The Vacation Rental Ch. 04

I wake between Lori and Lisa. We wash up and head to the kitchen. The women have Joe cooking breakfast.

Over breakfast Liz notes, "We do not have enough food and alcohol to last the rest of the vacation. We planned a mid-week grocery run. We cannot go shopping without any clothes. What shall we do?"

Cindy volunteers. "Email me a list by tonight. Lori and I can pick everything up and bring it out Friday afternoon.

David hands Cindy some cash to cover the groceries. She takes the money and slips it into the pocket of her beach bag.

After breakfast Cindy and Lori collect their stuff. We hug and say goodbye. They mount their truck without bothering to dress. We wave as they drive away.

We spend the rest of the morning on the beach or in the surf. We perform a little playful groping, but avoid actual sex. Everyone seems sexually fatigued after yesterday afternoon and last night. I know I am erotically spent.

Liz and I head back early to fix the groups lunch. We shower in the outside shower before heading up to the house.

It gives us some time to privately discuss everything that has happened. I tell Liz everything that I did last night with Lisa and Lori.

I feel a bit guilty. Liz smiles, gives me a kiss, and states, "Don't worry. I am happy for all three of you. I hope you all had fun. You may never again have an opportunity to fuck beautiful twenty-two-years-old and nineteen-years-old girls."

"I am more jealous that I missed joining your party, but I kept Joe busy enough to not miss it too much. However, tonight I am making you my sex slave. You better relax and recuperate now. Tonight, I am going to be very demanding. If you fail, I may need to call back Slave Joe."

I know she jokes. At least, I think she jest. After this vacation, I am not completely sure of anything. We wanted to break the tedious routine of caring for kids, performing our jobs, and surviving daily life. However, I did not expect an orgy.

Liz reassures me with a kiss. We finish preparing lunch.

The afternoon stays calm. The guys watch an action movie. The wives create a shopping list and text it to Cindy. I doze off and sleep through most of the film. I did not get much sleep last night.

After the movie, the ladies join us. We review the pictures and videos from the beginning of our vacation. Lisa had created a cloud site to collect all of our vacation pictures. Reviewing our pornographic displays brings back all of the shock, embarrassment, and arousal.

I am mortified, but everyone else seems to be enjoying the review. Liz stealthily grabs my firm cock. She turns to me and whispers, "Save it for tonight."

She puckers her lips towards me before returning her attention to the TV. It shows the video of me, Lisa, and Sherry from yesterday afternoon's game. I am fucking Sherry from behind as she licks Lisa's pussy.

I did not even know we were being recorded. The dare did not mention video. I am shocked, but my cock throbs.

We grill steaks and have dinner on the deck. Then, we return to the beach for a sunset swim.

Liz says goodbye to the others and leads me back to the house shortly after it gets dark. My dick hardens in anticipation. Liz tauntingly plays with it as we rinse away the sand in the outside shower.

My cock sticks out rock hard as Liz leads me up the steps to the deck, into the house, and back to the bedroom.

Liz leads me to the bed and positions me on my back. My cock points at the ceiling in anticipation.

She elegantly steps onto the bed. She towers over me with a foot on either side of my waist. I gaze up at her yoga sculpted body as she smiles down at me.

She stylishly squats. Her body lowers onto me. Her pussy encases my dick. Her muscular walls clutch my throbbing member.

Liz leans forward and her lips meet mine. Our tongues embrace. Our lips dance together in the moonlight coming through the window.

The romantic interlude gets enhanced as Liz slides down my pole. Her butt slams into my thighs. She pins my body to the mattress. Liz lifts and drops again. This time I thrusts upward to meet Liz's descending pleasure tunnel.

The energy pulse travels along both our bodies. Liz's bare tits bounce from the impact. Her body squeezes my throbbing cock.

Liz lifts and we repeat the motion. Our pace quickens. We move together in an elegance practiced over years of marriage. Our experience enhanced by the revitalization of our love and desire. The weeks zany antics adding the secret seasoning to our traditional love making.

In and out my penis pumps. Down and up Liz's tush oscillates. Liz passionate moans travel the house. They mix with my excited moans. Our hearts race, and our staccato breaths move in unison. We act as a fine-tuned sex machine.

My volcano erupts. Liz responds with quivering bliss. We shake with shuttering convulsions as my seed fills Liz's repository.

A few more shots, and my ammo is spent. I slow my pump-action rifle and we slowly descend from our passionate peek. Liz's muscles collapse in blissful fatigue. She relaxes and rests on top of me. Liz's taut nipples press against my Chest.

We hold each other. My hands massage Liz's ass. Her fingers gently play with my nipples and chest hair. We leisurely ground and drift off to sleep in each other's arms.

