Summer Vacation


Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Mult, Consensual, NonConsensual, Reluctant, Rape, Drunk/Drugged, BiSexual, Swinging, Group Sex, Orgy, Interracial, Black Male, White Female, Anal Sex, Fisting, Size, .

Desc: Sex Story: My wife was a true conservative, however I learned she is just your "Red Blooded American Girl" after she has a few drinks

Chapter 1: First Day

My wife really wasn't a prude, I would call her extremely conservative. She was a beautiful woman when we married and she has not lost her beauty. Our marriage of fifteen years has been a good one; I have no complaints, other than Mary being conservative. When I say conservative I mean it and every sense possible, grocery shopping, automobile purchases, necessities for the house and our clothing. Its true, our savings account is much fatter under her guidance where it would be very slim if I were in charge.

Connie, are fourteen-year-old daughter, is almost a duplicate image of her mother with the exception of height. Connie stands at five-five compared to Mary's five-eleven. Connie's weight is within two pounds of her mother's one-thirty-five, and her cup size is a 'B' compared to her mother's 'C', each measuring thirty-four inches. On many occasions, they dress alike, often mistaken for sisters, and not mother and daughter. I would be unable to tell you their best features: either their long well shaped legs, beautiful large brown eyes, jet-black hair falling six inches below the shoulder, or their beautifully shaped lips. Whether they are alone, or walking together, they never fail to draw stares from the opposite sex, young and old alike. In fact, I am at my proudest when I see men staring at them, and I just say proudly to myself, 'eat your heart out' because they are spoken for.

Mary, scrutinized winning a two-week, all-expenses-paid, summer vacation for two, to the point the travel agent simply threw up his arms and said, "Look, I've tried everything you asked and I cannot get it changed. You have two options, you either leave on the scheduled date or you lose the vacation, it's your choice to make." The vacation was a blessing, actually falling on our anniversary; however, I felt the same as Mary, eight days were going to be spent on a ship. She made proposals to get the vacation shortened and we would fly, however that was a flop and didn't happen.

We farmed our daughter out to her uncle and flew to our port. The trip started out a disaster, first our airline reservations were unconfirmed, we didn't sit together, and upon arriving at the ship, our stateroom wasn't ready for three hours. Our supper, the first evening was a disastrous occasion, twelve people assigned to a table seating eight... The food was good however, not excellent just good. The stateroom was made available to us after we finished supper and that is when we found another problem. My wife brought Connie's suitcase, and the ship's store carried no suitable women's clothing in my wife's size. The alternative, my wife had to wear Connie's clothes. I found it suitable and pleasing on the eyes however, my wife was very upset, and this was unusual for her. She always appeared calm, cool, and collected, one never to lose her temper. Needless to say, we remained in our stateroom the first evening.

Connie's clothes stopped six inches above her knees, pleasing me, and disturbing her. Initially she refused to go topside, but I convinced her she couldn't stay in the stateroom for eight days. Once topside, she began to feel much more comfortable in as much as most of the women were showing much more than she was. Although uncomfortable with her dress, she made the best of a good thing and I was proud, as she drew stares from every male and majority of the female passengers. By the end of the first day, she was almost her normal self, laughing along with others and enjoying herself. She accepted an invitation from another couple, to join them for dinner, and the dance party later in the evening. This was out of character for her because she scrutinized people, the same as she did everything else.

The dress for dinner was semi formal and of the three choices available, she chose the one I liked the best. The dress was low-cut when Connie wore it, on Mary, it was a dream come true for every red-blooded American male. I expected her to fall out each time she moved, and apparently, she did also, she made every movement slow. The couple sharing our table could not keep their eyes off her chest all evening, and I must admit mine remained on her chest also. I had to be the proudest husband at the dance, and my wife the most popular. I was fortunate enough to dance with her on three occasions, the first dance, and two dances somewhere near the middle of the evening.

