Chapter 4

Mona had worked hard to get her skin nice and tanned, and it showed. Now she looked like she'd been there a good while-her deep tan made her all the more tantalizing to the hungry eyes that followed her around the pool.

She noticed it, too. The eyes. She liked that so much. Having men-and even women-follow her every sleek move excited her and made her think of herself as something so special. For too long she had only been "Nick's better half." Now she was a somebody, herself, Mona.

She had much more confidence now. No longer so dependent upon Nick for everything. He was the leader, or had been in the past. Whatever Nick wanted to do was what they did. Go bowling, go fishing, go to baseball and football games. Never anything of her own choosing.

All of his decision-making made her aware of her dependence on him. But now, newly tan, in a foreign land and plenty of sex had freed her.

It had been a few days now since Cindy and Al had left. Mona thought about how grateful she was to them for opening her up, showing her a new life. If it hadn't been for them, if the pair hadn't come and sat down right beside them that first day there, she knew her life would have run along the same submissive path.

This was only the beginning. Maybe back home she'd be able to forge ahead in her newfound freedom and be herself for a change. People would be shocked at her, the little innocent librarian. No more! People would wonder what her Mexican vacation had done to her.

Their swinging together had felt good. She had adjusted to it and honestly could say she felt no jealousies whatsoever. In fact, it seemed to bring her and Nick closer together. Now that their fantasies were being played out, they felt more relaxed with each other and so much more loving.

The afternoon they spent on Ixtapa Island at Playa Cuachalate was something Mona would never forget.

Nick and Mona heard about the boat trip one could take to the island a few miles out from the beach in front of Club Med, and they made arrangements at the little travel service across from their hotel. For about $20 they could get a taxi to the boats in front of Club Med and then sail off to the island where they could spend a leisurely day sunbathing, splashing in the cool lagoon and eating smoked red snapper at a little island restaurant with a thatched roof and beach-sand floors.

As they walked down the beach in front of Club Med to the place where the boats would take them to the island, Mona was pleasantly surprised to see a young girl who had been sunbathing casually stroll down to the water for a dip in nothing more than her orange bikini bottoms. Her stout firm breasts stood out remarkably well, bouncing with every footstep. Nick nearly fell over at the sight, licking his lips and remarking, "Look at the tits on her."

Mona had never dreamed of such thingswomen sunbathing topless. She'd heard from Nick that in California, where nude beaches were, it wasn't an uncommon sight. But seeing that young girl, so oblivious to everyone walking along the beach, astounded her. And it excited her, too. The breasts now held new interest since Cindy had initiated her into the ways of female-to-female lovemaking. It would always be a part of her now. She loved fucking and would always, but it was also something special to have such closeness with a well-proportioned sexy woman, too. She was glad Nick understood that and even encouraged it. He'd told her the night before, "Get all of it you want. Even when I'm not around. I'd like to be included, but I'll understand if you want and need a little pussy on the side. Just tell me about it afterwards."

The guide who went with the group of twenty or so was a handsome Mexican who spoke perfect English. In Mexico, being a tour guide was a very honorable profession. One that demanded training and a license. You had to speak English well, be a good organizer and have the patience to go along with the many weird tourists and their sometimes unreasonable demands.

Mona noticed that Enrico paid her much attention. Of course this was not unusual either, since the Mexican men are first-class womanizers. They think it perfectly proper to whistle and smile and wink at other women, married or not. Romantics of the first order.

This attention made Mona glow inwardly and she felt so feminine. As soon as they invaded the island beach, Enrico told them they'd meet back at the restaurant at 4:30 for a dinner of fish and all the trimmings. They were advised that the beach was theirs and that they could scatter in any direction.

Nick and Mona headed, beach towels and blanket under arm, for the other side of the island. A path led them winding up and down slight hills along palm-tree lined banks until they came to a calm, blue lagoon.

Two other young couples followed them and plopped their blankets and cameras not far away. The water was so cool and soothing. Various tiny seashells washed up with the ebb and flow of the current and they reached down, picking them up and keeping some, but discarding most.

Mona noticed that Enrico had followed along and was standing on the beach by the blanket.

Nick had brought his snorkel and fins and was snorkeling for what he could find.

"Just a minute!" Mona hollered. "I want to talk to you!"

Enrico was smiling from ear to ear, and a gold-capped tooth shown brightly.

They talked, stretched out on the blanket, Mona in the white bikini that everyone made such a fuss over and Enrico in tight red trunks that barely contained his bulging privates.

