FLR Holiday Pt. 03

I was shaken awake the next morning by my wife, "Sit up behind me," she ordered. I did as she ordered, knowing full well what was to come, it was one of her favourite ways to come and actually one of my favourite ways to bring her to orgasm.

She sat up, leaning back against my chest, spread her legs and relaxed. I knew what was expected of me and nuzzled into her neck, breathing heavily, kissing and lightly biting here there, I stretched my arms around her body and started lightly tweaking and pulling her erect nipples, bringing short gasps of pleasure from her. I continued like this for a while, stroking her warm, sensuous body with one hand whilst playing with her breasts with the other. I sensed she wanted more and slowly moved a hand further down her torso. Instead of touching her most intimate part, I lightly scratched her inner thigh with my fingernails, bringing a cry of frustration from her lips

"Enough teasing,"she ordered breathlessly,"get to it!" She was already close and started groaning as I slowly circled her clit with my finger, first one way then another, rubbing so gently as she quivered and shook in front of me.

I adored watching her this way, all decorum well and truly forgotten as she travelled towards her climax, lost in her pleasure.

She'd waited long enough, grabbed my finger and started rubbing it hard over her clit herself, she let go as she lost control and I continued on my own, I felt her body tense, her back arch and her behind press hard against my cage, causing me actual pain as she shouted out,"yesssss!"

She relaxed and lay there panting, coming back down to earth. My cock was pressed tight against the confines of its cage, excited as always by my wife's orgasm. I knew there would be nothing for me that morning, who knew perhaps after my double ejaculation yesterday there might be nothing for the rest of the holiday, it was entirely her choice. This thought only excited me more.

We must have dozed off in that position and I was awoken by a cry of alarm, "Christ! We're going to be late, quick get moving" She shouted and started rushing around, still naked, stuffing various items into bags. She ignored my questions about her plans and instead I was allowed to dress in normal shorts thankfully but still the obligatory panties and sent to the local mini-mart to get some provisions for a picnic we were apparently having.

Once ready we left the apartment and rushed through the hotel gardens, with me carrying everything of course. I wasn't particularly surprised when we saw Denise and Bill waiting for us in the hotel lobby. The ladies led us down the street arm in arm, chatting merrily whilst Bill and I followed in their wake.

We didn't have far to go and stopped at a bus stop, I tried again to ask my wife where we were going but just received a "you'll see", and a harsh stare warning me to behave.

The bus soon arrived and the ladies sat together leaving Bill and I to find our own seats, Bill didn't seem to have much to say but I tried questioning him about what was happening, he just suggested that I relaxed and went along with whatever was planned, adding that neither of us really had a choice anyway.

He was right, of course and I sat back and mused about my wife's recent, new-found dominant streak. I had to admit I was absolutely loving it; she seemed to know exactly what buttons to push and exactly how far to push them. Whatever she had in mind for the day I trusted her judgement, little realising things were about to take a very strange turn.

It was a very short ride and we hopped off in front of a deserted beach. At that moment my stomach started doing somersaults as I read the large sign in front of us. 'Playa Nudista!' Shit! I saw a smirk of satisfaction cross her face as I realised my predicament.

"Hey look, I'm not sure about this..." I tried but to no avail.

"Don't be such a wimp," my wife replied adding, "It should be fun".

I tried with Denise instead, "Denise, do you think we'll be alright wearing our cages here? I mean it might not really be appropriate on a nudist beach."

"Well sweetheart," she answered,"to be brutally honest we don't really know, none of us have ever done this before, we're just going to try it and see what happens, come along" and with that the ladies strolled onto the beach. I looked over to Bill, he just shrugged his shoulders and followed them and after a few seconds I did the same.

I caught the three of them up as they picked a spot they liked. I looked around, it was nearly deserted and the few people already there were some distance away, perhaps we could get away with this after all, I thought.

Without further ado, everyone started stripping and having no other option I followed suit only to hear a wild shriek from Denise.

"Oh what darling panties!", she cried looking at my underwear, "aren't they just lovely."

I must have turned bright red and didn't know where to look.

"Well, where are your manners?" my wife chirped in.

"Thank you," I mumbled in answer.

"He picked and bought them himself you know," my wife continued, shaming me further. "Well, off they come" she added.

I noticed I was the only one left wearing anything, pulled off my t-shirt then pulled my panties down. Worse was coming.

"Oh dear!" said Denise, "That seems a little disappointing" and she bent forward and grabbed my cage, examining the contents. "Oh dear, oh dear, that really is a tiddler, isn't it?"

