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Who Knew There Would Be No Turning Back

It all began with at trip the islands, to a resort that creates an atmosphere where single or married, one is given many opportunities to define self around sexuality, communications skills and good boundaries.

Married and managing several businesses, my husband and I found that the all inclusive resorts are the way to go for us when we just want to get away and relax.

You might ask how or why did we booked a trip at a resort of this sort?

My husband and I where looking for an all inclusive resort with a nude beach that was affordable. At the time the airlines offered a free companion ticket so it was a no brainer.

When I shared with a few close girl friends where we were going. They ask me, ?Do you know where you are going? Do you know what goes on there??.

I replied sort of and it really doesn't matter. We going because my husband wants a nude beach and it?s affordable.

What I didn?t know was that we would be entering into a whole new phase of our relationship. That we would have the opportunity to explore our individual sexual desires freely not just as a couple in various new locations but with the option of others joining us.

We met a number of amazing people finding that when you are naked on the beach for the most part you are just who you are or for some who they really want to be. Everyone having one thing in common for the most part and that was to have a good time.

Sexual interactions could be viewed or joined at any given time day or night and in most any location. This provided plenty of conversations for my husband and I to discuss what we would or would not be comfortable with either in our own sexual play or the idea of others joining us.

I will be honest, I was not real sure what I thought of the whole thing.

My husband on other hand, as many men seem to be, was quite comfortable with his body and secure in himself. He had just gone through cancer and was seeing life a bit differently. He felt that everyone needs to enjoy every moment.

He said, it would not take away from him if I wanted to be with another man.

He actually liked the idea of seeing another man enjoying me at any and all levels as long as I was into it and we were safe.

Well, it seems that once you open up to that possibility there is an energy shift and that others can pick it up like radar honing in on the next catch.

Every time my husband would get up to go for food or to the bar a single man would ask if he could join me. My husband would come back and just smile when he saw me talking to another male.

So as I might say the Universe was providing opportunities for sure.

One other detail of the all inclusive resorts, if you have not has the pleasure of staying at one, is the unending glass of wine and or champagne at lunch and dinner.

A few nights into our stay we made a reservation at the Italian restaurant on campus with some other guests. I slipped on a simple lavender dress with spaghetti straps from Victoria Secret that hugged my body just enough to cup my breasts showing I was not wearing a bra and a pair of black fuck me pumps.

My husband carried me up the incline to dinner that night as the heels are a bit high, just the way he likes them. Since I am only 5?1? and he is 6? it really helps out at times if you know what I mean.

Oh and on a side note he was not just caring me because of the heels. He was carrying me because he had just got done fucking me good, finishing me off as I straddled him, multiple orgasms bringing me to complete and utter bliss, literally leaving me weak in the knees.

It was all could do to get showered and slip on my dress so we could meet some of our new friends from a day on the beach for a lovely dinner.

If I recall correctly my husband had to put my heels on me that night. I remember laying across the kings size bed spreading my legs to be sure to give him full view of my pussy, swollen and glistening with the juices of our earlier encounter.

We found ourselves with a permeant smile all through dinner. A delightful evening, we talked, laughed, and I enjoying the never ending glass of champagne. Before I knew what hit me, I had dropped most of my insecurities if you will as we all discussed the crazy sexual encounters that went on at the pool bar, on the beach, and in the hot tub.

Little by little or perhaps better said one glass of champagne at a time. I found my dress to be sliding up my leg so I could show off my clean shaven pussy with just a bit of a landing strip for my husband?s enjoyment.

I remember reaching over for his hand only to find myself bruising up against his man hood. He was definitely sporting wood and it was making me hot. I could feel the juices from the earlier encounter keeping my pussy moist and ready. But now that feeling his hard cock in my hand I found myself dripping to the point of perhaps no panties was not my best idea of the evening questioning, would I leave a pool of sex juices behind when I stood up to leave the restaurant that night.

