Matt woke with a start, panicked that he was going to be late for work. He lifted his head and looked at the clock, 7:45, he'd overslept by an hour. He was wrapped round his wife's sleeping form, his cock hard and pressing against her backside and he began to roll away before he remembered it was day one of his holiday and he could take his time, well for a while anyway until their taxi arrived to take them to the airport.
Allowing himself to relax again, he slid his arm round Fiona's body, his hand finding her naked breast, full and ripe, her nipple soft in his palm. He caressed it, pinching gently, feeling it harden under his touch. She murmured, half stirring as his hand found her other breast, giving that the same treatment. She rolled onto her back, more awake now and their mouths met, lips kissing gently as they greeted each other.
Matt's mouth slid down to her breast, and he sucked a nipple in, his lips teasing it as his hand slipped down across her stomach to her pussy. He was momentarily confused as he encountered no crinkly hair, then remembered she'd shaved her pubes last night in preparation for the holiday. Not that she was normally very hairy, she customarily sported a neatly trimmed bush, something he generally liked, but when he'd seen her completely bald pussy the night before he'd felt a stirring in his groin at the sight.
His fingers found her slit and slid along it, not yet wet, but still soft and moist as they explored inside, separating her lips. "Are you sure we've got time for this?" she enquired.
"There's always time for this," murmured Matt back, and he slithered further down the bed, pulling the covers back exposing her lithe form, his body positioning itself between her open legs. He pressed his mouth to her pussy and felt her shiver in anticipation, she loved being licked just as much as he loved licking her. He pushed his tongue out and traced it downwards, tasting her juices beginning to flow, teasing with the tip, finding the entrance to her pussy and running it round before pushing firmly in.
He could feel Fiona pushing back, her hips rising slightly as he slid his tongue upwards, finding her clit, already hard as he flicked at it, sucking at it with his lips. He pushed two fingers inside her, feeling how wet she was now, sliding easily into her warm wet pussy. She moaned again and reached down for his head, pushing it down against her, then drawing him upwards. "I want you inside me," she implored.
Matt slid upwards until he felt his cock nudging at the junction of her thighs, then edged himself forwards, finding her opening and easing himself in. Her pussy opened up for him, enveloping him in her tunnel, still feeling tight after two children and as welcoming as ever. "Mmm, that's better," she murmured as his cock bottomed out and began to slide in and out. It didn't take long to find their accustomed rhythm, Matt pulling back until his cock nearly escaped, then pushing back in, deeper and deeper.
Fiona was matching him now, her hips rolling and he could feel her squeezing him with her pussy walls. She did her Kegel exercises regularly and used an exerciser as well, something he loved to watch, seeing her push it into her pussy and then squeeze it. He'd often masturbate while she did it, and many a time they'd cum together.
There was no feeling like being inside her though, and he could feel his arousal building, sensing that she too was now moving with more intent. "Cum inside me," she whispered, "I want to feel you dribbling out of me all day." He was pleased she wanted that, he loved cumming inside her pussy and on occasions her arse, knowing what it meant to them both.
Faster and faster they moved and he felt her body tense as her orgasm washed through her, her pussy clamping down harder on his cock as he felt his own climax start low down in his balls, spreading upwards through his body as he erupted inside her, filling her up as spurt after spurt sprayed from his cock.
They stilled and kissed tenderly as Matt felt his cock soften and slip out of her. He rolled away and they lay wrapped in each other's arms. "For the avoidance of doubt," she said, "that's just how I want to be woken up every day this week. Now we really do have to get a move on or we'll be late." With that she rolled away and off the bed, her hand cupping her pussy as Matt's spunk started to slip out of her. She went into the en-suite and he could hear her peeing as he lay back, idly toying with his now deflated cock, before getting up and joining her in the bathroom.
They were both looking forward to the holiday, but especially Fiona. It had all started with one of her regular FaceTime sessions with her sister who now lived in Spain, having married a local. She'd been there for about ten years now, and although they kept in regular touch by video or Chat, Fiona did miss her big sister. They would meet up occasionally, when her sister, Felicity, or Fliss as she liked to be called was in England, but it was not often enough.
She was married to a Spaniard and they had a good life living near Malaga, Miguel, her husband, was some sort of high powered consultant and they had a good life, sadly with no children. They had just bought a new house, which Fliss described as being nestled in the hills not far from Malaga with amazing views. She'd invited them out to see it and stay for as long as they wanted, but work constraints meant that ten days was about the maximum they could squeeze in and so they'd booked flights and were now setting off.
Gatwick was about as rammed as it could be, the long queues for security seemed never ending, but finally they were at their departure gate, waiting for the incoming flight. Fortunately everything seemed to be on time and they were soon boarding. Typically it was a dull, overcast, drizzly day in England, but once airborne they broke through the clouds and were in brilliant sunshine. Fliss was picking them up and so they were able to have a couple of drinks and the 3 hour flight passed relatively quickly, and they were soon touching down under a cloudless blue sky.
Immigration and baggage reclaim were relatively painless and they emerged into the Arrivals Hall, searching among the sea of faces for Fliss. They spotted an excited figure jumping up and down waving her arms and Fiona ran over to her, the two sisters embracing in a tight hug as Matt stood back. They were very similar in size, Fliss having a darker complexion from the sun, but there was no mistaking them as sisters.
They released each other and Fliss hugged Matt tightly, he could feel her breasts squashing against his chest as she pulled him into her. "Come on, the car's not far," said Fliss as she led them towards the car park, both women chattering away excitedly as Matt dragged the suitcases along. They stopped at a white convertible E class Mercedes and loaded the cases in the back, Matt got in the back to allow the two women to natter, and they were soon bowling west along the motorway towards Mijas. Matt sat back and relaxed, seeing the spectacular hills, and when they finally turned off the motorway and headed up into the hills the views were truly wonderful.
They pulled up outside a walled property with some large metal gates which opened automatically and they drove inside. Both Matt and Fiona were blown away by the magnificent villa inside, glistening white in the bright sun with a terracotta roof. They got out of the car and they could see the Mediterranean in the distance sparkling in the sunlight.
"Welcome to our new home," said Fliss, her arm sweeping round, "Please treat it as your own, 'mi casa es tu casa', as they say round here. Let me show you round." They went in a huge wooden door into an open hallway with stairs and a balcony, then through into the lounge which opened out onto a wide patio complete with swimming pool, all overlooking the conurbation down at sea level, then the sea itself.
"Someone's doing all right," whispered Matt to Fiona in a parody of the TV ad, she shushed him but privately couldn't help but agree.
At that moment Miguel appeared from a side room, "Fiona, Matt, lovely to see you again. I trust your journey was pleasant?" He went over to them and embraced them both. He looked well, Matt thought, tall and tanned with a good head of dark hair. "I'm sorry I couldn't be at the airport to meet you, but I'm in the middle of something a bit complex, so if I appear distracted at times please forgive me." As ever Matt was amazed at his grasp of English, which he spoke with barely an accent, about all Matt could manage in Spanish was to ask for a beer!
"Why don't you two go and freshen up and then we'll sit outside and have a drink," suggested Fliss. Matt fetched the suitcases and they were shown to their room, a spacious bedroom with a large balcony overlooking the sea. "We're just next door," added Fliss. She left them to it and they unpacked, then Fiona stripped off her top and jeans and dressed just in bra and panties went into the en-suite bathroom.
