Chaperoning Does Not End Well

Temptation calls on wife with cheating husband.

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Chaperoning does not end well

Despite the company I work for having grown into a multinational company, it's still mostly owned and run by its founder. He likes to think of us as one big happy family and has, for quite some time, held a conference every year. He claims he holds it on a tropical island as its central location for all his offices. But I suspected he opened a couple of minor sub offices just to make that true.

Tax men from all over the world would love to declare the trip as a holiday and, therefore, a taxable benefit. But his lawyers fight to ensure his staff doesn't have to pay. In my case, I arrived late on Tuesday afternoon, expecting workshops and meetings for most of Wednesday and Thursday. Leaving Friday and Saturday to relax and fly back on Sunday.

Usually, only some senior managers get to go each year, and the regular staff are semi-randomly picked. I. e. if you went in the last 2 years, you're not on the list to be picked again. The reason I'm here alone after coming without my husband last year is; we'll come back to that.

We arrived, got our baggage and headed out to a coach to take us to our hotel. We waited for our luggage to be loaded, only to discover the coach had 5 fewer places than expected. Leaving me and 4 other staff from my branch without a seat. After a mad run around by the organisers, they arranged for a minibus to collect us, but we'd need to walk 1/4 of a mile to get it.

The other four were Davie and Eric, who worked in my 40 person team, Andy who used to work for me just under 18 months ago and Cleo. Cleo was the reason I was here, but not the reason I was alone. No, that was my husband's fault.

About 2 years ago, I discovered he was having an affair, and I hate to say it, but I was reluctant to confront him.

We generally had a good life together, and I was too cowardly to rock the boat at first. But in December of that year, it came out, and he grovelled and claimed it was over and a mistake and all the usual balls. Which, looking back, was a pile of crap. Two weeks ago, I'd discovered he was having another affair with a different woman.

You might ask why, with all that going on, that I was here. Well, that was down to Cleo. She might be relatively new to my team, but she was the favourite granddaughter of the founder. And very few people were supposed to know that fact.

She'd recently graduated University and had been placed in my team by her grandfather personally. I had a great reputation of building up new staff, teaching them, and then they move on to bigger and better things. It was rare that people worked for me for more than a few years before moving on.

It was quickly apparent that she'd inherited her grandfather's smarts and knew more about the global operation than I did. But she needed to be seen getting experience without favours before she started her meteoric rise to upper management.

She could have been placed on the board, but her grandfather confided in me that she'd had a reputation as a party girl at university. And if not for his lifelong experience in business that he's passed on to her, she might not have qualified. He never actually said it, but implied he knew more about business than any professor in a university.

So, Cleo joined the company and she was struggling to get her head around work vs play. She flirted and would dress a little more provocatively than was good in the office, and it distracted more than a few males. I'd talked to her and she was improving, but I'd no real power over her.

It was made clear to both her and me that my attendance this year on the trip was as her chaperone or minder. Make sure nothing got too out of hand, for she was going to be people's managers in a few years. Old tales about her sleeping around would taint her authority.

Given what I was facing at home, I'd been sleeping in the spare room since I'd discovered my husband's continued infidelity. A few days away might give me the chance to clear my head and think clearly. If nothing else, a little sun and warmth would be appreciated, as I doubted I'd be seeing any of that at home. Whatever I decided, I suspected my husband thought like last time, it would all blow over in a few weeks or a month.

We arrived where we were supposed to and waited in the heat. Unfortunately, there was no shade or shelter as we stood outside a car park waiting for our transport. I wore my usual work attire, which was a white blouse, skirt and low heels, while the others were more casual. Cleo had a small backpack while I held a clutch purse.

As I was wondering just how much longer we'd have to wait, Eric swore under his breath and pointed at the sky. Not that unusual here to get sudden tropical storms with heavy rain, which lasted only minutes. Crap! Cleo pulled her backpack over her head while the guys stood there grumbling.

With no shelter, we discussed running back to the airport, but then we might miss our lift. None of us had any local currency, nor knew the name of the hotel, so a taxi was out. By the time we'd done that, we were already soaked. Then I noticed the other four looking at me oddly. Looking down, I blushed. My white blouse stuck to my skin and was translucent, and my summer weight bra was no better. It was lacy and you could clearly see my areola and nipples through it.

This wasn't good. It would be bad enough for my staff to see me like that, but I'd have a bit of a history with the guys.

The party

The day after I'd confronted my husband about his affair was the day of our company's Christmas party. Normally I'd go for an hour and slope off to see my husband, but I decided that I'd let my hair down a bit and let off some steam. Before going home to sleep in the spare room.

Andy had come into my office to confirm he was being promoted out of my team in a few weeks. I congratulated him and he asked if I'd give him a dance at the party as it was the last time I'd be his manager. I thought that was cheeky, but that was Andy. And probably why the sales department had snapped him up to work for them.

About half way through the night, I was enjoying myself more than usual. Previously, I'd left before everyone was drunk enough to have fun. And I was certainly in that category. Drunker than I'd been for quite some time and laughing and joking with all sorts of people. However, I doubted if I'd make it to midnight when it was due to end.

My boss came up and insisted on a dance, but as everyone was singing and dancing to the Christmas anthems, I accepted. Although it might look bad in other eyes. Anyway, I danced with him, and then others around me. No particular people, except I saw Eric on the edge of the dance floor watching us making fools of ourselves.

I was hot and thirsty, so I begged him for a drink. He picked a glass of champagne from a waitress's tray and handed it over. I'd really wanted a soft drink with lots of ice, but I downed it, and he took the glass away. I invited him to join our group, as he was always a little shy. Over the next hour, both Andy and Davey got me drinks, and despite asking for mineral water, each drink came back with alcohol. Andy and Davey were both rather cheeky and somewhat full of themselves. As young men often are.

Some people were starting to leave as it was getting late, but I was keen to last all night. I wasn't looking forward to getting home and sleeping in the spare room like I'd planned when I left for work. So, when Andy came up to ask for his dance, I only hesitated a moment. Blame the booze or my mood, but we stepped on to the dance floor as one song was ending. Only for a slow song to start and the DJ dimmed the lights on the dance floor.

Andy put his hands on my hips and my hands automatically wrapped around his back. I glanced about, but no one appeared to be watching us. And we had a respectful few inches between us as we started the traditional shuffle around slowly on-the-spot dance. I'd not danced like this since; hell; I can't remember the last time I'd danced, period.

My husband hated dancing and avoided anywhere we might, like the plague. Not wanting his friends to peer pressure, him into dancing with me. But I was trying not to think about him. As a girl, I loved dancing and around about the time I was looking to lose my virginity. This type of dancing was wonderful.

Close enough to a boy without going too far. Wondering if they were going to try to cop-a-feel or rub up against me. And I was just as disappointed as they were when they didn't.

Thinking about this distracted me and it was only when Andy asked for a Christmas kiss, I realised the gap between us was gone. A little earlier in the night, one of the directors, who was far too drunk, produced mistletoe and insisted on a kiss from all the girls. Just on the cheek. But it was a dubious request.

I was thinking about that when Andy reached up and pulled my collar aside a little and kissed the side of my neck where it joined my shoulder. My knees went weak. That was my 5th favourite place to be kissed. I'll leave you to work out the others. Knowing I should stop him, but I couldn't. My husband and I rarely kissed, even when we had sex.

It reminded me of the nearly forgotten days of my youth and doing illicit things for the first time. His kiss moved to my cheek, and I tried to stop him, but he silenced me by kissing my mouth. Before I could pull back, his hands slipped from my hips to squeezing my bum. I barely stifled a moan, as I'd not been touched like that for far too long.

I glanced around the room to see who could see us. But we were in the darkest part of the dance floor and a few other couples blocked the view for most of the room. Except, of course, for Davey and Eric sitting at a table watching. All the things I should do, weren't happening.

I was a colleague and his former boss. We couldn't do anything like this, and I was at least 8 years older than him. And married! I was embarrassed that one came in last on my list, but to be fair, it was hard to concentrate. From the booze and the wonderful feeling in his arms.

His broad chest and strong arms made me feel safe. Which I certainly wasn't right at that moment. I finally regained enough self-control to push him away. He grinned impishly as I told him off, but with no real heat in it. If circumstances were different, who knows? I might have let it go on longer. That gave me a stab of mental anguish that if I didn't forgive my husband, I'd have to start all over again.

Davey stepped in to replace Andy while I was distracted and we were dancing. Unlike Andy, Davey was pressed up against me from the get-go. And in moments, I detected his bulge. My cheeks flushed, but it was oddly reassuring. After I'd turned 30, I'd felt myself getting old. If I was to have to date again, it was good to know I still had what it took.

He was less patient than Andy, as his hands sought my bum in less than a minute and I gave him a look that he shouldn't be doing this. I was his boss. But he deliberately misinterpreted it. Leaning in and planting a kiss on my mouth. I opened my mouth to object, only to have it invaded by his tongue.

