Galentine's Vacation - Sex Stories

Galentine's Vacation

My wife Anne started a tradition the year we got married. Her two best friends Jenni and Emmy were going through very rough patches with their boyfriends at the time, after the men had cheated on them and had failed to deliver in the bedroom. Anne put together a tropical vacation for her and her friends over Valentine's Day, she called it Galentine's. It was a time for the girls to unwind and do some self-care. Anne also invited her sister Jane, who had been somewhat estranged during their teen years, but whom she was now growing closer with, for good measure.

The first year was a success, except that Anne came back to report that all the women had been incredibly horny the entire time. She confessed that they had gotten a bit drunk at some point and spent an evening making out with and fondling each other, but none of them were daring enough to take it further, and all came home with the female equivalent of blue balls.

Anne's solution the following year was to invite me along. While I didn't relish the thought of being the fifth wheel for the women's girlfriend time, I had always thought these friends of Anne's were smoking hot, and the prospect of seeing them each in a bikini sold me on the suggestion. And, it turned out that Anne had ulterior motives for bringing me along. She secretly confided in her friends and sister that I was brought along for "fun," specifically to provide an opportunity for the girls to satisfy their horniness. My cock would be available to ...

... any of them, Anne assured.

Emmy, Jane, and Jenni were all single that second year, so the proposition fell favorably on their ears. Some extra-skimpy bikinis, a few cocktails, and a warm night at the beach was all it took to remove the group's inhibitions, and before I knew it, I was stud horse, a sex toy, a daddy, an eight-inch cock expected to help the Galentine's gals relieve whatever urges they might be feeling.

This arrangement was more than acceptable to me, and so the tradition began. Even after Jenni and Emmy found new boyfriends, and eventually got married, the annual trip continued in secret.

I took my role as sex object seriously, learning Anne and her friends' desires, preferences, and kinks. I trained my stamina with long edging sessions, milking my cum out over the course of hours, or denying myself completely from cumming for days on end. It was important that the women have every opportunity to grope, stroke, admire, suck, ride, and get stuffed by my eight-inch rod in whatever hole they chose, and eventually I could reliably make it through the entire vacation without cumming, unless told to.

So it was that I found myself in the late afternoon with Jenni was laying on top of me, riding my cock, with her smallish tits, barely covered by a black micro bikini top, stuffed in my face. Jenni was a PAWG, she had large, muscular thighs relative to the other women, which were now covered in fishnet thigh stockings, and a large, fit dump truck of an ass, now ...