Vacation in Ibiza Pt. 05

Note to the readers: this is the fifth instalment of a long story I am writing. Thank you almost all who took the time to comment. I am sorry that it took so long to publish this new chapter. Hopefully things will get better. I suggest to read the previous chapters before this one.

12. Day 4

I woke up after a night of restful and sound sleep. Julia was still breathing slowly next to me, inhaling and exhaling at a regular and quiet pace.

I got up and hit the kitchen to brew some coffee. Looking out the window I saw that the sky was clear and that the garden was empty. Alex was taking a slow morning or he just had nothing to work on, today. I almost felt disappointed but I thought I could be brave enough to enjoy not just my coffee but also a good swim in the pool.

I checked my watch and it was just 7.15am, so I sipped my coffee and headed for the pool. I realized I did not have my swimtrunks and decided against going back to our bedroom. I did not want to take the risk of waking Julia up.

Instead, I stepped down the stairs to the garden and, once reached for the swimming pool, I simply dropped my boxers and t-shirt and stepped into the chilly water of the pool. I chuckled thinking that my experience at the nudist beach, the day before, had had an evident effect on my modesty, although not necessarily for the better.

Whatever, I started swimming back and forth in the pool, taking reinvigorating laps at a regular pace, feeling real good with my energy and my stamina. To be honest, the pool was not the Olympic size, but still I could not help thinking that at my age I was doing pretty good.

After what felt like a couple of hours, but was actually just 15 minutes or so, I stopped to catch my breath, hanging by the edge of the pool. I looked up to the terrace and saw Julia smiling at me while doing her morning yoga. Remembering what we had done on that terrace the night before, I pulled myself out of the water and showed her my nudity. Her eyes widened and she laughed, shaking her head.

Leaning out, she tossed a towel down to me: "I see you're becoming an enthusiastic nudist, Mister..." she said, giggling.

I grumbled my reply: "I just did not want to wake you up, smartass..." I grabbed the towel and dried myself up, then got dressed and we gathered in the kitchen for some breakfast, discussing the plans for the day. We decided for a quiet day, hanging out by the pool, lunch at home, a nap in the afternoon and dinner in town.

I proposed that, after dinner, we could hit the famous Pacha club.

"Don't you think we're a tad too old for that, honey?" Julia objected.

I stood my case: "Nonsense, we always loved to dance. I expect it to be a fun place. In any case, if we don't like it or don't feel at ease, we can always leave and go get an ice cream in the old city, like two old guys, maybe feed some pigeons."

She laughed and slapped my arm and we closed the deal at that.

After breakfast we hung out by the pool, reading a book and working on our suntan until the sunrays became too hot. We spent the rest of the day between the shade by the pool or the living room inside the villa, had a light lunch and took a reinvigorating nap.

We reserved a table in a restaurant downtown in Ibiza for our dinner, and around 7pm we started to get ready for our night out.

We discussed our outfits for a little while. It had been a long time since we were at night club like the Pacha, and we were not sure as to the dress code. We decided that we should not expect anything formal or whatever, but that two people our age ought to opt for a smart casual outfit. My idea of smart casual was a white shirt and a pair of nice navy trousers. But before wearing those items I decided to remove my boxers and go commando. I did not reveal that little detail to Julia, though, I decided to wait until dinner to see if she remembered that particular item on the list.

While waiting for her to get ready, I fixed a couple of drinks for us on the terrace. I figured we did not have to rush to the restaurant because Spaniards tend to have rather late dinner hours, compared to ours. Besides, we were obviously going to have a late night, no need to urge her.

I was calmly sipping my drink on the terrace, watching the amazing colors of the sea and the nature surrounding us, when the clicking of her heels caught my attention. I turned to look inside the villa and my jaw almost dropped open.

Julia was wearing a black halter neck mini dress which was generously exposing her beautiful cleavage and her very sexy shoulders. I will add that the mini dress, though not really tight, was fitting enough to hug her bottom real nicely, although I could see the thin lines of her thong. The skirt was short enough to show her legs without looking inappropriate for a woman her age, and to complement the whole thing she was wearing a pair of spectacular black heels which amplified her sexiness. Her short hair was perfectly done, and her smokey make up emphasized the light of her blue eyes.