My nipples began to harden and it was obvious that the other men at the table were enjoying the view as well. This only made my husband?s dick increase in size and become rock hard.

I wanted to take him right there and then in the restaurant. I wanted him to finger fuck me with the juices of our love making combine with my newly released arousal juice.

I wanted to go down on my knees with my ass bare naked to the rest of the men at that table. One a fire fighter, one a paramedic, and another journalist for a tour magazine all possibilities for future encounters by the conversation that night. I wanted to make them hard. To make them want me.

I knew that my husband would love nothing more then to have me give him head while each one of them took their turn from behind.

Believe me I was wet enough to take them all and then finish with my man.

I digressed, so by the time we left the restaurant I was definitely feeling my oats as some might say. My husband had been priming me for days about the possibility of inviting another male on board for a night of sexual fun and it seemed I was primed and ready to go.

Finished with our meal which at this point I honesty do not recall what I had to eat.

We stopped at the bar by the pool for a drink with the group and then all decide to go on to the piano bar for the rest of the evening.

Now this was when I really had no idea that there would be no turning back once I opened up to my primal sexual desires that my husband had been priming all day.

Everyone was having another drink so I ask for a Samubca on ice. In the past Samubca was my go to drink if I wanted to have a bit of fun. I would ask one of our male friends if they would like to have a shot with me all the while giving them a bit of that, would you like a some of me look. Then we would find a spot away from the festivities where I would slowly unbutton my blouse, always sure I was wearing a black lacy bra that unhooked in the front for easy access. I would unhook my bra letting my breast free to feel the night air, this making my nipples stand at attention as if the man waiting with baited breathe were the captain of my platoon. Then I would slowly proceed to dip one nipple at a time into my glass of Sambuca. Run my fingers over my nipple and put my finger in to their mouth. I will say I love the anticipation leading up to my asking if they like a little as they sucked my finger clean and then went down to explore each nipple sucking and licking it clean.

Oh again I digress,

So as I said early Samubca is my friend when I want to be a bit naughty. I took the glass from my husband and as I did so I noticed two incredibly attractive males from Italy at the bar. Later I found out they were brothers.

Just like that one of them look right at me.

It was like someone tapped us both on the shoulder and said check him/her out. We hooked eyes at the moment we knew we were going to get to know one another a bit better.

I looked back at my husband and said to him, ?Watch this.?

He turned to watch me walk over to the oldest of the two males and say hello. From that first smile to hello we manage to made a bit of small talk over the loud music of the piano bar.

I ask him if he would like to join me outside and he took my hand, I made sure to looked over my shoulder to be check that my husband was on board. You guested it. All I could see was this big ass grin and his head nodding yes as he followed us outside. He kept a bit of distance to give me room to see what might come of my time with this beautiful specimen of the male species who was definitely younger which made this even more of a stretch for me.

lit Talking the best we could, you see he spoke very little English and I do not speak Italian. All that said, I was able to make out that he found me beautiful and desired me. Topping that with the champagne from dinner and the Sambuca along with my husbands green light I found an essence of myself, the freedom if you will to lean in for a kiss.

Little did I know that lean in would lead to an amazing unforgettable fuck.

First he took gently stroked my hair, then tracing my lips with his fingers he began to explored the rim of my lips. He held me as if I were a precious piece of art. It was like he was absorbing me with his very being. His tongue reaching in to say hello, to taste me taking full advantage of my willingness. First a little and then more and more until I nearly came right their in my little lavender dress from Victoria Secret.

My love juices beginning to drip from my pussy. I ached to feel him.

He continued to kiss me, working his way down my neck coming to the straps of my dress.

Slowly and methodical he slid his finger over my nipple not yet exposed watching me watch him.

Taking his time, he was in no hurry as if we were alone on the beach or back in our room, when in reality we were just outside the piano bar near the tennis courts. Somewhat secluded and yet very much in plain site for anyone that walked to by to see yet it was like we were completely alone absorbed in a deep sexual lust under the moonlit sky that night.

