Story 21
Summary:
Andy and Emma, married, late twenties. The spark has gone from their marriage and they don’t know why. They go away on holiday, hoping to get it back. However, a chance encounter shows them just what they have been missing all along!
Carla, twenty years old. She meets the married couple at a bar and likes what she sees. And she decides that she can show them just what they have been missing.
Threesome, lesbian, oral, titty fucking, sixty-nine, blow jobs, pussy licking, fingering, jerk off, titty sucking.
As they sat down in the bar in another town, far away from home, Andy looked at his wife Emma and he wondered if things had gone too far and there wasn’t any hope for them.
They had both agreed that they should go away on this holiday in the hope that it might help them to get their marriage back on track. However, he didn’t think that things had got off to a very good start so far, and he wasn’t really sure just where they could go from here.
It had been his wife’s idea, and he had agreed to it readily enough. He hadn’t been sure what else they could do, and he was ready to try anything. He had let her book the whole thing, arranging everything and doing all of the research. She had found them a place by the beach, and it had looked ideal to him. He still had a few slight doubts about whether or not this would really be a good idea or whether it might end up being little more than papering over the cracks, but he was ready to try anything by this point. He felt as though he was all out of ideas, and this was certainly a new idea from his wife.
He also thought about just how good she always looked in a bikini. Those old memories made him smile to himself, and he started to think that maybe there might really be something in this idea. Maybe this was what the problem was in their marriage after all - maybe he just needed to see a bit more of his wife in a bikini. Maybe that was something that would help to cure all of the problems in their marriage.
It wasn't that they didn't love one another anymore. Maybe if that had been the case then it would have been easier. They could have just got a divorce and moved on with their lives.
No, the love was still there - that much was undeniable. But the magic was gone, whatever that might mean. The spark that used to be there was missing, and if only they could find a way to get that back then maybe they could turn things around.
They had always had a passionate relationship, ever since they had first met. They were both incredibly attractive, and it had seemed only natural that they would get together. Back then, they had both been in their early twenties. However, even now, as they crept past thirty years old, they had both still kept their looks and their figures.
She was above average height and slim, with long, toned legs. She had a slender waist, peachy ass, and succulent, full breasts. She had light skin, blonde hair, blue eyes, and a beautiful, timeless beauty that barely seemed to age. Her small mouth looked as though it was begging to be kissed. Her cheeks and nose had a smattering of freckles across them. She still looked just as beautiful to him as she had always done, and the thought of seeing her in a bikini again certainly turned him on. He used to get a sense of pride when they'd be on holiday and other men would look at her enviously, wanting her, knowing that she was his and that they couldn't have her. He thought about how much that used to turn him on. Maybe that would help them with whatever their problem was at the moment.
He still looked just as good as he always had as well. He continued to go to the gym regularly and he still had the same athletic build as he’d always had. He swam regularly, which gave him a strong upper body.
He was tall and good-looking, with a ruggedly handsome face. He had an easy smile, hazel eyes, and short, light brown hair. He knew that women were still attracted to him. He knew that his wife was still attracted to him, as well, just as he was attracted to her. But somehow that elusive spark was still missing. Maybe if he could have quantified it a bit more easily he would have been able to explain just what the problem was. The end result seemed to be that their sex life wasn't what it used to be, and they both wanted to get to the root cause of that so that they could try and get things back on track - try and get the good times back. They both knew that they couldn't just force it, and they had to work out what the real problem was here.
Andy thought back to the place where they had gone on their honeymoon. A part of him wanted to go back there to see if they could recapture the magic of that trip. However, he also knew that this was a different time and they couldn't just try to do the same things that they had once done. They had to find something new, something different, and see if they could make some magic there instead.
All the same, the idea that this trip might be in any way similar to their honeymoon certainly excited him.
They had agreed to have no sex in the weeks building up to the wedding. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, to make the day even more special. However, it had been torture for both of them. His desire for her was just as high as it had always been, and by the time they were at the wedding reception, they were both eager to get out of there, to satisfy those appetites that they had been denying for too long.
They had been all packed up and ready to head off on their honeymoon. There was no time for them to have any fun before they left.
Even on the flight, he had considered trying to sneak Emma off to the toilets, seeing if she wanted to join the “Mile High Club.” His cock had been throbbing painfully in his pants by this point and he had also considered sneaking off to relieve himself quickly.
However, he had managed to control himself. Soon enough, they were at the hotel.
They dumped their bags and Emma turned to him with a naughty little smile on her lips that he knew all too well.
She went to him, putting her hands on his chest and pushing him up against the wall. He grabbed her waist and pulled her to him, and then they were kissing, his hands moving behind her, pulling her even closer, pulling her against the hard bulge of his cock.
She pushed against it, knowing just what it was as one of his hands went to her ass, as the other one went to the back of her head.
Then, she stepped away from him.
“I need to have a shower,” she said, simply.
He couldn’t believe that she was going to keep him waiting. Was she teasing him deliberately?
She began to walk to the bathroom.
Then, she stopped for a moment.
She was wearing a light dress, and she pushed both straps off her shoulders and let them fall to the ground.
He saw that she was completely naked. He saw her slender legs, her tight ass and he wanted her even more.
She looked back over her shoulder.
“Are you coming?” she asked him simply, and he didn’t need to be asked again.
He tore his clothes off - it later took them some time to find the buttons of his shirt that had popped off as he impatiently pulled his shirt off, sending the buttons flying across the room.
He came up behind her, naked and hard, wrapping his arms around her, pushing his hard cock against her, kissing her throat. One hand went up to her breasts and the other went down to her pussy. She was already so wet. She wanted this just as much as he did. She had been playing it cool, but she had been suffering with her own desires while they both abstained.
She led him into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
They stepped into it and then, as the steam rose all around them, he pushed her up against the side of the shower.
He bent down to suck on her breasts, one of his hands between her legs, playing with her.
She took hold of his cock. He felt as though it might go off at any time. However, she seemed to understand that and it seemed to be just what she wanted after all.
She dropped to her knees and looked up at him.
“Now I want my real shower,” she said, and then she was sucking on his cock. He felt her soft lips clamp around it as she slid it deep into her mouth, sucking on it, her head moving back and forth.
“I’m going to…” he panted, and she seemed to understand. She pulled her head back, tilting it up with her mouth open, and then she jerked him off quickly - one, two - and then he was spraying his cum all over her, thick streams of it, finally released.
He looked down at her as it covered her face, hanging from her eyelashes across her eyes, dripping from her nose, filling up her mouth.
She pushed her tongue out and licked at it, wanting more of it. It was the release that he had needed, and it was wonderful. He looked down at her beautiful face, dripping with his cum, and it was the most perfect moment he could remember. She was his and he was hers, and now it was her turn.
He pulled her to her feet and looked into her cum-splattered face.
Then, he pushed her back against the side of the shower again.
She looked at him with a wild hunger in her eyes. She licked her lips slowly, tasting him once more. His cum dripped down from her face, some of it landing on her breasts, on her erect, little nipples.
Then, he dropped to his knees.
He grabbed her thighs and pulled her to him. He could see how wet she was already - he knew that it was more than just the water from the shower.
His hands slipped around to her ass and he began to lick at her, hungrily, his tongue lapping at her pussy and tasting her.
She reached down and stroked his head as he pushed his tongue into her before moving it up to her clit. Her legs were shaking slightly as his tongue flicked at her clit, as he used the tip of it to push at her.
She was moaning now, and the sound of it was turning him on almost as much as the taste, the scent, of her was.