Nick glanced at them once or twice and then went happily about his play, diving and splashing for seashells.

"You like it here?" Enrico asked.

"It's a marvelous spot. So pretty. The water's magnificent."

"I thought you would. You have such a nice tan to take back with you."

"Yeah, it's coming along fine. Lot's of sun and care will do it. I use this lotion here. It's got a good sunscreen. Would you put some on my back for me? It's hard to reach."

Enrico's eyes glistened and sparkled at the suggestion. "Of course. Anything to help such a beautiful woman as you."

He was such a flatterer. It made her tremble inside when his smooth hands rubbed the cream softly into her skin in tiny circles, then bigger ones. She laid on her stomach and unfastened her bra strap so that she wouldn't leave a light line across her bronzed back.

Enrico's heart pounded as he rubbed her back gently. "Oh, that feels so good," Mona noted happily. "I could have you do that for hours."

Mona glanced down toward the beach to see what Nick was up to. He was way down the beach, maybe one-hundred yards now. Then she glanced at Enrico and noticed his hard-on. It thrilled her and made her pulse beat quicker.

She knew all about their swapping, but what about a situation like this? What would Nick think if he found her messing around with Enrico? She couldn't imagine what would happen.

"You excite me," he said quietly, whispering in her ear.

Then she felt his hot lips on her ear, kissing her, his hand rubbing gently on her lower back, just above her bikini bottoms. She felt weak from head to toe and didn't turn away from his kisses.

She turned her head and he kissed her tenderly on the lips, sucking gently at her lower lip. She felt her body grow warm, and touched his muscular arm, her finger kneading his flesh as they kissed for so long.

Her breasts were exposed, pointing straight at his hairy chest. He pulled against her and she felt her boobs mash against the heat of his trembling body.

"Oh, Enrico," she moaned. "I don't know what's happening to me," she groaned as she shook noticeably.

"Are you cold?"

"No, just hold me tight and kiss me."

"But what if your husband comes back?"

"He won't. We can see him way down there."

She wanted to do it on the sly. If only they could disguise what they were doing.

"If we're careful," she continued, "we can make love-if that's what you want."

"Yes, you're so gorgeous-like a movie star."

His romancing her was stirring her brain to a delirium of titillating heat. She felt even weaker now, her legs trembling. She couldn't stand up if her life required it.

They kissed deeply, tongues lashing together, hands roving over one another's body until they were white-hot inside their guts.

Her eyes were glassy as she moved her hand down to his hot crotch and lightly cupped his nuts. She could feel each ball distinctly through the material of his swim trunks. Then she ran her finger gently around the bulging knob of his cock.

Enrico moaned and lowered his head, sucking in one of her pink nipples. She could feel it pop up in his mouth as he ran his tongue round and round the tip. She put her hand into the top of Enrico's trunks and felt the wetness of hs cockhead. It was a slime of glistening juice now, heated and running from her kisses and the touch of her gentle breasts.

Mona glanced down the beach and saw Nick as only a speck out in the surf, down more than one-hundred yards now. "Whew, that's a relief. He won't see us. If he does, he won't be able to see distinctly."

Enrico swiped at his trunks with a hand, pulling them down enough so that his cock could spring out into the crisp sunlight. Mona's hand worked his shaft up and down, and she felt him swell in her palm. His pecker was thicker than usual. Much thicker than Nick's or Al's or any of the three guys Nick had brought up to the room. His cock was like a club. She moved her head so that she could see it. It was all red on the end and throbbing in her fist. Long, too, but oh, so thick! She'd never seen anything like it. She wanted him but wondered if she could handle it, get all of it inside her creamy cunt.

Enrico's fingers found Mona's crotch and her bikini was moved aside to make room. She felt him maneuver in search of her opening among her matted, wet hair.

She sprung her knees apart as his hand slipped between her steaming thighs. He began to caress her pussy and she gasped for breath. Her breath coming in spurts now made her head spin.

"Please!" she cried. "Please fingerfuck my cunt! That's it, that's good," as he rammed his middle finger up, deep inside her moist snatch.

He moved his finger all around inside her swelling cunt until her hips jumped up to meet him. They kissed hungrily and wetly. He was like a wild-man as he sucked at her neck, nibbled her ears and kissed her arms, all the time fingerfucking her muff.

She felt herself stiffen and then build to a peak under his expert touch, and finally she hit her lovely releasing spasms. Enrico smiled, knowing that she had come in his hand. He felt her hot love juice drip into his hand, squishing and slurping noisily.