Remember I said my husband and I rarely kiss? We'd not kissed like this since we first met. I brought back a flood of memories and emotions. That seemed to rob me of my ability to control him. Things might have worked out differently if he'd been more patient. Instead, I felt a hand brush over my breast. That was too far.

If somebody saw there would be an avalanche of shit to pay for that. I pushed him back, but not enough to cause a scene and draw attention. It was only then that I realised I was upset in case somebody saw us, rather than boss/husband/age things it should have been.

Eric walked up and paused. What the hell. I held my arms out for him to have his slow dance with me. This was the last one I promised myself. But as he engulfed me in his big arms, I felt something shift inside me. Of the three, Eric was the tallest and broadest of chest. He was polite and always a gentleman. If I weren't married, his boss and nearly ten years older than him. I could have seen myself making a pass at him.

We were dancing with my cheek on his shoulder. I saw the others sitting and grinning at us from their table as we shuffled around on-the-spot. When my back was to the others, I felt Eric move his hands from my hips to my bum. And I knew he'd been egged on to do it by the others.

This was bad. I was horny and frustrated, too drunk to make good decisions, and I'd just been thinking of him in terms of a lover. But his gentle massage of my buttocks was too nice to stop him. It couldn't be long until the end of the song.

"Sorry, they made me do it." He whispered to me.

I laughed as he sounded like an 8-year-old and not someone approaching their mid-20s.

"And if they told you to jump off a cliff, would you?"

He grinned and the whiteness of his teeth made me want him to kiss me.

"I saw Davey didn't just touch your bum."

My heart fluttered and madness overtook my mind. Glancing around and making sure Eric was between me and the guys.

"If you're discrete, I might let you too." Why had I said that?

I knew why a moment later as his hand engulfed my breast entirely. I could have pointed out Davey had barely brushed his over my breast, but I didn't want him to stop. Right at that moment, I saw myself grabbing my purse and pulling Eric with me from the room. Booking a room and fucking his brains out all night.

I knew that would be as much in revenge for my husband's actions. But I didn't care. I was too wrapped up in the moment and revelling in long forgotten memories. Until the song ended and the DJ announced the end of the party. We jumped away from each other a moment before the light came up fully.

A few other couples on the dance floor were slower and I swear I saw one where the girl had her hand down the guy's pants. When I looked about, there were only about 20 people left out of at least 300 to start with. I went to grab my purse from the table where Andy and Davey sat.

Andy snatched up my purse as I leant over for it. "Just one last Christmas kiss? To see me on my way to my new job."

What the hell. I leant over and kissed him on the mouth. This time allowing his tongue into my mouth. But I gasped as he grabbed both boobs and gave them a squeeze.

"A little discretion." I admonished, standing up and feeling flushed and a little light-headed.

Luckily, the other two were blocking the view of the remaining guests.

Eric, being Eric, walked me out to get a taxi and with each step, the desire to throw caution to the wind grew. I swear if the taxi had been another 20 feet, I'd have caved and dragged him off to screw his brains out. He kissed my cheek, but I pulled him in for a soul searing deep kiss before leaving him agog on the curb.

When I woke up, I was shocked to find I'd slept in my bed next to my husband. While what I'd done was nothing compared to him. But I wondered if subconsciously I'd let what happened last night happen, as some payback for what my husband had done to me.

We let the matter of his affair drop as we had family duties over Christmas. I didn't want to spoil it for everyone by walking out of my marriage during the holidays. Weeks passed and it seemed impossible to reignite the anger I'd felt at the discovery of the affair, so I let it drop.

Although from time to time, I did think about the party and what might have happened had I chosen the 'eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth' option that night. Payback with a younger hunkier guy. And I had 3 to choose from. Unfortunately all three were now on the trip with me.

The airport

Obviously, all that flashed through my head in moments, but in the meantime, I was standing there effectively topless as my junior gawked at my tits. The realisation made my nipples harden, and without looking, I knew they would be able to see that easily. My clutch purse with my passport and phone was only large enough to cover one breast. I hate to admit, I was getting a buzz from the accidental exposure.

The rain stopped like someone had turned off a tap and the minibus appeared. Embarrassed about more people seeing me like that, I nearly panicked until Cleo stepped in front of me, blocking the view of the others. When ushering me into the back of the mini bus while telling the others to sit in front.

Cleo was grinning at me as I pried my blouse away from my skin and tried wafting it to dry it. But it was still literally dripping. Her solution was to hand me her backpack, and if I lay it along my arm, it was just large enough to cover both breasts. Long enough to get through the check in at the hotel.

Hotel

We had adjoining rooms, and she teased me as we stepped from the elevator. Demanding her bag back and forcing me to walk down the corridor, exposed as I was. Not that there was anyone to see me, but it was still a naughty thrill, in my usually humdrum life.

I was happy to see my bag already in my room and headed into the bathroom and sighed as I saw myself in the wall sized mirror. Despite 20 minutes in an overheated taxi, my blouse and bra did little to hide my breasts. I know I couldn't have done anything about it. Although I might have covered up with my hands.

Why hadn't I? Because it drew attention to me? That was rubbish. My DDs were attention grabbing without a transparent blouse and bra. Perhaps it was that I needed some attention. I'd got sod all at home. That made a little more sense. But in reality, I think it was allowing my memories to flood my mind.

I tended to allow memories to override the now. So, by the time I'd recalled the party, I'd let the guys, and Cleo for some peculiar reason, ogle me. There was some reason, if not a great one, with my 'boys' as I'd labelled them after the party. But I suspected it was my subconscious trying to stop my passively letting what happened with my husband slide again.

I stripped off my blouse and threw it over the shower curtain rail. Already noting the iron in the bedroom. My bra was rather flimsy and not one I usually wore for work stuff. In fact, I rarely wore that one at all. Lacy and with barely any support for boobs like mine. But some part of me thought a lightweight bra in such a hot climate was a good idea.

Again, I was second guessing my choice now. OK, I could never have known I'd end up soaked and a runner-up in a wet t-shirt contest. But; I paused. Yeah, I wanted to feel better. Feel appreciated and even a little sexy. Sexy was not something I'd felt at home for far too long. Not through anything I'd done or not done. My husband...

Again, something I wanted to put off for another day. So, I slipped off the bra and added it to the rail, then smiled into the mirror. Now that was a sight I knew the boys would love. I ate healthy and exercised religiously. I liked a drink, but in moderation most of the time. My boobs were in good condition and, if anything, they and my arse were larger and tighter than they'd been a decade ago.

I finished undressing and found black shorts and a black t-shirt in my bag. Regretting that I'd only brought one bra with me. The idea of no bra was kinda wicked. A knock at the door confused me, as it wasn't the main door. Then I saw the connecting door to Cleo's room and opened it. She stood there grinning.

"Fancy checking out the facilities?"

She was wearing the same as me, but in white. And her lack of a bra was more obvious than mine. I hoped. With luck, guys would be looking at her rather than me. We went through reception and down a corridor towards the pool area. It had the usual hotel shop with snacks, drinks, magazines and tourist crap. But the other shops were more upmarket. Brand names that probably charged triple what they would elsewhere.

We stopped to look through the window of one with designer bikinis, with the prices conspicuously absent. Cleo tapped on a sign at the door saying 25% discount for members of our conference. So just expensive instead of ridiculously expensive.

Outside were a couple of pools and plenty of sun beds and tables with sun umbrellas. Cleo stopped a waiter and ordered a pair of cocktails and sat at an empty table.

A rather harassed conference organiser appeared and asked if we were part of the conference. Ticked our names off a long list and handed out laminated cards with the company name and an id number. Explaining we could use them to order food and drinks. But nothing excessive, otherwise we'd be expected to repay all the charges. He also said to use them for store discounts. Then said there were informal welcoming drinks at this pool between 7 and 10 that evening.

When our drinks arrived, I was sure the drinks were strong, but I was hot and thirsty. Before I knew it, I'd finished it, and Cleo had ordered a 2nd before I could stop her. I wasn't used to day drinking

After a 3rd drink, I could have done without, I declared I was going back to my room to cool off and I was surprised Cleo came with me. However, she insisted we browse the shops first. I admitted I'd not brought a bikini and Cleo insisted on buying me one. In one shop, she handed me a bundle of straps instead of a bikini and I frowned. Then she pointed to a photo, and I realised it was a bikini of sorts. Only there were straps without any material to cover anything. Just an empty area emphasising your nudity.

I blushed and Cleo said it would be hot to wear that in public. The thought partially scared me, as some small part of me liked the idea. I vetoed that choice, as I thought she might be serious. So, she picked another bikini that was still more revealing than I was comfortable with. But she said I'd used my one and only veto. She took two identical white bikinis to the counter, and I was trying to find an excuse not to buy it.

But she pointed out that her trust fund income dwarfed what she earned from her job. I picked up a chiffon sarong, needing something to cover up, and she snatched it from me and added it to the bill. She handed me my stuff at our rooms and went into her room.

I held it up in front of the bathroom mirror and decided it was too small. It might be OK on her, but my bigger boobs needed more support and more coverage. Especially at a work conference. If Andy, Davey and Eric saw me in that, on top of my accidental wet t-shirt flash. They'd definitely get the wrong idea. I'd sneak back to the shop and see about swapping it for something more suitable.

