Surfing lessons

 

We went to the Caribbean on our holidays not too long ago and it was great. We drank, enjoyed the beach, the great weather and of course, the sex. We have been married for quite a few years now but the flame hadn’t died. She is attractive, very petite and slim, with blond hair cut to shoulder length, a fair complexion and gorgeous long slender legs. I would often catch guys giving her a once over with their eyes. I imagined their envy and would smile to myself. If they only new what treasures were beneath her cloths. Neither of us had ever strayed and we loved each other dearly. We often talked about what it would be like to have sex with someone else and she definitely was always turned on by the idea. But she knew when to stop talking about it and taking it to the next level. I felt though if I persisted and insisted she just might. The thought strangely always made me feel very randy.

 

After a week of our holiday though we needed our own space. I wanted to go sight-seeing and see the local markets and she wanted to go surfing for some reason. I suspected she had a crush on the local surfing instructor. Dressed in her skimpy blue bikini she had been flirting and teasing him all week. She would struggle to get onto the surfboard in deep water with out his eager help. He would lift and push her from behind onto the board from the water. Often his hand would grasp a big handful of bum cheek helping her slid onto the board. I was also sure he had got more than just sea view doing so too. Lisa didn’t seem to mind either.

 

Resting beside me on the beach I asked her if she fancied him. She giggled and said he was very attractive but she loved me and that was that.

 

I would continue to goad her every hour or so from that point. She was getting a bit annoyed with me, eventually she blurted out. “Ok. Yes, yes I would like to fuck him!”

 

Then without thinking I said. “OK. Go on then”. She looked a little stunned.

 

“I don’t have a problem with it”, I quickly added.

 

She looked at me wide mouthed. “You are kidding me?”

 

“I would like to watch though”, I blurted out.

 

Lisa just stared at me for a full minute. Then said, “I don’t think Grant would like an audience. I don’t know if I would like one either!”.

 

“Have you asked him?”

 

“No. Of course not!” She seemed very annoyed now.

 

We didn’t speak for about ten minutes. Then she said it might be a good time to go back to our room and change for evening dinner. As we walked back she talked about what she would like to eat tonight. I nodded agreeing to all she wanted and some what disappointed .It seemed the idea of her and Grant having an erotic encounter forgotten.

 

Evening drinks

 

We had eaten and were now watching the world go by in the hotel bar. As well as a Surfing instructor Grant also worked at our hotel as a waiter. He was about twenty one years old, six feet tall and in real good shape. While she was in the ladies room, I watched Grant talking to one of his mates at the bar, all were about the same age, all in great shape and all very good looking and were loudly swapping ideas about how to keep in shape and what they thought impressed the ladies. Grant glanced in my direction and smiled. Turning his back to me he spoke to his friends. I couldn't hear now what was being said, but his friends occasionally looked in my direction and smiled.

 

It was late evening now. The sun had gone down and the sound of the cicadas filled the warm humid air. My wife returned to our table and resumed drinking her cocktail. She was now on her third. She called Grant over. Obediently he broke his conversation and trotted over. She ordered another and whispered something in his ear, whilst looking over at his mates, who were all looking back at us with great interest. I couldn't hear what was said but Grant laughed and ran off happily to get her drink.

 

"What was that all about, Lisa?" I asked.

 

She said nothing and just grinned mischievously back at me.

 

A young girl about their age joined Grant's mates at the bar. The guys all cheered and they all started talking to her. The volume in the place went up. More people came in. I sipped at my beer. On his way back to us with my wife’s drink Grant stopped beside the girl and said something to her. She smiled and stepped in beside him has he headed our way.

 

He handed my wife her drink and then introduced the young lady. "This is Mariana. I thought you might like to meet her." He said to me directly. "She is a local tour guide and knows all the best places to visit on the island."

 

Mariana shook our hands and sat down beside me. Very close beside me. She was very attractive with long flowing back hair, dark mysterious eyes, Hispanic, with clear olive brown skin. Her dress was very short and emphasized her very long legs, which I couldn't keep my eyes from. I thought I heard my wife giggle beside me. But before I could turn to her, Mariana asked about what I’d seen so far on the island and draw my attention back to her. She was a girl that could talk and certainly had great knowledge of the place. Grant placed another beer in front of me, though I hadn't ordered one. Mariana continued on about the diving trips on the north coast I could consider. She crossed her legs the other way, but never deviated from subject despite knowing I was looking them.

 

A quarter of an hour flew by. Another beer has arrived. Mariana talked and talked. I hadn’t noticed my wife had left us until I went to ask her advice about the surfing beaches. Where had she gone? I suspected to the Ladies at first. Mariana saw the surprise on my face and quickly said she had started talking a woman in a red dress and hat at the bar and had now gone outside on the veranda. A woman in a red dress and hat. That could be the hotel manager, I thought. We had had some issues with the air-con in our room. Mariana now started talk about best souvenirs to buy on the island; African masks and carvings etc.

 

An hour flew by. My wife had not returned. Mariana’s throat was finally getting tired and she took a sip from the cocktail that had been sitting in front of her since she arrived.

 

“I better go and find Lisa”, I finally got the chance to say.

 

“Oh. I’m sure she is fine!”, exclaimed Mariana. “Let me tell you about the old castle and the secret tunnels beneath it”, she said quickly.

 

“Later, later”, I said apologetically. “Marianabe there’s a problem with our room. I better go and see”. I stood up. “It’s been very good talking to you Mariana. I will certainly think about the Swordfish fishing trip. That sounded interesting”.

 

She looked up at me and bit at her lower lip and finally said. “OK. I’ll be in reception tomorrow morning till about noon if you want to book. Are you sure you wouldn’t like to hear about the castle?”.