"I want you to fuck me!" she pleaded. "But how? He might see us."

"Shit to hell!" she said through her clenched teeth.

Enrico slid up beside her. "Maybe if we lay on our sides, we can do it without looking like we are."

"Yes, oh, please, let's try. Try it anyway!" she cried.

He laid beside her and she lifted her leg, and Enrico was able to twist under her enough so that his cock was pressing against her hot, juicy cunt hair.

His thick cockhead was pressed up against her vaginal lips and she wondered if she could take him in, all of him. He was so thick that her lips stretched wide as he urged the glans slowly into her. She grimaced in a slight instant of pain as he eased himself into her until his cock was well inside.

He hadn't shoved it home yet, worried because of her tightness. But she began to loosen up, ready to accept his cockmeat.

Her legs went rigid beneath him and she could feel the walls of her cunt juicing and contracting all at the same time, squeezing down on his broad manhood.

Enrico pumped in and out slower, then faster and faster, until he was hitting the end of her hot sex tunnel. Juice was slopping out of her, forced out by his huge, thick cock. Her muff made sucking noises as he slid in and out of her pussy.

He launched into a steady pile-driving motion that brought his cum seething to the tip of his cock and then out in gushing spurts that jammed her pussy so full that the semen ran oozing from her, mingled with her own hot juices.

Then he pulled out of her in a sucking plop, his cock springing into daylight. They kissed some more, more deeply than ever.

Mona's feeling scared her in a way. This dark Latin was getting to her. His cock was not like all the others. His was massively thick, and so long and so-beautiful. She wondered if he was one of a kind or if there were more like him around.

She didn't like the feelings she felt for this black-haired mass of manhood. Swinging was one thing-exciting and all that-but feelings deep in her heart for someone other than Nick scared the hell out of her. Thoughts of the children raced through her mind and she trembled.

"What's wrong?" Enrico asked.

"I don't know. I just feel sort of funny," she said, tears beginning to roll off her cheeks.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No," she laughed through her teardrops. "Then what's wrong?"

"Nothing. Don't worry. I'll be all right pretty soon."

Enrico suggested that it would be best if he left now. Nick would be back soon and he didn't want to hang around, causing trouble. "But can I see you again, my lovely?" he queried.

"Maybe we can. You know where I stay. You can find me around the pool."

"But when do you have to leave?"

"The day after tomorrow we go back," she said sadly. The thought now sank into her. She didn't want to ever leave this place. Sure she missed the children. But she wanted this life, this part of her, to stay forever. She felt so brand-new. She didn't want to ever lose that feeling.

When Nick returned, Mona was lying on her back, eyes closed, almost asleep in the sunny sea breezes that floated over her body. He plopped down beside her and kissed her sweetly on the lips, waking her up. "Hey, it's about time. I could have been anyone planting a kiss on you."

"I knew it was you, silly," she said. "I can tell by the luscious way you kiss."

Later, when Nick tried to make love to her, Mona wasn't in the mood. Or she was heavy in thought. She didn't like the way she felt now. She couldn't get Enrico's hot, thick cock out of her mind. He was really something. She wanted to be with him now. It angered her. Here she was with the guy who loved her very much and she was acting so distant.

It bothered Nick, too, but he was gallant about it. Didn't press the issue. When she told him she was tired, drained from the sun, he said he understood and could wait until later. That was just like him, always kind and considerate.

Mona's preoccupation with Enrico bothered her. For the first time since they'd been married she wanted to be with someone else. It wasn't that Nick was not good in bed; it was that Enrico was so special-one of a kind. It made her mad to think of him. She wanted him, yet didn't either. She never felt so mixed up in her life.

She'd think about him and get all wet in her pussy until it rolled out of her, all creamy and squishy. Her insides trembled and her skin tingled with excitement at the thought of him.

Mona asked Nick if they could go back to Ixtapa Island again. "It would be fun to see that blue lagoon again."

"But we've been there. Let's enjoy ourselves-do something different since we've got to go home soon."

Mona's hot pussy ached for Enrico. She wanted to cry because she felt so lonely for him. It seemed that only his gigantic, thick cock could satisfy her now. All others were second-best, too small to satisfy her throbbing sexual hunger.

She even forgot Cindy's beautiful hot cunt. It was nice but no comparison to Enrico's meatpole.

She tried to convince Nick to stay another week. She pleaded, cajoled, begged. Nothing worked. He gave every argument of how he had to get back to work.

The library job was such that she could easily take off another week; they were over-staffed as it was. It would give others a chance to have a fort-hour week. Funds were low these days, public funds certainly were.

