FOUR DAYS AT THE SEX RESORT

We also had to email some up to date pics, we sent two up to date pics, one of us front on, naked holding hands, my man flaunting a boner, me in heels, then a second pic, me with my back to the camera, flaunting my big ass.

“We made a list of of some of our preferences, five in all, and they all came to fruition, two young bi men to share, two bi women a little younger than us to share and some other very exciting combinations.”

My first preference with Roger’s full approval was two men for us, two jocks, early twenties, one jock for me, cunnilingus, to tongue fuck me, one jock for my man, to give him fellatio, a blow job, while we watch each other.

My second preference, again with Roger’s full approval was two females for us, two young women, barely twenty, one girl for me, I want to give her cunnilingus, to tongue fuck her, before she reciprocates for me. One girl for my man, I want to watch him giving her cunnilingus, to tongue fuck her, before she reciprocates for him, give him fellatio, a blow job, while we watch each other.

We also listed a drop dead gorgeous she-male to share, an FMM, and almost as an afterthought, a FFM, an older classy woman for us to share.

Though it didn’t happen in that order, our fifth option was the first to eventuate, what was almost as an afterthought for us, a FFM, an older classy woman for us to share. On our first night we met Barb and had three-way sex with her that night and for the next two days.

After Barb departed in her corporate jet on the Sunday night after we watched the floor show (a woman giving a man a blow job) I reminded Roger we still had four days remaining at the resort. We decided to spend the Monday morning tanning by the pool while we relaxed, already anticipating what new sexual experiences might come our way.

Both of us recalling our first preference on the form we filled in before we arrived. Two men for us, two jocks, early twenties, one jock for me, cunnilingus, to tongue fuck me, one jock for my man, to give him fellatio, a blow job, while we watch each other. So tempting.

At lunch there was a message for us informing us the resort had matched two jocks for us, early twenties, asking if we would like to meet them for coffee at two. Incredible sexual tension and sexual attraction, they were spunky, good looking boys, gym jocks, as we looked each other over, making meaningless small talk before one of the boys asked. “Are you gay or bi? You have probably guessed by now we are bi.”

“We are bi, seriously bi,” Roger replied with a wicked smile, a real ice breaker as we all relaxed a little more.

“As we understand it Sarah, you and your man want to have two jocks, early twenties, one jock for you, cunnilingus, to tongue fuck you, another jock for your man, fellatio, a blow job, while you and your man watch each other. Are we on the same page?,” he asked as we sipped our coffee, other people close by trying to tune in on our conversation, wondering about the twenty-year age gap.

“Definitely,” I replied, wanting exactly what he spelt out. I do enjoy watching watching a male giving another male fellatio, a head job, a blow job, comparing their technique to mine, even more exciting when my man is the receiver, it seemed so long since I watched another man blow him.

It was now apparent which boy wanted my man, as I kept crossing my legs for the other boy, the boy I wanted to tongue fuck me, teasing him with lots of thigh. “Your room our ours boys?,” I asked, confirming what we wanted from them.

“Ours, when?,” my boy replied tersely as I crossed my legs again for him, so pleased he kept ogling my thighs, my skirt way above my knees for him, the other boy showing little interest, staring at my man’s macho body in his tight jeans and white t-shirt.

“I wonder what the straights are doing this afternoon Roger?, I teased after we showered together in preparation for the boys, both of us wanting to make an impression on the boys from the moment we were inside their door.

Roger was naked while I watched him putting on the black stockings and garter belt I had purchased for him for special moments like this afternoon, before I clipped the stockings to the garter belt for him. His strong thighs such a good match for that look, with his large flaccid cock dangling between his legs.

“You really want this don’t you baby? I want you to be the centre of attention for these two boys,” I told him as I applied some make up on his face, rouge, mascara and lipstick.