Part 2

 

 

The next morning we were woken by our neighbours in the room next door. A regular knocking on our wall to start with, followed by a woman moaning and crying, and a man grunting. Together we lay there in bed listing. My wife pressed up to my back..

 

“Listen to them!” Whispered my wife excitedly in my ear and poking me in the back with a finger.

 

“I bet the whole block can hear eh!” I replied.

 

My wife laughed. “I wonder if they heard us last night?”

 

Yes. I was wondering too. “These walls are paper thin!” I surmised out loud.

 

She laughed again. “He sounds like a real stud!”

 

The man was grunting louder and hard now, reaching his climax. At least I hoped he was. A very loud deep groan accompanied by a woman's whimpering moan signalled the end. For awhile we lay there until my wife declared we should get up and head for the restaurant for breakfast. She rolled out of bed and headed for the bathroom.

 

 

We showered and dressed. My wife wore a light yellow dress and me in my usual holiday attire of shorts and a T-shirt. Opening our room door we stepped our into the hallway. At the same time our neighbours came out of their room. He was a big six foot six tall well built male Adonis, black haired wearing green cargo shorts and a T-shirt. He smiled a big row of pure white teeth and said, ‘Good morning’. I said good morning back and returned his smile. He stepped aside to let his partner out of the door. She was a good two heads shorter then he, with long straight blonde hair down to the middle of her back. She like him was athletic, with a deep brown tan. She wore a skippy bikini under a see through sarong wrap, tied in a knot above her breasts. She smiled sweetly at us. Then closing their door they turned and head for the stairs at the opposite end of the hallway.

 

Closing our door we followed them a moment later.

 

“He’s got a nice tight butt don't you think!” My wife commented as we watched them in front of us.

 

“What?” I looked at her incredulously. She smiled as much to herself as to me. “Her bikini is a little revealing don’t you think?” She added. Knowing full well where my attention was most likely to be.

 

I looked at the girl and saw through the thin material of the sarong the woman's naked buttocks move to and fro as she walked. The bikini bottoms. More a thong than anything else ran right up between the cheeks of her arse.

 

“Haven’t you got something like that in your wardrobe?” I asked. Knowing very well that she did.

 

“May have!” My wife smiled back at me.

 

“Yeah! But will you wear it in public?” I challenged her.

 

She continued to smile back at me but with a wicked little glint in her eye.

 

 

Breakfast was the standard buffet affair. Basically everything you could possibly have for breakfast including noodles if you wanted, which the resorts Chinese guests seemed to love. Over breakfast we people watched again and discussed what we were going to do today. We saw our room neighbours a few tables away. She gave us a smile and a little wave. Other than that it was uneventful. We decided that today we would go to the beach. We’ll try and find a couple of sun-loungers in the shade of the palm trees dotted along the beach in front of our room. So after a quick stop at our room to change into our beach wear we headed on down to the golden sand.

 

We found some sun-loungers easy enough in the shade and spread our towels out on them. Behind us we could see our resort block and our room balcony. In front of us and lapping gently on the shore was the cool blue Caribbean sea. I slipped my T-Shirt off and lay back on the lounger. My wife seemed a little hesitant and glanced to her left and right.

 

“What’s up?” I asked.

 

“Nothing.” She quickly replied. Then started to remove her T-Shirt. Pealing it off I saw immediately she had chosen to wear her newest and skimpiest, never before worn in public string bikini. Two small triangle shaped pieces of leopard mottled material hardly covered her nipples. She undid her shorts and slipped them off. The bottoms barely covered her shaved private area, a thin string that ran up between the cheeks of her backside when she turned around. I watched her intently as she bent down to put her discarded clothes into our beach bag. The two lilly white globes of her firm arse looked has tantalising as ever. And the thought that everyone around could see them too seemed excited me for some reason. She sat down on her lounger.

 

“What do you think?” She asked, presenting her bikini to me for comment.

 

“You know I love it.” I replied honestly. “I didn’t think you would have the nerve to wear it though.”

 

She smiled. “There you go.” She said smugly, put her sunglasses on and pleased with herself she lay back on the lounger.

 

 

I had dozed off and was awakened by people talking close by. Looking about I saw our room neighbours chatting to the Photographer and his Assistant. The girl and the guys were laughing and the mood was jovial. My wife was beside me and fast asleep on her lounger. At least I thought she was. I watched the four chatting but was not able to hear clearly what their conversation was about. I strained my ears. Only the occasional word came to my ears. Like ‘photo’ and ‘studio’ and ‘cabin’ and ‘shoot’. I closed my eyes and thought about going back to sleep again. Then I heard the words ‘naked’ and ‘nude’. My interest raised I opened my eyes again. The Photographer and his Assistant were waving goodbye to the couple now and had moved off down the beach towards another couple. Our neighbours were in deep debate now. She was nodding and he was agreeing, tentatively.

 

My wife stirred beside me. She rubbed her nose with her hand, scaring off a little bug that had landed there. There were lots of the pesky things about and they seemed to like us tender newbies. She scratched then at her tummy button and then at her crouch, consciously or unconsciously moving aside what little material covered her pussy to scratch. Either way she returned her hand to her side and seemed to go back to sleep again, but hadn’t adjusted her bikini back. Her bald pussy slot was exposed for all to see should they look. I wondered if I should wake her, but something held me back. I liked the look!

 

A chap coming from behind us with a beer in each hand walked by. He didn’t notice. A full five minutes went by before another guy walking up from the waters edge towards the beach bar, passed in front of us. He her noticed. He struggled to draw his eyes away as he passed by and nearly walked straight into the trunk of a palm tree. I was finding this amusing and quite the turn on.

 

The next to pass in front of us was our neighbours who had packed up their towels and where heading back towards the resort. It seemed a little early to be leaving the beach as they had only just arrived after us. As they passed by the guy was talking in low tones into the girls ear obviously distracted by something. I couldn’t hear what was being said even though I tried to listen. The girl spotted my wife's exposed pussy though and as she passed by gave me and embarrassed knowing smile.

 

My wife yawned and opened her eyes. Sitting up she asked if she had missed anything. I shook my head. “No. Not a thing!” I confirmed.

 

“Want to go for a swim?” She asked.

