The Holiday

She had never so much as flirted with another man since meeting her husband. And she'd arranged this family holiday hoping for something special. Something to relight the flame of romance -- and desire -- she used to feel with her husband. But this stranger had appeared. She realised quickly that he was an opportunity that might never come again.

He noticed her by the pool that afternoon. She looked very nice as she kept her two small children entertained. Not that her husband seemed interested in helping, sitting away from them with his nose in a tablet. At that time, the stranger gave little thought to her. For him this was a time to rest after a few days hiking in the nearby mountains. A single man, perhaps a decade older than her, this trip was part of a so-called career change for him. He'd tried to swim in the resort pool but quickly decided he'd rather sit with his headphones on.

She saw him get into the pool. Mostly worried about keeping her kids from annoying other guests, she'd glimpsed enough to see his manly chest. Not bad, she thought, considering his was another dad bod. She knew because her husband made little effort to keep in shape. A second glance had caught him trying to swim a lap. That fleeting effort had shown off his shoulders nicely. Altogether he might be a sexy man.

The kids did not bother him. Occasionally they caused him to glance up at some childish squeal of delight. Now he had the chance to notice her. She looked quite pretty. And her curly, red hair was very fetching. The post-birth body was nice enough in a somewhat revealing bathing suit. He wondered if she'd chosen that to make a point to the husband. Would hubby notice her mummy curves? Surely no man would miss the display of cleavage between breasts that weren't quite so pert as they'd been. Or the prominent nipples, long and thick and threatening to make holes in the material.

At dinner that night, in the resort restaurant, their eyes met more than once. He assumed that she smiled merely as acknowledgement that her kids were being a little disruptive. They were not bothersome as far as he was concerned. And at least now the husband appeared to be making some effort. He found it pleasurable to make silent contact with another adult, someone else perhaps as world-weary as he. Now her red curls framed her face in a very alluring way. That smile made her even more attractive to the eye.

She felt an illicit thrill at catching his eye during dinner. It was enjoyable to see him almost gaze at her. A nice change to think that a man was interested. She thought him even sexier that he did not instantly turn away, as it trying to mask a possible curiosity. Though she wondered if that was her own imagining - the allure of a stranger who might be dangerous. Tempting. He had a sexy smile, she could see. The kind of smile that might have gotten her into bed when she was younger. When she had still flirted with men.

He took his time with dinner. Eating alone, he made polite chit chat with the staff and enjoyed the delicious food. The resort deserved its positive reviews. Hers was the one of the few families there, amongst the couples who might have had more on their minds that night than a good meal.

She made the same observation. He was the only single person at dinner. He did not look so old with his clean-shaven face. There was an air of quiet confidence that could have been alluring. But surely he was married? Or she could guess that he was gay. Out of reach, either way. Which did not reduce the temptation. She was kidding herself -- the danger was not with the stranger but with the row that would follow with hubby.

What would she do if an opportunity actually materialised? She had not flirted with a man since forever and a guy would know it as soon as she tried. Perhaps she was flirting enough with the knowledge that her shirt could not hide her erect nipples. Hubby hardly ever noticed these days. Or rarely made her aroused her so that she was in such a state in public.

The husband eventually wrestled the kids off to bed. He'd succumbed to her request to take them to a water park the next day. She'd announced that a nice spa treatment was just the thing to really make the holiday special. She made a detour on her way back to their little bungalow. Her one stop was the front desk of the resort. It felt foolish but, on a whim, she cancelled the appointment. Her imagination of thrills with a different man was too powerful. It surely would be a mistake. Though she'd be grateful for any kind of attention from a new man. Even just to gaze at one another across the pool -- even if he was gay.

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In the morning, he arrived late for breakfast. In time to smile at her. And to see that hubby was doing his best to get the kids organised and off on their visit to the water park. Once again, she caught his eye and seemed to enjoy his smile. A married woman and a mother -- well, she was a lovely woman and, he assumed, had a lovely life. His plan was to spend some time relaxing after so much walking in the hills.