"Wow, look at this Matt." Matt followed her in and gasped at the opulence, a huge bath tub, a walk-in shower and a toilet and bidet all gleaming with gold fittings. "Can't wait to get in that," she indicated the bath, "but I suppose I'd better make do with a shower for now." With that she unsnapped her bra and slid it off her shoulders, Matt admiring her breasts as ever. They were tear drop shaped and sagged only slightly, her nipples broad and a soft pink against her white skin.
He went to embrace her but she wriggled away and slipping down her panties walked into the shower, turning it on. Matt stood and watched her test the water, then she stood under the rain shower head, the water cascading down her body. She squeezed some shower gel onto a sponge and started to rub it over her body which proved too much for him. He quickly shucked off his clothes and joined her under the water. Fiona made as if to look at an imaginary watch, "Not bad, I had you down for resisting for another ten seconds!"
"No chance," Matt replied, "you know what you do to me."
Fiona looked down and saw his burgeoning erection, and grinning impishly started to wash it with the sponge, causing it to harden considerably. "Oops, now look what I've done!" Matt took the sponge out of her hand and began to wash her body with it, caressing her breasts and then putting his hand between her legs, sliding it up and down her pussy, pushing in with his fingers. He could see her biting her bottom lip and bent forward, taking a wet and soft nipple into his mouth, feeling it pucker on his tongue.
He felt a fist encircle his cock and grip it, the soft skin slipping easily up and down the rigid interior. Fiona reversed her grip and Matt could feel her palm rubbing across the crown, the soap lubricating the way. She dropped to a squatting position and her lips forming a big "O" shape, sucked him inside her mouth, taking him right back to her throat. She looked up at him and their eyes met. He could see one hand busy between her legs as the other hand stroked the base of his cock.
Grinning she released him from her mouth and stood, turning away from him, her arms braced against the wall. She spread her legs apart and Matt reached between them, feeling her soft folds. He slipped a finger between them and found her slick inside. Bending his knees, he lined up his cock with her entrance and pushed in. Gently he moved in and out until his full length was buried inside her, then grasping her hips he started to pump vigorously back and forth, seeing his cock sliding between her distended lips, her darker puckered hole almost winking at him. He knew he wasn't going to last long and already he could feel his cum rising in him. Just before he exploded he pulled his cock out of her pussy and pushed it up against her arsehole, pressing up against it. He could feel her crease tightening around him as his cock spurted, pulsing against her back hole, seeing the water wash it away almost immediately.
He finished cumming and Fiona turned to face him, pulling him in for a hug. "That felt nice, perhaps we can take the idea further sometime soon."
They turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, drying themselves on the big white fluffy towels, then wrapping themselves in them, went back into the bedroom. There was a knock on the door and Fliss stuck her head in, "Sorry, just wanted to say we're outside on the patio when you're ready." Fiona acknowledged her and they dressed quickly, Matt putting on shorts and a polo shirt, Fiona a sun dress with no bra, but a pair of panties much to Matt's disappointment.
Miguel and Fliss were sitting out on the patio sipping Cava, which they offered to Matt and Fiona. Matt would have preferred a beer, but decided to be polite and accepted. It was very pleasant and he found it slipping down very well. "I must apologise," started Miguel, "but it seems that I have to go to Madrid for a day or so, and I won't be around for all of your visit. I've got an early flight tomorrow, so this evening will be my last for a while." They reassured him that they understood, but it was obvious that he felt embarrassed. "Let's all go out to dinner tonight, my treat as a peace offering."
Matt tried to protest but he would not have it, and so a bit later they all set out, walking the short distance to a local restaurant. Miguel and Fliss were clearly well known there, being greeted like returning family and having introduced Matt and Fiona they all sat down to a delightful meal with plenty of local wine. Over Matt's protests, Miguel insisted on paying and they all wandered back to the villa, both couples arm in arm. Matt's hand kept creeping up around Fiona's waist, brushing on the side of her breast, but she made no move to stop him.
Back at the villa, Fliss suggested a nightcap, Miguel declined, but the others all chose a brandy and sat round on the patio in the warm evening finishing off the day. It seemed a long way from dull England and both Matt and Fiona found themselves relaxing completely.
"I'm sorry," apologised Miguel, "but as I said I have an early flight and need to get some sleep. I'll be gone by the time you get up in the morning so I'll bid you farewell now, and will hopefully see you when I get back." With that he took his leave. Fliss looked a bit awkward.
"Go on, Fliss," encouraged Fiona, "don't stay up on our behalf, we'll just finish these and turn in ourselves. Go and join your husband." Fliss looked relieved and stood, hugging and kissing them both goodnight.
"This really is lovely isn't it?" commented Fiona, as they sat under a spangled sky, the stars shining brightly, the moon hidden behind a few clouds. "I can't wait to get in that pool tomorrow, it looks so lovely." Matt looked over at it, the underwater lights were on and it radiated a blue luminescence. He realised that it was an infinity pool, the far edge seemingly ending in space against the distant sea.
"Well we could always have a dip now. I'm sure they wouldn't mind. 'Mi casa es tu casa', wasn't it? Come on, let's have a midnight dip, it's warm enough."
"I can't be bothered going and getting my cossie on," said Fiona.
"Who said anything about a cossie?" replied Matt, lifting one eyebrow.
"We can't. Not skinny dipping."
"Why not?" said Matt standing up and pulling Fiona up with him. He pulled her tight against his body and kissed her tenderly. "It's all private here, Fliss and Miguel are in bed and no-one overlooks us." Before Fiona realised what was happening he had unzipped her dress and was easing her out of it, her breasts tumbling free as it pooled round her feet. Matt tugged his shirt over his head and shucked off his shorts, standing there on just his briefs, hooking his thumbs in the waistband. "On the count of three, one, two, three!"
Both slipped their underwear off at the same time and stood there naked, before holding hands and walking to the pool. They sat on the edge, their legs in the water and as one slipped into the cool water, swimming down the length of the pool to the far end where they rested looking back at the house, all dark upstairs and just a few lights on in the lounge.
They hung in the water, arms resting on the edge, turning to face the sea, looking at the distant lights, then swum back to the house side. Matt hoisted Fiona out of the water, setting her on the pool edge, then eased her legs apart opening up her pussy to which he lowered his mouth, placing a kiss on it, then sensuously licking along its length as Fiona settled back on her elbows. Matt planted a series of kisses on her labia, ending up on her clit, teasing it with his tongue as he looked up at her. He could see her breasts sitting on her chest, her nipples puckered in the air, her bottom lip held between her teeth as he slid a couple of fingers inside her pussy, hearing a low moan escape her lips.
In one swift motion he hauled himself out, seeing Fiona's eyes lock onto his stiff prick as he stood above her and helped her to a standing position. He led her over to one of the sun loungers and lay back on it, his cock standing erect above him. She threw one leg over him and straddled his hips, her knees on the lounger and holding his cock in her hand guided it into her pussy. It felt so warm against the cool water they had been in, and Matt looked up at her as she began to undulate her hips on top of him, feeling his cock slide in and out of her tunnel.
The moon broke through and bathed them in its gentle glow, highlighting her breasts with their dark puckered nipples. Matt reached up for them and cupped them, just brushing her nipples with his thumbs, caressing her soft pliant skin. Fiona leaned forwards, until their chests were together and their lips met, then back up again, throwing her head back and pushing her breasts out as her hips drove him in and out of her.
Wrapped up in each other, neither saw the figure on the balcony, one hand between her legs, the other clasping a breast, nor the larger figure that emerged from the shadows and bent her forward against the rail, their bodies merging as he hammered into her from behind.
