Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Watching My Wife Fuc'k 1

Watching several twenty-one year old men alternate fucking your beautiful thirty-seven year old wife over the

course of three days and nights, might be enough to send most men to a mental institution. Up until last year, |

would have been one of them. But | have learned that no one really knows how they might feel or how they

would react until they are there, especially when a cosmically perfect set of circumstances falls into place.

Ever since our honeymoon, my wife and | have taken the very svacation year after year. And | do mean the

very same, the smotel, the sdates, the ssuite in many cases, seventeen years running now, all

the same. I'm sure that sounds painfully monotonous to sand under ordinary circumstances probably would

be. But, having a very narrow window of tin the spring while trying to maintain a very strict budget, we just

couldn't top it.

First and foremost this locale had always been quite inexpensive, which absolutely topped our list, but not cheap

with amenities. It also had everything we were looking for in a cheap Spring vacation; great beach, great food,

quiet, and all just outside our door. We had even grown to know and love the motel owners. There wasn't

anything to dislike.

However, after the first few years of discovering this little patch of sand, we soon realized it was becoming more

and more popular with the Spring breakers. They were like locusts for those of us who were only looking for down

time. As soon as they invaded Panama City Beach, it was only a matter of tbefore they found Ft. Walton.

If you have ever been to Ft. Walton beach back in the late eighties, early nineties, you know exactly what |

mean. How it used to be that great little panhandle beach with very few Spring breakers. You probably also

remember not having to worry about getting a good room. A week's stay always broke out to around forty-five

bucks per night and you always had folks your own age to relate to. Sadly enough though we watched as our

little sanctuary slipped into the hands of the mighty hordes.

Even after the Spring breakers discovered our little piece of paradise, we continued to go. It was our place; we

had too many memories to give it up. We finally conceded though that, if we were going to keep it our little spot,

we had to live with it. And as it turns out they really weren't all that rowdy, at least not rowdy enough to run us

off.

Last year however broke the mold in so very many ways. We first found ourselves literally surrounded by Spring

breakers, again not unusual for late March, but this particular year we found ourselves a literal mafor many

of the college hellions.

It took them very little tto discover that we were both educators at a community college in our hometown of

Columbus, Ohio. And, as it turned out, that seemed to be the source of the magnetism attracting them to us.

They were absolutely fascinated by the fact that we were normal, cool, and otherwise regular people able to

have a good time. Somewhere in their minds, I'm sure they must have believed that we spent most of our free

tfinding new ways to flunk them into oblivion.

Most were very standoffish at first, treating us like the police or sother higher authority, but after a couple

of days they finally figured out that we were actual human beings. Very soon into the second day, we found that

the back porch of our suite was becoming the ultimate hangout for some.

Naively, | was sure at first it had much more to do with the fact that we always had beer and liquor and a whole

lot less to do with the placement of our porch, but soon found out differently. Many though, being the bright

young folks they were, soon discovered that storing and mingling their drinkables with ours, stretched their

supply a whole lot further; | watched it too many times to try it.

Most were a very likable sort so we just went with it. Plus, we always overbought when it cto alcohol, not

wanting to run back and forth to the liquor store. Funny thing is my wife and | only drink a few times a year, but

you would have thought we were mega-lushes with the amount we purchased. | have to say though, we were

Nazis about who was and was not of drinking age and, to our surprise, they very much respected our one

cardinal rule.

Now being that folks over the age of thirty were indeed rare during this time, you would think that they might try

to be as far from us as possible, but several of the guys from the University of Georgia were awe struck with my

wife, Gina. It wasn't surprising in the slightest. Gina's nicknwhere we teach is "Ultra MILF" with sof her

present and former male students. It's quite interesting too, over the years she and | both began to notice that

her male students always made far better grades than did her female students.

Toit was a no-brainer; they were simply trying to gain her approval. Gina always laughingly toldit was

from her revolutionary teaching skills; I always rebutted, "Having a spectacular pair of legs and a nice ass is not

a skill." She's the type of female college educator that you might see in a cheap class B movie, only she's truly

brilliant, naturally beautiful, very professional, and has perfect C-cup breasts that God gave her.

The fact that she was a highly sexy thirty-seven year old college educator spread like wildfire at the motel and

actually got Gina even more "Hot Points," as sof the young men began calling it. | sometimes wish | were

more ignorant to men gazing at her, but hey, I'm neither naive nor stupid when it comes to what they are staring

at; it's not the bikini, it's what's under it.

She truly is gorgeous and will be stared at, especially by her male students, males in general for that matter. It's

been said that if men stare at a woman as she walks by, she's beautiful, but if both men and women stare, she's

hot.

| can safely say that Gina is hot. At 5'3", 108 Ibs, gorgeous ass, perfect curves, flawless skin, and an amazingly

cute innocent looking face, the fact that she is a college professor really made little difference. If she were a

bottle washer, the testosterone-filled young men at this motel would have been attracted to her.

Just into our second day there, we ended up driving to her sister's hten minutes outside Panama City Beach.

We always ended up staying the entire day hanging out and catching up. It was basically our spring routine.

Upon returning to the motel later that evening, we couldn't help noticing several of the University of Georgia

guys sitting on our back porch, not at all unusual after getting to know us. As we walked to the back side of the

porch we noticed they had a small table pulled out playing a drinking game, which required the loser to down a

shot, and as it appeared they must have all been losing

Gina quickly said in a joking manner as we walked up, "Boys, that's a gwhere even the winner's a loser in

the morning." They all laughed and began brutally heckling us to join them.

Now, I'm not the type to enter a pissing contest over simple heckling, never have been never will be, but Gina on

the other hand can't help herself. She's hard-wired for it and doesn't even know it.

She playfully began firing right back saying, "First of all, most of you lightweights are already buzzed, and

second, I'm not one of your little girly buddies who follows you around and fakes being tipsy after a shot. Oh,

Brian, oh, Stan, that one shot madea little dizzy."

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That stoked them even more. After another twenty minutes or so of this back and forth banter she finally said,

"Fine... Fine. Okay, even if | lose I'll be able to walk when most of you are curled up in the fetal position on the

floor." | must say | was trying my damnedest not to laugh because | knew full well what a lightweight she was in

the drinking department and full-on trying to bluff guys who majored in drinking.

After a few more minutes of this harassing joust between Gina and her antagonists, she and | went into the room

to change our clothes. | arrived back out on the deck long before Gina and poured myself a large vodka tonic as

we all waited for her.

We began chitchatting about everything and nothing. They must have tolda hundred times how they were

going to take her to school on drinking, bragging about what power drinkers they were, how many times they

had played this, and how much they could hold.

At times thinking they might be

overdoing it, they would quickly begin

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minute | began thinking Gina might

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ending up in the floor. With the game

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Just as | was about to see what was

keeping Gina, she slid the glass door

open and walked out. | noticed she

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fSrhere we were, but not what |

was expecting with six drunken

college students sitting around.

Instantly one of the buzzed college

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students said, "Mr. and Mrs. Arnett,

please forgive me, but | have to say

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She quickly giggled slapping him on the shoulder saying, "Don't try to softenup, buddy boy, you'll be passed

out soon and I'm gonna be laughing at you tomorrow. That is if you can eek your way out of bed in the morning

after the hangover I'm gonna put on ya."

They were all razzing one another full

force. | just sat watching, cracking up

as they played FRO gare.

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said "Mr. Arnett, with the utmost

respect, sir, | believe your wife is

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| simply replied laughing, knowing almost instinctively what he might be alluding to, "Yes, she does appear to be

kicking your asses. What's on our mind?"

He immediately uttered, "Strip shots."