She headed for the pool alone. That was unusual but she hoped she might spot him. Or be spotted? Her heart rose as she saw him stroking the few laps he'd missed the day before, when the pool was full of squealing kids. He made it look sexy. Not to mention the sight of his almost naked body as he emerged from the water.

He saw her, too. A new bathing suit but just as racy for a woman her age. No obvious intention of getting in the water. He admired that she could ignore the way her long, thick nipples almost poked through the thin material. It gave her an air of confidence. No reason not to smile at her. Her soft face seemed to glow under the halo of red curls.

She had never so much as flirted with another man since meeting her husband. She hoped that his smile was an invitation. The likelihood of rejection had been in her mind during a sleepless night. Maybe that's why she felt so few nerves as she approached him. There was no real risk if he said "no". No need to battle with guilt. Even the semi-public embarrassment would be shooed away with a simple declaration of a misunderstanding. His smile alone was enough that she needed to know. It had been so long. And the opportunity would be gone by the end of the day.

He was listening to quiet music in his headphones. A few laps of the resort pool had sated his interest in exercise. The daytime was relaxing once most of the guests had departed for the organized excursions. He saw her approach. Unsure of where she was headed, he smiled again. She was quite pretty and, he guessed, could do with a friendly face after managing the kids and the hubby.

She sat near to him -- the pool chair that was closest. And she saw that smile. He definitely was the sort of man who once would have easily gotten her into bed. She'd not so much as flirted with another man for years. But her nipples were hard and inviting.

He felt the touch of her hand against his. It might have been a casual brush, perhaps while she stretched or sorted her things. There were so many empty spaces around the pool but this side was warmer in the morning sun.

Her hand had not moved. A finger was lying next to his, the slightest touch of skin on skin. He had more than enough experience to understand. He turned to look at her and suddenly both of them were smiling. What he saw was confidence - a married woman who was old enough to know what she wanted. He thought her even more sexy. But she was married, he knew.

She was relieved that he'd not yanked his hand away. Or admonished her. Or fled. Was this only the latest of so many times when he'd been propositioned at the side of a resort pool? Was she like all the other sluts he must have fucked? But with that smile of his did she really care? The brutal truth was that she was interested in one thing -- she assumed he'd be able to provide it. So many years since she had flirted with a man but her body was aching for this stranger.

He knew well enough to be cautious. The husband might not stay disinterested if he saw them. But she was doing her best to be calm. He could feel something in her touch. And, honestly, he'd gone without for long enough that he very much enjoyed the attention of an attractive woman. Her finger was curling around his, seeking more contact. And those red curls were framing a smile that he could see was about more than friendship with a stranger.

She sensed that he was interested. Not looking to run away. Surely it had not been so easy when she was younger. He was looking at her intently. And his hand was moving into hers, like teenagers on a first date. But she was no teenager. She had cancelled her massage for this. Now she was letting this man know what she wanted. Her heart was pounding. But her pussy was sending messages.

He knew this was not that kind of resort. The only transaction she was offering was sex. Was the husband that pathetic? Or was he really that lucky? But he moved to gather his things and she stood up beside him. Her hand still wrapped in his. She was smaller than him, pale and fragile in the warm sun. But her hand was trying to guide him to move after her.

Maybe the resort staff had seen this kind of thing before. Didn't other people have illicit holiday sex? She had to count on their discretion, that nothing would be said in front of her husband. About her new friend, this stranger.

She felt so in control. Of herself. Of the situation. There was no thought of danger now. She was leading him away from the pool. Turning to him, still smiling, she paused. Should she say something? But the pulsing in her sex was making it hard to speak. And somehow he seemed to understand that this needed to happen in his bungalow. In his bed.

Since she was being so forward, he saw no reason to delay. As soon as his door was closed he took this stranger in his arms. She tried to melt into him, as if she wanted him to know she was ready for everything. And he ran his fingers through her red curls as they kissed the first time. A soft, long kiss that caused her to sigh in a way he'd never heard before from a woman. And that caused his cock to start hardening inside his shorts.