Matt could feel his arousal growing and Fiona's increasing pace and her held her hips, lifting her up, then pulling her down, thrusting his cock up inside her. Both were breathing heavily now, air rasping through lips and noses, their bodies urging them on, their passion increasing with each thrust. Faster Fiona's hips rolled until she threw her head right back and Matt could feel her pussy clamping down hard on his cock. With a final thrust inside her he came, thick ropes of cum spewing out of him spraying her insides.
There was similar outcome on the balcony, Miguel ramming his cock into Fliss' pussy until they both came, eyes locked on the scene developing below. Silently he pulled out of her and they drifted back into their bedroom, closing the sliding glass doors behind them.
Matt and Fiona picked up their clothing and returned inside, closing the doors behind them, then tip-toed naked upstairs to their bedroom, falling into bed, arms round each other, allowing sleep to overtake them.
They slept well after the long previous day and woke up with the sun bright behind the curtains. "What's the time?" asked Matt sleepily.
"Don't care," replied Fiona, "as long as I get what I want." With that she reached over and found Matt's penis, already hard, which she began to stroke, pulling him across the bed close up beside her. Matt bent his head and took a nipple in his lips as his hand slipped between her legs, exploring with one finger. He found her pussy, warm and moist and eased his way inside. He teased her clit and still nibbling away at her nipple, eased his body over hers and between her legs.She guided him to her entrance and he nudged up against it, pressing gently against her, slowly feeling his way inside. She wasn't fully wet, but moist enough to allow gentle passage and gradually his cock slid inside her. "Didn't you get enough yesterday?" He enquired as he began to move unhurriedly in and out.
"I can never get enough, you know that, now just make love to me." They started to move together, finding their rhythm, familiarity taking over as they brought each other slowly but surely to a climax. Matt felt Fiona's pussy tighten and he leaned back and thrust into her, his cum filling her as he pushed deep inside her, she pulled him tight into her body and kissed him as his deflating cock slipped out of her and he rolled away. "You go and have a shower," he suggested, "and I'll go and find some tea or coffee."
They rolled out of bed and Matt pulled on a pair of elasticated lounge shorts and went in search of the kitchen. He could hear the rattle of crockery and followed the sound, emerging into a big kitchen with a central island. Fliss was in there, looking busy, dressed in a light robe. She greeted him with a hug and a kiss, her breasts pressing against his bare chest and offered him some coffee.
"Thanks, just what I was looking for, I'll take them back to our room if I may, Fiona's still in the shower." Fliss reached up to a cupboard for some mugs, and as she did so her robe fell open and Matt could see the whole of her breast, topped by a large nipple. His cock twitched in his shorts as she took the mugs out and her breast disappeared once more. She crossed to the coffee machine and as she passed the floor to ceiling glass windows he found he could see through her robe, the outline of her legs quite clear. Despite himself he twitched again and he wondered what, if anything she had on underneath.
"I thought we'd spend the day round the pool, if that suits you?" she suggested, seemingly oblivious to the effect she was having on Matt, "so when you're ready just come down in your swimming costumes and we'll have some breakfast outside." Matt thanked her and took the two steaming cups of coffee back upstairs where Fiona was just emerging from the bathroom wrapped in a towel. He debated telling her about seeing her sister's boob, but decided on balance that was best kept to himself.
"Not showering?" she enquired. He explained what Fliss had proposed for the day and said he'd shower in the evening. "Probably a good idea," she agreed as she dropped the towel and went in search of her bikini. Matt sat and admired her naked form as she rummaged in a drawer, her breasts proud on her chest, her pert bum on display. She looked up at him and saw him watching her. "Pervert!" she accused as she slipped her bikini on. Matt found a pair of swim shorts and changed, then decided to put a tee shirt on while they ate.
Fliss had set breakfast on the patio, still in her robe, more tightly belted Matt noticed, although her nipples were poking hard into the material. She prepared some toast, drizzled in olive oil and garlic, topped with tomatoes, a very traditional Spanish breakfast she informed them, and there were also plenty of pastries and more coffee and juice.
Finished, they cleared away and Fliss disappeared to get changed as Matt and Fiona settled themselves by the pool, liberally coating themselves with sun cream. Fliss appeared just as they were finishing, "Ah, very sensible," she commented, "be a Darling and do my back Matt will you, as you're holding the bottle." She turned away from him and slipped off her robe revealing a white bikini which contrasted nicely with her tan. Matt slurped some cream in his hand and rubbed it over her back and under her bra strap, noting that there didn't seem to be any tan lines visible.
They settled down, Matt and Fiona relishing the feel of the sun on their bodies and Matt found himself dozing off. He was woken by a splash and saw that both women had jumped into the pool and were swimming around. They settled up against a wall and were chatting away as they cooled off in the water. Matt was tempted to join them, but the warmth of the sun was just too comfortable. He watched as they made their way to the steps and climbed out, Fiona first, water cascading from her body. Fliss followed and Matt could quite clearly see her nipples dark through the now semi-transparent top. He was brought back to reality by Fiona's voice, "I'm sure he won't mind, will you Matt?"
"Sorry?" he apologised.
"We were just saying how uncomfortable it is to have wet material round our boobs and Fliss has suggested that we take our tops off. I was saying that I'm sure you won't mind." With that she unsnapped her bra and slid it off, releasing her breasts, her nipples puckered from the cool water. His eyes switched to Fliss and saw her reach behind her, her eyes seemingly locked on his as her top dropped to the floor.
Matt's eyes swept from one sister to the other and back, noting how similar in shape their breasts were, Fiona's slightly bigger, but Fliss' nipples much bigger and more prominent. Fiona reached for the sun cream and massaged some cream into her breasts, the pliant flesh moulding under her hand. She handed the bottle to Fliss who followed suit, although her breasts were already an even tan with her body.
"If you need any help..." Matt offered hopefully.
"No, it's alright Matt," replied Fiona, "we can manage thank you. Anyway we wouldn't want to add to your discomfort." Her eyes pointedly dropped to his shorts which were plainly struggling to contain his growing penis. He looked down and saw the bulge realising at the same time that Fliss was also looking at him.
"Don't worry about it," said Fliss, "Miguel gets stiffies all the time. I'm used to it. If it gets too uncomfortable just get in the water or sort it out. If you need any help I'm sure we can oblige." She added impishly. Matt settled his cock a little more comfortably and sheepishly lay back on the lounger, desperately willing his erection away.
"Trust you," whispered Fiona, "flashing your bits at my sister!"
Matt managed to find some relief from his problem and was getting used to the sight of two pairs of delectable breasts, when lunch intervened. To his dismay and delight, neither woman covered up for the meal, and he found himself staring at the wobbling flesh as they ate. "And now for the greatest of all Spanish traditions," announced Fliss as they finished, "siesta time! It'll give Fiona an opportunity to sort you out properly as well Matt!" she joked as Matt blushed.
They headed upstairs, Matt manfully trying to conceal the bulge in his shorts as they headed for their bedrooms. They went into their room and shut the door. Fiona went straight to the bed and sat down on the edge, beckoning Matt over, then yanked his shorts down allowing his cock to spring up. Immediately she took him into her mouth, sucking him deep inside her until he could feel his cock pressing against her throat. She grasped the base of his cock with one hand and his buttock with the other as she began to slide him in and out.
