Free Use Resort – Chapter 7 [cuckold] [bisexual] [voyeur]

CHAPTER 7

“Babe?” The room was dimly lit with fading sunlight filtering in from the balcony. “Leslie? Wake up.”

“What time is it?” She asked, stirring in the sheets.

“8:37. We fell asleep. Are you hungry?”

She nodded her head, stretching her arms out to the ceiling then rolled over putting her head on my shoulder. “You want to clean up a little then get something to eat?”

“I know I need a shower.”

“Go start the water then I’ll join you,” she said, then rolled back off me after kissing my cheek.

I stood on the balcony looking down at the pool as I waited for Leslie to finish getting ready. The pool was empty except for one couple lazily floating next to each other on rafts in one of the clover leafs. The bar was hoping though. There were at least 30 people in and around it. I could see one couple having sex and a guy was on his knees blowing another guy. I wonder what it would be like to get a BJ from a guy?

“I’m ready,” Leslie said, as she put her arm around my waist. She looked down at the bar, “Do you want to go there for dinner?”

“Nah, that looks too busy to eat. We might go there after if you want,” I said, putting my arm around her, pulling her close to me. I could smell the floral scent of her shampoo and breathed in deeper, trying to absorb into my lungs.

“Good, I was thinking the same thing. After the day we’ve had I feel like a nice romantic evening is in order. We got a little wild this afternoon,” she pulled me with her as we made our way from the balcony.

“I’d say we were pretty tame compared to most everyone else here. Wild for us though, yes.” We untangled from each other as we walked through the doorway into the room. I noticed her clothes as she walked in ahead of me, she wore a pair of white shorts that were almost cheeky with a brightly colored top that flowed over her body hiding it as much as revealing her curves. It looked perfect on her.

We walked to the same place we’d eaten dinner last night and breakfast this morning. As we were being seated I noticed a man under a table with his face between a woman’s legs, her dress covered his head but there was no question what was going on down there from the look on her face.

“Are you wearing a bra?” I asked as we sat down, her boobs seemed to move naturally under her shirt.

“No,” she said, picking up the menu as though it was something she did everyday. It wasn’t.

“Leslie? How come you’re not wearing it?” I said, shocked that she wouldn’t have it on.

“I didn’t feel like it. It’s nice sometimes to let the girls be free. I can never do this at home, we might run into someone we know. Here it doesn’t matter, I might be walking around naked at some point this week. Don’t you think?”

“I guess,” She knew I liked the idea of her showing off her body but we usually talked about it first, with me being the one trying to get her to wear something a little more risque.

“I thought you would like me going without a bra.”

“I do, definitely,” I said, looking from her eyes down to her breasts.

“Is it going to be hard for you to have a conversation with me?” She noticed where my eyes were looking.

“Nope, as long as you don’t mind me staring at your boobs I can carry on a conversation just fine,” I said, now being more obvious about where I was looking.

“Stop it,” she said with a laugh, swatting at my hand.

We ordered drinks and food. We talked and watched other people as we ate dinner. I stared at my wife’s tits, mostly when she wasn’t looking but she did catch me a few times.
We were ready to leave when a gentleman in navy slacks and a white button up shirt approached our table. He looked at our wrists then turned to the table across the aisle. I already noticed the couple earlier with her black wristband and his rainbow. They were older than us, much older, I’d put them mid to late 50’s. Both of them wore touristy outfits and were in decent shape for their age. He wore a pair of cargo shorts with an Hawian shirt. She wore a tie dyed strapless sundress. The wife looked to be sporting a new pair of fake boobs that were more perky than boobs ever should be. The two of them together clashed like black socks with sandals.

“Good evening sweetness. Have you taken the opportunity to try out this bracelet yet?” He asked, running a finger over the ebony stripe on her white freckled skin. His voice was low and he spoke so softly I needed to strain to hear him. Fuck, that British accent is going to have Leslie’s pussy dripping wet.

She blushed, “I have a few times.”
I stood to leave and Leslie waved me back into my chair as she watched to see what would happen.