She knew she'd made that sound. It was the sound of a woman who was relieved that she'd found something missing for so long. He wanted her. And he was a very good kisser. He must have fucked so many women. She wanted to benefit from his promiscuous past.

On the bed, he kissed her some more before his own lust became too much. She did not object as he undressed her. The nicely-sized breasts were revealed. Those soft pink nipples, thick and so hard, looked perfect in the dim light. He guessed that the husband already knew his wife was a gorgeous. Was there an arrangement? She seemed so relaxed as he removed her shorts and her underwear.

She no longer felt any nerves at all. No, this was what she had wanted. Deep down, it was something she'd imagined for a long time. It was incredibly sexy to be undressed just as he was doing, by a man who was obviously turned on and who wanted her. It had been far too long. And she was determined that he not think her a prude. She desired only that he fuck her and there was no reason to make that difficult.

He was already kissing her face and her neck as she began to work on his shorts. Her moans of relief and passion were loud in his ear as he began to pleasure this stranger. He'd had his share of woman, it was true, but there was no reason not to treat this one with care. To see to her needs. Her hands found his hard cock and he heard her small gasp as she wrapped two hands around him.

She was nervous only about her performance This man must be so worldly and experienced. She was a dutiful wife who'd fucked only one man for years. But he was hard and warm -- the way she remembered men and their bodies. And she could forget about her nerves as his mouth fell to her breasts, kissing and nudging her pale flesh.

"Oh, fuck..." she whispered.

That was the first thing she'd said to the stranger. She repeated it as his mouth found her erect nipples. He was devouring her and, yet, he was savouring her -- taking his time to enjoy her body. She felt as if on fire.

"Oh, fuck. You have no idea."

It was so long since she'd been made to feel like this. Before the wedding and the career stuff and the money planning. Before the kids. Now he was squeezing her boobs as he suckled on them. Her nipples so sensitive but so big. She almost hated them but his mouth was making her go crazy.

"Gorgeous. So perfect," he breathed.

She thought she might cum just from hearing him say that as he suckled more firmly. His hard cock was in her hands, still caught in his shorts. But her body no longer worked properly as this man pleasured her in a way she'd forgotten was possible.

"Oh... fucking god..." she groaned.

"Lets not stop."

He slipped his hand down her pale body. The touch of her thick, red bush was a delight. He assumed that the husband knew how lucky he was. He stroked her hair gently even as he continued to lick and suck her large nipples. Her breathing was ragged and he was determined to give her every pleasure she might desire. With deft fingers, he found her cleft and separated her cunt lips. She gasped at the sudden touch of cooler air on her wetness. And then clung to him tightly as she felt his finger explore.

"Am I a whore?" she moaned.

"You are beautiful. Perfect."

"Holy shit... yessss... oh, yessss..."

It was almost scary to let a total stranger touch her down there. But he seemed to know exactly what to do. The touch of his finger against her wet opening was enough to make her delirious. It really did seem like years since she'd been touched like that. His fingers were eager, curious and yet he seemed content to explore her like a newly discovered treasure. He was making her so wet -- more wet than she'd been for a long time. She easily spread her legs for the stranger as she knew he was about to penetrate her.

"Fuck... yesss... please, fuck..."

He fingered her slowly. It seemed to be perfect. As if he already knew how she needed to be touched. It seemed no time at all before he was cumming on his hand, coating his finger with her gushing wetness. She tried to strangle her cries but it was no use. His thrusting seemed to speed-up slightly as he inserted a second finger. How delightfully full that made her cunt feel. She was totally at his mercy and, yet, feeling so desperate for every touch. When he curled his fingers inside her, touching a hitherto secret spot, she felt a fresh gush of wetness as she writhed in his arms.

Then she felt him moving down the bed. And she knew what was on his mind. She tried to stop him but after what he'd done to her she seemed to lack the strength. Though a stranger getting so close to her wet pussy, to the labia she thought so ugly, made her try to close her legs to him.

