It was Amy who practically bumped right into Ali.  All three gave a slight jump, and there was a moment of awkward silence.  Ali looked at Michael inquisitively, his eyes giving away his assumption that he and Amy had been followed.  As much to answer him as to break the ice, Ali quickly stammered, “I’m so sorry.  I didn’t think anyone would be out here.  I was just looking for a lost earring.”

Amy had her doubts as well, and it was she who responded.  “Oh no, let’s help you look.  Where do you think it fell off?”

Ali responded somewhat nervously.  “In one of the cabanas.  I was there this afternoon, and only later, when we were getting ready for dinner, did I realize I’d lost it.”

“Well then, let’s see if we can find it,” Amy replied.  “What does it look like?”

“It’s nothing special.  Just a little gold stud.”

The three walked toward the cabanas, and Ali led them into the one that they had just left.  Amy reached into her purse for her phone and turned on the flashlight.  Michael and Ali did the same, and it wasn’t long before Michael located the piece, lying on the concrete near the foot of the chaise on which Ali had ridden him earlier.  It was, of course, the logical place for it to have fallen off, given the vigorous physical activity that had taken place there.

Michael reached down and picked up the earring.  “Found it!” he called out, holding it up and then handing it to Ali.  As she took it, their fingers brushed, and their eyes met.  A jolt of electricity shot through Michael and his heart started to beat faster. 

Ali looked at Michael, and then Amy.  “You are both so nice to help me look.  How can I ever thank you?”

Michael leaned in closer to Ali.  She could feel his breath on her face.

“Like this,” he said, and he leaned in and kissed her.  His right hand circled around the small of her back and his left found the back of her head and he pulled her in, his tongue parting her lips and snaking into her mouth.  Ali was caught off guard and didn’t respond in kind at first, but as Michael’s embrace continued, she relaxed and returned his passion, giving out a soft whimper as she wrapped her arms around him.

Amy watched her husband and his new young lover and felt her own passions stirring.  She was aware of her nipples hardening under her lacy bra, and a trickle of moisture escaping between her legs and nestling in the front of her thong.  She backed up to the edge of the cabana as Michael’s hands roamed Ali’s body, and she couldn’t help but touch herself as she watched her fantasy come to life before her.

Abruptly, Michael broke off the kiss and turned toward her.

“Amy, this is Ali,” turning Ali around so that she, too, could face his wife.  “Ali, this is my wife, Amy.  But you both know that.  What you don’t know, Ali, is that Amy knows all about you… about us.  She saw us come here this afternoon and confronted me when I returned to the room.  I told her everything.  And I told her that I intended to fuck you again.  And again.”

He turned to address Amy.  “And that’s what I’m going to do now.  Ali and I are going to our room, and I am going to enjoy her perfect body and pretty face.  I’m going to slide my cock into her tight little pussy, so wet and so warm.  We are going to fuck, hard.  I’m going to make her cum with this cock, and she is going to pull the last of the cum out of my balls.”

His tone was assertive.  “You don’t have to come back with us, but we are likely to be there all night.  If you come back, you’ll have to watch.  Everything.  Do you understand?”

Despite her earlier request, Amy was stunned speechless, her chest tight and her body on fire.

“I said, do you understand?”  Michael’s voice was louder, insistent.  “Do you?”

Amy could only manage a nod, her eyes full of fear and desire.  This was no longer her imagination running wild.  This was really going to happen.  Her beloved was about to have raw, passionate, dirty sex with this young, nubile harlot, right in front of him. 

She had a bailout.  She could stay in the cabana and sleep until dawn.  It would be comfortable enough, she allowed.  She didn’t have to do this, to watch them.  She considered her options.

Michael took Ali by the hand and began to lead her away, turning one last time to look at his wife.

“We’re going.  If you want to return to the room, you’ll have to do it now.  After the door is locked and the do not disturb sign hung, we won’t be opening it.”

With that, the cheating couple began to walk back toward the hotel.  Amy watched them go.  Emotions swirled inside of her.   She had asked for this, but when confronted with the reality, she didn’t think she could handle it.  She wished she could take it all back, beg Michael not to leave with Ali, to send her away, to take her, his wife, back to the room alone.  As they walked away, their hands released discreetly, and yet Amy could see their arms brushing one another, so close were they to one another. 

