PART ONE – RELAXATION
A curtain of crystal water provided the illusion of privacy for those in the small poolside cavern. Katie swam over to her husband Steve and pulled herself up onto his lap as he sat looking out across the resort’s pool.
“Happy anniversary, babe,” she said, lifting his chin for a kiss. “Enjoying the view?”
Steve’s eyes followed her long strawberry-blonde hair past her sparkling eyes, over her freckled shoulders, to where it floated around her pert breasts in the daring bikini.
“Oh yes, very much.” He cupped her arse, practically bare in the skimpy bottoms, and pulled her tight onto his lap so she could feel precisely how much he appreciated the view.
She started to tug at his swim shorts.
“We can’t! Someone will see!”
“I don’t give a fuck,” Katie whispered into his ear, licking at the lobe as she pulled her bikini bottoms to the side and slid herself over her husband’s long thick cock, nestling into his lap. She rocked her pelvis, teasingly slowly, while they kissed deeply, consumed with passion.
“I love you so fucking much,” Steve replied, as his wife worked her magic over him.
Through the waterfall, Steve watched the leaves on the palm trees sway gently in the afternoon breeze, saw people swim ignorantly by, as his wife brought him and herself in a wave of mutual pleasure.
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Childhood sweethearts Katie and Steve had never been apart. They’d grown up together, lived one joint life with each other. When they’d inevitably married, young, some said they’d regret never having experienced relationships with other people. But they didn’t need anyone else, and never had. Maybe the odd dalliance with others – they were after all attractive, highly sexed people – but nothing serious, and nothing to damage their strong partnership. They were, and had only ever been, just about each other.
For their honeymoon, the travel rep listened to their holiday wish-list – white sand, palm trees, all-inclusive, waterpark – and recommended the 6-star tropical resort “Utopia”, themed around Neptune’s kingdom of the sea. Extensive aquaria blended through the public spaces and weaved between pools, waterslides and lazy rivers. It was extortionately expensive for a young newlywed couple, barely twenty years old, but they pushed the boat out for such a once-in-a-lifetime experience.
Now, for their tenth wedding anniversary and joint 30th birthday celebrations, they were back; just as much in love as they had ever been, but now more well-off after a decade of rising through their respective careers. Steve led a research science team in a start-up spun out from Cambridge University; Katie was a PR agent and photographer, having stepped behind the lens when an early modelling career started to peter out. She was still stunning to look at, but glamour work was so cruel, so she’d got out before hitting thirty and being pushed aside.
Katie had bubbled with excitement as the sight of Neptune’s Crown (the stylised iconic hotel building) came into view while the transfer bus dropped off other guests at their own, less extravagant, hotels. The Crown rose, sparkling like an emerald set in a band of golden sand, over a bay of aquamarine blue waters.
On honeymoon they’d stayed high up in that crown, with a great view over the resort. But for this visit they’d had to be a little more prudent – yes, they were financially comfortable; but since the facilities were the same regardless of where you stayed, they’d agreed to take rooms in The Dunes – the conjoined hotel aimed at families and those looking to enjoy paradise on a slightly more modest budget. They could have stretched to a nicer room but decided to save their money for excursions.
They draped themselves over the sun loungers that were regimented around the sloped entry to the pool, sipping at mango coladas and watching the world go by. The sun beat down onto sweating tanned bodies, more or less covered in Lycra and sarongs.
The rich posh families sat in their private cabanas, shaded on raised platforms behind the rows of beach loungers covered in towels and belongings. Katie wondered what sort of person used those more exclusive areas. There was plenty of space for everyone anyway. But she supposed having waitress staff take your order and bring back your drink would be rather nice.
Steve couldn’t help but notice the women. Oh god, the women! All shapes and sizes, colours and ages present, but naturally the eye was drawn to those with a particular shape and who carried themselves with a certain confidence.
Katie caught him staring. She didn’t mind – their relationship was secure. The more turned on he got looking at others, the harder he’d fuck her later. And it gave her license to look as well. Plenty of pecs and abs to draw her attention; cute butts in speedos and shorts. And, she admitted to herself, the occasional well-filled bikini.
Katie and Steve were soulmates and couldn’t imagine spending their lives with anyone else. But they understood sexual attraction. Lust burns fast and hot, and on occasion needs to be sated. They’d both had their own dalliances, in an open and honest fashion. Occasionally they’d learn something new that they could bring back to each other; more often, after the initial rush of hormones faded, the fire would be out. There would likely be no connection, no lasting relationship. Just a bit of fun to keep things interesting. They’d go back to each other, tell the tale of what happened, making each other all horny as they listened; maybe re-enacting the highlights, but definitely reclaiming the other.
A particularly fine young lady walked past them; how the bra string didn’t slice her neck open given the load it was bearing was a mystery. Steve watched her tits bounce past him and smiled as he saw Katie checking out her tight arse in the tie-up thong.
“What?”
“I love you,” he said, holding his glass out. Katie smiled, and clinked hers against it.
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“Oh, fuck yes, harder, harder! Slam it into me!”
Even with the aircon chilling the room, Steve could see the sweat making Katie’s skin glow. With his hands on her hips, he thrust fast and deep into her from behind while she clawed at the headboard to anchor herself.
The sun had started to fade at the end of the day; they threw their towels into the collection bin and headed back to their room on the other side of the resort. Katie had her arm round his waist, stroking his side just above his hip in a way that she knew drove him wild. He rested an arm over her shoulders, fingers dangling and stroking just above the swell of her breast. The security guard winked at them as he checked their room keys for access to the lobby – he knew the score.
Back at their little room, Katie had the bikini top off before the door had even closed and was sucking on Steve’s tongue as she led him to the bathroom. “I need aftersun,” she pleaded. Which was true, but more so was a ploy to get Steve’s hands all over her as he worked the lotion across her browning skin, making her slick with the oils. By the time she crawled onto the bed, naked and swollen with desire, he was achingly hard and short of breath.
His eyes ran cross her tight body, from her waist-length blonde hair down her short, curved back to her coccyx tattoo and her pert butt cheeks. A tiny triangle of paler skin pointed down into the crease between her buttocks – the costumes had been getting smaller, but she’d not yet dared wear the G-string to the pool.
Oh, how she drove him wild! He’d been fucking this beautiful woman for over half his life, and he knew he’d never tire of it. The tightness of her pussy matched only by her filthy mouth. And she was such a sweet thing to look at, a butter-wouldn’t-melt face. Until you noticed that twinkle in her eye, the mouth curled upward slightly on one side. Then you wondered how deep the perversions might run.
Steve knew precisely how deep; they’d plumbed them together, on occasion with the assistance of a willing third party of either gender. The thought of it drove him harder, deeper and faster into her. “So fucking tight,” he moaned.
“Oh god, just like that, don’t stop, don’t fucking stop!” Katie could feel her orgasm approaching as Steve relentlessly worked his cock inside her. Hands braced on the headboard, she pulled herself forward to slam herself back into his cock, over and over.
Then without warning, there was a crack, and the headboard dropped behind the end of the bed.
“Shit!” Katie screamed as the wood dropped down and she collapsed onto her shoulders. Then she started to laugh, nervously.
Steve kept on ploughing into her tight cunt, relishing the new angle. “Just… Leave it…” he managed; he was getting close. His heavy balls swing with each thrust, now slapping her clit each time he bottomed out in her tight pussy.
Katie couldn’t believe they’d been fucking so hard they’d broke the bed! She felt guilty… and proud, and horny. And they’d have to admit it to the hotel staff. Thinking about that – with her husband relentlessly pounding her from behind – tipped her over the edge, and she came, screaming Steve’s name. He lived for her pleasure; feeling her convulse around him brought him too.
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They queued at the front desk, giggling like schoolgirls. When they were called forwards, Katie leant against the counter while Steve snuggled in behind her.
The receptionist looked up at them with big eyes, slightly over-made-up with huge lashes, skin delightfully dark. She couldn’t have been more than 8 stone soaking wet; and two of those were on her chest, threatening to burst through the uniform which was not tailored for someone with such a dramatic bust to waist ratio.
“How can I be of assistance?” she asked. Katie could practically feel Steve’s eyebrow raising behind her head, and pre-emptively slapped his thigh in mock warning.
“We’d like to use the waterpark tomorrow,” Katie said. “Is there anywhere we can safely leave our things?”
“Of course. There are lockers available for hire. You can charge that back to your room; it’s eligible against the free resort credit allowance.”
“Oh, that’s great. Thanks!”
Katie could feel Steve pressing himself against her arse, his hand rising unseen behind the desk to stroke her thigh. Two can play that game sunshine, and I’m not the one who’s boner will be tenting my shorts as we leave. She started to rock her pelvis as she stood talking to the receptionist, her cheeks gently stroking Steve’s hardening cock.
“Was there anything else?”
“Er, yes…” Steve’s hand tucked under the hem of Katie’s short summer dress and started stroking between her legs. She gasped, tried to cover it as a sigh of frustration. “We, um, had an accident in our room…” She could feel her cheeks flushing.
“I’m sorry to hear that, madam.” The receptionist saw Katie’s expression, and smiled a knowing smile. “The headboard?”
Steve’s fingers slid into her slick pussy. She daren’t speak, and simply nodded.
“Not to worry. It happens all the time. We’ll get someone over to fix that for you.”
“Thanks,” Steve said, kissing Katie on the neck. “We thought it was attached to the bed, we were trying to pull it back to look for power sockets.”
“Of course, sir. No need to explain, don’t worry about it.” The receptionist had to look away; Katie was sure she saw her smirk.
“Can I do anything else for you today?”
“No, I think that’s everything,” Steve said, sliding his hand back out of Katie’s underwear as he went to leave.
“Okay. Here’s a map of the waterpark, and I’ve circled where the lockers can be found.” She pushed the slip of paper over the desk and looked Katie straight in the eye. “If there’s anything I can do to make your stay at The Dunes more pleasurable, please let me know!”
As they walked away, Katie checked that Steve was indeed sporting an impressive hard-on. “You’re incorrigible, you know that?”
“Yup!” He laughed, making a show of licking his fingers.
“Take me to dinner, pervert, then we’ll see if you can make good on your promises.”
She folded the map and went to slip it into her handbag. She noticed the receptionist had written on the back – Enjoy your stay, Brittany xxx – followed by a phone number, which was not the resort contact number. How interesting.
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Dinner was in The Marketplace, a buffet-style hall with foods from all over the world, albeit with an American spin – most of the people staying at Utopia were from the USA, and had certain expectations which the resort would have been mad not to have met.
Katie and Steve could have chosen to eat at any of the world-class restaurants in the resort, but that would have been at their own expense rather than forming part of their dining plan. Neither of them were ‘foodies’ – a meal was just fuel for their actual passions – so they’d agreed to save their money for other activities.
Besides, the buffet food was of superb quality; and if you liked your curry on noodles with a side of ribs, knock yourself out.
