Testing the Limits

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It all started when my wife and I were on a vacation in the Dominican Republic.It was February, and very cold in Boston, where we had lived for many years after our marriage. On the spur of the moment we had decided to get away to someplace warm, so we got my parents to come stay at our place a few days to mind the kids and booked a last-minute, four-day weekend trip to one of those all-inclusive resorts. Thirty-six hours later we were on our way.We were both looking forward to the trip, not just because of the warmth in the midst of winter, but also because we both liked the idea of having some private time to ourselves.For sex, I mean. If you have kids you know what I’m talking about: that when the kids come along, finding the time and energy to have truly enjoyable sex — rather than the rote couplings we’d been having lately — gets pretty difficult.On the flight down my wife kept stroking my leg, and I got a hard-on, which she soon noticed, rubbing it with the back of her hand when no one was looking. I whispered into her ear, “How about I put a blanket over our laps and we can get each other off? Not quite the mile-high club, but still…”She laughed and said no, but I could tell the idea turned her on a little bit. I thought that was a good sign we were going to have some excellent sex during the trip.That was certainly the case at first. No sooner had we gotten into our room at the hotel, late Thursday afternoon, than she locked the door, stripped, and dived into the bed. I hadn’t even put our suitcases down yet, but I dropped them on the spot, stripped off my clothes and dived in after her.A delightful hour later we made ourselves get up, took a sensual shower together and went down to the hotel restaurant. There was about a 20-minute wait for a table, so we went outside to the patio bar to get drinks and wait.It was warm and a little humid but breezy outside, and once we had our drinks my wife and I just sat there, holding hands and staring at the ocean.At the table next to us was another couple, apparently waiting for a table, too. They were sitting close together, laughing quietly and touching each other frequently, and I sensed that isvecbahis they, too had just had an enjoyable romp in bed, or at least were planning to after dinner.She was a very pretty woman, a slender blonde with long legs and small but nicely formed breasts that were shown off by the tank top and gauzy white wrap she she wore. She made an interesting contrast with my wife, who is a little fuller in the hips and breasts and even prettier, I thought proudly.It was the guy, however, who really got my attention. He was strikingly handsome, with tousled blond hair, green eyes and a smile always playing about his lips. He looked very fit, with calves like a cyclist’s.At some point the wife saw me looking at them, but she gave me a friendly smile and said, with a slight Texas twang, “How y’all doing tonight?”“Great,” I said, “Glad to be at the beach instead of shoveling snow.”“So are we,” she said. “Where y’all from?”“Boston,” I said. “But I’m guessing you aren’t.”They both laughed.“Nah, I’m from Houston,” she said. “But this guy made me move north.”“Where north?” I asked.“Chicago,” she said, pouting her lips in a way I found very fetching. “It’s a good thing I love him.”She squeezed his arm affectionately.We chatted a few more minutes, and when they asked us to join them for a second drink, we accepted. But not long afterward the host came to tell them their table was ready, so they excused themselves to go.“See you on the beach tomorrow,” he said. “By the way, I’m Nick, this is Tanya.”“Sam and Vickie,” I said.We all shook hands and agreed to have a drink sometime over the weekend.“Nice folks,” Vickie said after they had gone. “She’s pretty.”“Yes,” I said.“And boy is he a hunk,” she said.“Yes,” I said.She elbowed me in the side and gave me a mock-horrified look.“Bad enough you notice other women,” she said playfully, “No fair looking at their husbands, too.”“Um, well….”She smiled and elbowed me again.“I’m just teasing you,” she said.When they called us to the restaurant a few minutes later, we were given a table not far from Nick and Tanya. Without being conscious of it I took the chair facing their direction, and realized NIck and I were facing isveçbahis giriş each other.I tried not to look at him, but of course I did, and I was pretty sure he noticed. At one point he caught my eye, with that little smile playing about his lips, then leaned forward and whispered something to Tanya. She turned around and looked at me, an amused expression on her face, before turning back to Nick and saying something that made him blush.Vickie and I, helped by a bottle of wine, got into a long enjoyable conversation, and for a while I forgot about Nick and Tanya. We shared a dessert and I had a cup of coffee, and when I finally looked around I realized that the restaurant had mostly emptied out, except for Vickie and I, Nick and Tanya and two or three other couples.We were just about to go when Nick stood up and walked to our table.“We just ordered a bottle of wine,” Nick said. “Would you like to share it with us?”I looked at Vickie. She nodded.“That’d be great,” I said.We got up, walked over to their table and pulled up two chairs.Half an hour and another bottle later, we were still there, laughing so hard that Vickie actually snorted, which made everyone laugh even harder. I noticed we were getting stern looks from the wait staff, so I suggested we call it a night.Tanya stood up, swaying a little.“We’re going for a walk on the beach,” she said. “You folks care to join us?”Again I looked at Vickie, who was just as tipsy as Tanya but still nodded yes.“Sure,” I said. “Let me just hit the men’s room before we go.”“Yeah, I better go, too,” NIck said.“Might as well make it a party,” Tanya said, and taking Vickie by the arm she led the way to the women’s.The men’s room had several stalls with louvered wooden doors but just one urinal, so I left that to Nick and went into one of the stalls to piss. When I turned around after flushing, Nick was still at the urinal, and his pants had slipped to his ankles. His butt was mostly covered by the tail of his shirt, but I got a good view of his thighs and calves, which were strongly muscled.“You bike a lot?” I asked, and immediately regretted it, knowing he would realize I’d been looking at his backside. isveçbahis yeni giriş But Nick didn’t seem bothered in the least.“Two or three times a week,” he said over his shoulder. “More if I can manage it.”He flushed and bent over to pull up his shorts, giving me a brief view of some well-developed glutes.“I like to ride, too, I said, “but I have a hard time getting out more than once a week.”“We should see about renting some bikes while we’re here,” he said, turning around.“Sounds like fun,” I said, and he gave me another of those little smiles.Rejoining the girls, we walked across the patio and down a graveled path to the beach, where a sliver of moon gave just enough light to see our way. Grabbing some towels from the rack at the end of the path, we turned left and walked along the water’s edge until the lights around the hotel were hidden by a big stand of palms. The beach seemed to be deserted.NIck and Tanya walked arm in arm a few paces ahead of us. Vickie, a bit drunker perhaps than the rest of us, leaned on me heavily, murmuring now and then about what she was going to do to me when we got back to our room. I started to get a hardon.“Let’s go for a swim,” Tanya said.“Great idea,” Nick said, and before Vickie or I could say anything they had begun to strip.I felt Vickie tense up.“Ummm….I, uh….”“Oh, come on,” Tanya said playfully. “We’re all friends here. Come on, Sam, help her out.”I put my arms around Vickie from behind, pulled her close and started undoing her blouse. She giggled.“Not sure I want to get naked in front of them,” she said.“Hell, why not?” I said, slipping the blouse off her shoulders and unsnapping her bra.Nick and Tanya, already naked, turned and headed for the water. It was too dark to see everything clearly, but I could make out the pale skin of their asses and of her chest when she turned toward shore. I felt my dick stiffen a little more.I pulled my shirt over my head and shucked off my shorts. Vickie had dropped her bra, and I couldn’t help but reach over and cup her breasts with my hands. She giggled again.“Stop it!” she said, although I could tell she didn’t really mean it.I kneeled down in front of her, hooked my thumbs in the waistband of her shorts and pulled them down. I wrapped my arms around her waist and buried my face in the lower part of her stomach, nuzzing the fur between her legs. My dick was getting really stiff.

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