"Mmm," she managed, her mouth still full, "I've been wanting to do this all morning." Matt looked down at her, seeing her lips tight round his cock, her eyes looking up at him and knew that he would not last long if she continued. He pulled away from her and lifted her up, then turning her away from him bent her forwards over the bed until she was resting her weight on her forearms. He slid her bikini bottoms down and off, spreading her legs, then sank down, burying his face in her crease, licking and kissing her anus and pussy, tasting her muskiness as her pussy started to leak.
Standing he eased forward with his cock, sliding it up and down between her cheeks, spreading the lubrication from her pussy over her arse, the pushed the end of his cock against her puckered hole. He felt her tense and her hand reached between her legs to grasp his cock and guide it downwards towards her pussy. A little disappointed, he pushed inside her, feeling the tightness as her walls expanded to take him, relishing the velvety sensation on his cock as he slipped deep inside her warm pussy.
He began to pump in and out of her, seeing her arse contract with each thrust, her breasts hanging below her swinging back and forth as he held her hips, pulling him deep inside then pushing her away from him. Her hand was frigging her clit and her body was slowly collapsing onto the bed, her face now pressed against the mattress, her backside tilted high in the air.
Matt could hear her gasping as each thrust rammed into her, could feel his cock pushing against her cervix as his orgasm started to build inside him, and he took one hand away, wetting his forefinger in his mouth, then pressed it against her arsehole, easing it in, past the initial resistance until it was buried down to the second knuckle. Suddenly he felt her muscles contract around it and at the same time her pussy pulsed, tightening round his cock as she drew in a huge gulp of air, then slowly let it out, hissing between her teeth.
He could feel his cum rising through him, and he thrust one more time deep inside her, feeling it spurt out time after time, filling her up. They collapsed forward onto the bed, his cock slipping from her pussy as her spooned up behind her, his deflating cock pressing up against her backside and she grabbed his arm and pulled it round her, drawing his hand to her breast which he lovingly cupped. "I like siesta," she mumbled as Matt drew the covers over them and they snuggled together, sleep gradually overtaking them.
Matt was woken up by someone gently shaking his shoulder. He looked up, blinking, and saw Fliss standing beside the bed, dressed in her robe, holding two glasses of juice. "Thought you might like these." She offered them forwards as Matt sat up, conscious of his nakedness under the covers. "You shouldn't sleep too long for siesta or you'll never sleep tonight." Matt's eyes focussed and were dragged down to Fliss' nipples which were sticking out quite prominently. He took the glasses as Fiona sat up, her breasts rising out of the covers. She pulled the sheet up to cover them and smiled gratefully at her sister. "I'll be out by the pool when you're ready." With a pointed look at the two swimming costumes on the floor beside the bed, she turned and left. Matt and Fiona finished their juice and got up, going into the bathroom to freshen up before returning to put on their costumes again and walked out onto the patio, holding hands. Fliss was reclining on the lounger, still in her robe.
"Ah, there you are," said Fliss, "feel better after that do you?" She looked down at their cossies and added, "I'm surprised you bothered to put those back on, I didn't. See!" and with that she stood up, allowing her robe to fall from her shoulders revealing her to be totally naked. Matt couldn't help but stare at her, he'd only just got used to seeing her breasts, now there she was flashing her pussy at him.
It was quite a nice pussy, he thought, her inner lips were larger than Fiona's neat labia, and her clit was much more prominent, all highlighted by the lack of any pubic hair whatsoever. "Don't look so surprised Matt," she said, "it's quite secluded here and Miguel and I rarely wear any clothes around the pool. Feel free to join me, we're all family after all."
Matt looked at Fiona who seemed equally surprised, but she shrugged at him and sliding her fingers into her waistband, slid her bottoms down. "When in Rome....." Despite his earlier orgasm, Matt was hard as rock again, and he wondered how that would go down with the two sisters. Nevertheless he took slipped his shorts down, struggling to get them over his erection and stood waiting for a reaction.
"Nice cock Matt," exclaimed Fliss, "no wonder Fiona had a smile on her face when I woke you up earlier. Remember what I said about it earlier, if it gets too much just get yourself off or get Fiona to do it for you. If she won't then I will." She added coquettishly.
"Hands off, Fliss, he's mine. You stole enough of my boyfriends when we were young, and anyway you've got one of your own now."
"Yes but he's not here and I'm getting tired of using these." She lifted her hand and waggled her fingers in the air.
"You're incorrigible Fliss, a nymphomaniac then, and now by the sound of it."
They settled on the loungers, re-applying their sun cream, taking care over their newly exposed parts, Matt self-consciously stroking his cock to rub the cream in, then lay back, trying to ignore the two naked women lying beside him. At first he lay on his back, but the sight of his cock sticking straight up in the air looked too obvious, so he rolled onto his side, but that only brought their bodies into view, so huffing and puffing he rolled the other way.
"For God's sake Matt, settle down will you," complained Fiona, "if it won't go down either go indoors or get in the water." The latter sounded a good idea, but Matt couldn't face the walk to the pool with his cock sticking out like a signpost.
"Give him a break, Fi, he'll get used to it eventually, but why don't you help him out this time. I don't mind, really." Fiona huffed and puffed herself, but got up and sat on the edge of Matt's sun bed as he rolled onto his back once more. She took hold of his cock and started to stroke it, running her hand along its length as Matt lay back and relaxed. He knew that she'd be wanting more and he wondered what Fliss' reaction would be if she straddled him and put it in her pussy.
He closed his eyes and allowed that thought to gain traction, seeing her in his mind's eye. He glanced over to Fliss and saw that she was actually watching intently, her hand seemingly between her legs, moving gently. The thought of her masturbating beside him, sent a surge through him and his climax burst upon him, his cock spurting all over Fiona, covering her breasts and stomach, missing him completely.
"Typical," grimaced Fiona, "leaving me with all the mess to clear up!" She wiped her hand on his stomach and returned to her bed to clean herself off with her towel, then settled back down.
"Missed a bit," said Fliss, reaching over to her sister's breast and scooping up a splash of cum with her finger, then impishly cleaning off her finger in her mouth, smacking her lips. "Mmm, nice."
They lay in the sun for another hour or so, Matt relieved that his erection didn't return, well not fully anyway, managing to control his semi-chub with a few visits to the pool. They retreated indoors to shower and get ready for dinner, Fliss announcing that she would prepare something rather than go out again.
They ate on the patio, the evening beautifully warm. Both women wore sundresses, he knew that Fiona didn't have a bra on, and from what he could detect, neither did Fliss. In some way that was even more sexy that seeing them both naked, envisioning their breasts and nipples so tantalisingly out of sight. Unobtrusively he settled his cock more comfortably in his shorts.
Finished they cleared up, then took some drinks to the cube furniture by the pool, Matt and Fiona settling on the settee, Fliss, tucking her legs up under her on one of the chairs. They could see the lights down in the town on the coast, making a truly magical view. Matt bent his head and gave Fiona a kiss, their lips lingering on each other.
"Hey, that's not fair," complained Fliss, "I haven't got anyone to cuddle up to and kiss me!"
"Come on over here, then Fliss," answered Fiona, "you can share him with me this evening, just a cuddle mind!"
Fliss jumped off the chair and settled in beside Matt, her body close to his, her arm across his chest. Matt could feel the warmth radiating from them and the feel of their bodies so close to him started a flow of blood to his cock which started to strain in his shorts. He had an arm round each of them and he allowed the fingers of the hand round Fiona to track down to her breast, finding the hard lump that was her nipple and tracing round it. She shivered and pushed his hand away, but he persisted and replaced it, pressing into the soft flesh of her breast.
