A Naughty Getaway Ch. 01 (Preview)

Author's note: This is about half of the full story. Thanks to A77 for helping write some scenes!

Arriving in a small town in Brazil, Sandra and her husband Lucas visited his grandma for their vacation. Sandra was skeptical when Lucas made the plans because the town he mentioned was completely unknown to her. She had never heard of the location and it was even hard to locate on any maps. 

But he stated that this was his parents’ hometown and that they should visit his aging grandma before it was too late. Of course, Sandra agreed considering that these were her inlaws. 

Her doubts would be nulled to discover that the town was beautiful. It was tucked away on the coast of Brazil, filled with serene waters, white sands, and pleasant scenery. And with its somewhat isolated location, there weren’t as many people and other tourists compared to the bigger vacation spots in Brazil. Sandra was happily content with this arrangement, excited even, she was eager to relax on the beach without the worries of the clutter of crowds of people. But first, she had to meet her husband’s grandma, which made her a little nervous considering her ethnicity. What would she think about her grandson being married to a European?

Sandra was from Switzerland before she moved to the States for her studies in the medical field. That’s where she met her husband, Lucas. He was very nerdy and not too physically inclined. But what attracted her to him was his intelligence and good personality. He helped her get acclimated to the U.S. and stuck by her side since she had no friends or family in this part of the world.

Standing at a modest 5’7”, Sandra possessed alluring platinum-blonde hair that went to her neck thanks to her Swiss and German heritage. That, paired with her Nordic blue eyes just screamed she was from Europe. She was a stunning woman as well. With her D-cup bust, long legs, slim, yet curvy body, and serene fair skin, Sandra was quite the catch for her husband. 

Lucas on the other hand was pretty average. Given his South American heritage, he had Latino features: dark hair, tanned skin, etc. Physically, he was a bit scrawny and was no taller than Sandra. 

Given his unassuming appearance, most of his friends and family wondered how he even obtained such a goddess like Sandra. Nonetheless, they loved each other. They dated through college and eventually got married once they had established their careers. 

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Instead of staying at a hotel, Lucas’ grandma allowed them to live at their villa for the entirety of their stay. Sandra was pleasantly surprised that she lived right next to the ocean with their backyard leading directly to the beach. 

“Wow, your home is very lovely. T’ank you for allowing us to stay here,” Sandra happily spoke, her German-Swiss accent lining her words; although she had a noticeable, yet subtle accent, her English was very good.

Lucas’ grandma, Joana carefully held Sandra’s hands and smiled. “Of course, anything for my grandson and his lovely wife,” the elderly woman replied. “You have to tell me, how did you meet him??” she sounded a little bemused that Lucas was able to marry such a fine woman. 

“Hmm, ve met in college. He’s a sweet guy and he helped me get used to living in the States,” Sandra warmly replied. “Ve started dating during school and before ve knew it, ve got married!” 

Joana chuckled and nodded. “Well, that’s very nice. I’m happy that Lucas met a wonderful woman such as yourself. Do you plan on having kids yet? I want to see my great-grandchildren before my time passes,” the elderly woman teasingly prodded. 

Sandra blushed and nervous tucked her elegant platinum blonde hair behind her ear. “Not yet… But ve will be trying for one soon,” she uneasily answered. As much as they loved each other, Lucas didn’t really have a high libido. They would at least have sex once a week, and even then, it wasn’t as fulfilling as she would like since he didn’t last very long. He wasn’t the biggest either, just average. But in the grand scheme of things, Sandra didn’t mind. She wasn’t that acclimated to sex since she had always been on the more conservative side anyway. 

Joana laughed and replied, “Ah, just teasing! There’s no need to rush.” Sandra chuckled. “But I hope this lovely town will put you in the mood,” the grandma snuck in. The Swiss wife’s mouth fell agape at her suggestive comment. But perhaps she was right. Maybe this little getaway would ignite their sex life. 

After some time talking to Joana, Sandra went to the spare bedroom she would be sleeping in with Lucas. Unpacking their luggage, her husband entered the room wearing some swimming trunks and a floral button-up shirt. 

Sandra couldn’t help but chuckle seeing his face and limbs covered in sunscreen. “Hey honey, how was my grandma? Does she like you?” 

“I think so. Ve had a very pleasant conversation,” Sandra said in relief. “She said that she wants great-grandchildren.” 

Lucas’ eyes widened. “She what?! Jeez, she loves having a big family. My brothers and sister already have kids, and she wants more??” he complained. Sandra rolled her blue eyes and continued unpacking. 

“Once you’re done here, let’s relax by the beach!” Lucas continued. 

“Sure, do you mind helping me vith this? It vill be a lot faster,” his Swiss wife retorted. 

“Eh about that… I- I need to get our umbrella and setup for our spot ready. Sorry, honey!” he hastily came up with an excuse, to cop out of the task of unpacking. Sandra gave Lucas a dead stare as he carefully shuffled back, before dashing out of the room not wanting to feel the daggers her eyes were giving him. 

Letting out an annoyed sigh, Sandra resumed her burden. “Vat am I going to do vit him…” she muttered, letting out a long, resigned sigh. As much as she loved her husband, she found it a bit annoying that he would always flake out in helping her. But as always, since she was always polite at heart, she would never object not wanting to cause problems.