"Oh, I don't know," my wife defended me, "It satisfies me generally... Jesus Christ!" I spun around to see what had shocked her and saw her staring at Bill's caged penis, even locked in its metal cage I could see it was massive and felt even more inadequate.

"Ah I see you've noticed the monster," giggled Denise.

My wife continued to shame me, "Bloody Hell Denise, perhaps I should have taken you up on that offer!"

"Well to be honest I'm not sure the offer still stands," Denise replied and both ladies started laughing so much they had to hold onto each other for balance.

I stood there looking at these two naked beauties laughing and looked down at my cock, the fucking thing was straining in its cage, the humiliation was really turning me on, it was one of my stranger kinks, I knew and wasn't surprised when my wife confirmed later this had been pre-planned with Denise.

I was broken from my thoughts by Denise saying, "lotion time!"

I wasn't sure if she was talking to me or not and whether I would be expected to lather another woman's naked body. A part of me definitely wanted to. I felt a tap on my shoulder and my wife was holding a high factor tube of lotion out towards me upside down, I held both my hands out and she squeezed the tube.

I smothered my beautiful wife in the lotion, ensuring I missed nothing, getting more turned on by the moment. Bill was doing similar with Denise but I couldn't get a good look at her body from my position.

"Okay, you can do each other," shouted Denise and both ladies lay down and left us to it. Bill and I shared a quick glance and decided to sort ourselves out.

Unfortunately, we weren't going to get things completely our own way as my wife calmly stated, "you can't reach your backs so will have to do each other." Denise looked up, lifted her sunglasses and both ladies watched us to ensure we complied.

I'm sure Bill was just as uncomfortable as I was, having to rub cream into each other's backs and we did it as quickly and manly as we could.

Eventually we settled down and relaxed on the beach, a few more people had arrived yet everyone seemed to want their own space and nobody seemed to notice two men wearing chastity cages.

Wearing shades, I was managing to sneak a look at Denise's naked body, a little thinner and smaller than my wife, with larger tits which I thought must have had some surgical enhancement as they 'sat up and begged' even whilst she was lying flat on her back. Her skin was a leathery brown due to too much false tan and this clashed with her dyed blonde hair. Her most intriguing feature to me was her pussy, shaved completely bald with two fat lips, I had to admit it would be wonderful if I were to be able to taste her.

"Enjoying the view sweetheart?", Shit! it was Denise, she must have noticed my ogling her! I guiltily looked over to my wife who was clearly not happy, mouthing to me 'just you wait' and I knew I had an appointment with a hairbrush later.

Denise continued, "Okay Bill, it's time you two boys went for a little walk! Off you trot!"

With that Bill stood up and offered his hand to me, I automatically took it and he pulled me up and started walking away, he was still holding my hand so I was dragged along behind him.

I continued to try to break free of Bill's grip, but he was a big man in more than one way, he had at least 4 inches height and about 40 pounds in weight over me, so it wasn't easy. Suddenly he spun round to face me and grabbed me by the throat.

"Now listen to me, I fucked up with my wife yesterday," he snarled, "she was teasing me, pretending to be your missus and I came without her permission, I actually came over her fucking face! and boy! am I in trouble, I've been given a list of penances to do, the first of which is to walk hand in hand with you to the end of this fucking beach and back, so either you act like a good boy or I'll take you over my knee her and spank you until you agree! capeesh?"

There was little I could do but nod and we started our walk of shame along the seashore hand in hand.

"Sorry about that," Bill muttered but she was watching and she can really be inventive with her punishments, I accepted his apology and suggested we might soon be out of sight of the ladies and could stop holding hands.

"No chance," he replied, "she brought some goddam binoculars with her and I just can't take the chance, by the way if anyone asks, we have to fully explain our cages to them."

Christ! This was getting hairy and the beach was filling up with nudists as the morning neared its end.

Worse was to come, I noticed two beautiful young girls walking directly along the beach towards us, we would soon meet and pass each other, they neared and they were absolutely stunning, long dark hair, tanned bodies and large, firm breasts swinging as they walked.

All seemed okay until about ten feet away one of them gasped and pointed at our cages, unable to hide their amazement they stopped walking and brazenly stared.

"Bonjour ladies," Bill casually said as he strolled past, not even realising he was using the wrong language.

We continued walking and I thought we'd left them behind when we heard a female voice from behind us say "Pardon?"

We turned around and both girls were there, looking us up and down. The taller one stepped forward and in broken English asked, "what are zees?"

Bill sighed and started to try to explain using a mixture of sign language and small words. "Our wives, wives yes, they control penis yes, they have key and let us out when they want." He mimed a key going into my lock and the girls seemed to understand, they came closer, knelt and examined our prisons, gabbling to themselves. I definitely heard the word 'Grande' in relation to Bill.

