My husband recently gave me the most amazing present — a hall pass to fuck anyone I wanted and one roundtrip ticket for an island getaway. It had been too long since I’d had a vacation. Though I could take time off, my poor spouse was swamped with work. There was no way he could get away. Under the circumstances, it was the perfect gift!

“Have fun,” he said.

He knew I would.

To be clear, I’ve cheated with permission before. Usually, Robby will unleash me at a bar, then we’ll reconnect the following day and I’ll regale him with the tale of my tryst.

Leaving the country to fuck, however, was entirely new and very exciting. I think Robby knew the anticipation would build during my flight, making me more motivated than ever to bed as many people as I could.

Robby even picked the perfect location. The resort he’d booked for me was known for catering to singles and couples with a taste for hot, often public sex, and he’d reserved me a luxe suite.

Upon arriving at the resort, I freshened up in my room. Then I made my way to the beachside bar to begin my adventure with a cocktail. There I found people hooking up in the open. One woman even lounged on a barstool while a team of men waited their turn to eat her out.

I didn’t know what I was more excited about — taking part in the hot, random sex acts surrounding me or the thought of telling my husband about my adventures.

A part of me wanted to join the line to eat some pussy, but waiting to muff dive seemed silly when it was clearly so easy for a woman to get some action. Instead, I enjoyed my cocktail and the show.

Fairly quickly, a man and a woman slid into the empty seats on either side of me.

“Hi, I’m Ella,” the busty brunette announced. She licked her lips and continued, “I’d love to buy you a drink. Can I tempt you with a body shot?”

I immediately accepted her offer and imagined the look on my husband’s face when I described this scenario.

Ella tucked a tiny glass of tequila into her cleavage.

I dipped my head, but before I snagged the shot, I allowed my tongue to trace the upper swells of her tits. She practically purred. Once her flesh was glistening, I sprinkled her bosom with salt. I lapped up the glittering grains, then I sealed my lips around the glass, lifted it from its fleshy cradle and tilted my head back to down the booze.

When I looked up, Ella had a wedge of lime tucked between her lips. I leaned in to take a bite, carefully snagging the fruit from her mouth as we kissed. The sweet and sour smooch was invigorating. It elicited an intoxicating tingle that shot up my spine like an electric shock.

I turned to the strapping young man seated on my other side, while simultaneously dropping the wedge of citrus into the discarded shot glass. Then I curled my fingers around the nape of the guy’s neck and pulled him in for my second lime-flavored kiss of the day.

“Oh yes,” Ella sighed. She wrapped her arms around my waist, skating her palms up my torso to my tits. “I’m so glad you like my hubby,” she whispered in my ear. “Damian and I love to share.”

My ears perked up. I thought my two paramours were together, but it was a thrill to find out they were married. It made me even more attracted to them. I considered how Robby might react when I told him I was tag-teamed by a husband and wife. I could already imagine the sexy smile that would lift his dimpled cheeks.

While my mind wandered, so did my lady friend’s hands. She moved from my tummy to my shoulders. She hooked two fingers under the straps of my beach cover-up as she said, “Let’s get this out of the way.”

She tugged down the straps, exposing my bikini-covered breasts. She yanked off my suit top, cupped my tits and caressed them reverently.

“These are lovely,” she murmured. She ran her thumbs over my nipples, coaxing them into tiny pebbles. She pinched them firmly, causing me to gasp. She kept her eyes on my face the whole time to make sure I was digging her actions.

I definitely loved what she was doing as much as I adored our wild public shenanigans.

While Ella toyed with my tits, Damian picked up the lime wedge and traced a path from my neck down to my cleavage. The whole scenario was making me feel equal parts sexy and dirty.

Suddenly, my stool was spun around, so my back was resting against the bar.

I noticed several onlookers had gathered to cheer us on and offer suggestions.

“Suck her tits!” one person called out.

“Show us her pussy,” said another.

I imagined my husband’s reaction when I described this moment. I wished he could see me, but I knew he preferred I use my words to paint him vivid pictures of my outings afterward.

Ella called out to the bartender, “Let me get one of those cute little test tube shots.”