"No... no," he said in a voice that was soft but firm.

Worse than watching a stranger lie between her pale legs was the thought of her pussy lips. She'd always sensed that her husband had a dislike for them. But even her thick red bush was never going to be enough to hide them so she surrendered to the stranger.

"Oh, yes... so gorgeous," he told her in that same voice.

Already he was sucking on her long, protruding cunt lips. Her inner labia had grown well past her soft mound, like the meaty petals of a rare flower. She'd always been embarrassed when men saw them. This man, however, was intrigued by the blossoming fleshy folds. He enjoyed the way her lips seemed to beckon him in. And the way her soft, swollen flesh allowed him to pleasure her cunt merely by the act of gentle sucking. She might have wished he would give them less attention but she had to surrender to the exquisite pleasure of a man really enjoying her.

"What a luscious cunt," he murmured with approval.

She could do nothing more now than lie back and writhe with the ecstasy of countless orgasms as this stranger used his lips and his tongue to deliver her to unexpected heights of sexual pleasure. His switching between her clit and her entrance was pure pleasure. She had always enjoyed being eaten though not even her husband knew how much. And this man was a stranger -- not even properly introduced but his face was deep in her pussy as he administered the best tongue-fuck of her life. She worried she might pass out from lack of breath as her lungs emptied with each new climax. A pillow pulled tight to her face seemed hardly enough to hide her pleasure.

Panting hard, limp on the bed, she was powerless to stop him moving up and over her body. His manly chest was above her. Such a delight. Before meeting her husband she had gathered a small collection of male bodies that she'd enjoyed more than was proper. This handsome specimen would be locked into her memory. But he was there for another reason. She felt his hardness against her thigh.

"I don't have protection," he murmured.

Neither of them had anticipated this coupling. She was not even sure that she wanted to be fucked. Not yet, at least, while she was recovering from her orgasms. Or maybe they'd gone too far already. Was she not a whore to let this stranger have her body? It was too late for that. She really did crave having this new cock inside her. She surrendered easily.

"Don't need it," she assured him. "Don't stop."

It was fabulous to feel the weight of his dad bod on top of her. A new man, so different. She did not think she could cum again so soon. It had been too long since she'd had this kind of fervent sex? But she was glad to grasp those strong shoulders. Her first new cock in so long she could not recall. It was intoxicating to let him slowly penetrate her.

"Ohhh... fuck... that's so goooood..."

He enjoyed plunging his hard cock between those large, fleshy lips. It was incredible to watch her labia caress and surround his shaft even before he had pressed into her opening. There was no resistance to his first thrust but that did not mean he didn't enjoy the tightness of her married cunt. He had no idea of how neglected she'd felt as she moaned her appreciation for. Laying his body on top of hers, he felt her pull their bodies tighter together as he gradually worked his length inside.

She had almost forgotten how lovely it was to be eaten and then fucked. The way her throbbing cunt, her post-orgasmic fog, could feel such a different pleasure when being filled. And he felt so hard and so big. Her wetness kept flowing around him as he somehow knew exactly how to plunge his manly cock into her.

"Faaarrrckkk..." she moaned. "Oh fuck... I need this..."

He enjoyed her soft body and her tight hole. And he knew well enough how to extend their fucking. There was no need for pounding. Slow and gentle screwing caused her to moan and it felt just as good around his shaft. Of course, he had no idea that her husband had lost motivation to provide her with maximum pleasure. But she was so open and eager for fucking that there was no reason to stop.

She had almost recovered from her delirium when he began using his strength to roll her over. Being on all fours for a stranger reminded her of the danger of what she was doing. There was no problem with him being presumptuous but perhaps she was not ready to be so vulnerable. Though he soon forced his cock inside her again and she was no longer capable of such thoughts. That delicious, slow stroking of his cock was too good to make him stop. And when he gently pressed her down, she found herself lying flat on the bed as a stranger gently humped her. She found she could relax, motionless as a starfish. Luxuriating as that wonderful manhood touched different parts of her pussy.