It amused Steve to attempt to guess the nationality of the guest from the way they ate. Fellow Brits were easy to identify – ordering black tea with milk at breakfast to go alongside a makeshift Full English assembled from whatever sources of bacon, eggs, sausage, and beans could be found on a given day. He’d watch in horror as some would return to their tables with plates groaning with food – only to take just a few mouthfuls and then push it aside. Steve had been raised not to waste food; his family had been through bad times. And he raged at the disrespect it showed the waiting staff, most of whom came from the villages outside the compound, who could have fed their families from the wastage they were forced to dispose of.
Steve made sure to tip the staff, which was always very gratefully received. From their reactions, he presumed it wasn’t that common.
They sat together along two touching sides of the table, facing a window that looked out across the resort. Shark fins cut the water just outside; beyond, evening lights played across the waters of one of the many leisure pools, ripples catching the light and sending sparkles across the rock formations and palm trees. The sea was just visible in the distance.
“So, the waterpark tomorrow, then?” Katie forked some potato salad into her mouth. “God, that’s heavenly, so creamy!”
“Sure. If we grab a locker, then we can make a day of it.”
They’d observed others just abandoning their belongings at the poolside while they disappeared for hours, leaving no-one to watch over their things. But they were not so trusting.
Steve licked barbecue sauce from his fingers and pushed his plate aside. “Let’s try and get there early, before the queues build up.”
Katie winced. Early? They were on holiday; this was no time to be rushing. Besides, holiday mornings were for slow lazy fucking, not for standing in queues.
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The soft dawn light broke through their net curtains. Steve was snoring, dead to the world – exhausted from last night’s lovemaking session. Katie’s eyes flicked over to the spare Queen-sized bed, with its sheets awry. One of the many benefits of this room was that having two beds meant no-one had to sleep in the (rather extensive) wet patch. Her slightly sore pussy twitched at the memory. She downed a bottle of mineral water from the minibar and took her camera out to the balcony.
A window onto a perfect world. The hotel had been cleverly designed such that – unless you leant out dangerously far – you couldn’t see anyone else’s balcony. Katie felt slightly wicked but totally secure standing outside in just the thin satin teddy and no underwear.
The view was across the beach – deserted at this hour – and out to sea. The sun had not yet crested the horizon, and the slightly cloudy sky picked out bands of deep, rich colour. Sunrise was so much more impressive here than at home in north-west London. She had to capture it, so rested the DSLR on the wall of the balcony and started adjusting settings to get the perfect exposure.
Steve, too, was intrigued by the perfect exposure – that of his wife’s magnificent arse. Having relieved himself – a difficult task with a semi – he crept onto the balcony and knelt behind her as she leant over, looking through the viewfinder. She jumped as he cupped her cheeks.
“Morning, babe. Just look at that sunrise!”
“It’s this full moon I’m interested in,” he replied, sliding his tongue through the crack, a long slow lick from clit to arsehole.
“Oh… fuck,” she breathed, bringing a smile to his cock. He buried his face in her arse; she tasted so good, of sweat and sex. “Stop it, I’m trying to work!”
“So am I,” Steve countered, reaching round to stroke her clit with deft fingers so that his tongue could concentrate on probing the warm folds of her pussy.
Katie relented, leant her arms onto the balcony, and succumbed to the pleasure brought by her husband’s talented mouth and fingers. She tried to keep her eyes open, watching the sun rise, but her body refused; eyelids drooped, and his tongue dominated her senses.
Steve listened to her moans, drowning out the crashing of the waves against the sand. He knew they couldn’t be observed, but he hoped the sounds of his wife riding her pleasure would reach the ears of fellow lovers in nearby rooms. He thought of horny people on their own balconies, pleasuring themselves while listening to Katie begging him to make her cum again. His spare hand fell to his lap, and he slow-stroked himself until she begged him to stop.
She pushed him onto the chair and knelt before him, looking up with big green eyes as she slid his cock – sticky with pre-cum – between her ruby lips. He’d already edged himself too close, and within moments was filling her skilled mouth with thick bursts of semen, hips jerking so hard the chair scraped across the floor as he came.
“Fuck, I love you,” he said, as she climbed up onto his lap, and they kissed deeply, tasting each other.
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PART TWO – TEMPTATION
It was going to be another scorching day in Utopia; Steve was glad of the shade of the hospitality kiosk as they queued for a locker. The line was moving rather slowly, but they didn’t mind. There was no rushing in paradise. Couples and families draped themselves over sun loungers, some hiding underneath the umbrellas, seeking some relief from the sun. He and Katie would be happy enough in the water. For now, they stood with an arm around each other’s waists, idly chatting about their day and how lucky they were to have made it back to Utopia for a second time.
“Oh, come on! How much longer is this gonna be?” said the young woman in front of them in the queue, to nobody in particular. Steve thought he recognised her; skin the colour of milk chocolate, black hair with gold highlights, a great figure framed with a small bright yellow bikini tied at her neck and back, with a black netting dress. Her boyfriend – husband? – stood beside her in mirror shades, long shorts, and flip-flops. Thongs, Steve corrected himself, although that always meant something quite different to him. The guy’s skin was dark, so black it was nearly blue, and his hair was close-cropped.
“It is rather slow, isn’t it,” Katie agreed.
The girl turned to address Katie directly. “Wow, I just love your accent!”
Katie smiled at Steve. “Thanks! We get that a lot here.”
“So where are you guys from?”
“London,” Katie replied. “Although my husband works in Cambridge three days a week.”
“See, I told you they were English,” the girl said to her boyfriend. “Marissa,” she said, palm against her chest. “And this is my husband, Wes.”
Steve put out his hand. “Pleased to meet you both. I’m Steve, and this is my gorgeous wife, Katie.”
Wes took Katie’s hand and brought it to his lips. In a mock-British butler’s accent, “M’lady.”
“Oh, stop taking the piss,” she replied, and they laughed.
Wes and Marissa were on the island for a few days break, over from mainland USA. Katie explained how they were having joint birthday and anniversary celebrations on this trip-of-a-lifetime.
“Such a shame that you’re wasting your vacation queueing,” Marissa sympathised. She looked meaningfully at Wes, who peered over his shades and raised an eyebrow. “This line is going nowhere. Please, Wes?”
Wes smiled. “Whatever happened to ‘let’s be normal and blend in’ this time?” he teased.
“Weren’t you listening? Fuck that, it’s their birthday, and their anniversary. Come on, babe, let’s do something nice.”
Katie and Steve frowned at each other.
Wes pulled Marissa close, kissed her forehead. “Always thinking of others. That’s why I love you.” He strode out of the queue, arm round his wife, and beckoned for the Brit couple to follow.
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Katie lay on the soft hammock, swinging gently, as the palm leaves broke up the fierceness of the Caribbean sun. Mango colada in hand, she felt utterly at ease.
Wes had taken charge, striding off to find who ran the Cabanas, and directed them to charge it to their suite. Suite! Marissa had pointed to their rooms, high in the Crown hotel.
So, they’re rich then, she thought. But not prissy about it. They seemed – they were – a normal friendly couple, getting away from it all. And they were clearly very deeply in love; always close to each other, rarely not touching for long. Both utterly gorgeous; Katie was almost jealous of Marissa and snuck plenty of looks at Wes’ hard abs and generous package, obvious despite the loose knee-length swim shorts.
The cabana had everything they’d need – a small safe should they wish to explore the resort, a couple of loungers and hammocks, all on wooden decking that was cooler to stand on than the sun-baked stone paving around the pools. Occasionally a waiter would sashay by; Wes had made it clear that anything they wanted was theirs.
He’d inherited a small fortune, and through his business acumen and technical skills he’d invested the time and money into a portfolio of technology companies, building that seed funding into a large fortune. Now the firms ran themselves, and he was largely a figurehead. He’d met Marissa at this resort, three years ago, at a Craps table. She was the Croupier, he the bored punter. He’d not been bored again since.
“That’s where I’ve seen him before!” Steve whispered in her ear. “The Ghost VC! He funds start-ups, gets in early and builds them up, takes his cut when they inevitably succeed. It’s quite a network of firms now, by all accounts. And she must be the secret bride.”
“Not that secret, since even you have heard of them,” Katie noted. “You’ve hardly got your finger on the pulse.” Probably simply good PR, she thought. Rumour could be a great viral marketing technique – if you could seed and guide it.
The two couples relaxed into each other’s company, finding out more about each other.
“So, you some kinda professor or something?” Marissa asked.
Steve laughed. “I tried getting tenure, but no such luck yet. Just a doctor. Well, two doctorates, one in mathematics and another in physics.”
Marissa pursed her lips and nodded, impressed. In her experience, clever people fell into two camps: stuck-up arseholes, and harmless bumblers with no social skills. She was delighted to have met an exception.
“I’m getting hot,” she declared. “Who’s up for going on the tube ring ride?”
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Steve was trying hard to enjoy the rapids, to look out at the well-maintained grounds they were slipping and splashing through, but his rebellious eyes had other ideas. They refused to be torn away from the sight of Marissa’s tits, barely restrained by her bikini top, bouncing around as the rolling river threw them this way and that. Steve watched rivulets of water run over her coffee-coloured flesh, beading on her skin before dribbling deep into her cleavage.
Their craft was an inflatable double ring in the shape of a number 8. Steve had taken the rear ring, and so now Marissa lay back from the front onto his chest, her lithe body brushing over his with every wave.
Marissa whooped, giggled, and screamed as the pair of them were thrown about, exhilarated by the motion. She was very loud and enthusiastic, vocal and bold with her pleasure in a way that seemed real and free. Steve couldn’t help but wonder what she’d be like in bed.
He knew it was wrong to fancy this hot stranger. He and Katie loved each other absolutely and exclusively… well, almost. It had been a long time since he’d been so close to another woman, particularly one so effortlessly sexy and confident. He was rather glad the ring was wide enough to let his butt and groin sink inside, so she didn’t have his rock-hard aching cock pressing into her back, revealing his true thoughts. Somehow, he’d have to calm himself before the ride was over, but he couldn’t see how. He forced himself to watch the sky, the scenery, other riders; anything but the squealing hottie laying on him. Even then he could feel her soft skin, her muscular body, sliding over his. It would almost have been better if he gave into the feeling, let the sensations take him over and bring him; then at least his cock would be appeased, and he’d be able to get out of the tube without sporting a huge tent in his shorts.
She looked back over her shoulder at him, eyes sparkling, mouth in a wide smile, as she grabbed at his hand and stroked hers over his skin. His eyes ran down her body, over her boobs and across her taut abdomen and tiny waist, down to the skimpy bottoms tied carelessly at her hip. God, have mercy, Steve pleaded.
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“You must be kidding. Hell, no!”
Katie peeked back over the sheer drop at the start of the slide, and felt her legs nearly give way. Fortunately, Wes was right there at her side to steady her.
