A Quite Hedonistic Vacation

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They arrived late.

Nigel yawned as he held the door open for Felicity, the driver busying himself with getting their luggage out of the Mercedes' trunk.

"Oh, doesn't this look lovely, darling?" Felicity asked, taking in the surroundings: The white walls surrounding the hotel complex, the palm trees, crickets, the breeze carrying the promise of the ocean.

Nigel looked at his watch, trying to figure out what time it was, locally, and finally gave up. "It's too hot to think."

"Ah, but we're here to relax, darling, not think."

Nigel took off his jacket and asked the driver for the time. It was just past 10 pm. He felt it should be 2am at least. No wonder he was tired.

"Let's hope the reception is still staffed." Felicity hooked her arm into his and half-dragged him inside. "You need a shower and a bed and tomorrow, you'll be less grumpy."

She gave him a kiss on the cheek. Nigel tried to maintain the gruff exterior that he considered to be becoming of a British man travelling to distant lands.

The reception was staffed, and the young man was quite polite. His eyes maybe lingering just a moment too long on Felicity's low neckline, but Nigel could hardly begrudge the young fellow that. Even at her age, he considered his wife's cleavage and breasts to be magnificent pieces of art and he often caught himself staring at them himself.

And a little looking never hurt anybody. Besides, Felicity seemed to enjoy the young man's attention.

Nigel pondered that he might have to keep an eye on the young man after all.

They didn't see much of the room beyond the door, the bathroom and the bedroom. The journey had been too long and too exhausting. And Nigel had never been an avid traveller anyway - everything was in the wrong spot, the pillows were too fluffy, the matresses too hard, the room colours too blue, the bathroom sink too small, the toilet seat the wrong height, the shower too luxurious.

Felicity bore his grumpyness stoically, like a woman who had seen and survived more interesting battles. They fell asleep by midnight to the soft purr of the A/C unit.

The next morning, Nigel woke up, well, not exactly well-rested, but at least refreshed. He sat up, yawned and shuffled towards the clattering noises coming from the next room, which turned out to be a small living room with open kitchenette.

Felicity stood there in a thin silk silver robe, shaking her hips to the song she was humming, her long blond hair bound into a tight ponytail. Nigel stopped and enjoyed the view for a moment, a warm smile making its way onto his face.

He cleared his throat and Felicity turned.

"Oh, good morning, darling. The tea is just ready and I got some orange juice, bread, pastries, butter, jams, marmalades and a few pieces of pineapple and melon. Breakfast shall be served on the balcony."

Nigel rubbed his eyes. "What, no eggs and no sausage? This sounds surprisingly continental."

Felicity shrugged, which did wonderful things to her breasts beneath the robe. "I figured we're not going to leave Britain and bringing our breakfast habits with us. Besides..." she smiled, wickedly, "You know how much I like what pineapple does to your taste."

Nigel cleared his throat again and suddenly became very aware that in last night's exhaustion, he had abandoned his search for his pyjamas and had surrendered to sleeping naked.

"Well...", he looked for something to say, "you know how much I enjoy your melons at breakfast."

Felicity smiled. "Behave, darling. And do put something on, but Nigel dear: Not too much, yes?"

After a quick bathroom break, and helping to carry out a few plates and cutlery, the two had a chance to appreciate the spaciousness of the room and the even wider terrace. The late morning sun promised to be unbearable in a few hours, but for now felt quite nice. The table was close to the glass doors, and offered a nice view of the not-too-distant sea. Other apartments and hotel rooms were only hinted at, but the way they were arranged offered privacy to all respective occupants.

After his second cup and his third pastry, Nigel leaned back and ran his hand through his still-unkempt salt-and-pepper hair and scratched the morning stubble on his cheeks and chin.

"I have to admit, darling, I don't begrudge you dragging me here. This might actually be a nice vacation."

Felicity didn't say anything, but kept buttering her already well-buttered toast. Nigel noticed.

"Is everything alright, dear?" he asked, an eyebrow raised.

Felicity put down the toast and took a sip of tea, clattering the cup against the saucer as she put it down.