"Wow, baby... you look gorgeous!... Are you sure we have to go out?" I mocked her, offering her the drink I had prepared.

"I'll take that as a compliment, hubby... and yes I'm positive... I want us to enjoy the famous Ibiza nights, at least tonight..." she took the glass and continued "then perhaps we will be in the mood to also enjoy each other..." she winced and clinked her glass with mine.

"Sounds like a deal, my love. I can't wait to show you a bit off at the Pacha."

"Pfft," she dismissed my comment "I doubt anyone will even notice this old lady."

"Well, I most certainly will..."

We sipped our drink quietly, enjoying the view, then left for the city center of Ibiza, where I had reserved a table at a fancy restaurant in the old part of the city. We had seafood and a bottle of white wine. The wine helped us to keep the conversation lively, sharing lots of laughter and some increasingly risqué innuendos, which witnessed of our good and relaxed mood.

It was almost midnight when we finished our dessert and coffee and asked for the check.

Handing my credit card to the waiter, I leaned into her and whispered "by the way, I think you're forgetting something."

Julia looked at me quizzically and asked "what am I forgetting?"

I wiggled my eyebrows and said "your underwear..."

She did not understand my comment. "I did not forget it, Mister... I'm wearing one of my favorite thongs."

"That is exactly what I'm saying, love... you forgot to forget it..."

She laughed, then got silent and gave me a very suspicious look. "You mean...." Then eyed my crotch...

I gave her a nod..."Uh huh, Julia. I am commando, just as we said."

"I don't believe you..." She answered.

"Feel free to see for yourself..." I whispered back.

We were sitting closely, and by now the restaurant was fairly closed, so that -- after a careful look around, her hand ventured onto my crotch and I felt her manicured fingers slipping through the buttons of my pants. When she made contact with the bare flesh of my dick, which enjoyed the feeling, her eyes widened and she gave her lower lip a soft bite.

"Oh my... you were serious about that..." she whispered, pulling her hand back.

"Of course I was serious... do you think I'd lie about something so important?" I mocked her...

She looked at me, tossed her napkin on the table and said "Alright, give me a second, I'm going to powder my nose. Meanwhile, ask for the check, please."

She stood up and walk slowly towards the restroom. My eyes followed her, staring at her bottom and trying to spot the lines of her thong underneath her dress.

My staring was interrupted by the waitress, bringing the check. I handed her my credit card, but my eyes were still looking into the direction of the restroom. I suppose I tipped rather the waitress rather generously because she thanked me enthusiastically and offered me a shot of a local herbal liqueur.

I sipped it slowly, enjoying the smooth, sweet taste with just enough alcohol, wondering how long she would take.

Eventually, Julia made her appearance from just around the corner of the restaurant hall, slowly walking to our table. She had freshened up her make up and looked really gorgeous, holding her small purse under her arm. She was smirking delightfully, closing the distance between us and I could see that her eyes were gleaming mischievously. After adjusting her miniskirt, she sat down next to me and pressed a ball of preciously lacy fabric into my hand. "Here you go... happy?"

Beaming to her, I closed my fist around that little piece of lingerie. I was indeed happy, mainly because I was loving this sense of playful adventurousness we were sharing. I leaned into her and replied "Happy is perhaps an overstatement, for sure I'm far from unhappy, Madam... Shall we go?"

"Not yet, let me sip this liquor, first..." Julia grabbed my glass, smelled it content, took a very small sip and nodded. "It's good..." and eventually took a good sip, finishing what I had left. "I can ask for another glass if you wish", I proposed.

"Oh no, I'm just happy trying it from your glass", She replied.

Typical. I always made clear to her that I do not like to share my food or my drink, but invariably she asks for that. In this particular case, though, she did not even ask. But I was in too good a mood to let silly details like this spoil the evening's atmosphere.