"Remember when we were kids, Fi," started Fliss, "sitting up in each other's bed, talking about what it would be like to be married. Who would have thought we'd end up sitting here together like this."
"As I recall it, you were more interested in sex than marriage, wondering what it would be like, talking incessantly about boys, which of your friends had done it, which would never do it and which boys you fancied."
"Well I was older than you, and a girl's got to be allowed to dream. On that note I think I'll go to bed and..." she wiggled her fingers. "Unless you have any plans on skinny dipping tonight?"
"You saw us?"
"Sure did. Nearly came and joined you, but Miguel distracted me. From behind." She added. With that they rose and hugging and kissing bade each other goodnight, departing to their bedrooms.
Matt stripped off his clothes and got straight into bed as Fiona went into the bathroom, emerging a few minutes later still fully dressed. She grasped the hem of her dress and pulled it up over her head, her breasts bouncing on her chest as they fell free. She carefully laid it over a chair then slipped out of her panties, walking over to Matt's side of the bed. "That was most unfair of you, playing with my tits when I couldn't do the same to you. For that you can give me a special treat tonight."
She put one knee on the bed and swung the other one over Matt's chest, sitting astride him, her pussy lips parting in front of his eyes, then she raised herself up over his face. "Now lick me 'til I cum!" she commanded. Matt needed no second invitation, lifting his head until his mouth pressed against her lips, his tongue parting the soft folds, sliding along her slit, tasting her juices as they flowed from her. He found her clit and flicked at it with his tongue, then back down until his probing tongue pushed into her pussy.
His hands grabbed her buttocks, pulling him tighter into her as she rubbed against him, coating his face in her secretions. He could see her breasts jutting from her chest, her nipples hard and dark against her pale skin. Back and forth his tongue travelled, pushing hard against her, each pass reaching her clit, lingering sometimes, others just flicking at it in passing.
One finger eased into her crease, finding her anus and pressing against it, just the tip teasing inside as her movements started to become more urgent, her hands now grasping his head, pulling him against her as her hips rocked forward and back. Her hands left his head, one now clasping her breast, squeezing and pinching at her nipple as the other braced herself against the wall. Her breathing was now becoming ragged, her hips ever more frantic until with a shudder his mouth was suddenly flooded as she came, her body convulsing as wave after wave swept through her until she fell away from him, collapsing on the bed beside him.
Matt rolled on top of her, his knees opening her legs, his cock pushing against the junction of her legs, finding her sopping pussy and with one push he slid easily in. She gasped at the sudden invasion, her pussy stretching to accommodate his girth as he started to thrust hard and fast into her, no pretence at subtlety, just raw animalistic fucking, she clawed at his back, his hair, pulling his mouth hard against hers, their tongues fighting as he ground his cock into her writhing body.
"Yes Matt," she cried out, "fuck me, fuck me hard. Make me cum again. Oh Fuuuuck!"
He could feel her pussy clamping down on him as she came and he reached down to her buttocks to pull himself harder into her, a finger forcing its way into her arse once more as she cried out his name, imploring him to fuck her harder. With a rush Matt came, his orgasm rising swiftly in his body, his cock spewing out its spunk deep inside her, crashing powerfully into her cervix.One final deep thrust and he rolled away, his cock leaving her pussy, his cum flooding out of her, trickling down between her legs onto the bed below. They lay there, arms round each other's shoulders, their chests heaving, fighting for breath as the sweat dried on their skin. Gently Matt pulled the covers up over them and they turned to each other and in each other's arms they went to sleep.
When Matt woke he knew it was late, he could hear rattling noises coming from downstairs and realised that Fliss was already up. He looked over at Fiona, asleep on her front, and he ran a hand down her back and over her bum. She stirred and opened her eyes, smiling at him as she came to. She turned towards him and reached down to grab his morning wood, sliding her hand up and down it, gently rubbing her palm over the crown. Matt cupped her breast, then bent forward and sucked her nipple into his mouth, feeling it harden. He rolled over onto his back, Fiona changing her grip as she continued to rub him.
She slid down the bed and he felt her hair surround his crotch, then his cock was enveloped in her warm, wet mouth. He could feel her hand cup his balls, gently moulding them in her hand. She pulled the covers right back and swung a leg over his thighs, her grip on his cock never leaving it as she continued to stroke him. It looked to Matt almost as though she had her own cock and was masturbating that, her breasts jiggling nicely on her chest.
There was a light knock on the door and it opened, Fliss' head poking through. "I've brought you some coffee, oh, sorry, I didn't realise...I'll just put them down here." She entered fully, carrying a tray with three mugs on it, and lifted two of them to the bedside table.
"Three mugs?" questioned Fiona, still stroking Matt's cock.
"Well I thought I might join you this morning..." her voice tailed away and they could see her eyes feasting on the sight in front of her, then added, "...actually, do you mind if I do stay?"
"Mi casa es tu casa." Said Fiona, indicating one of the armchairs in the room. Fliss took her mug and settled into one of the chairs, slumped back slightly, her legs apart. Matt saw that her free hand had trailed down between her legs and was resting in her crotch as she turned his attention back to his wife.
Movement caught his eye, Fliss had lifted her mug to her lips, but was not actually drinking, the hand between her legs now slowly stroking herself through the folds of her robe. It had slipped open and Matt could see the whole of one tanned inner thigh. She put the mug down and slipped a hand inside her robe, cupping her breast, her fingers rolling her hard nipple between them.
"Hey, eyes front mister!" admonished Fiona, and Matt looked back at her seeing her lift herself up a little higher and guide his cock to the entrance to her pussy. Surely she wasn't going to fuck him in front of her sister, he thought, but before the thought had finished she lowered herself down, impaling her pussy on his erect cock. He saw his cock disappear inside her, seeing her lips part as she slid in, feeling that familiar warmth inside her velvety tunnel.
There was a gasp from Fliss, whose eyes were glued to the joining of their bodies, her hand now openly rubbing herself through her robe, pushing in to her pussy, her lips clearly defined through the light material. As Matt watched she tugged at her belt and it fell away, her robe parting revealing her breasts sitting on her chest and her pussy exposed, partially covered by the hand that was now rubbing small circles around her labia. Fiona saw the direction of Matt's eyes and followed them, a smile breaking out on her face as she too watched her sister watch them.
Matt didn't quite know where to look, at his wife or his sister-in-law, both equally stimulating. He felt Fiona squeeze him with her pussy and looked up at her, feeling her start to undulate her hips in earnest, sliding his cock in and out of her, focussing on managing their arousal, leaving Fliss to manage hers. Despite himself Matt's eyes were dragged back to the armchair watching as Fliss pushed two fingers inside her pink pussy, sensing how wet she was, seeing them slip in easily. Her palm was pressing on her clit, the other still massaging her breasts, and he could hear that her breathing was getting quicker, air rasping through her nostrils.
Faster and faster strummed her hand, then he saw her back arching and her body lifting out of the chair as with a shrill cry her orgasm burst upon her, her body wracked with convulsions as she managed the waves of ecstasy running through her. Fiona was intent on her sister now, watching her cum, then her attention switched back to themselves, her hips moving with increased tempo. Matt saw her hand descend to her clit, rubbing at that little bud, a look of concentration on her face. He felt the bed dip on one side and saw that Fliss had joined them now, kneeling beside them, one hand reaching behind Fiona's backside, grabbing hold of the base of Matt's cock as it slid in and out of her pussy, the other cupping one of Fiona's breasts. Her saw her bring her mouth to a nipple and suck it in, teasing it with her lips teeth and tongue.