"But I've got to work. And what about the kids?" Nick asked.

"Mom and dad would love another week with them. Aren't they always begging us to leave them with her? You know that, don't make excuses."

Visions of Enrico's love-meat made her cunt throb hot and juicy. She would do almost anything to get more of his thick shaft. Crawl on her hands and knees if she had to.

"Darling, I want to stay another week. I know you've got to work, but can't you make other arrangements? They have telephones here. You can call them about it, can't you? Please, Nick. Just this once. I've really enjoyed this week. I don't want it to end now. Please."

Nick insisted as kindly as he could that he had to get back. There were no two ways about it. "I've got to go, sweetheart. Please understand. I can't stay another week. I know this week's been special. I mean, we did some things we've always dreamed of. Cindy and Al, all that was something we'll never forget. But all good things have to come to an end, honey. Nothing can stay forever."

Mona felt crushed, so let down-so defeated. She felt like crying but knew better than that. She'd be too obvious. How could she explain it to him? That she needed Enrico's massive hardness. If they left, she'd be so far away from that. How would she act then? She worried about it. Worried about how she'd show her unhappiness-show it would bother Nick when he noticed it.

If she didn't get Enrico's cock soon she'd die.

That afternoon she just happened to run into Enrico. He came by the pool when Nick was up in the room taking a nap-a siesta. Mona was so glad to see him she nearly threw her arms around him. But she acted hard to get, as she often did when she really wanted something bad enough.

"You are as beautiful today as you were the day I first saw you," he said romantically.

It made her insides quiver and shake like jello gone wild. Her knees felt weak, ready to crumble beneath her trembling legs.

"Thank you. I-I wondered if you'd come around here." She amazed herself. The words didn't sound like her. Embarrassing.

"Where's your husband?"

"Up in the room. Sleeping, I guess. Why do you ask?"

"I wondered if you'd take a walk with me. Down the beach. It's such a beautiful day. With someone as beautiful as you it would be a day I'll never forget."

His words turned her inside out with passion. She felt a wrenching, a twisting deep inside her stomach. He made her toes curl. What a charmer he was.

Mona thought for a second-only a second. She couldn't hold herself back. She had to go with Enrico, be alone with him if it was only to walk along holding hands. She couldn't help herself. Not now. She was wild, out of control now. Nick would just have to wait, have to understand her ways. After all, wasn't he the one who wanted to play these games, these sex games? These ways were his ways, his dreams, his fantasties. Could she help it if she liked Nick's ways, making it with other guys, and gals, too? She didn't think so.

"Yes," she answered unashamedly. She had no choice. Her whole being cried for Enrico.

They drifted lazily down the beach toward the rocks that jutted out into-the sea. Past other lush hotels, on and on, holding hands, kidding each other, walking barefoot in the pounding surf.

Mona felt excitement well up in her as never before. There was a child-like feeling, like being dismissed from school for the first day of summer vacation. There was an air of expectation that made her want to skip along the beach all carefree and happy.

At the rocks they embraced, a long tender, head-pounding kiss that engulged her and made her weak in the knees. He held her in his strong tanned arms and lifted her off the ground, her feet dripping sand.

He pressed his hardness against her stomach and it sent chills racing through her. Enrico glanced around to see if there was anyone nearby.

Finding no one he pulled her even tighter and pushed hard against her.

"I want you baby," he panted. "We've got to do it now."

"Yes," she replied frantically. "But where?"

"Behind the rocks over there. No one can see us unless they are in a boat or in an airplane."

They scurried behind the rock pilings and he slipped out of his red swim trunks, his cock standing at rigid attention, all swollen and red on the end. Preseminal moisture was seeping from his pee-hole.

Mona moved swiftly out of her bikini top and bottom, her tits flopping free, nipples already red and swollen-rigid. The contrast of pure white against her dark tan was almost too much for Enrico.

"You're so beautiful, such a great body-just fantastic," he moaned as he held tight to her, pulling her down into the sand beside the privacy of the rocks.

The passion was made more intense by the deafening pounding of the surf against the rocks, the sound of seagulls overhead, and the cool salt air. There was a hunger, a violent lust welling up inside Mona that was ready to explode. She held onto his thick cock with her hand, pumping it tenderly in one hand as she nestled his nuts gingerly with the other.

Enrico lay back in the sand and Mona rolled on top of him, feeling his firm muscles beneath her; she almost climaxed on the spot. But she had more important things to do. She slipped down his chest and kissed his nipples, feeling the mixture of hair and tightening nipple.