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Exiting through the back of the house, Sandra made her way to the beach. She wore an alluring white bikini, a short white sarong wrapped around her waist, and a straw sunhat. 

The warm embrace of the sand against her feet and the sight of the clear blue waters eased Sandra. She was certainly going to enjoy herself during her stay here. 

“Hey, Sandra! Over here!” Lucas called out, waving his arms to get her attention standing near their beach spot. 

Sandra caught her cheerful husband and quickly made her way to him. She observed the setup: it was just a simple umbrella, a laid-out towel, and a beach chair. “Oh, I hope this vans’t too hard to put together,” Sandra said, her voice dripping with sarcasm seeing that he could have easily helped her unpacked with the amount of effort this took to assemble. 

Lucas uneasily rubbed the back of his neck. “Erh, I- had to secure a good spot for us, love…” Sandra glanced around. There was almost no one around except a few individuals further down either end of the beach.

His Swiss wife gave him another dead stare. Lucas gulped nervously. “Ugh, I’m just joking, Lucas!” she exclaimed, playfully nudging him. “It’s lovely, t’ank you.” Gifting him with a tender kiss on the cheek, she carefully lowered herself down to sit on the beach chair. 

Once settled, she retrieved a book from her bag and began reading it. Sandra was never one to go out and swim at the beach; she disliked the sticky feeling of salt water on her skin and sand clinging to her wet feet. Instead, she enjoyed basking in the scenery, she found it the perfect environment to read her books. 

Hearing the faint noise of people walking closer in their direction, Sandra glanced up from her book to find a group of people near them. Lucas noticed this and quickly went to meet them. 

It turned out they were his cousins who had come to see him. After sharing pleasant greetings and getting to know each other, Lucas and his relatives went ahead to the ocean for a nice swim in the waters. 

“Are you sure that you don’t want to swim? The water seems lovely,” her husband tried to encourage her. 

Sandra just smiled and shook her head. “I’m okay, I’m just going to vatch you guys while I read. You go have fun now!” Lucas chuckled and understandably nodded.

Sandra watched as he plunged into the water. He splashed and tussled with his cousins. The sounds of their playful cheering and shouting were fulfilling and heartwarming. She was glad her husband was enjoying himself. His relatives all seemed very welcoming and appeared to be unfazed by her European heritage which brought her more relief. 

Sandra relaxed and immersed herself in her readings. Everything felt like pure bliss. The sounds of the waves crashing on the beach, the gentle ocean breeze, and the bright sunny day were very relaxing. There weren’t too many people to bother her while she read except the occasional ongoers strolling down the beach.

Some were other tourists who managed to discover this secret tucked away on Brazil’s coast. But most were locals. The men in particular made Sandra uncomfortable since some of their stares lingered on her longer than she would have liked. Perhaps they were just curious seeing a European in their somewhat isolated town, however, it became painfully obvious to Sandra that they were ogling her upon closer examination with her watchful blue eyes. Some men even circled back a few times to get a better look at her. A shudder went down her spine. As much as she disliked what they were doing, there was nothing she could do about it, and she certainly wasn’t going to ward them off and cause problems. So Sandra just ignored them. 

Returning to her readings, she eventually found it a little hard to focus, being a bit exhausted from all the traveling they had done to get here. So putting her book down, Sandra laid on the towel to take a relaxing nap. Removing her sunhat, she put on some sunglasses, closed her eyes, and surrendered to her slumber.

After an unknown amount of time, she was awakened by the sound of someone speaking to her. However, the voice was gruff and deep instead of anyone she recognized. 

“Hey there, pretty lady. I haven’t seen you around,” the deep voice spoke directly in front of her, his Latino accent lining his words.

Opening her eyes, Sandra was taken aback by the person who obstructed her view. He was an older man, somewhere around his late fifties, or early sixties. He was bald and had a fat, burly build, and his skin had a shiny brown tone, a bit darker than Lucas’, and shiny with sweat. Wearing a white tank top and simple shorts, he was maybe the same height as Sandra and had a sleeve tattoo along his right arm, he was quite the contrast to herself. The Swiss cautiously sat up as she discerned a toothy grin on his face with a distinguishable gold crown on his top left canine. Sandra thought that he was rather unattractive and somewhat crude-looking.

“Oh, um, excuse me? Who are you? Can I help you vith something?” Sandra awkwardly said as she removed her sunglasses. She couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy sensing his eyes hungrily eating up her revealing form. The Swiss wife sighed, figuring that it was only a matter of time before she was approached by a man.

The man’s expression became one of amusement hearing her German-Swiss accent. “Ah, apologies. My name is Bruno!” he roared. “What’s your name, pretty lady?” Sandra shuddered, detecting the suggestiveness behind his tone.

“Erh, meine name ist Sandra…” she answered in German-Swiss. 

“Ah, Sandra! That’s a lovely name!” 

Sandra slowly nodded, showing an uneasy smile. She wondered what this man wanted from her, he was giving off strange vibes. “What brings you to this lovely town? Are you here on vacation?” Bruno asked. 

“Yes, I am on vacation…” she answered. 

“Heh, alone I might hope?” the older man interrupted, licking his lips. 