Of course, he was even happier with this position. The sight of her smaller body and those flowing red curls had been more than matched by the curve of her bottom and the slick pressure of her cunt around his cock. And there was no need to make her raw by holding off any longer.

"I need to cum," he whispered in her ear.

She moaned her consent. And was confused as he pulled his lovely dick from her still throbbing hole. Almost sated, feeling truly treasured -- and fucked -- as a woman, she did not think to question him. And his soft moan. With a quick glance she saw him, stroking his own cock as it pointed at her. It was magnificent. A sight to remember.

The gentle spatter of his cum on her back was almost debauched. She'd never had a man cum on her like that before. Did she feel cheap? Oh, but it was exciting to know she'd made him feel like that. And thrilling to be so relaxed with a stranger. She did love a man cumming, watching and even tasting him. It was a giddy feeling to know she'd made him so eager. For this one time, she did not need to be so prudish. She was moaning softly as his cum continued to rain down on her back and her pale bottom.

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She thought it strange that she could feel comfortable next to a stranger. His dad bod was warm and she very much enjoyed his more manly chest. Most of all she luxuriated in the attention. His gentle touching of her skin, stroking her back and her bottom. The way he nuzzled into her breasts, kissing them without any sense of complacency. It was so much more therapeutic than the spa day she'd planned originally. The post-sex relaxation took her back to a time many years earlier.

Like then, her mind eventually returned to thoughts of sex. She was almost surprised that she could have such an appetite. Was that just because it was a new man? Could a stranger really do that to her? Or was it her curiosity about his penis?

She reminded herself that this was a holiday fling. A one-off. The chance would never come again. She had needed this to feel like a real woman again. There would be no guilt. Except that there was one more thing to make it extra special.

His cock was warm and half-hard as she caressed it. He sensed her intentions and rolled onto his back. She knew it was easy for a man to give access to his most precious part. Still, she was turned-on by his confidence. And motivated by his display of need. Her fingers traced along his length as he was already beginning to harden. She watched him twitch as she played with the soft, exposed head. And then heard his soft sigh as she ran her fingers along the thick, dark veins. Perhaps he was no bigger or more impressive than the penis she'd known for so long. But she was excited because it was not that penis. A new cock was in her hand and she felt her heart quicken at the promise of the stranger's power.

He stroked her back as she moved down the bed. Not all women wanted to suck a man's cock. Some avoided it. He watched as her red curls fell around her face and her new position allowed her breasts to lie softly against his torso. There was no need to encourage her so he allowed his soft sounds to emerge just as naturally as she played with his cock.

Her first new cock after so many years. She understood the concept of fidelity. But she was more than excited to have a new man so hard in her hands. And waiting desperately for her mouth. She stroked one hand up and down, savouring the power a woman had in these moments. He twitched agreeably and she noted his different sounds as her other hand began to massage his hairy ballsack.

She wanted to make this last. It was a feeling like a kid in a toy shop, wishing to study that hard manhood for hours. But she had other urges, too, and soon took him into her mouth. Making him wet with her tongue, she slipped the first half of him past her lips. He seemed to flex and harden for her. She recalled her youthful pride at using her mouth to pleasure young men. And their praise for her talents. It felt good to know she still had those same skills as she moved her mouth back and forth, swirling her tongue around the throbbing shaft.

He told her all she needed with his hardness and his moans. But he thought to reward her, running his fingers through her hair and stroking her bottom and her fleshy cleft. He guessed that she enjoyed giving regular headjobs to her loving husband. It would have surprised him to learn that the husband no longer asked. But she was eager for her task, slowly working his length into her mouth to demonstrate she still could deepthroat a man worthy of that.

