The House Sitter: Vacation

I.

When Anne called, Phil took several seconds before moving to answer it. What do you say to your wife after she watched you fuck another woman live, via their house security cameras? He did more than fuck, he delved into lifelong fantasies and depravities that he never shared with her.

He licked his lips and tasted his own cum. It was cum that he had lapped up from Claire's asshole after his first time having anal sex. She made a bargain to suck his cock clean after he finished fucking her ass, if he would clean her semen-drenched anus with his tongue. She knew he would do it. He was already under her spell.

When Claire told him that Anne was watching them, he panicked. She was a thousand miles away on a two-week family vacation. Yesterday he flew home for a couple of days to handle a business crisis. His plan was to rejoin them tomorrow. It was a little interruption to some family time. Anne was very understanding about things like this.

But somehow, he ended up having an affair with the house sitter. His mind flashed toward thoughts of divorce, a broken family, and ruined lives. As CEO of a Fortune 500 company, he was vulnerable to blackmail and extortion. Knowing that his wife was involved made it so much worse.

The phone continued to ring.

Claire tried to comfort him. She explained who she was, a Licensed Physical Sex Therapist. But, she admitted, she and Anne were now in love. There was some explaining this encounter as part of Anne's plan for the three of them to become a throuple, a love triad. She said a lot more words, but it all sounded like a confusing jangle of noise.

He needed to talk with Anne. But he was still in a mental fog from the best sex of his life. Sex with another woman. Committing adultery in front of the woman to whom he committed his life. Pursuing his darkest, most perverse fantasies while the mother of his children watched.

The phone continued to ring.

As part of her attempt to calm him down, Claire explained how every time she and Anne made love was recorded, and they wanted to share those videos with him. His stupid, traitorous cock started getting hard without permission. He realized what an unfaithful scumbag he was.

He had asked Anne to call. Looking straight into one of the house security cameras, he said, "Anne, if you're watching, let's talk."

She called immediately.

Oh shit, he thought. He answered the house phone and put it on speaker but couldn't think of anything to say. They stayed in silence for several seconds before Claire spoke up.

"What'd you think, Anne?"

Phil was visibly incredulous. "What did you think?"

"On a scale of one to 10, I'm giving it an 8.5," Anne said. "You were perfect Claire, but Phil was a little out of his depth." They both laughed. Phil remained incredulous.

"Whois this?" he squawked. "The Anne I know would not be okay with any of this."

"I'm not that person anymore, Phil. Claire and I have done things you can't even imagine."

Claire interjected, "And now, Phil and I have done things he couldn't imagine. Everyone is expanding their horizons." She tried to sound peppy, to take the weirdness level down a couple of notches. It didn't work.

"What is the objective here?" Phil asked. "Are we supposed to become -- what did you call it Claire -- a throuple?"

"I'm willing," said Anne.

"So am I," said Claire.

Phil was sitting, naked, on the edge of the bed. The bed he shared with his wife, in their home, down the hall from their children's bedrooms. He turned to look at Claire, who was laying naked next to him. She was young, and so beautiful.

His fucking cock started to stiffen again. Her large, soft breasts were enough to get him rock hard. He wanted to straddle her chest and tit-fuck her until he shot a load on her angelic, freckled face. Damn, he thought, that idea sure came on fast.

"I know what you're thinking, Phil," Anne said. "I'm thinking about doing things with Claire also. To be honest, I have my hand in my panties right now."

Claire smiled and lifted one of her breasts to her lips and licked her own nipple. "Maybe we should get together in the same room to continue this conversation," she said.

"Claire, would you like to join us on our little family vacation?" Anne asked.

Phil looked shocked. What was Anne thinking?

"Don't worry Phil. The kids already know and love Claire. They think of her as the nanny. You really should pay attention to things happening in your own home. Regardless, the days will be for them, but once they go to bed, the evenings will be for us."

"I'm in," Claire said.

He didn't know what to say. This was all happening too fast. It was clear that they had thought this through. His wife was having a relationship with a beautiful, young woman, in their home. Right under his nose.

"And Phil, take this time to get to know Claire. You'll love her as much as I do. I'm sure of it."

II.

Anne never gave Phil a straight answer on how she selected the vacation accommodations. Did she know Claire would join them at some point? Or was it a fortuitous stroke of luck?

There were two houses on five acres of beach front property in Costa Rica, a three-bedroom main house and a two bedroomcasita. The kids were now of the age and maturity that their parents trusted them to stay in the smaller place on the far side of the property, while their parents and Claire stayed in the main house.

Separate pools for each house gave the kids somewhere to play away from the watchful eyes of their parents. Or, from the adult's perspective, it kept the kids a safe distance from the things that consenting adults do.

Anne and Phil enjoyed adventures with their young teens even more with Claire acting as the nanny. There was an added level of joy, seeing the kids adopt her as family. It helped that she took unabashed pleasure in spoiling them rotten and catering to their every wish. "That's what vacations are for," Anne told Phil.

From the first day they were all together, tensions between Anne and Phil began to dissipate in the warm ocean breeze. Without the stress of his work or their latent marital problems, they were able to relax and appreciate family time.

After lunch, they lounged under an umbrella on the beach watching the kids cavort about in the ocean, with Claire playing right alongside. Phil had introduced them to some fun music. They blasted The Beach Boys, Jan and Dean, and Dick Dale from a portable speaker. Claire joined in with the kids singing along on every chorus.

When Phil reached across to take Anne's hand, she felt a reconnection building in the quiet peace of the sunny day. The burgeoning relationship between the three of them was strengthening, and what started as a crazy plan to fix a collapsing, sexless marriage seemed possible.

Phil had an issue keeping his erection under control whenever Claire went by in her beachwear. More than once, Anne threw a towel or a book into his lap to cover up his excitement. Anticipating the adult adventures planned for later in the night made it difficult to keep his sexual appetites contained.

A one piece, open-side swimsuit with a plunging neckline and high-cut thong back was Claire's favored beachwear. Her soft, pendent breasts overflowed the sides of the swimsuit, and her generous curves were displayed to full effect. Phil came to understand Anne's obsession with watching her walk. He too was hypnotized by her bouncing ass cheeks when she chased around and played on the beach.

Not that Anne didn't look amazing in her bikini. She preferred the skimpiest bikinis, although she always wore a wrap when the kids were around. Her breasts were about a handful in size, but they stood high and firm on her athletic body. Her long legs, toned like a dancer, seemed to go on forever, and her shapely ass swallowed the string bikini bottom.

After dinner on the first day, Claire took the kids back to their separatecasita and got them settled in for the night. She wrote the phone number to the main house on a pad next to the telephone and made sure they understood to call if there was any trouble. Otherwise, she told them, they were expected to stay in the house at night. They could stay up as late as they wanted playing video games, listening to music, or watching movies. But they were not to come out at night. If they needed to leave, she or their parents would come to get them.

When she returned, Anne and Phil were sitting at a table by the large swimming pool. The summer sun was almost set, and the long shadows were turning to full darkness. A low light was set at the other end of the pool to draw away the insects.

Their voices were low, private. Were they wondering if this experiment masquerading as a vacation was all a big mistake? Was her bonding with Phil causing Anne to become jealous? Or was her affair with Anne a harder pill for Phil to swallow than he was letting on?

She thought back to when she had cancelled the lease at her office. She had used her professional connections to help her receptionist find a better paying position, but they had worked together for years. When they finally got her office shut down and she dropped the keys through the mail slot, they cried and hugged and said their goodbyes. Both promised they would get together for drinks soon, but she knew how those good intentions usually worked out. A brief flash of fear stopped her... had she given up her therapist practice for a crazy dream?

