“Anythin’ yuh need, just ax at reception,” he smiled, and he left us alone to settle in.
“Rhys, it’s perfect,” squealed Moira, putting her arms around my neck and kissing me. I kissed her back and our tongues wrestled for space in each other’s mouth. She broke off the kiss eventually and said breathlessly,
“Didn’t you mention something about putting me over your knee for a good spanking?”
“I did,” I admitted, “but first I want you naked. I’m going to unpack and put my things away before I see to you. I have a few things in my suitcase that I’ll be needing this holiday.”
Moira unbuttoned her summer dress and took it off. She hadn’t been lying about her underwear. Beneath her outer garment, she had nothing on, and apart from her sandals, she was now already naked. I looked at her lustfully.
“You are so fucking gorgeous,” I said sincerely. “I can’t wait to show you off to all the other guests here!”
Moira blushed, and opened her case, taking out some of the contents and hanging them up in the wardrobe. I began unpacking too, and when she saw some of the toys that I’d brought with me, she giggled nervously.
“Nipple clamps and a butt plug?” she said. “Am I going to wear those out in public?”
I winked at her and took out a riding crop from my suitcase. Her eyes sparkled and she put a hand up to her mouth to suppress a squeal of delight.
“Mmmm!” she murmured. “That’ll put some lovely stripes on my arse.”
I slipped my sandals off and yanked my shirt up over my head and then unbuttoned my jeans and let them slide down my legs before I stepped out of them.
“Let me,” said Moira, putting her thumbs in the waistband of my pants and gently easing them down. As they came down, Moira sank to her knees and took my rampant cock in her mouth.
“Mmmm!” she murmured again as she expertly deep throated me.
I let her go about her business for a few minutes before I reluctantly pulled out of her mouth. She looked at me in astonishment.
“Did I do something wrong, Daddy?” she asked in her little girl’s voice.
“Not at all, baby girl,” I replied, pulling her to her feet and kissing her, “but I can’t wait to get you outside and show you off to everyone here. Are you ready to be spanked and fucked in public?”
“Www! Yes please!” gushed Moira. “Let’s do it!”
We walked out into the late afternoon sunshine, both of us naked and rather conscious of our pale, pasty skin. Still, nobody took any notice of us, as everyone we walked past seemed to be engaged in some form of sexual activity.
Moira’s eyes were out on stalks as she saw women and men being fucked, as well as lots of oral work being practised. We found a couple of sun loungers underneath a thatched sun shade, and made ourselves comfortable.
“It’s incredible!” Moira said in a low voice, “I’ve never seen so much sucking and fucking! Not even in those lovely porn films we watch together!”
I winked at her and grinned.
“I think you’d better get over my knee and we’ll start your spanking,” I said. “I want you nice and wet before I start fucking you!”
“Do you think we could hang on for a few moments?” Moira asked. “I’m enjoying watching everything that’s going on. Is there somewhere we can have a drink? I’ve suddenly got an urge for something long, cold and fruity.”
I got up and she smiled at me.
“Get yourself acclimatised,” I replied. “I’ll go over to the poolside bar and order a couple of drinks for us, but I am going to spank you before we go back in.”
“And fuck me, I hope?” called Moira in a much louder voice as I walked away. No-one batted an eyelid or turned around to see who was making this extraordinary request.
As I made my way to the bar, I was scanning the whole poolside scene, looking for Olwen and her cuckold. They were nowhere to be seen, and I began to plan how I could contact her, in order to introduce Moira to the fact that a fellow teacher was holidaying here at the same time as us.
I wondered how Moira would react when she knew Olwen and Richard were here, and whether or not she’d be willing to indulge in a threesome. I was still considering this problem as I approached the bar.
The barman looked extremely overdressed in his crisp white shirt and bow tie, but he didn’t mention the fact that his most recent customer was naked. He smiled at me.
“Afternoon, suh,” he smiled. “What’s yuh pleasure?”
“I’ll have a fruity cocktail and a bottle of Red Stripe beer, please,” I replied.
“Comin’ right up!” grinned the barman, reaching into the fridge for a cold glass. “Yuh want a dash of rum in yuh cocktail?”
I nodded absent mindedly. I’d just spotted Olwen’s cuckold, Richard, making his way over to the bar. I raised my hand in greeting, and he nodded his head in acknowledgement.
We shook hands, and I asked him if he wanted a drink.
“I’ll have a bottle of beer, please,” he replied, and when I turned back to the bar to order it, my eyes were drawn to the ‘dash’ of rum the barman had put into Moira’s glass. It would have counted as at least a double measure back home!
