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Brenda and I were on holiday. We had really been looking forward to getting away from what had been a hectic year at work for both of us. Our hotel was right on the beach, about a twenty-minute walk from a small town, and we’d paid the extra for a gorgeous view of the bay, which we could enjoy with our breakfast on the room’s balcony every morning. On about day five of our stay, Brenda woke up, then woke me up, by rolling onto me and massaging my cock with her beautiful breasts until it was standing proudly to attention (which never takes long under her touch) then taking me in her mouth and sucking slowly and sensually for… well, I don’t know how long it was! I just laid there savouring her lips on me, not caring about time – or anything else – at that moment. We were only interrupted by a knock at the door and a man’s voice calling out, “Room service!”Brenda released me from her mouth only long enough to swivel around to straddle my mouth, thereby facing the door, and then say, “Come in!” before quickly sucking down on me again.I had to peer around her backside to catch the delightful look of surprise the tall young floor-waiter wore as he came in and caught the clear view of my full length embedded in Brenda’s mouth. The poor guy did an admirable job though, forcing his facial expression back to a professionally courteous smile as if he’d merely interrupted us reading a newspaper. Brenda slowly slid back up to the head of my cock and released me with a loud smack of her lips. “Just there on the balcony, please, Honey,” she said then let him watch her lick the sides of my shaft. He dutifully complied. Brenda stepped off me, strode over to her handbag beside the TV and fished out a note.“Here you are,” she said, standing stark naked in his way as the poor chap stepped back in from outside. She stood only inches away from him, gazing up at his quite handsome face. Her own face was only at about his chest height. I knew what that upward, slightly pleading look did for me and could imagine what this hapless guy must have been feeling right then, especially with her erect nipples almost touching his shirt.She was holding the note in her upward-pointing fingertips, between her 34 DD breasts. “I hope this is enough,” she said playfully, followed by, “Unless there’s something else you’d like?” rubbing the note over her nipples.“Um, er, um, no Madaam,” he stuttered, shakily reaching for the note. “This is fine, Madaam. Very generous. Thank you so much and… enjoy your breakfast Madaam, Sir.”“I’m sure we will,” I said in as friendly a tone as I could muster to ease his jangling nerves. “Thank you so much. Have a lovely day!”“Thank you, sir,” he replied. “You too, Sir, Madaam,” and after a polite nod, deftly left the room, making a valiant, if vain, attempt at concealing his haste.I gave Brenda a stern, school-masterly look. “You are SO going to purgatory when you die, you terrible tease!” I scolded. “Oh good!” she answered. “I’d hate to go anywhere without you!” We were still chuckling as we sat down for breakfast, wearing only open robes, and wishing a friendly ‘good morning’ to our neighbours as they emerged from their room. The husband made no attempt to hide his appreciation of Brenda’s near-nakedness. The wife returned our greeting but with a rather more disapproving look on her face. Back inside, preparing for a lazy day on the beach, I said, “I do love prudes though.”“You do?” asked Brenda, sounding surprised.“Well, yes,” I replied. “Without them, there would be no sense of being naughty, would there? Imagine how dull life would be then.” “That’s true!” agreed Brenda. “Never thought of that. Perhaps we should go and thank her.”“I suspect the message would fall on deaf ears, Darling. Have you got everything?”She had – and armed with our beach survival bag, we sauntered out to enjoy the sun.We spent the morning and early part of the afternoon cultivating our all-over tans, choosing opportune moments to apply the sun lotion; namely when some hunk or other was ogling Brenda’s tits and I would massage bahis siteleri the lotion into her to see if that produced a public erection which the voyeur would then have to fight to hide.This was about a year after our first venture into the swinging lifestyle. It had been wonderful for both of us. Had we been here before exploring that world, we would have been far better behaved – and missed out on so much fun. It had been a massive confidence boost for both of us and drawn us even closer together than before. We hadn’t thought that possible. But, you never stop learning!The beach stretched along the long curve of the bay and we decided that evening to take a stroll along to the far end where the golden sand met a beautiful green backdrop of woods. It was probably about a mile away. It was also to be a full moon that night which we thought would make for a magical moment.We’d had a light lunch, then spent the afternoon just chilling with a movie in the room apart from stepping out to the balcony from time to time for a smoke and a tea. On one of those times I’d knelt down to lick Brenda’s delicious pussy while she leaned back in the chair, hoping to be ‘caught’ by the neighbours again but they seemed to have gone out for the day. It didn’t stop Brenda cumming in my mouth though. God, how I love it when she does that!For our stroll, Brenda opted for just a sarong with nothing under