She paused, using her therapist training and experience to bring her thoughts back into order. Better than anyone she understood where this destructive line of thinking led. Nothing any of them said gave any indication of regrets.

In fact, the night Anne watched her and Phil have uninhibited, no-limits sex, she revealed her insane plan for them to become a throuple. The rest of that night unraveled like a fever dream -- the atmosphere was too hot and permeated with the scents from their fucking. They both felt shamed and afraid but also imbued with a tinge of hope. The wild rampage of sex she and Phil shared was truly consummated with conversation, sharing, laughing, and awkwardly dancing around their mutual love of Anne.

It was like the magical first date where you realize that the fates have brought you together with your soul mate. Anne and Phil had a magical first date in college when they stayed up until sunrise talking about their futures and ideas to fix the world. Over a shared, hot, butter-drenched cinnamon roll from a cheap restaurant popular with students, Phil worked up the courage to take her hand in his. Anne was the brave one then, initiating their first coffee and cinnamon-flavored kiss.

And earlier this year, Anne came to Claire as a therapy patient. After only a couple of months as her therapist, Claire did the unthinkable -- declaring her love for Anne. As she helplessly watched Anne run out of her office, shaken and confused, Claire was sure they would never see each other again. When Anne, coming back to the office and collided into her, they embraced, cried, and shared their first deeply passionate kiss. They made love on the couch of her office, and everything changed for them.

Anne caught Claire's eye, and gave her a warm, loving smile. She was reminded of the depth of her love for Anne and, just like that, everything was okay again. She called her over to the table and poured her a glass of a chilled coyol wine. In the heat and humidity, the coyol palm beverage tasted like coconut water and was a perfect drink for cooling off and unwinding.

The three of them were alone for the first time. There was some idle chat about how delicious dinner was and what the plan was for tomorrow. They all seemed unwilling to have any deeper discussion about their future.

Lacking the assertiveness to ask for what he really wanted, Phil slapped his hands down on the table and declared that he needed a shower. Claire, who rarely lacked for assertiveness, suggested they rinse off the sweat of the day at the outdoor shower by the cabana. Swimsuits and beach wraps were soon tossed aside, and they raced to be the first under the cooling water.

Ever the gentleman, Phil offered the first shower to either of the ladies. With only a glance, they both stepped onto the teak wood platform and let the oversized rainfall shower head pour cold water over their glistening nude bodies. After a few minutes of letting the rainfall rinse them, Anne took a handful of liquid soap and began to lather up Claire's back. Her soapy hands slipped around to the front, and she massaged Claire's pendulous tits. Claire leaned her arms against the slatted teak enclosure, arching her back and thrusting back against Anne. She responded by soaping up Claire's ass and pussy, sudsing her up as if for an inspection. She took the handheld sprayer and rinsed her all over.

Phil, satisfied that his scheme to watch them shower together worked, stood there smiling. He made a passing effort at stroking his cock, but that was all it needed to stiffen like an iron rod.

The women, engrossed in their own slippery undulations, ignored him. Claire took a handful of soapy foam and slid her hand between Anne's ass cheeks, delving deep with each up and down stroke. Anne writhed under her touch and pinched and pulled on her nipples.

While the shower head rained down on them, they turned to face each other and pulled in for a slippery embrace and a long, passionate kiss. Their hands explored, gliding down back sides to squeeze firm, round ass cheeks. They sucked and nuzzled their necks and ears, licking the beaded water from their chilled skin.

Claire guided Anne to turn around and bend at the waist. Anne leaned against the slatted wood wall for stability, her back arched and her ass presented high. Kneeling behind her, Claire spread Anne's ass cheeks wide and slid her tongue up from the back of her pussy over her asshole and down again. After a few teasing passes, she burrowed in, pressing her face deep into Anne's behind. At the same time, she frigged her with two fingers, alternating between stroking her clit and sliding in and out of her pussy.

Unable to believe his eyes, Phil watched as his prudish wife allowed Claire to press her tongue into her asshole, as he had dreamed of doing so often. His boner throbbed with jealousy, desperately wanting to join them, but at the same time entranced by the lascivious show they were putting on.

Anne soon started to twitch and shake. Claire redoubled her efforts, fighting to stay pressed against Anne and ushering her to an even greater climax. As Anne's pleasure took her over the edge, Claire stood and pulled her into another embrace, comforting and helping to steady her weakened legs. Anne licked at Claire's face and chin, savoring the natural juices that flowed from her own pussy.

When Anne sucked Claire's tongue deep into her mouth, Phil almost fell over. This same woman was repulsed at any of his efforts at anal play. He was reminded of her words from a couple of days ago. She had done things he couldn't imagine. His eyes widened as he wondered what else she meant.

At this point the women noticed Phil standing there, cock in hand. They giggled and beckoned for him to join them. With Claire in front and Anne behind, they washed him. Claire kneeled in front to bathe his raging erection. After rinsing him off, she took his cock to her lips and kissed and licked the fleshy tip. She struggled to open her mouth wide enough for his girth to slide all the way to the back. With him filling her mouth, she wrapped her hands around his girth and stroked while she sucked him off.

Anne, having scrubbed and rinsed his back side, now kneeled behind him. He stood with his legs spread, so she reached between his legs and took his balls into her hand. She applied a gentle massage to complement Claire's efforts. Reaching around with her other arm, she ran her hand along his muscular abdomen, teasing and tickling him. She nipped and kissed his taut ass cheeks playfully, getting a little more aggressive than he was used to.

After several minutes, Phil was beginning to moan and writhe, signaling that he was ready to cum. Anne, knowing that she only had moments, reached with both hands and spread his ass cheeks wide. She buried her face deep in his crack and plunged her tongue up his ass.

Phil, caught off guard, released his full load straight onto Claire's face. Strings of pearly white cum spurted out and draped off her cheek, nose, lips and chin. Pulse after pulse poured out of him as Anne slathered his anus with her tongue, extending his orgasm longer than he imagined possible.

When he finally stopped, Anne came around to Claire and started licking his cum off her face. Claire licked around her lips to get what she could reach. Phil collapsed back against the shower wall, weakened and drained. He watched as his beautiful wife and their amazing new partner kissed and licked at each other with libidinous passion. Anne bent down to Claire's heaving breasts and slurped up any of the fluids that had dripped down.

Phil helped them stand up and supported them as they stumbled to an outdoor, wicker clamshell bed by the pool. They all collapsed into it and pulled the mosquito netting closed behind them. Exhausted and out of breath, they snuggled together and fell asleep, a tangle of naked bodies.

It was their first night together as a family.

Phil woke up at sunrise needing to piss so bad that he worried if he would make it to the restroom. Getting out of the bed was such an awkward struggle that he awakened Claire, who was not used to his morning habits.

When he returned, she had moved in to snuggle against Anne. Both women lay in sleepy, languorous poses with a look of quiet serenity on their angelic faces.

It had been years since he stopped to really appreciate his wife's beauty. He always seemed to be thinking about work. Even during their infrequent lovemaking, it was easier to follow a comfortable script that didn't take much effort. The goal was to get it over with.

He hated admitting it, even to himself: a couple nights ago, he'd watched Claire when he shouldn't have. Every detail of her body was burned into his mind. Even if spying on her was unintentional at the time, he stayed watching her for far too long. Despite his shame for being aroused, he masturbated in the shower fantasizing about her.

And now he was in a relationship with the woman who had declared her love for his wife. Maybe this would work. Maybe it wouldn't. It was worth the try.

III.