 

“Okay.” I stood up and waited for her.

 

It was when she stood she realised her bikini bottoms were a little out of position. She adjusted quickly though and looked at me.

 

“Oops!” She exclaimed. “I hope nobody saw that.”

 

“So what if they did?” I asked.

 

She gave me a annoyed but equally wicked cheeky look and grinned.

 

“You nearly gave some chap a major heart attack you know.” I informed her.

 

“Yeah! I bet.” She didn’t believe me. “Come on lets swim. Before you get into real trouble.” She added and with that she trotted off down to the waters edge, the two white globes of her ass wobbling from side to side as she went. I obediently followed, as did lots of eyes from the people around us.

 

The sea was warm but refreshing. It was shallow too and we had to wade out about a hundred yards or so before it reached our waists. Small fish swam around us and we also spotted some jelly fish which my wife pointed out we should avoid. We spent about ten minutes in the water. The Jellies were becoming troublesome, they were small but stung you if you touched them, we returned to shore. Back at our loungers I noticed some of the woman sunbathers had gone topless. This hadn’t escaped my wife's attention either.

 

“Do you think I could go topless?” She asked me.

 

I looked about me at the other woman. Some had huge firm breasts with large nipples, others were a bit droopy and there were a few with small ones much like my wife's.

 

“I can’t see there would be a problem. Plenty of others are doing it.” I assured her.

 

Reaching behind her she undid the knot behind her back. Then slipped the garment up and over her head and lay back on the lounger, her white little tits exposed to the sun for the first time. Little beads of sea water ran off her body as she dried now in the sun. Some guys looked over and scrutinised her before diverting their gaze elsewhere when they saw me looking their way. I sat for a minute or so on the side of my lounger looking down at my half naked wife laid out before me. Her pale skin beginning to now get a little red from sun-burn. I thought to say something, but knew if I did she would cover up her sweet little tits and spoil the moment. Instead I looked about me at the others on the beach. There were some very good looking woman about I admitted and grinned inwardly to myself.

 

My attention was drawn for some reason to look back at our resort block behind us and between the palm trees, maybe a flash of some sort had attracted me. I couldn’t be sure. I could see our room. Through the glass balcony rail I could see our little patio table and chairs, the balcony doors were closed to keep the cool air-con in. Everything looked as it should. Then there was another flash. Yes, definitely a flash this time. I was sure it came from out neighbours room. A palm leaf from one of the trees obscured my view though and so I adjusted my seating position to see better. Another flash. This time I was very sure it came from our neighbours room and for a briefest of moments I thought I could see illuminated inside the room a standing tanned naked body. My curiosity now very raised I decided an investigation was needed and a better vantage point might be advantageous.

 

“Would you like a drink?” I asked my wife.

 

Eyes closed and face to the sun. “Yeah! That would be nice. I’ll have a Pinni-Colada please.”

 

I rose and headed to the beach bar, though not by the best route I have to say. The beach bar was away to my left, but I headed straight up the beach towards the resort block through the palm trees. In front of the block were gardens and protecting them from the beach and sea was a rise acting as a dam, on top of which a thick row of shrubs grew forming a sort of elevated hedge-row of sorts. Finding a small path I passing through the shrubs on top of the dam. I was much closer and higher to the block of rooms and able to see into those on the first floor, almost.

 

Another flash from within our neighbours room. This time I was able to see clearly. Our blonde haired neighbour was kneeling on the bed naked facing someone with a camera. She had raised her arms above her head and was holding her hair back. The photographer took another picture. She had glorious tits, tanned and with large dark nipples and was very happily showing herself off. She was being asked to move her head from side to side, changing the way her hair fell. I saw our two intrepid photographers as one positioned the flash in his hand and the other snapped the photographs.

 

The woman lay back on the bed. Now hidden to a great extent from my view. A little frustrating this I thought to myself I wished I were taller. The photographers took some more pictures, obviously between the legs shots. Then I could see her knees raise and she parted her legs. More flashes. I could only imagine at this point what sort of pictures were being taken. Now another figure appeared beside her. Naked and tanned a golden brown. It was her man. Kneeling beside her head I could see his big member hover above her face. She reached up and grabbed it and pulled it to her mouth. The flash gun went wild. She began sucking with earnest on the big cock. I was mesmerised.

 

It was only the shouting of some resort staff looking for people to play volleyball on the beach that caused me to break away from my entertainment. Damn it, I thought to myself. I had better move on and get that cocktail before my wife wonders where I had got to and more embarrassingly get spotted watching the neighbours sex show. She is sure to look up with all that commotion on the beach. A quick glance back and I saw her on all fours with him mounting her from behind and steadily start to pump away. There was more shouting on the beach and I could see my wife looking up to see what all the commotion was about. Damn it, I said to myself again and headed begrudgingly for the beach bar under the cover of the hedgerow.

 

 

Returning to the sun-loungers and my wife with a Pinna-Colada in each hand I chanced a quick glance up at the neighbours balcony. I couldn’t see the flashing of the flash gun any more. The curtains had been drawn and the show was now definitely over for me. Very disappointed I sat down gloomily on my lounger.

 

“What’s up?” Asked my wife merrily.

 

“Oh. Nothing.” I said quickly trying to push the disappointment from my mind as quickly as I could and smiled back at her.

 

“Okay.” She said giving me a sideways glance and looking a little confused. She took a sip of her drink. “Wow! That’s strong!” She exclaimed and gave me a strange look. The one she reserves for me when I do things that surprise her.

 

I sipped my drink. Yes, it was very heavily laced with Rum. I hadn’t asked for it to be that way, I assured her. “Honestly!”

 

“If I have too many of these I be drunk before lunch!” My wife took another sip and smiled back at me. “It’s nice though.” She added happily.

 

Four Pinni-Colada later it was lunch time. Once we ate though we headed back to our room for an afternoon siesta. Passing our neighbours room I couldn’t help but imagine what had transpired behind the door earlier. The picture of the girl being fucked doggy style with a camera snapping away in the back ground, was still very fresh in my mind. I watched as my wife fumbled the key card for our room. The drink had gone to her head, but she eventually with a lot of laughing opened the door and we went in.

