My husband, Wilson, and I rented a luxurious beachfront house for a week of vacation.

Our place was nice, but it was nothing compared to the one next door. That was two stories high, with a hot tub on the second-story deck and a sweeping view of the beach.

The couple staying next door was very friendly and very attractive. The husband, Vic, was in his late forties, tall, and slender. His wife, Winona, was in her mid-thirties and a natural blonde with beautiful eyes and a great figure.

One evening they joined us for a barbecue. After dinner, Wilson and Vic decided to go into town and have a beer and watch a ballgame on the big-screen TV at the tavern. Winona suggested that I come over around sundown and enjoy the view from the hot tub. She winked when she said, “No swimsuits allowed.”

Near sundown I put a beach robe over my sunburned body and went next door. Winona was just fixing a pitcher of icy piña coladas. We went upstairs to the hot tub. The view was spectacular. As the sun set, a full moon glimmered on the water. Winona removed her robe and reclined on a lounge chair. I was more modest, slipping into the tub as soon as I removed my covering.

The hot water did not feel good on my sunburn. I quickly got out of the tub and started to put on my robe. Winona stopped me, saying she had an excellent lotion for my tender skin.

She placed a large beach towel on a lounge chair and instructed me to lie on my stomach. She gently rubbed the lotion into my back and arms. When she rubbed my back, her fingers slid around to the sides of my breasts.

She moved down to my legs, starting at my ankles and working her way up to my ass. Even though my butt wasn’t sunburned, she began applying the lotion to my cheeks, rubbing and squeezing.

She told me to turn over. I was a little embarrassed, because her massage had turned me on. I naively didn’t know what to expect next.

Winona continued applying the lotion, starting with my upper chest and shoulders. When she touched my breasts, she cupped each one — one at a time — with both hands, her fingers playing with my nipples. I was nervous but excited when she leaned over and sucked my nipples. They were firm and protruding, and she alternately flicked them with her tongue and kept sucking.

She sat up and shifted the stool she was sitting on, so she was sitting near my knees. She slowly pushed my legs apart and placed my feet on the deck, then put a firm pillow under my hips.

Winona ran a finger between my pussy lips, almost but not quite entering my cunt. She continued teasing me, squeezing my lips and rubbing her finger from my pussy to my ass.

I sat up in a panic when I heard a car door slamming and Wilson’s and Vic’s voices as they entered the house. Winona pushed me back to a reclining position and told me to relax. She placed a beach towel across my body, covering me from mid-thigh to my neck.

Wilson and Vic came out onto the deck and poured themselves cold piña coladas. When they sat down, Winona stared into Wilson’s eyes and said, “I was about to make love to your wife. You can stay and watch or take her home.” Wilson looked at me, and he could see that I was embarrassed, but also that I hadn’t been resisting. I could see he was admiring Winona’s beautiful body.

She reached under the towel and caressed my breasts and squeezed my nipples. She slowly pulled the towel down to my waist and played with my breasts to relax and excite me. Then she removed the towel completely and turned her attention back to my pussy. Again she parted my knees, putting my feet on the floor.

As she gently spread my cunt lips, she leaned down and ran her tongue slowly up and down between them. She inserted a finger into my cunt and moved it in and out while her tongue circled and teased my clit. As my arousal increased, I raised my hips, and her soft lips and tongue continued to bring me closer to climax.

As I reached my climax, she placed her hands under my hips, holding my pussy up to her mouth. When I was through, she covered my exhausted body with the beach towel, then she and Vic walked quietly into their bedroom, closing the door behind them.

Wilson and I returned to our place and spent several hours making love.