"I think I must admit something, too, my love. I... might not have given you all the details for this trip."

Nigel's face fell. "Oh no. Please do not tell me you booked a safari or some nonsense."

Felicity shook her head. "Oh no, not at all. I know how much you hate them. I would never." She took his hand.

He nodded his head left to right. "Well... you did once."

Felicity gave him a slight eye roll. "And that is how I know you hate them. It has been 22 years, Nigel. I believe you can let it go."

Nigel took a silent sip from his cup, but motioned with his hands that he conceded the point.

Felicity continued. "I didn't book a safari, but I did book a special resort. It is quite hedonistic. I thought that we might enjoy ourselves here a lot."

Nigel furrowed his brow. "What do you mean, exactly?"

Felicity leaned forward and gently wiped a pastry crumb from Nigel's lip. "It is a place that allows for a lot of experimentation. Most areas are clothing-optional. Some of clothing-prohibited. You can watch, be watched, you can participate or invite others to participate, you can roleplay...."

"Roleplay?" Nigel interrupted. "Like Dungeons and Dragons?"

"There are definitely dungeons, but I would say no about the dragons."

Nigel cocked his head.

"That's a shame. I might have relished saving you as a damsel in distress from a dragon."

Felicity's smile broadened. "So you're not mad about this little trickery of mine to get you out of our house?"

Nigel brought up his second hand and enclosed her hand in both of his, gently massaging her knuckles.

"I know you think I don't pay attention to these matters, but I do know how to use the internet and have looked at the website before we flew here. Granted, I wanted to check their wine selection, but I found... well, quite a few different selection. Did you know that you can either get in touch with the other guests or even book some off the staff?"

Felicity brought in her left hand too and kissed Nigel, her tongue going past his lips. Not hungry, but intimate.

"Did you notice that there is complimentary lube in the bathroom and on the nightstands?"

Nigel kissed first one hand, then the other.

"I think we will enjoy ourselves immensely here."

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The next day, the Harringtons ordered breakfast to their room. It was delivered by a woman wearing a very short skirt and very tight blouse. Felicity couldn't help but smile as Nigel's eyes seemed to be glued to the much younger woman's buttocks.

"I do get the sense that you like it here after all", she said, as Nigel stared at the woman leaving.

Nigel cleared his throat. "Extraordinary. I'm not sure, but I believe she had something between her cheeks."

"A buttplug, you mean?"

Nigel furrowed his brow and took a sip of his tea. "I'm not sure if I mean that, but you're probably right."

After they had finished their first cups, Nigel asked: "So what are our plans for today, dear?"

Felicity swallowed the piece of pastry she had been chewing on before answering: "Well, I booked a session in the spa to get my nails and toes done, and then a nice facial. Actually I should get ready for that. Oh, Nigel, drop that stupid little grin, not that kind of facial."

She tutted and wiped of some jam from Nigel's lower lip. "Boys..."

That'll take me a bit over an hour. Why don't you pick me up there, afterwards? Let's say... 10:30?

That should give you an hour to explore."

She stood up, moved around the table and gave Nigel a quick peck on the cheek. But as she pulled away, her husband grabbed her arm and pulled her back, giving her a deep passionate kiss, running his hand up her thighs under her bathrobe.

"Oh, Nigel, we'll have plenty of time for that.... but later." Felicity said when she ended the kiss, a little breathless.

She nodded at Nigel's clearly visible erection in his pyjama pants. "Don't you dare lay a hand on that beautiful cock of yours, young man. I fully intend to have my way with it after you picked me up!"

She left to get to her appointment. Nigel looked after her smiling. "Yes, ma'am", he said softly to himself.

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Nigel explored. Still unsure about the proper attire around here, he had opted for swim trunks and a light shirt. Something that could just be as easily taken off as it could be put on again, given the situation. He grabbed one of the pamphlets of the hotel, opened it to the map and headed to the pools first.

