ALLISON'S TROPICAL HOLIDAY

The buzz of conversation coming through the open doorway 
ahead told her she was in the right place. The hotel was 
new to her but the receptionist had phoned through and 
invited her to a party for guests that evening. 'It's at 
6.30 in the courtyard and you're welcome to come,' she 
had said. Great!

She had flown in to Darwin that afternoon at the start 
of her first holiday alone in 25 years of married life. 
The flight from her home city in one of Australia's 
south-eastern states had taken four hours, a long haul 
across the dusty, dry inland of Northern Australia. 
Darwin felt really exciting to her: it was tropical and 
exotic, the air filled with strange and interesting 
scents, and she was far from home in a place where not a 
soul knew her.

She paused at the entrance to the party and looked 
around to take in the scene. There were scattered groups 
of people, drinking and chatting - travelers and 
businessmen and probably some of the locals as well. As 
Darwin has always been something of a frontier town 
there were, as usual, more men than women.

A waiter brought her a drink and she looked around for 
someone to talk to. A nice old couple spoke to her for a 
while and when they drifted off she caught the eye of a 
man in his early 40's: around 5'8' tall and sturdy, his 
blonde hair thinning just a little, but with a big 
friendly smile on his face. 'Hello! My name's Chris. Can 
I get you another drink?'

'I'm Alison and I'd love another drink,' she said. 'It's 
been a long day.'

They settled down to talk and after half an hour of 
animated conversation she happily accepted his offer of 
dinner in the hotel dining room. He was extremely 
pleasant and clearly attracted to her. 

Gently enquiring, he found out that she was married but 
separated at the time. She felt she would get back 
together with her husband but there had been a long 
rocky patch. Her husband had been involved in an affair 
for a couple of years and every time she had gone away 
somewhere, even for a day or two, he had rushed off to 
see his lover. She felt sure that this time would be no 
exception - despite all the promises that the affair was 
over.

Chris listened attentively and with considerable 
sympathy. 'Why hasn't he come with you?' he asked. 
'Well, he said we needed some time on our own and I just 
wanted to get right away from everything that's happened 
so I decided to take a package holiday and here I am,' 
Alison replied. 'I'm leaving to continue my holiday tour 
in the morning but tonight I just want to enjoy myself. 
And it's my birthday tomorrow and I'm celebrating 
tonight.'

'Well, I'd certainly like to help you do that,' he said. 
It wasn't hard to work out what he meant. 'Hey, I've 
been faithfully married for 25 years so don't get your 
hopes up,' was Alison's cheerful reply. But he was 
rather nice and why the hell shouldn't she enjoy herself 
after all she'd been through with a husband who'd been 
unfaithful and had deceived her for the past few years? 
And besides, her husband hadn't been interested in sex 
with her for a long time - even though his lover was 
supposedly off the scene.

The dinner was just perfect, the wine excellent and her 
companion as ardent as any woman could want. The 
conversation flowed very easily, even though she was 
aware that they really didn't have a great deal in 
common. This was going to be a short-term acquaintance, 
she decided, but so what? She enjoyed flirting with this 
man: it really gave her a buzz to be with someone who, 
quite clearly, was keen to take her to bed.

When Chris invited her to enjoy the lights of Darwin 
from his room on the hotel's top floor she accepted 
readily. He ordered another bottle of wine to take with 
them and they caught the lift to the top floor. 

This is getting interesting, she thought, as they made 
light conversation while the lift whirred upwards. I'm 
feeling nervous and excited and there are definitely 
butterflies in my tummy. I do believe I'm getting wet 
down there. I think I'm going to have sex with this man 
and what's more I'm going to enjoy it! Yes, please!

Chris opened the door, found some side lights, turned on 
the ceiling fan and poured them both another glass of 
wine. Then he opened the door to the balcony and the 
warm, tropical night invited them out. His arm went 
around her waist as they leaned over the rail. She moved 
closer and turned her head towards him as he bent to 
kiss her. She has a soft, inviting kiss and after quite 
a few drinks during the evening was feeling very relaxed 
and sexy. Their tongues met inside her mouth and the 
view of Darwin was swiftly forgotten.

'May I see your breasts?' he asked softly. 'I don't see 
why not,' she replied, knowing what he was really asking 
and what she was actually saying 'yes' to. 'Let's go 
inside,' he said.

