a deep cameltoe visible, and grabbed the man's face in her hands. “Naughty! Naughty!” She scolded with a mocking frown, then gave the man a light slap on the cheek, stood back up and continued walking along the bar. Her hips swaying and ass jiggling all the while.

Chrissy was the same. Wandering along the bar. Moving with the beat. The patrons lifting their drinks, whistling and calling out to her.

Natalie watched, frozen, before hearing some calls for her to “shake it momma!” “Show us what you got!” “Don’t be scared, let's see you sway!”.

She was suddenly taken back to the club. Dancing on the table. Swaying to the incessant beat that made her blood pound and heart race. This environment was different… but the request, the desire, the temptation, was the same.

Already buzzed, the heat of the night making her sweat, Natalie began to dance. She moved clumsily at first, but quickly remembered the few instructions Jazz had given her at the club.

She moved her hands along her body, feeling the slick sweat and moisture of the night, mixing with the salt from the sea and sand. She could taste it on her lips when she made a show of licking them and bending forward, shaking her ass for one side of the bar and her swaying tits for the other. Whistles and cat calls rose from the noise of the beach and sent a thrill through Natalie.

As scandalous as she felt, it was fun to let go. She could button herself back up when she got home. Enjoy the suburban life she’d built and was happy with once she was back. For now she was just a free woman and she was gonna flaunt it.

Gyrating her hips as if she were doing the hula, Natalie ran her hands through her sweaty hair, swaying and shaking, jiggling and moving without a care. Shouts came for more. Calling for her to come closer. They spurred her on and she sauntered along the bar. She squatted in front of a young man, no older than twenty if she was guessing, and grabbed him by the hair, pulling him forward and pressing his face between her tits.

She felt his mouth and tongue and face rubbing along the tops of her breasts. When she pulled back… her bikini top fell off. Either the knot hadn’t been tight enough, or maybe the man had somehow gotten it loose, but the result was the same. Natalie’s top fell and tumbled into the sand, vanishing among the shuffling feet of the gathered crowds.

Her nipples were dark and rock hard, a soft glistening of sweat along her whole body making her look like a salacious beach babe. A model from a magazine. The cheers grew louder. Whistles of appreciation. “Shake ‘em” “Fucking perfect!” “Bounce those titties!” “Woo Woo Woo!” The chants were overwhelming.

Natalie just stood, not even bothering to cover her chest. Her eyes darted to her friends who were on opposite sides of the bar. Their tops were gone too. Discarded somewhere. They’d probably done it willingly rather than by accident. But… They were dancing more provocatively. Bouncing and caressing and groping their own breasts as they danced and wiggled their hips.

This was more than just a Coyote Ugly like dance. This was a striptease.

No wonder her friends got their drinks for free.

Taking a deep breath, Natalie pushed away her embarrassment. She’d gone this far. Why not just go all the way.

…

Mixed in the crowd a small group of men watched with utter fascination as the wife of one of their senior managers was dancing on a cheap bar on the beach. They watched wide eyed as her top vanished and not long after she pulled the ties on her hips and let her bottoms fall as well. Her bush was glistening with the sweat of the night and glistening from the harsh lighting of the bar.

She strutted around, not altogether graceful but still provocative. Her ass shook and tits bounced freely. When she bent over, everyone was greeted with a view of her sweaty ass and puffing pussy mound. Patrons reached out to touch and amazingly she let them. Fingers grazed her slit, rubbed against her puckered hole. They pinched her tits and gave them playful slaps when she would lean over them and let them sway like soft hanging sandbags.

The other two women on the bar were familiar as well, but the men couldn’t place them. Most likely friends of Mr. Baxter’s wife. For a second they weren’t completely sure that it really was Cole Baxter’s wife. But a quick search on social media gave them all the confirmation they needed once they matched her conservative selfies with the woman swaying her ass at the crowd.

Once they were sure, their phones were out and they came closer to catch the spectacle on film. Raucous cheers rose as Mrs. Baxter sat on the bar, legs wide and pulled an older gentleman’s head between her legs with a drunken laugh. They filmed as the man rubbed his face over her bush and let his tongue thrash against her pussy. The woman moaned, holding the man’s head tight.

Someone dangled a cherry in front of Mrs. Baxter’s face. She lapped at it with her tongue. Hands groped her bare tits, pinching and twisting her nipples as she bit at the cherry being dangled before her like she was a kitten reaching for catnip. The other two women were doing much the same. Three suburban wives shaking everything and exposing themselves. Letting strangers touch and pinch and nip.