One girl asked, "where wives?" and we pointed back to the ladies, we could just make out Denise waving to us, clearly having watched this interchange through her binoculars.

"Ahh, we go see them, talk, bye bye," and they strolled away, glancing back at us and laughing.

I breathed a sigh of relief and we continued our walk, still holding hands. "Your turn next! "warned Bill. He was right, I hadn't said anything during the entire episode.

This area of the beach was more populated and we were getting noticed more, some people pointing and laughing. Bill suddenly stopped and gripped my hand tighter. "Time to turn around," he said and nodded forwards. He was right we were about to walk into an area of people actually wearing swimwear, we'd reached the end of the nudist beach. 'Lucky sods' I thought.

Of course, we now had to run the gauntlet and pass the people who'd already seen our bizarre homo-erotic show. The beach was now fairly crowded, at least for a nudist beach I supposed. I simply stared into the distance and tried to ignore any laughter as we retraced our steps.

As we neared our spot on the beach we noticed the ladies had been approached by two young men and were happily chatting to them, "best leave them to it," said Bill.

"Are you sure?" I replied, "perhaps they don't want them there, naked as they are."

"I'm not taking any chances," he replied and ambled off to have a swim, letting go of my hand for the first time." I looked at our wives who didn't seem at all uncomfortable and decided to follow him. After a while we just sat on the sea shore, letting the swell wash over us.

"Your wife hasn't taken a lover yet, has she?" he asked casually.

"No, were not into that at all," I replied sharply.

"Hmm, it's not really your choice anymore though, is it?" he asked and then before I could reply, "Ah, I see the ladies are alone again, let's go back." He stood up and strolled over to them.

"Hi boys, did you have a nice walk?" my wife asked but before either of us could answer Denise snapped.

"Not holding hands, I see!"

I saw Bills face drop; he'd forgotten for the last few seconds. He tried to explain himself and the reason for the swim but Denise didn't seem interested, interrupting him saying, "I reckon it's time for our feast."

So, the afternoon passed we enjoyed our food, our bread, our pate, our tomatoes and our wine, seemingly ignoring the fact we were all naked and two of us were locked in chastity. The wine chilled me and I relaxed and enjoyed the warmth of the sun.

It was soon time to go and we started getting dressed, which was when Denise decided there was still time for some more humiliation.

"Sweetheart, I just love those panties of yours; do you mind if we swapped?"

I didn't know what to say and stammered, "I... I.... I... Um."

My wife chipped in, "Oh what a lovely idea, go on honey, give Denise your panties." Only adding to my shame.

I handed them over and she pulled them up her legs and admired them in front of us all, everyone continued getting dressed except for me as I was still waiting for Denise to hand her knickers over.

When they were all decent Denise rummaged in her bag and pulled out a pair of white, lacy panties, with ruffles and rhinestones dotted all over them and held them out for me to take. My wife nudged me.

"Thank you, Denise, they're lovely," I mumbled, totally embarrassed and the other three all had a giggle as I pulled them up.

Still my humiliation wasn't over, "Hey, I've got a great idea, Miguel! Miguel! Here a minute, would you?"

A head popped up from the beach and one of the men who'd been chatting to the ladies earlier jogged up, he was tall, tanned and athletic with long dark hair and a large dick swinging between his legs.

"Would you take photo of us to remember the day?" asked Denise handing over her phone

"Si," Miguel answered, then noticed my underwear and caged penis, he turned around and shouted something over to where he had come from and another big-dicked naked guy bounded over to join in my humiliation. I looked to my wife for some help but it was evident there would be none coming and I would have to accept what was happening.

So, we lined up to have our photo taken, three of us fully dressed and me wearing skimpy ladies panties over my caged and apparently tiny cock.

Miguel pointed at me, "You, smile!" he ordered and I did as told. Dying a little further inside!

"I want one as well," my wife shouted, handed her phone over and we went through the same embarrassing process again, this time with the three of them pointing at my groin and posing, pretending to be shocked.

Finally, I was allowed to get dressed and whilst doing so noticed the two men talking separately to our respective partners and Bill's comment whilst we sat in the sea came back to me.

The journey back to the hotel was uneventful and we said our goodbyes in the hotel lobby.

"It was lovely meeting you both," said Denise, kissing me on the cheek and planting a long, lingering kiss directly on my wife's lips, clearly surprising her. She continued, "as you know we've got a busy night ahead of us and then an early flight tomorrow, so it's goodbye for now."

"Yes, and remember to keep in touch," my wife replied.