He could feel his arousal building inside him, growing with each thrust, then suddenly it was rushing through him, bursting out as his cock pulsed inside his wife, spewing its thick cum up into her waiting pussy. She gasped, drawing a huge gup of air, then letting her breath back out in a long sibilant hiss, and he could feel her pussy tightening around him
She collapsed onto his chest, her breasts pressed against him as he put his arms round her and pulled her tight to him. She eased herself free from him and rolled off next to him, her eyes shut as she snuggled into his side. To his surprise he felt a hand clasp his still erect cock and stroke it, then lips encircle it as it was drawn into Fliss' mouth. He felt her slide her lips along it, cleaning it, then she too snuggled into his side.
Both women reached out over his chest and clasped hands as Matt pulled the light covers over them, relishing the feel of two naked women pressing up against him in bed. Fliss stirred, "That coffee must be cold by now, I'll go and make some more." She slid out of bed and slipped her robe back on, leaving Matt and Fiona cuddled up together.
"That was a bit unexpected," commented Fiona,
"Nice though," replied Matt
"Just don't go getting any ideas though, remember you're mine!"
Fliss reappeared with some fresh coffee and they sat up. Fliss looked at them, then shrugged off her robe and joined them back in bed, all three sitting side by side.
"I thought you might be in need of some wake up juice after last night,"
"Sorry, were we a bit loud?" asked Matt innocently.
"Just a tad, but don't worry, I found it most stimulating. I've had a message from Miguel," said Fliss, "he's sorry, but he doesn't think he'll be home today, so why don't we just laze around the pool again?" Both Matt and Fliss agreed with that idea and so they got up, showered and dressed for breakfast, then straight out to the pool, stripping off their clothes. Matt felt a momentary twinge in his cock when he saw Fliss' naked body, but he managed to control his erection.
Surprisingly for him, he found he was almost becoming inured to the nakedness around him, only once during the morning did his cock spring to life, when Fliss inadvertently bent over directly in front of him, her arsehole and pussy suddenly appearing before his eyes. When she realised what she had done she apologised and grinning at his predicament lay back down. Matt retreated to the pool, finding that the cool water soon had him back to a more normal state.
They covered up for lunch, finding that seemed more appropriate, and then retreated to the cool of their bedrooms for siesta. Matt and Fiona undressed and got into bed, Fiona cuddling up to him, her hand curling round his cock. "I'm proud of you this morning," she said, "just the one erection, or is it that we don't turn you on anymore?"
"Far from it," replied Matt, feeling himself grow in her hand, their lips meeting as his hand found her breast. Just then there was a snick as their door opened and they looked up to see Fliss beside the bed, naked.
"Sorry," she said, "but my bed is so lonely, do you mind if I join you?" With an inward groan, Matt lifted up the covers by way of agreement as Fiona turned away from him, spooning back into him, her backside tantalisingly soft against his hard cock. Fliss cuddled up to Matt's back as her arm came round his body. "That's better," she mumbled as they slowly drifted off to sleep.
Matt woke up, his cock hard again, still nuzzled up against a soft backside, his hand cupping a breast, but as he began to rock against her, he realised that it was not Fiona he was cuddling but Fliss. Quietly he backed away, seeing her stir briefly before her breathing returned to a soft rhythm. He rolled over and slipped his hand down to caress his wife's soft backside, sliding his fingers down her crease to find her warm folds. He allowed his fingers to trace along them, gently parting them, then finding her pussy slid a finger in.
Fiona stirred, her eyes blinking open as she turned towards him, her hand once more finding his cock and stroking it. Her eyes looked over his shoulder and saw Fliss in the bed beside them and instinctively pulled her hand away, as Matt caught it and replaced it, "She's asleep," he whispered easing her hand back and forth over his erection.
A little reluctantly Fiona resumed her stroking as Matt rolled onto his back and Fiona slipped a leg over his, pressing her pussy down on his thigh. He lay back and closed his eyes, allowing the pleasant sensation to wash over him as Fiona's expert manipulation of his cock continued. He felt the covers pulled back, then a strange sensation on him. He opened his eyes and saw that he now had two hands rubbing him, one from each side as Fliss had now woken up and joined her sister's stroking.
Anxiously he turned to look at Fiona and saw to his relief that she was smiling across at Fliss, "This is becoming a bit of a habit," she murmured, "I'll be glad when Miguel is home!"
"Not half as glad as I'll be," replied Fliss.
Matt lay back once more and revelled in the sensation, wondering if he was just going to get a hand job. His imagination started to wander, seeing Fliss' pussy in his mind's eye, seeing her impale herself on his cock as he thrust inside her and with a sudden lurch his cock exploded, spraying his cum high in the air, spattering down on his stomach and chest as the two sisters milked him dry.
With wicked grins they wiped their hands on his chest, then rolled out of bed. "We'll leave you to clean up, see you outside shortly." Matt watched as two shapely backsides sauntered out of the door, leaving him covered in his own sticky goo. Grumbling to himself he went into the bathroom to wash the evidence of his enjoyment away, then he re-joined them around the pool, and they settled down for the rest of the afternoon.
"So this is what you get up to when I'm away!" came a deep voice from behind them. They all looked up to see Miguel standing there, dressed in a suit with an open necked shirt. Fliss shrieked and jumped up, dragging him into a tight hug, covering his face in kisses as Matt and Fiona looked on with faces like children caught with hands in the sweet jar. They started to apologise, but Miguel held up his hand.
"I was only joking," he started as his eyes swept appreciatively over Fiona's naked form," it is good to see that you have fallen so quickly into our way of life. Let me get this suit off and I'll come and join you."
He disappeared followed by Fliss and Matt turned to Fiona, "I wonder how long they'll be?"
"A good half an hour I would have thought," replied Fiona, settling back on her lounger. In the event they were wrong, he emerged not ten minutes later, naked, his cock swinging between his legs quite impressively. Matt knew that the size of a flaccid cock rarely bore any relation to its size when erect, but it did appear that Miguel was well endowed and he wondered how he would match up. Fiona too was staring and Matt felt a momentary pang of jealousy, quickly dispelled when she turned and smiled at him.
"I'm sorry to have surprised you like that, my meeting ended up unexpectedly quickly and I managed to catch a plane by the skin of my fingernails. Now let's celebrate my return with a drink shall we?"
Although Matt had become accustomed to the naked forms of the two women, he found it a little disconcerting to have another man present, but eventually he got used to that as well and the afternoon passed very comfortably. They ate late as was the Spanish custom, dressing for dinner and having cleared up, Fliss announced that she and Miguel were going to have another early night, "I've got some catching up to do," she informed them as she led Miguel away.
Matt and Fiona sat outside for a while, then went upstairs themselves. They couldn't help but notice that Fliss' bedroom door was not shut properly and their curiosity got the better of them, peering in as they passed. The bedside lamp was on and they could hear a soft grunting coming from inside. Miguel was on his knees, between Fliss' wide open legs, his hips thrusting hard, driving his cock into her. They could see no detail apart from Fliss' breasts oscillating on her chest, but they smiled at the happy reunion taking place and retired to their own bed for a similar reunion.
The next morning was spent lounging around the pool, all four of them naked and Matt and Fiona found that they had become totally comfortable with that way of life. Fliss seemingly couldn't get enough of Miguel and was constantly touching and caressing him, her hands often touching his cock, something that both Fiona and Matt found quite arousing but there was no sexual activity between any of them.
