ER Therapist
written by:
Changing Tides

Erotic Therapy By: Changing Tides

The sign stated, "Erotic Therapist" with the following tag line, "Guiding the adventure with Alternative Therapy". We hadn't been told of the unorthodox methods... we were soon inspired!

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Note to readers... This story crosses a lot of categories, and could be misconstrued as Slut Wife, but really that is not what is at play here, there is some girl on girl but not in the lesbian context. This story involves typical one-on-one - MF, then switching up to an adulterous MFF situation, restraints but not bondage, non-typical voyeurism, FF, and an ample dose of foreshadowing.

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Marissa and I are your average couple; we are loving and considerate of each other and our fellow man, always willing to help a friend or family member in need. Although we don't make it public we have the typical challenges that any married couple would encounter. Over the course of our thirty-five year relationship our resolve has been tested more than once and our love has conquered.

Sex has always been an important ingredient to our happiness. So, when the frequency diminished, or more accurately stated, when the sex stopped, we both progressed to the point of misery. That said, given the circumstances, it had been a while since we had the energy to engage in such satisfying and invigorating activities. To counter our current state of mind and physical exhaustion, I planned a vacation to a tropical destination. Not just for the relaxation provided from lying around in the sun but also for the excitement that I took from watching Marissa show off her bikini body, which she possessed despite the fifty plus birthdays that have passed.

The lack of energy manifested from accepting the responsibilities of providing elder care. Unfortunately, while caring for Marissa's parents our views on life have been challenged. Our patience was tested, our physical and emotional limits were strained, and above all our relationship was tested, leaving us with a diminished ability to cope with normal stresses.

Right from the get go my vacation planning hit a snag. Due to having to take days and in some cases weeks off to care for the patents in-law, we had exceeded our allotment of vacation time, thus we had to wait a few months before banking enough time to allow for our vacation. My method of planning is one of Marissa's pet peeves as it is not uncommon for me to make such plans without including her input, despite my intentions being in the right place.

Marissa was exhausted and experiencing a lack of zeal, which made her indifferent to my vacation plans. She had become irritable and disinterested with many things, myself included. Combine that with her state of exhaustion, I worried that she had become depressed. As an example, she became pissed that I would make her pack and fly away for a vacation, regardless of the destination, before she had recuperated from taking care of her parents, yet it had been a couple of months since they had moved into a care facility. Convinced that a sexy vacation would be a cure-all, I stuck to my plan. Besides, I had the past as my guide, previously when Marissa was exhausted I had often taken her on surprise get a-way's and she never complained about leaving the "cause" behind before, which made me think the same might apply now. Maybe this time I was being too impatient. Nonetheless, the wait for our departure was agonizingly long.

Through the course of our relationship we learnt a valuable lesson, the truth to the words "variety is the spice to life". We applied the lesson to many areas of our life, food, wine, travel, friends etc., however when it came to sex our version of "variety" may not be the image that is conjured up by the implications of the term. We found ways to apply the lesson in terms of locations, such as doing it outdoors, or discreetly in public places, as well as adding some other imaginative ideas.

It has been said that the most powerful aphrodisiac in the world is our mind and our limitless imagination. To address times when life's challenges became a distraction, I developed and shared some mild fantasies to add the appropriate amount of spice, when needed of course. Marissa wasn't immediately accepting, but over time she warmed up to my playful suggestions, which almost always led to fantastic and often leant towards risqué sex. The inclusion of various devices and the development of those fantasies became our way to add the variety without the loss of monogamy. All that being said; currently nothing seemed to inspire Marissa's interest.

During our time together we have experienced our share of ups and downs, and as this down took us too new lows, I began to worry that "we" wouldn't survive, which might be a little over dramatization, yet motivation enough to seek help.

