I was fired for watching porn at work. Naturally, I didn’t tell my wife why I lost my job. I looked at her with teary eyes and, choking back tears, said, “Laurie, I couldn’t take it anymore. I know quitting was stupid, but I had to stand up to them or lose my professional integrity.”
Laurie embraced me, and I even cried on her shoulder. I played it well. No questions, no accusations. However, despite avoiding Laurie’s recriminations, it was still painful for both of us because she was also between jobs, and we had two young kids to look after.
Two months after losing my job, the stress of making ends meet started to take a toll on us. We didn’t talk about it nor show it to the kids, but when we met Laurie’s best friend, Alex, over a coffee, Laurie and I opened up about our struggles, and Laurie broke down in tears. Alex comforted us, assuring us that things would get better and that she would find a way to cheer us up and help us turn the corner.
We didn’t give much thought to Alex’s assurances, so when she visited us the next day and presented us with a prepaid weekend beach holiday in Croatia, including the flights, offering to look after the kids while we were away, we were totally taken off guard. Our first reaction was to decline the offer, but Alex told us the holiday was paid for by her publisher, Alistair, who owned the beach resort where we were going. We had never met Alistair, but we knew from Alex that, apart from owning a publishing house, he was a very wealthy entrepreneur who engaged in philanthropy, helping artists and authors like Alex progress, sometimes even supporting them financially. So, learning that Alistair and not Alex paid for our holiday, we couldn’t resist the temptation and accepted the generous offer. Immensely grateful to our benefactors, we packed our luggage and rushed for the airport to catch the evening flight to Croatia, leaving Alex at the house with the kids.
The next day, having already enjoyed a whole morning on our small private beach nestled between the rocks and our bungalow, Laurie and I were sitting at the coffee table on the veranda, watching the gentle sea waves break on the sand as we sipped our early afternoon coffee. Laurie, lightly dressed in a T-shirt and short denim shorts, looked stunning.
Both of us were feeling very horny. We hadn’t had the chance to have sex the night before since we had arrived at the resort quite late, and in the morning, we had been too eager to dip into the crystal-clear waters of the sea.
I had just suggested having sex on the beach, enjoying the privacy of our secluded spot, and Laurie was giggling when a Jet Ski caught our eye. It wasn’t the Jet Ski that attracted our attention but the fact that it was heading directly towards our tiny piece of beach.
The man driving the Jet Ski almost beached it on the sand before killing the engine and deftly jumping off. That was when both Laurie’s and my jaws dropped. The guy was completely naked!
Not only was he naked, but he had no intention of covering himself up. Instead, he grabbed a small rucksack from the storage compartment of the Jet Ski and approached us with quick steps, his large cock swinging between his legs. Without asking for permission, the intruder briskly ran up the three steps to our veranda, his cock and balls bouncing even more, and stood in front of us, dropping the rucksack onto the floor.
With her hands covering her mouth and her eyes fixed on the man’s impressive manhood, Laurie whispered, “Oh, my God!”
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