Each day, they spent more time on the beach, explored nearby towns, and joined various guided excursions. The kids were surprisingly adventurous, eating whatever street food the local vendors offered, i. e., ceviche, vigorón, taco tico, empanadas, and a lot ofarroz con pollo. They drank homemade fruit drinks out of bags with a straw and cooled off withcopos, Costa Rican snow cones. Every day they made a game of finding new foods to eat or variations on favorites.

Claire was the most adventurous, and she pulled them along in her wake. The kids -- normally so picky -- refused to be the first to turn down a new food challenge from Claire. At first, Anne and Phil hesitated, but pressure from the kids, and Claire's enthusiasm, won them over. Soon they were finding local hole-in-the-wall restaurants guidebooks ignored.

When they returned for the night the kids were excited to return to their privatecasita to connect with their friends at home and enjoy shared movie time. The adults recharged with a quick nap and a cooling swim before the evening's entertainment.

These first nights they made love with a tentative awkwardness, trying to work out how to manage three people. They agreed no one was to be pressured into joining. Some nights it was all three, other nights, two of them would share passion while the third watched or even napped if they were too tired.

At first, all seemed well.

But then Anne started to sense a pattern. Too often, she thought, Phil and Claire would let her continue to nap or even sleep through the night. After three nights in a row, she started to feel as if she were being excluded.

When she woke one night, after a longer than intended recovery nap, she found Phil with Claire straddled in his lap on the deck of the pool. They were on a padded chaise lounge locked in a deep, slow passionate kiss while she took his thick erection up her ass. She rode him up and down slowly, savoring every inch of his flesh sliding in and out of her clenching anus.

Anne watched from the shadows, enjoying the beauty of Claire's fluid, sensuous movements on her husband's prodigious erection. She knew his cock was large, but it looked massive pushing in and stretching her sphincter as he came out.

Now that it was available to him, Phil craved anal sex or some wild anal play. But Anne had not yet offered her asshole to him. The special moment she was planning to surprise him with never seemed quite right. Claire's ass, on the other hand, was often available to him and he never passed up the opportunity.

Reaching back to stretch her ass cheeks wide, Claire's heavy breasts thrust forward, tempting Phil to suck a nipple into his mouth. He squeezed and massaged her tits as she continued to ride him.

Unable to resist, Anne leaned against the door frame and started to rub her pussy through the small triangle of bikini fabric. Not wearing a top, her other hand cupped one of her breasts and rolled the nipple between her thumb and forefinger. She began to settle into a comfortable self-stimulation while watching their erotic motions.

She saw Claire lean in and whisper in Phil's ear. The words were unclear, but she saw Phil nod his head, reading his lips as he whispered 'yes.' Claire kept whispering and Phil kept nodding his head.

When Claire started increasing the pace of her movements, she also started to speak louder. It soon became clear that she was encouraging him, using dirty talk to bring him to release. She called out, loud enough to be heard clearly, "Fuck me, fuck me! Dammit Phil, your cock is too much, you're ripping my filthy ass in half! Use me, I'm your fucking whore! Fill my gaping asshole with your cum!"

Phil got in on the talk, calling out to her between thrusting grunts, "Take this you nasty whore! Take it all you fucking slut!"

"Does that feel good, you ass hungry fuck. Does it?" She snarled at him.

He snapped back. "You want this, you fucking slut?!"

"Bring it on, you... you ass hungry fuck!" she said. You love doing the shameful things! My asshole owns you! I own you!"

He started pumping into her faster, with a cresting ferocity.

"You want to crawl in there, don't you? You'll slurp up your own cum if it's dripping out of my asshole, won't you?!"

"I'll do anything for your slut ass. Anything!" His crotch was slapping against her ass so hard and fast she had to brace against getting pushed off the chaise lounge.

"You want to feel what I feel, don't you?!" Phil didn't specifically answer, but instead made a sort of noncommittal grunt. Claire didn't relent, "You want to feel it, don't you. To know what it's like to take a big fucking cock right up the pipe, don't you!"

"Yes, if its what you want, then I want it! Anything... anything..." In his frenzied state, he would have said whatever it took to please Claire. She owned him. Maybe he meant it. But right now, he could feel his balls contracting, his ass cheeks clenching, the focusing of all his energies into his groin.

When he finally erupted, he pulled out and splattered Claire's beautiful, pale behind with his semen. He slapped his cock against her butt cheeks to shake off the last of it, and she smothered his face with her massive tits. He gasped from exhaustion, but also from being unable to take a deep breath as she suffocated him under her milky white flesh.

This language from Phil was new to Anne. She and Claire had early on taken to referring to each other as whores, but it seemed so tame when they said it to each other. It was so aggressive, so demanding, while he plunged in and out of her ass. They were bonding in a way that she and Phil had never done. Why was it making her jealous?

Anne stepped out of the shadows to join them, but they were so engaged in the moment they didn't see her right away. Stepping closer she heard Claire ask, "Do you love me, Phil? Tell me you love me. Tell me how much you love me." Phil tried to speak, muffled by the mountains of flesh she pressed into him. He never got out any clear words, but his muffled noises sounded like he was trying to say 'yes.'

"This is what I wanted, right?" she whispered to herself. Anne wanted Phil to love Claire as much as she did. But somehow, it seemed different now. When he first fucked Claire, it was part of the plan. Since they've been here on vacation, Phil filtered his burgeoning feelings for Claire through her, and it was something to which she gave her stamp of approval. But this, she realized, was just between them. And they were starting to spend a lot more time together.

Without her.

Claire stood up and turned around. She straddled Phil's face and lowered herself down to present her ass to his waiting tongue. This was a thing that she often had Phil do, especially after fucking her ass. Phil was eager to please her. He lapped up his dripping cum off her behind and took the opportunity to plunge his tongue deep into her tightening rosette.

Anne watched her bend over to take his semi-erect cock in her mouth. Startled to see Anne standing there watching, she looked almost guilty for a moment, Anne thought. But then Claire flashed her a huge smile. "Just in time, darling. Come here, join me. There's plenty of Phil to share."

Anne hesitated, unsure what to do with this unfamiliar rising jealousy. Another poisonous little thought arose--too often she was the one positioned to suck their combined fluids off his cock after he fucked Claire in the ass.

Unable to push past this feeling, she gave Claire a weak smile and gestured for her to finish. Claire shrugged and wrapped her hands around Phil's softening cock. With a tight squeeze and a few strokes, he started to stiffen again, and she descended on it.

Anne watched them for several more minutes before she turned to walk back into the house. If the others had looked, they would have seen her dab at the tears that were starting to stream down her cheeks. "This is what I wanted for us," she whispered to herself.

IV.

After a playful day at the beach, the whole family gathered for a simple late lunch brought in by Luciana, a beautiful dark-haired young woman who prepared meals for the guests at thishacienda.

A tray of local fruits laden with fresh mango, sweet and tangy guanábana, spiky red and yellow rambutan, and floral-scented guava started the meal. There was also a delicious, chilled ceviche with tortilla chips alongside a tray of sliced avocados harvested from the property. She even surprised them with a homemade loaf ofpan casero.

"Join us, Luciana," Claire said. "You've put out so much food, we'll never eat it all."

"I cannot, señorita Claire. I have much work still to do," Luciana said.

"Please, pleaasssse," the kids begged, but Luciana still demurred. Her eyes revealed how difficult it was to disappoint the kids. They had developed an immediate affection for her, and she delighted in making them special snacks and treats to take with them during the day.

As Luciana cleaned up from the meal, Anne took her aside and spoke quietly with her. Neither Phil nor Claire knew what Anne was discussing with her, but Luciana nodded her head and smiled with a bashful pursing of her lips before continuing with her tasks. Phil noticed that she cast smiling, furtive glances at Claire and Anne while she worked.