“You must have enjoyed it if you’re wearing it tonight.” His finger left her wrist and moved to her cheek. He turned her head so she was looking at him then traced an invisible line down her cheek and neck.

“Yes. We both did.”

“Did he enjoy it or did he do it because you told him to do it?” His finger slid down to her cleavage where he caressed her breasts.

“A bit of both probably. He did it because I told him to but he enjoyed it.” He hooked his finger on her dress between her tits and pulled it down until both her boobs popped free of it.

“I am Wesley. I always like to know a lady’s name before I fuck her. What’s your name sweetness?” He moved his finger to her nipple closest to him and flicked back and forth over it.

“Carol. My husband is Bob,” she said, glancing at Leslie as she spoke.

Wesley turned to see what she looked at, “I didn’t realize we had an audience. My apologies. Carol, would you be so kind as to scoot your chair back and turn it to face our guests.”

“Oh that’s okay. You don’t need to do that. We were about to leave.” Leslie said as Carol moved her chair as instructed.

“Please stay. Maybe next time you will be wearing the black bracelet for me,” he said smiling at Leslie. I noticed his eyes devouring her as he spoke then looked at my wife to see how she was reacting to his lewd gaze of her body. She was turned in her chair almost facing him with her back straight and her chest out. Her right hand was twisting a strand of her hair.

“Maybe,” Leslie said, surprising me.

“Bob, come over here and push this table back,” Wesley said. He gave my wife a wink. “What is your name missy?”

“Leslie,” she said as Bob pushed the table away from his wife and Wesley
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“Bob, get on your knees for me right there facing your wife,” he said pointing to the space he cleared the table from. Wesley turned back to my wife. “Have you ever watched your husband suck a cock Leslie?” Wesley asked as he moved so that he was facing Bob with Carol on the chair between them looking straight ahead at Leslie.

How the hell did I get roped into this?

“No,”

“I bet you would like to see him do that, wouldn’t you, Leslie?” He unzipped his pants then reached his hand inside.

Oh fuck. Now she’s going to tell him that she wants to see me suck a dick.

“I would but he won’t do it.”

Well at least she said I wouldn’t, I thought as Wesley pulled out the biggest cock I’d ever seen in person. He held the tip up to Carol’s face. Without asking she began licking and kissing it then put her hand around it stroking him.

“Bob, help your wife get me hard so I can fuck her.” Carol put her other hand to the back of Bob’s head and pushed him close. He opened his mouth as she pushed his head forward onto Wesley’s big cock.

“Fuck that’s hot,” Leslie said, watching the three of them.

“It is, isn’t. You two need to wear your bracelets.”

I could see his cock growing hard as Carol and Bob worked together on it. It was so thick she couldn’t get her fingers all the way around it. My dick was throbbing in my pants and I was mesmerized watching them. Then a waiter magically appeared from thin air holding two plates. He stood watching the five of us with a confused look on his face.

“Could you take their food back to the kitchen and keep it warm for about 15 minutes. They’ll be ready for it then,” Wesley said to him.
He turned around without a word and walked away with the plates of food.

“Oh fuck that feels good. You should be proud of him Carol, he’s a good cock sucker. Fuck, if I let him do this much longer I would jizz in his mouth.” I could see by the look on Wesley’s face he was really enjoying it. Wesley was playing with Carol’s tits while her and Bob licked and sucked his cock and balls. I looked over to Leslie, one of her hands was out of sight under the table, from the way her arm moved I was sure she was rubbing herself.

“I’m ready to fuck you, stand up Carol,” he said, pulling his cock away from them. His cock must’ve been at least 10 inches long even with it curving up. When she stood he pushed her dress down to her knees and it fell to the floor. Now she stood in the middle of the restaurant naked except for the two inch wedge shoes on her feet.

“That’s better. A slag like you needs to be starkers when she’s fucked. You ready to watch your tart get fucked by my big John Thomas?” He asked, looking at Bob.