She could imagine what was about to transpire up in their suite, and she found herself wondering.  Was it just sex?  Or was there emotion?  It couldn’t be the latter, could it – the two had just met earlier today, a day that seemed now to stretch into eternity.  And yet there was no denying the spark between the two of them as they embraced before her just now, Ali’s adorable soft whimpers, the way they looked into one another’s eyes.  And the change in Michael’s tone, his demeanor.  It was like this young piece of candy had lit a fuse in him.

The thought sickened her.  And yet she was thrilled, turned on beyond measure.  Her entire body was alive, her nerves jangling and her breath quickening.  She was aware that she was flushed, and her thong was now thoroughly soaked.  She glanced in their direction and saw them nearing the building.  Suddenly she began to run, weaving her way through the pool furniture and around the pool itself, desperate to catch them before it was too late.

She lost sight of them once they entered the lower lobby.  She couldn’t really run in her heels, so she stopped to slip them off, holding them in one hand as she resumed her pursuit.  The lobby seemed to be getting no closer and she was getting out of breath.   I must look like a mess, she thought, and yet she pressed on.  Finally, finally, she was in the lobby and turned toward the elevators.  There was no sign of Michael and Ali.  She pressed the button and waited impatiently for an elevator to arrive.  The delay was unbearable.  She looked from one set of doors to another, willing the round yellow light to illuminate, desperate for the ding announcing the arrival of a car.  But nothing happened.  She began to panic, and just when she thought she would break down, she heard the chime.

Hurrying into the elevator, she pressed the button for her floor.  Thank God, she was alone, she thought.  The doors closed, and the elevator began to ascend, and just as quickly it stopped on the main lobby level.  Of course, Amy said to herself as a knot of people, no doubt from the lobby bar, entered the elevator.  Fortunately, everyone was in a light mood, and they ignored her.  Buttons were pressed, and Amy groaned inwardly as three stops were scheduled before her floor.

Her heart was pounding now.  There was no way she was going to run them down before they locked the suite door behind them.  She pondered her feelings.  Was it because she would be homeless for the night, consigned to a chaise in a pool cabana?  No, she realized.  While that would be terrible, what she truly dreaded was missing the chance to watch as Michael and Ali kissed, licked, nuzzled, sucked, fucked, and screamed.  She wouldn’t be able to see the expression on Michael’s face as he came, hear their cries as they took each other to paradise.  She slumped against the back wall of the elevator and closed her eyes, a feeling of despair falling upon her.

She almost didn’t notice when the door opened on her floor.  She didn’t rush out, having given up hope.  She rounded the corner and turned down the hall toward their suite, just in time to see Ali pinned against the wall by Michael, just outside their door.  He was kissing her and pressing against her with a frightening intensity.  Amy began to run again, not daring to risk that they would break their embrace and enter the suite before she could catch up to them.

Michael and Ali could hear Amy’s footsteps and her ragged breath, and he broke away and looked at her with a smirk.  Ali did the same, and Michael smiled wickedly and said, “I see you changed your mind.  Good.”

And with that, he pressed Ali against the wall once again, his hand sliding down across the front of her dress and over the curve of her breast, pausing to tweak her nipple through the fabric.  Ali let out a little shriek, and Michael grabbed her, unlocked the door, and shoved her inside just as Amy caught up to them.

Michael entered the room, not pausing to hold the door for Amy.  She barely caught it before it closed, and let herself in.  She was dazed and confused, unsure of what to do next, what the rules of engagement were.

Michael cleared that up.  “Sit in the chair and watch.  You are free to do anything you want, wear anything - or nothing - that you like, but you may not approach the bed.  Got it?”

Amy nodded, eyes cast downward.  She thought she heard Ali snicker.  She slumped into the chair and looked up just in time to see Michael throw his partner down on the bed.  He practically tore his shirt off and threw it halfway across the room before grabbing Ali’s dress by the hem and lifting it up.  The young woman raised her hips as he pushed the dress further up to expose her skimpy thong and the long, slender legs framing it.  He wasted no time in removing her thong, sliding it down those long legs and across the curve of her ankles.  He examined it and smiled.

“Good girl.  You did as you said you would.”  He then turned and tossed the undergarment to Amy, encouraging her to look for herself.