 

The room was ice cold compared to outside. Laying back on the bed I closed my eyes and pictured the girl from next door be fucked again in my mind and then fell asleep immediately.

 

 

My wife was pushing me in the shoulder, trying to wake me. I struggled out of my slumber and asked what’s wrong?

 

“Nothings wrong sleepy head. It’s almost seven o’clock and I’m famished. I want some dinner!”

 

“How long have I slept?” I asked groggily.

 

“All afternoon!” She exclaimed. She was dressed and ready to go. “Shall I meet you over at the restaurant?”

 

I thought about it for a moment and agreed it would be a good idea. She grinned and left. I quickly dressed and followed about ten minutes later.

 

Reaching the bar just outside entrance to the restaurant I spotted my wife in deep conversation with our resort Rep. Both stood at the counter, my wife in a yellow floral dress and the Rep in a white blouse which barely contained her breasts, a tight red miniskirt emphasised her gorgeous round ass and some red very high healed shoes which made her calf's taunt and her legs look very long. Both had one of those potent cocktails in each hand and were occasionally sipping at them through a straw. I made my way over to them pushing through the throng of people waiting for the restaurant to open,

 

“Here he is!” Announced my wife as I ambled up. The Rep glanced me over and smiled.

 

“How are you doing?” She asked.

 

“Fine!” My brain wasn’t quite up to speed yet. Maybe a little hung over or that I had just woke up. Had to be one or the other. I’m usually more talkative than this.

 

“How do you like the resort?” She asked.

 

“Oh! It’s lovely. The beach is great, the drinks are delicious, food is good.” I blurted out.

 

The Rep laughed. “He’s a sweet isn’t he?” She turned to my wife. “Now have a think about what I have said and I’ll let the guys know if you still want to go ahead with it later.”

 

“Ahead with what?” I asked.

 

“Nothing. It’s nothing, really it isn’t!” Said my wife quickly. “Just a little surprise for you that I’m working on. Now don’t spoil it.”

 

“I better mingle a bit.” Announced the Rep and gave my wife a cheeky wink.

 

“I may see you later.” She said directly to me and then walked off.

 

“What was all that about?” I asked my wife.

 

“Not saying.” She replied firmly. “What have I just said. Now stop asking.”

 

“Look the restaurant is open. Come on.” She quickly grabbed my hand, happy at the distraction to change the subject before I could enquire further it seemed.

 

 

After dinner we went to the bar got a couple of cocktails and then sat at a candle lit table on the veranda over looking the pool. Our room neighbours turned up. After getting themselves cocktails they came over and asked if they could join us. I felt a little awkward at first and kept having flashbacks to what I had seen going on in their room earlier today. The couple were from New Orleans and had just got married and were on honeymoon. They had been here for almost two weeks now and would be returning home in a day or so. I asked if they had enjoyed themselves here at the resort. The girl smiled broadly and grabbed hold of the man’s hand seeking reassurance.

 

“We have had a wonderful time.” She smiled broadly. “Best vacation ever.”

 

He grinned happily back at us and leaned forward slightly. “Good food, good drinks, good beach, good resort, good service and best of all absolutely great sex!” At which he and the girl best into laughter. “We are on honeymoon after all.” He added.

 

I glanced at my wife who was smiling at them. “We heard!” She said.

 

The couple burst into laughter again. “Oh my god!” Said the girl. “You didn’t hear us this morning did you?” She asked faking her surprise and embarrassment.

 

“Only a little.” I replied.

 

“Really sorry about.” She said pretending to be sheepish.

 

“We didn’t hear much really. Did we?” My wife nudged me in the ribs with her elbow.

 

“Oh!” I quickly sort some quick reply from my cocktailed soaked brain. “I thought it was the air-con playing up.”

 

“Oh!” Replied the girl giggling. “The air-con eh!”

 

We all had to laugh the truth was out.

 

“Who wants another?” The man stood and raised his empty cocktail glass.

 

“Me” Said my wife quickly.

 

“And me!” Said the girl.

 

“Me too.” I added. “I’ll give you a hand.”

 

“No it’s ok honey.” Pitched in my wife. “I need to stretch my legs. I’ll go.” She got up and went off with the man to the bar counter.

 

I was left with the girl.

 

“We was a bit loud then?” She asked referring to again to this morning. “Don’t be shy. Tell!”

 

“Well Umm!” I began.

 

She just smiled sweetly back at me. Her straight white teeth contrasting starkly with her now dark sun brown face. She was a stunner. Her long straight blonde hair flowed elegantly down her back and as she leaned toward me the cleavage of her dress opened and you could see right down between her brown breasts.

 

“We have had sex at least two or three times each day since we have been here. It’s been out of this world.” She confided. “He is a real man you know and got the biggest dick.” She giggled and in a whispered tone of confidentiality she confided. “Not the biggest I have ever seen, but certainly the biggest that I have had.”

 

“Oh. Really.” I was a little taken aback by her openness.

 

She continued to smile back at me obviously very pleased with herself. “No.” She continued. “That honour is for young Patrick over there.” She nodded towards the photographers assistant who was chatting to our Rep and another guy by the entrance to the restaurant. Yes, I thought to myself I bet he is hung like a horse.

 

I could maybe guess the answer to this, but just I had to ask. “How the hell did you see his dick then?”

 

She kept smiling naughtily at me, which made me a little nervous now. She glanced over at the bar where her man and my wife stood waiting to get served.

 

“Well.” She leaned even closer still towards me across the table to me. “We had a little photo shoot done. By Dwayne and Patrick there.”

 

“A photo shoot?” I queried, pretending to be surprised.

 

“Yeah! You know a photo shoot.” She leaned back in her seat now smiling ever so broadly and biting at her lower lip. “We wanted a souvenir with a difference!” She exclaimed.

 

“You mean a.” I hesitated, playing my ‘I know nothing. I just dumb card’. “Nude shoot?” I finally added.

 

“Yeah! It was great.” She bit at her lower lip again. “It got a little raunchy though.”

 

I couldn’t help myself. “Raunchy! In what way?”