Unfortunately, I was just drunk enough to relive the Christmas party again. This time where I didn't get into the taxi alone. A knock on the connecting door drew me from my reverie. I opened it to see Cleo in the bikini and looked cute and sexy.

"You've not tried it on?" She seemed upset and wouldn't listen when I made my excuses.

Instead, she tugged off the tag from the bikini, destroying my chance to return it. Then tugged my t-shirt up and off.

"Wow! Even better in the flesh." she said, and I blushed.

I'd spent too much time at the gym not to be comfortable naked around other naked women. But I was feeling a little comfortable under Cleo's gaze. It reminded me more of my 'boys' as I thought of Eric, Davey, and Andy.

But she quickly helped me tie the straps of the bikini and, I had to admit, while it exposed more than I'd like. It wasn't as extreme as I feared. Although I'd have to be careful, I'd not pop out if I jumped about in it. I was still looking at myself in the mirror, psyching myself up so that I could wear this outside. When Cleo unsnapped my shorts and wrestled them off me.

I chuckled as she dragged my panties down. Feeling a little weird at being stripped like that. The last person to do that was a former boyfriend and we'd spend hours after fucking like maniacs. I felt myself start to moisten and hoped she'd not notice and get the wrong impression.

I hate bikini bottoms with ties as it's hard to get them even and tight enough to stay on, but easy enough to pull down without untying them. Cleo was an expert and in no time, we stood posing side by side in the mirror. She wasn't much more than 5 feet, while I was 7 inches taller. She was blonde while I had brunette hair that hung to the middle of my back.

"Now what? It's a few hours before the 7 pm evening drinks."

"I'm not planning on going early and I really need something to eat." The food on the plane was horrible, and I'd missed breakfast in a rush to get to the airport."

She ordered a pair of club sandwiches from room service and flirted with the local young man who delivered it.

Conference

Luckily, my clothes were dry by the time we were going to go down for the informal drinks. So, I ran the iron over then and chuckled at Cleo's pouting about having to dress like for work. Despite pointing out she couldn't attend in her bikini. The drinks were uneventful except when we bumped into my 'boys'. I refer to my staff as my boys and girls, so it seemed natural to call them that.

Andy being Andy had to push it by saying he preferred how I'd looked last time. Causing me to blush. After an hour, I declared I was headed up to bed and was surprised when Cleo said she'd come with me. That caused the boys to tease her. She replied that she was supposed to stick with me. And then in a high-pitched little girl voice added.

"And mommy says it's bedtime."

As we headed to the lifts, I told her she could have stayed. She said with her grandfather there she had to go out of her way to pretend to be good.

In the morning, everyone had to attend the first session but were split up into separate tracks for different types of jobs. I was in track D while Cleo was in track H. Or as I teased her, about the slackers track as it only had about 2/3rd of the workshops.

When I finished for the day towards 5pm, I hunted down Cleo, and as expected, she was at the pool in her skimpy bikini. Lying face down with her top untied, and I had to admit her bum looked good enough to take a bite out of. She was looking a little pink, and I asked if she'd put on sunscreen.

"Don't nag, mom," she complained sarcastically. "Go change and you can put some sunscreen on if you have to."

Even wearing a sarong, I felt awkward walking through the hotel and found Eric chatting with Cleo. She was sitting up with her top fastened. I was almost surprised to see. Eric looked over and did a double take. Then gave me a look that made me feel good and reduced my doubts about the bikini.

"Show him the rest." Cleo said.

God, I was supposed to be the boss, yet she gets quite bossy.

I removed the sarong and did a twirl.

"You look marvellous," Eric said, then hastily added. "You both do." He looked flustered and hurried off.

"I think he has a thing for you."

I shrugged, trying to pretend it wasn't a big thing. While internally, I was pleased. She rolled over and untied her bikini before laying down. I saw a flash of boob before she lay flat and realised, she was teasing some guys sitting nearby.

As I started to rub the sunscreen on her back, she squirmed around and made exaggerated sounds of pleasure, promptly doubling the size of our audience. I'd have slapped her backside if I didn't think she'd enjoy it. I took the other sunbed and set it up so I could read my book.

When a waiter approached to see if we wanted anything, she ordered a pair of cocktails. But I changed it as I was planning on using the gym later. It was a surprise that she said she'd come with me and changed the order to soft drinks.

We used the gym and dined together, sharing a bottle of wine. But she insisted on a second bottle we could share on my balcony. I asked her about plans for Friday and Saturday.

"I was hoping to try scuba diving or swimming with sharks."

That didn't appeal to me, but we weren't glued at the hip.

Over breakfast, Eric came over and asked if we'd decided what to do on Friday and Saturday. He and the others were joining a hiking tour that took them up into the hills. Camping out in the forest overnight and visiting some spectacular view and lots of waterfalls and stuff. We admitted we'd not decided yet.

However, at lunch time Cleo and I got calls to meet her grandfather. He was obviously checking up on her, and I had to fill him in. When he asked her plans for the weekend, she admitted her plan of scuba or sharks was abandoned, as the water was too bloody cold. When he asked me, I remembered Eric's plan and suggested that. Better than admitting to wanting to do nothing by the pool.

After we left him, I found Eric and asked for more details. He showed me a flyer at reception and was sure there was space on the trip. It was only the three of them and a few others he didn't know. He'd call and arrange it. That evening he confirmed we were on the tour and about 20 of us went out to explore the town and experience the local colour.

We stayed out later than I expected as we hit a few bars after our meal. I was glad I could have a bit of a sleep-in the next morning. Luckily, I kept my alcohol down, not fancying sweating it out in the day's heat tomorrow.

Trip

We were supposed to be at the tour office at 11am and after a late breakfast on Friday, I headed to my room to get ready. The tour company provided lunch, dinner and breakfast, and would provide a small backpack with a towel, soap, toilet paper, and water bottles.. We were recommended to pack light, as we had to carry everything ourselves. We were advised on a hat and sunglasses and protein bars or similar.

As there were pools, we could swim in on the trip. Obviously, the bikini was needed. Although Andy, Davey, and Eric had all seen Cleo and me in them already. I still felt awkward around them in so little. I had a pair of cargo pants that had more pockets than most of my home wardrobe combined. They were lightweight and breathable, and best of all, I could detach the legs from below the knee to make long shorts.

On top, I had one of my favourite linen blouses. Loose fit and breathable, along with being super comfy. I added trainers and short socks, then entered the bathroom. With no bathroom or showers on the tour, I realised all I needed was my travel toothbrush. In the bedroom, I grabbed my bra and fresh panties, then paused.

Remembering the embarrassing incident at the airport. When my blouse and bra got when they were transparent. I'd be better off with the bikini. Neither offered much support, but the bikini didn't go see through. So, I tossed the bra aside and stuffed my panties and toothbrush in a pocket. Added a small bottle of sun lotion and a cheap paperback novel.

Cleo knocked on the door and I put on my baseball cap, shades and, leaving my phone on-charge, I left the room. She was in a thin t-shirt, showing her bikini through it and tight shorts. After we picked up some protein bars and peanut M&M's, we went to find the tour office.

It was easy to find as Eric, Davey, and Andy were waiting outside. We headed up the stairs to discover we were going to be the only people on the tour. The other 3 had cancelled as the forecast was changeable. We were given our packs and three tough water bottles straight from the freezer, not frozen but icy cold. The tour guy told us there was a waterproof cover for the packs in the top. We should cover the packs ASAP if we wanted to keep our stuff dry. I wasn't about to put my panties into it as the others could see, but I split the protein bars with Cleo.

Andy produced a case of canned rum and coke, and we laughed. When he suggested we split it between us, I said it was his idea, so he should carry them. His face was priceless as the others agreed with me, teasing him. Then we relented, and they got 5 each while I took the remaining 4.

Outside was an ancient minibus driven by an elderly woman, and we met our guides. One in his 50s and the other barely more than 18. They gave us their names, but I struggled with their accents. We drove for a while and then turned off the road, apparently into someone's driveway. But we drove past the house along the side of a field. Stopping at the base of the hills, we got out, checked our gear and followed the older guide.

I decided to call him guide and the other porter as he had a huge and heavy backpack. Guide warned us that the start of the hike was the worst, as it was a long time going uphill. The path dog-legged back and forth up the side of the hill. That started to feel more like a mountain with every turn. I followed Guide and Cleo behind me, then the boys and Porter followed up the rear.

The view was breath-taking, and I mentioned it to Cleo, who laughed. She agreed, but suggested that she and the boys were more interested in how great my arse looked in my cargo pants. I blushed a little at her checking me out, but then I recalled when she'd insisted I try on the bikini she bought me, she saw me naked. At the time, I felt a little flutter in my stomach and lower from the look of interest on her face.

