We went on vacation with my wife to Punta Cana. A spectacular place. We stayed at a five-star hotel from one of the world's most important chains. It is surrounded by palm trees and all types of tropical vegetation, wide beaches, warm water, and permanent sun. It's a paradise composed of 200 bungalows distributed in groups of four and separated by beautiful gardens. There were wild animals, such as peacocks and other species roaming around. Really, a dream place. Most of the occupants were Europeans and there were a few Argentines like us.
The heat, beach, atmosphere, kept us more than excited and we made love every time we had the opportunity. It could be in the morning before breakfast, during siesta, after returning from the beach or at night.
We didn't have schedules or think about paying bills. In one word, we didn't have the usual stress of our days in Buenos Aires.
My wife was taking gym classes by the pool while I strolled around, dazzled by the natural beauties of the place and especially by those of the women who, almost all wearing topless and tiny bikinis, were running around. If not, I would put on some reading while taking sun in a recliner.
One day while making love, she told me that the gym instructor was a young boy who attended her with particular deference and always looked at her suggestively, as if he wanted to do something more with her.
She had noticed that during the night shows (in which I also participated along with the hotel's animation group) he always searched for her with his eyes.
My mice started working overtime because maybe there was a possibility of throwing a party for Fina, in which some special guests could participate.
That night, like the previous ones, after dinner we went to take some drinks and enjoy the show and dance. We took a few cold beers and two rum cups (the Vitamin 'R' of the Dominicans that started to put us in a good mood. The atmosphere that day was special. As most of the attending groups were about to finish their stay, the show was more relaxed than usual and there was a certain sensuality floating in the air. The women looked spectacular, like all sexy goddesses, and the men were all mesmerized and quite erect. A very special climate had formed that night. She was more beautiful than ever. She was wearing a black thong that hugged her body and accentuated all her curves. It was very tight and short, like a mini skirt. She was dazzling and I could see many men looking at her with desire. She was wearing sandals with high heels that made her legs look bronzed. She had a sensual, sinful, and sexy air about her. I felt like I loved her with all my might and it turned me on to see her move her round booty and generous hips when she danced merengue. Her breasts, without a bra, were shaking wildly to the rhythm of the music and her short dress, unable to contain the movement of her legs, was rolling up her thighs scandalously. Seeing her like that made my cock hard. We stopped for a break and ordered champagne, as exquisite as it was mortal. She drank quickly and her eyes sparkled. She was a little happy and very hot. I was about to say something when the young gymnast, whom I had been observing while we danced and who hadn't taken his eyes off me even when I looked at him, came over to our table and asked permission to invite her to dance. I have to admit they made a good couple. Tall, dark skin, wearing white clothes, lively eyes, and a wide smile on a big mouth. I realized my wife was happy to see him and felt flattered by the invitation. Looking at me for approval, she got up and went out to dance with the young man. They danced four songs in a row and I noticed how the young man's pants were drawing a 'U' shape. long piece of meat beneath the fabric, producing a soft erection in response to looking at my wife's cleavage and having her taken by the waist. He should be around 25 years old.
While the boy was calling the waiter for more champagne, I whispered in his ear if he wouldn't like to eat that sweetie. He looked at me with a complicit smile and a wave of blush illuminated his beautiful face. With a flash of luxury, he answered something that blew my head: I don't know if I'll be able to handle both. It was all said.
I suggested he go paint his lips and when I was left alone with José, the boy's name, I asked him if he wouldn't like to join us at our bungalow for some drinks. He accepted immediately with a smile that illuminated his dark face.
When she returned, winking at him, I informed him that I had invited José to our bungalow. The boy went off for a moment, heading towards the kitchen where he provided another bottle of champagne and one of rum. He caught up to us quickly as we were walking through the hotel gardens. She, who was standing between both of us, linked our waists with her arms and looking at me with a mix of luxury, joy, and gratitude, gave me a deep tongue kiss that I responded by lowering my hand to reach her ass that was overflowing from her small thong.