 

“Well. We kinda started with just taking pictures of me. Then me and Don together. God, I was so horny. We made out with each other in front of the camera you know! Dwayne and Patrick took loads of photos. Then has we reached the end Dwayne suggested Patrick strip off and join us. So that’s how I know he is a very, very well hung young man.” She smiled looking over at him enviously again. He looked back and waved. “ He didn’t fuck me or anything. Don wouldn’t allow that.” She watched Patrick and seemed to be considering something. “It would have been nice though I have to admit.” She finally said.

 

I pretended to be shocked and swigged back the remains of my cocktail.

 

“So what kind things did you do with him then?” I couldn’t believed I asked that.

 

“Your fascinated aren’t you?” Said the girl joyfully.

 

Yes. I was hooked. My expression spoke more than words.

 

“Well.” The girl bit at her low lip again. “ After a little persuading Don allowed me to hold it in my hands and suck him a little. Just for the pictures you know.”

 

“Wow!” Was all I could find to say.

 

I looked over at Patrick again and for some odd reason the thoughts of him fucking my my wife started to fill my imagination. But what surprise me more was that I wasn’t repulsed by it. In fact it turned me on. My dick was beginning to swell in my trousers. I watched him for a bit. He was a charm and all the woman seemed to want to flirt with him. I wondered if my wife would like a him. She had never told me about if she liked black men or not. The chap Patrick was talking to I would think was far more her taste. He was shorter than Patrick by a head, handsome, sun tanned a light brown, slim, athletic and quite muscular, with fair hair and grey eyes. He was getting the ladies attention as well. The two were talking camera’s, Patrick showed him some features on the back of his DSLR Nikon.

 

“Have you considered your wife having a nude photo shoot done of her?” Asked the girl, interrupting my thoughts. “She is very pretty and has a lovely figure. Dwayne and Patrick are really good. I felt very at ease through the whole thing.”

 

I fought for a moment. My wife was quite shy and reserved mostly. Would she? Sometimes she can be quite unpredictable and naughty.

 

“Maybe.” I eventually replied. “It would have to be up to her ultimately. I would love her to have one and she know that already! But would she when the time actually came?” I wasn’t sure and shrugged my shoulders.

 

“Would you participate?”

 

“Oh. I’m not sure about that.” I replied. “I don’t think I am that photogenic.”

 

“I’m sure Patrick could stand in for you or maybe his mate?” Laughed the girl.

 

“Yes. I’m sure either one could.” I mused. But it got me thinking.

 

How would I feel watching another man screw my wife?

 

Could I sit by and just watch?

 

Don and my wife now returned to the table with our new cocktails.

 

“So who do you think is going to win the next Super-bowl then?” Asked Don sitting down and then added. “As long as it not those pesky Patriots eh!”

 

From that point the conversation for Don and myself turned to football. The woman chatted together bored with that subject immediately. Eventually they rose left us and headed for the bar. Two guys from a table next to us joined in on our debate. Could New Orleans make it this time? Has Drew Brees got another Super bowl in him?

 

 

When our little football focus group broke up I had lost track of time and where my wife was. The bar was emptying and folk were either heading to their rooms to retire for the night whilst others headed off to the nightclub or Casino.

 

“I wonder if she has gone back to our room?” I said to Don.

 

“Lets check the nightclub first.” Suggested the big man. “If I know my lady she shaking her booty.”

 

I nodded agreement and we set off to the nightclub. It was a little walk through tropical gardens away from the main part of the resort. Inside there was lots and lots of noise, flashing lights and gyrating bodies. But no Wives unfortunately. A couple of girls approached us. Both knew Don it seemed and they started to chat and trying to get him on the dance floor.

 

“I’m heading back.” I yelled into Don’s ear. “I bet they have gone back to the rooms.”

 

“Okay.” He yelled back. “If you see Tina tell her I’m here would you.”

 

I nodded and with that I left Don chatting to the two girls, who now had succeeded in pulling him onto the dance floor. I retraced my steps back to the bar, which was now only occupied by only a few drinkers and the barman. A thought occurred to me and I walked over to the barman and asked him if he had seen the either of the two woman. He was a tall lanky black with a deep southern accent.

 

“Yeah. I’d seen um man.” He explained. “Went over to d’Cabin!”

 

“Cabin?” I asked, confused.

 

“Yeah. Cabin.” Drooled the barman a big broad smile on his face. “Follow signs for the Spa. You’ll see it. Big nude Sammy the Mermaid on the door.”

 

I thanked him and spotted a sign to the Spa. I had heard the Cabin mentioned before. Then I recalled it was on the beach when the photographers were chatting to Don and Tina. My heart beat quickened. The Cabin sounded a very sinister now. Once out of the lights of the bar I quickened my pace to a slow jog. Three signs later I had found the Spa and a moment after that The Cabin which seemed to be an annex to it. It was only a door with a painted mermaid embossed on it. I pushed the mermaid with my hand the door swung quietly inward easily. I looked about me and could see nobody around. So I stepped inside quietly closing the door behind me. It was quite dark and it took a little while before my eyes became accustomed to the light. Now I could hear voices ahead of me and a door at the end of a corridor. I crept forward silently, passing a couple of storage cupboards until I reached the door which was slightly ajar. I peeked in.

 

 

It was a photographic studio. Currently there was a black background screen against the far wall in front of which was a large super-size bed with cream silk sheets strewn on it. Three modelling lights suspended from the ceiling on adjustable runners and concertina contraptions to heighten and lower them so they could be moved easily and into any desired position.

 

I heard voices again. Very close now. Probably behind the very door I was peering through. I froze. Should I turn and run? Then I recognised my wife’s voice and Dwayne’s. Dwayne walked into view holding a camera. A moment later my wife stepped forward wearing only a silk bathrobe it seemed. He directed her to get onto the bed which she obediently did. He fitted a soft-box on one of the modelling lamps and a defuser on another. Then moved them into positions around the bed. He then called to Patrick to kill the main lights and switch on the modelling lamps. The room went suddenly dark for a moment and then bright again as only the studio lights now lit up the sense. Dwayne done some more minor moving of his lamps again and took a couple of test shots.

 

“Yeah man.” He called to Patrick. “That’s cool. I may need you to move that diffuser though.”

 

Patrick stepped into view. Silhouetted in the bright light modelling lights. He moved the light a little and Dwayne announced he was now truly satisfied. Now he turned his attention to my wife. He had her sit up onto her knees and he hovered around the bed taking some test shots of her. My thoughts of running evaporated. I was deeply intrigued now. What my cheeky little wife up to?

