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Nakeeeedddd in Cape Town (18+)

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Nakeeeedddd in Cape Town (18+)

It was our first proper vacation in years. I breathed a sigh of relief as I gazed out our suite window towards the calm ocean waters. After seven years of marriage and a limited amount of time off it felt therapeutic to finally have a week away all to ourselves.

We had selected Cape Town because it was quiet and peaceful, and a drastic change of scenery from the drab rainfall we had just suffered through in Lagos. I turned and looked towards the bed, where my wife rested in slumber. Ijeoma was approaching thirty-five but she appeared more like a girl in her twenties. She’s a beautiful woman, really – standing she’s roughly five and a half feet tall. 

Her frame is curvaceous and thick, having filled out slightly after our two children. I drank in her image as she lay curled asleep, expensive bedding draped across her plump behind, barely concealing her large natural breasts. 

My dick stirred suddenly. Our sex life had been less than exceptional in recent years, the both of us succumbing to the routine and daily stresses that sometimes make an appearance in a relationship. 

There was something about the expensive bedding and the ocean air that this hotel provided though…

“Are you staring at me?” her voice snapped sweetly through the previously silent void of our hotel room. She had awoken.

I smiled at her, “Couldn’t help it, you look gorgeous.”

“Weirdo.” she joked, tossing a pillow towards me in vain.

I mounted the bed, and moments later, her. I kissed her with passion, morning breath be damned. She opened her legs slowly, wrapping them around me seductively. I glanced down at her beautiful pussy, black pubic hair trimmed and inviting, her glistening folds slowly pulling apart as her legs opened, exposing my home for the last decade, the place where I loved to be.

I shuffled my boxers down just far enough to allow my five inches to strike outwards, and I immediately planted my dick against her dampening pussy. We kissed again, tongues swirling. There was a passion present in this bedroom that had been sorely missed in ours back home, and before we could speak another word I was inside of her.

Her moans were muffled but passionate as she buried her face into my chest. My wife’s femininely sweet voice is notoriously sexy, and her coo’s and gentle moans always aroused me to no end. I knew that I wouldn’t last long, but I was desperate to make her cum. 

My mind wandered to the perverse thoughts that sometimes made an appearance in my head. Thoughts that made me curse my genetics for not having a bigger appendage, thoughts that made me aroused to think how Ijeoma might react to one. I quickly shook them from my mind, and just as I was about to lose control, I felt her orgasm clamp down on my shaft. We both came pleasurably.

“That was great,” she said with a smile, breathing heavily as she now lay next to me. A light sheen of sweat had begun to make itself apparent on both of our bodies. I kissed her deeply, “Sure was. This entire week is gonna be great.” I said, meaning it.

The hotel, more resort really, was incredible. Ijeoma and I weren’t wealthy, but we had saved up enough in preparation to really allow ourselves to enjoy this trip. On location, there was a cavalcade of amenities, a world-class spa, gym, immense pool and exterior bar areas, a number of various restaurants, and not to mention the lovely surrounding beach. 

We spent that first full day wandering the premises, exploring the beach, and really soaking in the sights and sounds that would make up our surroundings for the week.

As dusk fell we showered and prepared for an expensive meal at one of the hotel’s finer restaurants. I enjoyed a succulent baked fish and pepper sauce with a wine pairing and Ijeoma, for lack of a better word, wolfed down a perfectly cooked beef. 

We quickly ran through a bottle of red whilst sharing smiles, laughs, and great conversation. My wife looked absolutely divine in her black low cut dress, which did an excellent job at accentuating her large breasts and buttocks. I was pretty certain one of the waiters nearly tripped through the kitchen doors while gawking at her.

After dinner, we decided to continue our escapades at the lobby bar, which was an immense room with crystalline light fixtures suspended from a massive vaulted ceiling above. We found a seat in between a few patrons and ordered a couple more glasses of wine. 

We sat for a moment to soak in our surroundings, and eventually struck up a casual conversation with the persons sitting next to us. Ijeoma was chatting up another woman who was here on vacation, and myself – a gentleman who was in town on business. I actually quickly found myself enjoying the discussion I was having with Deyemi. 