Mrs. Baxter let out a loud cry that got even more cheers. The man had somehow brought her to orgasm. He leaned back, face sloppy with juices and spit and lifted his drink up in a salute. Mrs. Baxter quickly grabbed it from his hand, downed whatever it was, and got back to her feet, dropping the glass into the sand and began to dance and sway again.

One of the men zoomed in, catching a clear view of Mrs. Baxter’s pretty cunt. Her hand went down between her legs as she moved like a seductive snake and pulled open her lips to expose the moist pink of her pussy that had just been licked.

“Fucking shit! She looks tight. I’d love to get a taste of that!” One of the men laughed.

She bent over and pulled open her cheeks. Her asshole was pretty and pink. Someone took a chance and got up and pressed their face into her cheeks. Mrs. Baxter nearly fell over behind the bar but hands quickly reached out and grabbed onto her legs and hips, keeping her upright as the stranger ate out her asshole. One of the men holding her up slid his hand higher and thrust two fingers into her sopping pussy. Mrs. Baxter screamed in pleasure. Or maybe pain? The onlookers couldn’t tell, but they also didn’t seem to care all that much.

Over the next half hour or so, they watched Cole Baxter’s wife get her ass fingered and licked. People used her pussy, tasting and teasing it. Drinks were poured between her cheeks. Salt was smeared around her nipple and she lay on the bar letting people take shots from her belly button or asshole. She was used in ways the men hadn’t ever thought of. They watched as she fingered herself in front of the crowd, her wedding ring sticky and shining with her juices.

Everyone cheered. They praised her. Some even tipped her, throwing bills at her that she gathered up with a drunken laugh.

The cameras caught everything in stunning high definition. Other people were recording too, but they didn’t have the privilege of knowing who these women were. Or at least who one of them was.

“Think we should tell Baxter?” One asked.

“Uh… I don’t think I wanna be the man that tells the Senior Manager his wife’s a slut.” Someone replied.

“Think this would work as leverage for a raise?” Another laughed.

They continued filming and watching, mulling over what they would do with this information. And what they thought Mrs. Baxter and her girlfriends would be willing to do to keep these videos a secret.

“I’ll bet she gives great head.”

“Fuck that mouth, I wanna feel how tight that bushy pussy is. Look at it! Bet it’s like a fucking vacuum.”

“Think she could take us both? I mean at both ends. I ain’t rubbing my cock on yours.”

They laughed, continuing to consider what, if anything they might be able to do with this new information.

…

Natalie wasn’t sure how long she danced. It may have only been ten minutes. Maybe more. But she was exhausted. Sweaty. Horny. By the time she and the girls got down from the bar they were dizzy and had somehow made a couple hundred dollars in tips… the bills put into places that Natalie didn’t really wanna think about.

Thankful someone was nice enough to have found their bikinis and handed them back when they were safely on the solid sand. After a quick compliment and a feel of her ass and tits, Natalie put her bikini back on and stumbled away from the bar, wanting desperately to go back to her hotel room and forget just how debaucherous she’d just been.

Chrissy and Jenny were laughing and swaying as they walked along the beach towards their hotel. Nothing about what had just happened seemed to phase them. In fact, it seemed to just make them all the more excited and free.

Natalie felt a new headache coming on. This trip was turning into something she never expected.

“Mrs. Baxter?”

The sound of her name made Natalie turn like a flash. Who in the world could possibly know her name around here?

When she laid eyes on the group of six men standing a few feet away, dressed in board shorts and unbuttoned Hawaiian shirts, Natalie’s stomach sank. She recognized them. All of them. They were junior members on her husband’s team. One of them was holding up a phone with a video playing. It was of her… dancing… naked… spreading herself open and showing everyone what she’d pledged to her husband on their wedding day.

“Oh…fuck…” Natalie muttered.

“Hey! Don’t worry Mrs. Baxter. We aren’t gonna snitch on you. That was a great show you put on. We were just hoping…” The guys glanced at each other, smiles widening making Natalie nervous. “We were just hoping for a private show. Think you’d be up for that? I mean… if it meant we just… forgot about these videos once we were back at the office?”

Chrissy was giggling and Jenny was rolling her eyes as if this man blackmailing her… them, was no big deal. Jenny leaned in and whispered to Natalie. “I hope your pussy has recovered from last night… I think it’s going to get another workout.”

Natalie’s cheeks turned crimson. She bit her lip. Tried to remember again if she’d taken her birth control pill that morning when she got back to the hotel, and then sighed. “Come on then…” She waved at the men. “Our hotel is this way.”