 

“Now just let that sleeve of your robe drop off your shoulder would you.” He asked.

 

My wife pulled at the sleeve and bared her right shoulder. The camera snapped again and the flash units went off again.

 

“Okay. Now the other.” Directed Dwayne.

 

My wife obeyed. A few more shots.

 

“Okay. Lets see those lovely little tits eh!.”

 

My wife opened the front of the robe. Her small petite breasts popped out, the nipples were poking out and looked hard.

 

“That’s perfect.” Declared Dwayne and the camera whined and the flash units went off. He moved around the bed like some dark spectre getting different angles.

 

“Have her remove her glasses Dwayne.” Another voice spoke out. A voice I didn’t recognise. It was very English.

 

“Could you take your glasses off for a moment, sweety” Dwayne asked.

 

More flashes.

 

“Okay. If you can stand up on your knees now.”

 

My wife compiled. Another figure came into view and moved the modelling lights for Dwayne. Not Patrick though.

 

“Ah, that’s really good!” Exclaimed Dwayne. The lighting enhanced and focused on my wifes face and breasts. “You’ll be putting Patrick out of a job.” He laughed.

 

“I doubt it Dwayne. Lets face it he is the best assistant you have ever had.” Said the man.

 

Both men laughed and Dwayne shot of a few frames.

 

“He certainly brings the business in.” Agreed Dwayne. “Oh and thanks I’m so pleased you introduced me to him.” He added.

 

“No bother. I’m sure you would do the same for me.” Replied the Englishman.

 

“Hay I did!” Exclaimed Dwayne.

 

“Yeah, Yeah. But Anne doesn’t count. She was kinda of weird wasn’t she?”

 

“Weird! Weird!” Repeated Dwayne. “She brought in plenty of young ladies for you to snap eh!” He reminded him.

 

“Yeah, I suppose so.” Agreed the Englishman. “Trouble is they were all Goths and into bondage, SME, the occult and all manners of odd and wild shit.”

 

“And what’s wrong with that?” Snapped back Dwayne jokingly.

 

“My studio looked like some bloody dungeon from ‘Doc Moreau’s House of Pain’. Imagine what my clients thought when they came in for there family album photos. It really didn’t give out the impression I wanted old boy.”

 

Dwayne roared out laughing. Then composed himself. “Yeah. She was a little strange.” He slapped the Englishman on the back, couldn’t contain himself and started to roar with laugher again.

 

It took a minute for Dwayne to compose himself again. “Hay! Let me make it up to you.” He suggested.

 

“How?” Replied the Englishman flatly.

 

“Here take over the shoot. You can also show me how this fancy ‘mirror-less’ Olympus camera of yours can do! I can also go help young Patrick out with the other lady in the Spa.”

 

Other lady I thought to myself. Tina came immediately to mind for some reason. The Englishman paused for a moment. Then directed his next words to my wife. “Would you be okay me taking over your shoot?” He asked politely.

 

“He is very good, very good.” Dwayne intervened. “Much better than me. He has taken pictures of the best Playboy and Penthouse models in the past and is well published all over the world. We went to school together and I’ve known him all my life. You can be in no better hands.” He assured her.

 

My wife consider it for a bit then agreed.

 

“By the way.” She asked Dwayne. “You wont forget about the Finale we spoke about?”

 

“Ohhhhh. Of course not. Of course not.” He smiled ever so broadly. Showing off his row of perfect white teeth. “We’ll make it extra special for you.” He winked at her, turned and headed out of the room. “She is a little shy! Treat her nice eh!” Dwayne called over his shoulder

 

The Englishman took over the shoot.

 

“Dwayne. Never changes.” He spoke to my wife. “Are you sure you are ok with this?”

 

My wife nodded, nervously.

 

“Okay. I’m Brian by the way.” He smiled reassuringly at her.

 

“Now lets drop that robe further down your back. Yes, that’s good.”

 

The lights flashed. Once, twice. “Right let the robe fall right down.” He directed.

 

The silk garment slipped off my wife's arms and onto the back of her legs. She now knelt there totally naked arms at her side.

 

“Turn your head to your left and look over that way. That’s good. Now to the right.”

 

The flash guns fired almost none stop.

 

“Look up could you.”

 

She titled her head back. A volley of flashes followed.

 

“Could you close your eyes for me.”

 

Another volley of flashes.

 

“Raise your arms above your head.”

 

“That’s it show the tits off they are gorgeous.”

 

He moved around the bed on his knees finding new angles. He took close ups too. Particularly concentrating on my wife's shave pussy.

 

“Could you part you legs a little please” He asked. “That’s lovely. Lean back. Arch your back honey. Beautiful.”

 

I was getting spots before the eyes with all the flashes.

 

“Okay. Lets have you lay down on the bed. Yes. On your side first looking at me. That’s good, that’s very good.”

 

My wife lay on her left side and rested her head on her left hand.

 

“Excellent.” Agreed the Englishman. My wife giggled nervously. “You are doing great. Hubby is going to love these I can guarantee it.”

 

“I hope so!” said my wife.

 

The shoot continued and the Englishman had my wife standing, sitting and laying down, legs apart and ass in the air. I slunk back in my hidey-hole. I had a huge boner that I just had to release in my trousers. Undoing my fly I let my member loose and stroked myself gently. I continued to watch. My wife had got very comfortable now with the photographer and a friendly banter between the two now existed. She was no longer shy. In fact she was getting a bit daring.

 

“Do you really like my shaved pussy?” She asked.

 

“It’s heavenly.” Agreed the Englishman.

 

“My husband thinks it my best attribute.”

 

“Then I would have to agree with him.”

 

My wife was sitting on the bed leaning back on her arms and her legs apart. The photographer was photographing her pussy close up. She reached down with one hand now and with her fingers opened her crack up. I could see her little love hole. Her small delicate labia and the red nub of her clit, which looked hard and erect.

 

The Englishman moved awkwardly at her feet. “Jesus. I have one hell of and erection.” He announced.

 

My wife giggled. “Why don’t you get it out?” She asked naughtily.

 

The Englishman look up into her face. “Really?”

