A Very Naughty Holiday in Spain – Adults-Only Bliss
We’d been counting down the days to this trip: a week at a luxurious adults-only hotel on the Costa del Sol, no kids, no noise, just sun, sea, and each other. We scored a ground-floor room with huge sliding patio doors that opened straight onto a little terrace. The view? Nothing dramatic… unless you count the fact that our room sat directly opposite the main path to the tennis courts. All day long, couples in tennis whites strolled past, sometimes stopping to chat right outside our window.
One evening I’d slipped into this slinky, second-skin mauve dress (long-sleeved, high neck, but it hugs every curve like it was painted on). I was doing my lipstick in the mirror when I caught my husband’s reflection behind me, eyes dark, jaw tight. Two minutes later the curtains were wide open, the last of the daylight pouring in, I was sitting on the desk chair right in front of the Patio doors.
He moved fast: wrists looped and cinched to the chair arms with Vet wrap ankles tied together. A strip of Thick Microfibre Tape . Over that he knotted one satin scarf, then a second, pulling them tight. Last came the vet-wrap blindfold, stretched thick across my eyes, plunging me into darkness.
I could hear everything: the click of the patio door latch as he double-checked it was unlocked, the soft rustle of the curtains staying deliberately open, and then… footsteps on the path outside. Voices. Laughter. Someone saying in a British accent, “Nice evening for tennis, isn’t it?” right in front of our room. My heart hammered so hard I was sure they could see my dress trembling. He left me there, exposed, gagged, blind, while strangers walked within arm’s reach of the glass. Every crunch of gravel felt like electricity between my legs.
ventually his hands were on me again, untying the belts, guiding me (still gagged and blindfolded) to the bed that sat in direct line of the open doors. He bent me over the edge, flipped the hem of my dress up to my waist, and took me hard, one hand fisted in my hair, the other clamped over the layered gag to muffle the noises I couldn’t hold back. I could feel the cool evening air from the open doors on my skin and knew anyone glancing in would get an eyeful.
When he came, he pulled out at the last second and painted the front of my dress in thick, warm ropes that soaked straight through the thin fabric and dripped down my thighs. Only then did he peel the tape and scarves away, tug off the blindfold, and let me see what he’d already known: the curtains still wide open, the path still busy, and fresh cum glistening on my dress like a spotlight.
We took a video I will put on Faphouse, Manyvids and Clips4Sale soon