The walk up to the ‘little slide’ had been deceptive – a gentle winding path through plush gardens, up from the lazy river ride they’d drifted around to get here. Then a couple of flights of stairs, sure; but when they emerged and Katie found herself atop the Temple of Neptune, a dozen stories above ground level, her heart started to race.
After all, what went up…
Wes sensed her discomfort and held her close, soothing her with a strong hand at her waist, or on her arm. In fact, he’d been quite tactile all the way around the lazy river, his deceptively soft palms on her ankles as he’d leant back in the ring against her stomach, her boobs tapping the top of his head. Now he took her to the edge of the temple, pointing out landmarks on the resort.
Preferring to look out, rather than down, Katie surveyed the horizon. The contrasting blues where the sea met the sky; not a cloud to be seen, although there was a slight haze out to sea as the sun drew moisture into the air. An evening storm seemed likely.
The Crown and the other buildings faced defiantly out to sea, their emerald green facia sparkling in the sunshine. Nestling behind, the harbour where the obscenely rich docked their gin palaces.
“So where are you staying?” Katie asked, as the queue slowly shuffled her towards her doom.
“That one,” Wes said, pointing high up on the Crown. “Just a small suite this time.”
Yeah, right, she thought. What a show-off. “Why not just take the one at the top?” she kidded.
“Apparently some Saudi prince booked it out for the month. Marissa was most disappointed, it’s her favourite on the resort.”
Katie wanted to look in his eyes to tell if he was kidding, but the mirror shades just cast rainbows and her own reflection back at her. His smile seemed genuine enough, though.
His hand was idly stroking up and down her side. Katie felt a little uncomfortable about that. Yes, he was sexy, confident, incredibly attractive; his body more toned and tighter than Steve’s had ever been. But it was his manner, so assured, that was calling to her. She’d catch his face looking towards her, and he’d snap his head away, and something deep inside her would clench in anticipation. She was glad her bikini was already soaking wet from the lazy river, so no-one could tell how turned on she’d become – how wet she was inside the bikini, too.
Guiltily she looked out over the resort. Somewhere out there, her husband was waiting for her. As was Marissa, for Wes.
Katie wondered if Steve was attracted to the girl, like she was to the man. Just because they were now exclusive didn’t mean they were blind, or unaffected by the sight of beautiful people. Many a fantasy, a roleplay, had been inspired by someone they’d seen across a room, or on a walk. Now here they were, in paradise, and an attractive couple were interested in them. Katie’s mind whirled with impossible possibilities…
Wes shattered her daydream. “Come on, up you get,” he said. They’d got to the front of the queue, now it was their turn to take that plunge. Shaking, Katie stepped onto the launch platform. “Do you want me in the front?” he asked. Katie just nodded, her voice temporarily lost, too scared to notice the double entendre.
Smiling, Wes took the front of the double ring, taking Katie’s ankles onto his lap – wrapping her legs round his waist – as she settled in behind him.
Just don’t think about it, she kept repeating. She stared at Wes’ jet-black shoulder, watching beads of water – or sweat – slowly trace their way down his strong back. The platform began to tilt, to tip them onto the ride; Katie gripped his waist with her thighs and clutched at his muscular arms with her small hands.
“Don’t worry, you’re safe with me,” he assured her. She wondered about that. How safe was he, really? She didn’t know him. And, she admitted, that was the thrill of it.
Slowly, but inevitably, physics took hold of them, and their inflatable raft was claimed by the undeniability of gravity.
The plunge, the speed, restored Katie’s voice. “Aaaarghhhhh! Oh god! Oh god! Fuuuuuck!”
Unheard, Wes chuckled.
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“What are your plans for dinner?” Marissa asked, as they all lounged back in their private cabana, cocktails in hand.
Steve looked at Katie. “Probably drift down to the buffet around 8, then over to the Trident for a couple of drinks.”
Marissa gave Wes a pointed look. “Oh no, I think we can do better than that, can’t we, honey?”
Wes smiled. He was a man of few words, apparently.
“Meet us at the casino entrance at 7:30,” she said, “We’ll get a table in Nemo’s, maybe shoot some craps afterwards.”
Katie’s eyes went wide, and Steve’s face fell. Nemo’s was the luxury fine-dining restaurant, the centrepiece of the Jules Verne themed casino. “Marissa, we’d love to, but really I’m not sure we can manage it. I don’t think it’s included in our dining plan.”
Marissa waved that aside. “Our treat. It’s a special occasion for you, after all; we couldn’t possibly end the day early.”
“It’s black tie,” Wes noted.
“Oh!” Katie’s hands went to her face. “I don’t have a cocktail dress! What am I going to wear?”
“Darling, the resort is simply shopping heaven,” Marissa said. “I’m sure we can find you something.”
“Seems that’s settled then,” Wes noted. “I’m sure I can lend you a Tux, Steve. How about we play a round while the girls go shopping?”
He tipped back his cocktail, and they started to make their way back to the relief of the air conditioning, out of the humid tropical air.
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“It’s… it’s beautiful,” Katie breathed.
Marissa nodded, her face otherwise unreadable, as she stood behind Katie, both looking at her reflection in the mirror. The teardrop gems caught the brilliant lights of the arcade, each crystal on the thinnest of chains from the choker at her neck, nestling across the swell of her breasts and catching in her cleavage.
“It’s like it was made for you,” Marissa smiled.
Katie shook her head, trying to free herself from the daydream. “I could never wear that. I would be terrified of breaking it – or losing it!” The necklace cost more than their house. How did people afford such luxury?
Sadly, she managed to tear herself away from the jewellery boutique, and they headed back into the mall. The polished marble floor gleamed; light fixtures shaped like seahorses made the polished surfaces shine. Katie watched tourists mingle and gaze longingly into the windows of stores, drilling over outfits that most could not afford; at dresses and shoes and handbags for the price of feeding a family for a month.
Marissa guided Katie into another store, Amphitrite. The window display was of very female mannequins wrapped in whisps of blue-green lace; lingerie so delicate it had to have been spun by the tiniest spiders; dresses made of dreams and the mists of the sea.
Marissa led her through the store, through rows of elegant clothes and accessories, picking out and then discarding items as they went. Katie hadn’t been on a girls’ day out for so long and found herself enjoying her time immensely. Enjoying Marissa’s easy company, her dirty laugh, and her naughty asides.
They made their way to the changing rooms, arms full of outfits that Marissa had picked out for Katie to try. Katie daren’t look at the labels – she didn’t want to know the cost, but it couldn’t hurt to try a few on. The fun was in the fantasy. They could get something sensible later.
The assistant showed them through to a dressing room. Katie had expected a booth with a curtain, but the room they’d entered was larger than her bedroom at home. A chaise-longue of crisp lilac velvet stood by the opposite wall; a dresser to the side was populated with creams and perfumes, tissues and talc; the third wall entirely of mirrored glass. Marissa closed the door – an actual, physical door – behind them as they entered, and slid the bolt closed.
“Not quite what you expected?” she asked, noting Katie’s flabbergasted expression. She smiled, draped the clothes over the chaise-longue, and idled at the dresser.
“Um, no, not really!” Katie giggled. She walked over to the clothes, started lifting them one by one, seeming somewhat lost. “I don’t really know where to start.”
Marissa picked out a light wisp of a dress, a delicate fabric in a bold red, one shoulder bare, cut to mid-thigh on one side and dropping to the ankle on the other.
“I can’t wear that!” Katie protested. She’d surely need more support up top, and she couldn’t walk without risking flashing everyone.
“Of course you can! Come on, at least try it on.” With a lot of gentle but insistent persuasion, Marissa managed to get Katie into the slinky dress. Marissa stood beside Katie as she checked herself out in the mirror. “See – you look fabulous!”
Katie blushed, then posed with her hand on a thrust hip. “I do, don’t I!”
“Very sexy,” Marissa said, letting her fingers drift down the silky material, following the curve of Katie’s profile. “I doubt Steve will be able to keep his hands off you.”
Something in the way she said that – regret, jealousy, need – made Katie look at her in the mirror, saw the way Marissa was looking back at her. Saw the lust burning in her eyes; felt her breath on her neck, fast and shallow. Momentarily, it made her flinch, but that was soon replaced with a warm giddy feeling emanating from lower down. She turned to face the other woman.
“D’you really think I’m sexy?” she purred, putting on her most innocent little-girl-lost expression. The one she used to get Steve to do whatever deranged, kinky thing she had in mind.
“Fuck, yes,” Marissa replied, snaking her hand into Katie’s hair, and guiding her head down onto her own waiting lips.
They kissed, gently at first, then more insistently. Katie’s head spun; she’d fantasised about making out with another woman, but the opportunity had never presented itself. All thoughts of Steve banished for now, she surrendered to the temptation of the curvaceous goddess before her.
“God, how you make me feel,” Katie said, as Marissa’s manicured hand drifted slowly up her exposed thigh, under the loose red material, fingers brushing against her delicate underwear, soaked wet. Trembling, she lifted Marissa’s top over her head, pushed the other woman’s shorts over her wide hips and watched them drop to the floor, seeing her hourglass figure practically naked in profile in the mirror. Watched her own hand tuck into the thong and grab Marissa’s arse as she slid her tongue back into her mouth.
Legs weak and shaking, she nearly lost her balance. “Sit,” Marissa breathed, grazing her lips across Katie’s exposed collarbone. Katie backed up towards the chaise-longue and draped herself across the soft cushioned surface. Marissa prowled towards her, victory twinkling in her eyes.
“I’ve never, you know, with a woman,” Katie began.
“Then it’s about time you did,” Marissa replied, kneeling before her and pushing the loose tail of the dress aside, hooking her fingers into Katie’s underwear and drawing them down her long, shapely legs. “Beautiful,” she said, eyes drawn between Katie’s thighs to the intimate prize. Slowly, too slowly, she leant forward – heavy breasts swinging in her own bra – as she lowered herself to taste Katie’s pleasure.
“Oooooh goddddddddd…..” Katie sighed, as Marissa deftly stroked her tongue between her folds, scooping the cream and teasing over her clit.
Katie moaned, thoughtless, completely intoxicated, under the spell of this island temptress. Marissa knew exactly how to touch her; fingers gliding over flesh, teasing her thighs, nails rasping over her nipples through the silk as lips and tongue worked at her pussy. “Mmmmmpfhhh”, she groaned, biting her lip, and raising her hand to her mouth to try and stop her own screams.
“Let go,” Marissa ordered.
Katie’s eyes flicked to the door. “But… they’ll hear us…”
“They’re very discrete.” Marissa glided a manicured hand up under the dress, cupped Katie’s dripping sex before effortlessly sliding two fingers inside. “Come for me. Tell me how bad you need it.”
And with expert fingers and tongue, staring into Katie’s disbelieving eyes, Marissa brought her new friend begging and screaming and squirting all over her face.