He found that while he and Felicity were not the oldest guests, they apparently were in the more senior cohort of the guests. Not that he minded that at all. There were plenty of young men and women who were - for lack of a better term - busy in and around the pool area. He checked the pamphlet and this was clearly clothing optional, but most of the people he saw were in some state of nakedness and also in a visible state of arousal. Some were engaged in activities that would have been outright criminal or at least somewhat unhygienic in other hotels he had frequented before.

He was, almost achingly, hard. And very self-conscious about Felicity's warning to not touch himself.

At first he was slightly embarrassed. But once he had seen a few hard cocks just out in the wild, their respective owners either enjoying a helpful hand or mouth from their companions or just... being there, he merely shifted his swim trunks a little to make it less painful, if not a lot less obvious. But nobody seemed to mind.

In fact, a few ladies and even the occasional guy seemed to check him and his erection out.

Very good looking men, too. And that blonde fellow had an absolutely enormous...

He blinked, looking away and fixating on a very lovely pair of breasts of a young woman who bounced on her partner's - presumably - lap.

Then he glanced at his watch and consulted the map in his pamphlet. Yes, he should hurry to pick up Felicity. He would happily let her take care of his throbbing cock.

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Nigel found the spa easily enough. After briefly speaking with the barely-clothed receptionist, he was ushered into the back area and directed to booth 7.

He knocked on the door and called out for Felicity, who responded a moment later. "Come in, darling!"

Nigel opened the door and froze for a second.

The view inside was decidedly unorthodox. Felicity was reclining in a chair, her arms and legs slightly extended for the mani-pedi.

A young woman was working on the nails of her left hand.

But what seemed completely outlandish were the two young gentlemen standing left and right of Felicity's head, both vigorously jerking off their oiled cocks.

Nigel, trying to regain his composure, stepped in and closed the door behind him.

His cock had immediately jumped back to attention, but he didn't bother concealing it.

Felicity, to her credit, looked somewhat embarrassed. "I swear, darling, I didn't know it would be this kind of facial."

Nigel put on a stern face. "I'm not quite sure if I should believe that, my dear. I assume cancelling at this point would be pointless, hm? Already booked and paid for?"

Felicity nodded, her face flushed with excitement.

"Very well, then I guess it's best we let the staff carry on."

Nigel put his hands behind his back. This only served to highlight his own erection even more.

"Nigel, dear, I promise I'll make it up to you. But could I trouble you for some assistance?"

She nodded at her crotch and raised her right hand. "I'm supposed to wait for another 30 minutes to let the nails dry, but..."

Nigel sighed and shook his head, but stepped closer. He nodded a greeting at the woman working on Felicity's nails, then gently put his right hand down his wife's bikini bottoms.

"Darling, you are positively soaked", he commented as his fingers found her slick folds.

Felicity answered with a moan.

Nigel ran his fingers down between her lips, inserted first one, then two, went back up to her clit and then repeated the motion.

Felicity started breathing heavier, and she came with a shudder just as the two young men erupted at her face with soft groans, milking their cocks onto her cheeks.

Then, for a long moment, the only sound was the heavy breathing. The two men left Felicity with Nigel and the nail technician.

It was the latter who spoke first.

"Should I massage it in, sir, and finish the treatment? It's better for the skin, unless you prefer it as it is."

Nigel swallowed, then looked at the woman who had just finished Felicity's left hand and was now apparently looking at him for further instructions.

He cleared his throat. "It would be a shame not to finish the treatment."

He smiled and gave her a nod. "Please proceed."

The woman stood up and moved behind Felicity's head. Starting at her forehead, she carefully massaged the two young men's cum into her skin. Felicity, despite herself, made a small sound.

"Are you purring, darling?" Nigel asked, his fingers still resting on Felicity's pussy under her bikini bottoms. He gave her clit a tentative stroke, and Felicity drew in a sharp breath.

The therapist caught some semen that tried running off Felicity's face and pushed it back up. "Would you like to taste the overflow, ma'am?"

Felicity, her eyes closed, merely managed a little nod, careful not to disturb the accumulated sperm on her face.