After 2 hours of constant climbing, Guide called a halt and said the hard bit was over. Thank God for that! I looked at the others and felt a bloom of pride that religiously sticking to my static bike classes had paid off so well. Cleo was over 10 years younger than me, and she was pink and very sweaty. The 'boys', only a few years older than her, weren't much better.

Then I looked at our guide and he wasn't even sweating, and he was at least 15 years older than me. When Porter put his giant backpack down, he wasn't sweating either, and his pack looked to weigh at least 100 pounds. But I suppose if you're used to the heat and walk this trail regularly, you get used to it.

We were handed out sandwiches and spicy veggie samosas. Along with a choice of Coke, Fanta, 7UP or water. All still icy cold from the freezer a few hours ago. While the others sat on the ground, I stayed standing, not wanting my legs to tighten up from the exercise. Next to us was a large concrete cistern that the guide explained collected water runoff from the hills. It was piped it to a treatment plant for the island's drinking water.

Cleo started to take off her t-shirt, exposing her bikini. Until I pointed out she'd get burned without gallons of sunscreen. So, she left it on and rolled it up under her breasts and pulled the cloth into a loose knot. That actually seemed like a good idea, and I unbuttoned my blouse. Causing the 'boys' to hum the stripper theme music. I chuckled and pointed out I had a bikini underneath. I quickly rolled it up and tied it loosely under my bust. Pleased again my exercise regimen kept me fit.

When we set off again, the path was wide enough for us to walk two abreast. Because there was only one path. The two locals went first, and Cleo and I followed up the rear. She said we were owed time to look at their arses for a bit.

We let the others get a little ahead so we could talk and not have them overhear if we mentioned her grandfather. Cleo dropped quite a bombshell by saying that Davey and Eric had just been offered jobs working in Andy's department. I felt a stab of annoyance that my staff were being pinched again, but I should be used to it. So, I'd be recruiting again and starting from scratch.

But it reminded me of that Christmas party. And how close I'd come to doing something I'd regret. Although thinking about it, if I had then I almost certainly wouldn't be facing what I was when I got home. But I was trying really hard to ignore that situation for as long as I could.

Waterfalls

Just because we were over the hard bit of the tour didn't mean we'd given up still going uphill. This time, however, we were following the winding path between volcanic hills. Heavily forested and steep. On one side of the path or the other were flowing streams, and several times we had to cross sturdy wooden bridges as the water swapped sides of the path.

Every so often we'd see another water course joining from the hillside and often in short waterfalls. On the main body of water, we'd occasionally see larger waterfalls into deeper pools. It was pretty, and I was glad we were often walking under the shadows of the trees to keep some of the day's heat off us.

As we walked, we talked and inevitably the reason my husband wasn't there came up and without meaning to, I told her more about my private life than I should have. She was supportive and suggested we should find some way for me to give him some payback. Hinting about the others. I laughed it off as I was trying to avoid thoughts like that.

But a few hours later, my feet were sore, I was hot, and the constant running water left me wanting a pee. We were passing a particularly inviting pool when Cleo stopped and demanded a break. Striping off her shorts and t-shirt and jumping into the water. Andy and Davey were seconds slower before they splashed into the water.

I saw our guides talking, and the leaders stepped up to the edge of the water. He told us the campsite was about another hour along the path. Provided we didn't move to one of the previous pools we'd already passed, we could stay there for a few hours if we wished.

I asked about the bathroom and got a grin. He explained, provided we stayed close to the path we could enter the forest to relieve ourselves. But to look out for insects and stuff before squatting. Making sure to be in line of sight of the others. I said I was hoping for privacy, and he laughed. Correcting himself and said within calling distance would do. If we had an accident, there was no way to signal in the hills as there were no mobiles or radios that worked.

Eric stripped down to board shorts and dove into the water expertly. The locals said they'd head on to set up the camp and to enjoy ourselves. Leaving me standing on the path and everyone else in the water waiting for me. As I untied the knot on my blouse, I felt like a stripper on stage in front of an audience. It was a shock to find the idea appealed, even if I'd never actually do it.

As I slipped off my cargo pants, I felt awkward despite them all seeing me in the bikini before. Hell, Cleo had seen me naked. Now as I leant forward to pull a foot from the pants, I was aware of how little the top covered as my heavy breasts swung about.

Unlike the others I slipped into the water slowly and ladylike. Which didn't last long as Eric had brought a foam rubber football about 1/2 real size, and we were playing toss and keep away. However, I think that was just an excuse to rub up against each other. A game that Cleo embraced fully. Rubbing up against the guys and myself often as her short stature made her the person in the middle most often.

The pool was fed by a low waterfall only a few feet above the water and emptied over a stone ridge to a smaller pool. So, it was inevitable that the ball would be thrown too hard, and it was swept away. Andy offered to go after it, but Eric reminded us of what the guides said, and to forget about it.

So, the guys did what guys do around pretty girls and tried to impress us by diving into the pool. However, after Eric proved he was head and shoulders above the others, they decided the biggest splash was more important. That was when Cleo decided to join in.

She tried a few cannon ball jumps, then asked Andy and Davey to help her get higher. I laughed hard as she squealed as they manhandled her to the ground. Grabbed her arms and legs and swung her back and forth. Finally releasing her to flail around as she sailed 6 feet over the water and hit it hard. I thought I was going to wet myself I was laughing so hard.

She surfaced spluttering and like a toddler and shouted 'again'. The second throw was higher, but she landed closer to the bank and didn't resurface at once. Eric, who had been near me, moved quickly towards her in worry. Only to have her explode from the water laughing.

Eric and the others froze as they saw her bikini top had shifted and exposed both bountiful BB cup breasts. Without tan lines I noted for some reason. She grinned at me, and I cleared my throat and gestured to her chest. She looked down and shrugged.

"Their only boobs, guys, and not even that big. Wait until you see her boobs."

"What?" I asked in shock.

"Well, I think it's your turn to be thrown into the water." She waded through the water to me, and I noted did not adjust her top.

"I'm not doing that." I said as she stopped at my side.

"Why?"

"It's not appropriate. These guys work for me."

"Andy doesn't, and the other two will be gone in a few weeks. Let your hair down and have fun. I know they'd all prefer to see your big boobs rather than mine."

"Not happening." I replied.

She leant in close, and I felt her hand on my stomach to steady herself. "I wouldn't mind seeing them again myself."

I blinked in surprise then squealed in shock as she tugged the knot of my top at the back. With astonishing speed she'd untied it and yanked it away from my chest. Exposing my breasts to the gobsmacked trio. And a very smug Cleo was wrestling my top off as I tried to stop her.

It took far too many seconds for my brain to get in gear and bend my knees to lower my tits under the water. Giving Cleo a chance to get away and toss my top to Andy.

"We've got a new 'ball' to play with." She called out.

I very nearly pulled rank and declared my seniority on them. But I knew it wouldn't cow Cleo, and I didn't want the others sulking for the rest of this trip. Besides all three guys had groped my bum, kissed me and fondled my tits to some extent at the Christmas party. It gave me a much-needed boost to the ego to see they were so keen to see my old lady tits. OK, that wasn't fair. At 34 my DDs were still firm.

'From under usage' my libido added from the cheap seats. They'd certainly see little action in the last couple of years. I dismissed that thought, and we played. Me keeping low in the water, but Cleo was going out of her way to flash her smaller tits and rub up against all of us.

Having another girl's hard nipples scrape against me was a strange experience and a little disturbing that I kinda liked it.

However, the water was cold, and my bladder reminded me I needed to pee. I persuaded Eric to return my top, and I put it on and climbed out of the pool. Which was tricky as the bank was steep and muddy. I just knew that 4 pairs of eyes would be glued to my arse in the tiny bottoms. As I stood and turned to check, I saw them all gawking.

"Great arse." Cleo yelled.

Discovery

Remembering what our guides had said I made it about 30 feet into the forest. Looking very carefully where I put my hands and feet. The undergrowth was thick and about 3 feet high, so when I squatted, I was hidden from view.

I pulled my bottoms down to my ankles and tried to relax. I'd needed to pee for ages, and it seemed to just keep coming. I jumped when I heard a noise and noticed Eric was about 15 feet away. Not looking at me and seemingly unaware I was there. He fumbled at his waist, and I realised he was going to do the same thing as me.

Only he kept looking back at the others and moving as if to ensure they couldn't see him from the pool. But he was coming closer. I came up with about 10 things I should do but couldn't decide which until he was close enough that I could see his dick.

And it was hard. He wasn't there to pee, he was going to wank. That realisation hit at about the same time he saw me.

"Seriously." I whispered to him. Struggling to pull my bottoms up. Knowing he'd just seen my pussy, and secretly, I loved it.

"Sorry." He replied and tried to hide it. "But can you blame me? Between you and Cleo I'm about to explode. I'd never live it down if the others saw how hard I was." I was pretty sure Cleo would be very happy about it.

I was a little more conflicted about it. I was married, and his boss, although both of those things might be changing soon. And I couldn't deny, at least to myself, that I'd wondered about what Eric was packing since the party.

I've no idea why I did what I did next. I wasn't going to scold him for something guys are pathologically addicted to.