 

She smiled back. “Why don’t you get out of them cloths and come and join me.” She suggested.

 

At that moment though the approach of voices alerted them to the return of Dwayne and others from the Spa. Dam it I said to myself, just when things were getting really interesting. My wife gathered up the silk robe and covered herself up by clutching it to her breast. Dwayne entered the studio followed by Patrick with a towel around his waist and then Tina in a silk bathrobe like the one my wife had.

 

“How is it going?” Asked Dwayne cheerfully.

 

“It’s going fabulous. She a good model.” Said the Englishman complementing my wife.

 

“Have you got enough pictures so we can start the Finale?” Queried Dwayne raising his eyebrows mischievously.

 

“Oh! I think so.” Replied the Englishman.

 

“Great!” Exclaimed Dwayne. “You two girlies still want to do this?” He asked turning first to my wife then Tina a huge teeth filled smile on his face.

 

“I’m good.” Replied Tina very enthusiastically.

 

“I’m good too.” Said my wife, though a little nervously.

 

“Are you okay too?” Dwayne asked the Englishman.

 

“I’m usually on the other side of the camera you know.” He replied.

 

“Yes, yes. I know, but a man of your physical disposition should be able to handle it eh!”

 

“It’s no problem Dwayne.” Agreed the Englishman.

 

“Right then.” Dwayne clapped his hands together. “Tina baby. Hop up on the bed there would you beside your friend. Patrick, get rid of that towel and join them would you. Stand behind them right.”

 

Patrick dropped his towel and followed Tina. He was a huge twelve inches of man. The beast swung from side to side as he walked.

 

“You.” He turned to the Englishman again. “ Get undressed.”

 

Dwayne then directed his attention to those on the bed now. He took a few test shots. Satisfied he then ordered the women to remove their robes. They sat side by side on the bed with Patrick behind and between them. His huge member dangling serpent like close to their heads.

 

“Lovely.” Dwayne acknowledged.

 

The camera shutter clicked and the flashes went off. A few more shots and Dwayne directed the woman to stand beside Patrick. He towered above them. My wife looked like a small child beside him.

 

“Okay. Now I’m not going to direct any more.” Announced Dwayne. “Ladies just go with the flow and get dirty eh!”

 

Tina smiled over to my wife who looked extremely nervous and apprehensive now. “ Ease up and relax.” She advised. “Take a grip of this.” She reached for Patrick and grabbed his big cock. “You may never get another chance eh!”

 

My wife tentatively reached forward and closed her hand around the shaft. “His quite soft!” she commented.

 

“We can change that!” Exclaimed Tina, dropping to her knees and pulling the head of Patrick's cock to her mouth. Her lips clamped around the head of his penis and she began to suck noisily at it. The effect on Patrick was instantaneous and he throw his head back and sighed contentedly.

 

“He’s getting hard!” Said my wife excitedly, her hand still around the base of his black shaft.

 

“Come and help me.” Encouraged Tina.

 

My wife hesitated for a moment. The camera was clicking and the flash guns were going off almost constantly now. Dwayne was darting around the bed in a frantic race to catch everything. My wife dropped to her knees and eyed Patrick’s manhood cautiously. Tina offered her a chance to have a suck. I watched mesmerised as she put her lips around his cock head and took it into her mouth. Tina now started to lick at his balls. They were big, really big and hung in a dark black shaved scrotum.

 

“Let me lay down ladies.” Said Patrick.

 

They made way for him and once on his back and between them they returned to sucking his dick again. Both girls now on there knees with asses in the air was an invitation for Dwayne he jumped at with relish and took no time in getting some very close up shots of there anuses. Patrick had reach a hand between each woman's legs too and was now fingering them both at the same time. I had a magnificent view of his dark fingers slid in and out of my wife's slot. She was so wet and her juices glistened as they flowed from her and over his up turned hand.

 

My dick ached and was rock hard and ready to blow. I stopped rubbing and let it hang unmolested for a second and tried desperately to control my breathing and not make any noise. I forced my climax back now with a major feat of will. My dick throbbed, yearning to unload, I didn’t know how much longer I could hold out.

 

“Now let me see that wonderful ass a little bit closer shall we!” The Englishman now naked, walked up to the side of the bed next to my wife. His big cock swaying menacingly in front of him. He touched my wife's right butt cheek and gently caressed it with his hand. She glanced around and gave him a go ahead smile before returning to help Tina suck at Patrick’s dick. He knelt down beside the bed and looked hungrily at my wife's up turned ass in front of him. He now caressed her other buttock with his other hand. Gently pulling her cheeks apart, he eyed the little brown star of her anus and her wet crack, which opened ever so slightly and invitingly. Patrick had removed his hand and was now squeezing her tits and tickling her nipples. After a moment studying her goods and satisfied with what he saw the Englishman moved in. Leaning forward and turning his head to one side, he ran his tongue down the length of her pussy. He toyed with her delicate labia, flicking the soft flesh with his serpent like tongue and stopping only once he reached her clit, which he immediately sucked hard at.

 

The effect on my wife was instantaneous and she cried out pleasurably. She reach around with one hand and helped pull her buttocks open more so he could access her more easily. I couldn’t believe my wife could be so with another man. The was always so reserved and shy. He pushed two fingers into her slit and began to finger fuck her. She moan huskily and let out a little choked cry as he licked her anus and probing her with his tongue.

 

Patrick and Tina now moved off to the other side of the very large bed. He was still on his back but Tina had now straddled him and they were locked in the sixty-nine position pleasuring each other. She was trying to take as much of his manhood into her mouth as she could, but inevitably only manage a third of his length. His cock glistened with saliva, dark veins, black and hard. Her long blonde hair was tussled and a mess and strands trailed over the couples bodies. He greedily gored at her pussy, licking, sucking and probing her with his tongue. He clasped her small ass in his big black hands and held her firmly to his face, though she often wriggled as if to break free he was to strong. She shuddered with mini orgasms, time and time again.

 

The Englishman now turned my wife over so she was on her back. Opening her legs she invited him to lick her again. He dived in with much enthusiasm. “I just love your shaved cunt.” I heard him say to her before resuming his long licks and sucks. His hands wandered up my wife's body. Caressing and exploring her. His hand travelled up to her trim waist. Up and over her soft lower belly to eventually cup each of her small tits. His fingers now play with her very erect nipples, my wife grabbed both his hands holding them there. Her eyes were closed and she was very obviously enjoying very much the man attention down below.

