Vicki was about to drift off to sleep, still lying beside Earl, his arms wrapped around her. Suddenly she felt the palm of his hand slap her ass, firmly, but not really painfully. “ Get up!, fucking makes me hungry, they have a very nice little restaurant here, but we need to get cleaned up a bit, don’t you think ?”, he barked with a laugh. Of course, he meant getting cleaned up together. Hardly anything was done in private. She rolled off the bed and followed him to bathroom. He already had the water running in the shower. He soaped her up first. Paying careful attention to her tits, spending more time than necessary soaping them up with his bare hands,then her stomach, and then moving lower to her crotch, spending more time than needed there too. She had to take his hand at one point. And tell him to please be more gentle, she was awfully sore after the pounding he gave her, although the warm water did feel good, she would rather soak in a hot bath. When he finished, it was her turn. She knew what he wanted, what he expected from her. She started with his chest, soaping him up from below his neck down to his stomach, rubbing with her hands round and round his chest and nipples, working lower down towards his stomach. As she washed him, she noticed how taught his abs were, really no flab at all. When she reached his cock, she knew there was no need in avoiding it and it immediately sprung to attention at her touch. Totally soft to start, she felt it harden and grow to the point her fingers wouldn’t quite reach around it. Not wanting to deal with it again so soon, she soaped up her hands and moved to his balls. They hung much lower than her husbands. When he fucked her they really slapped against her ass. She tried to turn her thoughts elsewhere, not pleased at the tingling between her own legs. She quickly moved behind him, working on his back first, moving down towards his ass next. She didn’t linger there, as he did on her own,but she did rub both cheeks with her hands, taking note of how tight his glutes were. Once she had him dried off, he told her to finish getting ready. He wanted her made up and looking her best so he could show her off. Suddenly it struck her. “ We’re wearing clothes to eat aren’t we ?” “Of course not” Earl answered. “Why would we ?” Vicki recoiled at the thought. She thought quickly and said “at least let me wear the bottoms to a swimsuit I brought along, please” she pleaded. Earl looked her over, standing naked before him. “I don’t know why you’d want to cover that body up, but ok, this time. Till you get more comfortable in your surroundings”. Vicki went to her suitcase and dug out the bikini bottoms. They didn’t offer much coverage, but at least it was something. She slipped into the bathroom to put them on. Looking in the mirror, she realized she needed a trim, and she hadn’t brought a razor. Sheepishly she stepped into the room. “Did you bring a razor”. Earl glanced down at her pubes spilling out from the sides of the bikini bottoms. “Yeah that’s not a nice look at all, looks better without em.” “Please”, you said I could wear them.” As he continued to look, he answered, “I brought one, but its an old style double edge Gillette, You’d probably slice yourself to pieces. I’ll go see what they have in the gift shop in the lobby.” She didn’t bother telling him that’s what she grew up using.She had sliced her legs up a few times and knew to be very careful, especially when giving herself a bikini trim. But anything to delay the inevitable.
When he returned he had an overpriced ladies slim style razor, shaving cream with Aloe (what a nice touch), and also a few other items in the bag. Wear this tonight too, since you won’t go naked, as you should. She looked inside and found a very sheer, see through black mesh cover up that matched the color of the bottoms. the length fell almost to her ankles. also in the bag was a pair of gold hoop earrings, and a gold chain necklace. She took the package and disappeared into the bathroom. She carefully trimmed her bush so that the hairs no longer protruded from around the leg bands. She removed just enough, as she had long ago when she wore skimpy, for her, swimsuits. she liked her bush, as did her husband. She then pulled the bottoms on, put on the sheer cover up, then the ear rings and necklace. Looking at herself in the mirror, she thought she looked like a cheap hotel whore. The cover up hid nothing, her tits and nipples were clearly visible, as were her butt cheeks from the back. She almost decided to strip it all off and go naked. But as she checked herself out in the full length mirrors, she decided it did help with some of the ‘flaws” she saw brought on by age. But then she thought to herself,”what the fuck do I care”. She ran a brush through her long hair, touched up her make up and walked out into the room. Earl was waiting. When he saw her his eyes brightened and he exclaimed “damn, look at you.” She didn’t say anything, but like all women, she appreciated the approval in his voice.