Over lunch Miguel announced that they had been invited to a party that evening, and that Matt and Fiona were very welcome to join them. "What sort of party?" asked Fiona, "What would I need to wear?"
Miguel and Fliss looked at each other. "Well actually it's a swingers' party, so nothing!" replied Fliss.
Matt and Fiona looked at each other. "We're not into that sort of thing," Matt stated, surprised that Miguel and Fliss were.
"Don't be shocked," responded Miguel, "it's nothing tawdry. There's a group of us, mostly friends who have formed a closed group where we meet occasionally to indulge in... well anything you want to really. Yes, some people will have sex with each other, both men and women, but there is no compulsion to. In fact many just have sex with their regular partner, whilst watching and being watched. It's very exclusive and discreet. From what Fliss has told me I think you'd enjoy it."
He explained that couples wore a wristband on entry, red meant that they only wanted sex with each other, yellow, that they were willing to engaging in touching and masturbation but not penetration. Green meant they were willing to have straight sex with anyone, and multi-coloured meant they were "up for anything" as Miguel put it.
"What colour do you wear?" asked Fiona.
Fliss looked at her, "It depends, but usually multi-coloured. Think about it, but if you are going to come, and I hope you do, be sure not to tire yourselves out too much during siesta! We'll be having a long snooze as it can go on all night sometimes."
They separated, Matt and Fiona promising to consider the idea. They slid into bed, facing each other and Matt asked, "Well, what do you think?"
"If it's all as nice as Miguel says, then I must admit I'm tempted, but just with a red band. Actually I got quite turned on seeing them last night, and when I knew they'd watched us that first night I got a bit wet thinking about it. What about you?"
"I'm the same as you, I quite like the idea, and over here no-one would know us. If we didn't like what was going on we could always get a taxi home I suppose."
"OK, let's go then!" They snuggled down and Matt reached out for Fiona's breast, but she pushed his hand away. "Remember, we mustn't tire ourselves out. You'll have to wait for tonight!"
Miguel and Fliss were delighted when they told them they'd go, and Fliss reassured her sister that it really wasn't at all seedy. There were condoms available if required, and the house hosting the event was really lovely. They managed to relax for a while and ate some dinner, then changed to go out.
Miguel had ordered a taxi and they all got in, Matt squeezed between the two women. It wasn't a long drive and they pulled up outside a lovely villa, very similar to Fliss and Miguel's with quite a few cars already parked outside. They went in and were greeted by a distinguished looking gentleman, dressed in a white dinner jacket and bow tie, who greeted them in Spanish. Miguel spoke to him for a while, then he switched to English. "Welcome," he said, "I hope you enjoy your evening." He directed them to a small room and they went in, Miguel handing them each a plastic box.
"This is for your clothes and any jewellery that you don't want to wear. It's perfectly secure." Matt noticed several piles of boxes already stacked up.
"Does he own the house?" asked Matt
"No, it's actually an Airbnb, it's hired for the night and we have a clean-up crew come in and sort everything out afterwards." They stripped off their clothes and Miguel guided them to a basket filled with coloured wristbands. Matt and Fiona picked out red bands, Fliss, after a moment's hesitation a green band. "You can always change your mind afterwards. But be careful, no wristband is one step further than multi-coloured." Matt couldn't quite envision what was one step further than "up for anything".
On a table was a selection of Venetian masks, some quite ornate, others plain, and Fliss indicated that they should choose one and wear it. "We pretend it gives us anonymity, but in reality we pretty much all know each other." They pulled their masks on and left through another door which opened out into a large lounge, filled with about twenty masked people, all otherwise naked, a whole variety of shapes, sizes and ages. Some were standing talking to each other in groups, other sitting in chairs. Most Matt saw were wearing green wristbands, although there was a smattering of all the other colours. Many of the women still wore jewellery, diamond necklaces and rings sparkling. There was a bar full of various drinks, and they wandered over to it, Matt feeling as though he needed some Dutch Courage, chose a scotch, Miguel joined him and the two women had Cava.
They were approached by another couple who greeted them in English, kissing both Miguel and Fliss on the cheeks. They were introduced as Maria and James and they shook hands with Matt and Fliss, Matt marvelling at the formality, when in a few minutes they could be fucking. They enquired as to whether they were enjoying their holiday, making small talk as at any other party. Maria was quite striking, very pert breasts and a very narrow landing strip of hair between her legs. Most noticeable were her nipples though, pointing slightly upwards, they must have been nearly an inch long. He found it difficult not to stare and despite himself, his cock twitched.
He leaned towards Miguel, "What is the etiquette if you get an erection?" he whispered.
"Unlike nudist beaches it's not frowned on here, in fact it's treated as a bit of a compliment. I take it the lovely Maria has piqued your interest. Such lovely breasts and I can assure you, she has a delectable pussy. Are you sure you don't want to change your wristband?" Matt shook his head, albeit wondering if he should, and if he did what Fiona would think about it.
Maria and James moved away and Miguel led them towards broad staircase. "Let's have a look upstairs and see what's going on." They climbed the stairs, Matt very conscious that his face was mere feet away from Fliss' naked backside, he could see her pussy lips move as she lifted first one foot then the other. His cock began to fill with blood and he wondered how long he'd be able to remain unobtrusively flaccid.
The landing upstairs was as large as the entrance hall, some eight doors leading off it, mostly open. They peered in the first one. A woman was in the middle of a bed, riding a man, his cock deeply embedded in her pussy, her hips rolling as she guided him in and out. Matt could see her breasts bouncing, dark nipples covering most of the end of her breasts. She ignored them, focussing on the task in hand as they moved on to the next doorway.
There was quite a crowd in there, standing around a bed watching. Centre of attention was a woman on her back, a man kneeling between her legs, holding them open as his cock plunged in and out of her. Beside her head on each side were two other men, she had a cock in each hand and was alternately sucking on them. She looked vaguely familiar to Matt, but he had no clue as to her identity. "Local TV newsreader," murmured Miguel, "hence the crowd." Matt recognised the face then, having seen her on the TV, a "butter wouldn't melt in my mouth" expression permanently evident. They watched for a while as the man between her legs grunted and thrust deep inside her, clearly cumming. He pulled his cock out followed by a dribble of spunk and moved to one side, his place immediately taken by another man.
The scene was much the same in the other rooms, one of the closed doors opened and a naked woman came out, not bothering to close the door. Inside they could see a woman sitting on a toilet, her mouth full of a man's cock, sucking him deep into her mouth as he mauled at her breasts. Matt's cock was fully erect now, and he noted that Miguel too had a semi erection, while Fiona and her sister merely seemed mildly interested in what was going on.
They turned back and peered in the room before the stairs, seeing a mass of bodies writhing on a large bed, there must have been six or eight people of both sexes, everyone seemingly attached to another body in some way, a cock in a mouth, or in a pussy, fingers in pussies, mouths licking them.
"Let's go back down," suggested Miguel, "I have something interesting to show you." He led them to a closed door, it had no handle and was unmarked. Miguel turned to an electronic key pad and keyed in a series of numbers, there was a loud click and the door unlocked. Miguel pushed it open and guided the two women then Matt in, the door closing with a solid clunk behind them. If the rest of the villa was well furnished then this was palatial. In the centre of the room was a large bed, currently occupied by three people. Surrounding it on three sides were three sofas, around the room beautiful sideboards laden with expensive looking drinks and canapes. Scattered around the edges were a few other couples, sitting close together, some looking at the bed, others deeply involved with a partner. Matt could see a cock in a mouth and in one corner a woman astride the lap of a man, both facing the bed, his cock slowly sliding in and out of her gaping pussy.