 

Dwayne was having the time of his life. Often unable to decide which couple to photograph. He just took shot after shot, blindly just pointing the camera in the general direction to where the action was as quickly as he could and pressing the shutter release button. The heat in the room too had increased significantly and everyone was expiring profusely. The modelling lights were getting very, very hot. He ran out of battery on his camera and grabbed the Englishman’s one. It was much smaller and lighter than his own. He immediately liked it. The fast auto-focus and fuzzy logic which picked out features like a face and the eyes and concentrated the focus on these areas.

 

Patrick had now tossed Tina onto her back and looked down at her from a kneeling position at her feet. His big monster cock hovered and pointed menacingly at her. She brushed strands of her blonde hair back behind her and off her face. For a moment they just looked at one another uncertain about what to do next. I remembered she told me. Don had not let Patrick fuck her in their photo shoot earlier today. She bit at her lower lip a naughty glint in her eyes. Raising a hand with her index finger she beckoned Patrick towards her. He grabbed an ankle in each and pulled her legs far apart and then shuffled up between them. He was going to fuck her and she was going to let him! What the hell would Don say? What the hell would he do if he found out?

 

Tina took control of the huge ebony cock in her hand now and lined the head up so he just had to push forward. She like my wife was shaved, with not a pubic hair insight. But unlike my wife she was very, very fleshy and coupled with all Patrick’s resent sucking and tongue-ing, her labia were big, red and swollen. She used her fingers now to part her love flaps, revealing her hole. Patrick pushed forward. The flash guns went off very rapidly. Dwayne was not going to miss any of this. The head of Patrick’s penis was large, I marvelled how much Tina’s pussy could stretch open to accommodate it, but it did though. The head now in he began to feed the rest of his length in ever so slowly. Tina winced in pain and pleasure, and gave a little cry of delight as she took almost all him inside her. She grabbed his buttocks.

 

“Come on fuck me you beast!” She cried. “Fuck me like the little whore that I am eh!”

 

Patrick took no further prompting and slowly at first began to push his cock in and out of her. He increased his speed once he was sure she was ok with is size.

 

“Christ!” Screamed Tina. “He is So, So big. God. Oh my God!” She continued, eyes bulging and throwing her head back. “Just there! Just there!” She encouraged him as he found some spots inside her never explored before.

 

It was with an immense effort that I pulled my eyes away from them and go back to my wife. The Englishman had now crawled up my wife's body kissing her smooth hairless mons, then up over her lower belly and to her tits, where he now lingered to suck at her nipples. I could see that they were long and very hard as he alternated between each breast. My wife ran her fingers through his short fair hair and watched him avidly smiling. Eventually he left her tits and started to kiss her on the mouth. She returned his kisses with a searching, probing tongue. Her legs came up and clamped about his waist. His hand ran over her thighs and caressed her naked leg.

 

Would she let him fuck her I wondered? I didn’t think she had ever been unfaithful to me in the past. I thought for a moment about what I should do. Or rather what I shouldn’t do. Bursting in on them this very moment should be the right thing to do. Shouldn’t it? I looked again at her through the gap between the door and the frame. My sweet wife. As innocent as the come. I was sure she was going to get fucked and for some very strange reason I wanted to see it. I wanted to see her squirm, wriggle and cry out in ecstasy on the end of another man's cock.

 

The Englishman pushed himself up from my wife on his arms and looked down at her. “I really want to screw you silly.” He declared. “Your such a lovely little thing.”

 

My wife stared up at him and smiled happily. “Go on then!” She challenged.

 

He reached down between them and grabbed his cock. He wasn’t as big as Patrick, but he was big enough. At least nine inches. My wife stared admiringly at his penis. Then whispered up to him. “Be gentle will you.”

 

He lay his length on her smoothly shaved mons. It gave me a good indication of how deep he would go inside her. It mad my cock twitched at the thought. Hell, I really needed to cum. My balls ached awfully and I knew I couldn’t last much longer. Leaning back he lined his dick up to her slot and then drove forward slowly. My wife's slit opened up invitingly and she was so wet he slid in easily up to the hilt. She sucked in her breath and he groaned with pleasure.

 

“My you are tight aren’t you?”

 

He withdrew a little from her. She exhaled and gasped for breath. Then he drove into her again. She grasped the silk sheets on the bed to either side of her. Again he withdrew a little and then drove in again.

 

“Ohhhh!” Exclaimed my wife wide eyed and looking straight into his eyes. “Wow! Do me more. Do me more.” She demanded. Her wish was his command it seemed and he pumped away at her faster and faster. I watched transfixed.

 

He moved her onto her side and pumped his dick side on onto her. She like this position it seemed and he could go really deep into her. He could also finger her anus and I saw him insert a finger there. She liked that. With his other hand he clung to her raised leg and pressed it up to his chest and kissed her calf and foot in front of his face. He was hitting all the right spots it seemed and she came, shuddering into her orgasm. How he had held back to this point was a surprise for me. Her legs twitched uncontrollably and she cried out, eyes tightly closed and her glasses slipping off her nose. Once, twice and three times in the space of five minutes she orgasmed. Then he came. Three hard deep thrusts, he arched his back and groaned loudly. She clasped her abdomen as his seed flooded into her. She came again triggered by the warm sensation and groaned deeply. For a moment they were frozen like statues, then he slumped to one side, to lay in front of my wife looking into her eyes. He big dick slipped from her followed by copious amounts of semen. Both were bathed in sweat and breathing very hard.

 

Dwayne hovered menacingly beside the bed he had caught it all. “Hay. You know this camera can do High Resolution video?” He asked The Englishman, who looked at him as though he was mad.

 

“Yeah! I do.” Came the exhausted reply.

 

Dwayne giggled happily and scampered over to Tina and Patrick again..