///
Steve’s little white ball made a satisfying ‘plop’ as it slipped into the gaping hole.
“Good shot!” Wes congratulated him. “Not bad for an amateur from ten yards out.”
Steve wasn’t sure what the fuss was about. Like snooker, it was simple mathematics – the application of forces. He considered golf a good walk ruined, a waste of otherwise beautiful green space – but thought it best to keep his own counsel on that score.
They’d talked as they played, Wes feigning interest in Steve’s academic career, but ears pricking when the Brit started talking about his start-up venture.
Steve outlined his vision – careful not to give too much away about the solution he was building. Wes was a canny operator, that much he could tell; his suspicions had been aroused. The American clearly wanted something from him. Steve wasn’t about to give anything away.
“I know people who’d be interested in that, if financing is proving to be a problem,” Wes offered. “My own investors for example are always looking out for the next big thing. Your project sounds just like their, how d’you say, cup of tea.”
Steve wasn’t sure. Yes, the project needed money – but he didn’t want a bunch of rich guys swooping in and taking his baby. Not until it was far enough along that they couldn’t influence the project off into a direction he didn’t like.
They wandered over to the next hole. Wes was clearly a man of significant means himself. As they played, Wes told his story – growing up in Brooklyn, sneaking into night school to learn tech, doing odd jobs and consulting – and eventually building this tech empire. Steve knew that wasn’t the whole story – he was sure there was an inheritance booster along the way – but he didn’t want to insult his host by critiquing Wes’s version of events. Careful management had pivoted his empire away from the bubbles before they burst; now his interests were sufficiently diverse that he could weather most storms.
“Speaking of which,” he said, noting the sky starting to boil at the horizon, “we should retire to the nineteenth hole.” Tropical Caribbean storms could come from nowhere and turn paradise to hell in a heartbeat.
Seated at the bar, Wes passed Steve a tumbler of rich amber whisky. “So, how long have you and Katherine been together?”
“Our whole lives, just about. We met at school and grew up together.”
“Sweet.” Wes’ expression was unreadable.
“Yeah well, I know it sounds silly, but we’re soulmates.”
“She’s a very attractive woman,” Wes noted.
Steve wasn’t sure how to take that. “Um, yeah, er, thanks?”
“I can see why you wouldn’t be tempted by anyone else. Not when that’s what you have waiting for you at home.”
Steve felt himself blushing. Must be the whisky. There was an awkward silence, which he felt compelled to fill.
“Marissa is pretty hot too,” he heard himself saying. And immediately wished he’d kept his lips clamped shut.
But Wes smiled. “Oh yes, she’s a little sexpot all right. I tell you, I have trouble keeping up with her sometimes.”
Jesus, talk about too much information, Steve thought. He knew that Americans were prone to overshare, but he’d not experienced it quite that way before.
“I bet she’s off preening herself now, preparing for the night ahead. I hope all that girly stuff isn’t making Katie too uncomfortable.”
///
“Oh god yeah, eat my pussy, bring me off you dirty bitch!” Marissa screamed, as Katie lapped at her sopping cunt.
Still riding the wave from the powerful orgasm Marissa had given her, Katie had been determined to return the favour despite having no direct experience. Marissa had taken her place on the chaise-longue, and Katie knelt before her, trembling slightly in anticipation as she drew the scanty lace thong down the islander’s legs and caught her first glimpse of her bald pussy. Tentative at first, then with increasing enthusiasm, she used fingers and lips and tongue on her lover; knowing how she herself liked to be touched and teased, hoping the other felt the same. As she worked, she could hear Marissa’s gasps and moans, begging her, instructing her, encouraging and demanding. With one hand she flicked at her own clit while stroking inside Marissa’s warm depths with the other, all the time suckling and licking at the other woman’s clit. She didn’t just want Marissa to come; she wanted to make her a gibbering, trembling wreck.
“Yeah, like that… Fuck me, you could teach Wes a thing or two…”
Images flashed into Katie’s mind, of Wes eating his wife like she was. Of Wes pounding his doubtless monster black cock deep into Marissa’s tight cunt. Katie thought of him towering over herself, lowering himself into her, of her taking his huge dick in her hand and guiding him to her entrance. Of the way he’d stretch her as he pushed that massive cock inside…
Katie’s fingers plunged frantically and desperately into her pussy, the thoughts in her mind driving her over the edge. Her orgasm was now inevitable, and she was determined to bring Marissa with her.
“God, you’re gonna… I can feel it, so close…” Marissa fisted her hands in Katie’s hair, pulling her mouth hard against her cunt and fucking her face as she brought herself to climax. “Ohmygod here it comes… Fucking hell yeeeeaaahh, I’m cuuuuummmiiiinggggggggg!”
Marissa’s back arched and her pelvis rocked as the waves of pleasure wracked through her tight body, eventually releasing Katie’s head so the other woman could breathe again. Katie slid up Marissa’s trembling body and lay beside her on the chaise-longue, stroking the other woman’s breast and tilting her head to take her in a slow, deep kiss.
“Holy fuck,” Marissa said, once she was able to speak again. “Was that seriously your first time?”
Katie blushed. “But not my last,” she hoped.
Unfortunately, they couldn’t very well stay in the changing room all afternoon. Reluctantly they ended their embrace, made considerable use of the available toiletries, dressed, and took the dangerous dresses and lingerie they’d chosen up to the counter. Marissa refused to let Katie see the details, just charged it all to her own room.
“Thanks,” Katie said.
“No, thank you,” Marissa replied. “Now, let’s see about those nails and your hair; yours seems to have got a little messed up somehow.” And with that, she led them on towards the salon.
///
They all met up again in Wes and Marissa’s suite in the Crown. The men had finished their golf and were ready in their Tuxedos before the women made it back from the salon, arms full of bags.
“Jesus, I hope you left some stuff for everyone else,” Wes joked as he greeted his wife back from the arcade.
Katie walked up to Steve and gave him a big kiss, then whispered in his ear “you’re gonna love this dress she bought me. And what’s going underneath.”
“And what’s that going to be?”
“Well, it’s very sheer, and I wouldn’t want to ruin the lines. So… Nothing at all,” she purred into his ear, her tongue following her words inside.
This was a little forward for Katie, in company. Steve wondered what had happened to get her so horny but didn’t want to overthink it in case it evaporated.
Wes gave Marissa a hug, and a knowing look. “Did you girls have fun?”
“Uh-huh,” Marissa said, as Wes nuzzled into her neck.
“You know I can smell her on you, right?” he whispered into his wife’s ear.
Marissa purred, feeling his cock stiffen against her hip. “I’m counting on it.”
“You dirty bitch,” he said with a smile, then slapped her firm arse as she wriggled off to get changed.
Marissa beckoned Katie to follow. “Lend me a hand?”
///
No sooner was the bedroom door closed than Marissa pushed Katie back up against it and gave her a deep, passionate kiss.
“Don’t! They’ll hear!” Katie whispered when she could break from Marissa’s embrace.
“Spoilsport,” Marissa replied, as she tossed her top aside, dropped her shorts, and reached into the designer bag for her angelic white dress. “Besides, Wes already knows.”
“The fuck…?”
“He knows me well enough.” Marissa wriggled into the dress and pulled her tits into place. “You mean Steve doesn’t?”
Katie shook her head. “And he doesn’t mind?”
“We’re both highly sexed individuals. We fucked each other within fifteen minutes of first meeting, in the toilets of the casino right here in Neptune’s Utopia. Couldn’t keep our hands off each other; still can’t. Or anyone else. Jealousy is such a fucking waste of time and energy.”
Katie felt Marissa’s eyes hungrily scan over her naked body. She felt this strange mix of guilt, pride, and lust; she had to snatch her hand away when she realised her fingers were drifting between her own legs.
“Wes wants to fuck you,” Marissa said, slowly walking towards her. “I can hardly blame him, you’re irresistible.”
“Stop, please,” Katie said, distracting herself by pulling the tight red fabric up her long shapely legs. “Steve…”
“Wouldn’t be a problem,” Marissa replied, licking her lips. “Don’t you want to fuck my husband? You should see the size of his cock, and what’s more he knows how to use it. You can’t tell me you haven’t thought about it.”
Katie said nothing.
“Ha! I knew it. So, drop the little miss goody-two-shoes act, and embrace your inner slut.” She was standing right in front of Katie now, so close she could hear her heart beating. “We both know you want it. Fuck, I can smell how aroused it’s making you!”
Katie couldn’t back up any further. God, she wanted… She didn’t know what she wanted. But oh, she did, if she admitted it to herself. To get fucked. By Marissa, by Steve, by Wes. By all of them, taking her and using her. Wave after wave of delicious brainless pleasure until she passed out from exhaustion. Her head went dizzy, and she fell against the wall; in a heartbeat Marissa was beside her, stroking her face, her hip, her thigh.
“So help me god, I want to tear that dress back off you and fuck you right here, right now,” Marissa said, stroking a finger through Katie’s folds and then raising the sweet juices to her own lips. Then her expression changed; in an instant she was all business. “But we have a dinner date to get to. Come on!”
And before Katie could catch her breath, she felt herself bring led back into the sitting area where their men were waiting.
///
Finally, the girls were ready to head down for dinner. Katie emerged from the bedroom in the off-the-shoulder red dress; Steve boggled as he took in the sight of his gorgeous wife, breasts seeming to float, one long leg almost entirely exposed, killer red stilettos and nails polished to match. “Oh, wow,” was all he could manage, as the blood rushed away from the language centres of his brain, called to more important duties lower down.
“Indeed,” Wes commented, looking between her and his own wife, dressed in a similar white number. “Like a devil and angel,” he commented. “It just needs a little something to finish it off,” he said, reaching for a hardcover leather box that had arrived as they were changing. He approached Katie, opened the box towards her.
She gasped, hands flying to her face. It was the teardrop necklace; the one that cost more than their house.
“I can’t… I couldn’t possibly…”
“Marissa told me how much you liked it, and how it looked on you. I simply had to see for myself.” He lifted the delicate item from the box, approached her neck and stepped behind her. “May I?” Not waiting for a response, he fastened it around Katie’s neck. “I had a word with the proprietor; he agreed to loan it to me for the evening, on the understanding that a few pictures of it on such a beautiful woman could be used for publicity purposes.”
You slick charmer, Steve thought. But he had to admit, the way the drops nestled across her cleavage, highlighting both her sexiness and the necklace’s own delicate beauty, was utterly captivating.
“There. Now, we are dressed for dinner,” Wes commented. “Shall we?” He offered his arm to Katie, who took it, following him to the door. Steve repeated the gesture, and Marissa took his arm, her delicate hand on his forearm, as he led her from the suite.