With the capped tube in hand, she turned back to me and said, “Get up on the bar, you sexy bitch.”

I stood and shimmied out of my cover-up, then I did as she instructed.

Ella’s hands caressed my calves and swooped up to my thighs, coaxing them wide.

“Are you wet, girlie?” she asked.

Though my mouth was as dry as the desert, the space between my legs was slick with arousal. It was as if every ounce of liquid in my body had settled down south.

I managed to reply, “Wet and ready for you.”

With some quick work of her fingers, my bikini bottom was untied and handed off to Damian

Feeling bold, I found my voice and asked, “Are you going to play with us, too?”

“Ladies first,” he insisted before pressing the crotch of my suit against his nose and breathing deeply.

Next, I felt something cool pressing against my pussy hole. The rounded bottom of the plastic tube was no thicker than a finger, but the chilled liquid inside it made me shiver!

Once the tube was seated firmly inside my snatch, she looked up at me and said, “Cheers!”

She used one perfectly manicured finger to break the seal on the tube, then she wrapped her lips around its opening and sucked out the liquor. She made sure to move her head from side to side, so the cylinder wiggled inside me.

I moaned and wound my fingers in her silken hair, determined to keep her mouth on my pussy for as long as possible. Her supple lips moved upward, and her tongue fluttered against my clit. She toyed with the sensitive button, making my body tingle and my breath quicken. Our audience was still there, but I barely noticed them. I focused on Ella’s head bobbing between my legs.

Meanwhile, my pussy ached for more. The slender test tube wasn’t enough to satisfy me.

Fortunately, I didn’t have to utter a word. My desperate body language told my partner she needed to better address my cravings. She eased the tube from my opening and immediately replaced it with two of her fingers. Then she told her man, “I think her tits need a rubdown.”

With Damian’s hands lavishing attention on my boobs and Ella’s tongue teasing my clit, I felt as if my soul left my body. It was as if my spirit was hovering somewhere high above, watching with glee while I fell to pieces.

As Ella teased my button, her fingers continued to plumb my depths. As she repeatedly jabbed my G-spot, I lost my fucking mind. My cunt walls rippled against her digits, and the muscles in my limbs tightened. Then Damian twisted my nipples just right, triggering a mind-bending release that had me howling.

A hot trickle of juice seeped from my core, prompting my new galpal to furiously pump her fingers in my pussy. She had me gushing like a goddamn geyser. I was shaking and shouting, completely overcome by wave after wave of unparalleled pleasure.

That’s when Damian’s gravelly voice cut through my foggy brain.

“Are you ready for me?” he asked.

God, was I ever!

“Yes! Yes, fuck me!” I demanded.

Damian and his wife helped me back onto the barstool. They moved so gracefully you’d think they’d choreographed the whole experience. In one quick spin, Damian took up residence in between my legs, while his wife took her turn teasing my tits.

Once again, I found myself thinking of my own husband and the look on his face when I’d describe this encounter. There was no doubt he would love the idea of a couple working together to get me off in the middle of a bar!

With Robby in mind, I willed my post-orgasmic haze to clear and focused on my partners. I wanted to remember every detail about them — and our encounter — so I could tell my husband about it.

Damian rolled a condom onto his dick and fisted his rod, so he could tease my seeping pussy hole with his crown. Once he’d slickened up his cockhead with my honey, he sank inside me.

Getting finger-fucked had been good. But having Damian’s dick hit bottom made my pussy reverberate with ecstasy. I hadn’t quite recovered from the last sensual tsunami that flooded my senses, and it seemed another was soon to follow.

“Suck those tits, baby,” he told Ella.

She obeyed, suckling my breasts and causing sparks to dance along my skin.

My voice became a continuous moan as I reached out on either side of me to clutch the bar with both hands. Leveraging myself, I carefully reared up to meet him thrust for thrust. His balls slapped against my ass as he pummeled me. I shivered through another climax, and Damian grunted and came seconds after me.

It was the onlookers’ applause that brought me back to reality. The surrounding crowd had grown substantially, and they were happy to witness our lusty acts.

However, I knew my Robby would be even more thrilled to hear about it when I got home. But I also knew this was only the beginning. I still had a whole week ahead of me.