A Hotwife Bares it All by Parker Hardison

Author:Parker, Hardison
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-07-18T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 5

I found Martin just after 1 p.m. asleep on a lounge chair. Luckily he took my advice and liberally applied sunscreen so his burn was only slightly painful. We both laughed as he fell asleep with the lotion bottle on his stomach leaving an interesting tube shape of white skin.

“Let’s get some lunch, that massage made me hungry.”

Martin laughed. “No doubt it did. Come on, there is a jerk wagon not too far from here, you can tell me all about it over some local food.” I was skeptical at first that the wagon would have any quality food but the chicken was flavorful, with juices running from the meat as soon as I pierced it with the tiny white plastic fork. The fries were a bit undercooked, but my hunger was satisfied, for the moment. As I told Martin about the massage, he smiled. I could tell he was aroused. The few tables around the cart were empty so I scooted my chair next to him and reached into his pants, straightening out his erection. Martin isn’t large or thick, but he is big enough to get uncomfortable squeezed beneath his shorts. I began slowly stroking him while I told him how Ace went to town on my cum soaked pussy. By the time I reached the point where Ace covered my thighs with his cum, Martin squirted his juices over my hand. Sexily, I licked his seed off my fingers, smiling as I leaned in and shared a sticky kiss.

“You are a naughty girl. We’ve only been here a few days and you’ve had three cocks inside you. I wonder what other trouble you will get into.”

“Now Martin, maybe if you stopped planning my day, I wouldn’t find a cock stuffed in me everywhere I went.”

Martin laughed and kissed me passionately. “Well, this evening we have dinner at the hibachi steakhouse and then the guest talent show. Tomorrow is all yours because I have a surf lesson.”

“Whatever will I do with myself?” I said coyly, attempting my most innocent look.

“We shall see.”

We spent the rest of the afternoon lounging by the pool before heading back to our place to get ready for dinner. I put on a blue sundress, letting my tan skin add the offsetting color. Martin wore a white cotton shirt and khaki pants. We were dressed and ready for the evening.

Jamaican hibachi is very similar to the Teppanyaki restaurants near our house, although there are a few distinct differences. First, they use fresh local seafood and vegetables. Second, the chefs seem much more laid back than the Japanese places back home, and third, the restaurant is always packed. As a result, we were seated at a grill with two other couples. Our chef was Daniel, though he insisted we call him Danny Boy. He greeted us with the friendliest smile and put on quite the show. They didn’t skimp on food portions, and he had no problem tossing ten or eleven shrimp at Martin’s mouth before he caught one.

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