Clenching my fingers around the thin fabric of Julia's thong, I asked her "so, how are you feeling, naughty wifey?"

She smirked. "Well, it's kinda odd, but it's not a bad feeling, to be honest... it's sort of, I don't know... liberating maybe?"

I chuckled with her... "I agree, it feels different... but we're sitting here... it's time to hit the dancefloor, my love..." We left the restaurant hand in hand, her thong in my pocket.

We found our car and drove rapidly to the area of Ibiza where the Pacha club is located, found a parking space and moved to the entrance. As we approached, the building stood elegantly against the night sky, its white façade illuminated by soft, ambient lighting. The iconic cherry logo of Pacha gleamed brightly above the entrance, inviting us into its world of music and excitement.

The exterior was adorned with lush greenery, giving it a touch of natural elegance amidst the urban landscape. The entrance was flanked by stylish, modern sculptures and a red carpet that added a sense of glamour and sophistication. A gentle hum of bass and rhythm could be felt even from outside, hinting at the electrifying experience that awaited inside.

Guests, dressed in fine attire, queued up eagerly, chatting and taking selfies to capture the moment. The subtle scent of the sea mixed with the excitement in the air, creating an intoxicating atmosphere. The bouncers, impeccably dressed and exuding an air of authority, managed the flow of people smoothly, ensuring that only those ready to embrace the Pacha experience stepped through its doors. We were asked if we wanted a table in the VIP area, which we thought was a good idea, and made our way through the entrance, the anticipation building with each step. We were ready to dive into the adventure.

As we stepped inside, we were immediately enveloped by the pulsating beats of the music. The interior of Pacha was a sensory overload in the best possible way. The main room was vast, with a high ceiling adorned with shimmering lights that danced in sync with the tempo of the music. The DJ booth, elevated and central, commanded the room with its state-of-the-art sound system, sending waves of bass that reverberated through the floor and into our very bones.

The dance floor was a sea of motion, with party-goers lost in the rhythm, their movements fluid and uninhibited. Surrounding the dance floor were several bars, each with expert mixologists crafting cocktails with flair. The lighting was dynamic, shifting colors and patterns to match the energy of the night, creating a captivating visual display.

We made our way to the VIP area, which was a retreat of luxury amidst the exuberant chaos. The VIP section was slightly elevated, providing a perfect view of the dance floor and the DJ. Plush seating arrangements, with sleek leather couches and glass tables, offered a comfortable space to relax and socialize. The area was adorned with elegant decor, including chandeliers that added a touch of opulence. There were private bars within the VIP section, ensuring swift and exclusive service without the need to leave the area.

In the VIP area, we actually did not spot any popular faces. The atmosphere was a mix of excitement and exclusivity, with people mingling, sipping on premium drinks, and occasionally stepping out to the dance floor to join the revelry. From our vantage point, we could soak in the full spectrum of the Pacha experience, from the electric energy of the main room to the refined elegance of the VIP area. It was a perfect blend of high-energy fun and sophisticated leisure, promising an unforgettable night.

The music was loud, but not so that we could not hear each other. We settled and ordered a couple of drinks, observing the people on the dancefloor and around us. In the section we were, there were several youngish couples and small groups. We could not help but notice a group of six rather loud people sitting at a nearby table. They appeared to be in their middle-aged prime, three women and three men, all quite impeccably dressed. Overhearing their animated conversation and laughter, we could realize that they were speaking German and apparently having a lot of fun. Neither of us speaks German, so we could not really understand what they were talking about, but it was clear that they were rather intimate acquaintances and were sharing a lot of fun.

The women were adorned in elegant clothes which could be criticized as perhaps too revealing for their age, but indicated that they were rather affluent and sophisticated, showcasing a blend of sexy and contemporary styles. Their jewelry sparkled vibrantly on their skin, adding a touch of blatance to their presence. The men, who all were of a rather corpulent build, were attired in colourful shirts and white or navy pants, complementing their female counterparts. They were sipping beers, whereas their ladies had ordered a bottle of Champagne which seemed to contribute to the general joyful mood of the table.