He was visiting a local site as a construction manager of sorts, and he often stayed at this particular hotel. I was in the same industry up in Lagos, so we quickly hit it off discussing our related careers, and then sports, and then a number of other topics.

“Is this your wife?” He finally interjected during a quieter moment, nodding towards Ijeoma.

“Jesus, yeah. How rude of me.” I turned to Ijeoma, momentarily pulling her out of her own conversation, “Let me introduce you to Deyemi babe. He’s in town as a Project Manager, and works in the construction business similar to my line.”

Ijeoma smiled wide, clearly somewhat loose from the copious amount of wine we had both been drinking. 

“Hi, there!” She extended her hand, and that’s when I noticed how large Deyemi’s were. Her delicate hand was engulfed by his palm as they shook in greeting. I couldn’t help but notice that my wife’s immense cleavage was on full display as well, and I saw Deyemi steal a reactionary glance. 

It was more than understandable though, her breasts were nearly popping out of her dress.

That was actually the first moment that I sized Deyemi up. He was maybe ten years older than my wife and me. I realized that he would probably be considered an attractive gentleman by most. He was dark, tall, built, and with nice physical features.

“Your husband and I were sharing stories about our careers, but what brings you to town? A nice little vacation I take?” Deyemi seemingly asked us both.

Ijeoma chimed in immediately, nodding, “Yep! It’s been years since we’ve had a vacation, we just got out here yesterday. Have the entire week to ourselves.” she smiled excitedly, her voice as sweet as ever.

Deyemi nodded, “That’s great. Yeah, I’m actually here for about a week as well, but the wife hates it when I’m gone for this long.”

I glanced down at his hand, noticing his wedding ring for the first time. The conversation turned to home life, and we learned that he and his wife had been together for twenty years already, marrying relatively young. We discussed our kids, his kids, and a great many other things. 

It was clear that we both got on very well with Deyemi, but it was getting late – and we all eventually said our goodbyes for the evening.

The majority of the next morning and early afternoon was spent in our suite. Ijeoma and I had discovered a newfound vigour on this trip, and we had an exceedingly difficult time keeping our hands off one another. It was a youthful rush of sexual energy and I hoped it wouldn’t end. After our bedroom romp, we eventually headed down to the beach. It was late afternoon when we arrived, and we easily found a nice spot to stretch out. I watched as my wife peeled off her outerwear, exposing a lovely red bikini. I noticed that her skin was already slightly more bronze than when we left home.

We relaxed for a while, closing our eyes and soaking in the low hanging sun. I was about to drift off into a restful slumber when a familiar voice interrupted, “Hey there folks.”

I opened my eyes to see Deyemi, smiling down at both of us.

“Hey!” Ijeoma replied, lowering her sunglasses to properly greet him.

“Meetings ended early today, so I figured I hit the beach for a minute.” Deyemi offered.

I immediately noticed what excellent shape he was in for his age. His upper body was chiselled and large, and he seemed to be even taller than he appeared the previous evening – but perhaps that was due to the vantage point that lying down offered.

“Nice.” Ijeoma replied, continuing, “Yeah we’ve had a beautifully lazy day.” She looked towards me, smiling and stretching. I noticed a smile appearing on her face. At first, I thought she was feeling some mild embarrassment about Deyemi seeing her in a bikini, in which she looked impossibly attractive. However, I glanced back at Deyemi and immediately realized that wasn’t the case.

Deyemi was wearing tight fitted bathing trunks, not quite as showy as a speedo, but certainly within the realm. Men typically only wear the sort when they are proud of something, and it was obvious that Deyemi was proud of what he was packing. There was an immense outline of manhood bulging outwards and downwards within the green trunks. It was almost obscene, and I quickly averted my eyes.

“Doing nothing is part of the appeal of a vacation,” Deyemi replied, smiling wide. He continued, “Well, I don’t want to intrude, maybe I’ll catch you guys at the bar later.”

“Yeah man, for sure. We’ll probably be down there later tonight.” I replied. Deyemi nodded kindly and walked off towards a secluded portion of the beach.

Once he was out of earshot Ijeoma turned to me, smiling, “Was I imagining that?” She smiled.

“Dude is packing,” I said, in a matter of fact tone. I wasn’t the jealous type, even though the size of his junk did bruise my ego somewhat.

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