He lowered the lighting by flicking off the room's 
sidelights and turning on the bathroom light, leaving 
the door open a fraction. She took off her jacket and he 
began to unbutton her blouse.

'I'm a little self-conscious about this,' she said. 'I'm 
not some skinny young thing and it's been a long time 
since anyone but my husband saw my breasts.'

'Don't worry Alison,' he said, 'I really like big 
girls.' His hands found the hooks at the back of her bra 
and flicked them open one by one, releasing her large 
breasts. 'Oh, they're really nice,' said Chris. 'May I?' 
he said as he reached out and cupped one in each hand. 

Alison's breasts more than filled his hands. He began to 
squeeze, gently and then more firmly as he saw her eyes 
close in delight. His fingers and thumbs closed on her 
nipples and applied gentle pressure. He bent to suck 
first one nipple and then the other, continuing to knead 
her breasts with his fingers. Her knees buckled beneath 
her and she slowly sank onto the bed.

Chris bent over her to work on her breasts with his lips 
and one hand. His other hand caressed her thighs and 
gently began to explore the valley between them. 
Alison's breath came faster and she began to moan as 
Chris's sucking and stroking became more insistent. She 
had always been responsive to having her breasts fondled 
and before she was married any man who managed to fasten 
his lips to a nipple had a very good chance of getting 
everything he wanted. 

Chris slipped off his shirt and undid his belt, then 
continued to fondle Alison's breasts.

He worked his hand under her skirt and began to ease her 
panties off. There was no resistance there either. In 
fact, she lifted her bottom to help him slip them off. 
It was all so very easy. The rest of her clothes came 
off and his fingers caressed her mound, sliding gently 
into her vagina to stroke her clitoris. She was soaking 
wet already! 

Alison fumbled for his zipper and her hand slipped into 
his trousers, searching for his cock. She squeezed and 
stroked it, lubricating the head and the shaft with the 
juice that was seeping out of the tip.

Breaking off for a moment, Chris found the packet of 
condoms he always carried and, discarding the rest of 
his clothes, quickly slipped a condom onto his large 
penis. He moved between Alison's wide-open legs and bent 
to kiss her thighs and abdomen, beginning at the tuft of 
pubic hair and moving up to suck and squeeze her 
breasts. She was begging for it now, moaning, her eyes 
glazed and half-closed, her legs wide open and her hips 
softly bucking. She needed his cock in her right now! 
She reached down and guided it to the entrance. He 
pushed in slowly, the tip of his cock opening her up and 
the long, thick shaft occupying the conquered territory. 

Her cunt was very wet and warm and welcoming and he 
gently thrust all the way home as she moaned and 
shuddered in ecstasy. It had been a long time since she 
had enjoyed sex and this was a man she could fuck 
without any of the tension, anger and recriminations 
that surrounded her marriage. 'Oh, God,' she thought, 
'that feels so good. I'm being fucked by a stranger and 
I love it!'

Her hands flew to his chest, stroking his nipples and 
moving around to clutch his back. She reached down to 
his buttocks and grasped them, pulling him further into 
her. Her legs locked around him, fastening him in place. 
The body language was very clear: 'fuck me deeper, fuck 
me harder, fuck me faster. FUCK ME!' 

Chris was delighted to oblige. Slowly at first but with 
increasing speed he began to hump her, the muscles in 
his back and buttocks taut as he pumped in and out in a 
rhythm that brought gathering excitement and tension to 
both of them. 

For the next 10 minutes or so he gave her what she later 
described as 'really good, exciting sex.' The excitement 
for Alison, she said, was in enjoying a new body with 
its different skin texture, scent, flesh and muscle 
shape. Chris's movement was different to her husband's 
and this was really thrilling. And he grunted in 
appreciation as he pounded it into her. She loved that.

'My husband is fairly quiet when we're having sex and it 
was exciting to have a man who grunted as he fucked me. 
It really turned me on,' she said. 'I was determined to 
have an orgasm. Even though it was my first experience 
with another man for 25 years I found it really easy to 
have sex with him. That surprised me. And, with a 
strange man heaving away on top of me, having an orgasm 
was also easy. It was like I was experiencing one of my 
fantasies. It was really good, really exciting. It was 
just great!' 

Alison explained that there was a reason for it, apart 
from the sheer pleasure of sex with a new man. 'I wanted 
to have sex with someone else in order to break the 
bonds of fidelity. With my husband having sex with 
another woman what was the point of me being faithful?'