My husband in the mean time had found himself a great vantage point to take it all in.

I knew he was about to pop earlier seeing how his dick was rock hard at dinner. Just knowing that made me want more. More of this man from Italy who I could barely converse with yet had absolutely no problem communicating with when it came to our desire to get it on.

As he traced my breast under the silk of my dress, my nipples continue to draw upwards towards him as if they were begging to be licked.

Inside my head a voice was screaming, More!

Just then he gently pushed the fabric to the side and let one nipple peak out in full view under the low light of the patio torches.

The fire from the torches seem to flicker with every breath I took. Inhaling his scent. Aching to be taken as I arched my back to press my loins against his. So glad I had on heels to help make up the difference as he was equal in height to my husband.

He continued to enjoy exploring my breast with his hands cupping them with ease as he licked and practically suckled like a wee babe and then just like that, something inside of me couldn?t take it any more.

I wanted to get fucked, by him, an amazing man from an other country who barely could speak my language and who?s name I could no longer recall.

My head was spinning, I was barely able to speak. My breathing took on a level of expectancy, laboring to fill my lungs.

My mind was soaring,taking me to a place where I wanted to be fucked by all the men that joined us for dinner earlier. I wanted this guy who was taking me to another level to fuck me now. Lastly I wanted, no I longed for my husband to fuck me good. To enjoy everyone last drop of my love juices and all that this encounter had opened up within me. I wanted to share that with him, the man I loved.

So with yet another look in my husband?s direction to be sure he was still good with everything.

On a side note I would be letting out a detail if I did not say I was over the top as well as pleasingly surprised to see him giving me the, ?You Go For It Woman? look.

On that cue, I took my Italy stud by the hand, lead him around the corner onto the tennis courts, just out of the view of most people passing by. Backed him up against the fence and proceeded to get out a condom as I began to unzipped his jeans.

His manhood surging to full attention as I gave him freedom, pausing I took a good look at what I ached for, what I wanted to have deep inside my me.

Taking him in my hands, I began to stroke him a bit while my tongue found its way to exploring every inch of his dick with my tongue, from his balls to the tip of his huge erection. I could hear a voice inside my head saying, ?Oh my was this really happening?? Really to have another mans cock, in my mouth, sucking and stroking him while my husband was watching was something very new. It seemed to me somehow very naughty and yet exciting and definitely erotic at the same time.

Then suddenly I realizing if I really wanted to get fucked by this guy I better stop giving him head and get on to the final act before he blew his juices all over me.

As I began to slip the condom on his huge cock I felt him wrap his arms around my waist bringing me up from my knees to his lips, he kissed me. A deep longing kiss, a kiss that said you please me, you are amazing, all the while whispering in my ear words in Italian.

His back pressed against the fence and my body pressed against his. It was like someone opened up the gates of heaven and my willingness, my desire, my lust rushed in taking over all my bodily functions bringing me to this animalistic act.

The next thing I knew was kicking off my heels climbing the tennis court fence to mount his manhood. With little effort his dick was deep inside my pussy and we where fucking like wild fire under the lights of the tennis court. My fingers woven into the chain link fence as if we were one allowing me to rock with the rhythm he created as he took full advantage of my womanhood,

Simultaneously looking into each others eyes with the same gaze that connected us at the bar earlier that evening only a smile was needed, no words were exchanged, just a knowing, that it was exactly what we wanted, we needed, we desired.

Adrenalin continued to run through my veins as I slowly climbed down off the fence, like a wild animal that just took its pray feeling every cell in my body alive and ready to go again. Only this time it would be with the man I loved, the man who had a ring side seat in the corner of the court taking it all in. We continued our sexual encounter with one another into the wee hours of the night and to this day it brings us fond memories and often times leads to an amazing fuck fest!