it. I put on shorts and a T-shirt but no underwear either. We casually made our way along the water’s edge, holding hands and chatting as we went. “Looks like there’s something going on over there,” Brenda observed as we’d reached just over halfway. I peered to follow her gaze and saw a fire with a group of about fifteen or so people gathered around.We ambled towards them and could gradually hear that someone had brought a speaker. There was a fair bit of chatter and laughter which was pleasing. They were mostly young people in their twenties and thirties and were obviously enjoying the late afternoon. The sun would probably be setting in about an hour, we guessed. “Hi all!” we greeted them with as we approached, intending to pass by politely and carry on to the end of the bay which was not far off. Friendly waves, smiles and a few hearty hellos were returned to us. “They seem quite a friendly bunch,” I remarked. “Not to mention ‘damned attractive’ quite a few of them!”Nobody was naked – yet – but there was not much covering on anyone and a couple of women were already topless, dancing happily around the fire, clutching bottles. A few were sat slightly further back and one little trio was sharing a joint. “Where are you heading guys?” came a friendly female voice. “Oh, just down to the end and back to the hotel,” answered Brenda with a smile as she picked out who had asked. “Why not join us?” the woman suggested. “It’s such a beautiful spot right here. You’re welcome to share it with us.” Brenda and I looked at each other with eyebrows raised in silent question. “Well, why not?” I said.“Why not, indeed!” Brenda agreed. We thanked the woman and found a place to sit on the sand, against a big rock with the woods starting just behind it.Two beers were soon thrust into our hands by a smiling guy of about thirty wearing only swimming trunks who simply said, “Here you go, guys!” before gyrating off to join the dancers, followed by Brenda’s approving gaze.“They seem charming!” I observed.“Yes he does,” Brenda replied, a little vacantly, then screwing her eyes shut, shaking her head and correcting herself. “Yes, they do, I mean!”“Hah! Caught you!” I teased. As the sun lowered towards the horizon over the sea, the light from the fire took over illumination and we were joined in very pleasant chat by various guys and girls who would sit for a few minutes before getting up to dance again. Being sat beside so much flesh was certainly stimulating more than just our minds though. They had a freshness about them that told of a total ease with themselves; no hint of self-consciousness, including one with magnificent, naked canlı bahis siteleri tits that swayed and wobbled as she gesticulated with her hands while speaking, sitting inches from me. I struggled to concentrate on what she was talking about, much to Brenda’s knowing amusement. Then a rather more sad face approached us and sat down, introducing herself as Molly. A very pretty woman of about twenty-five, we wondered what could be stopping her from absorbing the care-free state everyone else seemed to be in. “I hope you don’t mind me joining you,” she said, almost apologetically.  “Not at all!” chimed Brenda and I in unison.  The usual small talk was mercifully brief and the conversation quickly deepened, soon giving us the pleasing sense of an intelligent and exploring mind which endeared her to us as much as her lovely face and figure did. At some point, our discussion turned to relationships; especially disappointing ones. Perhaps she’d been testing the ground having noticed our few extra years on her and hoping that meant extra wisdom. Brenda waited patiently and eventually saw her opening and asked, “If you don’t mind me asking, Molly, is everything ok? You seem a little down or something.” Molly discretely pointed out a certain young guy who was dancing around with a succession of different women. “That guy there,” she said. “That’s Ryan. He’s an asshole.” “There’s a lot of them about!” agreed Brenda and I. “Do you wanna tell us what happened?” Molly gave us a synopsis of the last few months during which Ryan, her boyfriend, had repeatedly talked down to her, belittled her in front of people, threatened to dump her and – she suspected – cheated on her, several times; Just generally treating her like crap. Brenda seethed on her behalf, as did I, though I have to admit I was rather distracted by her cute face, slender legs and very pleasing breasts; not quite as big as Brenda’s but filling her bikini very nicely. Long, brown, wavy hair hung halfway down her back.“With the way he talks to me,” Molly said, “I wonder sometimes why he bothers to be with me at all!” she said, shaking her head gently. “I think there may be a more important question,” I said.“What question is that?” asked Molly.“Well… I mean… don’t think me shallow here but, well… look at you!”Molly looked genuinely flattered but looked downwards as if trying to hide her smile. She looked very cute doing that.”So, the real question is, why do you bother to be with him?” Brenda and I began describing our lifestyle to her; gently and cautiously at first, without too much detail but added more as Molly’s curiosity grew and she seemed receptive to it. Molly said she’d heard and read about such things, but hadn’t been able to see herself taking part. But then, she had never met anyone who actually lived it and found our account of things intriguing.  