Julia and I, after tasting our long drinks, decided to venture onto the dancefloor before it got too crowded. As soon as we stepped onto the dancefloor, we were immediately struck by the mesmerizing sight before us. The dancefloor was a vibrant, pulsating sea of movement and energy. People of all ages, from energetic young party-goers to seasoned club enthusiasts were blending together in a kaleidoscope of fashion and rhythm.

The crowd was dressed in an array of styles: some flaunted edgy, avant-garde outfits that sparkled under the dynamic lighting, while others had opted for casual, comfortable attire that allowed them to move freely to the driving beats. The collective energy of the dancers created an electrifying atmosphere, with bodies swaying in unison to the techno music that commanded the room.

Amidst the crowd, there really was a little bit of everything: saw groups of friends laughing and dancing together, couples lost in each other's embrace, and solo dancers who seemed to be in their own world. The diversity of the crowd was most interesting: I did not expect to see so many different groups or types of people. It was an experience within the experience.

Julia and I joined the revelry, letting the music guide our movements as we danced our way through the night. This techno music was not exactly our bread and butter, but the beats reverberated through the floor into our very bones, and we it was unavoidable to find ourselves caught up in the exhilarating vibe of the dancefloor.

We moved with the beat of the music, looking around and absorbing all the energy and the thrill from the crowd. It had been a while since we had been at a real club like the pacha, but we realized that we still had our moves. What we missed, though, was the stamina to dance all night long. After a while, we both were overheated and kind of tired. Julia also realized that her choice of heels had perhaps not been the wisest. After half an hour or so of swaying to the rhythm, we decided that we needed a break. Julia said she was going to powder her nose and walked to the ladies' room, while I found my way to the outside terrace to get some fresh air. To be honest, the air was not that fresh: several people were smoking and from the smell I could involuntarily inhale, it was clear that not only tobacco was being smoked. I found an emptier corner on the terrace and watched the night and the people chit chatting during their smoking break.

After a few minutes I walked back to our table, thinking that by now Julia could have finished powdering her nose or whatever. To my surprise, accessing the private section where our table was located, I saw that she was not alone. She was conversing animatedly with a lady that I recognized as one of the people sitting at the German table, which right now was empty. The lady appeared to be in her late 40s, with long blonde hair cascading in loose waves down to her shoulders. Her attire was eye-catching but I thought that it looked a bit over the top, for a woman her age. She had a pair of long black tuxedo pants and high heels but what struck me was a golden glittering halter top, cut above her bellybutton. That top was daringly revealing and left little to the imagination regarding the abundance of her bosom. Before I could make any other observation, I heard Julia say "that is my husband..." and felt two pair of feminine eyes on me.

I suppose I was looking rather puzzled, because Julia quickly added "Honey, this is Ingrid, I just met her in the ladies' room."

I shook the hand Ingrid was offering me, noticing the expensive jewellery she was wearing. "I did not know the restrooms here offer such beautiful encounters. Very pleased to meet you, Ingrid, I'm Ed."

She giggled and replied in a rather evident German accent: "Oh so charming, I should have known... your lovely wife here tells me you're on vacation. So are we."

I sat next to Julia and asked "Sorry, who's we?"

"My husband and I, and two other couples of friends. We like to have some wild fun on this island. It's all so cool and enjoyable, would you not say?"

I nodded, moving my eyes from Ingrid to Julia and back again. "Indeed, we've been here only a few days but we're loving the freedom of this island. It's good to be away from home for some quiet us-time."

In her rather thick German accent, Ingrid explained that they owned a villa on the island coast, that they use to spend a week or two every two or three months, whenever business and families allow it, and they like to go clubbing or dining here and there.

While we were chatting, her friends and husband came back from the dancefloor and Ingrid introduced us to them. I forgot the names the very moment she said them, but Julia helped me later and here they are.

Ingrid's husband was Dieter, a rather thick and bald man who I understood had his own successful business in Germany and was the host of this joyful group of people.