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Who Knew There Would Be No Turning Back

It all began with at trip the islands, to a resort that creates an atmosphere where single or married, one is given many opportunities to define self around sexuality, communications skills and good boundaries.

Married and managing several businesses, my husband and I found that the all inclusive resorts are the way to go for us when we just want to get away and relax.

You might ask how or why did we booked a trip at a resort of this sort?

My husband and I where looking for an all inclusive resort with a nude beach that was affordable. At the time the airlines offered a free companion ticket so it was a no brainer.

When I shared with a few close girl friends where we were going. They ask me, ?Do you know where you are going? Do you know what goes on there??.

I replied sort of and it really doesn't matter. We going because my husband wants a nude beach and it?s affordable.

What I didn?t know was that we would be entering into a whole new phase of our relationship. That we would have the opportunity to explore our individual sexual desires freely not just as a couple in various new locations but with the option of others joining us.

We met a number of amazing people finding that when you are naked on the beach for the most part you are just who you are or for some who they really want to be. Everyone having one thing in common for the most part and that was to have a good time.

Sexual interactions could be viewed or joined at any given time day or night and in most any location. This provided plenty of conversations for my husband and I to discuss what we would or would not be comfortable with either in our own sexual play or the idea of others joining us.

I will be honest, I was not real sure what I thought of the whole thing.

My husband on other hand, as many men seem to be, was quite comfortable with his body and secure in himself. He had just gone through cancer and was seeing life a bit differently. He felt that everyone needs to enjoy every moment.

He said, it would not take away from him if I wanted to be with another man.

He actually liked the idea of seeing another man enjoying me at any and all levels as long as I was into it and we were safe.

Well, it seems that once you open up to that possibility there is an energy shift and that others can pick it up like radar honing in on the next catch.

Every time my husband would get up to go for food or to the bar a single man would ask if he could join me. My husband would come back and just smile when he saw me talking to another male.

So as I might say the Universe was providing opportunities for sure.

One other detail of the all inclusive resorts, if you have not has the pleasure of staying at one, is the unending glass of wine and or champagne at lunch and dinner.

A few nights into our stay we made a reservation at the Italian restaurant on campus with some other guests. I slipped on a simple lavender dress with spaghetti straps from Victoria Secret that hugged my body just enough to cup my breasts showing I was not wearing a bra and a pair of black fuck me pumps.

My husband carried me up the incline to dinner that night as the heels are a bit high, just the way he likes them. Since I am only 5?1? and he is 6? it really helps out at times if you know what I mean.

Oh and on a side note he was not just caring me because of the heels. He was carrying me because he had just got done fucking me good, finishing me off as I straddled him, multiple orgasms bringing me to complete and utter bliss, literally leaving me weak in the knees.

It was all could do to get showered and slip on my dress so we could meet some of our new friends from a day on the beach for a lovely dinner.

If I recall correctly my husband had to put my heels on me that night. I remember laying across the kings size bed spreading my legs to be sure to give him full view of my pussy, swollen and glistening with the juices of our earlier encounter.

We found ourselves with a permeant smile all through dinner. A delightful evening, we talked, laughed, and I enjoying the never ending glass of champagne. Before I knew what hit me, I had dropped most of my insecurities if you will as we all discussed the crazy sexual encounters that went on at the pool bar, on the beach, and in the hot tub.

Little by little or perhaps better said one glass of champagne at a time. I found my dress to be sliding up my leg so I could show off my clean shaven pussy with just a bit of a landing strip for my husband?s enjoyment.

I remember reaching over for his hand only to find myself bruising up against his man hood. He was definitely sporting wood and it was making me hot. I could feel the juices from the earlier encounter keeping my pussy moist and ready. But now that feeling his hard cock in my hand I found myself dripping to the point of perhaps no panties was not my best idea of the evening questioning, would I leave a pool of sex juices behind when I stood up to leave the restaurant that night.

