Chapter 4 - Monday

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MANDY

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I woke up the next morning horny. Very horny. I couldn't get the thought of Scott watching that woman give a blow job and the sounds of our neighbors fucking out of my mind. I had just gotten used to the idea of swapping partners but this was something completely different. This was exhibitionism. I didn't exactly get off at the idea of our neighbors potentially hearing us have sex but I can't say the sight and sounds of them didn't turn me on.

Would I want to watch another couple? Would I want to watch Scott with another woman? Would he want to watch me with another man? Would I be comfortable having sex in front of someone else?

All those questions would have to be mulled over at another time. In that moment, I had one thing on my mind. And I knew just how to get it. Luckily, Scott was known for sporting a hardy morning wood.

His eyes fluttered as I gripped the base of his erect penis and licked the underside from his balls all the way to the tip.

"Jesus," he gasped as I puckered my lips and lowered them down his shaft. "You haven't woken me up like this in a long time."

"Mmm," I moaned into the meat of his cock. Saliva dripped, slickening his rod and allowing me to easily stroke along with each bob of my head. I swirled my tongue around his knob, teasing the tip with the tip of my tongue.

"God, that feels good," he moaned, his voice still groggy from sleep. His eyes opened, staring at me as I worked his dick.

"Fuck," he groaned. His fingers threaded through my hair. "Come here."

I crawled up his body, letting my large breasts drag over his crotch, up his abs to his pecs before I stalled and sat down, straddling him. His cock pressed up into my butt crack, the warmth and weight of his manhood pressing firmly into the space between my cheeks. I rocked forward and backward, letting the shaft slip between the soft folds of my ass.

"Fuck," Scott gasped. His hands cupped my breasts and I leaned forward, pressing them into his face.

"Mmmm," I moaned as he sucked at my nipples and nipped at the soft flesh. His hands squeezed and rubbed, kneading and molding my breasts into a shape that would please him. I lifted my hips, letting his cock slide into position beneath me.

"Oh, God, yes," Scott moaned as I lowered myself onto him. He went wild, rolling me over onto my back and began pumping into me, hard and deep. I was caught off guard but welcomed his passion. My arms wrapped around him, pulling him down on top of me, his face buried into the nook of my neck. He kissed and licked and sucked, his mouth devouring me. His morning breath was hot on my skin, pungent on my nostrils but it just heightened the arousal for me.

"Oh, baby, yes," he grunted, his teeth grazing the flesh of my collarbone. His hips pounded into me, our bodies crashing together, wet skin slapping wet skin. His cock plunged deep within me, rubbing along every nerve. I could feel the tension building within me.

"Yea, baby, yea," I groaned. My fingers dug into his back. "Just like that. Oh, God, baby. Harder!"

He picked up his pace. His cock was so hard, spearing deep into me with every deliberate thrust of his hips. I spread my legs, allowing him full access and range of motion. He arched his back, altering the position a bit and his pelvis clapped into my clit, driving me wild.

"OHHHH," I moaned. "Right there. Right there! Don't stop!"

Scott continued his relentless ****. The bed creaking echoed through the open space of the hotel room. My breasts bounced wildly on my chest. I grabbed them and squeezed. My body quivered, the tension within me ready to explode.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, YES, YES, YES, YYYYEEESSSAAAAAAHHHH!!" My orgasm surged through me. My legs squeezed his sides, holding him in place as I rode out the waves of my climax.

"Ah, ah, ah," Scott grunted. He couldn't hold back anymore. "YEA!"

He came hard, his cock exploding inside me. His body collapsed on top of mine, our sweaty bodies mashing together.

We laid there for a few minutes, breathing heavy.

"Good morning," I said with a smile. I kissed his forehead.

"Good morning my love," he answered.

"Let's get some breakfast."

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Scott was much less shy about our situation with our neighbors. I was still half-expecting someone from the restort to knock on our door and tell us we had to pack our bags and leave. I couldn't even imagine talking to the couple we spied on. The guy who had a breakdown about his insecurities less than two weeks ago all of a sudden was strutting through the buffet with not a care in the world while I tried to cover my face to avoid eye contact with anyone out of fear that news of our Peeping Tom activities might have already spread throughout the resort.

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SCOTT

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"Oh my God," Mandy exclaimed. She pulled the menu up and ducked her face under it. "That's them."

I couldn't help but chuckle at how cute she was. We were sitting in the restaurant, deciding whether we should go with the buffet or on of the special, chef prepared meals. I turned to the entrance to see the young hostess handing a couple some menus then directing them to a table just a few down from ours.

"Shit, shit, shit," Mandy stammered. "They're coming this way! Shit!"

She was right.

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It was hard not to stare as they sat down what couldn't have been more than 20 feet from us, not because of the awkwardness but because the woman was absolutely gorgeous. Carmel skin that seemed to glow. Cinnamon hair that flowed down past her shoulders. Those sultry brown eyes I locked onto last night. A body that just didn't seem to quit - thick thighs, wide hips, large, round breasts and a glowingly beautiful face. I tried my best to keep them in just my peripheral vision, or to sneak a passing glance but there was no question she caught me looking a few times. How could I not? She was donned in a black, one-piece bathing suit that clung to her body and busted out in all the right directions. The shoulder straps seemed to hold on for dear life as the neckline plunged nearly to her naval, showing off a generous amount of cleavage. Over top she had a white, mesh coverup that might as well have been glued on it was so tight. On her head was a large, floppy hat with a white band and a white flower which she placed on the seat next to her as she ate.

And, oh yea, she had a husband too. A husband that my wife very much seemed interested in despite her attempts to keep herself as invisible as possible. I would guess he was in his mid thirties. His scalp was buzzed but his chin and cheeks made up for the lack of hair on the top of his head as a dark brown goatee seemed to mask a chiseled jawline. He was average height but he carried himself upright with a tall, confident posture. How could he not with such a knockout on his arm.

"Hurry up and eat and let's get out of here," Mandy said. I finished my plate, doing the best I could to avoid glancing over to their table but it was inevitable. She was just too hot. She caught me looking more than once.