Richard and I chatted whilst the barman built Moira’s fruit cocktail, and then opened two bottles of Red Stripe. I gave him our apartment number and signed for the drinks and we began to walk back to where I’d left Moira. I figured it would be less of a shock to her if I introduced Richard first, and got her used to the idea that Olwen was here too.
I needn’t have bothered. As we approached Moira, I could see that she was talking animatedly to my mother, both of them naked, and neither of them displaying any embarrassment or inhibitions. This was proving to be very promising!
Before I could utter a word, Moira babbled excitedly,
“Look, Rhys! You’ll never guess who’s here too! It’s your mother and… oh! I see you’ve met her husband!”
Moira’s eyes went immediately to Richard’ cock lock. She didn’t say anything, but when she looked at me again, her cheeks were bright red and her eyes were sparkling. I handed her the fruit cocktail and winked at her.
“Hi, Olwen,” I said cheerfully. I kissed my mother, full on the lips and Moira’s face was a picture.
“Um… did you know Olwen would be here?” she asked suspiciously.
I grinned.
“It was her idea that I book us in here,” I replied. “She worked out that you and I are an item, and she suggested that a kinky holiday would do us both good.”
“Don’t worry,” I continued, “Olwen and Richard have secrets to keep as well. I’m sure that our relationship can remain a secret between us when we go back to school.”
“Fuck that!” retorted Moira loudly. (She’d already had a good couple of mouthfuls of her fruit cocktail.) “Olwen and I have a good relationship. She tells me she’s a Hot Wife, and so it’s only fair that I tell her that you’re my Daddy and I love to serve and please you.”
I looked at her in amazement, and then I leaned over and kissed her.
“You’re bloody amazing, Moira,” I told her. “I was struggling to think how to tell you that I knew Olwen and Richard were here too. I should have trusted you. I’m sorry I deceived you.”
Moira took another huge gulp of fruit cocktail.
“I thought we were here to out me anyway,” she grinned. “No more Old-maid Moira! It’s great to be outed to a friend and colleague. And the fact that she’s your mother makes it extra special. I can see you two have a very close relationship!”
“Oh, we do indeed,” replied Olwen, looking at me affectionately, “but this isn’t about Rhys and me today. We all need to put our cards on the table, I think Moira. No-one knows us here, but when we get back home, and we three are all back in school, I think we need to have our story straight, so that we don’t embarrass one another.”
Moira nodded and took my hand.
“Perhaps my spanking should be postponed for a while?” she suggested. “Let’s take Olwen and Richard back to the apartment. We can discuss how we are all going to continue our chosen lifestyles there. It’s bloody hot out here, and I’m not just talking about the sunshine!”
Back in our apartment, Olwen sat down in one of the armchairs and Richard knelt at her side. Moira and I sat side by side on the sofa, and Olwen grinned at us.
“Well,” she began, “you mentioned putting our cards on the table, Moira? I’ll begin, shall I?”
She licked her lips nervously, and I asked her if she’d like a glass of water. Olwen smiled and shook her head.
“No thanks,” she replied. “I was just marshalling my thoughts before the big ‘Tell All’. I just hope we are doing the right thing here, Rhys.”
“Before you say something you might regret, maybe I should tell you what I know,” Moira said, getting to her feet and standing in the gap between the armchair and the sofa. She could see us all from where she stood.
“Rhys and I have been lovers for about two years,” she began, “and we’ve been very discrete and careful. Just before we came out here, I had a wobbly moment, when I thought Rhys considered me to be a dirty minded old woman with perverted needs. I was wrong. What we do happens between consenting adults.”
She paused and looked at me, and then at Olwen.
“Just as what you two do is between consenting adults,” she continued. “You might very well be mother and son, but who you both fuck is no business of mine. As long as Rhys wants to be my Daddy and my lover, he can fuck whoever he likes. Even if that person turns out to be his mother!”
There was a deafening silence in the room. From beyond the open French doors came the sounds of guests cavorting in the swimming pool and the odd slap of someone being spanked. I licked my lips.
“How long have you known?” I asked in a hoarse voice.
“Almost as long as you’ve been a teacher at my school,” Moira replied, laughing at my embarrassment. “That first night, when you made such a clumsy attempt to get in my knickers? I was planning to seduce you! I realised you had a thing for the ‘older woman’ (Moira sketched quotation marks in the air), and I thought I was in with a chance of getting myself fucked at last. I only planned for a one night stand! Thank goodness, you seem to be young and vigorous enough to satisfy both Olwen and me!”
“Fucking hell!” I said, looking from Moira to Olwen and back again. “How the hell did you work that out?”
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