Mea gets a mouthful

"Gonna fill this slutty throat before your husband wakes up...you want that?" Brett asks, caressing her cheeks as his length slides in and out of her mouth.

Tears streak Mea's flushed cheeks as she gags around him, her nails digging crescent moons into his thighs. The humiliation burns hotter than the morning sun, especially when she catches the older couple from next door watching with rapt attention. She whimpers around his shaft, her nodding head betraying her body's eager betrayal.

"Atta girl," he growls, thumb pressing down on her tongue to feel himself bulge in her throat. His free hand snakes behind him to grab a resort camera from the bartender, snapping a photo of her mascara-streaked face stretched around him. "A souvenir to take back to your hubby" His hips snap forward, forcing her nose into his trimmed pubes as his balls slap her chin.

The camera flash burns Mea's retinas as Brett's cock hits the back of her throat, salt and precum dripping down her throat. Behind them, half a dozen guests have formed a loose semicircle, some sipping mimosas while others openly touch themselves. The bartender winks as he slides another camera across the counter just as Brett's grip tightens, his grunts turning ragged. "Here comes breakfast, sweetheart."

Her lungs scream for air just as Brett's hips stutter, hot jets of cum flooding her throat in pulsing waves. She swallows instinctively, tears spilling over as his thumb rubs her stretched lips, smearing the overflow down her chin. When he finally pulls out with a wet pop, one last rope of cum hitting across her face as she sags against the bar counter, chest heaving, her bikini top twisted sideways to expose one swollen nipple to the gathering crowd.

The scattered applause from onlookers barely registers over Mea's pounding heartbeat, not until Brett hauls her upright by the hair, turning her to face the audience with his softening cock still glistening against her cheek. "Show them how much you loved it," he murmurs, pressing two fingers back into her dripping cunt as cameras flash again. Her moan is half-sob when he adds a third.

Her knees nearly buckle as Brett's fingers curl inside her, his thumb rubbing tight circles on her clit while the crowd watches hungrily. *Max is gonna smell him on me... see the cum dripping down my thighs...* The thought sends another pulse of slickness around Brett's thrusting fingers, her hips jerking against his hand shamelessly. She licks his cock clean as she begins to cum hard, her juices making a puddle under her.

"Fucking perfect," Brett growls, dragging his tongue up her neck before spinning her to face the audience—her back arched against his chest while his fingers work her mercilessly. "See how she comes when strangers watch?" His free hand cups her breast, tweaking the nipple for the crowd as Mea's moans pitch higher.

Her orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave, legs giving out as Brett holds her upright, her juices dripping onto the deck between her splayed feet. The crowd's murmurs of approval barely register, all she can think about is Max waking up to find her gone, the scent of another man clinging to her skin. Her stomach clenches with guilt... and something darker, hotter. *What if he's already looking for me?*

"See you around darling" Brett says, leaving with a kiss on her cheek, as she gets up and finishes her drink. Does she go back to the cabana or does she see what else the resort has to offer?