Sandra’s brows arched as she skeptically leered at him. “No, I’m vith my husband. We’re here visiting his grandma,” the Swiss wife was quick to explain, she made sure to emphasize ‘husband’. 

“Hmm, is that right…” Bruno annoyingly squinted. Glancing behind her he noted the house not too far away. “Oh, does his grandma happen to be Joana??” Sandra nodded. “Ah! I have known her for a long time! She’s a wonderful lady!” 

“You don’t mind if I get to know you better, do you? I love to meet new faces, we don’t get them here around often. Especially a pretty one such as yourself,” Bruno continued as he welcomed himself into her beach setup. Sandra’s Nordic blue eyes widened as he lowered his bigger body down onto the towel with her.  

Sandra swiftly sat up and cautiously scooted away from the stranger as he settled right next to her. The burly man was getting too close for comfort. “Oh, um, of course…” she politely said. As much as she didn’t want to converse with this man, she didn’t want to appear rude, she disliked having conflict. And even though she caught onto his flirtatious behavior toward her, he did sound like he was a genuine older gentleman. Men like him can be quite playful, especially when talking with young women, Sandra figured.

“So where are you from, Sandra? I’ve never seen a woman as beautiful as you visit our town before?” Sandra hastily searched for her husband only to find him nowhere to be found. His relatives were also missing. Had they left her?

“Vhere did he go??” Sandra urgently thought to herself. She quickly glanced at her phone to see if Lucas shot her a text about his whereabouts. Nothing. And his phone was out of sight too, so that meant he must have stopped by. Why didn’t he have the decency to at least inform her? It made Sandra a bit frustrated again. Even though she would get too ticked off at Lucas’ inconsideration, the nefarious situation she found herself in prompted a spark of resentment toward him. 

A sudden hand on her hip forced Sandra to break from her thoughts. She gasped feeling Bruno’s big hand give her a firm squeeze as he pulled her close. “Oh! I’m from Switzerland,” Sandra stammered, blushing a bit. He was getting a little bit too comfortable. Perhaps he was a little more than just friendly. She tried to scoot even further away, but his grip was quite impressive as he held her firmly.

“Switzerland! I’ve heard there were plenty of pretty ladies over there. I’m glad to know that the rumors are true!” Bruno exclaimed. Sandra felt him tug her closer. 

“Yeah…” she muttered. Although he complimented her; now his intentions were apparent. She didn’t appreciate the manner he conducted his praise and how he held her so casually. She was a married woman! One thing is to be flirtatious, but openly touching a woman so suggestively? Surely this was too far?? 

“Heh, never knew I had a thing for Swiss women until now,” Bruno continued his flirty antics, his hand slowly falling from her thigh and to her soft ass. 

Sandra quickly caught his wrist. “You should be careful now. I’m a married woman, remember? Didn’t your mother teach you better?” she respectfully chided. It would be in her right to give him a slap for even trying to do something so crude, but her polite nature prompted her to just suck it up and endure.

Bruno temporarily pulled his hand away back to her waist; still not the best place to leave his hand, and it still made her uncomfortable, but at least it wasn’t near her butt. “Ah, my mother taught me if I want something, go get it.” Sandra’s facial expression went flat. 

“Some mother she was…” she disappointedly thought.

“And I want you…” he stated bluntly, forcing his hand back down onto her ass, managing to sneak it under her and giving her cheek a firm squeeze. 

“Oh! Bruno!” she involuntarily gasped. However, it sounded like she enjoyed his salacious advance. 

“Hehe, did you like that? I can tell a woman like you loves to be touched…” 

“You know nothing about me. Please move your hand away before my husband returns,” Sandra tried to remain as calm and polite as possible as her cheeks blushed heavily, she had never been grabbed so salaciously like that before. She wanted to shove his hand away and retaliate with a jab or slap, but she felt that it would anger him, and she disliked conflict. So she was left in such a precarious situation, especially being a foreigner. It was getting harder to retain her composure as his squeezes were so firm and determined, that she had to even had to suppress a whimper.

“Oh, come on, Sandra,” he purred. “I saw him go into town with some people not too long ago. We have some time to get to know each other some more…” 

“He vent into town vithout me?? He said that ve vould go together!” Sandra frustratedly exclaimed to herself. Now she was really getting mad at Lucas. Not only did he just abandon her to the company of this flirtatious older man, but he also went forward with the plans that they had made together! However, for the sake of her marriage, she remained steadfast in her chaste.

“Just because my husband isn’t here, it doesn't give you the right to act so inappropriately,” Sandra said firmly, although, the fact that Lucas left without a word still nagged at her. At least he could’ve said something.

Bruno chuckled and placed his free hand on her left leg, slowly tracing her smooth serene skin with his fat fingers. “And yet you’re letting me…”

Sandra’s eyes shot open. Why wasn't she putting up a fight against this lecherous bastard? This would easily be considered assault, but she kept allowing him to touch her. She had even grabbed his wrist but didn’t attempt to push it away. Her mind raced and her stomach churned with disgust. However, his touch was making her feel strange. He was so strong… so rough… Not like Lucas…

“I- I’m just trying to let you down carefully…” Sandra politely reasoned, still attempting to be diplomatic even if it was working against her. 