Nigel started stroking her clit now more consciously, watching the therapist massaging the cum into Felicity's face, and directing larger and runnier gobs of cum to his wife's lips. She messily sucked at the therapist's finger.

Felicity came again with a sob, just as the therapist pronounced: "All done!"

She turned to Nigel again. "She can take a shower in 30 minutes if she wants. Or leave it on, if you and her prefer. If you're planning to have dinner in the restaurant, please be mindful that she would have to sit outside in the designated area. The cum tends to flake off, after a while."

Then she looked at Nigel's tenting swim trunks. "Would you like me to take care of that for you, sir?"

Nigel was tempted, but looked at Felicity, who was still recovering from her two orgasms and slowly got up from her chair. He shook his head.

"No, that's alright. I believe my wife will happily take care of that as soon as we're back in our room. Won't you, darling?"

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They made their way back to their room, Felicity's arm hooked into Nigel's.

"It was nice of your therapist to offer you another wipe-down before we left, wasn't it?" he asked, in a casual tone.

Felicity nodded and responded: "And it was very naughty for you to refuse." She smiled, but fought it. The cum was already cracking.

It didn't take them long to be back in their room, but it felt like an eternity.

Nigel's lips were on her neck the moment the door closed behind them.

"I demand satisfaction", he growled in a playful tone, "I have been extremely patient!" From behind, he cupped her breasts, sliding his hands under the fabric of her bikini.

Felicity moaned. "Nigel, please! Watch the mask." She took a step away from him and turned.

"But you are right, I promised you release and I intend to keep my promise. Go lie down on the bed and lose the trunks - I should be careful with my nails just a little while longer."

Nigel almost jumped onto the bed, quickly pulling off his swim trunks. His cock was still hard, precum glistening on the tip.

"You have no idea how hard it was to not touch myself when I saw you in that chair, darling. I could've easily added another layer on your face."

Felicity smiled and climbed onto the bed, straddling him.

"But then you might have missed this...."

And she took him inside her wet pussy. There was no more foreplay, she rode him hard and fast - and short. Nigel's hips bucked and he came in a massive eruption, flooding Felicity's pussy with his cum. He groaned and kept pushing upwards into her as he finally had his long awaited release.

He opened his eyes when the climax subsided and saw his wife smiling down at him. "That, my dear, was fantastic." Felicity gave a satisfied chuckle. "Well, that's good to know."

Nigel raised an eyebrow: "But I get the sense that you did not...."

She cut him off with a wave of her hand, then leaned down to press her body against him, his cock still inside her pussy.

"This was all about you, darling. I tortured you long enough."

Nigel wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head.

Felicity gave a small, content sound.

"I thought it was impressive how well you behaved with that girl. I admire a man who can control himself."

"I merely thought that I wouldn't want to waste all my anticipation on her. It would have been rather anti-climactic, ironically. But I do hope you're not going to put me through the wringer every day now."

Felicity kissed his chest. "I promise less torture and more pleasure for you, darling. But I'm hungry. Do you want to share a shower?"

Nigel raised an eyebrow. "I was expecting you to wear the mask of cum during dinner. I was looking forward to seeing you try to eat without your mask flaking all over your food."

Felicity sat up and Nigel's cock slid out of her, a trickle of his cum flowing out of her pussy. "You can cum in my food another time, my dear, but I'd rather prefer it fresh than dried."

She slid off the bed and dropped her bikini top while heading to the bathroom. At the door, she looked back over her shoulder.

"Are you coming?"

Nigel hurried after her. A shower would be lovely now, after all.

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They settled into a kind of holiday routine. They spent the next few days exploring the various areas. Nigel soon ditched his swim trunks altogether, while keeping his shirt to protect his shoulders from getting sunburned. Which of course resulted in a light sunburn in a much more delicate location, but Felicity was happy to apply the aloe lotion to the burned part in generously and often, then rubbing the lotion that Nigel offered in return into her breasts.

The dungeon was explored in curiosity and openness. But the expedition was rather quickly abandoned after they both decided, mutually and simultaneously, that the decor was a bit too medieval for their tastes. It also seemed like a waste of all the glorious sunshine (never minding the light burns) to spend time in a stockade in the basement.