///
Dinner was extremely pleasant. They were met at the entrance by a smart-yet-sexily dressed hostess with a tray of champagne, as they stepped into the Jules Verne inspired restaurant, themed as a steampunk submarine. Indeed, situated as it was underneath the casino, the side walls of the venue were the inner glass walls of the huge aquarium, lit for the evening. Ripples of light rolled over the walls. Steve was captivated watching the sharks and shoals of fish idling by. An octopus had attached itself to the top corner of the glass and observed the humans with an inscrutable gaze. Katie gasped as a huge manta ray, wingspan at least five metres wide, glided effortlessly past the diners.
They considered the menu. No prices, Steve noted: if that mattered to you, he realised, then this wasn’t the restaurant for you. Somehow, he couldn’t bring himself to order the seafood, under the gaze of their distant cousins behind the glass; he decided to plump for the wagyu beef. Besides, that’s not something he’d ever order for himself on his own tab, so why not?
The food, and the company, were delightful. They talked like old friends, discussing world politics and great films they’d enjoyed, tales of travels past and hopes for times to come. Wes and Marissa spoke of their desire to start a family in the near future; something Steve had considered, but he and Katie loved their lifestyle too much to be tied down at this point.
Katie squirmed. She could feel the eyes on the table on her. Her husband, clearly turned on by her outfit, which clung to every curve, emphasising her figure. Marissa, brazenly staring at her tits as she ate, seeming to plot what she’d do to her later. Even Wes, his mirror shades gone for the evening, was checking her out. Normally she’d be rather self-conscious, but he was too horny for that tonight. Threads of the earlier conversation kept spinning through her mind. She thrust out her chest and braved it out.
And when Marissa wasn’t looking at her, she was looking at Steve with that predatory gaze. Katie caught him checking the other woman out occasionally when he thought she wasn’t looking. Bless him, he thinks he’s being subtle, sneaking glances at the other woman’s tits when she laughed, making them shake to draw his attention. You poor sod, she knows exactly what she’s doing, and you’re lapping it up like a little puppy-dog.
The meal over, they headed back up towards the casino. The maître d’ knew Wes and Marissa well and so no arrangements for the bill were necessary.
“I feel like a flutter,” Wes declared as they entered the semi-darkness of the casino, lit mostly by the neon glow of the slot machines. “Would you care to join us?” And without waiting for a response, he headed towards the cashiers.
Steve and Katie hung back from the other couple. Katie made a point of catching Steve checking out Marissa’s shapely arse as they walked away.
“She’s very sexy, isn’t she,” Katie noted.
“Hmmm?” Steve said, eyes snapping back up to look around the casino, pretending not to have heard her.
“Don’t you agree?”
“Well, I suppose; I hadn’t really noticed.”
“You big fat liar!” she laughed, slapping his chest with her hand. “I saw you gawping at her boobs all through dinner.”
Steve had more sense than to deny it.
“You do, don’t you! You fancy her!”
He couldn’t deny that either. “Well, what about you then. Do you like Wes?”
“I’m not sure,” she said, betraying her real thoughts by biting her lip.
“There’s something odd about those two. I keep getting the feeling Wes wants something from me, but I can’t work out what it is.”
Me, Katie knew. He wants me. “I think they’re swingers,” she whispered.
Steve’s head snapped round to hers. “Really?”
Katie nodded, and Steve laughed.
“What do you think this is, Indecent Proposal?” He swaggered. “I’ll give you a million dollars for one night with your wife.” Then caught the giggles.
“That was The. Worst. Impression. Of Robert Redford I have ever heard!” Katie’s eyes twinkled as she teased her husband. “You know I’d never cheat on you with another guy, right?” Not technically a lie. She gulped and plunged in through, before her nerves could stop her. “But what if… I mean, it wouldn’t be cheating, would it, if we’d agreed? If we… Swapped?”
“You’ve always been enough for me, babe,” Steve said, anticipating a trap. But he saw Katie’s face fall. “But this place, it’s magical, dreamlike. It influences you. Like you can be anyone you like, here.” He turned her to face him. “What happens in Vegas, or Utopia, stays…? As long as we’re both sure. If either of us gets uncomfortable, we stop. Yes?”
“Of course, yes! God, I love you so much!”
“I love you too, cutey.”
Ahead, Marissa was filling Wes in on the afternoon’s activities. “I tell you, she’s so ready I’m amazed she’s not leaving a trail when she walks.”
Wes winced. That was crude, even for her.
“Sorry,” she said. “But she is well up for it. She’ll do anything you ask.”
“And what about Steve?”
She turned to look behind, to watch the other couple approach. “Leave him to me. He’s all mine.”
Wes raised an eyebrow, and they both smiled, waiting for the other couple to join them.
“Two hundred, please,” Wes said to the cashier behind the grating. They nodded, checked the room number, then slid a wooden tray full of chips under the metal grating.
“So, what do you want to play?” Marissa asked.
Steve felt drawn to the dice games. They hung there for a while, the women blowing kisses on the dice before throwing them the length of the velvet-lined tables. His eyes betrayed him as the women tossed the dice, leaning forward, their breasts hanging low in the risqué dresses.
They laughed, they played; losing here, winning there, the chips slowly depleting and then replenished by a surprise win. Craps and cards, wheels and slots, they carried their great mood from game to game.
“Yay! I won ten dollars!” Katie exclaimed after a particularly unlikely win at roulette.
“Look again,” whispered Marissa in her ear.
Katie didn’t know what she meant, until she saw a manicured nail tapping on the chips in her hand. Only then did she notice the small ‘k’ next to the elaborate $5 design at the centre of the chip.
“Holy shit!” she exclaimed, looking down at the treasure in her hand. Each chip represented a new car, a dream holiday, the conservatory they’d dreamed of. And she’d been pissing it away like it was water! They all had! She couldn’t wrap her head around it. Two hundred thousand dollars. It wasn’t real.
Steve came up behind her, wrapped his arms around her. “Are you okay?”
She nodded, sipping at her glass. Although to be honest, she wasn’t sure.
“I know it’s mad,” he said, stroking her arm, trying to bring her back to herself, “but it’s all relative. Just think of it as play money, since to them, it is.”
“But… What he took from the cashier… That’s more then we make together in a year!”
“I know. But they’re happy to gamble it away. They want us to play with them, to have fun. Maybe they are showing off a bit. But that’s up to them, surely?”
Katie didn’t know. She felt out of her depth, the situation spiralling way out of control. Steve – with his logical mind – might be able to rationalise things, but she was struggling with this reality. And meanwhile Marissa and Wes regarded her with lustful, possessive eyes, brushing against her with every opportunity. She was on edge, anticipating every touch, eager for it to develop into something more. She supped deeper at her glass, having lost track now of how much she’d had.
///
PART THREE – CONSUMMATION
The men fell onto the sofas, nursing the 21-year aged whisky that Wes had poured from a crystal decanter. The evening was coming to an end, but the night remained ahead.
Steve sat opposite Wes, the coffee table between them, as he nursed the tumbler of amber liquid. Katie and Marissa stood to the side, dangerously close to each other. “What a night,” Steve noted, to fill the empty silence.
They all looked at each other for a beat before Marissa took the lead.
“Thanks for a great time,” she said, stroking Katie’s face before planting a delicate kiss in her cheek.
“You’re welcome,” Katie replied, brushing her lips across the other woman’s soft mouth.
And then they stepped together, pressing their bodies against each other, as their lips and tongues met. Steve spread his legs as his cock hardened, watching his wife making out with this other sexy woman, their hands caressing each other’s curves, as he wished his own hands were so doing.
Fingers clutched at clasps, pushing them free; bodies wriggled, and arms and hands pulled at soft material, until the dresses fell to the women’s ankles, and they stood, naked, tongues dancing in each other’s mouths, hands groping at hips, arse, and tits.
“Fuck…” Steve heard Wes say, both men watching the women working each other over. Katie was slightly taller, and her breasts sat on top of Marissa’s, one nestling into the other’s cleavage. Their legs entwined, pussies rubbing on the other’s thighs.
Steve heard a zip, and watched Wes release himself from the confines of his trousers; stared stroking his long thick black cock as the women pleasured each other, fingers exploring each other’s depths. He couldn’t take it any longer and unbuttoned his own fly, his aching dick springing free and his hands wrapping around his cock and balls.
“Looks like they need relief,” Marissa noted between kisses. Katie looked at her husband, and at Wes, both jerking their cocks whole watching her play with this sexy woman. She could feel the slight breeze of air conditioning on her thighs, soaked wet from her own excitement.
Marissa broke away to kneel before Wes’s massive erection. Steve and Katie looked on as she took the shaft in one hand, his heavy balls in the other, and started to kiss along the absurd thick length of him.
Katie knelt before Steve, wrapping her lips around his tip, playing with her pussy while listening to the moans and grunts coming from the other side of the room. Steve didn’t know where to look; while watching his wife suck his cock was normally the highlight of his weekend, he kept being drawn to the sight of that monster dick, and what Marissa could do with it. He watched as she worshipped him, kissing and licking and nibbling along his length, licking precum from his tip and wrapping her lips around him before taking him part-way into her mouth. No way could she take him all; she might as well try to swallow her own arm.
“Can you give me a hand?” Marissa begged Katie.
Katie looked over at Wes and contemplated his monster meat. All day, Marissa had been talking about how great a lover Wes was, about the things he could do with that cock. And now Marissa was asking – begging – her to share.
She looked up into Steve’s eyes, her husband’s cock buried in her throat. She wondered if he could read, could understand, the desperate need in her eyes, her soul. Watched as he nodded his assent.
She raised herself from his cock, sucking and cleaning the precum from his member as she left. “I love you,” she said, as she found her feet helplessly but inevitably drawing her to kneel at Wes’s lap. His aroma grew in strength as she approached; she was almost scared by the strength of her desire.
Steve watched, cock in hand, as his wife knelt before the black man opposite, his absurd cock standing tall and proud between the two women. They didn’t stay still for long. Soon, Wes had two pairs of lips sliding over that thick veined flesh, then one taking his balls in her mouth as the other took his mushroom head into her mouth, tongue working over the head and teasing at the sensitive spot underneath.
Steve wasn’t sure how to feel, watching his wife suck another man’s cock – especially one so much larger than his own. He loved her, and seeing her happy – watching her furiously frigging herself as she sucked, in a way she never did for him – made him feel… Jealous? Horny? Used? Proud? All of those.
He noticed Marissa glancing his way, her tongue sliding over Katie’s as they worked their mouths over Wes’s length. Perhaps anticipating his discomfort, Marissa stood, and made her way around the table, her heavy tits waving as she moved. She sat beside him, tipped his head to hers.
Steve looked on as Wes held his huge dick in one hand and Katie’s cheek in the other, slapping his rod on her face and flicking precum over her face and hair, as she whimpered and begged him to let her suck him off.
“You don’t have to watch this, you know,” she said, nuzzling at his neck while he watched his wife wrap her lips over Wes’s thick cock and start to work him into her throat. Marissa reached down to his cock, wrapping soft hands around his, while he tried to decide what to do.