"Wow!" he mouthed, "Who do you have to be to get in here?"
"Family," replied Fliss, "actually Miguel owns the villa, and that is his sister." She indicated to the woman on the bed, who was kneeling astride a man, his cock embedded in her as she sucked on another cock. Miguel guided the two women to a sofa each, then led Matt to one of the sideboards, pouring a glass of champagne for each of their wives, real champagne Matt noticed, not Cava, and a single malt scotch for each pf them.
"You own this?" he asked Miguel as they returned.
"An investment, that also has other more interesting uses, such as tonight," he replied. Matt went to sit down next to Fiona but Miguel guided him to Fliss' sofa, sitting down next to Fiona himself. Both women took their drinks, their eyes fixed on the scene on the bed. Matt was a little surprised when Fliss tucked into his side and he looked nervously over to Fiona, who had Miguel's arm around her shoulder, his hand dangling perilously close to her breasts, still engrossed in the action in front of her.
Matt turned back to focus on the bed himself, seeing the man at her head move behind her, and holding his cock firmly in his hand push it into her pussy. Both men matched their rhythm, two cocks forcing their way inside her at the same time.
"I don't know how she does that," murmured Fliss, "one's usually enough for me, particularly if it's a nice big one like this." Matt felt her hand close round his erection, stroking him, and despite himself he relished the feel of another woman's hand on him. He looked over at Fiona and saw she actually had her eyes shut, her bottom lip between her teeth as Miguel sucked on one of her nipples.
Fliss saw the direction of his gaze, "Don't worry about Fiona, Miguel's a fantastic lover with a lovely cock, she'll enjoy this, just as I'm going to enjoy it." She took a mouthful of champagne, then put her glass down and bent her head down to his cock, sliding her lips over the glans. Matt could feel coolness on it and a tingling sensation and realised she had a mouthful of champagne as well as cock.
She swallowed and a more usual sensation engulfed him as Fliss sucked him deep into her mouth. He could feel the opening of her throat, then more as she took him further back, the tightness closing round the crown. She pulled him out and looked up at him, "Been practising that," she grinned, taking him once more to the back of her throat. Matt was finding it difficult to concentrate on the bed now, the sensation in his lap all consuming. He reached out and cupped a breast, feeling the nipple hard in his palm, then rolled it between his forefinger and thumb earning an appreciative murmur from Fliss.
His hand travelled downwards and she opened her legs to allow him access, his fingers encountering her soft warm folds, her inner lips more pronounced that Fiona's, her clit larger and harder. He stroked it, easing his finger along her increasingly slick slit, finding the opening to her pussy and pushing two fingers in. Fliss gasped and he saw Fiona look across, a smile across her face as Miguel slid off the sofa, kneeling between her legs, and opening them up, put his face to her pussy.
Matt watched as he pulled her to the edge of the sofa, holding her legs wide open, her pussy and arsehole on full display, her lips parting to show the pink interior. He extended his tongue and licked her, starting on her clit, all the way down over her urethra, her pussy, then along her taint to her arse, lingering there then back. Matt saw Fiona tense, then relax, lying back and closing her eyes once more.
Matt's eyes returned to the bed again, seeing the second man pull out of her pussy, then holding his cock firmly, pressed it against Miguel's sister's arsehole, easing it in, inch by inch. Again the two men adjusted their tempo, one pushing in as the other was pulling out and he could see a look of ecstasy on her face. A man from the edge of the room joined them, offering his cock to her and she sucked it greedily in, as the man in her arse came, throwing his head back as his spunk pumped into her. Obviously the man in her pussy had also had an orgasm as they both withdrew, white goo seeping from both her holes as she rolled away and off the bed, leaving just the one man stroking his cock. Two other women joined him and pushed him flat on his back, one sitting astride his hips, easing his cock into her, the other sitting on his head, sliding her pussy over his face, their hands on each other's breasts.
Fliss released him from her mouth and sat astride his lap, Matt very conscious of how close her pussy was to his rigid cock, her breasts pressed up against his face. He cupped them, his thumbs brushing across her hard nipples, then sucked first one then the other into his mouth. He could feel her sliding her pussy along the underside of his prick, then suddenly he found himself inside her, the head slipping an inch in, followed by the rest of him as she surged forward.
Alarmed he looked across to Fiona, and saw that Miguel was wiping his cock up and down her slit, then holding it in his hand eased it into her. He could see her lips opening to take it and watched as its full length disappeared, then re-appear as he began to pump in and out of her. Fliss dragged his attention back to her, grabbing his head and mashing her lips to his, her tongue invading, seeking his as her body ground against him, thrusting herself down on him.
His hands found her buttocks and cupped them, his fingers running over her arsehole down to her pussy, feeling her lips tight round his cock, the back up again, up her back, round to her breasts. The man on the bed had flipped the woman over now and was ramming his cock into her from behind, her arse in the air as she licked at the pussy of the other woman. Matt's mind wondered who would come first out of them all. He knew his arousal was growing rapidly, the sight and thought of what he and Fiona were doing with Miguel and Fliss, combined with the whole atmosphere around them almost too much.
On the other sofa Fiona had her hand on her clit, frantically rubbing at it as she screwed her face up in a look of sheer concentration. Suddenly her body was convulsing as she cried out, "Fuuuck, I'm cumming, Fill me up Miguel, fill my cunt up." Miguel threw back his head and pumped hard into her and Matt could see him juddering as he came, spunk seeping out of the sides of Fiona's stretched pussy lips. It was too much for him and he too erupted, feeling his cock pump powerful jets into Fliss, her pussy contracting round him as she threw her head back and howled, then rolled away from him.
Suddenly they were all still, only the man on the bed still pumping away. Miguel stood and pulled Fiona up, leading her over to Matt's sofa. He settled her down next to Matt, and sat down himself next to his wife, pulling her into a tight embrace. "Te amo mi amor," he whispered to her.
Matt pulled Fiona against him, his hand caressing her breast as she placed an arm across his chest, her face nestling in to his neck. His hand slid down over her stomach and between her legs, his fingers finding her pussy, stroking her lips, feeling another man's cum seep from her, yet without resentment or jealousy. He looked over at Miguel and Fliss, found them looking back at him, a questioning look in their eyes. "Time to go?" asked Miguel. Matt nodded and stood up, helping Fiona to her feet. Together they left the private room, Miguel waving a hand in farewell to the members of his family still there. Just outside the room they encountered Maria, who looked at them, then reached out a hand to caress Matt's cock, "I hope we meet again, and perhaps you'll consider a different wristband then."
They dressed, and left the changing room, receiving a brisk goodnight from the still immaculately dressed butler, Miguel slipping him a large denomination euro note as they left. A taxi pulled up and Miguel got in the front, Matt flanked by the two women in the back. They pulled away and Matt felt his hand being lifted by Fliss, pushing it up her dress to her panty covered crotch, he could feel the wetness of his cum leaking out of her and in the interests of fairness, slipped his other hand up Fiona's dress, finding her panties similarly wet.
All too soon they arrived back home and stood awkwardly in the hall. "Bed, I think," said Fliss.
"Agreed wholeheartedly," replied Fiona, "your room or ours?"