The kids returned to theircasita for the remainder of the day to meet up with a couple of other young teens staying at a nearby resort. Anne arranged to have some party junk food and sodas delivered for their dinner. Vacation rules were in full effect.

Long, late afternoon shadows filtered through the encircling trees, creating crazy patterns and striped shadows across the verdant lawn. The heat of the day, the buzz of insects and the distant, dull roar of the ocean lulled them both into a languid drowsiness. Phil surrendered earlier and went in to take a nap in the comfort of refrigerated air.

Things seemed to return to a more balanced situation that afternoon. Claire showed Anne her favorite way to mix a bright, fruity sangria with a touch of brandy that became an instant favorite. They lay on chaise lounges in the shade of the pool cabana, sipping from large crystal goblets with droplets of condensation pooling at the base.

They talked and laughed just between themselves. It felt like simpler times, before Phil was introduced into the relationship. Claire took Anne's hand as they rested, and it felt right again. Whatever toxic doubts Anne had about Claire and Phil's budding love seemed silly in the moment.

Sweat glistened on their nude bodies from the unrelenting summer heat and humidity. Anne's light golden tan glowed in the late afternoon sun and the beaded sweat on her body sparkled like diamonds. Claire lay under the shade's protection, always careful to avoid too much direct exposure on her milky white skin. She loved the way her pendulous breasts battled the inevitability of time and gravity, still riding high and firm on her chest, even as they flattened under their own weight.

From this angle, the slight bulge of baby fat on her abdomen flattened seductively above the thick, well-coiffed triangle of pubic hair. The flowing curves of her hips and long, toned legs led to her delicate feet with the cutest little toes.

After spending months obsessing over Claire's obvious physical attractions, Anne noticed how adorable her little feet were. She found herself with a new obsession.

She took great care in washing her feet, applying lotions, manicuring, and painting her little toenails. And when they made love, each toe was gently suckled, nibbled, and teased, as were the spaces between. Claire enjoyed Anne's foot fetish. No one ever paid her feet any attention before. Amazing, Anne thought.

Anne, compelled by lust and alcohol, kneeled at the end of Claire's chaise lounge, and started to kiss and lick her toes while massaging her feet. She took her crystal goblet of sangria and poured an icy dribble of fruit and wine across her toes. Claire jumped at the cold liquid but didn't pull away. Instead, she pointed her toes and lifted them into Anne's hands and waiting lips. Anne lavished attention on her toes, suckling as if she expected to bring each to erection and ejaculation.

Claire ran the fingers of one hand through her hair, writhing from the stimulation. Reaching across her chest with the other arm, she took a jiggling, fleshy breast into her hands, squeezing and pinching her own nipple. She pulled back the leg of her unattended foot and twisted, arching her back and thrusting her hips forward.

Without a word, she made it clear that Anne needed to bring her tongue up to the moist nexus between her legs. The chords of stimulation between her toes and her pussy were tuned tight and reverberating with excitement. Anne's tongue strummed the exact notes to trigger the release of a flood of natural fluids, coating her inner thighs and the crack of her ass.

Anne knew exactly how to read the Claire's signals. She knew when the extended teasing and stimulation laid the perfect foundation for insinuating herself between Claire's legs. She knew Claire was ready to be driven to the erotic edge of madness.

Claire was in the right frame of mind to just receive the sort of unrelenting attention Anne was delivering. She closed her eyes and sucked in her bottom lip, biting it hard. Anne positioned herself, spreading Claire's legs wide and pushing her knees back.

Displayed before her was a tantalizing display. The curling triangle of dark, thick, pubic hair and her puffy, pink vulva with her labia petals unfolding. Peeking out from beneath the glistening pink hood, the opalescent pearl of her clitoris beckoned.

Hidden behind the petals was the tight, enticing opening of her increasingly drenched pussy. Anne inhaled a deep breath of Claire's enticing feminine scent. This scent was irresistible, and as Phil was napping in the cool of the house, Anne was excited to savor and horde Claire's juices for herself.

Raised up on her elbows, Claire looked across at the top of Anne's head, an unruly mop of sun-bleached auburn hair. Behind that, her athletic body extended back to the widening flair of her hips and muscular behind. Wiggling into position, Anne leaned forward, reaching around Claire's legs and up to cup her breasts. As her tongue began the long, steady glide along the length of her pussy, she rubbed gentle circles around Claire's nipples.

Savoring the feeling of Anne's delicate hands and lapping tongue, she dropped her head back and closed her eyes. Her mind hyper-focused on the roar of the ocean, the scent of the salty sea air, the piercing caw of the seagulls, the gentle breeze dancing across her naked flesh, and the cool rivulets of perspiration rolling off her belly. With the rest of the world blocked out, she cleared her mind to appreciate Anne's hands and tongue on her body. She laid back off her elbows and snuggled into the padding on the chaise lounge.

Claire, thinking back to her work as a certified physical sex therapist, appreciated the tremendous improvement in Anne's cunnilingus techniques. On their first encounter, Anne's initial approached to Claire's vagina was tentative. She was not just trying something new, but, prior to then, unimaginable.

However, Anne embraced her desire to make love with Claire that first time. Something in her mind seemed to switch off her inhibitions and she leaped into action like a feral animal, unleashed and desperate.

She even violated her personal rule against anal play, licking, sucking and plunging her tongue deep into Claire's asshole on their first encounter. Her shame at this was so great that it was several months before she would allow herself to do it again.

But Anne now used her tongue like an artist brush, sometimes delicate, other times passionately savage. She listened to Claire's breathing and played her responses like a violin. Her tongue slid along her slit in rising crescendos and gradually softening decrescendos, increasing the tempo followed by long, slow adagios.

And when she turned her attention to Claire's clit, she circled the button with the tip of her tongue and then swept across it in broad sweeps, flicking it with each pass. She used every bit of her knowledge about what she enjoyed being done to her, as well as the things she learned from Claire. The result was sensual perfection, taking Claire to the edge of climax. She twitched and squirmed, simultaneously trying to retreat for relief and push harder against Anne's for more stimulation.

After lavishing her pussy and clitoris for a mind-blowing eternity, Anne felt the first quivers of Claire's orgasm. A release of oily natural fluids washed across her tongue and down her chin. She leaned in harder, cupping her lips against Claire's vulva and probing deeply with her tongue.

She took Claire's flushed pink areolas between her thumbs and forefingers and pinched hard. She stretched the nipples, pulling the voluptuous, honey soft pink tips taut into a fleshy cone. The nerve pathways between the stretched peaks of her tits and the heart of her arousal coursed with electricity. She spasmed and twisted, fighting against Anne's hold on her while her body wracked with wave after wave of orgasms.

When Anne released Claire from her ministrations, it was almost a full minute before the twitching and spasms receded. Claire's face and neck flushed a bright pink, and she gasped for breath. Anne pulled her chaise lounge closer and sat on the edge, taking Claire's hand.

"Goodness, honey," Claire said, "I'm going to need a second to calm down. My legs are still shaking."

"Take your time baby. I want us to rest up for a little special time with Phil."

"That'll be great. Are you thinking tonight's the night...?"

"I don't know. I keep thinking there'll be a special moment, maybe the heavens will open up and shine a ray of light through the clouds onto my asshole."

"The moment you offer it to him will be like that to Phil. You know how he is. He wants it... he needs it, and frankly, my backdoor could use a little break."

After confessing this, Claire watched Anne's expression change. Her smile faded, and her downcast eyes closed with sadness.

"I heard you asking him if he loved you the other day," Anne said, her head hanging low. "I don't know why, but it hurt to hear him say 'yes.'"

