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The morning after our very pleasant surprise from Dianne, we woke up slowly and lazily; Brenda even more so than me. It was still early when my eyelids first peeled themselves reluctantly open but after a while lying there, I knew they weren’t going to close again.I was happy. Brenda looked happy even though still deep asleep. I love watching her like that, wondering what horny dreams might be evoking such a smile. I lifted our light duvet slowly and gazed at her gorgeous body. ‘Erect nipples’, I noted. ‘She’s probably dreaming about teasing our poor floor-waiter again,’ I thought. ‘Or feasting on his cock’.My own started growing at the thought of it. We hadn’t yet been here a week and she’d already coaxed two souls out of their confines and I wondered, smiling, if he’d be the next one. I gently kissed her nipples which caused a little stir in her body but not enough to wake her. I rested my head beside her again for a while, just enjoying her beautiful face.Eventually, yawning my way to the bathroom and back, I grabbed my robe and quietly made a coffee from the sachets the hotel provided then stumbled out to the balcony and sank into a chair. I felt so peaceful. It was still early. The sun was already warm but not searing. A handful of bodies were on the beach and one diligent soul was swimming up and down in the calm water.I closed my eyes and let the sun greet my face and replayed some of what we had been party to the previous two days. Dianne had taken a giant leap out of her comfort zone. Even Bill had looked surprised, though happy about it. I hoped, for both their sakes, that she hadn’t jumped too far too soon and would get panicky and retreat to the familiar.That concern was answered moments later though, when I heard their door open and Dianne appeared, clutching her own coffee and wearing the silky gown she’d peeled off right in front of us just the night before.“Good morning, John,” she said softly with a warm smile. I went to close my robe but she waved an interruption. I let it stay open.“Good morning to you Dianne,” I returned. “Did you sleep well?”“Eventually,” she answered.“Oh dear,” I said, worried that she’d been troubled by the way the evening had ended. She read my expression.“Not for any bad reason,” she assured me. “We just carried on what we’d started out here,” she said with a wink. “Ohhh!” I answered. “ I seeeee! Well… I’m happy to hear that,” I said.“I’m surprised you didn’t hear that last night, actually,” she said. “You’re making me wish we’d stayed awake!” I chuckled. Dianne did too and then became thoughtful, blowing her coffee cool.“You’re a very lucky guy, you know,” she stated.“Oh, yes. I know I am,” I assured her, nodding. “As is Bill,” I added, glancing at her face to watch for any reaction. She seemed to accept the compliment well, smiling as her lips graced the rim of her mug of coffee for a sip.Her robe outlined her body in a most appealing manner as she leaned back slightly in her chair. It was obvious almanbahis she had nothing on under it. I found myself hoping she would slip it off again and let the sun onto her skin. Her breasts pushed the light fabric into a deliciously curved, light covering, hinting at what fullness might be revealed were it to slip. She crossed her legs, exposing them in the process; long and slender. She noticed me admiring them and smiled.She looked down at them herself and ran one palm along the skin of her thigh. ‘Are you actually teasing me?’ I wondered silently. I wouldn’t have expected that just yet.My imagination leapt into action.“If Bill is a lucky man though, then I’m an equally lucky woman,” she said, her voice nipping a particularly horny fantasy in the bud. I just about managed to refocus.“He does seem a truly nice guy,” I agreed.“He is,” she answered. “And Brenda helped so much yesterday in letting me feel that instead of just knowing it – if that makes sense.”“Actually, yes, it does,” I answered. “Brenda is very adept at that.”“What you told us about that young woman; Molly, was it?” asked Dianne. “Would I be right in assuming you left out some details of that evening? I mean, you did more than just talk with her?”I was stumped for an answer. Brenda and I had agreed to trust each others’ judgement on what we told to whom about our adventures if anyone asked. But this involved a third person; Molly. Would it be fair to go into any more detail than we already had without checking with her first? But then, citing that as a reason for not answering would, in fact, sound like a ‘yes’ answer. We were still hoping that Molly would come and visit us here so, potentially, they could meet. Otherwise I could’ve been more open with the anonymity involved but, hmmm… this was tricky! In the end I decided to answer her question with a question.“Would it change what you think of us if there were more to tell?” I asked cautiously.She looked at me, smiling kindly. “No. No, I don’t believe it would,” she finally answered. “I like you.”She placed her mug on the table and leant back in the chair, stretching her arms up over her head. The fabric pulled tight across her skin and her nipples protruded deliciously through. I almost suggested she held that pose while I fetched my camera but thought better of it. She would have made a fabulous photo though, right then.She seemed to be enjoying my attention. The reserved, disapproving Dianne that had been there yesterday had gone; whisked away into space and here was a new being, openly enjoying her body, her sensuality and, so it seemed, the effect it was having on me. It was strange and beautiful all at once.”You know,” said Dianne in a new seductive tone, “we fucked like teenagers last night.”Her voice and words produced an instant erection. I couldn’t believe she’d just said that. She noticed and slowly uncrossed her legs, exposing her pussy to me.”I’ve never had more than one orgasm in a night before,” almanbahis yeni giriş she told me, opening her legs wider as she spoke. “I can