She slid down his body-kissing and tonguing her way to his navel, pushing in and out of it. Her breathing was in short heavy gasps now as her cunt dripped juice she never knew she had.

Down farther to his whiter tummy where his pubic hair began. She loved the smell of him. Her hand stretched around his throbbing cock, she nudged her nose into his hair and then flicked out her tongue to taste its curliness.

Down to his balls where she licked and tongued them frantically, smiling inside and oh so hot. She gently sucked a ball into her wide-open mouth and massaged it tenderly with her tongue, hearing Enrico's manly moans and feeling his dick grow even more rigid.

Mona's senses were peaked, ready for action, ready for anything. She pulled away from Enrico's nuts and kissed along the base of his cock-meat. She loved the aroma of him, so manly, so macho. All man!

Kissing her way slowly up the shaft she felt him tremble, his cock darting in spasms up and up, standing higher and higher, she reached the glowing head of his prick. She licked the moisture, the clear pre-cum off the end, and savored the taste, swallowing it so that she'd have it inside her forever.

She rubbed the end of his mammoth cock around her face, loving it with her creamy cheeks and touching it lovingly to her nose to smell its magnificent fragrance.

"Oh, so good," she purred into his cock. "Oh so big, so big and gorgeous. I love your cock, Enrico. I wish I had it forever, to keep as just mine. I want to always have it to love, always. Just mine."

Then she could hold back no longer; she plunged straight down on it, taking it deep into her throat. Tongue flashing, flipping, and splashing, she felt her legs tighten, her toes curl. Strange things were happening in her deep dark places. Knots were tangling and hardening inside her and rumbling started. Then she gasped out frantically and she rolled her tongue along the shaft and over the throbbing head of his cock as she came. Never, never before had she come while sucking cock. This was a first that thrilled her to new heights of passion.

"OH, my God, I came. Enrico, I came with your cock. I love sucking your cock. It's the best in the world, Oh, my God, it's gorgeous!"

She wanted to master his manhood. She forced him down as he made a move to turn her over so they could fuck. "No, wait. Let me do it my way just this once, Enrico. Just this once, please. I want it this way."

She turned herself around and, her white silken asscheeks pointing toward his face and her body nestled over his legs, she slowly lowered her inviting asshole onto his hard cock-meat.

"Oh, you want me to ass-fuck you. Is that it?"

"Yes, I've never done that, Enrico. Never. I want yours up there ... If it will fit."

She felt her hot rectum stretch and she tried to relax and let the head of him enter her. Slowly she dropped down on him until she felt the cockhead push into her, asshole spread wide.

She moaned deep in her throat, low and husky. It didn't sound like her. It was someone else, far more passionate than her.

"It's in, Enrico. It's in my ass, darling," she said like a little excited schoolgirl.

"Mmmm, yes, so good, so damned good," Enrico groaned.

Her quivering, grasping, wrenching anus pulled him into her and all of a sudden her ass opened wider and engulfed him, sucking his huge cockshaft all the way into her. She didn't think she could do it. When she felt it slip up into her, she gave a shudder of passion that shook her whole body. She almost passed out, it was so good.

Slowly now, she slid up and down on his prick, looking between her creamy thighs at his smooth, swollen cock deep in her puckering asshole. She pulled up until the tip almost popped out of her and then fell on down his shaft slowly so she could enjoy the magnificent feel of him separating the walls of her juicy asshole.

She had never thought ass-fucking could be so wonderful. She'd always been afraid of it, of even the thought of it.

Her bottom got to bouncing now a little faster, up and down, up and down. She even tried twisting her hips so that it would grind his cock-meat into her even farther.

Her cunt by now was dripping, gushing her hot juices. She felt with one hand and then rubbed her clit with her finger. Her tiny nubbin stood out farther than ever before between her cuntlips. It was round and hard and so straight and tight. Oh, it felt so good, rubbing her clit and pounding up and down on Enrico's precious, slippery, cock.

She pumped her firm asscheeks harder and harder until she felt his sweet schlong swell, ready to shoot his load to her.

"I want it in my ass," she screamed into the slashing surf. "I want you to come in me, darling. Come in my sweet hot ass. Ohhhh, ahhhh," she crooned deep in her throat. "Come in me, sweetheart."

Enrico's pelvis shook and rumbled and he lifted in time with her rocking-frantic naked little rear end.

"Aarrgghhhhhh," Mona gasped as she felt her self come, her cunt throbbing, her clit pounding and her ass sucking at his gigantic cock.