My nipples began to harden and it was obvious that the other men at the table were enjoying the view as well. This only made my husband?s dick increase in size and become rock hard.

I wanted to take him right there and then in the restaurant. I wanted him to finger fuck me with the juices of our love making combine with my newly released arousal juice.

I wanted to go down on my knees with my ass bare naked to the rest of the men at that table. One a fire fighter, one a paramedic, and another journalist for a tour magazine all possibilities for future encounters by the conversation that night. I wanted to make them hard. To make them want me.

I knew that my husband would love nothing more then to have me give him head while each one of them took their turn from behind.

Believe me I was wet enough to take them all and then finish with my man.

I digressed, so by the time we left the restaurant I was definitely feeling my oats as some might say. My husband had been priming me for days about the possibility of inviting another male on board for a night of sexual fun and it seemed I was primed and ready to go.

Finished with our meal which at this point I honesty do not recall what I had to eat.

We stopped at the bar by the pool for a drink with the group and then all decide to go on to the piano bar for the rest of the evening.

Now this was when I really had no idea that there would be no turning back once I opened up to my primal sexual desires that my husband had been priming all day.

Everyone was having another drink so I ask for a Samubca on ice. In the past Samubca was my go to drink if I wanted to have a bit of fun. I would ask one of our male friends if they would like to have a shot with me all the while giving them a bit of that, would you like a some of me look. Then we would find a spot away from the festivities where I would slowly unbutton my blouse, always sure I was wearing a black lacy bra that unhooked in the front for easy access. I would unhook my bra letting my breast free to feel the night air, this making my nipples stand at attention as if the man waiting with baited breathe were the captain of my platoon. Then I would slowly proceed to dip one nipple at a time into my glass of Sambuca. Run my fingers over my nipple and put my finger in to their mouth. I will say I love the anticipation leading up to my asking if they like a little as they sucked my finger clean and then went down to explore each nipple sucking and licking it clean.

Oh again I digress,

So as I said early Samubca is my friend when I want to be a bit naughty. I took the glass from my husband and as I did so I noticed two incredibly attractive males from Italy at the bar. Later I found out they were brothers.

Just like that one of them look right at me.

It was like someone tapped us both on the shoulder and said check him/her out. We hooked eyes at the moment we knew we were going to get to know one another a bit better.

I looked back at my husband and said to him, ?Watch this.?

He turned to watch me walk over to the oldest of the two males and say hello. From that first smile to hello we manage to made a bit of small talk over the loud music of the piano bar.

I ask him if he would like to join me outside and he took my hand, I made sure to looked over my shoulder to be check that my husband was on board. You guested it. All I could see was this big ass grin and his head nodding yes as he followed us outside. He kept a bit of distance to give me room to see what might come of my time with this beautiful specimen of the male species who was definitely younger which made this even more of a stretch for me.

lit Talking the best we could, you see he spoke very little English and I do not speak Italian. All that said, I was able to make out that he found me beautiful and desired me. Topping that with the champagne from dinner and the Sambuca along with my husbands green light I found an essence of myself, the freedom if you will to lean in for a kiss.

Little did I know that lean in would lead to an amazing unforgettable fuck.

First he took gently stroked my hair, then tracing my lips with his fingers he began to explored the rim of my lips. He held me as if I were a precious piece of art. It was like he was absorbing me with his very being. His tongue reaching in to say hello, to taste me taking full advantage of my willingness. First a little and then more and more until I nearly came right their in my little lavender dress from Victoria Secret.

My love juices beginning to drip from my pussy. I ached to feel him.

He continued to kiss me, working his way down my neck coming to the straps of my dress.

Slowly and methodical he slid his finger over my nipple not yet exposed watching me watch him.

Taking his time, he was in no hurry as if we were alone on the beach or back in our room, when in reality we were just outside the piano bar near the tennis courts. Somewhat secluded and yet very much in plain site for anyone that walked to by to see yet it was like we were completely alone absorbed in a deep sexual lust under the moonlit sky that night.

