Sharing Wives 2

By Ron Dawes

Julie's fantasies about being shared with strange men, and Rob's obsession with the fantasies consume them with desire. Rob makes plans to display and share his wife's body while on vacation in ways she would never agree to at home. How far will he push her. Will she take the bait? This sequel is available at a special discounted price while on pre-order, at which time price will increase.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ron Dawes
• Release date: Nov 25, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311966766

Ron Dawes

Writing these stories provides me an outlet to express my innermost fantasies. I love hearing from readers who have been moved by my stories. Feel free to drop me a note anytime. Many of my stories are based on my fantasies. Some of the stories are based on the fantasies of others that have contacted me. But all of them are fantasies. We have no control over our fantasies, and many of them will always be just that; fantasies, not real. I don't necessarily condone the behavior of my characters; some of them are a bit lecherous, I'm afraid. Some are rowdy. And some might just be a little nasty. But it takes all kinds. I believe that men, deep down, have a strong need to worship and adore their lover. I believe that women, deep down, have a strong need to be worshiped and adored by their lover. Most of my stories reflect those beliefs.

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Sharing Wives

Part 2

By Ron Dawes

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Text Copyright 2015 Ron Dawes

Table of Contents

Sharing Wives 2

Auntie Cuckold

Sharing Debby

Auntie Cuckold 2

Julie’s Massage

On Display

Manchebo Beach

Julie’s Massage 2

On Display 2

Sailing

Julie’s Massage 3

Mambo Jambo

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Sharing Wives 2

The days leading up to their vacation were hectic. Rob worked long hours trying to get the office ready for his week long absence. Every year, it seemed that the days before his vacation were when his biggest clients had to have him, unexpectedly and immediately. Julie was busy making sure everything was ready at home. All the laundry, shopping, instructions for her kids, instructions for her parents.

Finally, they were on the plane. The trip was brutal; they had to get up at 3:30 to catch a five o’clock plane, then two hours to Dallas, layover, three hours to Miami, another layover, then three hours to Aruba. More than nine hours in all, not counting the hour and a half they had to wake before their first flight. They were exhausted by the time they arrived.

Even in their dazed state of fatigue, they were shocked at the beauty of the lavish hotel. One of Rob’s clients had recommended it, and it was even better than the pictures on the internet. The grounds were prettier than any they had ever seen, and the room was luxurious. Marble floors throughout, a spectacular, huge bathroom, separate living area with patio and an unobstructed ocean view. It was the largest hotel room they had ever stayed in.

It wasn’t yet five o’clock, though their bodies felt like it was later. After they unpacked, they went for a walk on the beautiful beach. They felt they had been sitting in a cooped up plane for days, not hours. As they felt the balmy breeze and listened to the relaxing sound of the surf, they knew they were finally on vacation.

They enjoyed a delicious meal and went to a nearby casino. They weren’t much for gambling, but they enjoyed a drink at one of the bars, then went back to the hotel. They dressed for bed, and fell asleep watching television.

The next morning, after a light breakfast and her shower, Julie made a show of putting on her swimming suit, hoping that Rob would be in the mood for sex. They hadn’t had sex two days in a row before they left, with all that was going on, and they were too tired last night. She was ready, but Rob seemed oblivious, so she put her cover up on and sat on the balcony.

As Rob watched his sexy wife tempting him, it was all he could do to restrain himself, but he had plans for her, and wanted her to be ready. He had been planning for this trip for two months, and he trembled with anticipation as he thought through his plans.

Honey, after we get back to the room, I’d like to schedule a massage through the hotel’s spa. What time do you think?

A massage? Julie said.

They had never had a massage. She didn’t much like the idea of a stranger touching her.

Isn’t that expensive?

Not as much as you’d think, Rob said. The dollar is strong, so the exchange rate is really good right now. Besides, we’re on vacation.

When she didn’t say anything, he said, Maybe 3:30?

I guess so, Julie said.

While Julie was setting up camp at the spot on the beach with the lounge chairs and umbrella they’d rented, Rob stayed behind to talk to the receptionist in the spa.

So we can get a full massage treatment in our room?

Yes, sir, we can bring portable tables up to your room, along with all other necessities, the receptionist said in her lilting accent. "Would you like male, or female therapists, or one of each?

Both male, if you please. And I’d like your strongest men, with large hands, if possible. That plane ride left us both sore and achy.

Auntie Cuckold

Rob’s heart pounded in his chest as he anticipated the day he’d dreamed of ever since he had accidentally introduced Julie to her fondest fantasy, of having her body shared with other men. Okay, so getting a massage isn’t that sexual of an activity, but Rob figured it was a start. How would he respond to watching a man rubbing his wife, even if she was clothed?

He could think of little else while they whiled away the day on the beach. Julie sunned herself and read her Kindle. Rob sat in the shade, listening to the surf and daydreaming about some of Julie’s favorite stories. One, in particular, about the nephew that came to stay with his aunt and uncle never failed to excite Rob. He knew it by heart by now, and sat quietly, running the story through his mind.

… Tommy finished the yard work early, so he would have as much time with Aunt Suzi as possible. Afterward, he showered and put on the swimsuit he knew that Aunt Suzi preferred, the skimpy one she had bought him.

Going outside, he began cleaning the pool. After emptying the strainer baskets, he backwashed the filter. While he was working, Aunt Suzi came out, wearing his favorite swimsuit, the one with the halter top.

Need any help, sweetie? she asked.

No thanks, Aunt Suzi. I’ve got it.

She spread her towel over her chaise and curled up with her book. It was only eleven in the morning, but it was already quite warm. She watched Tommy’s slim, muscular physique as he worked. The sweat glistened on his body, accentuating his muscles. Laying in the hot sun in a skimpy swimsuit while watching her nephew in his skimpy suit always made her horny.

When he finished, she asked him to sunscreen her. That was his favorite job in the whole world. He alone had the privilege of applying sunscreen to her beautiful body. Soon after he moved in with her, Uncle Rick had ceded that responsibility to him.

She untied both the string around her neck and the string behind her back, so the small, thin triangles of material that covered her breasts were merely draped over her chest. The slightest breeze would move them, but the day was windless. An accidental bump of Tommy’s hand, as he applied the sunscreen, would expose her nipples. He ached to see them, to hold them, lick them, love them.

Rick thinks I should get an all over tan, Suzi said.

Tommy processed that information, saying nothing. Where was this going?

But I think that having tan lines is way sexier.

Again, Tommy said nothing. His dick was completely erect, as he rubbed his aunt’s body. He was spreading the lotion on her upper chest. He moved the ties on her top, accidentally exposing a bit more of her breast. He froze, but she acted like she didn’t notice, so he continue rubbing the lotion.

What do you think, Tommy?

Huh?

Do you think an all over tan is sexier, or having deep tan lines?

I don’t know, Tommy said, embarrassed.

She hooked a finger in her bottoms and pulled it aside, exposing a bit of her groin that was usually hidden by the suit.

Well, take a look, she said. Do you like my tan lines?

I love your tan lines, Aunt Suzi. I love everything about you. I think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, he gushed, impulsively.

After he had said it, he was frightened. Finally he had told her everything he had always wanted to tell her. He had planned this conversation for months, and it had always seemed so perfect. Now, it seemed all wrong, and he was deathly afraid that she would spurn him, that she would be offended, that she would tell him she was a married woman and he was just a boy, that they could never be a couple. Or worse, that she would tell Uncle Rick, who would kick him out and tell his parents what happened.

But she only said, Why, thank you, sweetie. That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever told me.

She peeled back a bit of the top of her suit, showing Tommy the tan lines on her breast.

"So you don’t think