Claire enfolded Anne's hands with her own and looked up at her with pleading eyes. "That's what we wanted, isn't it?"

"Of course it is. I feel so stupid for feeling like this... like I was losing him to you."

"I understand, darling. It's means so much to me that you are sharing your feelings, telling me, so we can get past it."

"He loves fucking you so much. Jeez, he can't get enough of your ass."

Claire smiled. She didn't have to say anything, they both knew that Phil was completely under her spell, and a big part of it was the magic he attributed to her ass.

"He has a suppressed desire that needs an outlet. The thrill of this taboo is overwhelming to him."

"I knew it the first time I saw you give him a chance to tongue-fuck your ass. I saw him fulfill all his fantasies in you. All the things that I denied him."

"When you're ready, he's willing. That's the long and short of it."

"I'm still worried. What if I can't handle it?"

"We've done all the practice -- the toys, the plugs. Remember the mind-blowing orgasm when I fisted your ass? You're as ready as you'll ever be."

"Tonight. I want to open myself up to him. And I want you to do something special for us. He really got into talking dirty, calling you a slut, being his whore."

"I noticed. He jumped into the game right away."

"I think I might want to get in on the fun too."

"It's all part of letting go of the things that hold us back. You'll love it."

Anne nodded in agreement. "How about we do a little prep? C'mon, give me a hand putting in a butt-plug."

V.

Low, pale grey clouds rolled in from the ocean bringing a light rain and gentle, cooling winds. Anne made a call to thecasita to check on the children. The kids were having a small party with four other kids from the nearby resort. The rain drove them in from the pool, but they were content to snack and play video games. She heard some horseplay in the background that suggested they were running around, so she cautioned them to be careful and wished them a good night.

With her motherly duties done, she accepted another glass of sangria from Claire. She wondered if she really wanted another drink, or did she need something to bolster her confidence.

Claire sensed Anne's hesitance and came up from behind her to scatter delicate kisses along her bare shoulders. "C'mon, let's go wake up Rumpelstiltskin," she said.

Anne moved with some discomfort. She had a very large anal plug inserted. It felt like her ass was full and the core of her body was carrying a stone. It took some time for Claire to stretch her sphincter, inserting one finger, then two, three, and finally four. She was generous with the lube and rotated her inserted fingers around, in, and out until Anne began to relax enough to receive the plug.

By stimulating her clitoris, Claire brought Anne to multiple orgasms before pushing the tip of the plug up to her nether opening. It took a few tries, and a lot of pressure from Claire to get the thick part through the tight ring. As soon as she did, her anus closed around the stem in a welcoming grip.

Now she felt an arousal that came from having an intrusive object stimulating the countless nerves in her anus. A euphoric bliss settled over her, assisted by the slight buzz from the sangria. Every step brought her closer to another climax and her natural pussy juices already moistened her bikini bottom.

Claire tried tiptoeing in behind Anne but was too tipsy and giggled too loud. Anne knew she was buzzing but considered herself to be fully in control. She might be lying to herself, she thought, but it was working.

Phil slept on his side, still wearing his loose fitting, tropical-themed, blue swim trunks. The two women pulled up alongside the bed, holding each other steady, and looked down on the sleeping man.

"Damn, he looks good," Claire said.

"Mmm-hmm," said Ann. "Why would I settle for ho-hum sex from this handsome man? I should have done anything to make him happy."

"He wasn't bringing his A-game either, darling. But that was then--"

"--and this is a good time to fuck his brains out."

They both laughed louder than they thought, and Phil stirred. Blinking his eyes and squinting, he saw two beautiful, bikini-clad women, both wobbling a little bit, staring back down at him. A Cheshire Cat smile spread across his face, confident that his evening was going to be a wild ride.

"Alright, man-whore! Bring that filthy cock out, it's time to party!" Anne commanded.

"Huh?" Phil said.

Claire turned to Anne, "Too much, honey."

"Softer?"

"Softer."

"Wake up baby," Anne said to Phil. "We're missing you." She turned to Claire, "Better?"

"Better."

Phil sat up and arranged the pillows against the headboard. He took their hands and guided them to snuggle up against him on either side.

The two women both leaned in and began to kiss and lick his chest and hard, little nipples. There was a faint taste of chlorine, but his musky sweat exuded a stronger scent profile the women found both comforting and stimulating. He ran his fingers through both of their hair and leaned back to accept their sensuous attention in stereo.

As they caressed, kissed and nipped at his chest and abdomen, the two women occasionally met in the middle and took a few moments to share passionate, tongue-swirling kisses. They scraped their fingernails with gentle, definite pressure across his skin, leaving faint scratches and welts on his flesh.

His turgid cock swelled and pushed against his swim trunks. Claire reached in through the waistband and took his manhood in her hand. Even in this semi-erect state, his circumference was bigger than her hand, but she had a strong firm grip and began to squeeze and stroke him under the fabric.

Anne moved up to share a long, tender kiss that evolved into a tongue wrestling and sucking exchange. Phil tasted the fruity citrus and wine from the sangria on her lips and sucked her tongue into his mouth. He pulled her in tight and ran his hand up and down her back, massaging her shoulders and squeezing her tight, athletic ass. An unexpected wave of love for his amazing wife crashed over him. His heart ached for her in a way it had not for years.

"Hips up," Claire commanded, snapping him out of his dreamy, love-struck state.

"Huh, oh yeah," Phil said, planting his feet and raising his hips. Claire stopped stroking his cock long enough pull his trunks off his hips and work them down his legs. Phil kicked them off and away from the bed. His erection was standing straight up, pulsing with his heartbeat and swinging side-to-side as he moved back into position.

With one hand, Claire squeezed at the base of his cock and begin to stroke up and down, stretching the penis skin taut. Her other hand slapped his inner thighs to get him to spread his legs. When he complied, she pushed her hand between his legs and rubbed gently at his balls. Her fingernails scratched and tickled along the taint behind his scrotum, right up to the edge of his asshole.

Claire smiled, remembering the hairy mess she first encountered as she licked and plunged her tongue into his anus the first time they had sex. Phil never believed that some women appreciated a man's hairy balls and ass, even though his fantasies were for women with thick, natural bush.

Both her and Anne trimmed it just enough for this vacation to keep it in the bikini bottom, but at home, Anne told her, he obsessed over full bush. Before their relationship began to go cold, he delighted in seeing the wild, curling hair peeking out of either side of her panties. He loved to nuzzle and take in deep breaths of her feminine scents. He ran his fingers through the thick matte and delighted in the tactile sensation.

He confessed to Claire that it all went back to the first time he saw some older, hardcore pornographic magazines. Those thick bushes made an impact on him, second only to the first time he saw a woman spreading her butt cheeks wide with a crinkled pink asshole winking back at him. They were all hairy back then, he recalled, smiling wistfully.

Phil laid back, his heart racing and his mind trailing behind, trying to process this moment. Snuggled against him on the left, his wife, the mother of his children, the angel who supported him through his career climb, the patient saint who stayed with him even as he drifted away. And the woman who brought Claire into his life.

Claire, the woman on his right, stroked his shaft with a grip almost as strong as his own. She was the beautiful, young temptress that stepped out of her silk robe and into the shower with him that first night, the seductress to whom he was prepared to sacrifice his marriage, his family, and his career.

She was confirmation that, given the opportunity, his dick would lead him onto the cheating side of town. Even as he knew he was an unfaithful piece of shit, he also knew that she was here, now, fulfilling a crazy plan his wife concocted to bring them all together. What had he done to deserve this?