Still, the Harringtons took some inspiration from this little foray, roleplaying a vigorous ass-whipping of the lusty village wench when Nigel playfully slapped a dry towel against Felicity's buttocks while she pretended to be locked up on all fours.

Afterwards, Nigel said that the sunburn made the whole thing even better.

They mingled in the restaurant, at the pools, at the beach. There was a French couple older than they were, and determined not to let anyone forget it. They seemed to try to out-sex everybody else. Very performative and vulgar and kept inviting Felicity for a threesome, with Nigel being allowed to watch. They politely declined.

There was a young Scandinavian couple they kept running into who kept going at it everywhere. Their stamina was inspiring, but it did get a bit repetitive.

"Oh, look who's fucking on the sunbeds again..." Felicity would remark dryly as she sipped her cocktail, absentmindedly touching either herself or Nigel.

That was the biggest difference to their life at home. The constant arousal and the constant touching made them feel like teenagers again. Sex happened frequently and while not as public as the two Swedes, they and their neighbors had gotten to know each other quite well over the last few days, sharing a pitcher of sangria at a time much too early in the day. A lovely couple from Italy.

They would have dinner tomorrow. Then they would see what else the evening would bring.

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Their neighbors were Marco and Chiara de Luca, from Milan. Both of them tan, both of them long dark hair, dark eyes, thin, lithe bodies and easy, sensual smiles. Maybe 10 years younger than himself and Felicity.

Their English was slightly accented and melodic, with the occasional Italian phrase thrown in for emphasis.

They enjoyed their dinner at the restaurant. All four of them had dressed for the occasion. Chiara wore a long, red dress cut down to her navel, making Nigel wonder how her ample breasts were kept from spilling out. Felicity had opted for his favorite dress, a saturated emerald green that highlighted her cleavage and narrow waist, prompting him to think of what waited for him underneath it.

Both men wore shirts and pants, jackets already hung over the back of their chairs. They would not have been out of place at a financial convention in London. Marco's suit might have been a tad too extravagantly rich blue for such an event, though, but the charcoal shirt carried his ensemble, even if he had the top three buttons open.

Their conversations flowed easily, even if they stayed vague about certain aspects. Nigel was never sure that he fully understood what Chiara did for a living except that it had something to do with "the arts".

He let Marco graciously pick the first bottle of wine and was quite pleased with the Italian's choice. They could be friends.

"So how much longer are you staying?" Felicity asked after the second bottle arrived. Chiara made a sad face: "Just tomorrow. Our plane leaves early the next morning."

Marco put his hand on hers. "That is why we want to make sure to make the most of the few hours we have left here. We've seen almost everything here, have done almost everything... we hope to have a great last day here."

Nigel raised an eyebrow. "Everything? Did you visit the dungeon?" Felicity rolled her eyes. "Nigel, please..." but Chiara interrupted her. "Yes of course, but I did not like the fake leather on the benches. I understand it's easier to clean, but it just... feels wrong, you know?"

Felicity blinked and cleared her throat. "Yes, absolutely" and took a long sip from her glass of wine.

Marco leaned forward. "We are merely happy to experiment. I think of ourselves as... seekers. Seekers of the beautiful. And I find it wonderful that we came such a long way here, to then find you as our neighbors."

He gently took Felicity's hand and kissed it. She smiled. "You certainly have a silver tongue, Marco."

Chiara raised her glass. "You have no idea, Feli. But I would be happy to let you learn more about it if you would not mind learning more about your devilishly handsome husband..."

Felicity raised an eyebrow at Chiara's abbreviating her name, but let it slide.

Nigel swallowed.

Felicity emptied her glass and put it gently down on the table. Without letting go of Marco's hand, she asked the table: "Should we take dessert back in our room?"

Chiara laughed. "Andiamo."

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Both couples hurried back to their rooms, trying - and failing - to not appear too eager. Along the way, the decision to use Felicity's and Nigel's room was quickly made. A sensible choice since it was the larger one and didn't just have the bed, but also a couch that should be useful for their expected activities.