"Fine, you do it and I'll keep watch." I blushed as he smirked. "I didn't mean watch that; I meant look out for the others."

I moved to a tree, checked nothing was on the trunk and leant against it. Peeking around to see where the others were. The guys were standing close to each other, and Cleo was standing in front of them with her arms crossed under her boobs. I couldn't hear what they were saying.

I glanced back and jumped as Eric was about 3 feet behind me and wanking the nicest looking dick I'd ever seen in person. I realise it was just my mood at the time, but I was practically gushing at watching him wank. Something of a fetish of mine that was unfortunately, rarely exercised. Heard a sound from the pool and I turned to see Cleo was closer to them and; fuck! Was she grabbing their junk under the water?

"Can I see your bum?" Eric said, and I turned shocked at the question.

"Why?" came out instead of no.

"Because I've seen pretty much everything else and it will help my fantasise about you properly."

Definitely a no-no having a junior member of staff fantasising about their boss, but at that moment I loved the idea. Without giving myself a chance to think it through, I hooked my thumbs into the bottoms and lowered them just enough to show off my arse.

I prayed he couldn't see lower as I was positively dripping.

"What the?" I asked in shock as his hand pressed against my bum.

"Shush!" We don't want to get caught.

"What gave you the impression you could touch my arse?"

"I did it at that party. You didn't mind."

"Not the same circumstances. We were fully dressed, and your dick wasn't out and hard."

"Oh, it was hard, I promise you that."

God, it felt good. However, as I shifted slightly, I felt the tip brush against my skin, and I was flooded with very bad ideas. I felt like I was right on the precipice and all it would take is a little pressure from his mighty dick and I'd be lost.

Then I hear Cleo say she needed a pee break. I panicked. I couldn't be found like this. Half naked with a guy who reported to me, wanking over my exposed arse. I should pull my bikini up and sneak off leaving Eric to get caught.

But an insanely strong sense of jealousy hit me. Not if, but when she saw him. I knew she'd offer to help. And do more than let him look at her bum. She'd still not put her tits away for God's sake. This was my erection, and I should be the one to deal with it. Yeah, I can look back now and admit this was a terrible idea, but at that moment, in those circumstances. And with my mind a mess over everything at home.

I yanked up my bottoms and spun around, dropping to my knees and snatching it from his hand.

"Not a word to anyone." I said and sank my mouth over it.

Just because I rarely did this to my husband anymore didn't mean I'd forgotten what to do. When I was younger I had happy, and well sucked boyfriends. The fact I'd not go all the way was made up for, and balanced by my, ok I'll admit, eagerness to suck off my dates.

"I'm gonna..." He whispered and was shooting into my mouth a second later.

Whoa, that was quick. I'm good but not that good. He must have been right on the edge before I started. I stood and wiped at my mouth and caught Cleo grinning at me from the path. She might not have seen what I done exactly, but it wasn't hard to imply from context.

She walked further down the path and stepped into the forest. I told Eric to wait a minute before returning and I hurried out of the undergrowth and back to the pool. Feeling a little dread over Cleo knowing what I'd done.

She might work for me, but if it came to trouble, and it came to her or me leaving the company, there was no question it would be me. Hell, I knew she had a big enough trust fund not to need to work. But she did it for her grandfather's sake. So, blackmailing me for a promotion was pointless, when with a call she could be a director of the company. And she had hinted I should let my hair down.

Well, I'd done that, and more. Eric returned and gave me a smile that shattered the fear gathering around my heart. I'm not going to spout love or any crap like that, but it changed what might be considered a seedy encounter in the forest to something more. Or that was just my libido rewarding me for finally doing something for it.

Cleo returned, with her bikini back in place, finally. She asked if we could continue at the pool or head to the campsite. A sudden boom of thunder rocked the air, and we all jumped. Even Andy squealed like a little girl in shock and the others teased him.

Barely had the rolling boom of thunder passed when we were hit by a torrential downpour. It was like the biggest and heaviest sprinkler system on the planet. Which I suppose it was. But I was rushing for the bank and scrambling out. Cleo looked surprised.

"The packs, we need to put the rain covers over them."

The three guys scrambled from the water as Cleo, and I covered our packs. But the clothes we'd discarded on the ground were soaked already. So, I simply put mine back on and draped my blouse and pants through the straps and started towards the campsite. And hopefully warm and dry tents.

The temperature must have dropped at least 10 degrees with the rain, and while not cold it wasn't nice. The noise of the thunder and flashes of lightning overhead was impressive but made it impossible to talk. I was in the lead with Eric behind, then Cleo and Andy. With Davey at the rear. I couldn't help thinking if Eric was imagining my bum naked as I walked on and struggled not to add a swing to my hips.

The guides had been a little misleading in their estimate the camp was an hour away as I guessed it was closer to two hours for us. But the walk levelled out as we got close and I realised the camp was in the saddle between the two steep hills on either side.

When I say camp, it was just the path widened to about 20 feet and had a small stream on either side. The hills were heavily wooded and rose perhaps 200 feet above us. The guides stood waiting for us covered in clear plastic ponchos. Basically, a clear plastic sheet with a hood glued on.

The guide said that saving our clothes and walking in our swimming gear was a good idea until I pointed out our clothes were all wet. Porter was more useful and handed us each a small plastic packet with our own ponchos. We couldn't get any wetter, but he explained it wasn't about keeping the rain off but warming up.

The storm was rather frightening, and the flashes and booms of thunder were really close. Then suddenly it felt like all the hairs on my body stood up and there was a blindingly bright flash. The boom was deafening and instantaneous. I had an after image burned into my eye of lightning hitting a tree on the top of the hill next to us.

Eric was moving again. He grabbed Cleo, and me and pushed us down. Using his bulk to shield us as debris fell from the sky. He grunted as something hit him, but mostly it was splinters of charred wood. I looked for the others to find them all face down with their hands over their heads and more wood landed.

"That was quick thinking." I told Eric in a surprisingly calm voice.

"I saw nature programs about trees struck by lightning and it's one of the reasons you don't shelter under a tree in a lightning storm. The shrapnel can kill you."

He sat up and winced. I saw a lump of wood about twice the size of my fists on the ground. So, I quickly lifted his poncho to check his back. The poncho was undamaged, but he'd have a bruise by the morning.

The guides were unsure what to do. Should we stay in the open or hunker down on the edge of the forest? As we discussed it, I saw another giant fork of lightning come down and the boom was about 2 seconds later. A few seconds after that the rain went from torrential to just regular rain. Almost like the thunder had shaken most of the water from the clouds.

It felt like the storm was lessening, but looking back where we'd come from, we could see more lightning in the distance. I just wanted to crawl into a tent and rest, but our guides refused to let us put the tents up. The metal poles might draw the lightning and we'd be toast. Fuck!

So, what were we going to do? There was a tarpaulin over the fire pit that Porter carefully moved to drain off the collecting water and a stack of wood for the fire under another tarpaulin. A large plastic storage box, the kind of thing you put gardening tools in when you don't have the room for a shed. It held tents and sleeping gear along with the food and cooking stuff.

We asked if we could walk out before it got dark, but the answer was no. The guides argued for a bit. The younger one said we should light a big fire, while the older wanted to conserve the wood for other tours. The younger one won and had everyone holding the tarpaulin over the fire at chest height so he could light the fire enough the rain wouldn't put it out.

As the fire took hold, I pulled the front of my poncho up and held it in my teeth to avoid it catching on fire. And to dry me out with the heat. The others followed suit, and we must have looked odd to any passing alien. Bare bellied to the fire but otherwise covered in wet plastic.

It was getting dark fast and instead of the food they expected to cook for us, we ended up with canned soup and bread. Nobody wanted to try to poach sausages as the rain filled the frying pan during cooking. Luckily Andy remembered the cans of rum and coke, so it took the edge off even if they were warm by then.

We discussed how we were going to sleep, and Eric had the best suggestion. We'd split into two groups each would sit back to back with the others on a tarpaulin. Laying down would put too much of our bodies in the mud and sap our strength. He'd drape his poncho over Cleo and me to form a sort of tent. Sitting on the cold muddy ground on the tarpaulin wasn't comfortable, but we quickly warmed up with the shared body heat.

When Cleo slumped to one side after falling asleep, I had us link arms to keep us mostly upright. It certainly wasn't turning into the trip I'd expected. The worst thing I thought might be flying insects and sunburn. Not worrying about exploding trees and potential drowning, if I lay down.

Morning

When I woke, I was surprised to find myself spooning behind Cleo and Eric behind me. I don't remember removing our ponchos and covering us with them. It was light but still early, and I was relieved to see clear skies. Eric slipped out from under the covers, and I saw him joining the line of the other guys 'watering' the edge of the forest.

That poked me into realising I was desperate for the loo. I'm not sure if I have a small bladder, but it goes from ok, to you have to pee now, really quickly. I jumped up and rushed to the other side of the path and yanked my bikini bottoms down and peed letting out a sigh of satisfaction.

