Erotic Vacation in Sardinia Pt. 02

I walked down stairs with the sole intent of teasing my husband, and telling our visitors we were not up for "cards." When I cracked the front door open there stood Marco and Paulo with one of the girls from the prior night. They immediately apologized and said that the power was out in their part of the villa and they suspected a bad fuse. Unfortunately, the only fuse box in the building was located in our unit. Understanding their plight, I opened the door wide and invited them in, and quickly crossed my arms to cover myself.

I didn't know where the fuse box was, but in my mind I had imagined it in the kitchen or the main floor. So, I was completely caught off guard as they made their way up stairs. Sometimes I can think under pressure and talk my way out of a tough situation. But this was not one of those times. The combination of confusion and deathly embarrassment were certainly to blame. There was simply no way to casually explain or dismiss that my husband was blindfolded and tied up to the chair as these strangers walked into the room.

I hurriedly followed them up the stairs to try and salvage as much of my and my husband's reputation as possible. The three made it just past the doorway to our bedroom when they stopped. Honestly, they were probably as embarrassed as I was. I squeezed past them, and quickly covered my husband's lap with a towel, and began to take his blindfold off as I made my apologies and told them to fix the fuse. Marco opened up a hidden panel, and started checking and flipping fuses.

"That should do it." Marco said as he walked to the window to confirm the lights were on. With a devilish smile Marco said "Sorry about the interruption, we will leave you to enjoy your night. I doubt you'll get bored, but if you do feel free to come down and join us for a swim." By this point I had untied my husband and walked them all to the door, closing it behind them.

The shock and embarrassment had derailed my libido, and I felt like if I let this end our night of fun my husband would be disappointed. I needed a good strong drink to wipe this feeling away and get my pussy back in the mood. My husband made us both a strong cocktail and we sat down on the couch to drink. Of course, my horny pervert of a husband immediately turned the conversation to sex, and said "you really had me going there for a second. I thought you were going to put on one hell of a show for me!"

"Just what did you think I would do? Get on all fours and tell them to fuck my pussy and mouth while you watched?"

"A guy can hope, can't he! I thought maybe you were doing an early Christmas present." He said laughing, and finding himself to be funnier than I did. My drink was kicking in and I was getting horny and playful again. I downed the last sip, and my husband made another round.

I figured I would entertain his perverted fantasy, so as he sat down with his fresh drink I looked at him and using my sexiest voice said "I bet you wanted me to suck and fuck those two right in front of you! But wouldn't you be jealous?"

Before he could answer I put my drink on the table, dropped to my knees in front of him, pulled out his cock, looked him in the eyes and said "or would you be fine watching as long as I took breaks to do this." Right then I took his cock into my mouth and sucked him until I made gagging noises.

Hearing me gag my husband instantly grabbed my head, and forcefully trusted his hips, plunging his cock deeper. Nothing makes me hotter and wetter than that. My pussy was dripping and throbbing and needed cock. So I stood up, and straddled him on the couch, sliding his cock into my pussy, and slowly rode him as a said "or would you want to me to take breaks so you could feel my hot swollen pussy as you watch them take turns fucking me?"

I could tell by the way his eyes rolled back and the subtle whimper he made that my dirty talk had hit the mark. Without warning he stood up, still holding me, ripped open the drapes, and pressed my up against the glass wall facing the pool. My arms were wrapped around his neck, legs around is waist, and my back against the window as he rammed his cock into me.

He then told me to stand up, then he turned me around, and forced me against the window. My hands were up, palms facing the glass, my tits were pressed flat, as my husband fucked me from behind. I had been cumming nonstop and hadn't noticed my surroundings. I realized I had been squirting and the window and floor were a mess. I glanced about for a towel and noticed for the first time that we had an audience.

My husband refused to stop, and kept me against the window as he fucked me. While he did, I saw Marco standing behind the woman, as he pulled her bikini top down and began to pinch her nipples while he kissed her neck. Paulo had his hand down her bottoms, and was fingering her. He held her jaw with his hand to make sure she was watching me get fucked.

I noticed Marco walking towards me, moving the other woman forward with him. They kept coming until she was pressed into the glass door directly in front of me. Our tits were both smashed against each other with only a thin bit of glass separating us.

I saw Paulo drop his short and stroke his incredibly thick cock as he watched us get fucked. Just seeing that made me gush all over the window again. He locked eyes with me and smiled, mouthing "do it again." With my husband's next stroke against my G spot I complied with that request.

Paulo approached the other woman, and grabbed the back of her hair, bending her over and guiding her head to his cock. I moved one hand off the window so I could rub my pussy as I watched as the two men take her from both ends.

My husband noticed my hand, and he pulled out. He grabbed me by the hips, and spread my legs a little wider. He dropped to his knees, spread my ass, and slowly began licking me. Playfully at first, then forcefully thrusting his tongue in my ass. I came so hard my knees buckled and I started to fall. Thankfully my husband caught me and kept me upright.

I hadn't noticed his hand go missing from my hips until I hear a "click" and saw him unlock the latch on the sliding glass door. At that moment I knew what he was doing, and what was left of my rational mind was telling me I should refuse, but the rest of my body rebelled, and I compromised by staying silent. The door slip open, and my husband put one hand on the door frame, and another on the opened door. He moved behind me and slid his cock, without resistance, into my dripping pussy.

I watched as Marco slowly pulled out of he pussy. He made a show of it, slowly turning towards me as his cock slid out so that it catapulted across his body when his head exited. He was standing right in front of me, cock hard and standing straight up, all while my husband pounded my pussy. I felt my husband grab my hair and give me a firm pull, controlling my movements. He then pushed my head down, lower, and lower until my lips were close enough to Marco's cock that I could feel the warmth of it. Two hands took my head as my husband's hand left to grab my hips. My mouth opened involuntarily as my head was guided to his cock.

It didn't take long until I could sense his orgasm building and he fucked my face ever more intently. As I felt the first spasm I started stroking his cock, pointing it to my tits. He unleashed a torrent of cum that covered my chest. He stumbled back and fell into a deck chair in disbelief of what just happened. Paulo had also cum, and the three of them sat there, out of breath.

My husband grabbed my hair again, pulling me close to him, and I felt him grab my cum covered nipple and pinch it very hard. I lost control and came so hard I fell to my knees. My husband walked in front of me, and grabbed my head as he proceeded to face fuck me. I could feel him start to spasm, and I sucked harder and harder. He tried to pull away so that he could extend our night of fucking, but I wouldn't let him. I need to satisfy him. I pulled his hips towards me as he came, forcing it down my throat.

We looked at each other, and started to laugh and mentioned how hot that was. I excused my husband and myself with a smile and said we were "off to play cards."