After some prodding Marissa agreed that we had lost something. Luckily, we both wanted it back, so we sought professional help. We had met with a few different marriage counsellors but hadn't found that we made any progress. The old cliché, "Good help is hard to find," rung true. We were nearing our wit's end, when I finally went to see my family doctor. He felt we needed an alternative to traditional counselling and referred us to an Erotic Therapist. Just the term made us sceptical, that and not knowing what to expect made us a little apprehensive. Yet we were determined and decided to follow through; not realizing that what ailed us had already begun to heal.

Leading up to our first appointment our scepticism intensified. My conviction began to wane, a fact that Marissa picked up on. Given our desire to get back to where we were we kept the appointment. The therapist operated out of his residence, which only added to our lack of enthusiasm, thinking that professionals operate out of a real office, which was all part of our preconceived societal notions.

The therapist's residence, slash office, was located in an area of the city we had never ventured to before. It was a newer development with quite a mix of housing; his stood out in an impressive way. As we approached, a sign on the corner of his lot directed us down the long driveway, past the side of the house into a drive-thru styled garage, similar to those automatic car wash bays. Automatic doors opened and then closed behind us securing our privacy as we exited our car and walked along an enclosed corridor that led into the house. By this entrance there was another sign, which stated the therapist's name, Dr. Sam Reynolds, his credentials along with his mantra, "Guiding the adventure with Alternative Therapy."

Unaware of what the "Alternatives" were, I imagined various connotations of that mantra, perhaps some on the inappropriate side. We entered the house where we were greeted by digital media, which instructed us to proceed into a waiting room. Another wide screen TV played video of testimonials of good looking anonymous people claiming to have successfully saved their marriages by visiting this therapist etc., yet none alluded to the method employed. It all seemed a little commercial.

Trying to keep an open mind I couldn't help but think that his mantra was really a euphemism for something a little risqué. When the light above the door leading out of the waiting room turned green we heard the lock of the door actuate and we stood and proceeded.

We stepped through the door into a lavishly decorated suite, doubling as the therapist's office. There were numerous examples of modern art adorning the walls a large Grande piano, extravagant vases some empty some with fresh and others with dried flowers, a bookcase towering almost twenty feet up to the ceiling - filled with leather bound books of various vintages along with an attached moveable ladder, a large lateral wine cabinet with an open bottle and three glasses set upon it's granite top. In the middle of this large room were the seating arrangements. A large ornate coffee/cocktail table stood between a white leather armchair and a brown leather sofa, all situated in line with two tall windows with blinds partially pulled giving the room a mystic ambiance.

The back of a large leather executive chair facing a computer screen, which faced the tall bookcase, shielded the therapist from our view. We could hear him as he sat tapping away at a keyboard. We were taken aback a little by the lavish décor, but not as much as we were when a sexy female voice acknowledged our presence.

"Please come in, take a seat upon the sofa. I'm just putting the finishing touches to a short memo."

To say I was surprised is an understatement. I was under the impression that Dr. Sam Reynolds was a man of middle age, with vast experience as a therapist, the latter told to me by my doctor, who neglected to inform me that the therapist was a she rather than a he, as the name implied. It wasn't only that, the voice sounded young, which left me wondering where the vast experience could possibly have come from.

Marissa looked at me with quizzical concern. Given her silence I could only imagine what she might be thinking. No doubt, like me she was a little stunned, as I had been referring to the therapist as a "he" for days. Not to mention that Marissa was probably replaying the words from the sign over in her head, "Guiding the adventure with alternative therapy", which we both considered somewhat ambiguous, and now she probably wondered if this was some twisted plot to fulfill a fantasy of mine.

When Sam Reynolds spun her chair around to face us, we were stunned again. The Dr. Sam Reynolds was indeed a woman, a tall young woman, probably in her early thirties, with the figure of a sexy lingerie model and the look of a high classed call girl; her hair unrealistically blonde straight and framing a delicately featured face, her makeup bold and just a little overdone, her attire quite provocative, and her cleavage - well again, not that realistic looking. As was the case earlier, inappropriate thoughts regarding the therapist's mantra inspired a myriad of possibilities, which flashed through my mind, including visions of the therapist and Marissa doing some sort of unorthodox sex therapy whilst I watched. All of which was arousing my sex senses.