Earning a few chuckles from the guys peering back over their shoulders at me. Ok that was embarrassing 5 guys watching me pee. I couldn't stop and it gave me a weird buzz that so many men were looking at my pussy at the same time. Perhaps I did have a stripper fetish lurking in there somewhere.

Cleo stood stretched, looked at them and then me. Walked over and casually slipped off her bottoms, with her back to the men. Then turned and squatted. I gave her a questioning look.

"When I was a girl, I had to pee outside one time and pulled my panties down like you. I thought I was clever but when I stood up, I realised I'd just peed into my underwear, it wasn't nice. I chuckled. Grabbed a leaf to wipe and stood. Taking just a few moments too long to pull my bottoms up. Knowing it was wicked to tease the guys.

Cleo over balanced and plopped onto the wet ground swearing. I helped her up, but by the time she'd wiped herself down the men were all staring at her naked pussy and arse. Which didn't faze her at all. I had to wonder if she'd done that on purpose.

The older guide gave us a choice. We could stop for breakfast, which would take a while as the wood was damp. Or we could break camp and hike out now and get back to our hotel and hot showers and better food sooner. I wanted my morning coffee but agreed with the majority to head out.

Which didn't go well. About 30 minutes into the hike, we got to the ravine with the rope bridge. Or in this case no rope bridge. There were 4 sturdy stone and concrete pillars in pairs on either side of the ravine. Which was about 30 feet across and the same deep. One of the pillars was partially shattered with scorch marks. Each pillar had a little flag pole, and it looked like it had attracted that giant fork of lightning I'd seen last night.

The bridge hung down from our side of the ravine and Porter leant over to say it looked like it reached the river below. He suggested we could climb down it and follow the river. It might require some wading or swimming, but we could get out that way.

Cleo and Davey rejected it as they were both afraid of heights. I wasn't too keen on them either. Again, the guides discussed what to do, so I suggested that they go for help, and we'd return to the campsite. That way I'd get my coffee, wasn't the excuse I gave. The guides agreed, but didn't know how long it would take them to get help.

Telling us if nobody had come for us by noon, we should make our way back the way we'd come. Keep to the path and we'd meet up with someone sooner or later. But not to wait longer than noon. Otherwise, we might not get out before dark. And if that came, they'd need rescuing themselves.

Back at the camp we were all busy. Eric was using a machete to get dryer wood from inside the larger logs. Andy and Davey were hunched over the fire, trying to get sparks to light the kindling. Cleo was putting coffee in the pot in anticipation, and I was figuring out what we could cook.

After a heroic amount of bacon sandwiches with fried eggs leaking out the sides. Cleo said she wanted to clean up. There was another pool about 100 yards back down the trail. She took her soap and wandered off. Followed by Andy and Davey. I hung back and laid out my clothes and hers on the tarpaulin. Hoping the growing heat of the day would dry them out.

Eric copied me and I wondered if he hoped for more of what happened yesterday. I still couldn't quite believe what we'd done.

"So, when were you going to tell me you and Davey were turning traitors and abandoning my department." I was joking. Mostly.

"Sorry, we only found out on Monday and haven't had the official offer letter yet."

I knew that was how it worked and grabbed my soap and towel before heading towards the others.

Pool

To say the pool looked uninvited was an understatement. It was brown with mud and reminded me of a milky coffee. But the other three were already in the water.

"I'm not sure how clean you're gonna get." I joked. Not realising how prophetic that statement was.

"I'm dirty and gritty from sleeping on the ground." Cleo said.

"Definitely a dirty girl." Andy said in a stage whisper that caused us all to laugh. And Cleo gave him a cheeky wink.

Feeling less than clean myself I slipped into the water and gasped at how cold it was. Which should have been obvious. As I started to wash myself Cleo looked down at her bikini top.

"Crap, I think the mud is staining this."

I was pretty sure it wasn't, as mine was the same material. I looked down and when I looked back up, I realised what she intended as she threw it on to the bank and stood topless in the pool again. I should have known she'd push it. She'd lost her top a little too eagerly yesterday.

Then Andy, true to form, did an Andy.

"Mine too." He said and ducked down in the water. Coming back up with his swimming shorts. Which he tossed on the bank next to her top.

Davey, never one to miss out on mischief, followed suit, tossed his aside a moment later. Cleo chuckled and nearly vanished under the water, emerging with her bottoms in hand and throwing them on the growing pile. I looked at Eric and he shrugged and tossed his on top.

They all looked at me in anticipation. Part of me wanted to play along, but everything else wanted me to hold back.

"Come on, we all saw you topless yesterday. And you can't see anything below the waist in this water."

If I'd been thinking more clearly with parts of my body above my waist, I'd have still said no. But I wasn't. I remembered the looks on their faces yesterday and the look on Eric's face as he shot his load into my mouth.

"This is never to be talked about again." I said and slipped off my bikini and threw both parts into the pile.

Feeling naked and vulnerable, but more alive than I could remember feeling in the last 10 years.

For a moment we stood awkwardly in a five person Mexican standoff. Each of us was waiting for the others to do something. Naturally Cleo was the instigator again.

"It's OK." She said, coming up to me. Reaching around me to squeeze my bum.

I tried not to react and let the others know what she was doing. That lasted about 2 seconds as her other hand came up and cupped my breasts. Tweaking my aching hard nipple. My gasp was quickly joined by those of my 'boys'.

"Fuck me." Davey said.

"No thanks mate." Andy shot back.

I looked at Eric, feeling embarrassed that Cleo was groping me in front of them. But doing nothing to stop her.

"You can't pretend you don't like this. After all you sucked Eric off yesterday."

"What?", "Mate, why didn't you tell us?" The other two said.

"It was private." Eric said.

"Not that private if I saw you. Or I should say I saw just the ending." She wiped her lips mirroring what I'd done immediately after he'd cum in my mouth.

She moved over to Andy and Davey, reaching out under the water.

"Isn't it nicer without your trunks in the way?" She said,

Their reply was to reach for her tits. And Eric waded to me and kissed me. One of my hands went around his neck and the other snaked between us to grasp his hard dick. I shivered, but not from the cold water. Any chance that we'd stop here shrank to nearly nothing as his hands grabbed my bum and ground his erection against my abdomen

Cleo gasped, and we looked over to see both men sucking on her tits and it looked like she was wanking both of them. She was looking me in the eye and something flipped in my head. And up ticked my competitive side I'd worked hard to repress. I moved Eric until he was behind me and pulled his hands to my tits. Reminding her mine were bigger.

My hand pressed behind me and I pressed his erection down between my cheeks. Unable to stop myself moaning at how good it felt.

"Not here." Cleo said. "Not in this muddy water." She pushed away from the men and scrambled up onto the bank. "I think we should head back to the camp and finish this there."

She snatched up all our clothes and ran off. The others looked at me as if I knew what was going on, but I shrugged. Getting out of the pool was hard and Eric had to pull me as the others put a hand on each buttock to push me.

It was hard to believe we were all naked like this and I wanted to cover up. But I embraced my inner stripper and revelled in their hard erections swinging out in front of them as we walked back to the camp. Cleo was there kneeling on the tarpaulin and playing with her breasts and pussy.

"All three of you." She said and pointed in front of her. "I'm gonna suck you all."

Eric looked at me for permission and I could have laughed. Like I'd really stop him from this young hottie, lusty, naked and wanton. I was a tiny bit jealous as he stepped up and Cleo grabbed his dick and Andy's then sank her mouth over Davey. Not jealous that she was wanking Eric, but jealous that it wasn't me doing that.

That came as a shock as I'd never fantasised about multiple partners before. But was it a fantasy if it was going to happen? At this stage I knew it wasn't going to end with a quick triple blow job. I wanted more than that myself, let alone this horny group of youngsters.

I remember an old video from a game show where contestants were expected to plate spin after a 1 minute example from an expert. Watching her move from dick to dick with her mouth, while her hands swapped dicks reminded me of that. And it was pretty obvious she was an expert. I had to wonder if she'd done this before. Not the blowing, but multiple guys at once.

Participation

Sucking each guy for less than a minute must have made it hard for the guys to get close to cumming. And I was starting to feel like a spare part. Like I was too old to take part. This was a younger person's activity. Not someone approaching middle age and married. Although I knew as of that moment, that the marriage wasn't worth saving.

Cleo must have seen something on my face as she gestured to me to come over. Feeling naughty I knelt behind her and reached around and fondled her breasts. Not the first I'd touched a pair other than my own.

At university a friend of mine was upset after a party where she'd been rather aggressively hit on by some dyke. I was in her room and asked why it bothered her so much as I knew we'd all been hit on by guys like that. She admitted it bothered her because she wasn't sure she didn't like it. And that scared her.

We'd been drinking, and she asked if she could try something out there. I'd known her for ages and agreed without asking what. Only to google as she kissed me. She pulled back and apologised. But she needed to know if she was into girls or it was just a one-off reaction to a strange situation.

I said I was there for her and said she could try again. I blushed as it wasn't just for her. I'd been curious but would never have the guts to try anything on my own. She kissed me again, and I returned it with interest. It was different from a guy, but not that much. Her hands roamed over my breasts through my clothes, and I hesitantly duplicated what she was doing.

