Bedroom

You step back into your room and sit down on the bed, thinking about today. The events at the end of the dinner messed up your mind. The image of them kissing in front of you is starting to send you down a spiral in your head. The spiral starts with them making out, moving on to her sucking on his old, big dick, next is her young body below Old Bob, lastly is her being dominated, tied up, hungry for more…

You shake your head to escape the thoughts but it’s impossible. You keep seeing images of Stacy on all fours while Old Bob fucks her from behind. To make matters worse, Mohammed has joined in now and takes place at the front while Lucy gobbles up his big black cock. You start to zone out as all you can think about is Stacy submitting like a dirty slut.

Meanwhile in the suite…

Stacy is exhausted from the day so she immediately goes into the bathroom to prepare for bed. She is dreading the next moment when she’d have to sleep next to Old Bob. Although she was innocent enough to believe that sleeping next to each other is really just sleeping, she still felt nervous. Old Bob has made a fatherly figure impression on her, something she didn’t have before. Every time Old Bob gave her a compliment, she’d feel so high. To her it’s like some authority approving her which made her feel proud. Hell, even when Mohammed gave her those compliments, she felt honoured.

The second reason to be nervous are her pyjamas, or actually lack thereof. She only brought lingerie to sleep in since she and Matt had plans to experiment. She certainly didn’t expect that not to go through and to having to share a bed with her boyfriend’s old neighbour. She goes to her suitcase to grab the least revealing set and went back inside to change. After she was done, she looked in the mirror. Although it’s the most conservative set, it still left little to imagination. It was a tight bodysuit that ran between her legs and would envelop her ass like a thong, showing the cheeks. It was tight around her boobs so they would be pushed upwards. She slowly got out of the bathroom…

Old Bob got ready as well and was already lying in bid since he was tired from the flight. He is definitely not as fit as he used to be with his old age. He sees Stacy get out of the bathroom and is shocked by what he sees.

“Wow beautiful, you’re really good at playing my wife, didn’t know you were into lingerie.”, Old Bob is mesmerized and surprised by her choice of outfit.

Stacy becomes nervous and blushes, ”I’m sorry to wear this in front of you Bob, I don’t have anything else with me to sleep in. I thought I’d sleep next to Matt, and we wanted to experiment so I only brought lingerie. Apologies for putting you under pressure like this.”

Old Bob laughed on the inside as he notices her naivety, “It’s all good girl, you should wear very little as my wife. If it makes you feel any better, I also don’t sleep in pyjamas. I just wear underwear, sometimes even naked.” Old Bob tries to gauge her reaction to this.

Stacy blushes as she imagines him naked. She’s wondering about his cock as she has only seen one dick and that is Matt’s. “Well, if we both wear little, then none of us have to be ashamed, right?”

“Exactly so Stacy, you’re so smart!”, Old Bob always knew when and what to compliment.

Stacy hopped into bed and lifted the blankets, only to see Old Bob’s cock…