“It seems like it isn’t working,” Bruno teased, slipping his hand deeper into her inner thighs. But before he could venture further, Sandra caught his hand and insistently pushed it back. 

“I think I should get going now,” the beautiful blonde put her foot down, breaking from her paralyzed state and away from Bruno. She figured that instead of confrontation, creating distance between him and herself would be the best course of action before things got too far. “I vould suggest you don’t show your face here again. You vouldn’t vant my husband catching you talking up his wife.” 

“Heh! You think I’m scared of your husband??” Bruno amusingly exclaimed as he grabbed Sandra by the arm and yanked her back to him. 

“Hey!” she gasped. 

“I’ve seen him. He’s just a skinny little wimp!” Sandra’s eyes glared out of fury hearing him disrespect her lover. “I doubt he could even satisfy you in bed. I can tell he has a small dick. You need a real man who knows what you want.”

“Excuse me?!” she replied, bemused by his statement. But as defaming his words were, she knew deep down, he was right. “He’s perfectly f-fine in bed!”

Bruno grinned knowingly, catching her stutter. “Ah ah ah. And that’s a lie.” 

Sandra ground her teeth and stared daggers at the older man. “Enough of this!”

“Don’t look at me like that. I was just speaking the truth. You want to know how I know?”

“Vhat??” Sandra replied, confused. 

“It’s because of how uptight you are, pretty lady. I have a good eye for women that are just aching to be fucked like they deserve. And, sexy, well, you are giving off all the signs.” Sandra’s jaw dropped in disbelief at how vulgar this bastard was. “You can tell the truth, there’s no one here except us… So tell me, does your husband satisfy you?”

The blonde Swiss just blankly stared at Bruno’s aged face not knowing how to respond, his gold crown shining through his smug grin. Her involuntary silence only cemented his conclusions. “Hmm, just as I thought… I think you need a real man to satisfy you…” the burly man declared, licking his lips.

“My husband is man enough…” It was foolish to entertain Bruno, but Sandra objected anyway for the sake of defending her husband, but she knew deep down she was lying to herself. Deep down she knew, Bruno was a man's man and Lucas simply wasn’t. But even then, that didn’t mean that her husband didn’t satisfy her! He was perfectly fine, right?

Chuckling, Bruno took Sandra’s left hand and placed it against his crotch. “Oh my! Bruno! Vhat are you doing??”

“Feel me, Sandra. Feel what a real man is like…” he growled. 

Sandra was left appalled as she felt his manhood under his shorts. It was so big, so thick, so hard… A maelstrom of emotions washed over as she held onto his cock. Shame, disgust, and, strangely, intrigue swelled within. It felt so thick and hard, but surely it couldn’t be that impressive. 

But as wrong as it was to hold another man’s penis, Sandra remained still, not making any effort to back off. She felt paralyzed, frozen. “Heh, all chaste women like you always switch up once they feel what I’m packing!” Bruno victoriously said with a wide grin.

Shaking her head into focus, Sandra attempted to jerk her arm away, but Bruno held her firmly. “Feel it… Feel how big I am…”

Sandra began to frantically mumble to herself in Swiss, kicking herself for allowing this to go too far. She was flustered that she was doing something so taboo. Her slender fingers involuntarily wrapped around the outline of his fat shaft, giving him a subtle squeeze.

“Oh, yeah… Here, let me pull these down real quick for you so you can get a proper look,” Bruno said, pulling his shorts down. 

“That is not nece–” Sandra tried to say. But her lack of firm protest against his provocative advances made Bruno more confident to proceed. As Bruno’s shorts fell, his erect cock flung straight up, causing her to gasp in utter surprise. 

His Brazilian hog was so big and monstrous with a patch of dark pubic hair perched above his shaft, it had to be at least eight inches, maybe more: it had thick veins wrapping around his shaft, his cockhead was bulbous, and it throbbed heavily. Sandra was almost hypnotized, she had never seen someone this big in person. The sight of something so… monstrous… so magnificent, caused her resistance to momentarily falter. Lucas and all her past lovers could never compare to what Bruno was carrying. 

Bruno hungrily licked his teeth observing Sandra’s mile-long stare. He had her hooked, now he just had to reel her in. “Do you like what you see?”

The Swiss beauty momentarily snapped from her daze. “V-vhat? Ugh… Vhat am I doing?? This is not right… I can’t be doing this vith you… My husband vill be back soon.”

Sandra made another weak attempt to pull away, but yet again, Bruno kept her anchored down. “Oh, come on, Sandra. Look how hard you made me with your incredible beauty. Why don’t you just hold it for a second? Just to see what it’s like, what a real cock feels like. And if you’re a good girl, well, we’re just getting to the good part,” he insisted, alluding to something more as he tugged her hand back toward his monstrous manhood, and his compliments made her feel weirdly flattered.

Sandra nervously glanced around her surroundings to see if Lucas was returning from wherever he went. It was beneath her to even consider continuing these adulterous activities, but Bruno’s cock had her in its grasp. She just needed to observe him for a little longer…

Bruno gave her another strong tug. “Come on, look at how hard you made me… I can’t go through the rest of my day like this… Your beauty is making me so aroused. Please, just touch it for a bit…” he persisted with a more whiny tone, playing at her polite and kind nature, her weakness… 

“Sheisse… This is so wrong, Bruno, I can’t…” Sandra exclaimed in her native tongue. She now felt strangely responsible. She had no idea why since Bruno came onto her. It was a blessing and a curse, she was too polite and empathetic for her own good!

