Lizzie In Barbados, Part 2

On the first day of the reggae festival, Lizzie and I decided we'd have a lazy morning (although in fairness every morning we were there so far had been lazy - the only exertion being a quick swim before breakfast and, of course, a considerable amount of fucking - I've always been a "morning person" in that regard. Lizzie is more of an "anytime at all person", so it works out.

After a leisurely poolside lunch, we changed out of our swimwear and headed out. 

It was hot, and Lizzie had chosen to wear a pair of white linen trousers - loose, airy, and stylish - think 1980s Miami yacht club - except at her ass, where they fitted like a glove, showing off her amazing rear end and tight enough so that the tiny white thong she wore was the only way to avoid a case of visible panty line, which Lizzie hates.

The trousers were paired with a thin black halter top with wispy, delicate straps over Lizzie's golden, tanned shoulders.

Finally, Lizzie wore open-toed sandals with a slight rise and a faux-diamante strap that sparkled under any sort of light once dusk drew in.

Lizzie has small tits and often doesn't wear a bra, so she didn't on that evening - I really love her going without a bra, it's so exciting to see evidence of her arousal when her nipples push against the fabric of her clothes.

Lizzie wore some simple gold drop earrings and a matching bracelet.

Things being much more straightforward for me, I pulled on a pair of Bermuda shorts and a white shirt and we headed out.

The festival was adjacent to our hotel and after a short queue we were in, cocktails in hand, happily seated on stools at one of the many outdoor pop-up bars, listening to the music and watching the band on the stage maybe 50 feet away.

As the sun set the place filled up rapidly and the pace and volume of the music rose accordingly. 

I was feeling quite drunk, with the heat and the never-ending cocktails, and I could see from Lizzie's flushed face that she was too. 

Grinning, and nodding in the direction of a young couple dancing slowly, locked in an embrace, mouths pressed together, my wife said, "Have you noticed that there is a certain lack of, well, inhibition among the younger crowd?"

I hadn't really been paying attention, so I looked more closely at the couple and saw that the man had his hand firmly on his woman's ass, moving it in slow circles, but coming back to rest always between her thighs, her short skirt stretching as he pushed the fabric in between her legs, clearly managing to touch her cunt as he did so.

Each time he touched her, her bare legs trembled a little. As they rotated slowly into profile, I could see that the young man had a large bulge in his black formal trousers.

As I stared, Lizzie grabbed my hand and said, as softly as she could over the music, "Look behind me, in the corner."

My own cock stirring, I looked over my wife's shoulder. The light from the stage fell dimly there but I could clearly see another young couple, sitting on the grass, backs to a tree, kissing passionately. I jumped a little and focused - yes - she had his cock in her hand. 

For his part, he had a hand all the way up her dress. I couldn't see from where I was, but I was sure that he was fingering her cunt.

Lizzie turned her head and we both openly stared, transfixed. I'm sure that the couple was too busy to notice us, and I soon forgot any reticence I may have had as the girl stopped kissing her partner, wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and, with her chin on his shoulder, eyes closed, pushed her legs straight out in front of her, opening them without a care as she did so.

Lizzie and I kept watching.

"Is she..?" asked my wife, in a dreamy, slightly drunk, aroused voice.

"Yes.", I said, "She's cumming, I'm certain - listen."

We strained our ears and both clearly heard a feminine cry of pleasure leave the girl's parted lips, her head thrown back, holding her weight off the ground with her arms around her lover's neck.

As we watched she collapsed limply back against him, her head on his shoulder once more, eyes closed.

The man withdrew his hand from between her legs and, casually, wiped both sides thoroughly on her dress, before getting shakily to his feet, zipping his fly, and wandering off without a word, bottle of beer back in his hand.

"A gentleman", smiled my wife, but I knew she was turned on. Casual encounters that are purely about making the other orgasm and then going your separate ways without a second thought are very much something Lizzie enjoys.

Crossing and uncrossing her legs several times, perched on her bar stool, a focused look on her face as she scanned the throng in front of us, I could see Lizzie getting more aroused. I was delighted to see the outline of her nipples showing clearly through her thin top.

Standing, my wife held her hand out to me and took me into the middle of the dancers, where she wrapped her arms around me. 

My dancing is awful, but it barely mattered as Lizzie pushed against the lump in my trousers, moving with the fast beat, the loud bass vibrating in my chest as the lights from the stage swept over us, illuminating us like a searchlight for a brief second moment every few seconds.

My cock was pressing into her tummy, then, as she turned and bent, into her amazing ass.

With her back to me, grinding her ass into my crotch, Lizzie looked over her shoulder and said, "Make me cum - do it here."

My cock grew fully hard immediately, and Lizzie felt it, moaning a little and pushing back harder.

I reached around Lizzie's hip and pressed two fingers firmly against her cunt through her clothes as she parted her legs and bent her knees a little. 

She was leaning back into me now, her hands piling her hair on her head as she does when she's really into the dancing, eyes closed as her hips swayed and her ass ground against my cock. Lizzie was making sure my bulge nestled between her ass cheeks and it felt amazing.

With a thrill, I realised we were being watched. 

There was a younger man, nondescript, unmemorable, but with such intense eyes, fixed firmly on my wife as she approached orgasm, that I couldn't tear my own gaze away from him.

I whispered in Lizzie's ear, "You have an admirer".

Opening her eyes just as the man took a couple of steps forward, Lizzie too made eye contact with him and groaned aloud. Lizzie absolutely loves to be watched, particularly when she cums.

I intensified the strength and speed of my rubbing, and Lizzie's legs started to shake as her breathing grew irregular. We were both staring at the stranger, who was now about 10 feet away, separated from us by thronging bodies, meaning he kept having to move slightly to retain line of sight.

He was moving slowly, inexorably towards us as if in a trance.