Brenda was clear to make the point to her though, that we could only indulge in all this because of three important things; a deep love, strong mutual respect and trust. “And again, if it’s not too personal a question, Molly,” probed Brenda, “Can you say that you get those three things from Ryan?”“You know… what you’re describing is… kinda beautiful!” Molly answered. “That asshole really has no idea about any of this! He’s left me feeling all kind of… crappy! Like, I’m a nobody. So, to answer your question; no, I can’t,” she said dejectedly. “Dear Lord!” exclaimed Molly, outraged. “You’re such a beauty! No man should ever make you feel like that!” she went on, seeking out Ryan so she could look daggers at him. He was too busy to notice though, dancing flirtatiously with two topless women. “C’mon you,” ordered Brenda. “Why don’t we put him in his place!” “Umm, how?” asked Molly, looking slightly nervous but smiling.Brenda loosened her sarong and re-tied it at her waist, exposing her delightful orbs, and stroking them as if to welcome them to freedom. Molly gasped a little and giggled.  “Oh wow, Brenda!” she breathed. “You look amazing!”“As do you,” I said.“Off with that top, Molly,” canlı bahis commanded Brenda.  Molly hesitated, looking at me shyly. I flicked my eyebrows up and smiled. “I wouldn’t argue, Molly,” I jokingly cautioned. “She means business.” She giggled again and fought back her shyness as she reached around and loosened the strings, gingerly letting her boobs fall out of the fabric. I felt an instant stirring in my shorts. “Good girl,” said Brenda. “Now, c’mon. Let’s have a dance,” and with that, took Molly’s hand and led her out nearer the fire. Molly kept trying to keep her arms across her chest but Brenda was having none of it. “Revel in who you are, Molly!” she told her.To say ‘Brenda knows how to move’ would be a drastic understatement. Holding Molly’s hands away from her breasts, she took the lead, starting carefully but building her movements to become ever more sensual and erotic. Male and female eyes all around the fire were drawn to them, including Ryan who looked positively bewildered, and somewhat pissed-off, much to my amusement. I watched in happy wonder as Molly’s shyness gradually melted away following Brenda’s lead. The steadily increasing elation on Molly’s face was, as if I needed one, a reminder of how completely I loved Brenda.  A few songs into this, Brenda loosened her sarong completely and unwrapped herself, using the fabric then as part of the dance, stroking herself with it or whirling it around over her head. Molly’s face was a picture, especially when Brenda wrapped it around her and pulled her inwards, pressing her tits into Molly’s and drawing her into a snake-like undulation; their two bodies completely connected. Molly instinctively put her arms around Brenda’s waist to keep that going. The transformation happening before everyone’s eyes was mesmerising. Ryan looked on, hopelessly perplexed. “See what you have yet, you moron?” I whispered to myself, just as the sun disappeared below the horizon and the full moon rose to replace it. A slow song began playing. Brenda and Molly stayed locked together, their faces almost touching, eyes fixed into each other. Their slow rhythmic movements now looked ever more erotic. Even from where I was sitting, I could see Molly’s nipples were proudly erect, as was my cock! Cautiously, Brenda moved her lips to Molly’s mouth, pausing to check but finding no resistance, she kissed her gently as they continued to sway.  It was electric. Molly seemed to melt into Brenda, wrapping her arms more tightly around her waist and shoulder as the tentative kiss became a full-on, open-mouthed, tongue-dance. Everyone else carried on dancing but all eyes were on them. All were smiling. Except for Ryan. I didn’t know about anyone else but the sight of Molly’s and Brenda’s boobs squeezing into each other was turning me on like hell – as if I wasn’t horny already! Their smooching continued all the way to the end of the song and as the next one started, which was more upbeat again, they stopped dancing and just gazed at each other in the light of the flames for a beautiful moment before Brenda led her back over to me and they sat down again, Molly between us. Her expression had undergone a complete transformation.  “You look radiantly happy!” I smiled at her.  “Oh God, I am!” she answered, half laughing. “I can’t thank you both enough! I feel on top of the world right now.” She looked into my eyes and lingered a moment. “As you should!” I told her, with a smile. She turned to Brenda. “I’ve never kissed, or been kissed by a woman before,” she told her. “I’ve wondered what it would be like… but never actually tried.”“Well, I hope you enjoyed it!” replied Brenda then eyed her still stiff nipples and with a mischievous smile said, “Certainly seems like you did, anyway.”Molly giggled in slight, naughty embarrassment, half turning away from the gathering.  “Brenda…” she hesitated. “Oh hell! I can’t believe I’m saying this,” she said, cupping her face to hide the sudden return of what looked like embarrassment. “What is it, sweety?” asked Brenda placing a reassuring hand on her arm. “Well,” she began, hesitating again. “Would you mind… I mean… would it be ok if I kissed John too?” Brenda answered first by kissing her again before whispering in her ear, “Be my guest, sweety.”

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