“Come on, it will just be for a second. You know you want to hold it too, so just do it. There’s nothing wrong with some harmless touching. Satisfy some curiosities,” the burly man continued to compel the Swiss woman. 

“This is more than harmless! I vould be cheating!” she exclaimed.

“Hmm, perhaps… You can always refuse… But if you don’t, you’ll leave this old man all riled up and restless all day…” Sandra had tried to refuse many times, and now, when allowed to refuse she was left incredibly guilty and responsible for Bruno’s current state. 

Sandra was confused. His persistence, guilt-tripping, and prolonged exposure to his strangely alluring cock had wreaked havoc on her rationale. The Swiss wife was beginning to forget how she got here in the first place!

Sandra nervously bit her lip as her alluring blue eyes searched their surroundings once more. Little did she know, her slit was moistening from this whole depraved scenario. She just kept staring at his throbbing, needy cock, begging for her touch. 

Letting out a resigned sigh, she capitulated, her kind nature getting the best of her. But as obligated and pressured as she felt, this was just a mere ploy her aroused subconscious deployed to explore her deepest and darkest desires. Composing herself for what she was about to do, she reached for his cock. But as she did the glint of her wedding ring caught her eye just before she could wrap her fingers around his shaft. Guilt and shame crashed over her, but her curiosity, obligation, and growing arousal toward his endowment pushed back against these feelings. 

Tilting her eyes toward Bruno, he gave an affirming nod to keep going. Her inhibitions had been thoroughly eroded at this point from the storm of emotions tangling her heartstrings. Swallowing her saliva down her drying throat, she swiftly removed her wedding ring and put it aside.

“Forgive me, Lucas…” Sandra mumbled to herself as she grasped his hog with her delicate hand. However, a small part of her blamed him for her being in such a nefarious situation. 

“Ohhh, your hand is so soft, Sandra!” Bruno roared out. Sandra couldn’t believe how her day could have taken a drastic turn. She went from a wholesome vacation with her loving husband to holding some damn bastard’s cock, squeezing it to feel how firm it was, to feel its girth. 

Sandra felt his heat against her palm. The sensation of him pulsating in her hand made her feel butterflies in her stomach. Handling his beast of a cock was completely foreign to her. Lucas never got this hard and wasn’t even half his length and girth. Her subconscious agreed to the brutal reality that Bruno was a real man, and Lucas wasn’t. 

She examined him as if he were a patient at the hospital where she worked; although she wasn’t in that specific field of practice, she knew how the procedures went. She directed his erect pole to get different angles. Her eyes scrutinized him, baffled at how different he was in contrast to her husband. Her blue eyes widened discerning how big his balls were as well. They looked so heavy and full of sperm. Lucas’ looked like small grapes compared to Bruno.

“Okay, now stroke it for me…” Bruno told Sandra. The blonde gave him an uneasy look. “Please?” he made some poor excuse to sound nice after all his salacious advances. Sandra was already down the rabbit hole, so she begrudgingly agreed to his naughty request.

“Dammit, keep an eye out for my husband…” she ordered. She felt so depraved for saying that, now that she was actively participating in her adultery. 

“Heh, you got it,” Bruno agreed. 

She slowly began to stroke the length of his cock. Bruno grunted and groaned quietly as she jerked him off with shallow movements. Her motions were a bit awkward since she wasn’t used to handling this type of equipment. “Come on, Sandra. You can do better than that…”

Rolling her eyes, she gave him longer strokes, eliciting satisfied moans from his lips. His slimy precum profusely leaked from his cavernous slit as she pumped him, lathering his shaft, making it easier to jerk him. “Ohhh, ohhh, yess!” Bruno grunted. 

Sandra was so enthralled in what she was doing. Her thoughts about her marriage and since been shoved in the back of her mind. This was just to scratch some curiosity. Just an experiment to see what it was like. Nothing more! Still, the way Bruno throbbed and dribbled for her was arousing. The hidden primal instincts she thought she never had lurched out, unleashing her lustful desires. 

She unknowingly salivated and nibbled on her lip as she watched her hand glide up and down his magnificent cock. Her fingers were barely able to wrap around the entirety of his girth. Leaning more into it, she repositioned herself and sat on her knees before him. Bruno smirked seeing her falling deeper into his grasp as he splayed his big legs for her.

“Augh, use both hands…” Bruno winced. Sandra sighed and grabbed him with her right hand. The older man bellowed with pleasure as his bald head fell back. Her undulating hands made his mind go numb, but as good as it felt, it could be better.

“Augh, Sandra… It’s a bit dry…” Bruno groaned uncomfortably. 

“And vhat do you vant me to do about it??” Sandra confusingly replied, maintaining her focus on jerking off his manhood. 

The bald man smiled sinisterly. “Spit on it,” he simply stated. 

Sandra jerked her face up toward him. She looked disgusted and bewildered. However, the more she stared at his big cock, the more sense it made. So much of his precum was coming out and yet, his cock was still somehow dry. Surely that was chafing him! Maybe some lubrication would help?