It seemed Katie and Wes realised that she was never going to be able to take him in her mouth. He had his hands on her side, beside her tits under her arms, and guided him up his body until she stood astride him. Steve watched as Wes took his cock in hand, stroking it through the folds of Katie’s sopping wet pussy, as Katie started to lower herself onto that monster dick.
Katie threw her head back, eyes closed. “Aaaaaahhhh fuuuuuuuckkkkkk…..” she moaned, as the first couple of inches slid into her, stretching her open and making her feel satisfyingly full. Her head fell back, and Steve could see her eyes had rolled so far back only the whites remained.
“Come,” Marissa said, standing and taking his hand. “Don’t torture yourself. Tonight, forget her; I am yours, to do with as you please.” And she led him to the second bedroom.
As they left, Steve couldn’t help but steal one last glance at the sofa; of Katie impaled halfway onto Wes’s absurd cock, moaning and grunting; her hands on the back of the sofa, his hands on her wide-hipped arse, encouraging her onto him. It was almost as if she’d already forgotten him.
///
The boudoir was tastefully lit, soft lighting cast over stain sheets, silk scarves at the bedposts. Marissa led him to the bed and gently pushed him into his back. Steve lay on the mattress, unbuttoning his shirt, feeling rather awkward that this sexy naked woman was prowling towards him while he was still almost fully dressed.
“I know you’ve not got a lot of experience at this, so I’m going to make things easy for you.” She climbed onto the bed beside him. “I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to spend all night fucking you, over and over; so, while I don’t think this first time will last long, I really don’t give a shit.” She helped him out of his trousers, discarding them onto the floor. “Don’t hold back. Give it all to me.”
Steve really didn’t know what to say. He watched as Marissa threw a leg over his thighs and knelt astride him, pussy achingly close to his dick. Unintentionally he flexed, and his cock sprang towards her.
She leant over him, breasts swaying, hair falling around her head. He raised his hand to her tit, weighing the soft flesh in one hand as she lowered her face to his, started to nuzzle along his jaw, his cheek.
Their eyes met, as then did their lips. Somehow their first kiss felt more sexual, more intimate, than the fact her wet pussy was lightly grazing his rock-hard cock as they came together. Steve felt her heavy tits brush over his chest as her tongue worked between his lips, and her thighs pressed them together.
Steve felt her pussy gliding over his cock, pressing him against his abdomen. “Fuck, so soft and smooth…” he breathed.
“Lasered,” she said. “Only the best for Wes.”
“You certainly are,” he noted, brushing her hair from her face, and scooping her back down for a kiss, her breasts grazing his chest. She felt underneath herself, took his dick in hand and guided it to her entrance, before sliding back and capturing him.
All thoughts of what was happening on the sofa outside were blanked from his mind as Marissa’s pliant lips enveloped the head of his cock and he slipped effortlessly inside her warm, wet pussy. On her arms, her back arched as she took him inside her, eyes closing, as she set a slow easy pace of rocking back and forth. He took one swinging breast in his hand, stroking his finger across the soft flesh and teasing the nipple, as she worked him ever deeper inside her. Steve bent his knees, letting her slam her juicy arse back onto his thighs with each thrust, and started to fuck back up into her.
“Fuck yeah, just like that,” she said, kissing and nibbling at his shoulder.
He put his hands on her wide hips, rocking her in the same rhythm. “So tight… So hot…”
She’d been right – this wasn’t going to last long. All day he’d been watching her body move, first in that tiny bikini, then in that skin-tight dress. He’d spent most of his time trying not to think about fucking another man’s wife, yet here they were, her riding him, bodies pressed together, her silky skin gliding over his, a thin sheen of sweat from their exertions lubricating them. He needed to slow down if this was going to last any time at all; he really didn’t want to disappoint her.
So, he lay back down, returning his legs to the bed, and watched her work. Watched her perky tits sway and jump as she bottomed out onto him. Watched the concentration on her face.
Then she changed, leant back on her hips, and she was riding him; pussy clamped hard over him as she sat on his lap, clit grinding against him as she put more sway and roll into her hips, biting her lip and watching his face as she constricted herself around his cock.
He looked up at her – majestic, proud, gorgeous – as she worked herself on him.
“Fuck… So deep…” he moaned.
“Uh-huh. I love your cock filling me up!” And she closed her eyes again, taken over by the sensation.
Steve could feel it approaching – the point of no return. “Fuck, Marissa, you’re gonna make me cum…”
“Oh god yes, give it to me!” She rode him harder, pushed her hand between them and started circling her clit as she rode on.
“Seriously, I can’t stop it now, I’m gonna cum inside you!”
“Fucking right!” she said, possessed. “Cum in my cheating cunt! Fill me with your seed! Knock me up, you fucking English bastard!”
It was like she was calling directly to his balls; his dick twitched, and he blasted a heavy load deep inside her, then another, and another…
“Yes! Oh Yes! You’re doing it! Fuck! Come inside me! Oh god I’m cumming!!!!”
She fell back onto her arms, back on all fours over him, as they came together; her pussy milking him as it convulsed, his dick still twitching as the last of his load leaked from him. He saw her face, raw from lust, as she tried to catch her breath, her chest heaving and making her perfect tits dance.
He pulled her face down to his again, and she swallowed his tongue as their lips came back together, taking him inside her at both ends, as they both rode the aftershocks.
///
“Aah! Aah! Fuck! Shit!”
Each bounce on Wes’s huge cock tore another cry from Katie’s raw throat. Still on the sofa, his hands guiding her hips, she’d been determined to take him all the way, but he was just too big. He was stretching her to her limit; the thickness bringing the most incredible friction, the length stretching deep inside her, pressing on that spot by her cervix that Steve could barely reach. The pleasure/pain sensation was almost unbearable, but she didn’t want to stop.
“Oh shit, I’m gonna cum again! Fuuuuuuuck!!!”
Wes watched her body shuddering over him, supporting her by her ribcage, thumbs brushing underneath her tits. He pushed his face into her cleavage, feeling her soft flesh pressing against his face, tasting her sweat and feeling her heart hammering to get out.
“Such a dirty bitch,” he said.
“I am! I’m such a slut! Fucking a man I barely know while my husband is in the next room! Oh god, give it to me, I need it so bad!”
It seemed Marissa might be right; Katie had taken to her role as adulteress easily. He wondered quite how badly she wanted to be used. Her desperation, her horniness, sure was a big turn-on; her juices pooled in his lap where they ran down the rest of his thick cock. Part of him wanted to grab those hips, slam her down onto him, force himself fully inside. But he didn’t want to hurt her; at least, no more than she wanted to be hurt. They had all night, so why make her too sore to continue in the first hour?
He could feel the pressure building in his balls. Time to see how dirty a bitch she was, how much she’d let him take control.
“I’ve got such a fucking load for you, bitch,” he said.
“Oh god yeah, pump it deep in me!”
“I don’t think so, slut. You gotta prove you deserve it.”
“How?” she pleaded, raking her nails over his chest with one hand as she flicked her clit with the other.
“Get on your knees.”
Katie did as she was bid, lifting herself off the huge cock and dropping to the carpet. She felt lost, so disappointingly empty, feeling the cool air inside her gaping hole. She reached underneath herself, slid all four fingers into the void. It was barely enough for her desperate cunt, but it was all she had. His air at his groin was thick with sex, the area slick from her juices. It was intoxicating. She licked his thick veiny cock, tasting herself on him, as he took his dick in his hand.
“What do you say, bitch?”
“Please, let me suck you off!”
“No!” He slapped his member across her face. Katie’s pussy clenched as his dick slammed against the soft skin.
“Please!”
“Not gonna happen.”
“God, I need your cum! I need it so bad!”
Wes smiled.
“Cum for me! I need to see you, to feel you cumming!”
“Where?” he teased, stroking himself right in front of her face, tapping himself against her cheek.
“In my cunt! In my mouth! I don’t care! Just come for me!”
“In your ass?”
Katie’s eyes flashed. “God yes, fuck me in the arse!” she heard herself say. “Pump it deep in my fucking shitter!” It’s like her brain had broken and she was just saying whatever depraved thing she could think of. The sensible part of her brain worried about the size of him, how much that would hurt. But it was being drowned out by lust.
“Ah, my little whore, didn’t I say you had to earn it first?” And he took her hand, wrapped it round his cock. Helped her pump him. Made her watch herself jerking him off, the tip of his huge cock inches from her face.
Realisation dawned; Katie knew what he needed.
“I’ve not fucked Marissa since this morning, so this is gonna be a huge fucking load. You ready?”
“Yes! Paint my face, you bastard! I want your sticky cum all over me!”
“Good girl,” he said, stroking her hair back. “You may have your reward.” His balls tightened, cock twitched, and he splashed thick semen over her delicate face, almost covering one cheek with the first blast, the next across her nose and onto her forehead.
“Yes! Yes! Come for me, make me your filthy whore!”
Babe, you have no idea, he thought.
She tried to catch the next load in her open mouth, but he slapped her face aside, shooting it instead down her neck to her heavy tits. “No! Spit it out, I didn’t give you permission to swallow it!”
Reluctantly, she let it dribble out of her lips; mixed with saliva it ran straight down her chin and dropped onto her tits, running through her cleavage and down onto her stomach.
Fuck, she’s so hot, Wes thought, looking at his handiwork. Her face was plastered in his cum, running down over her face and tits, her hand pistoning into her pussy as she brought herself towards orgasm once more. She was utterly beautiful. He didn’t think he could keep being so mean, even if that’s what she wanted.
“Clean me,” he ordered, and without hesitation she wrapped her lips round the fat head of his cock, licking the last of the cum from his member.
“You really want it, right? You wanted my cum that bad?”
She nodded, lust burning in her eyes.
He smiled, scooping a fingerful from her cleavage, bringing it to her lips. Eagerly she sucked it from his finger, moaning as she swallowed. “Thank you,” she whimpered.
He looked down at her. She seemed so pathetic, waiting on his every word. Marissa was dirty, would do whatever he wanted, but wasn’t quite so submissive with it. He wasn’t sure he liked it – he wanted his women to challenge him.
It seemed she was holding herself back. Waiting for a sign.
“Cum for me,” he ordered. “Fuck your hand and make yourself cum again!”
“Oh god, yes, I need to cum so bad!”
He grabbed her tit, rubbing his cum over her nipple, the silky slipperiness and dirtiness adding to her pleasure.
“Cum hard for me, baby. Let everyone in the building know how hard.”
“Yes! Oh fuck! I can feel it, it’s gonna be fucking huge!”
“Then do it! Make sure Steve hears you screaming!”
“Oh fuck! Steve, I’m cumming! I’m cumming with Wes’s load all over my fucking tits! I’m such a cheating whore! Shit! Fuck! Aaaaaahhhh!!!!”