Shouts from Cindy and Lori wake everyone Friday morning. We head to the island side staircase to discover the source of the commotion. We find Cindy and Lori standing next to their truck. They have already discarded their clothes.

Their truck holds our resupply of food and booze. Everyone chips in to unload.

The girls join us for breakfast. Joe and Lisa cook. We eat on the balcony overlooking the surf. The women assign us guys to do the dishes as they head for the beach.

We join the ladies once we complete our chore. We find them in a mild sexual frenzy. Hands grope bodies and lips caress pussies.

The ladies attack us as soon as we arrive. Cindy and Sherry lead the charge. The guys willingly surrender. Everyone frolics on the sand.

We return to the house for lunch. After lunch, Lisa surprises Joe with a birthday cake. Lisa had Cindy and Lori pick it up. They sing happy birthday. Joe blows out the candles, and Liz gets the ice cream from the freezer.

After cake, Lisa orders Joe to blow something else. Everyone returns to the living room. Lisa orders, "Joe, kneel in front of the TV." Joe starts to object. Lisa stifles the objection. "You know you must obey all of the women. It is your penalty from the spin the bottle game. Now, do as you are told."

The ladies line up. Lori goes first. Joe begins licking her pussy. Lisa begins filming. David and I sit and watch the pornographic show. I look on in awe. I feel unsure if I wish to join Joe or walk away. David begins stroking his own cock. I simply gaze at the spectacle unfolding before me.

Soon, Lori begins moaning at Joe's expert stimulation. She builds. Her breathing heightens. Her heart pounds. She orgasms.

Cindy replaces Lori. Lori retreats to sit with me. She begins fingering my dick and kissing my neck. I glance at my wife standing next in line in front of Joe. She smiles down on me. I take the expression as permission and allows myself to submit to Lori's pleasurable stimulus.

Cindy erupts. Liz replaces her. Cindy joins David. She mounts his cock and he pumps away.

Lori rolls onto her back. She spreads her legs and pulls me down on top of her. She skillfully maneuvers my cock into her pussy. I obediently fuck away.

At this point, I lose track of the others. I ignore what Joe does to my wife. Lori absorbs my world. She monopolizes all of my energy. I would gladly submit to her every desire.

I erupt and fill Lori with my seed. She dismounts and orally restores my vigor. The familiar sensation of my wife ascending my pillar of love replaces Lori's lips. Liz rides my rigid shaft as Lori moves her precious pussy to my face. I split my attention between the two ladies.

The afternoon continues along this path. The women move between the men. Everyone revels in giving and receiving each other's pleasure. The afternoon delight is exceptional.

As the evening approaches, the sexual frenzy diminishes from overwhelming exhaustion of the participants. Everyone appears satisfied. I know I am satiated.

We go to wash up for dinner. Cindy joins Liz and I in our shower. We playfully wash each other but refrain from additional sexual antics. The afternoon's activities have left us pleasurably fatigued. We need time to recover.

After dinner, we return to the surf for another swim. We enjoy each other's company. We mostly splash about and chat. A little pleasant touching occurs, but it leads no farther.

Gradually, the couples drift off to their own bedrooms. Cindy joins Liz and me. I do not invite her. Maybe Liz offers, or perhaps she makes the initiative herself. I certainly did not mind the added company. It is a glorious way to end a spectacular day.

Saturday morning, we find our clothes piled on the balcony as we head for the beach. It takes a bit of time to sort out the trash bags full of clothes. We stash the items in our bedrooms, but nobody decides to dress. We have become comfortable with our naked vacation. No one appears in a hurry to end it.

We return to the waves. After lunch, Liz and I return the clean clothing to our suitcases. We each leave out one outfit for the trip home. Otherwise, everything gets packed away.

We grill steaks and eat outside for dinner. Then, we return to our customary after dinner swim. It makes for an enjoyable evening.

Cindy and Lori appear not to be in a hurry to leave. I certainly do not wish them to go. They are beautiful and sexy. They seem a part of our family.

They also have carefree giving personalities that our contagious. Our wives accept them without a twinge of jealousy. Although, Cindy and Lori's own oral services directed towards the ladies may have helped dissipate any conflict.

For our last night we really switch up our bedmates. I wind up with Cindy and Sherry. I notice Liz slip off with Lisa and David. That leaves Lori in Joes room.

Cindy and Sherry are both natural dominants. My submissive personality automatically acquiesces to their commands.

Liz also dominates me in the bedroom. She simply expresses her demands more gently so that it seems more equal. Maybe, I am just more accustomed to Liz's control, so I obey without realizing my submissiveness.

With Cindy and Sherry, it feels very different. Both ladies' strong personalities clearly express their control over me. I know I must obey or suffer the consequences. I am their puppet. They hold the strings. If they pull, I must respond appropriately.