When she pulled back after a minute or so, she was flushed and breathing hard. She admitted it was a one-off and thanked me. I said it was ok, but I was burning up and disappointed we'd not done more.

While I'd been remembering this from more than a decade ago, one of my hands seemed to want to enact what I'd never done back then. It sank lower on her abdomen. But again, I hesitated. Wanting to kick myself that I'd go so far and pull back. Like a prick tease but with pussy.

Cleo told the guys it was my turn, and she scrambled away as it was presented with three hard and saliva slicked dicks. It was a little intimidating, but I took the bull by the horns, as it were. Not quite as dexterous as Cleo. But I'd have a decade more experience with a dick in my mouth and hands. Not that I'd ever had to concentrate on three at once.

Cleo duplicated my move of kneeling behind me only she was less hesitant to fondle me all over. Her fingers explored my labia without pressing inside. It wasn't much of a surprise then that the three guys, seeing Cleo lezzing out with me, announced they were close.

I was ready and more than eager to let all three cum in my mouth, but Cleo had other ideas again.

"Cum on her tits." She ordered and then held my tits out for them to paint in cum.

It didn't take long before my tits were plastered in more cum than I'd seen in a decade.

"Shit!" I giggled. "I'm gonna have to go back to the pool and clean up."

"Don't worry, I'll help." Cleo said.

But instead of helping me up and finding our soap, she scooted around to kneel in front of me and ran her fingertips through the cum. Before leaning in and licking it up. Part of me thought it was to tease the guys. To aid in their recovery. But as she lapped at my areola and nipples, I knew she was doing it for me as well.

When her finger pressed inside my pussy, I knew I was going to cum. Part of me quailed at the idea of cumming from a girl fingering me and sucking my tits. And doing it in front of the guys who worked for me. But the whole situation was too big to wrap my head around while I was this close to cumming.

Just let me cum and when I came down, I could think straight and work out what to do. But Cleo wasn't going to let that happen right away. She told me to lie down, and I realised what she meant to do as she kissed down my stomach.

I lay back on the tarpaulin, and she seemed to sense my worry. Having a girl eat my pussy was a step too far and too lesbian for my sensibilities. No matter how far gone I was from what I'd always assumed were mine.

"Eric, Andy, kneel on either side of her and play with her tits as I eat her creamy pussy."

For the record, having a mouth on your pussy, and a hand on each breast while being Frenched, is something worth trying. Eric was kissing me while Andy moved to suck on my tit.

"What about me?" Davey whined. And I wanted to chuckle at how childish he sounded.

"My mouth and hands were busy now." Cleo said.

As she said that I realised I needed dicks in my hands, and I reached out and found Eric easily. Then floundered around for Andy until he guided my hand to it. Both were showing signs of rapid recuperation. I looked at Davey to see he was already hard.

"But I'm sure you can find a hole to plug back there." She added and wiggled her arse.

He knelt and paused. "Either?" He asked hopefully.

"Pussy," She replied. After a moment, "For now."

"Really?" He replied.

"Yeah, before we're done, I expect one of you in every hole. At the same time." She added after a moment. Giving a shiver and a lust filled look.

I was astonished. I'd done anal and once had a vibrator in my pussy at the same time. But three guys at once were mind blowing to me. But that thought was pushed aside as she returned to getting me off with her mouth and fingers. Both Eric and Andy were sucking my tits, and I was moments away from cumming.

"I'm gonna..." was as far as I got.

Cleo pressed a finger up my bum, and it set me off. My hips thrust up, and I lost control of my body. I wailed loud enough to frighten some birds to flight and passed out, or at least lost focus on anything but the explosions of pleasure flooding my body.

When I recovered, I found Cleo holding out a water bottle to me and the guys hard as could be, and eager for more.

"You owe me one." She whispered to me.

"Are you really going to take all three?" I whispered to her.

"Yeah, I always wanted to, but never thought I'd have the chance. But I think you get to fuck Eric first. You want that, don't you?"

I looked embarrassed but nodded. At this point I'd crossed the line so far it was pointless to deny what I really wanted.

"Eric come her and fuck your soon to be ex-boss from behind."

I would have preferred more time to recover, but my body had its own ideas as I rolled over onto my elbows and knees. Then Cleo proved her deviousness again as she sat on my bum. Then told the others to help her lay back on my back. Fuck the bitch was using me as a bench.

"Eric, I want to sample you before you fuck her, and you two hold me up and I'll wank you at the same time."

I felt Eric's legs against mine and wanted to scream that I wanted that dick inside me and not her. Cleo grunted as he pressed into her.

"Fuck! That's big. You're gonna love it." She said to me as she rocked on top of me.

Luckily for me, Cleo meant what she said about only a sample as she slipped off me and guided Eric's hot hard dick into my core. It was the first new dick in nearly ten years, and it felt good. Better than good, but again I was finding it hard to think straight.

Cleo gathered up my hair into a pony tail and handed it to Eric and told him to pull. It wasn't painful, but I arched my back, and it put a strain on my neck. Until Cleo told the others to push me up. The angle in my pussy changed, and it sank in even deeper. She put my hands on the other erections so I could support myself with one hand as I wanked the other.

Then Andy pressed his erection into my face, and I eagerly sucked him as he supported my weight. Allowing me to wank Davey while Eric was pounding me hard. It was a little painful, but I didn't want to stop. Instead, I switched to Davey and then back to Andy a few minutes later. Cleo knelt and managed to lean under me to suck on my tits and finger my clit.

That was it for me I was going to cum again. Twice in barely over 10 minutes. As it hit, I felt Andy pump his cum down my throat and Eric fire off his seed deep in my womb. Thank God I was still on birth control.

A few moments later I lay on the ground basking in the flood of happy chemicals running through my system. Blocking out any regrets or guilt. That would likely come later. I glanced at Cleo who sat on a rock of the fire pit and fingering herself while the others watched.

I knew she was doing it to speed up their recovery, but I was too tired and soaking in the warmth of the sun. I just wanted a soft bed and a hot shower. After perhaps 10 minutes I got up and watched as she ordered Eric to lie down on the tarpaulin. She mounted him and told Andy she was going to suck him, leaving Davey the final hole.

I told them to wait a moment and rushed over to the cooling supplies and grabbed some vegetable oil.

"Were you really going to do that without lube?"

"Oopsie, got a little carried away."

I knelt and poured oil over my fingers and as Davey parted her buttocks, I rubbed them over her anus before pressing a finger in there. I would have burst out laughing at the ludicrousness of all this. But everyone was waiting on me. Davey's dick was throbbing as I coated his dick and balls with the oil and spread it over him. Then I added more oil to Cleo's arse on two fingers.

I watched in horrified fascination as he pressed into her arse. Seemingly, stretching her flesh until it finally gave in and accepted it inside her anus. With Eric's thick dick already stretching her tiny pussy it looked intimidating. Add in the glub-glub as she sucked Andy it was quite a sight to behold.

After a few minutes I knew I wanted to be part of this. I crawled in and kissed Eric, before twisting around to suck on her breast and sought out her clit with my free hand. Cleo let out a high-pitched wail, muffled by the dick she was trying to suck into her stomach.

I'm not sure who climaxed next as her body thrashed. Davey and Andy moaned, and I twisted around and sucked on Eric's mouth, whispering for him to fill her with cum. He grunted, and I shuddered as I remembered how that felt. Wishing it were me again.

That admission reaffirmed my decision to leave my husband. Good sex was too good to give up for a mediocre marriage at best with a serial adulterer. Having sampled what, I'd forgotten of good sex. Knowing it wasn't just me getting old I wanted, no, I needed more. And I had some catching up to do.

I helped a rather out-of-it, Cleo to her feet and led her back to the pool to clean up. Telling the guys to sort out the campsite. We'd be walking out shortly. It wasn't worth sitting around for rescue. And I was sure everyone was drained. At least for now.

Cleo started to recover as I washed her, and she threw her arms around me.

"Thanks boss." She added with a tight hug.

"Are you ok after that?"

"Yeah. Although I'm glad you remembered lube. Between Eric's thick cock and Davy, I'm sure I'm gonna need an extra cushion on the plane."

"Rather, you than me."

"Are you ok?" she asked me. "I did sort of push you into it. Never really gave you the chance to..."

"It's ok. I don't regret it, yet anyway. I'm just worried they will say or do something, and it will get out."

"Don't worry. If it comes to it, I'll tell them who I am."

"You'd do that for me?"

"Yeah, it's gonna get out, eventually. And they'll think twice about saying anything about you when I was here as well. My grandfather would be quite hard on them to protect my honour." She sniggered.

I looked up to see the three guys approaching with soap and towels. We swapped places and as they washed, I teased Davey to wash extra hard after poking Cleo in the pooper.

Extraction

It was an anti-climax as Cleo and I dressed. Me in my blouse and pants with nothing underneath and Cleo in her shorts and t-shirt. We started back telling the others they could catch up easily.