Inside their room, everything slowed down for a moment. Nigel opened a bottle of Chardonnay and handed out glasses. They raised their glasses and Marco offered a toast: "To new friends and new experiences!"

Once everybody had sipped, Chiara leaned forward. For a second, Nigel tried not to stare, then realized not staring at this point, in this moment, might be considered even more impolite and he let his eyes take in the full weight of the Italian woman's

ample bosom.

"We do not want to pressure you into anything... but we have felt a connection, Feli, with you and your husband and we would like to do more, if you want it too."

Felicity took another sip of her wine, her fingers intertwining with Nigel's.

"No pressure, Chiara, but... I have to admit while we have had our adventures,... this is a bit of new territory for Nigel and me."

Marco got up and sat down next to Felicity, gently taking her wine glass from her, then kissing her wrist.

"If you would allow Chiara and myself to guide you on this path, I promise we would be enthusiastic teachers."

Felicity smiled warmly as Marco continued to run small kisses up her arm.

"You keep that up, Marco, and you'll find me to be an enthusiastic student."

Chiara put her glass down and stood up, stopping in front of Nigel. "And what about you? Would you like to be my student?"

Nigel emptied his glass and turned away as he put his glass down on the floor.

"I'm not sure what exactly is there to teach. I have..."

He turned back to Chiara. She had loosened her dress and stood now naked before Nigel.

She took another step closer, leaned down, lifted his chin up and gave him a long, sensual kiss. As their mouths disconnected, she asked: "Do you want to?"

Nigel managed only a brief "Yes."

Behind him, Felicity moaned as Marcos mouth reached her neck and one hand had disappeared under her skirt.

From there, the situation escalated quickly. With deft fingers, Chiara freed Nigel's cock and took him deeply into her mouth, gently caressing his balls.

Felicity discarded her dress, straddling Marco's face, her upper body writhing, her hand reaching for Nigel's both for support and re-assurance.

She was the first to come, her pussy flooding with her juices, as Marco kept licking her through her orgasm.

Nigel pulled Chiara off his cock, and playfully pushed her down onto the couch where she landed with a delighted squeak and opened her legs wide. Nigel entered her without hesitation, fucking her in quick, hard strokes, Chiara urging him on in Italian.

Marco climbed out from under Felicity and she happily laid back and put her legs on his shoulders, Marco plunging deep into her.

The two women moaned in tandem and Felicity came a second time just as Marco asked her where he should come.

"Inside me, Marco, come inside me, please...." And he filled her pussy with a long groan.

Chiara urged Nigel on: "Paint my insides, Nigel" and while that phrase made him falter for just a second, when she grabbed his butt and pulled him even deeper into her, he lost it and came into her, triggering Chiara's climax. Her pussy milked his cock into her.

After that, everybody took a moment to catch their breath. Marco broke the silence with a quiet laugh. "Madonna, I think we all needed that."

The others chuckled as well. Nigel pulled his softening cock from Chiara's pussy and they both watched as his cum trickled out of her.

"Oh my", he said, "that is an enticing sight."

"If you're busy looking at cunts, darling, you should survey your wife's too, don't you think?" Felicity teased him and spread her legs and pussy lips.

Nigel did turn and look. It was a bizarrely obscene display, quite unusual for Felicity, but certainly owed to the occasion.

Marco busied himself refreshing wine glasses. Felicity's eyes kept following his uncut cock as if she was still remembering what it felt like to have him inside.

Chiara reached out a hand for Nigel for his help to get up, only then taking off her high heeled shoes.

Nigel saw that with a rueful smile. He realized that he had liked the visual. Chiara moved over to the table where Marco put down the glasses, Nigel's seed running down her inner thigh.

They were all naked now and Nigel was, to his surprise absolutely comfortable with that.

He got himself and Felicity two glasses, then sat down next to her. She took the wine and leaned her head on his shoulder. Nigel leaned down to kiss her, tenderly.