Amy caught the thong and looked closely.  There it was, in the front where the fabric had covered her bare lips.  A small but clearly visible dollop of viscous white fluid.  She didn’t need to be told what it was, or what it meant.  Disgust and pain shot through her only to be quickly washed away as she realized how much it turned her on.  She wanted to touch it, but Ali’s voice interrupted her thoughts.

“That’s enough, give it back.  Toss it over here.”

Amy complied.  Michael caught the thong, brought it to his face, inhaling deeply with a satisfied sigh, and pushed it against Ali’s face.  “Eat it, slut.  Lick my cum that leaked out of your pussy.”

Ali attacked the thong and licked all the cum, moaning as she did so.  At the same time, Michael’s cock, quickly freed from the confines of his pants, slapped against her pussy.  Ali let out a scream as Michael began to run the underside of his engorged member up and down the lips at the entrance to her slit.  He stepped back, took his pants and undershorts off, and stood facing his prone mistress. 

Amy could see Michael’s ass and as he turned back toward Ali, the throbbing erection was fully visible.  Ali had sat up to pull the dress over her head.  She wore no bra.  Her perky, youthful breasts stood out gently from her flat midsection, the small areolas framing the most perfect little rosebud nipples, erect in testament to her arousal.  She leaned forward and took Michael’s cock in her hand, stroking it several times and looking up, her eyes filled with desire, before attacking it with her mouth. 

Suddenly there was moaning and filthy talk in the air.  Saliva was dripping on the carpet, and the sound of gagging was clearly audible.  Ali pulled off Michael’s cock and slapped it against her cheek playfully before lifting it up to lick his balls.

Amy wasn’t sure she had ever seen Michael so hard.  The groans emitting from his mouth were familiar, but far more intense than anything she had elicited from him.  She sat mesmerized at the scene playing out before her.   Her own legs were splayed out like Ali’s, and she had involuntarily pulled the hem of her dress up to expose her panties.  They were sopping wet.  She pushed aside the fabric and began to rub her clit in a slow, circular motion.  Her lips were engorged with desire, and she plunged a finger into herself, drawing it out to taste her nectar.

Amy’s attention turned back to the couple before her.  Michael had pushed Ali onto her back and moved to mount her, but the young woman had other ideas. 

“No.  Wait.  She needs to see it.” 

“It,” of course, meaning the first entry of his cock into his concubine’s pussy.  The first visible manifestation of husband violating the sanctity of the marital contract in front of his loving wife.

Ali motioned for Michael to rise and stood herself.  Michael immediately understood and sat on the very edge of the bed, facing Amy.  His cock was purple, throbbing, and looked like it wanted to burst its skin.  She had never seen anything so horrible yet so addictively attractive. 

But it was what happened next that tied the pit of Amy’s stomach in knots.  Ali turned and faced Amy as well.  She backed up to Michael and positioned her legs on either side of his.  She squatted, poised just an inch above his manhood.  Amy gazed at the sight, taking in the long, lean, perfect body of this college student, her adorably precious little face with its pouty lips, her sparkling eyes, the smooth skin without a hint of fat or imperfection.  The perfectly shaved pussy lips, visibly swollen, a small, well-groomed tuft of dirty blond pubic hair above them at the base of her belly.

Ali looked directly at Amy, and the two locked eyes.  Never breaking the gaze, Ali lowered herself slowly until she was touching Michael, and then, inch by agonizing inch, she slid him home.  Amy cried out at the moment of violation, tears streaming down her cheeks, and yet she began to strum herself more furiously as the young strumpet fucked her husband.  So many sights and sounds played out before her.  Cries of pure lust, the glistening of her on him every time she lifted, the slap of hand against ass cheek. 

Amy was in agony.  She had never been so turned on in her life.  She could smell Ali from across the way as Michael now pounded her from above, her legs over his shoulders, their bodies slapping audibly.  Everything was in a daze now, Amy vaguely aware of random phrases,

“You feel so good wrapped around my cock like this.  So much tighter than Amy.”

“Your hard cock feels so good.”

“Only you get me this hard.”

“Fuck me.  Harder!”

Ali on all fours now, their bodies turned sideways to give Amy a full view.  Michael grabbing Ali’s hair, pulling it back.  “Yes, I’m your slut!”  Michael wrapping his arm around her throat and whispering things in her ear that Amy couldn’t begin to hear.

