Pleasures with guilt – 8



“You’d be surprised,” Sophia quipped. “Remind me to show you the catalog.”

For the rest of the drive, Sophia and I entertained one another, along with our husbands as we sat in the back fucking ourselves with the toys. I had a reasonably nice little orgasm while doing so, though Sophia’s had been far more interesting when she did. Another car had briefly pulled up alongside us on the two-lane road. The driver just then peered over towards us, as Sophia basically came up off the seat, her head tilted back, screaming out her pleasure at the top of her lungs. Bill had to swerve the car slightly to keep the other driver from running us off the road.

“Ok, enough of that,” Sophia said seconds later as she and I began getting dressed again. Though the resort was indeed private and secluded, it wasn’t exactly clothing optional, though they didn’t mind it if women sat out by the pool topless. Rob and I had in fact noticed that before the last time we were here.

“Hey, it wasn’t me!” Bill responded defensively. “I’m the one who kept us from being hit!” He’d added as though that made any difference.

“Just the same, we’re nearly there anyway,” she told her husband. “Though after that, I might let the two of you off the hook for the drive back…maybe,” she added quickly grinning at the two of them.

Minutes later we arrived, checked in and were shown to our room as the bell hop retrieved all our luggage from the car and brought it up behind us. The room was indeed far nicer, and much larger than the one Rob and I had stayed in. It looked more like a damn apartment than a hotel room.

“Holy shit! This place is huge!” I exclaimed as we wandered around briefly. In addition to the three enormous bedrooms, there was a very large sitting room, our own private hot-tub sitting outside on the deck, a large kitchenette, though we certainly didn’t plan on doing any of our own cooking while we were there, along with a very well stocked bar, which Bill and Rob immediately headed over towards.

It wasn’t even noon yet, so I was a little pleased at least to see them simply reach for some exotic beers rather than anything harder.

“So…what shall we do first?” I asked, already knowing the answer as together, both Bill and Rob reached down unzipping their pants.

**

As the boys were quite obviously excited and still very aroused from the drive up, Sophia and I treated them each to something special. Walking over to Rob, Sophia led him over to one of the large oversized chairs, pushing him down into it, kneeling between his legs. I then did the same to Bill, likewise sitting him down in front of me. Side-by-side then, they sat grinning like two kids on Christmas morning as we treated them to blowjobs,

each of them cumming within moments of one another. Happy as clams, they soon after departed, heading off to the clubhouse in order to schedule tee-times for the following day, and the day after. Sue and I quickly headed out to the pool, sans tops, delighted to be able to sit outside and sun for a while, prior to coming back and then getting dressed for dinner. It promised to be an eventful evening.

I had no idea just how eventful it would turn out to be.

**

It was nice getting dressed up for dinner. And even I had to admit, I think I looked even better in my little black cocktail dress than Sophia did in hers. I briefly wished my breasts were a bit fuller however, especially seeing the very low cut in her dress that displayed the prominent curvaceous slopes of her breasts quite clearly. She however had actually wished just the opposite, preferring the cut of my own, the hem slightly shorter perhaps, revealing a good portion of my thighs.

The boys just rolled their eyes and smiled at us as we were taken over to our table for dinner.

Neither one of us had anything on beneath our dresses either, something which we had only hinted at with our husbands, giving promise to things to come later, after we’d gotten back to the room.

Not only had we gotten appreciative looks from them, but we’d also been given a great deal of personal attention from our male waiters as well, though I dare say perhaps more so from Sophia than I did, due in a large part of most of one of her breasts peeking out during the course of the evening. Well aware of it, she had used it to her advantage, very often leaning over whenever one of the waiters came by the table to see if there was anything else they could get us.

I had noticed during the course of our dinner, that both Bill as well as Rob were once again sporting erections. I had teased my husband unmercifully because of that, frequently reaching over, running my hand up and down between his legs during bites, though most usually whenever one of the waiters dropped by the table. I was fairly confident by the knowing looks I got from Sophia, she was doing the same sort of things to Bill.

Neither one of them could wait to get back to the room fast enough by the time we had finished eating and enjoying our decadent desserts, which Sophia and I had both insisted upon, drawing the evening out much to the boy’s displeasure. I had barely finished my last bite when Bill suggested we head back and try out the hot-tub on our private deck.

“Aren’t we supposed to wait for an hour after eating before getting into the water?” I asked.

Bill looked at me worriedly, Sophia laughing as Rob informed him we wouldn’t be swimming, just sitting. We soon after headed back, and moments later with a new bottle of wine now opened, slipped down into the cozy little hot-tub, once again naked together.

I was admittedly horny, as was Sophia. We’d discussed by the pool earlier that afternoon what we might actually consider doing for the boys, showing them a bit of what we had done the day before down in her new den. I had thoroughly enjoyed it when she had tit-fucked me with her breast, something I now wanted to do for her in return, even suggesting it. She quite naturally liked the idea, and knew the moment I even hinted at doing so, her husband would be hard as a rock, if he weren’t already.

The fact was, they both were, almost from the moment we’d stepped in, and we hadn’t as yet done a damn thing.

The hot tub in fact made it easier. With only a knowing look passing between us as we’d previously discussed earlier, Sue lifted herself out of the water, sitting on the edge of the tub. With a nice rest for her back to lean against, the redwood walls surrounding us also had nice comfy seats with backrests where people could,

if they wanted to, sit out and relax with no more than their feet dangling in the water. She did so, my husband and hers smiling, enjoying the view as she sat back, and then sensually spreading her legs. As she did that, I stepped forward, though still in the tub, one hand now coming up to cup my own breast, which I now placed directly at the opening of her sweet looking cunt.

“Holy fuck!” Bill exclaimed upon seeing me do that, though all Rob did was let out a long drawn out whistle of approval. I proceeded to masturbate Sophia’s pussy with my tit, enjoying the feel of her wetness as it kissed my nipple. I loved the sensation of running it back and forth against her, up and down, and then pressing myself against her as much as I could, even going so far as to push my own breast into her as much as I was able to do. Sophia in turn, now humping herself against me, grinding and gyrating her deliciously wet cunt against my breast, making it even more slippery than it had been.

“Jesus that’s fucking hot!” Rob finally said, likewise now climbing out of the tub, sitting next to Sue, reaching over to fondle her breasts as I continued to tit-fuck her, now using my other breast. Sophia in kind, reached over, wrapping her hand around my husband’s hard prick, stroking it.

“You know Bill, I am in the perfect position here, if you’re even interested.”

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