In his mind, this could have been the perfect conclusion to their strange, wild fling. She'd asked if she was a whore but he never measured such things by a woman's ability to pleasure his cock. This one seemed to have a talent that was rare indeed. Though he, too, had been in a drought for some time. He could not stop his hips pulsing in time with her bobbing. Some women craved a man cumming their mouth and he was more than content for her to take as long as she wished before he exploded.

"Fuck... how'd you get so good?..."

She'd always known she was good. The boys had all told her. Her husband had told her. And it was validating to hear his reaction. She'd always enjoyed a new cock - a new challenge, a new admirer. His lust and passion were obvious from the way he touched her. She could sense he was barely in control. That was her role after all, sucking and licking and changing so that he stayed on the edge. She remembered how to vary her pace and the depth in her mouth. And to give enough attention to his balls that his mind could not decide what he wanted most.

"What a woman... shame you are married..."

Right then she'd almost have agreed. But she was trying to ignore that aspect of her life. More important was that she was feeling so different. More like a real woman. A woman who needed to be fucked. In her soaking wet pussy.

"Dammit... I can't wait any longer," she whimpered.

Rolling onto her back, she lifted her knees high and wide. There was no point in allowing any uncertainty. She sighed with desire as he got into position, her ankles on his shoulders.

"Fuck... you are a sexy woman."

She was looking at his impressive cock. Pointing high, the dark veins looking swollen and angry. She did not need compliments.

"I can't wait," she whimpered. "Put it in me."

This time he fucked her hard. That was just how she wanted it. To feel him take what he needed. His forceful thrusting made her boobs bounce. He very much enjoyed the sight of her long, thick nipples and began to squeeze them gently as he increased the power of his ramming cock. She came -- just letting go and, so rare of late, forgetting everything else as this stranger made her feel overwhelmed. She came loudly while he fucked her hard. And then she came some more.

She wondered about his stamina. Wondered that he was not so jaded that he just blew his load and then rolled over. It was exhilarating to know that she'd made him so hungry for more. And when she'd finally exhausted herself, she was impressed by the way he rolled her onto her side. His cock stayed in her the whole way, still hard and throbbing. He was still caressing her as he thrust gently into her sopping cunt. She thought to herself that no spa treatment could have matched his mix of pampering and passion.

"You need to cum," she whispered.

"Love to. Where?"

"Inside me. Like I am a whore."

"You're so gorgeous and sexy. An amazing woman."

"You need to cum."

He guided her onto her back. Again, his cock never leaving her cunt. She could not help smiling as he lifted her ankles to his shoulders once more. That smile left as soon as his thumb found her clit.

"Fucking gorgeous cunt lips," he grunted.

"Why... thank you," she blushed.

There was no time for more cunt eating. His thumb was quite expert, in any event. She greedily took his full-length thrusting as his clit work sent her over the edge. Could she really cum that many times in one day? And then his thrusting became more serious, more urgent.

"Yes... yes, fuck me... fuck me... yeeessss..."

She watched his face intently as he erupted inside her. He looked almost beautiful, her anonymous lover who'd found such pleasure in her body. His ramming was intense and the noise of his grunting told her that he was shooting an enormous load into her pussy. Her married, faithful pussy. But all she cared about was that a man needed so badly to blow his load into her cunt. That he was flooding her with his virile fluid -- him being so manly as he saluted her womanly powers.

Unexpectedly, she was cumming along with him. That had not happened in so many years. Was something wrong with her? But the power of his climax, the unbridled ecstasy on his face -- not to mention his pumping cock -- somehow drew from her those unfamiliar emotions. It was pure relief to be a woman once more.

Then it was over. She managed to contain her tears -- gratitude and triumph thanks to the stranger. She still did not know his name or anything about him. Except that in a few hours he had made her feel like the woman she sometimes remembered. He would be the secret she took to her grave.

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He stayed away from the pool that afternoon. Her husband would come back from the water park exhausted while the kids would want to get into the pool again. Dinner was at a place highly recommended but well away from the resort.

In the morning, he slept in and went to breakfast late. The family had checked-out early, off to the airport for a long flight home.

He'd always smile at the thought of her.