Just as he made it within inches of my wife, she came.

I held her tightly, an arm around her waist, as I felt her breathing deeply, her heart hammering away in her chest. 

The moment she began to cum, the stranger reached out and gently put her hand on her cheek in an oddly tender gesture. 

I was a little confused by it but it drove Lizzie over the edge again and this time she really did need my support as her legs wobbled, her eyes still locked on the stranger's.

As his face moved inexorably closer to Lizzie's, I realised that he was going to kiss my wife.

Lizzie was way ahead of me, and clearly caught up in the moment, she draped her arms around his neck, her ass still against my aching cock, and, parting her lips, kissed the stranger deeply, passionately. 

I was so turned on I nearly came myself, but I just managed to get myself under control and pressed more firmly against my wife's back as she and the stranger explored each other's tongues, eyes closed.

I felt rather than saw the stranger drop his hand between their bodies, and I fervently hoped he was going to do what I thought he might.

Sure enough, Lizzie moaned, a muffled sound as she didn't stop kissing him, and pushed back hard against me at the initial shock of his hand on her trouser crotch, then quickly began to grind against the pressure he was applying.

I moved slightly to my right so I had a clear view over my wife's brown shoulder. The stranger had stopped rubbing her through her trousers and was urgently pushing his hand under the waistband, the resistance frustrating him from reaching his goal.

I reached around Lizzie with both hands, brushing against the rock-hard lump in his trousers as I did so with the back of my hand.

I unhooked the fastener at Lizzie's waist and pulled the zip fly down, parting the material and giving the stranger free access.

Almost frantically, he shoved my hands hard to each side to get them out of his way, then slid his whole hand inside my wife's panties.

Now Lizzie did stop kissing him, briefly, as she made a small yelping noise and sucked in air, her head back and eyes closed.

"Fuck..", she breathed, hoarse, "that's good."

I moved my arms back around her waist and supported her, watching as the stranger's forearm and wrist moved urgently - faster and faster.

"How many fingers?", I muttered into Lizzie's ear.

"God. 3? Maybe 4..fuck"

I know the sound of my wife's wet cunt intimately and I'm sure I could hear it even over the music as she came on his fingers, very hard.

Lizzie's legs went and she was trembling all over. I held her up, her entire weight collapsed against me, her body like jelly - hard to hold on to, but I kept her on her feet as she experienced a multiple orgasm of epic proportions. 

Lizzie had just cum and she'd start to build again as soon as her cunt stopped contracting. This went on for some minutes until it was clear my gasping, panting, sweating wife needed to stop and recover.

Realising this, the stranger withdrew his fingers from my wife's cunt and took his hand out of her panties, slowly licking her cum, silver in the strobes, from himself as we watched him.

Not bothering to fasten her trousers, Lizzie gathered them at her waist in one fist and, lust all over her face, looked at the stranger, turned, and walked briskly into the gloom at the back of the festival field, her beautiful ass swaying enticingly as she went.

The stranger and I watched her go, and then he looked at me, questioning.

"Yes. Please, go ahead, she wants you", I said.

Almost at a run, he followed my wife into the darkness. I waited a couple of minutes, re-arranging my throbbing cock inside my trousers, and set off after them.

I hadn't gone far when I heard my wife moaning and giving small grunts every few seconds, which I knew from long experience were in time with the thrusts of someone fucking her.

I could also hear a man, his breathing loud and fast, accompanied by an almost continuous low moan.

As I moved closer I could hear skin slapping on skin.

Suddenly, I could see them.

Lizzie was bending over the bonnet of a parked car, propped on her elbows, hands clasped, head down and hair falling onto the metal beneath her.

She was standing on the bumper, her ass pushed high into the air, her legs as far apart as the width of the car would permit.

Lizzie's trousers were discarded on the grass and her tiny panties were around her right ankle.

The stranger was standing on the grass between my wife's legs, his hands holding her hips so tight that I could see the reddening of her skin where he gripped her.

His cock was buried in Lizzie's cunt, and she was pushing back now, her hands stretched out in front of her, palms flat on the windscreen, using it for leverage. 

As hard as Lizzie pushed back, the stranger thrust forward, and when his midriff met her ass there was a loud slap.

He was fucking her very fast, and very hard.

Lizzie glanced over, sensing my presence, and came as soon as we locked eyes - she knows how much it turns me on to watch her and it's mutual.

When her next orgasm overtook her, Lizzie dropped her head again and stopped moving and I knew from the noise the guy was making that she was crushing his cock with her incredible cunt muscles as she came. 

Almost immediately the stranger leaned closer to Lizzie and asked her a question. It was the first time he'd spoken, and what he said was, "Shall I cum in you or over you?"

Hoping she would, I heard my wife say, quickly, "In me."

There was no more thrusting.

The cords on the stranger's neck bulged and he dragged my wife hard against him with the vice-like grip he had on her hips.

Lizzie sighed, which turned into a prolonged groan as he emptied himself into her cunt.

When, a few moments later, he pulled his cock out of my wife, a stream of thick white cum followed it and fell noisily to the metal of the bonnet before running off onto the grass.

I was about to help Lizzie down and take her to the hotel to relive the experience, as we always do, but then.....but then..

I needed this. I pulled my own throbbing cock out, surprising my recovering wife as I rammed into her and fucked her hard.

I don't know or care if she came - this was all about me. 

I do know that the feel of the stranger's hot cum sliding down my cock as it leaked from my wife's cunt was incredible and that when I came myself I almost blacked out.

Less than an hour later I was going down on Lizzie, her fingers twisted into my hair as she pulled me against her and relived the evening for me in as much detail as she could remember.

I could taste the mixture of my cum and the strangers, and Lizzie's cunt was open, swollen, and wet, and it was heaven.