My husband in the mean time had found himself a great vantage point to take it all in.

I knew he was about to pop earlier seeing how his dick was rock hard at dinner. Just knowing that made me want more. More of this man from Italy who I could barely converse with yet had absolutely no problem communicating with when it came to our desire to get it on.

As he traced my breast under the silk of my dress, my nipples continue to draw upwards towards him as if they were begging to be licked.

Inside my head a voice was screaming, More!

Just then he gently pushed the fabric to the side and let one nipple peak out in full view under the low light of the patio torches.

The fire from the torches seem to flicker with every breath I took. Inhaling his scent. Aching to be taken as I arched my back to press my loins against his. So glad I had on heels to help make up the difference as he was equal in height to my husband.

He continued to enjoy exploring my breast with his hands cupping them with ease as he licked and practically suckled like a wee babe and then just like that, something inside of me couldn?t take it any more.

I wanted to get fucked, by him, an amazing man from an other country who barely could speak my language and who?s name I could no longer recall.

My head was spinning, I was barely able to speak. My breathing took on a level of expectancy, laboring to fill my lungs.

My mind was soaring,taking me to a place where I wanted to be fucked by all the men that joined us for dinner earlier. I wanted this guy who was taking me to another level to fuck me now. Lastly I wanted, no I longed for my husband to fuck me good. To enjoy everyone last drop of my love juices and all that this encounter had opened up within me. I wanted to share that with him, the man I loved.

So with yet another look in my husband?s direction to be sure he was still good with everything.

On a side note I would be letting out a detail if I did not say I was over the top as well as pleasingly surprised to see him giving me the, ?You Go For It Woman? look.

On that cue, I took my Italy stud by the hand, lead him around the corner onto the tennis courts, just out of the view of most people passing by. Backed him up against the fence and proceeded to get out a condom as I began to unzipped his jeans.

His manhood surging to full attention as I gave him freedom, pausing I took a good look at what I ached for, what I wanted to have deep inside my me.

Taking him in my hands, I began to stroke him a bit while my tongue found its way to exploring every inch of his dick with my tongue, from his balls to the tip of his huge erection. I could hear a voice inside my head saying, ?Oh my was this really happening?? Really to have another mans cock, in my mouth, sucking and stroking him while my husband was watching was something very new. It seemed to me somehow very naughty and yet exciting and definitely erotic at the same time.

Then suddenly I realizing if I really wanted to get fucked by this guy I better stop giving him head and get on to the final act before he blew his juices all over me.

As I began to slip the condom on his huge cock I felt him wrap his arms around my waist bringing me up from my knees to his lips, he kissed me. A deep longing kiss, a kiss that said you please me, you are amazing, all the while whispering in my ear words in Italian.

His back pressed against the fence and my body pressed against his. It was like someone opened up the gates of heaven and my willingness, my desire, my lust rushed in taking over all my bodily functions bringing me to this animalistic act.

The next thing I knew was kicking off my heels climbing the tennis court fence to mount his manhood. With little effort his dick was deep inside my pussy and we where fucking like wild fire under the lights of the tennis court. My fingers woven into the chain link fence as if we were one allowing me to rock with the rhythm he created as he took full advantage of my womanhood,

Simultaneously looking into each others eyes with the same gaze that connected us at the bar earlier that evening only a smile was needed, no words were exchanged, just a knowing, that it was exactly what we wanted, we needed, we desired.

Adrenalin continued to run through my veins as I slowly climbed down off the fence, like a wild animal that just took its pray feeling every cell in my body alive and ready to go again. Only this time it would be with the man I loved, the man who had a ring side seat in the corner of the court taking it all in. We continued our sexual encounter with one another into the wee hours of the night and to this day it brings us fond memories and often times leads to an amazing fuck fest!

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