They enjoy lording their dominance over me. I also take pleasure in the activity. I get extremely aroused being ordered about by two beautiful women. I simply do not want to admit it, not even to my own mind.

They command me into submissive stances similar to the ones Lori took during Wednesday's game. I stand with my legs spread and my hands locked behind my head. It leaves me exposed and vulnerable.

Their hands and eyes explore my body. With my fingers locked in place, I cannot defend myself or even use my hands to hide my tender bits. Sherry snaps some pictures of me summiting to her will.

Next, I am on my knees before them. My hands remain in place, so I remain open to exploitation.

They put me to work orally serving them. I obediently surrender to their demands. I lick Sherry to orgasm first before Cindy takes her place.

Sherry plays with my ass as I lick Cindy's pussy. It feels really strange. Liz and I have never done anything anal. I want to object, but my submissive side refuses to allow any disobedience. I continue my duty to Cindy while leaving myself open to Sherry's explorations.

Sherry adds to the humiliation. She comments to Cindy, "Paul has a nice virgin asshole. Too bad my strap-on sits in my bedroom. I do not want to interrupt David's fun."

My heart skips a beat. The thought startles and unnerves me. The thought makes me want to run. Why does it also sexually excite me.

Cindy does not respond. All I hear from her are her moans responding to my oral excitations. She seems too involved in her own sexual excitement to notice anything besides her own stimulation.

After Cindy orgasms, Sherry orders me, "On your back." I obey. My dick points at the ceiling. It stands at attention, stout and strong. Cindy slides onto my cock. Sherry straddles my face. They ride me for their pleasure. I dutifully give them all I have. We all achieve orgasms.

The girls use me in several additional positions. I take Cindy doggie style while she orally serves Sherry. Sherry takes me standing while both girls hold me sandwiched between them. Cindy's boobs press against my back and her thighs push against my butt.

Finally, the women release me from my duties. We cuddle together. Cindy whispers in my ears, "Lori and I will miss you guys. It has been fun. Maybe you can visit again."

I fall asleep thinking about everything that has happened during the week. It has certainly been my wildest sexual experience. I have exclusively been only with Liz since I met her in college. There were only a few experiences before then.

Yet this week, I have been with four women besides Liz. Each was different and wonderful in their own special way. Sherry dominated with her command and control. Lisa enticed with her sweet innocence. Lori energized with her contagious exuberance. Lastly, Cindy seemed an intoxicating mix of all of these characteristics.

I do not mean to skip over Liz's wonderous qualities. She is my rock. I cannot live without her. Nevertheless, the variety this week has been wonderfully overwhelming. Liz and I will be discussing this vacation for years to come.

Without the clothes thieves this would not have happened. I needed something to force me out of my protective shell. I am too conservative to agree to such wanton behavior under normal conditions. It took this extraordinary situation along with the support of Liz to overcome my inhibitions.

I wake Sunday morning to bright sunshine. We need to hurry to pack the cars to make the morning low tide window.

We eat a quick breakfast. Cindy and Lori agree to clean up the dishes while we wash, dress, and pack up the cars. After a week of being naked, it feels strange wearing clothes. Liz also comments on the weirdness of the situation.

We say goodbye to Cindy and Lori. They plan to perform their housekeeping duties. Then, they will enjoy the beach until they can cross the causeway tonight.

We drive off. We spend some time in town shopping for souvenirs. We are not in a big hurry for our vacation to end.

Oddly, several people act like they recognize us. They even call us by name. I know this is a small beach town before the summer tourist season starts, and we did eat dinner at the diner on our way to the beach house. However, it seems unusual that we would be known. Maybe Cindy and Lori gossiped about us.

The rest of the trip home seems uneventful. Joe and Lisa say goodbye after our restaurant lunch stop. David and Sherry drop us off about eight Sunday evening. It takes only minutes to unload the car.

David offers to help carry everything into the house. I decline the help. We do not have that much stuff and David and Sherry need to get home to their own family.

I shake David's hand and say goodbye. Liz and David kiss as I say goodbye to Sherry.

Sherry kisses me and jokes, "I am going to need to take you to bed and make you my naked sex slave. I still need to pump your cute little anus." At least, I hope she jokes. Liz overhears and pats my ass.

Dave and Sherry drive away. Our kids and Liz's parents greet us as soon as we enter the house. A welcome banner handmade by our kids hangs in the family room.

After brief hugs and reassurances we will still be here in the morning, we send the kids off to bed. They still have school in the morning.

We chat with Liz's parents. Liz's mom seems particularly interested in details about our vacation. Liz cuts off the conversation. She states, "What happens at the nude beach house stays at the nude beach house."