Then there were Karsten and Angela. Karsten was a rather handsome man, although not very tall. He was not overly talkative, unlike his wife Angela, a short and curvy brunette who was wearing a very revealing glitter dress and a fabulous pair of high heeled Louboutin.

Karl and Elke were the third couple, possibly the youngest of the three, appearing in their mid40s. Karl was tall and blonde, very typical German. His wife was just as blonde and in a very good shape. She was displaying long nails and a huge diamond ring on her finger. She was wearing a sheer top and a leather miniskirt which gave her a rather aggressively sexy look.

We bantered a little and they invited us to our table, where Dieter popped a new bottle of champagne and we had a toast to Ibiza and vacations.

To be honest I was not overly enthusiastic about these people. I could not exactly put my finger on it, but they appeared a bit too loud for my likings, but Julia seemed bemused by their company, so I just played along as nicely as I could. After some more drinks, Dieter wanted to smoke a cigar and the three men suggested to go on the terrace, where smoking was allowed. I thought that it would be rude of me not to join them (even if I am no cigar smoker) and followed them outside of the club, on the terrace, leaving our ladies to banter among themselves.

On the terrace, the three guys started to smoke their cigars puffing out clouds of stinky smoke, although not as stinky as the smoke that other people were exhaling. We talked about places to see on the island, favorite pastimes (wine and golf were the main topics) and past holidays on the island.

I must say that they were very friendly with me, and I felt a bit guilty for having this bad not very positive vibe about them. I tried to be more friendly and to laugh at their jokes, standing in a windward position to avoid inhaling the smoke of their cigars.

When they finally finished smoking, we went back to our tables, which had been left empty by the ladies. A quick scan of the dancefloor revealed that they were forming a group down in the middle, and were surrounded by a bunch of guys who were trying to catch their attention.

I thought it would be better to join the ladies, and I pushed through the crowd of dancers to reach for their location. Only Karl followed me, whereas Karsten and Dieter sat at their table to sip another drink.

Julia was rather happy to see me back with her, and we danced together at the rhythm of the loud techno music. To be honest, I did my best to sway at the quick and obsessive rhythm of the songs (or whatever they were) being played, but it was rather clear that I was not particularly at ease. The other ladies, instead, seemed to be enjoying themselves a lot, flirting with the men dancing around them, using suggestive and rather allusive moves with them.

By now, it was almost 3am and Julia whispered that she was tired and wanted to go home. I agreed and we wished goodnight to our new German friends. I heard Ingrid say "I'll send you the exact location" to Julia, then we waved to the two guys still sitting at the table and finally went out.

The air of the night was cooler, when we reached the exit of the Pacha, and we welcomed the silence with relief, after the booming sound of the club. As we walked hand in hand to our car, I asked Julia what location Ingrid was talking about.

"We have been invited to a party they're having at their place."

"Oh, a party? What kind of party?"

She smirked and said "well, you know, one of those gatherings where people go, have some drinks, chit chat about nothing, maybe dance a little..." then rolled her eyes "it's a party Ed, how many kinds of parties are there?" and laughed a little...

"alright alright" I surrendered..."do we at least know when such a party will be held?"

"Tomorrow night...", was her reply... then she added: "since we don't have plans, we may as well go..."

"We'll see about that." I commented, as we reached our car. I turned the engine on and, since the night was warm and enjoyable, I opened the sunroof. I started driving smoothly, heading home. The sound of the car was discrete, and the night's air was sweetly scented like the Mediterranean. There was very little traffic at that hour.

"So what do you think of our new German friends?" I asked Julia, resting my hand on her bare flesh, right below the hem of her dress. She began to answer, just as it occurred to me that she was, like me, wearing no underwear.

"I think they're ok. I mean I do not think they'd be our best friends forever, I guess, but they seem to be here to have fun and I felt rather good, with them. The ladies, in particular, were friendly and chatty. I enjoyed their company... hey, Mister, what are you doing?"

