As much fun as Meg can have on a Jet Ski.

“A worthy goal,” Luc agreed before, “Oh!”

Meg had slid off the seat of the wave-rider and down onto her knees in the sand in front of the Frenchman. She placed one hand around the base of his shaft and then wrapped her lips around the head and started to suck. The sudden change in temperature between the night's chill and Meg’s hot mouth had Luc shuddering from the first long draw of Meg’s cheeks.

“Magnifique!” Luc encouraged as Meg began sliding her mouth further down his also tanned shaft as she slid a hand under him to massage his balls at the same time. The sound of her lips hungrily suckling was swiftly swept away in the sea breeze, darkness and the lack of other resort guests providing them a sense of intimate privacy in an otherwise public area.

Luc’s cock tasted of salt foremost but with hints of seaweed and Iodine. His short, coarse pubic hairs tickle Meg’s nostrils as she reached her maximum depth without gagging. The act of sucking a near-complete stranger’s cock was more freeing than she’d expected to feel after 18 years of marriage. Her mind began to race with the possibilities of taking control of her own actions and the agency that she created.

“Lean back,” Meg told Luc after she’d blown him for close to five minutes.

The instructor’s life vest cushioned his torso as he leaned back up against the hard metal of the jetski’s controls. Meg joined him on the craft in his reclined position. Stepping over with a foot on either side, Meg straddled Luc’s hips and guided his cock into place.

Pressing down, Meg cried out as the first man other than her husband entered her pussy in nearly 20 years. She’d been so wet from the entire day's buildup that she’d impaded herself on Luc in one easy stroke. It felt so incredibly good. Different in a way she hadn’t expected to find. Before she knew it, Meg was plunging down onto the worker's cock again and again. The jetski started to rock on its base in the sand as she rode Luc with a desperate quickness. In half the time of her blowjob, Meg was shouting that she was going to cum and then crying out in passion.

“Mon dieu!” Luc applauded as Meg collapsed forwards onto his chest as she juddered with post orgasmic aftershocks. Her clammy pussy gripping tight on his French cock.

“Can you continue?” he asked as stray pulses of pleasure stimulated her nerve endings at random.

“No. Yes! Can you? Oh Lord. That is exhausting.” Meg slowly worked through her responses.

Holding her by the arse, Luc helped Meg to pull herself off his cock and then sit by herself on the ski for just a moment as he got off and then came up behind her. As if they were riding the waves together, Luc sat behind Meg’s rear as she took the handles for stability.

With a deep groan, Luc thrust himself back into Meg’s pussy and started to fuck her deep and slowly as he held her hips for traction. Meg found herself pushing her pussy back to meet his gentle prodding as she set about hunting for orgasm number two.

In the barest of light, Luc could see as his cock was swallowed up by Meg’s ready cunt. Pussy lips grown fat with arousal clung to each of his back strokes. Her bum was still plenty tight and firm, even having crossed 40-plus candles on her previous two birthdays. Her short-cropped ginger hair was just starting to become clingy with sweat when they both drew closer to completion together.

With hard, short thrusts, Luc throbbed at his absolute breaking point. “Formidable! I’m going to cum!”

“Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” Meg commanded him as she likewise reached her peak. She’d been revving the ski’s accelerator handle without knowing, desperate for Luc to go faster.

Together, the pair began to orgasm within seconds of each other. Luc’s cock started to pulse and burst inside Meg’s wet ginger pussy as he stayed buried inside. Meg’s snatch pressed tight to Luc’s balls accepted each jolt of his cum as she milked his throbbing rod with her contractions. They stayed joined until Luc had emptied the entire contents of his nuts inside Meg. A thick film of creamy white started to form on the sides of Meg’s folds when semen started to trickle loose.

It was then that the gravity of what she’d done started to weigh on her, and Meg gently reached back to push Luc’s hips away so that he could pull out. A heavy drop of mixed cum splashed out on the leather seat as they parted.

Luc tried to hug her, but Meg slipped free of his arms.

“Thank you for that. I should be getting back to my room,” Meg said.

“Ahh, yes, of course,” Luc nodded.

Suddenly feeling guilty that she had used him, Meg stepped in and kissed the handsome European on the lips. He tasted of the ocean just as his cock had before.

“I’ll see you again. When I want another hire,” she said.

“Perhaps a tandem next time?” he offered with an upturned brow.

“Yes, a tandem,” Meg laughed. “I’d like that.”

On the walk back to her chalet, Meg again avoided the common areas. Not that she was trying to avoid her friends now, just that she didn’t want to be found with cum dripping out of her and running down her legs.

Inside her room, Meg first checked her phone before heading to the shower. It showed a missed call from Jim, her husband. She turned her phone off instead of calling him back. It would remain switched off for the remainder of her holiday. Didn’t they always trust each other after all?