The girls in tonight’s dresses nearly changed my mind about masturbation before dinner. The dresses covered the same amount of skin as yesterday, a panel covering the breasts with a strap around the neck. The skirt part was mid-thigh. However, whilst yesterday’s was made of reasonably stiff white denim material, today's was striped, super-stretchy, and nearly as thin as clingfilm. Melanie’s breasts were covered, but so clinging was the material you could see the difference between breast, areola and nipple.
The nipple was erect. The skirt also clung to her ass, squashing her cheeks together, highlighting the thong underneath. As she moved around, the material moved upward, needing her to pull it down to keep her modesty. Tony asked me for my opinion. I just said wow, but he was after my opinion on whether I could see the thong. When I replied ‘of course’, Melanie rolled up the dress, took off her thong and rolled it down again. She threw the thong on the table.
I noticed when June and Zena came out that neither had bothered with underwear to start with. Melanie sidled over as we walked up to the central hotel, the girl's skirts climbing higher up their thighs with each step. She needed to tell me that I would be sleeping with her and Tony tonight and that she was looking forward to it. I had gathered that something would happen, but having it confirmed was another thing less to worry about.
June sidled up just before we got inside and apologised for being a bit aloof along with Zena. They had a lot of catching up to do, but assuming I passed the Melanie audition, I would join them in their room later in the week. Now I was really worried, as sleeping with June was something I had been thinking about since I had known her. Passing a test, satisfying a woman who was a confessed swinger, had me concerned. Would I be good enough? Was I big enough?
Then I had my first drink and looked at our slutty three girls looking hornier than anything in the room, and my concerns disappeared. Just before we went in for dinner, I went to the toilet, and as I made my way across the bar, I realised I would pass Steve and Alice. Steve shook my hand as I walked past, thanking me and asking if I was busy later. I was happy to tell him I was already engaged. Alice also thanked me as I moved around their group of trophy wives wearing as little as possible and their business husbands trying to do deals even on holiday.
Even if that deal was getting their wife fucked so that they only had to do her once a day or got to watch. I looked over the women and realised I would be very comfortable spending an evening or even a weekend having sex with any of them. I prefer June or Zena, but perhaps only because I knew there might be something more with them. A thought ran through my head that getting into a scene where I spent one night a week with someone who just wanted sex was better than being single.
I could focus on my career, sports and making money whilst my sexual needs were all taken care of. I further thought it would be best to pass the first interview later tonight as I went to the gents. I sat next to Melanie at dinner, and she kept rubbing my cock under the tablecloth. It was lovely, but I was getting blue balls, what with all the sexual tension that had been building since this morning finger fucking Alice. Eventually, dinner was finished, and we had some drinks afterwards.
June and Zena said they were going to have more drinks in the upstairs bar, so we could go back and fuck. So Tony, Melanie and I did just that. Melanie and I snogged as we walked back while Tony laid down some ground rules. I suspect, for me, this wasn’t their first swap. When we got back to the villa, Mel fished out my cock and tried to get it all in her mouth. Tony went through them again. He would leave us to get started and would join us after the third orgasm between us.
He grabbed a beer and sat on the chair whilst Melanie tried to get me naked. It was a lot more successful the other way around as I grabbed hold of her dress's hem and lifted it. The stretchy material was forgiving and, in seconds, was over her head, leaving her dressed just in sandals. As she tried to get my cock in her mouth and we tumbled on the bed, I worked my way round to her thighs and got my head between her legs.
I figured that getting her off rather than getting me to shoot in her mouth after a few minutes was a better start. She was soaking wet; my two fingers slid straight in, and I felt her gasp as I rasped her G-spot forwards and backwards. Soon after, I pulled her on top of me, my tongue licking up and down her clit hood, lapping at her copious juices. Tony, between taking sips of his beer, carried out a running commentary on his wife's moans and her failure to get my cock in her mouth.
I could feel Mel giving up on giving, focussing on her orgasm as Tony slated her for being such a slut. His words and my fingers were working their magic as I felt the wife lying on me cry out with an orgasm that had probably been building all day. Ever since I first slipped a lotion-covered finger over her mound and brought her close. I was aware of my own need, I was ready to come with only a few licks, but I made sure that Mel didn’t get it near her mouth for a while.
I kept up the same punishment of G-spot and clit that had worked so well with Alice this morning. Tony was amused at his wife’s greed as she rolled over, with no attempt to fulfil the “9” element of our position, and she played with her nipples and looked her husband in the eyes. It wasn’t long before Tony told her she was a naughty girl. Orgasm number two had started, and from her extended moans, it was going to be a long and loud one.
I felt her buckle wildly, and I grabbed hold and pinned her in position, at least her groin, as she came hard for the second time in just a few minutes. Tony told her what a slut she was, he wanted to finish his beer before he fed her his cock, but it only made her moan louder. Slowly, she came down from the top of the orgasm into a lull. She implored me to stop playing with her. This gave her time to recover, but Tony told me I should never do that.
I was to ignore anything she asked and to increase my fingers to three. Oh, and work her ass with her juices because we are both going to take her ass before the night is done. This had the expected result, Mel moaned and told Tony that she was not ready for a cock up her ass and I could feel in her vibrations her third orgasm starting. It didn’t take long to arrive. There was a longer gap between two and three than one and two, but not by much.
The screams from Mel were louder this time, but I could feel her working her hips back against my face, almost grinding on me. Tony told me that the third orgasm was coming soon, well done me but with such a slut as a wife, what more was expected. This time her orgasm lasted for ages, she grabbed hold of my head, and two handfuls of hair and ground harder against my fingers and tongue. As she started to thrash, I lifted my face and used her gyrations to get two fingers in her ass.
I felt like I was grabbing a bowling ball, one bumping up and down as it hit the gutter. Screams came from Mel’s thrashing head until, eventually, her motions calmed down, and she half-slumped on the bed. Tony declared that my single time with his wife was now over, far shorter than he had expected; he had not even finished one beer. He stood up and got undressed, folding his clothes over the back of the chair and tossing his shoes under the bed.
He took off his boxers and socks and threw them under the chair he had been sitting on. Mel was just about recovered by now, and Tony lifted her head and dropped it on his erect cock. His wife sucked it greedily, and Tony suggested I strip off, too, and give his wife a good fucking. I didn’t need much prompting but left my clothes in my room. It didn’t take me long to strip naked and grab a condom before returning naked to their bedroom.
Tony saw the condom and, laughing, explained that the blood tests I had last week pronounced me clean. Unless I had sex with someone since the tests were taken. I confirmed not, I had been three months since last dipping my cock in a pussy, and Melanie was ready for that drought to end. Leaving my condom in the wrapper, I moved towards the bed, where a lovely sight was in front of me. Tony was lying on the bed, propped up on pillows, his wife on all fours.
This left her head over his cock, alternately sucking it and taking in as much as she could down her throat. Melanie’s ass swung in the air, just waiting to be filled. I didn’t wait that long. I slipped in behind her and entered her pussy. It was soaking wet, and as I pushed slowly forward, I felt my cock being gobbled up until my stomach flat up against her ass. She appreciated it as I heard a gush of breath over Tony’s cock as it slipped in.