"Oh, I definitely will," said Denise, "now remember everything I've taught you and don't forget email me whenever you need any advice." with that they were gone and we were alone once more.

We returned to the room, I stripped on arrival, of course and we showered together, washing the days grime and sweat away. "Hmm, no clean towels today," my wife noted, "I'll have a word with reception later, now let's sort out your roaming eyes, shall we?"

Oh no! I'd forgotten about that, clearly, she hadn't! "Go fetch my hairbrush from the bedroom," she ordered.

When I returned, I noticed she'd also grabbed a wooden spatula from the kitchen and was sat on the sofa. I bent over her lap, she grabbed my right hand and bent it high behind my back, locking the fingers of her left hand through mine and pushing my head into the sofa cushion then lifted her right leg and pressed it down over the back of my thighs, I was well and truly pinned.

My punishment started, first she tried the wooden spatula, it made very loud slapping sounds as it connected with my buttocks but she didn't seem happy with it and soon changed to the hairbrush, clearly preferring it, I presumed it probably was easier to hold and certainly gave more power to the whacks, which were bringing tears of pain to my eyes and tears of frustration to my caged cock.

I heard a gasp in front of me and a pile of towels fell to the floor, Shit! It was the maid! and I struggled to get free to cover myself. My wife was not having it and pulled my arm higher up my back. "Calm down!" she ordered and spoke to the maid. "Towels? yes please, in the bathroom if you will."

The towels were quickly scooped off the floor and I saw the pretty face of a youngish woman with black hair in a pageboy style, she quickly dashed off into the bathroom. "Honey please, you can't..." I started.

"Not.... Another... Word...!" was my only answer as my hand was once again pulled up and I let out a shriek as the spanking recommenced.

I noticed a pair of feet standing in front of us, the maid was now watching my punishment. My wife noticed as well, "come closer dear, have a good look," and she did, nervously shuffling forward as my wife continued using the hairbrush. "This is how you punish a husband who's been naughty," she continued and both of them thought this was very funny.

I guessed my wife was feeling emboldened due to the fact my cock was once more growing as much as possible and pressing against her left thigh. She took it even further than I thought she would when she asked the maid, "would you like to try?" Shit! It shouldn't be, but what a fucking turn on!

The maid quickly picked up the spatula and started panning one buttock whilst my wife paddled the other, talking the young lady through the process, "a little harder", "over the entire area, like this," and, "now the top of the thighs, here." Eventually they decided to hit me in unison, with my wife practising her Spanish, "Uno, dos, tres...." and so on, I was absolutely loving this but my backside was really hurting now and I was happy to receive a final slap on 'diez'.

My heart jumped when I heard the maid ask, "again?" fortunately my wife knew my limits and said I'd had enough for today. The young lady thanked my wife then bent forward to look me in the eye and I got a lovely smile and a 'gracias' as well. She then collected the dirty towels and left.

"Well," my wife exclaimed, "perhaps that will finally teach me to remember that 'do not disturb' sign, how was that for you?" I told her I thought it was incredible. "Yes, I thought you might like it, not really a punishment, was it? I'll have to think of something else, now grab me a water and come and join me on the balcony.

We sat on the balcony, again with me using a towel to hide my modesty and it was clear she had things on her mind. "So, we need to talk about our current situation and what we are going to do moving forward."

This was what I was dreading, had Denise persuaded her to cuckold me? I tried to get my objections in first, "Please Love, I don't want you to take a lover, I don't think I could handle it, I love being submissive to you but really don't want..."

She cut me off, "what the hell are you talking about? Why do you think I'm planning to do that?" I started explaining about Bill's comments and her talking to the guy on the beach.

"Now listen," she started, "What Bill and Denise do is entirely their own business, I can make my own choices thank you and yes, Paulo was hitting on me, which I thought was really hot given our age difference, but I am not the slightest bit interested in any other man, I could never open up to anyone else the way I do with you, what we have is so special and I will never, ever risk it."

I nearly burst into tears but managed to hold back and we fell into each other's arms and held each other like that for an age. Then she whispered in my ear, "mind you, I was tempted when I saw Bills cock, it was bloody massive!" That broke the moment and we burst into howls of laughter.

After we calmed down, we returned to her planned topic. She explained that she loved being dominant and enjoyed the games we were playing on this holiday and how this had awoken a new side of her sexuality previously hidden. Yet, went on to describe how it was a exhausting having to think up new ideas, explaining it was Denise's idea to poke fun at my cock size and swap panties with me.

She told me that on our return to the UK we'd be returning to a 'vanilla' lifestyle for a while and I was not to pester her for more, she would decide when she was ready. Although a little disappointed I understood her reasoning and agreed this was probably a good idea.