As she was talking, my hand had slowly trailed along her thigh and my fingers had reached for that tender, smooth, inner part.

"Rhetorical question, love, I am touching your bare pussy, do you have a problem with that?" I asked.

She smirked and slowly shifted on her seat to turn a little more to me. "Not really, I thought you had forgotten that I'm commando."

My fingers got a little more daring and softly brushed her cuntlips.

"How could I forget such a naughty thing, my love?"

She grabbed my wrist and guided my hand a little deeper between her legs, where my fingertips could better touch her damp pussy. The low moan she exhaled encouraged me to be more daring and I pressed my middle finger to her core, where it sank into her heat.

She whispered, rocking her body into my finger: "Ooooh, yes. This commando thing is convenient."

I started to feel my own arousal growing in my pants. The sensation of my cock slowly rubbing against the light fabric was adding to the situation, which in itself was very erotic. Keeping my eyes on the road as best as I could, I was fingering my lovely wife or, rather, she was fingering herself using my hand.

"Stop the car..." Julia whispered...

"W-what?"

"Stop the fucking car..."

I immediately pulled over in a dirt area next to the road and turned off the engine. The moment the car stopped she reached for her lap and started to undo my pants. It did not take her long to her hand to take possession of my engorged cock.

She stroked it while moving closer and trying to straddle my lap.

"Get the seat back, Ed", she hissed, finding it difficult to squeeze herself between myself and the steering wheel. Damn coupe, I had not thought of this possibility, when we rented the car.

Somehow, she managed to succeed and impaled herself onto me with a single movement, grabbing my shoulders.

Every now and then a car was passing by, but somehow we did not attract any attention. Julia was fucking me intensely. She was grinding against me with raw energy, seeking the friction she needed. I was kissing, nibbling, biting her flesh and my hands were groping and squeezing her boobs.

Her moans rapidly increased and in a matter of minutes she exploded into her orgasm, which left her panting. "Ohhh, I so needed that." She said, then shifted and slid back on her seat, leaving my hard on exposed and covered in her juices. Buckling up her seatbelt, she whispered "Drive, let's go home."

I chuckled and pressed the start button, slowly driving away. "Hey, that was rather selfish, don't you think?" I teased.

She reached to grip her hand around my cock and resting her head on my shoulder. "Don't worry hubby... I'll finish you... unless you want me to do it right here?"

I felt her soft hand wrapping around my erection and throbbed as I turned the engine on. "It's ok, I think I can resist 'till we get home. Don't let go of the stick, though..." I chuckled, driving the car back on the road to reach our villa.

She gripped tightly, smirking. "Oh no... I don't intend to let it go," Julia replied, then quickly added with a soft whisper into my ear: "I like that you get so hard, Mister."

Keeping my eyes on the road, I bantered back: "heh, I was in the middle of something very nice, you know?"

"I think I do know, honey. And I think we can resume it as soon as we get home, if you wish."

I did wish, no question about it. Luckily enough we were really close to Villa Serenity and in a matter of minutes I could pull up in the driveway without creaming her hand. The vibration of the car, Julia's subtle jacking off and her teasing nibbles on my ear were bringing me close to my climax.

As soon as I turned off the engine, I stepped out of the car. Julia was forced to release me and I started fold my engorged penis into my pants. But Julia stopped me.

"Don't do it..."

I stopped right there as she was walking sensuously on her heels around the car. On one hand, I was feeling ridiculous, on the other, it was quite arousing to see her in that naughty mood. Julia closed the distance between us and gave my hardness a soft caress. "I kind of like it out here, like this."

With that she wrapped her fingers around it and tugged me towards the front door. I followed her lead, groping her ass and trying not to stumble.

Opening the door was easy: Less easy was following her lead to the living room while removing my shirt swiftly. Now I really wanted to resume what we (or Julia, actually) had interrupted in our car.

Holding my cock in her little fist, she stepped on her tiptoes and kissed me hard. Like, real hard. Julia is a great kisser and she does not hold back when it comes to French kissing, neither of us does. I was squeezing her asscheeks while making out in the middle of the living room, our bodies grinding into each other's, my cock in her hand in between us.