Mona felt the hot jet stream of jizz flood her insides and she pulled up and slid down faster on it now that it was instantaneously juicier than ever. She looked down and saw his white sweet cum being pushed out of her by his charging prick and her bouncing ass.

Mona took a while to catch her breath and slow her pulse rate. They bathed themselves in the cool Pacific and helped clean each other off with gentle caresses that aroused both of them once again.

They stood knee-deep in the water, the waves splashing refreshingly against them.

They kissed and held one another in long deep embraces that shook deeply. "Oh, Enrico, that was so special, so good. How can I tell you?"

"I know.-It was so wonderful having you that way," he replied, growing hard again. "Look what you do to me, Mona."

Mona's eyes shifted to his proud cock, standing out throbbing with his pulse. Oh, how marvelous that thing between his hairy legs was. What a present from heaven it was to her. Gave her such joy, such feeling.

She shook and trembled at the touch of his pounding penis, her hand curled tenderly around him, and she tightened her grasp like she was trying to milk him.

He turned her around so that he was standing behind her. His hand persuaded her to bend over and he gently spread her cunt lips and pressed his cock against her juicy hair.

Mona was ready for more, as much as she could get from his cock. She wanted to do these things forever. The tingling pulsation between her legs needed only one thing-a gigantic cock, as stiff as it could get.

She felt her whole body coming alive, buzzing and burning with desire. Her breathing was coming now in hot gasps of pleasure. It sent hot charges up and down her legs.

Enrico's cock inched slowly up into her gracious, receiving cunt hole. She spread her legs wider to allow him deeper penetration. All of him was what she needed now. Her mind was inflamed with erotic pleasure.

She bent over farther to make it go in easier. Enrico was fucking her pleasure spot from behind now, something she had dreamed of many times.

She liked it that way, getting fucked from behind.

She was grinding her ass into his hard cock, bumping back and forth. "Oh, does that feel good for you? Does it feel good to fuck my hot pussy?"

"Yes, oh yes," he panted like a man in a race, all out of breath.

He pounded her faster and faster, wanting that huge come that would empty him forever-drain him dry.

His cock slithered in her pussy and throbbed until it ached. She felt his cock-meat slide deep into her-even deeper into her person. She didn't care. She didn't care at all.

Keeping his cock gripped tightly with her boiling cunt she rocked her hips back and forth, almost pulling him over. The wet, pink lips of her cunt were clinging to the hard, throbbing shaft.

Then they came off fantastically-together-a giant fireworks display of passion. The sounds they made were animal-wild, not of this earth. Faster and faster they had plunged into one another until their heads pounded and hurt from the blood rushing to their temples.

She hissed, she grunted, she whimpered out her come. Then she wailed softly like a ghost, shaking out of control. Her ass coming to a slower and slower thrusting that didn't want to quit-still milking his cum from him.

Her hand swept down to her oozing box and she thrilled at his hot juices. She moved her hand to her mouth and licked the white-jelly semen and swallowed all she could, then dipped her hand back for more of the same creamy stuff.

"Mmmmmm, it's good, tastes so good, Enrico. So good."

"Ooooo, that was good," Enrico moaned. "You fuck so good, baby."

There was a squish and a pop as Enrico's semi-hard cock pulled out of her swampy cunt. Mona straightened up, hands on her magnificent curving hips, and they walked to shore and fell down in the sand, exhausted-spent forever, so it seemed.

Mona nestled in Enrico's arms. Tears began to flood her eyes to overflowing and then began to trickle softly down her cheeks. Enrico noticed them, "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"

"No. It's just, well, nothing...."

"Yes, it is something. Tell me. What is it?

What's wrong?"

Mona swallowed, trying to think of what she should tell him.

"It's just that-well, we've got to leave tomorrow. Nick and I have to go back home. And I'm not sure now that I want to leave this place."

Her stomach tumbled like it did when she struggled to hold back her tears. She'd always done that, ever since she was a little girl.

"I know. I hate to see you leave here. But what can you do?" Then he thought. "Is there any way you can stay longer?"

"I wish there were a way. I've tried to think of everything. I don't know what to do. I'm tired of thinking about it. It hurts my head."

"I wish there was a way you could stay with me, right here."

"Would you like that, Enrico? Really, I mean, would you really want me to stay for a week or two maybe?"

"Sure thing. Of course. I'd like that. But how can we do it? What about your husband?"

Yes, it was Nick, all right. Now he was the problem. What should I do about him, she thought.