Alison's orgasm was shattering and she slumped back on 
the bed, exhausted. Chris paused for a moment to let her 
get her breath and then resumed thrusting for another 
couple of minutes. She was happy to just lie back and 
let him pound away. 

'I think he'd been waiting for me to come,' she said, 
'and he exploded not long after I came. I was quite 
pleased and flattered when he came because it's a really 
nice compliment when a man does that because of you.' 
Chris gave a final hard thrust and then groaned, 
shuddered and collapsed on top of her as he fired his 
load.

Alison found the experience fulfilling on several 
levels. 'Well, first of all, he was a good lover and 
that was clearly very satisfying. But it also gave me 
back some of my self-respect - the feeling that I was an 
attractive woman who could still excite and arouse men 
and make them want to take me to bed. He was very ardent 
and I liked that.'

I'd been very hurt and depressed as a result of my 
marriage problems and I had lost a lot of my self 
esteem. Chris really wanted to fuck me and that was very 
pleasing and exciting. Going to bed with him was a very 
healing and positive experience for me. I was presented 
with the opportunity at just the right moment and 
although I regret the fact that my marriage had reached 
a very low ebb I'm very glad that fate gave me the 
opportunity. I didn't do for revenge but simply to 
balance up the scales.' 

They lay on the bed for a while. Chris was clearly 
hoping for more. He invited Alison to stay the night and 
have breakfast with him but she said she had to get back 
to her room and get ready to leave early in the morning. 
She dressed and left, accepting his compliments ('You're 
a very sexy lady.') and taking the telephone number, 
which he gave her. He pressed her to call him when she 
got home, as they both lived in the same city and he 
wanted to see her again.

Back in her room, Alison was jubilant and very excited. 
'YES! I really did it! And it was great!' She had a long 
shower, and then sat down to watch television because 
she was too excited to sleep. 

She crept out of the hotel the following morning, hoping 
she wasn't going to run into Chris on the way out. He'd 
served his purpose and she had no intention of seeing 
him again. The scrap of paper with his telephone number 
was left in the wastebasket in her room.

As for Chris, he could be proud of his conquest. Chris 
is like a lot of men who get a big kick out of having 
sex with other men's wives. This had been a special 
occasion: a virgin wife of 25 years seduced. And she had 
loved every minute of it. The big surprise for Alison 
was the discovery that she could thoroughly enjoy sex 
with other men without the experience having the 
slightest effect on her love for her husband.

For the next few weeks, Alison looked back on that night 
with a little thrill and a warm feeling between her 
legs. She had learned a lot about herself but most of 
all she had discovered that sex and love are two 
separate areas for her. She could gain great pleasure 
from a one-night stand with a strange man - even though 
she is still happily married to me.

As for me, I discovered to my great surprise that the 
thought of my wife being fucked by other men is 
enormously exciting and thrilling. I've told her that 
she's welcome to do it again - any time she likes. I'm 
very pleased that she's not the virgin wife any more. I 
love her all the more because of what happened that 
night in Darwin.

We now have a new arrangement for our marriage: her vow 
of fidelity has been erased. She can please herself if 
she wants to have sex with other men. And she knows that 
I'm very proud of her. She's a sexy woman who attracts 
other men, as well as being my best friend, my business 
partner and a great cook.

So far, she hasn't taken advantage of our new marriage 
arrangement. All that's happened is that we have bought 
her some sexy new bras, which show off her breasts 
really well. She's encouraged to flirt with other men 
and she enjoys that a lot. I'm hoping that sooner or 
later one of them is going to pin her to a mattress and 
give her a good fucking. It's fine by me if she decides 
to go out on her own at night and come home the next day 
with her hair all messed up, her makeup smudged and her 
knickers in her handbag. She's a woman who really enjoys 
sex and now she knows how good it can be with a 
stranger.

* * * * *

This is a true story. The names have been changed but 
the facts are correct. Alison told me all about her 
night in Darwin. Chris, the man who had sex with Alison, 
doesn't know it but I'm really grateful to him. He 
introduced us both to a new world of sexual pleasure at 
a time when our marriage was on the rocks. My affair is 
in the past and there won't be any others. I don't need 
a lover now that I've discovered how sexy my wife really 
is. 

So, Chris, if you're reading this: thanks for fucking my 
wife.