1. Irene's story - Chapter 8 - adventure at La Mar Bella nude beach


    Date: 8/17/2015, Categories: Cuckold, Author: submissivemom72, Rating: 15, Source: LushStories

    liter bottle of rum and a 1.75 liter bottle of vodka on the dresser with assorted soft drinks and orange juice. Yes, this had all he appearance of a room occupied by two nineteen year old college students who were on spring break and were hell bent to spend their week filled with drunkenness and debauchery. And I had inadvertently fallen into their web of sexual misconduct. By entering their room, I had consented to being their play thing in whatever combination of sexual deviations they proposed. I was scared, nervous, anxious and very, very excited at the prospect of this afternoon's fun. It was obvious that the maid had not cleaned the room yet, so I hung the 'privacy please' sign on the outside door handle. I did not want our fun interrupted. Albert grabbed the ice bucket and headed out to the ice machine leaving me alone with Eric. I poured myself a large glass of wine, my third of the day, and waited for Albert's return. Eric smiled at me, studying my face and shape as he nodded his approval. Without uttering a sound, he conveyed a genuine appreciation of my beauty. I stood in front of him, sipping my wine, posing for his gaze. I felt pretty and sexy. Albert returned with the ice. Eric made himself a rum and coke, Albert made himself a vodka orange juice. I walked over and locked the door to the room. Eric and Albert jabbered in German, laughing as they looked over at me. I knew that I was the subject of the discussion, but their German was too fast for me to understand ...
    precisely what was being said. I assumed they were deciding who was going to do what to me, and in what sequence. It was weirdly exciting to be discussed like that without knowing what was being said. I finished my wine and poured myself a fourth glass of merlot finishing the bottle. I must confess, two glasses of wine is truly my limit; but this afternoon I wanted to anesthetize all guilt and conscience; and my head was spinning now. I wanted an excuse to behave very badly with these two young German studs. I wanted an excuse to act like the nasty little slut I was. My fourth glass of wine within two hours provided me the excuse I sought. I could behave badly because I was drunk. I realized the huge flaw in my logic even as I proposed it; nonetheless, I wanted the fourth glass of wine to exonerate me for the evil sins I was about to commit. My cell phone kept 'binging' relentlessly. Oscar was in a near panic, pleading with me to tell him what I was doing; what was going on around me. The latest text said simply, 'Irene, please. talk to me.' I could not decide if his pleading was cute or pitiful, or both. I knew he was beside himself wondering what I was up to today. I looked at the clock; it showed 13:30 hours, or 1:30 p.m. I knew Oscar was trapped in his teleconference, in his office. I took a photo of myself in the mirror. I had my sun dress on, but you could see Eric drinking his rum and coke in the background. The two unmade twin beds left no doubt I was in a hotel room ...
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