Cleo took my hand, and we walked in silence for a couple of hours. From time to time, she'd give it a squeeze and give me a look. Then I heard the sound of an engine and a few minutes later a pair of ATVs appeared whizzing down the path towards us. The drivers seemed shocked to see us.

Instead of them being our rescuers, they were simply there to resupply the camp with the firewood strapped to the back of the vehicles. We explained what happened. Or at least until we got naked in the pool. And they said they'd not heard from the guides by the time they entered the hills.

They said they'd ride on and check out the bridge and dump their load and come back to drive us out. The guys appeared and confirmed our story. Before the ATVs roared off faster than I'd be comfortable with on this trail.

About an hour later we heard them returning, and the leader had Cleo and myself sit on the back and face back towards the other ATV. Watching the guys argue who would have to squeeze in behind the other driver while the rest took the rear facing seats.

When we got to the steep descent Cleo panicked as she saw the ATV going a 5 point turn at every corner. So, we got off and walked as the driver expertly got the ATV around the corners. He'd pick us up, until the next corner, and we'd repeat the moves.

Near the bottom he got a call saying the guides had connected the tour company and the minibus driver was on her way to collect them. Meaning he would drive us directly back to the hotel. We arrived around noon, and we must have looked quite a sight walking into the posh hotel splattered with mud from the vehicle our hair windblown.

Fortunately, we were able to head to our room. Cleo gave me a hug and a light kiss on the lips before entering her room. It reminded me that I owed her, and I was fairly sure I knew what. But I was too tired and dirty to care. I crawled into the shower and spent more than 20 minutes soaking in the hot water pricking my skin.

When I finished, I brushed my teeth and relived the feeling of three dicks in my mouth within minutes of each other. I knew it would take time to rationalise that and see how I felt. Exiting the bathroom naked, there was a knock on the communicating door to Cleo's room. I opened it to see her naked and looking up at me.

"Would it be weird if I asked to sleep in here with you?"

Under normal circumstances, it would have been, but our last few days were anything but normal. So, I agreed, and she slipped under the covers. I dropped my towel and wondered if she wanted me to return the favour now, and she was just awkward asking. But it seemed she really did want to sleep. I spooned up behind her and she was asleep in moments.

When I woke it was nearly 2 pm and Cleo was standing naked on the balcony. Without a thought about modesty, I joined her and looked out over the resort. Ideally, wondering how many windows could see us there.

"How about we head out and hit a bar for a late lunch?" She said,

"Provided we get dressed first."

She made an exaggerated and overly disappointed sighing sound and headed back to her room.

Aftermath

10 minutes later we headed out. Me in a t-shirt and shorts, no bra or underwear. While Cleo was dressed similarly. Her shirt was thin, and I could clearly make out her areola. But we headed out and found a bar. Ordered local beers and food. We sat on a deck overlooking a beach, it was a hot day, but we sat in the shade of an umbrella.

It was obvious we were both avoiding talking about what happened with the others and between us. So, we talked about our university days. Holidays we'd been on and office gossip. The beer was going down far too easily but neither of us cared. Every other customer came and went. But the waiter was happy to have us using the table while the bar was quiet.

After more than 24 hours without technology we both used our phones more than appropriate in company. Cleo lamented she'd not had her phone as she'd loved to have had some photos to remember our adventures. I pointed out I was more than happy we'd not. That sort of thing gets out, eventually.

By about 7 pm, the bar was getting busy, and we decided it was time to get back to the hotel. It wasn't far, but I insisted on a taxi. We got out and walked through the pool area instead of the main entrance. But her phone buzzed with a call from her grandfather. He'd heard about our misadventure and wanted to see her.

She said we were at the pool with a cocktail. I'd had enough to accept a drink, as her grandfather appeared and paid the bill. He overlooked her limited clothing, but I was sure he was checking me out. Big boobs braless in a tight t-shirt has an effect on a guy. Be they 14 to 70 plus. He asked me to explain what happened, claiming Cleo was too fanciful in her story telling.

For 15 minutes I explained everything, leaving out the naughty bits. Which I suppose was quite a lot.

"Knowing my granddaughter as I do." He glanced at her tits momentarily. "I suspect there was more. But that's not for an old man to consider. Thank you again. I realise my imposing her on you is a little tough on you. But don't worry, I'll not forget it come bonus time."

He turned to her and asked if she'd enjoyed herself.

"Very much grandfather. It was kinda scary, but exciting."

She gave him a hug and a kiss that would have blown her cover if anyone was paying attention. Obviously, he wanted to speak to her more, so I downed my drink and left them to it. Returning to my room.

I'd barely got inside when there was a knock at the door. It was Eric.

"I wanted to check if you two were ok. After..."

He looked into my room to see the connecting door open.

"Looking for Cleo?" I asked.

"No, I was hoping it was just you."

"Why? Hoping for another round?" I thrust my tits out as I said it. Partially in challenge, and partially I remembered the sensations of him inside me.

"No!" He blurted, then gave a self-depreciating grin. Damn, he'd get laid a lot if he could perfect that. "OK, I'll admit that would be wonderful. But I'm realistic enough to know that would never happen."

I wasn't so sure. Not now, but after I'd dealt with my soon to be ex-husband. I was sure I'd need comforting and the idea of his thick dick being part of that 'comforting' certainly sounded good. By then he'd no longer report to me. And while we couldn't date openly, it would be less of a scandal if we were discovered.

I reminded him to make sure the others kept their mouths shut about this. He admitted that he was sure his friends would call him out for bullshitting if he told them. And I had to agree. It did sound unlikely. Two willing babes in the wilderness willing to satisfy three guys every whim. Or something like that. Or perhaps a slutty boss who fucks her staff for her own personal gain. That was nasty and somehow, I loved it.

He gave me a chaste hug and a kiss on the cheek, then left me.

I showered again and as I exited the bathroom, I heard Cleo in her shower. I made a decision and walked through to her room and sat naked on her bed. Part of me demanded I forget this, but I was determined. I owned Cleo, and I knew I wanted to try what I'd been too chicken to try at university.

She exited her bathroom in a towel and frowned as she saw me.

"I know it's still fairly early, but I wondered if you wanted an early night. With me as your bedfellow?"

Slightly classier than 'can I lick your pussy for you?' But it was obvious to both of us what I meant.

"Are you sure?"

I explained about my university friend and how I never thought I'd have a better chance to find out what it was like. She dropped her towel, and we lay on the bed. Kissing and exploring each other's bodies. Having already had my fingers up her arse. In her pussy and then my mouth on her seemed like nothing.

Obviously not, it was monumental, but I was trying to downplay it to avoid nerves or cowardice kicking in and running away. But Cleo wasn't only there to receive pleasure, she gave as good as she got and we spent hours caressing and working ourselves up into a frenzy. And tribbing, a word I'd not known before. But I'd never forget rubbing my pussy against another woman. It was a weird and extremely nice sensation. A very odd kiss from lips that never really do that.

I woke up about 4am and knew I needed the bathroom. Deciding to use mine as it was a number 2. Then fell into my bed and slept like the dead. Only waking when Cleo entered my room with a room service tray with breakfast for two. Lots of yoghurt, nuts and fruit with extra strong coffee and fresh squeezed grapefruit juice.

We sat on my balcony, me naked and her clothed as we ate.

"Do you regret last night?" She asked me.

"No." I answered at once and was surprised I was telling the truth. "The other stuff with my 'boys', I'm still undecided on."

"And your husband. Are you going to forgive him? Use what happened to let him off the hook for being a bastard to you?"

"No, having Eric pound me so hard from behind seems to rattle some sense into me."

"And about a pint of cum."

I ignored that. "Life's too short to put up with a crap marriage. I don't need rose petals and champagne every night, but more than a disappointing missionary position every few months."

"Seriously?"

I sighed and nodded.

The only notable thing to happen on the way home was meeting up with my 'boys' and getting group selfies together. After collecting my baggage on the other side. Cleo handed me a piece of paper with her home address on it, saying I could stay with her if things turned to shit.

She also handed me a clear plastic envelope. I frowned and then blinked as I realised it was the 'not really there' bikini. All straps and no coverage.

"I got that as a memento of our adventures together." She gave me a hug and left me.

When I got home, it was almost worth it to see the astonishment on my husband's face when I said we were through. I wanted him out of the house, but he refused to go. Wanted to try to wheedle me around that what he'd done was a mistake, again, and it meant nothing, again. I told him to forget it and I'd get a lawyer through my firm the next day.

I packed a bag and turned up at Cleo's luxury place.

"I hope you meant your offer."

She welcomed me in and called her grandfather and told him I'd not be at work the next day. I'd just split with my husband, and we needed serious alcoholic therapy to get through it. He sent his condolences and said he'd deal with it.

She showed me to a guest room and said I could stay as long as I wanted. I admitted I'd not been sure if her offer was dependent on more of what we'd done last night. She smiled and admitted she'd loved it. But she really preferred guys. Not that she ruled out another special occasion. But it wasn't a condition on her offer of hospitality.

The End