Katie collapsed against Wes’s legs as the powerful orgasm tore through her body. He put his hand against her shoulder, supporting her as wave after wave of pleasure convulsed through her limbs. He slid to the floor beside her, held her in his arms. He couldn’t do it anymore, couldn’t play the hard uncaring guy.
“Sash,” he cooed, holding her trembling frame in his strong arms. “God, you are so sexy.” He stroked her arms, until her eyes swam back into focus.
“Oh wow,” she said. “I don’t know what came over me then.”
Wes laughed. “I think it was me.”
“I’m not normally like that at all. I think I just got so horny all day. Your wife is such a dirty bitch.”
“Yup, she sure is.” He looked down at the pair of them, she was starting to stick to him as his load cooled and congealed. “And you’re not that clean, either. Shall we tidy you up a bit?”
///
Marissa lay curled against Steve’s chest, her leg idly draped over his, hand stroking slowly back and forth across his chest. They were relaxed in each other’s company, but she could tell he was troubled. They could hear Katie’s moans, getting steadily louder, and Steve flinched each time he heard her scream.
“Love isn’t finite, you know,” she said, kissing his shoulder.
“What do you mean?”
“Wanting to fuck me doesn’t mean you love her any less. And she won’t abandon you just because Wes shows her a good time.”
He kissed her forehead, traced a hand down her side to cup her arse. “How did you get so wise?”
“I’ve had to fight my own demons. Jealousy eats at you, such a waste of energy.” She purred as he stroked her. “Sorry if my potty mouth freaked you out earlier.”
“You mean all that ‘put a baby in me’ stuff you were screaming? Yeah, can’t say I found that sexy, sorry.”
“A lot of men have that fetish though.” A pause. “My mouth runs away with me sometimes when I’m super horny.” She teased at his nipple. “You did that to me.”
“So, you’re not…”
“Pregnant?” She laughed. “No chance. Come on, Wes and I fuck three or four times a day; if I was gonna get knocked up it’d be done already. Besides, why spoil this body with stretchmarks?”
Steve’s eyes traced her figure, lingering on her shapely breasts.
“The truth of it is, I love feeling a man pumping his seed deep inside me. That’s what really gets me off. Oral and anal are okay, but not as satisfying as you finishing buried deep in me.”
Katie’s cries were getting louder, then she started calling Steve’s name. Marissa reached down, took his semi-hard cock in her hand. “Don’t listen to it. It’s meaningless, just sex talk, working herself up.” She rolled onto her back. “Come here, to me,” she beckoned. “Make love to me, at your pace. We have all night.”
Steve raised onto his elbow. She was a vision. Coffee-coloured skin, so delicious against the crisp white sheets. So gorgeous. How could he refuse her? The adage came to mind – if you can’t be with the one you love, love the one you’re with.
She spread her legs as he knelt between them, kissing up her stomach, over her tits, up her neck, until their lips met. He shifted, she rocked, and they slid together, as if they’d made love to each other every day.
“Mmmm, you feel so good inside me,” she purred, wrapping her legs up and round his waist, crossing them and digging her ankles into his butt, gently pressing on his arse to help enforce the pace.
Steve stayed raised on his arms, watching her face. She was shockingly beautiful, even with her mouth slightly open and her eyes slightly closed. Maybe because of that; the influence of lust. Her hair lay like a crown around her head; a mane, his lioness.
“I can’t believe how much I want you,” he murmured. She smiled, knowingly, as he tipped his head forward to take her rippling breast in his mouth.
She started working herself around him, rocking and twisting in a countermotion to his, increasing the friction and variance of the thrusts. As he gasped, she ran her fingers over his shoulder and back – now gently, then nails clawing at him, now soft fingertips again. Keeping him on edge, off balance, unable to get used to any feeling.
“God, you feel so good… What you do to me!” The pressure building on his cock, the pleasure of feeling her clamped around him, working hard to bring him. He lifted himself back up on his arms, started to thrust more forcefully, building to a big finish. He slammed himself into her with each rock of his hips, watching her tits jump each time.
“Yeah! Harder!” she begged, pulling on his shoulders, using her feet on his arse to push him even more forcefully into her.
Steve reached up to grab the headboard, give him something to anchor himself and pull against – then remembered the incident with Katie on that first night. Somehow, he didn’t think the premier suite would have the same issue with dodgy chipboard nailed to the wall – this bed was solid, metal-framed; a good job, given how hard they were now fucking on it. Marissa reached up, grabbed the bars, anchoring herself and in the process raising her tits to greater prominence.
“Fuck me, you’re beautiful,” he said. “God, I’m too close.”
“Then pound me, Steve. Fuck me like you might never see me again.”
“Oh shit, are you nearly there?”
“You know what I need!”
Steve knew, and it was seconds away; the tightness gathering down below, his head swam from ragged breathing, his legs crying enough, as he drove himself those last few times into her waiting pussy before he boiled over and exploded into her.
“Fuck! Fucking hell! Fuck!” He grunted, hanging his head and clinging to the end of the bed to stop himself collapsing.
“Oh yes, come in me, I can feel you pumping in me, oh god yes. Yes! YES!!” And she came, clenching at him, drawing the last of his seed from his wilting cock, as she stroked down his side with her delicate hands.
///
The shower was one of those with a huge fixed head, creating the effect of rain on the couple. The water ran hot, enveloping them in steam that condensed on the safety glass panels. The jet hose hung, unused for now, in its cradle.
Wes ran his strong, soapy hands all over Katie’s slippery, pliant body. She stood in front of him, leaning back against his chest, head tilted back so they could continue kissing. Their hands ran freely, Wes cupping and encircling her tits with long fingers, Katie bracing herself by holding his hips, pulling him forward to feel his hardening cock pressing against her arse and the small of her back. She had no idea how he could still function with so much blood diverted to engorge that monster.
As he teased one large boob, he pushed his other hand down, over Katie’s toned stomach and between her legs. He stroked between her lips, sliding deep inside her, and beckoning at her g-spot as his thumb kept rolling slowly over her sensitive clit.
“Did you mean what you said, earlier?” he asked.
“Mmmm?” Katie couldn’t listen, little shocks shooting through her pussy as he effortlessly set her pulse racing. “What, when?”
“When you were on your knees. Begging me. Were you serious about me taking you up the ass?”
Katie said nothing, but Wes saw her start biting her lip, and knew that she just didn’t want to admit it.
“I mean, if you’re not adventurous enough for that, it’s cool. Some people are just vanilla, I suppose.” He kept stroking her cunt and tit as he spoke, then started nibbling at her neck. He felt her start rocking her pelvis, rubbing his cock between her butt cheeks. He wondered if she knew she was doing it.
“Vanilla? Oh, no. Steve and I… We’ve been together a long time, there’s not a lot we haven’t done together. Of course he’s fucked my arse, many times. It’s just…”
“You don’t like it. I understand.”
She turned, pulled him to her, pressing her tits against him, hand stroking his cock. “Me? I fucking LOVE it! I come so fucking hard from anal. It’s Steve, he hates the mess. So, I only get it on special occasions.” She looked into his eyes. “Is that gonna be a problem?”
“Not for me, you sexy dirty little girl” he smiled, gliding a hand down to cup her arse, running fingers into the crack between her cheeks, searching out her bud.
“It’s just… You’re a lot bigger than he is. So, can you go easy on me?”
“I’ll try,” he said.
“Thanks. At least, until I beg you not to be gentle,” she smiled.
“Anything you say,” he replied, pushing his thick finger against her sphincter, feeling her relax and letting it slide in to mid knuckle.
“Oh, Jesus…” she moaned, then swallowed his tongue as her hips started grinding her clit against his thigh.
Slowly, Wes worked first one finger, then a pair of fingers, into her tight anus; sliding gently in and out, letting her relax and take the invasion. A little moisturiser helped work her arse loose enough.
“Fuck, that is sooo gooood!” she moaned. “But I’m gonna need more to distract me when that goes in,” she said, nodding to his monster cock. The two fat fingers felt great, but they were just a fraction of the girth of his huge dick.
“Turn round,” he ordered, sliding his fingers out of her arse as she complied. Wes turned on the jet hose, checked the temperature, and twisted it to the concentrated pulse setting. Then he held it, directing the jet straight at her clit.
Her response was immediate. “HOLY FUUUUCK!!!” Katie had to brace her body, arms out against the wall, as the pressure of the water relentlessly played over her sensitive clit. “Oh my fucking god, I have to get one of these!!!”
Wes cupped her butt cheek and slid his fingers back into her gaping arsehole, shaping three into a triangle formation and starting to corkscrew them into her anus. He felt her rock back, pushing herself against his hand, burying his fingers deeper inside her. He expected to hear her wince, but instead there was a low, animalistic growl.
She looked back over her shoulder, face in a rictus of pure lust, eyes burning and mouth agape. “Stop fucking about back there. Get your cock in my arse, you bastard, before I cum again!”
He didn’t need telling twice. He positioned his dick right at her anus, grabbed her by both hips, and yanked her backwards, forcing himself inside her tight arse.
“Jesus Fuck!” she screamed. It was just the tip of him, held just inside her sphincter, but she’d never felt so stretched open, so full. Her back arched, snapping her back upright, before she could relax back into it and lean forward again, presenting herself to her hung black lover.
Wes began to thrust, slowly at first as he waited for her arse to relax and accommodate him, then faster and deeper as she was able to take more and more of him inside her.
“Fuck, I wish I could see it,” she moaned, wiping at the mist on the glass so she could see through to the mirror beyond. That was covered in condensation too, but you could just make out a curvy female pink form, with a short black figure behind, a thick rod emanating from the latter and disappearing into the former. It felt soooo much better than her huge stick-on dildo did in the shower. Heh, not so huge, as it turned out.
Katie was determined. It hurt, she couldn’t deny that, but in such a deeply enjoyable way, particularly with the shower jet sending waves of electric energy straight through her clit to the pleasure centres of her brain. She didn’t care if she could walk tomorrow. She didn’t care about the mess or the pain. She just needed to take him, all of him, in at least one way – he was just too much for her to take down her throat, or in her tight pussy, no matter how hungry it was.
I’m doing it, she thought, as the water and the stretching and the raw dirty nastiness of the situation worked her over. He was pulling her tight that she felt pleasure deep inside, him rubbing near things that she’d never had stimulated this way before. “Oh shit, you’re gonna make me cum by fucking my arse!”
Wes said nothing, just continued grunting and driving himself into her. He knew exactly when the first wave hit, her cunt and arse clenching so hard, over and over in a fast desperate rhythm. Her screams of lust were just a bonus. He slowed, but didn’t stop, as her body was wracked over and over with quakes of pleasure.
“Fuck me! Fuck my arse! Fucking tear me open, destroy me! Jesus, I need you inside me, all inside me! Bury that fat cock deep in my arse and shoot your fucking balls deep in my guts!”