Suddenly, Ali screamed out, “Cum in me.  I want you to cum inside me.  Fill me with your cum like you did today.  Claim this cunt!  Your cum belongs to me!  Your cock belongs to me, not her!  Cum in me!"

And at that, Amy heard Michael’s familiar roar, saw his beast face, and watched as her husband slammed his cheating cock even harder into Ali and unloaded into the vessel of the young woman’s womb.  Ali screamed as her own orgasm tore through her, and at that moment the entire room seemed to turn upside down and inside out as Amy climaxed more violently than she thought possible, her screams loud enough for the ocean to hear. 

Amy temporarily blacked out before coming to, realizing she was still masturbating to a second crashing orgasm.  Tears streamed down her face, and she heard herself crying out for her beloved, only to realize that he was lost to her at this moment as he gave himself to Ali.

All was quiet.  Michael withdrew from Ali and turned toward Amy.  Ali called out in a strict voice to Amy.

“Get over here.”

In a trance, Amy stood and walked toward the bed.  Michael moved to make way for her, and without further instruction Amy slid beneath Ali and opened her mouth.  Cum was already leaking out of the young woman’s cunt, and Amy caught the first glob cleanly on her tongue.  The familiar taste was wonderful, and she was driven by lust to rise up and lap Ali’s pussy. 

Amy continued, cleaning Ali out thoroughly.  She was so mesmerized by her task that she didn’t notice Michael until he slid his cock into her aching pussy.  Amy gasped.  He was still rock hard, and he began to fuck her mercilessly.  Ali swung around and grabbed Amy’s face in both hands, her passionate kiss shocking in its intensity.  The women swapped saliva and cum as Michael continued to fuck Amy.  She could feel his cock swelling.  It was a feeling she had experienced so many times, and she thrilled at the impending release of her husband’s cum into her body.

Instead, Michael suddenly pulled out and grabbed Amy, pulling her away from Ali and spinning her around.  Amy knelt in front of him and Ali joined her on the floor.  The two women, one literally old enough to be the other’s mother, looked up expectantly.  Amy was aware of Ali pressing her cheek against hers as Michael stroked his cock, still glistening with a mixture of Ali and Amy’s love juices.

Michael could feel yet another orgasm building as he gazed down at the amazing sight below him.  Two incredibly beautiful women, one the love of his life and the other a young, nubile beauty for whom he felt both unbridled dirty lust and incredible tenderness.  The vision of these two, and the subliminal recognition of what this tableau represented, a boundary-crossing into very deep and dark waters, was more than he could take, and with a roar he unleashed his seed.  It shot out with such force that it hit Amy on the forehead, the sticky white fluid almost immediately beginning to drip down.  He aimed his cock to the left to give Ali her gift, which the young harlot accepted with mouth agape and a steady “ahhhhh” emitting forth from her mouth. 

Back and forth Michael directed his ejaculate, painting his lovers as thoroughly as his body could perform at the end of a long and eventful adventure-filled day.  As the last of his spasms played out, he let out a huge sigh and continued to look down in wonder as his partners licked the cum off one another’s faces and kissed passionately, their tongues sharing his essence.

Michael leaned down and kissed Amy, then Ali.  His heart was swelling.  The three of them joined in a kiss and then collapsed together on the bed.  Very little was said as the three lay breathless, their hands lazily roaming over naked flesh and their breathing relaxed and content.

Michael would have liked the night to go on for hours, but his body was spent and empty, and he and Amy had some talking to do.  So he politely but firmly ordered Ali to gather her things, dress, and depart.  The younger woman complied with a slight whimper, but as she opened the door to the suite she paused and looked back at Michael with a lascivious grin and an evil glint in her eyes.

Michael’s attention turned now to his wife, as the unbelievable events of the day washed over him.  He was struggling with how to begin when he saw that Amy was sound asleep.  His own exhaustion was overwhelming, and he realized that their discussion would have to wait until morning.  As he pulled the covers over their naked bodies, he brushed the hair gently from her face and planted a tender kiss on her cheek.  The corners of Amy’s mouth turned up slightly, she let out a small sigh, and Michael drifted off to sleep pressed up against his incredible wife.