Linda and I had been planning a trip down under for several years. Finally, we booked a cruise around New Zealand and you have to read this story.
My wife is a round and sexy woman. She has huge tits and is not afraid to show off a bit of cleavage when she's in the mood, which is most of the time. Our sex life is great. Linda loves giving blow jobs while she has a vibrator stuck up her pussy. We add to the blitz by bringing in imaginary partners, usually through the stories on Literotica. Linda reads a story, usually about a gal and a couple of guys, while she rubs me the right way with KY lube. I'm always good and hard by the time the story's through.
Then my wife gets down under the sheets and gives me a good blow while we talk about doing what we've just read about. It doesn't take long for the vibrator to knock Linda for a loop and it doesn't take long for my wife's suction to bring me out of my shell...so to speak.
OK, I have only had two sex partners in my life. I was a faithful husband. I had a one night stand. Then I met Linda. She gave me my second blow job of my life. If my first wife hadn't been dead I would have had to kill her. I was totally addicted to blow jobs.
My sex life had been fairly boring. But, Linda's was just the opposite. She grew up in the 60's: "If it feels good, do it."
I grew up in the 50's: "If it feels good, you'll go to Hell."
Before I married Linda, she told me about all her sex partners. She had had three at a time, during her hippie days. She had had double penetration and gang bangs during her disco days.
Linda loved to tell me a little about her own stories while she had that vibrator deep inside and she would suck me dry...in no time at all. Damn, she was hot.
While in the heat of the moment, I would always say to Linda that we needed to find some unknown guys and do a double penetration, and she would agree...but after her orgasms stopped, she would always back out and say that she would NEVER really do that. After sex, she would always back out of actually living out our (or my) fantasies. This seemed strange to me because she had broken that barrier and done a threesome before.
Now, Linda was reluctant due to the prevalence of AIDS and other sexually transmitted diseases. Ok, she had a good point, but we could take care of those concerns with condoms. It seemed like more than that, but I didn't know what.
We flew 14 hours from San Francisco to Auckland, New Zealand, where our cruise began, and had gone a few days early to cope with jet lag. A lot of things "down under" were odd, or at least different than in the good ole USA. For one thing, our "maid" was a guy.
Our "maid" was under twenty, buff, tan, and I knew he would remind Linda of her lovers in Hawaii. He was a beach boy with shaggy hair that fell into his eyes. He wasn't very good at making up the room. He didn't vacuum or pick up trash. He wasn't the type of guy who would normally have this job, so I figured he was a little more adventurous and kind of "trashy" himself. He didn't look like the kind of guy who would turn down a free fuck...and he seemed like the type who would do just about anything for money, just as long as it didn't require any "work". Just the type of guy I was looking for.
Linda is a very sound sleeper who usually slept naked, though occasionally she wore night shades. And, in a hot clime like Auckland, she usually pushed off the cotton sheet, leaving her breasts and, sometimes, her clean-shaven pussy exposed. It was almost impossible to wake her up in the morning. Everyone in her family was like that. So, this made my little mΓ©nage-a-trois a fait accompli.
I woke up before her, as I always did, and put out the "Please Make Up This Room" sign. Then pulled the bedding down and exposed Linda's "everything". It took quite a while for that lazy maid-boy to finally get to our room.
When I heard someone fumbling to get the door open, I jumped back behind the closet door. It had louvers so I could scan the room. I really had a pretty good view, but the boy would have seen me if he came all the way into the room. My heart was pounding. That surfer boy was just standing there trying to decide what to do. Time just hung in the air. Tick. Tock.
I really didn't know what would happen at this point, but he took the bait. The kid quietly shut the door behind him. He stared at my wife. Then he sat down on the edge of the bed and unzipped his pants. He started jerking off. His erection was pretty huge. Hell, he was hung like a young horse. This was my fantasy coming on for real.
I wanted him to fuck my wife, not just beat off, but I wasn't sure how to get this to happen. I didn't want to scare this kid away. So, I kicked a shoe out of the closet. It was enough to make him turn and look but not enough to freak him out. Then, I stepped out from behind the door and held a finger up to my lips in the universal "shhh-don't-say-anything-or-we're-fucked" sign. The kid wasn't stupid and he stayed and stayed quiet. He knew who I was. So, he watched me to see what I would do next.