I suspect Liz will tell her mom everything. She may even show her mom some of the pictures. She will just wait until I leave for work in the morning to spare my conservative sense of decorum.

We unpack our suitcases and go to bed. Surprisingly, neither Liz nor I choose to wear anything to bed. We make love and discuss the past week's events before dozing off to sleep.

A few weeks later, Sherry and David invite us for a dinner party. It is a rare adults-only party. The kids all congregate at our house under the watchful eyes of our oldest daughter. Only a few blocks separate the houses, so we can be home in minutes if anything happens.

David picks Liz and myself up when they drop off their kids. That way, we will not both need to drive between the houses.

Joe and Lisa attend the party also. We have seen each other since the vacation. David, Joe, and I have met for golf. The ladies have also met a couple times. Nevertheless, this is the first time since the vacation we have all been together. It leads to an anxious excitement.

Liz sarcastically jokes to break the tension. "Are we going to all get naked for dinner?" David responds, "I had not planned on it, but you can strip if you want. I sure will not mind." He overtly leers at Liz while he says it. We all know it is part of the joke.

Sherry gets serious as we move to the living room for after dinner drinks. She says, "We received a letter from the beach house rental company." I immediately get angry. "What kind of scam are they trying to pull? Are they trying to say we owe money for damages or something?"

Sherry responds, "No, they are quite happy with our performance at the beach house. The problem is that it was a performance."

"It seems the house is kind of a pornographic reality television show. They have cameras hidden all over the house and the surrounding beach. They recorded almost everything we did there. We were pay per view on the internet."

Lisa responds, "How can they do that? We never agreed to be recorded."

Sherry continues, "Actually, we did. It was buried in the rental contracts we all signed. We agreed to allow photography, video, and audio recording."

"I saw the clause. I just thought it was some cover-your-ass legal stuff since this was a public nude beach. I never even considered that they might actually have hidden cameras."

I sit there stunned. I remember everything we did. I cannot believe other people were watching. I am angry and humiliated. The idea also slightly arouses me.

I am more concerned about my wife. I know it is chauvinistic, but I feel responsible for protecting my wife. I allowed her to be recorded naked and committing sex acts. It would destroy her reputation if people we know found out.

David steps in, "I talked to a lawyer. We can sue, but we probably will not win. Even if we did win, we would have difficulty showing significant financial losses caused by the rental company. We might get them to take our images off of their site, but once it gets out on the internet. It is impossible to erase all of the copies."

"With the six of us present plus Cindy and Lori who work for the rental company. It will be hard to convince a jury we correctly assumed we had privacy."

"A lawsuit will lead to more publicity and guarantee that people learn about our nude sex videos. They even have a name for it. It is called the Streisand effect. It is based on an incident involving Barbara Streisand. You can look it up on the internet."

Sherry chimes back in. "I called Cindy. They knew about the cameras and assumed we knew. Some renters are exhibitionist and get excited by being watched. Others just like the reduced price."

"Cindy apologized if we are upset, but they do not consider it a big deal."

We spend an hour discussing it. Sherry even has a link to the internet sight. She offers to show us what is out there, but neither Joe nor I are ready to see it. David indicates he will email us a link, so we can look at our convenience.

In the end we agree to do nothing except to think about it. There really is nothing we can do.

Sherry adds one last thing. It seems we were quite popular. They offered us a significant discount if we want to rent the place again. We can practically have the place for free. We only need to remain naked the whole time we are there.

David drives us home, and picks up his kids. Joe and Lisa are right behind them. Once the kids get sorted, we all say goodbye.

It finally gives Liz and me a chance to discuss the situation. We actually look up the video on the internet sight. It confirms our worst fears.

They have cameras everywhere. They show every room including the bathroom. They also have cameras outside covering the balcony, the hot tub, the outside shower, and multiple views of the beach. They even have Wi-Fi cameras in the beach umbrellas.

Liz seems more worried about me than herself. She exclaims, "I look hot in the video." I agree she looks great, but I still do not want other people watching it.

My reaction surprises me even more. I am turned on by the idea of being watched. I feel ashamed by this reaction, but I cannot help getting aroused.

Liz notices the growing bulge in my pants. Her hand goes to it. It hardens farther.

She begins undressing me. I start to object, but she silences me with a kiss. Soon, she has me naked and begins working on her own clothes.

After we make love, she smiles at me and says, "Maybe we should mount some cameras in our own bedroom." I smile and give her a kiss.

We cuddle on the bed. Liz indicates, "Maybe we should take another beach vacation. Sherry, Lisa, and I can start planning it tomorrow. When can you get the time off of work?"

I give her a kiss and our naked bodies embrace as we drift off to sleep. I dream erotic dreams about making love on the beach to my wife and my friends while the whole world watches.