Each dance number saw my wife being asked by at least two gentlemen for the opportunity to dance with her. She was hesitant at the first request however, after the first dance with a stranger, she relaxed, and began to enjoy herself. Much of her relaxation came at the expense of the men who purchased the drinks, which she consumed quickly. The drinks provided were exceptional, and you were unaware of the amount of alcohol you were consuming, until it was too late. Mary, not a drinker, became tipsy and very friendly with each of her dance partners. Midway through the evening, when I had the opportunity to dance with her, I was surprised, pleasantly, at her grinding her mound into my midsection, giving me a hard on. From that point on, I noticed that each man bringing her back the table also sported an erection, and many did not try to conceal it.

It was not alone after our dance, as I was dancing with the women at our table. I noticed Mary had not returned to the table for over an hour, and I assumed I missed her as I had been dancing, and not watching her every move. I made a trip to the restroom and heard the gossip about the woman in the yellow dress taking on a few of the man in the game room. Mary was wearing a yellow dress and I had not seen her in over an hour, and as soon as I finished my business, I walked into the game and stood in a far corner watching everyone. I stood in the corner long enough to finish a drink before I saw three men lead her from a storage room, her clothing askew. She could barely stand, and as she would pull her dress down on one side, one of the men would lift the other side. She was really lit because she was laughing at her inability to keep her dress down, and they were laughing at her because the dress was the only article of clothing she wore. Sometime during the evening, she lost her panties.

I was initially upset however, deep inside I enjoyed watching them handle her body. I ordered another drink and sat near the game table where they were seated. They were playing some type of a card game, which I was unfamiliar with, therefore I was quite certain Mary did not know the rules. I soon learned it would have made no difference if she knew the rules, because they were passing cards under the table, and in her inebriated state, there was no way she could win. The game lasted about three hands and the men escorted her into the storage room.

I waited about five minutes and walked to the room, easing the door open and looking inside. My wife was leaned across a small table, her dress was pulled up, and revealing her backside and one of the men was fucking her from behind. The second man was standing in front of her, and she was sucking his giant prick, while the third man was standing beside her and she was giving him a hand job. I knew I should have intervened, instead I got a hard on like I could not remember ever having. I watched as the men took her, rotating positions after each came in her cum-filled pussy. When each had fucked her, I stepped behind her, lowered my trousers, and I fucked her. I fucked her the same as they had, I just put the prick to her for my own pleasure. The men did not say a word, and I fucked into her hard, and as deep as I possibly could. I did not speak for fear she would recognize my voice.

When I finished, I dressed and returned to the game room, leaving her with the three men. I waited, and they returned to the room minutes later, her dress tucked where her pussy was showing, much to the pleasure of the men sitting close to the storeroom door. One of the women assisted her, and helped her from the room, realizing she was drunk and incapable of taking care of herself. I followed and I thought they were going to our room; however, they stopped three doors from our room and went inside. I waited for over an hour, and Mary finally came out of the room alone, and due to the amount of alcohol she consumed, she was actually unaware she was on the ship. I walked to her, and taking her arm, led her to our room.

Once inside our room, I could see traces of sperm in her hair, her ears, and on her chest. I went into the small bath and adjusted the shower, intending to bathe her, however when I returned to the stateroom, she was passed out on the bed. I left her to sleep and I used the shower instead.

I presume I could be classified as a pervert now. I woke early and went to breakfast, leaving Mary sleeping, and later went to lunch. I stopped at the ship's store and purchased Neosporin and cleaning pads with alcohol. I cleaned and put medication on the scratches I found on her once flawless skin, after I undressed her. I caressed her naked body, sucked her nipples hard, and bit them, drawing blood on one. I could taste the strange taste of dried sperm, and she was in need of a bath, however I found it strangely exciting to manipulate her body in ways she rejected in the past. I fingered her pussy, and I even fisted her a while after I found I could easily get four fingers inside her pussy, and there was still room for a fifth. I tried fisting her a few times when she had a few drinks; however, in the past she had enough control of her senses to stop me.

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