Leslie and I looked at each other. She mouthed “John Thomas,” and I shrugged my shoulders.

“Yes sir.” That was the first time we heard Bob’s mousy voice.

I looked around the restaurant, nearly everyone in the room was watching this young stallion with the older naked lady. Wesley put his hand between her legs rubbing her shaved pussy. I could hear how wet she was as his hand moved back and forth between her thighs. Carol moaned as she threw her head back.

“You’re a randy old slag. Bend over the table here,” he said as he twirled her around. She bent over for him, smashing her fake tits against the table top.

He picked up the leg nearest me, holding it out my direction to spread her open. I could see how wet she was with her swollen lips hanging between her legs. They glistened with her juices.

“Bob, hold her leg up so everyone gets a good shot of me shagging your wife.” Bob grabbed Carol’s ankle, holding her foot against his stomach.

Leslie leaned over the table for a better view as Wesley stroked his cock. I didn’t know how Wesley’s big cock would fit in Carol’s hole as I looked at the two of them. He slapped her wet pussy with the head of his cock twice then rubbed it up and down her slit until he found the spot he was looking for. Carol’s libia caressed his bulbous head then it disappeared into her.

“Oh fuck that’s big,” Carol groaned as it slipped deeper into her. He eased less than half his cock into her then stopped, letting her get used to his size. After a few seconds he pulled it back until just the head was in her then pushed in harder and deeper. Burying almost all of it in her.

“Oh fuck. That’s it. That’s all I can take,” she said, reaching behind her pushing against his stomach. All but the last inch was deep inside her hole. He held it there, keeping her stretched around his cock.

“Are you ready to get fucked now?” Wesley asked after a few seconds of his cock buried in her.

“Yes. Yes. Please fuck me,” she said, turning her face to us. I could see a look of pure ecstasy on her face as he pumped his cock in and out of her. He pounded his cock into her over and over within a couple of minutes we watched her cumming with a screaming orgasm. People moved from the tables to stand around in a crowd watching her take his black cock.

“Are you a black cock whore Carol?” He asked as a second orgasm was about to wash over her.

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Oh fuck, yes,” she answered.

I wasn’t sure if she was answering his question or if she was cumming on his cock.

I looked at Leslie, her eyes were locked on his cock as it ravaged Carol’s pussy. There was a white ring of her creamy cum on him near the base of his cock showing how far he reached into her. At least five minutes passed with him ramming his thick dick deep inside her with Bob holding her leg and watching.

“Please cum. Cum in me. Please. Please.”

“Did you hear that Bob? She wants me to fill her up with my baby batter.”

“Yes. Fill me up with it. I want to feel it shooting inside me,” she said, moving a hand down to her clit and rubbing it.

Wesley began groaning and slowed his pace. A few seconds later he let out a loud low growl and I could see his cock pulsating as he shot his load into her pussy. He held his cock in her until he finished cumming then slowly pulled back, letting his cock fall from her used pussy. She gaped open, I could see some of his jizz about to drip out of her as he took her leg from Bob and put her knee on the corner of the table.

“Stay right there so everyone can see your used pussy. Bob, get on your knees and clean up my cock.
He quickly got down on the floor in front of Wesley. Bob took his cock in one hand then started licking all the cum off it. A few people filed by looking at Bob and Wesley or Carol or all three. When Bob was finished cleaning his cock he moved under his wife’s pussy, licking Wesley’s cum from it.

Wesley put away his cock then turned to Leslie. “When you and Jeff are ready, come find me. I’ll give you a night you’ll never forget,” he said then took her hand from between her legs and kissed the back of it.
Leslie watched him walk away then looked back at Bob eating Carol’s pussy as she leaned over the table. Most of the crowd that gathered around to watch her get fuck already moved back to there seats with a few stragglers hanging around to watch Bob finish cleaning her pussy.
“You ready?” Leslie asked.

I nodded my head and we left, moving outside as we passed the waiter carrying two plates in the direction of Carol and Bob’s table

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