While I likely appeared accepting and possibly even eager to get on with it, Marissa was the opposite. She appeared tense and uncomfortable, shocked and probably feeling a little distrusting. My guess was that she suspected I had arranged the whole thing, as a prelude to our vacation, given it wouldn't have been the first time I had flirted with such an idea.

When Samantha Reynolds spoke, there was something soothing about her voice. It demanded compliance yet, wasn't at all forceful, perhaps a bit seductive, which all came across in a sexy sweet tone. After a quick but awkward introduction Dr. Reynolds explained with empathy...

"I take it that your referring doctor failed to point out my gender. I'm not sure if they do that for their own humour, or as their idea of some sort of shock therapy. In any case, as you may have gathered, Sam stands for Samantha, and despite my appearance I do have extensive clinical and practical experience counselling couples. Through my experience I have developed some very effective alternative therapies." She paused as she assessed our level of comfort, and then continued. "You may have noticed the open bottle of wine; I have found that accompanying our first conversation with an adult beverage can be both calming and invigorating, if you're so inclined."

‘Aptly put,' I thought, I could definitely use a drink and Marissa probably as well. Our first unorthodox therapeutic session began.

The glass of wine proved to be a great icebreaker; after a few sips Marissa relaxed and sat back listening attentively to everything that Dr. Reynolds had to say, stating that she preferred to be addressed by Sam. She asked us questions about why we were there and what we hoped to gain from counselling, including our expectations, jotting down notes as we replied. Sam then explained that she didn't expect us to open up and spill everything that was troubling us during our first session; rather we were to consider this as the, "getting to know you better stage." She made a point to emphasize the importance of self-awareness and meditation, which would help us accept what she called the Demystification of our inhibitions and/or De-Tabooing of our sexuality. In fact our first assignment was to go home and write down something that we felt troubling about sex, or better put something that we would like to try, but haven't because of it being thought, "taboo".

Despite finding her assignment slightly odd, we were surprised that we had made an almost immediate and comforting connection, and when we left Dr. Reynolds' office, we left with hope and renewed enthusiasm.

Coming up with an honest response to our assignment proved somewhat troubling for me. I am the creative one, who dreams up the fantasy scenarios that I have openly shared with Marissa. My wife's enthusiastic response is evidence that she accepts my fantasy as her own, in fact she has initiated the fantasy talk to get things moving sexually more than once, adding her own twist as well, despite all of that there has not been a serious attempt to make fantasy become reality. However, following those occasions when Marissa is taking the lead, I might make a persuasive suggestion about how exciting it would be to actually follow through, as in making the necessary arrangements for fantasy to become reality. That is where Marissa's enthusiasm would wane and she'd either express her fears, or often just say, "Be careful what you wish for".

Although Marissa had been resistance to me making those arrangements, there was one time when we stayed at a local hotel in one of their high-end suites. We were celebrating a significant birthday of hers, we had enjoyed a romantic dinner and then back in the room we enjoyed sex in the Jacuzzi, and again in the clear glass shower. Afterwards while lying in bed watching a movie I felt my arousal stirring once again and to help us along suggested that I had arranged for her to receive a special gift, hinting that a special guest would make an appearance. Often this was how our fantasy sex nights started, a little pillow talk, each adding a detail or two while engaging in foreplay and finally a bit of role-play banter during sex, which generally led to a very satisfying end to our evening. Given that we had already enjoyed sex twice, I wasn't banking on Marissa's willingness. I was utterly surprised at her enthusiasm, and not from the typical pillow-talk perspective. She was ready and very willing for a guest to arrive, to the point that I felt absolutely awful when I had to tell her that it was just pillow talk. There was genuine disappoint, which she was able to overcome with my cunnilingus performance. Nonetheless it all made for an interesting night, which inspired further sexual adventures before the night was over. Good memories, for sure.