So hesitantly, Sandra spat on his cockhead, lubing his cock with her saliva. She was even surprised by how much she produced. A thick, stringy line of saliva trailed from her lips to his tip. It was such a vile thing to do, but it did wonders for him. And her. She had never done anything like this, but it seemed like the natural course of action.

Bruno let out a deep moan as she resumed jerking him off. It was so hot to see her spit on his cock, the sexy innocent foreigner doing something like that for him. Especially since she was a married woman. He wondered if her husband ever got her to do anything like this. Bruno doubted it, so he planned to take full advantage of this lucky opportunity.

He ran a fat hand through her pristine blonde hair, making Sandra tense up as she felt him guide her head closer to his formidable manhood. But Sandra wasn’t having it, she didn’t grace this man any more sexual favors. She was already doing enough as is. Sandra roughly pulled his hand away, causing Bruno to let out a hearty laugh at the Swiss woman’s displeasure.

Ignoring his smug looks, Sandra concentrated on stroking the girth of his hog as her other hand squeezed the length, varying the pressure. She slowly realized she was putting in way more effort in jerking off Bruno than she had with Lucas! Of course, time was of the essence, but still, Sandra couldn’t believe herself, it was so wrong, yet, so arousing…

Still, he felt amazing. The weight and heft of his manhood were much more significant than that of Lucas’s. Sandra wanted to think of something to excuse this but struggled to think as she stared down the barrel of his cock. Maybe his age made him different from younger men.

Sandra also never felt anything this hard before. She squeezed him tighter as she stroked him faster, earning more satisfied grunts from Bruno. His cock was just so impressive, she didn’t want to stop. She wanted to feel more of it. The heat of his cock in her palms, the smoothness of his skin, the sticky sound of her hands gliding up and down his shaft, and the sounds he made all meshed together in her head. Her pussy was getting wetter by the second.

She was so enthralled in jerking Bruno off that she didn’t realize that Bruno was about to cum. But he knew. And he was going to give her a proper send-off. Oh, what a sight she’d be with his huge load across her face, pastry and sticky clinging to her beautiful facial features. He was going to make sure to make her his before she departed.

“Ahhh, Sandra… keep going! Just like that!” he roared.

Sandra kept up her pace and then some, eager to finish him off. The fact she was about to make another man cum from her hands alone was oddly empowering. She felt almost proud to bring him to completion with her hands. His fat cockhead swelled with each stroke, and his balls churned.

Then his balls jumped, surprising Sandra completely, as several huge ropes of cum launched out and coated her face with his hot seed. “Oh meine gott!” Sandra shrieked in surprise, unable to process what was happening. 

Bruno bellowed loudly as his cock kept pulsing and firing more of his thick load. It splattered all over her face and chest. A few strays even hit her in the blonde hair that Lucas adored so much. Sandra instinctively tried to pull away as his gooey load drenched her. But Bruno didn’t allow it. His grip held her head firm.

Sandra let out a frustrated growl as she was forced to endure his cum shower. His hot seed stung her eyes and got into her mouth, coating her tongue with his nasty bitter, salty flavor. Her face was covered with his seed as more and more ropes shot out of him. It was so hot and heavy, almost like syrup. Lucas never came this much, he wasn’t even close to the sheer volume Bruno produced!

After about a couple of more ropes, Bruno finally pulled his cock away, leaving Sandra shocked and covered with his mess. Shutting her lips, she reflexively gulped down what was in her mouth, savoring his flavor. It wasn’t that much, but it was incredibly potent.

“Hah! You liked that, didn’t you?”

“V-v-vhat? No! I- I just want your cum out of my mouz!” Sandra hissed, her accent thickening as she wiped off what she could from her lips and face.

She became acutely aware of her state of disarray. She needed to get cleaned up as soon as possible! Getting up to her feet, she undid her sarong and hurried down to the water. Submerging herself into the warm water, Sandra splashed her face and hair, watching away his sticky semen.

She felt so dirty on the outside as well as the inside. What she did was so wrong, so taboo, giving another man a handjob, spitting on his cock. Sandra just wanted to curl up into a ball and cry. But as guilty as she felt, her body tingled with curiosity and arousal. There was this strange tingling feeling buzzing inside of her that made her heart race with excitement. Despite how depraved she acted behind her husband’s back, it was thrilling. Never had she felt this rush before. It made her want to seek this feeling again.

Sandra kept comparing Bruno to her husband. The older man was so big, way bigger than Lucas. She couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like inside her. An itch manifested deep within her core as she thought about his impressive manhood. The vivid image of it was seared into her mind, rendering her hopelessly confused about her predicament. It made her feel guilty, but at the same time, hopelessly intrigued and curious. Though, after what she did with Bruno… It was just so wrong… So taboo…

Stepping out of the water, Sandra groaned in discomfort feeling the sand sticking to her feet and between her toes. But she was quickly reminded of her depravity seeing Bruno now standing in front of her beach setup with his shorts back up his big hairy legs. She discerned his smug toothy grin and seemingly glowing gold crown.

Sandra's stomach churned and her face blushed from the sheer amount of embarrassment crashing over her. She still couldn’t believe that she jerked this old man off and let him cum on her. It was beneath her to do something so vile! What on earth even led her to do such a thing?