Claire looked up to catch Phil's attention. Glancing down, they locked eyes, and she began her slow descent, taking his cock into her mouth. Phil watched as she sucked the tip into her mouth, alternating between sucking, licking and dribbling down the length. Still looking up at him, she took in more of him. She reached her mouth's limit and began to bob up and down slowly. Her suction was almost as strong as her grip, he thought.

The blissful stimulation of her skill spread from the root of his cock throughout his body. He felt it in the clenching of his sphincter. It pulled at his belly button like it was tied to a string. His shoulders sagged and his arms weakened even as the back of his neck tensed and the skin on his scalp tingled. A warmth rose up his face, and his eyes closed again, euphoria enveloping him like a cloud.

Claire applied her witchcraft to his raging erection, time and again taking him to the edge. Every time he was about to erupt, she would use one of her many techniques to draw him back. Whatever the two women had planned, it didn't involve shooting his load until they gave him permission.

Anne nuzzled and kissed Phil throughout most of this until she made her move to straddle his face. "Scoot down," she said. As soon as he made room, she stood on the bed, stepped over him and squatted, descending onto him. Anne was facing Claire, so the expression on his face was behind her, but she knew he would be looking up with unbridled joy.

Phil found himself inches from an anal plug firmly ensconced in Anne's butt. He gawked at it, unbelieving. He knew she and Claire had done a lot of things while they carried on their secret affair, but he never imagined this. Anne was fervently opposed to anything violating her asshole.

Claire handed him a bottle of lubricant. "Smear some around her hole with your fingers. Be generous, but don't make a mess, it'll just drip onto your face. Phil did as he was told, carefully working it in and around, turning and shifting the plug like a joystick.

"Put your hands behind your back. Use your mouth to pull it out," Anne said.

"It's a big one, stud. You're going to have to work at it." The women both giggled.

"I'll help," Anne said, bearing down with a grunt to reveal a little of the stainless-steel plug above the stem against her pink ring. Phil was shocked and afraid. His heart raced. He'd never done this before. He didn't want to hurt her. More importantly, he didn't want to disappoint her.

He adjusted his position slightly and reached with his teeth for the flared end of the stem. Taking it into his mouth, he began to pull and release, working it out and letting it suck back in. He could see more of the plug with every pull. He knew it would be teardrop shaped, but he never expected it to be so wide. He wondered if it would ever push out far enough to release.

Phil strained, pulling and twisting to get the plug out while Anne pushed, like she was giving birth to a stainless-steel trailer hitch ball. Sweat coursed off his forehead, and his neck ached from using unfamiliar muscles. At the limit of his strength, sure that he was going to rip Anne's asshole out, her sphincter rounded the widest part and the plug fell out.

Blinking up at Anne's gaping asshole, Phil marveled at the size of the plug he pulled out of her PTA attending, classroom goodies baking, charity fundraising wife's butthole. Never had he loved her more.

"Good boy," Claire said, "Now spit it out and get down to business. Your wife's asshole isn't going to lick itself."

"And keep your hands behind your back," Anne added. "Don't use your hands at all."

She squatted down onto his face and circled her hips, taking his head for a ride. She felt him nodding as his tongue slid up and down her slit. He alternated between pressing his nose against her anus and sliding his tongue across it. For years she denied him the pleasure of this simple position, afraid to let him enjoy her asshole, and more afraid that she would enjoy it. Claire freed her from these unfounded fears.

"I want to feel your tongue everywhere," Anne growled. "You wanted this. You certainly showed Claire how much you liked tongue fucking her ass." She rode his face hard and made him struggle for breath. When she decided it was time for him to breathe, she would relent and lift a little. Gasping, he would gulp in as much air as he could before she tried to suffocate him again. Phil would get as much as he could handle.

"He loves it, Anne," Claire said. "Show her how deep your tongue will dig into her asshole."

Phil made some muffled sounds that might have been words, but Anne just crushed her pussy over his face even harder. Committing to the task, he worked his tongue along her slit. He flicked the tip over her clit and insinuated it into her pussy, near drowning from the torrent of her juices and his saliva.

When she tilted her hips forward, she positioned her asshole right above his mouth. He did as he was commanded and pushed his tongue deep into her gaping pink entrance. The taboo of sliding his tongue into Anne's formerly off-limits back door was thrill enough, but to hear her take charge was a new level of thrilling. For so long she was almost a silent passenger, along for the ride, but not really caring about the destination.

Anne's loud moans and sexy cooing sounds reminded him of their early lovemaking back in college. She used to be wild when they fucked.

And then some of Phil's fraternity brothers heard her cries of ecstasy coming from his room. The bastards scrambled to bring chairs out into the hallway. They shushed each new person that joined them until quite a few of the guys and their girlfriends were camped outside his door. When Anne and Phil emerged, the fraternity brothers gave them a standing ovation. The guys slapped Phil's back and congratulated him. The young women laughed, clacking their chewing gum and pointing at her as they made their escape.

She never brought it up, but they also never made love in his room again. And she stopped allowing herself to be so expressive and free-spirited. He didn't realize what was missing until she started again on this vacation.

Anne stayed riding his face until she sensed that the lack of a deep breath might be becoming a problem. Her asshole was drenched with his saliva and her pussy poured copious amounts of fluid over his face, which he then smeared back onto her. She wondered if this was a good time to reward him, to present herself for a deep, hard ass-fucking. Glancing at Claire, she sensed that Phil needed to be toyed with a little longer. Anne stood up, her legs cramping from squatting for so long. Phil lay there gasping for air, his mouth opening and closing like a fish in a boat.

Anne lay next to him with her head toward the foot of the bed. "Remember how I watched you fuck Claire's mouth?" Anne asked Phil. He didn't answer. "What did you call it, dear?" she said to Claire.

"Skull fucking," said Claire.

"Yes, skull fucking. He seemed to enjoy doing it to you. I think it's my turn." The two women laughed, delighting in their secret knowledge that Anne practiced for months with a very large dildo to learn how to deep throat her husband.

"If you think he can," Claire said. Phil questioned the level of sarcasm. He was up for everything once he caught his breath again.

Claire liked it hard. Really hard. Choking, retching, coughing, deep throat hard. Skull-fucking hard. Could he do this to his wife? It must be painful and distressing. But she was demanding it.

From the beginning, Anne was vehement in her refusal to get rough in any way. She was always willing to take him in her mouth, but if he started to push or thrust with his hips, she would stop until he got control. He had come to believe that he couldn't cum from having his dick sucked. Claire showed him otherwise. It was glorious.

He moved into a 69 position with his raging erection twitching from his elevated heart rate. It dangled right above Anne's mouth. In this position he would be able to put his body weight into his thrusts. Her throat would take a beating.

Anne adjusted her position. With Claire's help she put a pillow under her shoulders, so her head was better angled to receive Phil. Claire guided his cock between Anne's lips. She opened wide as he pushed in, a slow but unrelenting force. When the tip hit the back of her throat, Phil didn't withdraw. Instead, he continued pushing.

Anne retched, a violent jerking move, almost hitting his face with her knee. But she didn't push him away. He pulled out a bit and then came in a little faster, smacking the back of her throat a little harder. She didn't react as much this time except for adjusting the angle of her head.

"Save the tender love taps for another day, handsome," Claire said.

"Mmmm hmmm," mumbled Anne.

Phil pulled out again and Anne took the opportunity to coat his cock in the viscous saliva that she had retched up. It had felt good, but he was still tentative about doing anything to hurt his wife. A few more timid thrusts bumped the back of her throat, but he knew she wanted more. He began to increase the pace and the strength of his thrusts. She coughed and turned her head a couple of times to catch her breath but was quick to start him again.