She broke our kiss to hiss semi seriously: "if you stain my dress, I'm going to kill you..."

I laughed; "it was your idea to hold my dick out in the open, remember?"

Julia pushed me back until I plopped to sit on the sofa and grinned to me, grabbing a cushion and tossing it between my feet, then kneeling on it between my legs. "Uh huh, I kinda like to see my husband's cock all hard for me after all these years."

Knowing what she was about to to do, I swiftly unbuckled my belt and opened my pants, lifting my ass to push my pants to my ankles. "I'm afraid you're a very dirty wife, my love" was my teasing reply, followed by a guttural "oh fuck...".

After pulling my foreskin off my cockhead, she had taken it into her mouth, closing her lips around the shaft and swirling her tongue against the underside. I don't want to get overly technical, but she has this genetic ability to roll her tongue which, during oral sex, simply drives me crazy. And she knows it.

I could see her eyes twinkling as she was showing off her skills to me. "Gawd this feels so good... oh yes baby..." was all I could say, as her blonde head was bobbing up and down on my overly sensitive cock. I could feel that I was close, but I wanted to make it last.

Or perhaps, overwhelmed by my masculine pride, I wanted to give her another orgasm after the one she had in the car. And I wanted to give such orgasm to her with my cock. So, before reaching the point of no return, I grabbed Julia by her armpits and pulled her off my manhood, pulling her to me and kissing her deeply. I was fully aware that I was tasting my own precum, doing so, but at that point I wasn't even thinking. Besides, that never stopped me from kissing her, before.

While kissing her, I reversed position, pulling her to sit on the sofa. "I wanna fuck my dirty wife..." I hissed and took her position on the cushion to drive my fully engorged cock into her. Julia cooed sweetly, showing her enjoyment of our lovemaking.

She grabbed my neck and kissed me hard, shoving her tongue to dance with mine, and grinding deeply into me. The combination of those acts had the desired effect on me. After a very short time I felt myself coming before I could control it. The roaring sound exhaled by my throat showed that my orgasm had been particularly deep.

I collapsed into her arms, panting wildly, feeling my heart thumping into my chest. I needed a few seconds to recover from a powerful orgasm which had been building into me since the moment we had left the Pacha. Coming back to reality, I heard Julia's voice say "Hey, that was rather selfish, don't you think?" followed by a giggle.

I realized that I had left her high and dry and feltsuddenly guilty.

"I'll make it up to you..." I said, lowering between her legs. I began lapping at her pussy, which she clearly welcomed with a low groan, sitting back.

"Oh my Ed, what are you doing?" she whispered, taking my head between her hands. She very weakly tried to push me off but I resisted and started to work my tongue around her clit. An easy grinding motion of her pubic region was her bodily answer to my oral efforts. Her initial qualms were rapidly overcome and she rocked her hips into my mouth with intensity and enthusiasm.

I added a finger into her pussy and felt her extra wetness caused by my release. Seeing her enjoyment of the combined actions of my tongue and my finger, I added another digit to the previous one. Thrusting my fingers back and forth into her, they got coated into her wetness and my own semen, so that I realized that while sucking on her pussy and clit, I was tasting myself.

I actually realized that later, because I was so focused on her pleasure that in the moment I did not even think about it. And, to be honest, I did not care one bit. Tasting my semen was not as thrilling as tasting her pussy juices, but it was not disgusting to me, either. If it were disgusting, how could I ask the love of my life to swallow it?

But I'm digressing.

My efforts were rewarded by Julia with a deep and loud climax. I pressed my mouth on her pussy as she clenched her thighs around my head and started to shudder deeply.

I looked up at her and observed all the lustful expression she made as the waves of her orgasm washed through her body. It was a gorgeous view, one that I could not get used to.

A surreal silence fell on us, as she released my head and I smiled to her. It was really late by now, and we were exhausted. Exhausted but happy.

In a few minutes we were both sound asleep.