And that was the last comprehensible thing she said for a while. He steadied his stance, grabbed her hips tighter, and did as he was bid, driving himself ever harder and faster into her arse, pulling almost all the way out before slamming his footling meat deep back into her, as she screamed herself hoarse. Deeper and deeper he went, until finally she could feel her thighs slapping into his, his balls swinging onto her clit, her arse cheeks cupped by his groin.
Oh fuck, she thought. I did it! I took all of him! Oh god, I feel so full, so dirty, so slutty. I want this cock in me forever. I want to cum on him forever, over and over… jeez here it comes, I’m gonna cum, cum so fucking hard! Her head started to spin, dizziness boiling in from outside.
Wes could feel her pulse racing, tight around his cock. The shower jet played with his balls as they swung forward to slap her pussy and clit. He was so fucking close. His heavy balls wouldn’t have to wait much longer. He drew himself back and slammed back in, over and over, holding his breath, reaching forwards to grab and maul her tits as he shoved his dick into her arse over and over, practically lifting her from the floor as he buried his cock fully into her.
He felt her start convulsing again, heard the shower jet clatter as she dropped it to the floor. “I’m cumming again! Oh fuck yeah!” she screamed, redundantly. He slid his hand down the front of her, cupping her twitching pussy and feeling his cock buried in her arse as he held her back to his chest, groping at her tit with his other hand, pumping load after load deep into her bowels, holding her up as much as against him.
Once she could breathe again, she rocked her head back, and slid her tongue into his mouth, kissing and suckling at his lips as his slowly softening cock relieved the pressure on her arse. Eventually, he stepped backwards, pulling himself free from her anus, glad they were still in the shower so the water could carry away the worst of the effects of their dirty sex.
///
Steve stirred, only realising he’d been asleep by the fact he now wasn’t. The space on the bed beside him was empty, but still warm – Marissa must have stepped away for a moment. Sure enough, the door to the ensuite opened, and she emerged with body and hair wrapped in fluffy white towels.
“Hey,” she said. “I just wanted to freshen up a bit. You worked me so hard I’d got a bit of a sweat going on – not sexy at all.”
Steve moved and felt a tightness at his groin – hair painfully matted from their earlier sessions. Perhaps a shower wasn’t a bad idea. “I think I’ll have one of those too” he said as he rose from the bed, pulling her face close for a kiss as he passed her. “Don’t go falling asleep on me now.”
“Not a chance, stud,” she said, groping his semi-hard cock as he tried to step away. He laughed, and she let him slip through her fingers as he headed to the bathroom.
The water was warm but not too hot; Steve let it play over his face and chest for a while before reaching for the soaps. Part of him wanted Marissa to return to the shower with him, to run her hands over his slippery body… Steve realised he was now fully hard and stroking himself; with some effort he managed to drag his hand away from his cock and stopped cupping his balls. There was a hot chick just the other side of that door, waiting for him. Why waste time in here wanking when he could be out there fucking?
Clean and fresh, he vigorously towelled himself off, wrapped it around his waist and went back out into the bedroom. Marissa had laid herself across the bed, wrapped in a loose silk gown that teased at her curves. She smiled as she saw his mouth form an O, pleased to know that even after all they’d done tonight, despite the fact he’d seen her naked and vulnerable, that the sight of her dressed as she was could still provoke such a reaction.
“Drop the towel,” she ordered. Steve raised an eyebrow. She got to her feet, hand on hips. “I said drop it,” she repeated.
“You first.”
She smirked back, pulled at the tie around her waist, letting the gown fall open to reveal the matching lingerie underneath.
“Fuck…” he whispered, pulling at a loose end on the towel and letting it fall to the floor, revealing how much he was enjoying the sight of her. It didn’t matter they’d spent most of the night together, naked, already. She was stunning, and the silk and lace enhanced rather than concealed.
“Sit,” she ordered, and he stumbled backwards into a chair by the dressing table. She prowled towards him, the gown sliding down her back like the waterfalls in the grounds outside, and she bit her lip while staring into his eyes. She tapped her phone, and a slow easy instrumental started to play. As Steve watched, enraptured, she began to sway to the music; sinuous movements that demonstrated her flexibility and held so much promise.
Steve was dragged to a strip club once, at the end of an acquaintance’s Stag do. He’d stayed for the meal, somewhat uncomfortable eating whilst several girls in barely-there bikinis danced and draped themselves around them. He’d become increasingly uncomfortable with their advances, worried about what Katie would have thought of him if she found out, and excused himself as soon as he could. When he confessed, Katie found it incredibly funny, and gently goaded him for fearing a little harmless fun.
Now it seemed he would get his lap dance after all.
Marissa dropped into a crouch before him, stroking his thighs before straightening her legs and raising her arse, her tits hanging in front of his face in the plunge bra. He watched his hands, unbidden, rise to her soft curves. “Uh-huh, no touching!” she chided, and he snapped his hands back to the sides of the chair and clung on.
She sat on him, started rocking her pelvis, grinding her arse over his aching cock while looking back over her shoulder at his pleading eyes. His mouth was arid; she smiled as he ran his tongue across his dry lips.
She stood astride him, turned to face him, her ample breasts at his eye level. With one finger under his chin, she rocked his head back so he would look in her eyes.
“Hey there, naughty boy. Do you want these?” She put some jiggle into her tits.
Steve nodded, temporarily unable to speak.
“I can’t hear you,” she said, leaning forwards and putting her hands on the back of the chair, causing her tits to swing right up to his face. All he’d have to do was stick out his tongue, and he could lick through that delicious cleavage.
“Do you want to see my tits?” she whispered into his ear, tracing the coils with her tongue.
“Yes…” he whispered, struggling not to grab her with both hands and drag her into his arms.
She stood back up, unclasped the bra, and slowly drew it from her chest, her large but firm breasts settling but not sagging as she did so. Not for the first time, Steve wondered if she’d had some work done. But regardless, she looked perfect. He wanted to bury his face into that cleavage and drown. He wanted to grab her hips and draw her over him, bury his cock deep in her pussy, bounce her on him until he lost himself inside her. But instead, he clutched at the base of the seat, knowing the sex would be all the sweeter for the anticipation.
She stood astride him, then slowly lowered herself onto his lap. It amused her to hear him whimpering. She slid forwards until the silk was gliding over his hardness and wrapped her legs around the back of the chair.
“I like you,” she said, stroking his face. “Do you like me?”
Steve boggled, eyes roaming over her coffee-coloured skin, tits squashed into his chest, thighs wrapped round his waist. She was utterly captivating.
“You’re beautiful,” he managed.
“You’re so sweet,” she said, and kissed the top of his head. This had been fun, but now she was desperately horny, and needed to get fucked. She stood, in just the pretty lace thong, and started towards the bed.
“Wait…” Steve said, watching her perfect arse recede from view, reaching for that lace with shaking fingers.
“No touching,” she reminded him.
He smiled. “No hands, I promise.”
She stepped back towards him, her pussy at head level. He leant forwards and placed a delicate kiss on the front of the tiny knickers. Despite herself, she shuddered in anticipation.
Steve licked across the fabric between her legs, finding it already damp from her arousal. The scent filled his nostrils. He needed more. As she moved closer, he kissed and nibbled where thigh met hip, then tucked his tongue into the fabric, sliding it down between her legs, until he could feel the other thigh. Curling his tongue and pulling down, he captured the material in his mouth, his taste buds desperate for more of her salty sweetness.
“Oh Jesus…” he heard her breathe, as he drew the material safely away from her soft lips before biting down hard so he could draw the thong down her legs. Once past the swell of her thighs, he let go with his teeth, and let the slip of fabric fall to the floor, joining the matching bra and gown.
He reached for her again, intending to pull her to his face, but she had headed swiftly to the bed. He bent down to pick up the gown, a plan forming in his mind. He looked back up to find her kneeling on the bed, facing away from him, presenting that perfect arse and pussy to his delighted eyes.
“God, I need you inside me. I need you to fuck me, hard. No holding back.”
But he didn’t come up behind her and take her like she’d expected. He came around the side of the bed, towards her face.
“You’ve been a bad girl tonight, haven’t you,” he said, not unkindly. He’d rolled the silk into a rope, which he proceeded to carefully tie around one of her wrists.
Marissa’s eyes went wide, but she didn’t stop him. “Yes, master,” she said, dropping her gaze.
“You’ve been teasing me, haven’t you.” He threaded the silk through the bars of the headboard, and reached for her other wrist, which she offered without protest.
“I have, I’m sorry,” she said, trembling with excitement.
“That’s as maybe. But I think it’s my time now.” He checked the silk was tight, but not too tight, around her wrist. He didn’t want her hurt, just to have enough of an illusion of captivity.
Now he stepped back around to the end of the bed, to that luscious arse and those slick pussy lips.
“Please fuck me,” she said, eyes pleading as she looked back over her shoulder at him.
“No,” he said, dropping to his knees and pressing his face into the softness of her arse cheeks, his grateful tongue sliding between her lips to feast on her nectar.
He heard her moan, imagining her eyes rolling back as he lapped at her sensitive clit and drew his tongue through her folds.
Over and over, round and round, he lapped at her most sensitive centre as she quivered and pushed herself back against his face. She moaned, begged, pleaded for him to go deeper, faster, harder. But Steve would not be rushed. He set a pace he knew he could sustain, slow and easy, over and over, until she’d reach that lust-crazed point of no return.
She fought the restraints, desperate to tease her nipples, to pull herself open to him. To increase the intensity. But she was trapped, forced to surrender to his slow steady ministrations. To have that long build-up to the inevitable fall. It had been so long since she had been so thoroughly eaten. And she knew, the longer the climb, the bigger the drop.
Shuddering, almost weeping, she buried her face in the pillows and screamed as she splashed her pleasure all over his face.
Now, Steve thought. Now is the time. And he knelt behind her, grabbed her hips, and slid deep into her wet cunt, still twitching and convulsing from orgasm, and she cried out in delight as he filled her.
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Katie rode Wes’ monster cock, rocking back against him reverse cowgirl style, her hands clamped to his ankles to give her more purchase as his hands caressed her arse and held her hips down to keep his long thick dick buried inside her.
Katie could barely think, could only fuck. She needed release. Somewhere in the back of her lust-fogged brain she had an inkling of how sore she’d be in the morning.
Gasping, panting, she slowed the pace. Her thighs hurt from all the effort. She wanted to cum again, needed to, but she was on the verge of passing out.
“You okay, babe?” Wes asked.
“Yeah,” she lied, leaning forward and kissing his toes, laying her body along his leg.
Suddenly Wes pulled at her hips, dragging her waist up to his face, and buried his tongue inside her ravished pussy. She gasped, caught by surprise, and found his thick member inches from her face. She could feel the heat rolling from it, saw it slicked with their juices. It was magnificent. She reached out with her tongue, sampled it, and heard him groan into her pussy.