Slowly, the kiss grew more passionate, more urgent.

Nigel's hand started to wander, first caressing Felicity's chin, then moving to her breasts, gently squeezing her left nipple, which always made her suck in the air through her teeth. Then he ventured down to her pussy.

There, his fingers were kissed and Nigel pulled away from the kiss to find Chiara's face looking up to him as she knelt between Felicity's legs.

"May I help with that?"

Felicity managed a breathless "Oh, that would be lovely, dear", before Chiara's tongue explored Felicity's wet folds.

Nigel put his hand back on Felicity's breasts and their kisses turned ravenous, with her moaning loudly until she came in a rising crescento, her pussy gushing under Chiara's talented mouth.

The Italian came up for breath, resting her head against Felicity's belly. Felicity, half-consciously, reached out to stroke Chiara's hair.

The men, meanwhile, were both achingly hard. Both, idly, started stroking themselves, almost casually.

"Look at the boys, Feli. They cannot control themselves", Chiara said in a slightly mocking tone.

Felicity, a little out of breath, agreed. "Should we help them with their little predicament?"

Chiara nodded. "I think that would be fair. Are you ok with me taking care of your husband?"

Felicity petted Chiara's hair. "You do that, dear, and I shall offer yours a bit of relief."

She beckoned Marco over, who climbed onto the bed, kneeling next to Felicity and she wrapped her lips around his shaft, humming contently as she sucked him.

Chiara moved slowly on all fours from between Felicity's knees towards Nigel's and took him deep immediately, his ball sack resting against her chin. He drew a sharp, surprised breath as she kept his cock deep in her throat, her tongue pushing up against his shaft, as she made small, delicious movements milking him with her throat.

Nigel looked over to Felicity, enthralled as she sucked Marco's cock with enthusiasm. Then he glanced at Marco, who had his eyes closed, lost in the sensation, his hand resting on Felicity's head. Nigel felt a weird sense of pride, seeing how well Felicity was sucking this other man's cock.

Then he saw Marco cum, his semen spilling out of Felicity's mouth as she tried her best to swallow and he came himself with a groan and an involuntary thrust of his hips, the sound of Chiara's throat working hard to swallow his load resounding in the hotel room.

They let go of each other, the four of them all finding themselves cuddling on the bed, drowsy in a post-orgasmic haze.

Marco cleared his throat. "I wish we could stay longer, but we have a plane to catch in a few hours."

They slowly got up, the neighbors grabbing their clothes without dressing. Chiara and Nigel enjoyed one last sensual kiss, as did Marco and Felicity. The girls kissed each other and for a moment it seemed as if they'd start another round before they both ended it, regretfully and hesitantly.

Nigel held out a hand to Marco, but the Italian instead moved in slowly and planted a kiss straight on his lips. Nigel, surprised, opened his lips and felt Marco's tongue push in and after the briefest of hesitations reciprocated.

When Marco let go, both men smiled.

The Italians left, and Felicity closed the door after them, then turned around with a mischevious smile. "Nigel, darling, I must say I'm thrilled that you are still able to surprise me after all these years."

Nigel shook his head. "I must confess that I have surprised myself. Apparently, I am a much more modern man than I thought."

Felicity laughed and wrapped her arms around her husband, pressing his face against her breasts.

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They slept in the next day. At breakfast, they received a message from the concierge, a simple card with a greeting from their Italian friends, complete with a phone number and an email address, asking them to reach out if they ever made it to Milano.

The next few days, until their own departure, they relived that night in their own intimate moments, Felicity urging on "Marco" as Nigel took her from behind, or him asking Chiara to suck him off just once more.

When they checked out and left for the airport, Felicity rested her head on Nigel's shoulder.

"This was a wonderful vacation, wasn't it?"

Nigel agreed with a slow nod. "Better than I expected, I must admit."

After a pause, Felicity asked: "I wonder where we will spend our next vacation."

Nigel didn't respond right away, looking out of the window.

"You know, I have never been to Italy, I think. I hear it's a lovely place."

Felicity squeezed his arm and smiled.