As I touched her buttocks, she suspended her kiss and turning her head looked at the young man and gave him a kiss that left him hard and his cock as well, which could be clearly seen under his pants. It can't be said that with this, the ice was broken, since we all knew clearly where we were heading to our bungalow.
We made a toast while waiting for my wife to come out of the bathroom. When she did, the boy couldn't believe what he was seeing and I... neither. My wife seemed like a sexy goddess: high-heeled sandals with fine toes, a dental floss lace thong, a bodice with a half-moon lace and molding ring that lifted her breasts like two toasted globes by the sun, with erect and hard nipples.
She had her lips and eyes intensely painted, giving her an air of slut that would have made a dead man stop.
Everything was ready for the party and she, defiantly, asked us what we were waiting for while taking another glass of champagne (and already...).
We took off our clothes in a fraction of a second. Then, with an air of heat and a look of fire, my wife came up to me and started kissing me.
José, expectant, was caressing his penis which was taking shape and consistency.
After some moments she detached herself from my arms and directed herself at him, repeating the maneuver, only this time she lowered her hand to feel the piece of young man that was hard as a rock.
She petted it, fondled it, squeezed it, rubbed it against his stomach and without stopping kissing him, put her tongue all the way up to the bell.
José was putting his hand on every part of my wife's body like he wanted to grab everything at once but couldn't. His cock began to secrete seminal liquid and turned red and shiny.
My wife was squeezing him with fury and suddenly separated from him, looking at him lustfully in the eyes.
The young man squeezed her breasts and started sucking them, passing from one to the other.
Suddenly she pushed him away, making him fall onto the bed, positioned him on the edge and in an act of submission and desire knelt between his legs, took his cock with both hands and sucked it.
José was sighing, groaning, screaming and pulling her hair to prevent her from...but failed. The blowjob was very intense and a few moments later the young man ejaculated into my wife's mouth, which swallowed everything without wasting anything. She gargled, licked her lips and continued sucking until the young man almost fainted. She's a specialist in the matter.
That was the first fuck, but I wanted more...and got it.
I found it funny that with the argument of being very predisposed to everything that came along she took two more glasses of ... Champagne and she would say it didn't affect her, when in reality she was drunk and it showed in the loose and perverse way she was seen caressing her tits, rubbing her nipples, running her fingers over the juices of her pussy, already moist, introducing them into our mouths until we were driven mad.
She danced in the middle of both of us with a cup in her hand, to the rhythm of the music emitted by an audio channel from the bungalow.
After a while, we sat on the couch. She was between the two of us and with such heat that she began to manipulate the two members, kissing us, then leaned down to suck them, jumping from one to the other.
Our hands caressed her beautiful tits, her pussy soaked in juices and her magnificent ass.
Suddenly, she got up, went to the bed, settled on all fours with her ass up, resting her head on the mattress and opening her cheeks with both hands in the most eloquent provocation for us to take her like a slut.
José jumped and went straight to suck her pussy and ass. He buried his face between the buttocks and sucked desperately, going up and down, introducing his tongue between the folds and waiting to drive her mad.
My wife screamed, trembled, moaned, sighed, and stopped not at all. I had never seen her like that before and it surprised me.
She grabbed my cock with her lips as if it were a vacuum cleaner and began to suck with a force and delight she had never done before with me, even though we often practiced this.
I had to make an effort not to cum quickly, since the situation was driving me crazy.
She suddenly let go of me and asked José to take her. He then removed his face from the asshole's hole, approached, and pointed his hard cock at the folds of her pussy.
This lasted about ten minutes until she stopped and started pressing with the lubricated and shiny tip of her cock into the dilating ass. A flower. Her good cock opened up its way until it got lost in the precious hole of my ardent and adored little woman, and I felt jealous, I must confess.
It started moving and she was cumming tirelessly, emitting sounds, moving and twisting like never before.
What a dirty thing I was witnessing! A stranger was fucking my wife's ass in front of me and I was watching it as if nothing, actually with an erection. We were all very hot and totally drunk.
José finished soon filling the magnificent asshole of Mica with abundant cum that overflowed the hole. This caused me to end up in her mouth despite the strange sensation I felt. She took all my cum and then we collapsed on the bed together, our bodies entwined and exhausted. Afterward, we cleaned ourselves up and before José left, we took another glass of champagne.