He recalled the animal feeling of smashing his cock into Claire's throat. He sped up, crashing into the back of Anne's throat with abandon. He alternated a half dozen hard and fast thrusts and a long, driving impact with such force that his cock bent against the back of her throat. When he relented and pulled out, Anne coughed and sputtered, turning her head to spit out the strings of saliva that dripped off his cock. When she caught her breath, she would slap him on the ass to have him bring it on again.

Claire cheered them, providing words of encouragement while she moved into position to lap at Anne’s clit and slide two fingers into her pussy. Soon her words devolved into mumbling sounds as she focused on Anne's clit with her tongue and caressing her g-spot with two curling fingers.

With her attention focused on pleasuring Anne, Claire felt, rather than saw, the moment Phil burst past her barrier and pushed deep into her throat. She bucked, snapping her legs together hard against Claire's head. She looked up to see Phil's crotch pressed hard against Anne's struggling mouth. Her jaw was pushed open so wide to fit his girth it almost seemed unhinged.

It filled her with a sense of pride to see herprotégé fulfill a difficult goal, to provide a new pleasure to her husband, the man they both loved. Phil strained, staring at the ceiling even as his erection penetrated down her throat. Anne held it for quite a while until she started slapping at his thighs to have him pull out.

He gave her a chance to catch her breath, and then he started fucking her mouth harder and faster, pushing into her throat with every fourth or fifth thrust. Anne practiced the relaxation techniques Claire taught her and took in gasps of air when she could. Her face turned bright red, but Phil didn't notice. The tensing at the back of his head flowed down his spine and spread into his groin. His ass cheeks flexed, and, with one final, deep thrust, he released gushing spurts of cum deep into her throat.

Phil pulled out, almost senseless from the force of his ejaculation. He flopped over on the bed next to her, his spent cock falling over and dribbling onto his leg. Claire lay next to Anne and embraced her, wiping away tears and kissing her forehead. She cooed gentle words of comfort, ensuring Anne all was okay.

Phil opened his eyes to see Claire calming a tearful Anne. Her mascara ran down her cheeks and her face was bright red. She breathed in short gasps and had long strings of saliva and cum draping from her chin to her chest. Had he hurt her? Wasn't this what she was asking him to do? Did he take it too far?

Phil sat up and put his hand on Anne's arm. "Are you okay?" he asked. He was sincere in his concern, but the fear of having hurt his wife competed with an undeniable post-orgasmic bliss.

Anne looked up and sniffled. She smiled at him and took his hand. "I'm okay, baby. It was different from the practice I did with Claire. You push with so much force, so much strength in your thrusts. I was at your mercy. It was scary--"

"--Oh sweetheart, I never meant to scare--"

"--sshhhh..." she hushed him, "but it was also thrilling. My heart was pounding out of my chest. There were times I thought I might suffocate. And all the gagging."

Phil stared at her open mouthed. Claire brushed a lock of Anne's hair out of her eyes and dabbed at all the fluids while holding her close.

"It was exhilarating, Phil. I never imagined it was possible. Now I know I enjoy getting skull fucked and having your cock forced down my throat."

Phil put his hand to Anne's cheek and leaned in to kiss her. She wrapped her arms around his head and pulled him in tight, lips pressed hard, tongues entangling. Once again Phil realized he was tasting his own cum. Claire encircled them with her arms and squeezed.

They stayed like that for a few moments when Claire noticed that Phil's cock was beginning to stiffen again. "Damn cowboy, that was a quick recovery time. How about you get in front of us, ass in the air, face down?"

"And spread your cheeks while you're at it," Anne added.

"What...?" Phil started to say. Then he thought better of it and rolled over on the bed. He raised his ass in the air with his knees apart. Face down, he reached back and spread his cheeks. The fear and thrill rushed blood into his dangling member, which stiffened and twitched with his every movement and heartbeat.

"Good boy," Claire said. Anne moved into position behind Phil while Claire scrambled up to his head. She spread her legs and moved her pussy up to his face. In this position, the full weight of his upper body was pressing down against Claire's awaiting crotch. He dived in and bathed her labia and vagina with long, firm strokes of his tongue. He savored her distinctive feminine scents, similar but still distinctive from Anne's.

As she began to moan and writhe under his ministrations, he paid special attention to the movements and techniques to which she reacted best. She bucked and twisted when he flicked at the hooded pearl of her clitoris. She moaned loudly and angled her hips to force his tongue deeper into her asshole when he slid further down. He slurped up the fluids that poured from her, redistributing most of it to lubricate her, but also drinking in the delicious, hot flow.

Meanwhile, Anne stared directly into Phil's clenched, hairy asshole. She traced the pink ridge line from his asshole to his dangling balls. She took his straining erection into her hand and began to stroke him, pulling down and back. The reaction from Phil was immediate. He moaned, the sensation of having his dick stroked and pulled back was new to him, and his muffled moans and grunts indicated that he enjoyed it. Anne responded by grabbing his cock with both hands and pulling harder with an even firmer grip.

Phil felt the muscles from his pelvis up into his abdomen stretching with each pull. It was amazing, he thought. He had stroked his own cock in every way imaginable, he thought, but this was a simple, new delight. Knowing that it was his wife introducing him to these wonderful sensations made it even more special. Not to mention that he had just received deep throat from her for the first time and released his load down her esophagus. He tingled at the thoughts.

From behind, still stroking his cock with firm grips from her two hands, Anne leaned in and slid her tongue across his anus. She felt the shiver that ran through his body, knowing that it surprised him. He had a musky, lightly sweaty scent and tasted vaguely of chlorine and salt.

All those years she remembered thinking how disgusting it would be to play with his asshole. Now it seemed such a waste, a distant unchangeable regret. However, she appreciated the pleasure it brought her husband now, and that made it more exciting for her. What strange taboos we have, she thought, all things so easily overcome with a little hygiene. What other taboos were they willing to break, she wondered?

Probing at his puckered anus with the tip of her tongue, Anne pressed in and pushed past the sphincter. She wanted to push further, but her tongue was only so long. Instead, she released one hand from his cock and brought it up to start circling the crenelated ring of his asshole. Spitting on him and smearing the foamy saliva around the ring was enough lubrication to push into him with her index finger. As soon as she did so, she heard Phil moan and pull his ass cheeks wider. He wanted more.

Anne complied. Grabbing a bottle of lube from the nightstand, she squeezed out a liberal squirt into his ass crack. The lube flowed down, around his asshole, across his taint and over his balls. When it reached her hand encircling his raging erection, she opened her grip to let in the lube. When she had enough, she began to slide her hand along the length making slippery, squishy, squelching sounds, what the Japanese callnurunuru.

She felt the muscles in his abdomen contract every time she slid her hand over the hypersensitive tip of his cock. Phil's sphincter contracted around her fingertip, which made Anne smile. With his anus and her fingers lubricated, she was ready to give him more, and then some more after that. Tonight, she was going to fulfill one of his deepest, most perverse fantasies. He didn't know it yet, but he was going to fulfill one of her new freaky fantasies.

Anne pushed in her index finger all the way, knocking him off balance so he had to put his hands down to avoid crashing onto Claire's crotch. She finger-fucked his ass for a minute before slipping in a second finger, without being particularly delicate about it. Phil jumped but then settled down and started pushing back. Soon a third and fourth finger were sliding in and out of his now well-stretched asshole.

While his attention was divided between tending to Claire and getting finger-fucked in the ass, Anne reached into the nightstand again and brought out a large, black silicone dildo. She smile to herself as she waved it around behind Phil's back.