Bruno’s dark eyes hungrily ate up the Swiss wife’s elegant wet form as she approached him. He felt his cock swell once again in his shorts as he examined her fair serene skin, elegant curves, perky, yet supple tits, and long legs. The burly man licked his lips imagining having her on his bed, fucking her better than her husband ever could, and making her addicted to his cock. He chuckled to himself knowing that this goal was tangible. If he could persuade this polite, Swiss woman into a handjob, it was a certainty that he could get more.

“Ugh, vhat are you still doing here??” Sandra snarled as she tried to move past him. 

“Me? I still want to get to know you better,” Bruno replied with his signature smug smile as he grabbed her arm. 

Sandra gasped as she felt his strength and how brazen he was! He just grabbed her! His big rough hand had her in a vice grip, causing her to halt in her tracks. “Tsk, vould you stop grabbing me like that?!” the Swiss wife spat. 

“Oh, come on, you know you like it, being handled by a real man like me,” Bruno declared confidently as he forcibly tugged her to him.

Sandra was rattled by how easily this burly man could move her. Lucas could never do something like this to her; mostly because he was never the dominant type, but his lack of physical prowess may have also played a role in that. 

Bruno was a vulgar man, everything opposite of what her husband was. Everything about the older man seemed flawed, but, even after all that, Sandra had this strange attraction toward him. It was as if his forceful and salacious behavior was unlocking her hidden desires. As if it was instinctual.

Being the same height, Sandra and Bruno’s faces became dangerously close as she was pulled toward him. Her boobs pressed against his chest, causing her cheeks to flush. She could even feel his intimate warmth and heavy breathing. 

“Augh, enough of this. You need to leave, now,” Sandra commanded, pushing against his chest. But Bruno wrapped his big big arms around her wet torso, holding her still. Her breaths got sharp and shallow as her heart raced. His raw strength made her knees go weak as she melted into him.

“Yeah, yeah, I will in a bit. But first, I want to know what you thought about my cock,” Bruno said as his rough hands carefully traced the sides of her torso.

Sandra winced at his touch. He was suddenly so delicate, so sensual. It was forceful, but with determined conviction, as if he was taking what he wanted. Her pussy was growing insatiably wet. “Vhat is there to talk about? I touched you, and that’s that. Vhy must you torment me,” the beautiful blonde replied. 

“Why must you deny your desires?” Bruno retorted. “Just tell me. Tell me the truth. I’ll keep it a secret,” Bruno responded with a more gentle voice. Sandra pursed her lips and leered at him. “And don’t say anything about your husband, he’s not here. What he doesn’t know won’t harm him,” the bald man added. 

Sandra unknowingly bit her lip feeling his hands down the curves of her hips and onto her ass. “Sheisse…” she quietly cursed. 

“Tell me… Tell me what you think…” he persisted. 

Rolling her Nordic blue eyes, Sandra let out a heavy sigh and finally answered, “It vas big…” 

“Hmm, how big?”

“Very…”

“Bigger than your husband?”

Sandra hesitated. “Yes… vay bigger than him…” It felt wrong admitting that to Bruno, but oddly enough, it gave her that tingling buzz she grew to enjoy. It was like admitting his superiority over the man she loved, which gave her mixed emotions.

Bruno grinned victoriously and gave her ass a firm squeeze, eliciting a moan from her lush lips. “Did you enjoy stroking me off?” he continued, his aged face inching closer to Sandra’s. 

“Yes… I- I liked stroking you…” Sandra replied, her face involuntarily approaching Bruno’s as well. She had no idea why she was falling deeper into this man’s grasp. Thoughts of her husband were shoved to the back of her mind as she gave into her carnal desires. 

“Did it feel good in your hands?” Bruno continued. Sandra slowly nodded, nibbling on the corner of her lip. “Say it, I want to hear from your lips,” the bald man ordered.

“Yes, it felt good in my hands… It vas so big…”

“And what about my cum? Did you like it?” 

Sandra’s throat got dry. This man was summoning the depravity from her very being. “Yes… I liked your cum…” the beautiful blonde admitted. 

“Tell me why you liked it.”

Sandra’s breath trembled with arousal. “Your cum is so thick… so hot…” she began.

“Keep going…” Bruno prodded. 

“There vas so much of it… I’ve never seen a man cum as much as you do…” Lucas never came that much for her, no matter what she did.

“And how do I taste?”

“Good…” was all Sandra could say in the lowest of mutters. Bruno grinned victoriously. This sexy Earuopean would be his in no time. 

Sandra’s heart pounded in her chest finding that her face was now dangerously close to Bruno’s. Her hands reflexively grabbed onto his wrists feeling his big hands fall onto her ass. His pudgy fingers dug into her soft flesh, salaciously kneading and groping her cheeks, splaying them around as if it was playdough. He was so rough, so vulgar, but Sandra felt herself get flustered from getting manhandled by him.

Then, making the first move, Bruno shortened the remaining distance between them and connected lips with her. Sandra’s eyes shot open as she felt his tongue force its way past her lips and into her mouth. Why wasn’t she pushing him away, or putting up any sort of resistance? Instead, she fell into it. She couldn’t believe she was kissing a man that wasn’t her husband. How could she allow herself to be seduced by this lecherous old man?!