It was a special experience and my mice take me back to incite it to maintain relationships with other men in front of me.
The heat, beach, atmosphere, kept us more than excited and we made love every time we had the opportunity. It could be in the morning before breakfast, during siesta, after returning from the beach or at night.
We didn't have schedules or think about paying bills. In one word, we didn't have the usual stress of our days in Buenos Aires.
My wife was taking gym classes by the pool while I strolled around, dazzled by the natural beauties of the place and especially by those of the women who, almost all wearing topless and tiny bikinis, were running around. If not, I would put on some reading while taking sun in a recliner.
One day while making love, she told me that the gym instructor was a young boy who attended her with particular deference and always looked at her suggestively, as if he wanted to do something more with her.
She had noticed that during the night shows (in which I also participated along with the hotel's animation group) he always searched for her with his eyes.
My mice started working overtime because maybe there was a possibility of throwing a party for Fina, in which some special guests could participate.
That night, like the previous ones, after dinner we went to take some drinks and enjoy the show and dance. We took a few cold beers and two rum cups (the Vitamin 'R' of the Dominicans that started to put us in a good mood. The atmosphere that day was special. As most of the attending groups were about to finish their stay, the show was more relaxed than usual and there was a certain sensuality floating in the air. The women looked spectacular, like all sexy goddesses, and the men were all mesmerized and quite erect. A very special climate had formed that night. She was more beautiful than ever. She was wearing a black thong that hugged her body and accentuated all her curves. It was very tight and short, like a mini skirt. She was dazzling and I could see many men looking at her with desire. She was wearing sandals with high heels that made her legs look bronzed. She had a sensual, sinful, and sexy air about her. I felt like I loved her with all my might and it turned me on to see her move her round booty and generous hips when she danced merengue. Her breasts, without a bra, were shaking wildly to the rhythm of the music and her short dress, unable to contain the movement of her legs, was rolling up her thighs scandalously. Seeing her like that made my cock hard. We stopped for a break and ordered champagne, as exquisite as it was mortal. She drank quickly and her eyes sparkled. She was a little happy and very hot. I was about to say something when the young gymnast, whom I had been observing while we danced and who hadn't taken his eyes off me even when I looked at him, came over to our table and asked permission to invite her to dance. I have to admit they made a good couple. Tall, dark skin, wearing white clothes, lively eyes, and a wide smile on a big mouth. I realized my wife was happy to see him and felt flattered by the invitation. Looking at me for approval, she got up and went out to dance with the young man. They danced four songs in a row and I noticed how the young man's pants were drawing a 'U' shape. long piece of meat beneath the fabric, producing a soft erection in response to looking at my wife's cleavage and having her taken by the waist. He should be around 25 years old.
While the boy was calling the waiter for more champagne, I whispered in his ear if he wouldn't like to eat that sweetie. He looked at me with a complicit smile and a wave of blush illuminated his beautiful face. With a flash of luxury, he answered something that blew my head: I don't know if I'll be able to handle both. It was all said.
I suggested he go paint his lips and when I was left alone with José, the boy's name, I asked him if he wouldn't like to join us at our bungalow for some drinks. He accepted immediately with a smile that illuminated his dark face.
When she returned, winking at him, I informed him that I had invited José to our bungalow. The boy went off for a moment, heading towards the kitchen where he provided another bottle of champagne and one of rum. He caught up to us quickly as we were walking through the hotel gardens. She, who was standing between both of us, linked our waists with her arms and looking at me with a mix of luxury, joy, and gratitude, gave me a deep tongue kiss that I responded by lowering my hand to reach her ass that was overflowing from her small thong.
As I touched her buttocks, she suspended her kiss and turning her head looked at the young man and gave him a kiss that left him hard and his cock as well, which could be clearly seen under his pants. It can't be said that with this, the ice was broken, since we all knew clearly where we were heading to our bungalow.