 

“Yes, I would. But I must go and find Lisa”. Mariana looked sad. I hoped she wasn’t thinking I had been wasting her time. “She might want to go too you know. She could sunbathe on the deck”, I added quickly. Mariana smiled weakly at me.

 

I turned and headed towards the veranda to search for my wife. Lisa was not there. I looked around for Grant. Marianabe he had seen her. He was nowhere to be seen either. The bar was now very busy and I pushed through a noisy group of drunk holiday-makers to speak to the barman. He shook his head and said the last time he saw her she was heading towards the pool. I thanked him and headed off in that direction.

 

At the pool there was nobody. Only a young couple sitting on some sunbeds holding hands. It was a very hot night. Now out of the air-conditioning of the bar area the sweat poured out of me. I bet she had gone back to our hotel room I thought. I started to walk in that direction. The hotel rooms were arranged in several two story blocks with a dozen rooms to each block all set amongst well maintained tropical gardens. Our room and block overlooked the sea and was farthest from the pool, bar, reception and restaurants areas. We liked it because it was quite and wouldn’t be happy if we had to move. I wondered if Lisa was having some problems with the hotel manager.

 

When I reached our block I entered and took the stairs to the first floor. Our room was the corner room at the end of the corridor before me. I now heard voices in front of me. As I approached the door I could make out the deep tones of males speaking and occasional laughter from the other side. I turned the key as quietly as I could and pushed it open. I peeped inside. I couldn’t see much. Clouds of steam emanated from the bathroom, just to the left as you entered the room. From the bathroom a man spoke and another replied. It was Grant!

 

I pushed the door a little further open to see better. A woman now laughed. OMG it was Lisa!

 

Shower time

 

She had them both in the shower with her and I could see they were taking turns cleaning each other with soap. The men’s hands were all over my wife, running over her soft skin and caressing her firm petite body. I was speechless to the sight before me. Transfixed and glued to the spot, I watched.

 

Grant’s chest was hard and covered with fine, dark-brown hair. Though not noticeably muscled, his arms were solid, his stomach flat, his buttocks firm, his calves and thighs somewhat muscled and, jutting from within the tangle of pubic hair, his penis stood rigidly forward a majestic nine inches. His hand was exploring the soapy-slick valley between my wife’s thighs, rubbing over her vulva... probing... parting the petals, his finger, sliding into the so warm, lubricious channel.

 

The other man’s left hand was gliding over the twin mounds of Lisa’s small, hard buttocks. She turned her face towards me, her eyes closed, letting her head be drenched from the falling water, flattening her hair to her skin. As she ran her hands through her hair, listening to the water hit the cold stone; soft skin was pressed against her lips allowing the water to trickle around them. Arms wrapped around her like snakes slithering around their prey, gripping her lightly and pulling her close. Her hands sliding up around Grant’s neck, resting on his shoulders as she ran her hands through his hair and down his back; gently brushing past the skin along with the water droplets which made him quiver. Gripping his hair lightly they kissed.

 

Clouds of steam hid the three from view momentarily. When they cleared I could see both both men standing and pressed up against her. One in the front and one from behind. Both had huge erections and looked ready to to fuck her. More steam. My view was lost. When I caught sight of them again she was being nailed. I suddenly became aware of my own erection which was being painfully restricted in my trousers. More steam. When it cleared the three were on the shower room floor. She was sucking hard on Grant’s friend whilst Grant was thrusting is big cock in and out of her smoothly shaved slot. Both men were groaning loudly. Lisa was making gasping noises as she tried to catch some air whilst sucking on the big dick in her mouth. I couldn’t look away. More steam. Dammit I thought. Then I saw them again. The guys were now standing, she was on her knees before them. They wanked themselves, preparing to cum over her. Each cried out as he exploded over her face and boobs. The steam enveloped them again. My erection was so painfully hard and my balls were aching so much. I stepped back from the room door closing it as quietly as I could. I was almost doubled up.

 

For the first time in ten minutes I looked back down the hall way. At the top of the stairs Mariana was looking at me. She smiled for a moment, then turned and scampered down to the lower level. I started to walk after her and descended the stairs. She was quick.

 

Returning to my room

 

Outside, she was nowhere to be seen. I made my way to the pool again. The young couple had disappeared, I was on my own. I decided to sit down and catch my breath. My heart was banging uncontrollably in my chest. I just sat for a moment trying to take in what I had just seen waiting for it to slow down. It took quite sometime before I was composed enough to stand. When I did I heard voices coming from the direction of my hotel block. I immediately slipped behind the trunk of a nearby palm tree and hid, realizing who they were.

 

Grant and his mate walked by. Both chatting and looking very happy with themselves. I watched them enter the bar and vanish into the crowd of drinkers. Where was Lisa?

 

I now jogged back to the hotel block, climbed the stairs, taking them two at a time and ran down the corridor to my room. The door was still slightly ajar. I pushed it open and cautiously entered.

 

Lisa was sitting on the bed watching TV, stark naked.

 

“Oh. There you are”, she said looking over at me.

 

I closed the room door. The air-conditioning was now on and the room was nicely chilled. I glanced into the bathroom. The floor was still wet and had puddles everywhere. The steam had all gone but the mirrors were all misty still,

 

“I had a shower”, she said seeing me look. “I was so hot and clammy”.

 

“Oh”, was all I could find to say.

 

She switched the TV off.

 

“Want to come to bed?” She said mischievously.

 

I felt that strong stirring in loins again. She positioned herself seductively on the bed and started to rub the nipple on one of her small pert breasts. I started to undress quickly. When she saw my rock solid erection, she smiled.

 

“Ready already”, she giggled gleefully.