Earl had secured one of the golf carts provided by the resort to get around in. Of course, he was naked, head to toe. His cock started spring to attention when he saw her. He did nothing to hide it as they loaded up in the cart. He drove slowly through the village, Naked couples, and mostly naked men, paid close attention as they passed. She knew she was getting approving looks, even though she was, compared to the rest, dressed. To save her life, she couldn’t ride along with the disgusted scowl on her face that she felt she should have, it just didn’t fit her personality. She felt her face muscles easing, not quite a smile came over her features, but neither was she frowning.
At the restaurant, her “cover up” did little to cover the embarrassment she felt as they were seated. God, she glanced at Earl walking in naked. Thankfully, she thought, his hard on had subsided to just a “semi”. All the men were completely naked. She noticed that although none of the other women had their breasts covered, some were wearing bottoms of some sort,frilly, skimpy, Victoria’s Secret panties seemed a popular choice, maybe she could suggest that to Earl on subsequent nights out. After they were seated, a waitress,wearing nothing but a tiny g-string took their drink order. Vicki decide to just have wine, Earl a scotch. Maybe if he got drunk enough he wouldn’t be able to perform and she’d be left alone ?. As they had their drinks, she noticed the stares. Guys started dropping by, introducing themselves, first names only, and made no effort to hide the fact they were checking her out. Of course, they spoke first to Earl, but then their eyes were all on her, her tits had just as well been bare like all the the others. A time or two, or more, she heard the men ask Earl, “will you two be playing?”. The question, at first was lost on her, but when she heard him respond, “we haven’t decided yet” it suddenly dawned on her what was being asked. This was a “swingers” resort, as it had been boldly advertised. Surely he had no intention on making her have sex with other men. or women. She felt a sudden pang in her stomach. But why wouldn’t he expect her to ?. It had never come up, it had been just him before. She put the thought out of her mind as she took another drink of her wine and noticed the activity around all the other tables, as if deals were being made. Earl was noticing too. Sitting beside him, she suddenly felt his hand on her exposed leg under the table. Without hesitating he moved between her legs, and she felt it. The long bony finger, working back and forth, up and down her slit. She cringed,and tried to close her legs, but he forced them back apart, giving himself room for the lewd act. She didn’t try to stop him again, it would have been useless, and she didn’t want to ignite his anger later.He continued as they waited on their meal. Over another round of drinks, he asked her what she thought of the “getaway” he had chosen. “well, its certainly a new experience for me, eye opening, I’ll have to say’. But I never would have chosen it myself.” His eyes dancing, Earl replied, well we’ll see what you think at the end of the week, and maybe you can pick a place next time”.
At that Vicki thought, he never intends to let this go. She felt him take her hand and place it on his cock. She knew what to do. As he was had done to her, she lightly wrapped her fingers around his shaft, and moved her hand up and down along its length. She felt it growing beneath her touch, taking one finger, she placed it on the lower side, and starting at his ball sack, ran it lightly along the shaft to the tip of his penis, around the mushroom head, and back to his balls, then taking her hand, she lightly tickled his hairy scrotum. Looking across the room, beneath the other tables, she knew her actions could be seen by others too. She felt terribly embarrassed, but what could she do ?. She didn’t know how long she should continue, how excited she should get him, here in the restaurant. Thankfully, just before she was sure he was about to burst, he took her hand and laid it in her own lap. Over a couple more drinks apiece, they ate their meal. Earl being very attentive to her, as if he was almost worshiping her as he eyed her closely. It made her uncomfortable being watched so closely, so admiringly. As they got ready to leave, he stood up, moved behind her, and helped pull her chair back. “My oh my, what a gentleman he is”, she thought to herself, sarcastically. As they made their way out of the restaurant, she felt the eyes of most of the males following her. Earl noticed too, as he watched them admiring his “catch”. Surprisingly, he drove them back to the room without having an accident. Parking the cart, he walked around, and helped her out. His cock was already hardening again. He opened the door, and they stepped inside the darkened room.