We continued by discussing the dynamic between dominant and submissive and how I was the one getting the pleasure of experiencing all my kinks and fetishes and about how she had sexual fantasies of her own she wanted to explore with me.

However, she was reticent when I asked her to describe these kinks, instead suggesting that I should know her well enough by now, to think about what I thought excited her most and to see what I could come up with over the next day or so. Clearly throwing me a challenge I shouldn't fail.

After a while, we got ready to go out for dinner and for a change, I was allowed to dress in advance. As we strolled through the hotel gardens we spotted Bill walking around aimlessly, my wife quickly grabbed my arm and pulled me away in the opposite direction.

"Wow! that could have been rather awkward," she exclaimed and when I asked why, went on to explain. "Denise is seeing Miguel tonight, she was hoping he would let Bill watch them but it looks like he's not up for that and poor Bill has been sent away."

"You mean...?" I asked.

"Yes, she's screwing the guy in their room as we speak and Bill and his big dick aren't wanted."

"Christ!" I whispered, "You read about these things but don't really think they actually go on."

"Well, they do and they're happening right now, " she replied as she led me the long way around the hotel grounds to the exit, "and you'd better continue to behave if you don't want similar to happen," she teased.

We got a spot in a beautiful restaurant looking out onto the ocean, I was squirming in embarrassment again when, before we sat down my wife asked the waiter for a cushion, explaining to him, "he's got a rather sore bottom!" and one his return with the said cushion saying to me in a loud voice, "perhaps you won't be such a naughty boy next time!" She was loving this, revelling in my humiliation.

Things calmed down and we ate paella and drank sangria in a beautiful setting. We chatted randomly about nothing in particular, a perfect end to the day I thought, but my wife had other ideas.  

We left the restaurant and instead of walking back towards our hotel, we walked along the seafront out of the resort, soon finding ourselves walking along a deserted, barren pathway. Stopping in an area of rolling sand dunes, my wife pulled me towards them.

I saw these on the bus journey home," she explained, "and thought they might serve my purpose."

"And what purpose is that?" I asked.

"Well, that is on a need to know basis," she furtively answered.

Once hidden amongst the dunes, I was pushed onto my back and had my clothes virtually ripped from my body and thrown all over the area. My wife leant over me and unlocked my cage, again throwing it onto the beach. I was beginning to like the way this was going, when she fished around in her handbag and pulled out a packet of condoms. I asked her why she'd brought them as we were long past needing any form of contraceptive.

She replied, "because tonight is about my pleasure not yours, that's why!" and she proceeded to slide a rubber down my already erect penis. "Oh, that's looking good!" she added and then proceeded to tear a second sachet open and slide a second one over my shaft.

"What's going on?" I asked again.

"Be quiet!" she ordered, "I don't want to hear from you again," and a third one was placed over the other two. "Just for good measure," she added.

With that she slipped her panties off, dropped them on my chest, lifted her dress up and dropped right onto my cock.

"Oh Fuck, that feels so good, I've been wanting to do that all day," and she was off, riding me like there was no tomorrow, with her eyes shut and her head thrown back in ecstasy, she was lost in a world of her own pleasure.

For my part, although I could hardly feel anything through the layers of latex, it was such a wonderful sight, watching her pleasure herself in such a way, the gasps and moans only helped make me harder, yet there was no chance of me coming, insulated as I was.

I put my hands around her waist helping to push her deeper but she didn't seem to notice and continued selfishly taking her pleasure. I was just a tool, a toy for her use only but how she enjoyed me! Gasping and shouting as she writhed and bounced on top of me. Before very long reaching a mighty orgasm and yelling, "yes, yes, oh god yessss!" as she arched her back, stiffened and then went limp.

We lay like that for a minute or so whilst she regained her composure, my hard on refusing to shrink away, of course. When I heard her say "Ola Senor, Senora!" I looked above my head and there, looking down on us, was an elderly couple and their dog, clearly out for a late night stroll. They looked down on us horrified, she mumbled something incoherent to him and they shrank away and disappeared back onto the pathway.

"Well, I guess they'll have a story to tell their friends tomorrow," she casually stated as she smoothed her dress and put her knickers back on.

"Christ Honey! How long were they watching?" I asked as I struggled to collect up my clothing from where it had been thrown.

"Not too long," she answered, "maybe my shouts brought them over to check us out."

"Is that why you were being louder than normal, is that what you wanted?"

"Maybe, maybe not, who knows?" she laughed cheekily, "come on get dressed, it's time to be getting back." She looked down at my cock still proud and erect, "maybe you should stay unlocked for our walk home," she added.

What a woman!