But no matter how wrong she knew what she was doing, Sandra continued to allow Bruno to keep kissing her. His big tongue danced and twirled with hers, and his saliva tasted like cigarettes and alcohol, causing her stomach to twist with disgust. But despite all that, Sandra found herself melting deeper into his kiss. 

Eventually, she got into the flow of things and began to kiss him back. Their lips sloppily pressed and smacked together as her tongue lurched into his mouth. Sandra’s pussy became sopping went as she swapped saliva with Bruno. As they made out, her hands left his wrists, allowing the older man to have free reign on her ass, and wrapped her arms around his wide torso. 

The two pushed and tugged at each other as their naughty kissing intensified. Sandra felt Bruno’s mast grow against her, making that itch inside of her grow. “Mhmm, hmmm, mhmmm,” the Swiss wife moaned between their lips as she pushed her body further into his. 

She was lost in the arousal. She would admit that Bruno was a far better kisser than Lucas ever was. Bruno was just so assertive, so domineering with her. From how he grabbed at her and kissed her screamed that he was a man that took what he wanted, and that made her even more attracted to the old bastard. It was wrong to admit such feelings, but it is only natural that a female would gravitate to a stronger and more dominant male. 

But eventually, their sloppy kissing session was cut short by the abrupt sound of a group of people approaching them from behind the brush further behind them. Sandra’s ears perked up, discerning the familiarity of some of the voice, and hastily jerked back from Bruno, strings their mixed saliva connecting from their lips.

“Sheisse! You need to leave, now!” Sandra urgently said, breaking from Bruno’s embrace. “I think my husband is back!”

Bruno casually turned around and recognized the group of people approaching their location. “Hmm, that’s a damn shame… but sure thing sexy… You wouldn’t want your husband catching you with a real man,” the burly man replied. Sandra blushed heavily grasping the gravity of her nefarious situation. 

“I hope to see you around soon,” Bruno smirked, reaching over and giving Sandra’s ass one last firm squeeze.

“Shush it, and just leave already! Schnell!” Sandra hissed in her native tongue, pushing Bruno away from her beach setup. Rolling his eyes, Bruno chuckled and walked off showing with a gentle wave, leaving Sandra alone.

Sandra nervously glanced between Bruno and the sound of the encroaching group of people. She sighed in relief to see that her new ‘friend’ was now a safe distance from her to stave off any suspicion. She quickly looked over herself to see if she was somewhat presentable. She wasn’t. Sandra was still soaked from the water, and her entire demeanor was left utterly flustered from her adulterous encounter.

Turning the corner, Sandra spotted her husband and his cousins with cases of beer in hand, loosely laughing and conversing. “Oh, you went for a swim??” Lucas surprisingly queried, noticing her wet body. 

Sandra’s cheeks became rosy knowing the reason why she uncharacteristically went into the water. “Yeah… I just thought I might take a quick dip… It vas getting pretty hot out…” she explained to her husband. Lucas smiled and nodded.

“Well, that's fun! You should have swum with us earlier!” he cheered, it was becoming more apparent that he was a little tipsy. 

Sandra was quickly reminded of where Lucas’ whereabouts, causing her eyes to frustratingly glare at him. “And vhere did you go??” she asked, maintaining a calm voice. 

“Oh, me? Eh… I just went into town with my cousins to get a few drinks, that’s all.”

“And you didn’t bother to tell me?” Sandra said sternly. Lucas’ eyes widened.

“What?? You were sleeping, I didn’t want to bother you since you were sleeping.”

Sandra rolled her eyes and shook her head. “And you didn’t even text me…” she added. 

“Oh, right… I forgot, sorry…” Lucas’ nonchalantly shrugged. A vein popped in Sandra’s forehead. Did he not understand how this was a big deal? He just left her completely on her own in a foreign country! Well… almost completely on her own… 

Maybe her fidelity would have been in full condition if Lucas hadn’t abandoned her. How could he just go off like that?

“Ugh, vhatever,” the elegant blonde sighed at his inconsideration.

“Are you mad or something??” Lucas asked; could he really not tell?!

“Hmmm, maybe,” Sandra grumbled. “It’s just that ve made plans to go into town together, remember? I appreciate the thought of not vanting to vake me from my nap, but you have to remember the things ve agreed on together!”

Lucas visibly shuddered hearing his wife rip him a new one. Sandra was both frustrated and mad at her husband. If he had just woken her up, none of the things with Bruno would have ever happened! She would have never broken her vows and delved into the alluring pool of depravity if Lucas just would have cared just a little more.

But as mad as she was, Sandra spotted his cousins awkwardly standing behind him. Her ears got red hot recognizing she was causing a commotion; something she hated doing. While she still thought Lucas was in the wrong, it was not right for her to cause a scene. “Hmmm, it’s fine, though… just please be a little more considerate next time,” Sandra sighed, attempting to de-escalate the situation.

Lucas’ glum face quickly lit up and happily nodded as if nothing happened which caused Sandra to feel a little irked that her husband seemed to not grasp what she told him. Nonetheless, the tension had seemingly loosened, allowing everyone to move on.

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