 

I now suddenly realise my balls no longer ached. I looked down at my cock. I had cum! My spunk was all over the back of the door. I looked up at my wife who was now getting onto all fours for round two it seemed. Patrick came over and knelt behind her. He aimed his massive cock and drove forward. Easily sliding into her as she was well lubricated by the Englishman’s spunk. She couldn’t take all his length unsurprisingly. My cock felt like it was made of stone and my balls began to pain me again as I watched.

 

The Englishman had now crawled over to Tina who looked thoroughly spent. She lay back on the other side of the bed a pillow behind her head and legs splayed apart. Semen dribbled from her gaping pussy hole, the fleshy flaps of her labia looked red and swollen. She had been thoroughly fucked that was for sure. The Englishman came up between her legs. His cock had recovered quickly and was up and ready to go again. Tina looked at his dick incredulously, then extended her arms welcoming him into her embrace. He slid very easily into her cunt and then pulled her up towards him. He sat now on his haunches and Tina on his lap facing him with her arms around his neck. She wriggled her hips adjusting herself on his cock, then she started to thrust backwards and forwards. He nibbled her tits and she through back her head and let her golden blonde hair flow down her back to her ass.

 

Patrick was grunting loudly now and unloading into my wife. My wife was cumming again and let out a weak whimpering cry as she came with him. I felt my balls release and my semen shot out yet again from the end of my cock over the door.

 

Patrick slumped backward onto the bed his cock sliding out of my wife along with more spunk than I had ever seen in my life. I looked at the door and the mess I had made. It then occurred to me that I had better not get caught. The embarrassment, the shame! Fear now gripped me. I as quietly as possible retreated down the corridor towards the ‘Sammy the Mermaid’ door and freedom. Helped in some part by a very noisy Tina cumming again and again as she and the Englishman fucked noisily.

 

Once outside I broke into a run and headed straight towards my resort block and our room. My heart pounding in my chest. A great sense of guilt and indecision enveloped me. Along dark paths I jogged till I eventually stopped by the beach bar, just before our block. Empty now I leaned up against the counter and caught my breath. It took took a good half an hour though before my pounding heart calmed and I stopped shaking. Perhaps a stiff drink would help I thought and looked behind the bar and found a half opened bottle of Rum. I grabbed it and sat at a table now and listened to the sea in the distance. Taking the odd swig every now and again. That’s better I thought.

 

An hour later the sound of voices could be heard approaching. It was my wife and Tina. My heart quickened again and I quickly hid behind the bar. They passed by and were talking in hushed tones together. They entered the block and were gone. I waited trying to decided what to do next. Should I just confront my wife and tell her what I had just seen? No. Maybe not I thought. Best to just play along and pretend I knew nothing about any of it. But could I with all the fresh thoughts of her being boned by two big cocks only an hour so ago.

 

I stepped out from behind the bar and walked to the block. I would just have to see how things went I decided. I ascended the stairs and walked along the corridor to our room. Though I had a key card of my own I knocked on the door anyway. A moment later it opened and my wife beckoned me in.

 

“Where have you been?” She enquired earnestly.

 

“Oh!” I thought quickly. “I was in the Casino.”

 

“Casino?” She said. “You don’t gamble like that!”

 

‘No I just watched.” I reassured her.

 

“That’s okay then.”

 

“What happened to you?” I asked. I expected she would have an answer prepared.

 

“I and Tina went to the night club. I’ve been shaking my thing.” She gave me a little shimmy and shake of her butt.

 

“Oh. I and Don went over there and didn’t see you?”

 

“We were probably in the wash-rooms.” My wife quickly replied.

 

“Okay. You had fun then?”

 

“Yeah! It was great.” She said happily and looked my up and down. “Don’t say you missed me. Did you?”

 

“A bit.” I replied and pretended to sulk.

 

She put her arms about my neck and kissed me. She tasted of mint mouthwash and toothpaste. “How much did you really miss me then?” She asked.

 

“Lots”

 

She giggled. “I was just about to get a shower. I’ll be with you in a minute.”

 

“What do you want to shower now for?” I questioned her.

 

“I’m all hot and sweaty.” She countered.

 

“Isn’t that just the way I like you?” I pulled her to me and slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders.

 

“What are you doing?” She asked.

 

I pulled the zipper down at the back and pulled the garment down exposing her tits. The nipples were very swollen from the attentions of the Englishman and Patrick. She tried to cover up. The dress now fell to the floor and she was naked.

 

“I need a shower!” She protested.

 

“No you don’t.” I pushed her back into the bedroom and began to disrobe.

 

Now naked I pulled her onto the bed with me and kissed her passionately on the lips. Laying side by side I squeezed her nipples and she winced a little. They were obviously very tender. I bent down to suck on one of her teats. It was long and firm, like when she had had our first child. She moaned softly. My hand now ran down her body over her stomach and shaven mound to her girl slot.

 

“Sweety!” She was about to protest but I plunged my fingers into her and she gasped aloud. She was hot, sticky and damp.

 

Sweety! I want to...” I rubbed her very tender clit chocking her reply off.

 

Scrabbling to my knees beside her I pushed her to her back and then grabbed an ankle in each hand pulled her legs apart. She gave out a startled little cry. I looked down at her bald pussy. Red raw and agape. A little trickle of spunk dribbled from her. She was about to try and protest again but I had quickly lined my cock up and slid into her. She groaned deeply as I thrust in. I started to pump away. Usually so tight she was now very, very loose and slimy. She locked her legs around my back and began to except my thrusts with her own. I tried to push in as deep as I could into her. Harder and faster I went. I had such pent up energy and I screwed here with a determination I had never had in the past. The bed knocked against the wall and squeaked as the feet slid on the stone floor. Suddenly my climax hit. All the pent up emotions and sexual torment released from me in one go. She shook beneath me in her own moment. I exploded into her, mixing my semen with the other two men she had fucked earlier this evening.

 

I collapsed on top of her. She clung onto me like a koala to a tree trunk. Both of us were panting heavily and gasping for air. Her pussy was contracting and squeezing my dick inside her.

 

“Oh my God! Oh my God!” She exclaimed.

 

A minute or so later my wife tapped me on the shoulder. “Wow, that was something else honey. Are you sure you are okay?” She asked concerned.

 

“Never better.” I smiled and rolled off her to lay on my back facing the ceiling fan, which slowly rotated hypnotically. I closed my eyes and passed out.