It was Claire's idea to give it back to him the way he was giving it to her. Was it wrong to surprise him with a big, black dildo in his ass? Maybe, but then again she heard him say he wanted it, while he was balls deep in Claire's ass. Claire told him he wanted it, and he said yes... yes, he did. He was under her spell.

Coating the dildo in lubricant with one hand while continuing to thrust her fingers into him with the other was more challenging than she thought. Claire had to stifle a laugh when she saw her waving it around behind his back. She didn't want to spoil the surprise.

She pushed the dildo against the palm of the hand with which she was pumping him. In one smooth move she pulled her fingers out and slid the dildo in. His sphincter was so relaxed at this point that, at first, he didn't really notice the difference. But then it kept sliding in, deliberately not pulling out. His eyes bulged out and his face turned a deep shade of red. Trying to look back over his shoulders he shouted, "What the fuck are you doing, Anne?"

Claire answered, "She's giving you what you asked for, and a lot of it. Do you remember?"

Anne began pumping the massive dildo in and out of him. "What are you talking about?"

"You told Claire that she owns you," Anne said, methodically sliding the dildo in and out with one hand while continuing to stroke his cock with the other. "And Claire wants you to know how amazing it feels to get fucked in the ass."

"He seems to be settling into it, darling."

"If the stiffness of his erection is any indication, he is really enjoying it." By this time Phil was enjoying it, rocking back and forth to receive the dildo, still trying to focus on servicing Claire, but having a harder time.

She listened carefully to his breathing and muffled moans. She wanted to take him to the edge, but it wasn't time for him to release. Time and again she teased him, but instead she let the stimulation multiply.

Claire swung her leg over his head and rolled onto her knees. She came around to join Claire behind Phil. He was now thrusting his ass up and back, presenting with unreserved abandon his enjoyment of the situation.

"Take over for me, honey," Anne said to Claire. She handed the dildo off, and Claire continued feeding it into his ass and pulling it out.

Anne moved down to whisper into Phil's ear, "Do you want to fuck me in the ass?"

Phil was so shocked that he stopped and stared at his wife, eyes wide and slack jawed. It was several moments before he could find the words. "You mean it?" She replied by drawing him in for a long, deep kiss.

Until now, Anne and Claire spoke very little about the sexual activities they shared, preferring instead to reveal them throughout this vacation. They didn't discuss Anne's plan to fulfill Phil's fantasy about fucking her in in the ass. As such, he didn't know that Claire, while getting fucked in the ass by the biggest cock either of them had ever seen, worked her fist into Anne's butt plug stretched anus. Claire fist-fucked Anne until she was senseless.

"I'm your whore, baby."

Phil was speechless.

"C'mon baby, give it to me. Fuck my ass. C'mon...," Anne said, starting to work herself into a frenzy.

Claire pulled out the dildo and laid it aside. With a bit of awkward maneuvering, he moved Anne to the edge of the bed, ass-up and face down. He stood behind her, looking down at the most beautiful sight he could imagine. His wife's tight, toned ass waggling in front of him. He applied a generous slathering of lube onto his cock and around her sphincter. She was still relaxed, although no longer gaping, and easily received his greased-up fingers.

Claire took his pulsing erection in hand and stroked him for a few minutes to bring him to full hardness. She leaned down and kissed the tip of his dick and her asshole, as if blessing this taboo union. Then she guided him to press up against Anne's sphincter and helped keep him on target.

When the thick, soft tip of his circumcised cock pushed into her, Anne let out an inadvertent gasp. Phil was worried he was hurting her, but Claire assuaged his fears. Little by little he worked his cock in and back, almost, but not quite pulling out. Her ass was so tight around his cock he pushed several loud pockets of air out of her as he pumped. When he drew back, he could feel the suction resisting against his withdrawal.

Anne asked to change positions, laying on her back with her knees pulled back to her chest. Phil put himself back into her and began to slowly fuck her again.

"Bring it on, baby," Anne said. "I want you to. Fuck me like you fucked Claire."

Without realizing it, he treated her ass as if it was fragile, unable to take the powerful poundings he gave Claire. It was odd to think, but Anne might be insulted. Was her ass not resilient enough? Was she unworthy of the sensory overload that Claire experienced?

He adjusted his position, bending at the waist to anchor his stance. He began to increase the speed and intensity of his thrusts. Soon he was slapping his crotch against her ass as violently as he had done with Claire. Anne made the same jolting sound that new riders make when a horse trots, "unh, unh, unh." It was the same sound she thought was so funny when Claire did it as she was taken for a hard and fast ride by her black lover.

He knew he would not be able to last much longer, so Phil turned to Claire for one last extra thrill. "Put the dildo back in please," he said. He was ashamed to admit it, but it felt amazing getting fucked in the ass himself. His mind was blown as she pushed the fake cock into his resisting asshole. There was a push and pull effect that was near indescribable.

It felt glorious, beyond anything he imagined. For their entire relationship Anne denied him this one part of her body. But things had changed. In a matter of days his entire life had turned on its head. He seriously considered ending his safe, torpid marriage after one night of insane sex with his house sitter. Then to learn Anne setup the entire tryst. She used Claire as bait, knowing that she was irresistible. And now they were on vacation together, merging his marriage into a throuple.

The same house sitter was now fucking him in the ass with a huge, black dildo while he fucked his wife in the ass. He was too deluged with sensory overload to imagine the future. Every synapse in his brain fired wildly, and his body trembled in response.

He felt Anne's asshole clenching like a fist as she climaxed, shaking and moaning, struggling to keep receiving the hard fucking he was giving her. This triggered waves of spasms from his sphincter onto the dildo. And then he sheathed himself to the hilt, pressing and holding his crotch to her ass. He cried out a harsh groan of sexual satisfaction, the masculine signal of complete domination as he poured a river of his seed into her.

They both collapsed on the bed, trembling and senseless. Never had he released with such pent-up force, as if years of holding back escaped in one great flood.

Anne convulsed next to him. Her ass burned from the friction of his pounding, but she savored the pain. It added a layer of complexity to her emotional need to do something so meaningful for her husband.

Claire stood over them waving the dildo around. Her new partners both lay there gasping for air. A sense of pride filled her heart. She reintroduced them to the love and intimacy that too often marriages neglected. The calcified plaque of an apathetic relationship and tedious, perfunctory sex were broken through, and wondrous new adventures were being explored. There was so much more to do, but this was a hell of a start, she thought.

"We're not quite done yet, my loves. We kind of have a new tradition happening," Claire said. "The idea is the same, even if coordinating it is different."

"Please explain," Phil asked weakly. He was pretty sure he didn't have it in him for another round right now.

"I think I know," Anne said. "Spell out the details, honey."

"Well," Claire said, as if instructing new hires on the work to be done. "Anne has an ass full of cum, Phil has a cock full of ass and cum, and I'm holding a dildo full of ass."

Phil and Anne looked at each other. They knew where this was going.

"Anne, you lick his cock clean, I'll get your asshole slurped up, and Phil--"

"--Are you serious?" he asked. "That thing's been up my own ass--"

"--We've all been there, darling. Are you something special in this relationship?"

"I'll trade you..."

"No thanks. After that pounding, Anne's back door needs the sensitive ministrations of a woman's tongue."

And that settled it.

VI.

They spent the rest of the night snuggled on the couch, sipping sangria and talking about the future. They knew many challenges lay ahead, but their relationship seemed very real now.

"Anne," Phil asked. "What were you and Luciana whispering about after lunch today?"

"Yeah, I saw how she was watching us after that," Claire said.

"We still have a lot of vacation ahead of us. There might still be a few more surprises to come," Anne said, looking very pleased with herself.

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