We made a toast while waiting for my wife to come out of the bathroom. When she did, the boy couldn't believe what he was seeing and I... neither. My wife seemed like a sexy goddess: high-heeled sandals with fine toes, a dental floss lace thong, a bodice with a half-moon lace and molding ring that lifted her breasts like two toasted globes by the sun, with erect and hard nipples.
She had her lips and eyes intensely painted, giving her an air of slut that would have made a dead man stop.
Everything was ready for the party and she, defiantly, asked us what we were waiting for while taking another glass of champagne (and already...).
We took off our clothes in a fraction of a second. Then, with an air of heat and a look of fire, my wife came up to me and started kissing me.
José, expectant, was caressing his penis which was taking shape and consistency.
After some moments she detached herself from my arms and directed herself at him, repeating the maneuver, only this time she lowered her hand to feel the piece of young man that was hard as a rock.
She petted it, fondled it, squeezed it, rubbed it against his stomach and without stopping kissing him, put her tongue all the way up to the bell.
José was putting his hand on every part of my wife's body like he wanted to grab everything at once but couldn't. His cock began to secrete seminal liquid and turned red and shiny.
My wife was squeezing him with fury and suddenly separated from him, looking at him lustfully in the eyes.
The young man squeezed her breasts and started sucking them, passing from one to the other.
Suddenly she pushed him away, making him fall onto the bed, positioned him on the edge and in an act of submission and desire knelt between his legs, took his cock with both hands and sucked it.
José was sighing, groaning, screaming and pulling her hair to prevent her from...but failed. The blowjob was very intense and a few moments later the young man ejaculated into my wife's mouth, which swallowed everything without wasting anything. She gargled, licked her lips and continued sucking until the young man almost fainted. She's a specialist in the matter.
That was the first fuck, but I wanted more...and got it.
I found it funny that with the argument of being very predisposed to everything that came along she took two more glasses of ... Champagne and she would say it didn't affect her, when in reality she was drunk and it showed in the loose and perverse way she was seen caressing her tits, rubbing her nipples, running her fingers over the juices of her pussy, already moist, introducing them into our mouths until we were driven mad.
She danced in the middle of both of us with a cup in her hand, to the rhythm of the music emitted by an audio channel from the bungalow.
After a while, we sat on the couch. She was between the two of us and with such heat that she began to manipulate the two members, kissing us, then leaned down to suck them, jumping from one to the other.
Our hands caressed her beautiful tits, her pussy soaked in juices and her magnificent ass.
Suddenly, she got up, went to the bed, settled on all fours with her ass up, resting her head on the mattress and opening her cheeks with both hands in the most eloquent provocation for us to take her like a slut.
José jumped and went straight to suck her pussy and ass. He buried his face between the buttocks and sucked desperately, going up and down, introducing his tongue between the folds and waiting to drive her mad.
My wife screamed, trembled, moaned, sighed, and stopped not at all. I had never seen her like that before and it surprised me.
She grabbed my cock with her lips as if it were a vacuum cleaner and began to suck with a force and delight she had never done before with me, even though we often practiced this.
I had to make an effort not to cum quickly, since the situation was driving me crazy.
She suddenly let go of me and asked José to take her. He then removed his face from the asshole's hole, approached, and pointed his hard cock at the folds of her pussy.
This lasted about ten minutes until she stopped and started pressing with the lubricated and shiny tip of her cock into the dilating ass. A flower. Her good cock opened up its way until it got lost in the precious hole of my ardent and adored little woman, and I felt jealous, I must confess.
It started moving and she was cumming tirelessly, emitting sounds, moving and twisting like never before.
What a dirty thing I was witnessing! A stranger was fucking my wife's ass in front of me and I was watching it as if nothing, actually with an erection. We were all very hot and totally drunk.
José finished soon filling the magnificent asshole of Mica with abundant cum that overflowed the hole. This caused me to end up in her mouth despite the strange sensation I felt. She took all my cum and then we collapsed on the bed together, our bodies entwined and exhausted. Afterward, we cleaned ourselves up and before José left, we took another glass of champagne.
It was a special experience and my mice take me back to incite it to maintain relationships with other men in front of me.
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