still feel his tongue on me and his cock inside me, even now.””Oh God, Dianne!” I breathed heavily and put my coffee on the table so I could stroke my cock. I was as horny as I was surprised. She brought her hands to her knees and caressed her thighs sensually.”Bill licked and fucked me to orgasm at least five times,” she said, deliberately stoking the fire in my loins. “On the bed,” she went on, “against the wall, even out here at one point; right here on this table. You should have been watching, John. I’ve noticed you looking at me.”I began pumping my cock harder, sure I would cum in no time. She opened her gown properly and thrust her tits forwards towards me.”Mmm…” she purred, watching me stroke. “Go on, John,” she said. “I know you like them.””Oh God!” I breathed again.Suddenly, their door opened and Bill stepped out and placed his hands on Dianne’s shoulders. I nearly jumped out of my skin. Caught red-handed!“Here you are,” he said cheerfully. “Morning John. Did you guys sleep well?” he enquired, seemingly oblivious to the fact that I was wanking furiously at his wife and that she was openly displaying herself to me.“Umm, Hi… Good morning Bill,” I stumbled. “Erm, yes, thanks. Like a couple of babies!””I was just telling John how good you fucked me last night,” Dianne said, tilting her head back to look at him and reaching up to take his hands in hers. Bill finally noticed my erection.”Ah!” he replied. “So I see!” and laughed. This felt very weird, despite the previous day’s developments,He bent down and kissed her upturned forehead, then her mouth, then slid his hands down her stretched arms to her breasts.She reached round his back and held him as he bent further and started kissing and licking her nipples. His hands glided slowly down her body and her legs parted even wider for him. I resumed stroking my cock as his one hand reached her wet pussy lips and started running up and down between them, occasionally sliding two fingers inside her and out again. Impulse took over me. With careless regard for my own safety or being seen from below, I was up and across the two-feet gap between our balconies. I moved the table to one side and crouched between her knees. A quick look up for permission and then my mouth was on her. She tasted heavenly as my tongue delved inside while Bill rubbed her clitoris with one hand and massaged her tits with the other.I sensed her orgasm approaching and licked even harder, sucking her lips into my mouth and teasing them apart in there with my tongue. I was sure she was about to explode into me when I heard a voice in the background; indistinct at first.“What are you doing John?”It was a female voice and as she repeated the question a few times, I recognised Brenda’s tones. I  fell into a quandary. Should I stop and spoil Dianne’s moment? Or should I almanbahis giriş just pause and invite Brenda to join in? Or… Or…“What are you doing, John?” she said again. Then her voice got clearer still. “John? John, Darling? What are you dreaming?”My eyes opened to find Brenda on her side but leaning over me, a towel around her, trying to shake me awake. I must have looked like a shell-shocked soldier as my eyes grew to the size of saucers and I looked bewilderedly around the room, then at Brenda.“There you are,” she half-laughed. “Are you ok, Darling?”“Oh! Oh Fucking hell!” was all I could gasp. It took me a full minute to get my bearings. I peered over at the kettle. “Has that been on?” I asked.Brenda frowned and smiled at the same time but went to check.“Stone cold,” she said and looked at me, puzzled. “Why?”I slid off the bed and went to check outside. Nobody there. Bill and Dianne’s balcony door was closed and the curtains still drawn. No sunshine either. Just a blanket of light grey cloud.“Darling? Are you ok?” Brenda repeated, her puzzlement growing.I rubbed my head hard and screwed my eyes up. “Yes… yes, sorry. Just a bit… disoriented,” I replied. “Sorry.”She came over and gave me a huge warm hug. “There, there,” she soothed. “It must have been quite a dream you were having. You were mumbling all sorts.”“Yes … well… I suppose. It was all so vivid though… so real!” I said. “Hell-fire!”“You were stiff as a pole too,” she ribbed, grabbing my cock and giving it a squeeze. “Were you being a naughty boy?” I feigned an indignant look. “Put the kettle on,” I said. “I need the loo.”“We’re making our own coffee?” she asked in dismay as I started towards the bathroom. “Can’t we get that floor-waiter to bring us some so I can torment him a bit?” she called out as I was closing the door. “I might even break down his resolve this time!” she added through the door when it shut.Despite the change in weather, it was still just warm enough to sit nursing our coffees on the balcony. Out to sea, a darker, almost angry-looking cloud was looming. I grabbed my camera and zoomed in to it, catching the dramatic contrast between it and the lighter covering that reached us. “Not a beach day, by the looks of it,” I commented.“Hmm, it doesn’t look like it, no,” agreed Brenda. “But that’s ok. I’m sure we can still think of some fun things to do indoors. Are we going to order breakfast, then? I’m starving!” she said.“Yes, I’m getting hungry too. I’ll call and order while you think of how you’re going to torture the waiter, if you like.”“Or waitress? We don’t know yet, do we?”This was a good point. Since we’d been there, we’d been shamelessly perusing some of the very attractive staff.  One or two had caught our special attention and we’d exchanged a few ideas discretely in the restaurant after being served by them.One in particular, Zoe, was especially appealing. She was about 5’2″ tall with dark hair; short but in a feminine style. Her deep brown eyes shone playful naughtiness when she smiled and she always wore very tight blouses which her lovely rounded breasts seemed constantly trying to escape from. If only she knew some of the thoughts they’d evoked in both my mind and Brenda’s!

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