Michael and Amy spent a quiet dinner together, sharing a lovely bottle of wine in the outdoor Italian restaurant.  The sunset was inspiring, and as darkness descended a romantic aura enveloped the two.  Out of discretion they talked about anything but the events of the day, Michael’s indiscretions with Ali, and Amy’s reaction and request.

Michael was still trying to process everything that had happened.  As he pondered the last thirty-six hours, he was overwhelmed by the whirlwind of events.  His first catching a glimpse of Ali, so fetching in her skimpy suit.  His furious fucking of Amy, the lust in him fueled by the image of the young woman he had ogled.  His chance encounter with her the next morning.  The flirting and growing attraction between them.  The convenience of Amy’s spa day.  The intensity of their coupling.  The dirtiness of their fucking in Michael and Amy’s suite.  His rush to cover up by making sure housekeeping performed a thorough cleaning. The second sin in the cabana.  And Amy’s reaction.  It was all nearly more than he could take, his nerves still somewhat raw and yet his emotions riding high.

After dinner, they retired to the bar for a nightcap.  Amy was people-watching, looking out for Ali but also checking out the other attractive people around them.  It was indeed an attractive crowd, and the women were all dressed to reveal abundant skin and in clothes that flattered their slender forms.  From time to time, she would lean in and in a low, conspiratorial whisper point out a woman.  She would tell Michael that the target of her regard was attractive and hot and ask him if he agreed.  At first, he was hesitant to respond, but Amy persisted, and he agreed with her assessment.  Then, Amy would lean in and whisper in his ear, “I bet you’d like to fuck her, that you would do it if you had the chance.  Wouldn’t you?”

Michael again was loath to engage, but she pressed him, finally breaking his resistance.  Thus was a little game established.  As they gazed at the female patrons, Amy’s questions became deeper and more direct.  What do you find most attractive about her?  Tell me what you think she would be like in bed.  Is she a soft moaner or a screamer?  Does she like it slow and romantic, or is she a dirty girl?  Would she cheat on that handsome man she’s with? 

Michael warmed up and began to actively engage in this game, responding descriptively.  Amy upped the ante by asking him how he would fuck her, where, what positions, where he would cum.  Michael could tell Amy was getting really turned on, her skin flushed with the glow that he knew so well.

They paid the bar tab and Michael took Amy by the hand and led her to the pool area.  They stood at the edge of the deck overlooking the ocean.  Moonlight danced on the water as a soft breeze rustled the palms.  Michael stood behind Amy and hugged her tightly.  She could feel the growing bulge in his pants as he pressed his hips into her backside.  His hands traveled up her stomach and cupped her breasts through her sheer dress.  He could feel that her nipples were already standing erect, and she breathed out audibly.

Amy turned and kissed Michael deeply.  “Take me there.”

“Where?”

“To the cabana. Where you fucked her.”

Michael grabbed Amy’s hand again and led her through the maze of seating toward the cabanas where Ali had led him just a few hours ago.  His heart began to race, and his cock was straining against his pants.  They entered the cabana and drew the curtains.  He turned and they embraced, their tongues dancing a familiar tango, but this time with more urgency than normal.  She pressed against him and each could feel the heat from the other’s body.  Amy’s erect nipples pressed through her sheer bra and dress and his shirt.  Michael’s erect cock pressed back against Amy’s midsection.

“Tell me,” Amy said, a hint of pleading in her voice.  “Where? How?  Show me.”

Michael led her to the chaise where just a short while back his swim trunks had dropped to his ankles and Ali had mounted him.  As he told the story, Amy gently pushed him into a seated position, raised her dress up on her legs, and straddled him.  Her thong was already soaked.  Urging him on, she continued to plead for more details.  Michael described every minute, every feeling, every surge of lust and emotion.  Ali’s youthful body, her incredible wetness, how tight she was, and the near desperation in her riding him.

Amy was rubbing her clit furiously, having moved her thong aside to expose her naked lips, now swollen with desire and dripping with wetness.  Michael continued, and as the tale unfolded, she reached forward, unzipped his fly, and freed his cock.  It stood up proudly, a large amount of precum oozing out of the tip.  Amy used it to lubricate as she slowly stroked his shaft with one hand while continuing to rub her clit with the other.  She was staring directly into his eyes as the story approached its climax.  When Michael described how he erupted inside Ali, coating her with his cheating cum, Amy erupted herself, her hand releasing from his cock so that she could bite down on her arm, just as Ali had, to muffle her screams.  Her entire body shivered and trembled with the force of her own climax, and Michael held her close until the tremors calmed.

Michael had been close to orgasm himself as he recounted shooting his jism into his little concubine, but Amy had stopped stroking him right at his edge as she crashed.  He felt like he would explode if he didn’t cum, and he grabbed her as if to move her onto his throbbing cock, painful in its need to release.  Amy pushed away, though, and began to stand, having to steady herself on Michael’s shoulders as mild aftershocks continued to seize her.  She was panting but managed to push out a few words.

“No.  I want you to save it.  For Ali.”

Michael groaned but understood.  Amy was right. He had already cum four times today, and he needed whatever his body had left for his illicit lover.  He stood, stuffed his wounded member back into his pants, and zipped up.  The bulge was quite visible, and he adjusted it as best he could.  It was a struggle for him to divert his mind to try to reduce the swelling before they returned to the hotel itself.

Amy and Michael smoothed their clothes and hair and did their best to look normal before exiting the cabana.  Michael drew back the curtains and the couple walked away and around the corner.

They practically ran into Ali.