1. Milestone, day 3


    Date: 6/30/2016, Categories: True Story, Cheating, Consensual Sex, Lesbian, Group Sex, Incest, Teen, Voyeur, Written by women, Author: iamscrwd, Source: sexstories.com

    For the second day in a row I woke up with having to gain my consciousness while attempting to clear my vision through the fog from a bit of too much imbibing. Thought for a second that maybe I was falling into the clutches of alcoholism, and then shook that idea off rationalizing that yesterday was my birthday, I deserved it. The thought of an unexpected consequence from my self-induced birthday present just flew through my mind, wondered for a second if there was a doctor who could prescribe a dose of morning after pill around. But after the initial fog dissipated, I felt good…a touch of my slightly swollen labia brought a satisfying smile to my face. Maybe I could save my son from having to satisfy my urges…as long as other…err, targets are available. Then again…my sinister gremlin whispered in my ear…maybe not! For the first time since arriving at the resort, I actually had a few hours that did not predicate the hunting for sexual opportunities. Kind of took a break, gave my libido a rest. Explored the resort away from the neighboring den of iniquity. The beach on the other side of the land spit was pristine, filled with tourists, young and old, all in a euphoric state. A sense of contentment washed over me. That contentment was interrupted by the feeling of an intruder upon my space as a shadow washed across me. It was the guy from last night. I did not want to see him…never again; he served his purpose last night…good riddance. Just as I was getting ready to tell him to ...
    go back to his wife…I did not have to. She arrived in force. Angrily getting his attention with a hard smack to his face, then pushing him hard in the direction of resort. Screaming, mostly towards me, “Get your sorry ass away from that whore!” My smile broke into a chuckle. Her hands went to her hips and if eyes could kill, I would have been tulip food in a heartbeat. Could not help myself. I raised my hand using my thumb and forefinger illustrated a gap purposely exaggeratedly short to imply her husband had an inconsequential dick. I shrugged and jerked my head in his direction. She flustered, turned bright red…then her expression passed into a slight confused look. In a surprising flip, she said, not with anger, but with a slight degree of humor, “Well it might be small…but it is mine”. I let out a small laugh. “Yeah…it is all yours…don’t worry”. Somehow, with the absence of her husband, yet maybe because of a mutual knowledge regarding her husband…there was a smidgen of bond, an understanding, an opening of a channel. “Is it really that small?” Should I tell her the truth? Or let her believe it really is that small, because in actuality he was just shy of average from what I could tell. Bigger than my husband, for sure…but much smaller than…have to stop thinking about him that way, you know whom. “Well…” was all that came out of my mouth. “Yeah…maybe I guess it is. My friends husband seems to fill out his swim suit much more than my husband.” She said almost whimsically, ...
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