He closed the door, and then took her by the arm, turning her to face him.The light coming through the too sheer drapes helped illuminate the room a bit, giving it an almost romantic allure. He stood gazing at her body,standing before him in the all but invisible article of clothing. His arousal was evident. He reached towards her, unties the wrap at her waist, then reaching up, slid it off her shoulders. It dropped at her feet. For someone who had been blackmailed, and forced ibto her current situation, her body body continued to betray her. She knew what was about to happen to her again. Was it fair to call it rape ? Of course it was she reasoned. Just because her body reacted to the physical pleasure exerted on her, and which she admitted, she participated in, it wasn’t something she had desired. or would she have ever gone seeking it. Just as long, long ago when a teenage boyfriend had forced himself on her after she told him no repeatedly, and still he got on top of her, trapping her, and had his way with her, that time her body had betrayed her, and she had multiple orgasms as he stimulated her pleasure zones. She knew then it was purely a physical reaction that she couldn’t help. just as it was now. She was sure. Nevertheless, she could feel the tingling in her loins, feel her wetness building between her legs. Merely a physical reaction she told herself as Earl stared at her, leered at her. As they stood there, she reached into the waistband of her bottoms, pulled them over her hips and let them drop to the floor.It was what was expected, right?.
Earl stepped closer, bent down and kissed her. A long, deep, lingering, passionate kiss. She felt her nipples hardening, felt his organ hardening against her leg. She was about to be raped again, she told herself as he led her over to the bed. This time there was no prolonged foreplay. no roughness, no force. Earl lay down on the bed on his back. His big cock pointing straight up. Without a word being spoken, Vicki climbed on top, easing his hot, throbbing member into her waiting orifice. She let out a gasp as she took it all in, sitting on top of him, his cock buried in her. She began to hump him, moving her hips forward, then back, as if she were riding a bucking bronco. A little smile parted her lips as she thought about the positions name.”Cowgirl” she’s always heard. She understood how it got its name. As a teen at camp, she had ridden horses all summer. The action of them loping along, with her on their back was exactly the same. Except she rode Earl harder. Bucking harder, and faster back and forth. She would go as long as she could and then stop, taking a breath and giving herself, and Earl a moment to recover. Then she would start over. Over and over again, she rode him in the same pattern, until not able to take it any longer, Earl grabbed her hips and started bouncing her up and down on his red hot cock. She quickly joined in the rhythm. He’d lift her up, his hips rising to bury himself in her, as he withdrew, she collapsed on his cock, It didn’t take long before he grabbed hold of her hips and didn’t let go, holding her there, his cock fully buried inside her. They both came at the same time in an explosive orgasm. Vicki leaned forward, laying on his chest as waves and waves of orgasmic rushes assault her body. Earl grabbed her ass and held her there as his chest heaved heavily as he struggled to catch his breath. Vicki became concerned that the old man may be having a heart attack. She rolled off him, his still hard cock going “plop” as she pulled it out of her wet, throbbing cunt. She looked at him with concern. He returned her look with a smile. “Your not getting rid of me yet”, he said as he popped her on the ass. Raped again, she thought to herself as she slapped his stomach with the palm of hand, rolling off the bed as she did. Without a word, she went into the bathroom and started running a bath. She needed to sit in a hot bath after the last couple of days, letting the warm water sooth her burning, sore cunt and her aching ass. She didn’t bother locking the door. Why would she anyway ? There were certainly no secrets between them.
Earl left her be. He needed time to think. To plot. Vicki seemed to be enjoying herself, he thought. She was certainly taking the initiative without having to even be coaxed, He liked that. It was just the way he had always imagined her. He wondered if she was going to take to what he had planned next so easily ? It didn’t matter really. She’d go along, she had no choice.
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