Chapter 2...

Now it's no secret that I'd love to give my wife whatever it is that makes her happy, and I do that to the best of my abilities. Marissa has always made me feel special, which inspires my attitude towards my idea of giving. I love giving to her emotionally, materially and especially sexually. Lucky for me, she has never been an overly material girl or demanding for that matter.

There is an old saying and it goes something like this, "It's better to give than to receive," however I am of the belief that, "To give is to receive." For instance, I receive much joy in giving; such as it is with my love of giving to Marissa orally. I love her taste, I love her scent, I love the varied sensations of feeling the different parts of her anatomy and how they change with her lubrication, I love to feel her moving about, I love to feel her thighs clamping down on me, or her hands on the back of my head, truly, I love the sensations of giving my lover pleasure. Just as hearing the erotic sound associated with her pleasure provides a certain satisfaction and in the rare cases, where you can see anything, I love to watch too. To see her facial expressions contort while gripped in the onslaught of an orgasm, or to see her face, neck and breasts become flush from her excessive arousal, or when her arms stretch out and her hands clinch a handful of the bed sheets as her body spasms in the wake of one orgasm while another begins, is to me - a satisfying experience.

Marissa is one of those women that attract attention, unwanted by her so she says. Not only is she a very attractive woman, but also when she is having fun, she has this amazing dirty sexy laugh that gets her noticed and once you notice her, you want to get closer.

Having a woman like Marissa by my side makes me feel like the luckiest man alive, and perhaps at times makes me feel a little insecure, like she deserves more. On many occasions I have given to her beyond my limit financially, but that's not the "more" that I am referring to. You see I am not the only man that hears her laugh. Nor am I the only guy that wants to be close to her, which is a point made within all of my fantasies, which would - if fulfilled - lead to my devoted wife receiving "the spice of life". Genuinely, I would like for her to be satisfied in any way that pleases her, even if that means I am not the only one doing the pleasing. And until Dr. Reynolds' assignment, I wasn't consciously aware of how deep that sexual desire really went and even more taboo, was when I imagined my willingness to watch as it played out.

Once I had come to terms with the assignment I jotted down key words, but then when I went back to add the details I realized that I became aroused thinking about it, a distraction, which caused me to lose focus and forget some of the details that I had in mind. I proceeded to write it out like a story, occasionally interrupted with thoughts of wonder, thinking what would Marissa's version sound like? Would her to taboo ideas be much different than mine?

During the week between our first and second session with Dr. Reynolds, Marissa and I spoke a lot, discussing things that we liked and disliked about our job, about life, and about each other. We talked about how we didn't want to be like our parents and wait too long to retire, and we talked how we shouldn't sweat the small stuff, and about sex and abandoning some of our inhibitions. Marissa admitted that the inclusion of pillow talk and toys had added an interesting dimension to our lives that helped to keep things fresh, adding, "Too bad Mom and Dad hadn't tried it." This gave us a glimpse as to the purpose behind Dr. Reynolds' assignment.

Surprisingly, during all of our conversations over the past week, neither of us had asked about what the other had written for our assignment, perhaps we thought we knew. Yet, I thought that the mystery was essential to our getting along so well, trusting that what ever the other wrote would be acceptable and potentially considered for future experiences.

By the time we went back for our second session we weren't quite sure why we were going anymore. Perhaps Marissa had been right; I had become too impatient when making holiday plans and just hadn't given her enough time to recuperate from caring for her parents. This last week seemed normal - better than normal minus the resumption of sex though. In any case my expectations had changed. I wasn't going back to Dr, Reynolds to fix what I had thought was wrong, but to explore this whole demystification of our sexuality thing. Too, de-taboo our sex life, although I still felt torn between maintaining our sex life as it was, and being careful what I wished for.

As the car came to rest in the parking garage the door closed behind us, yet I didn't turn off the motor. Marissa asked, "Is everything alright?"

"Yes..." I said with a long pause, before hitting the off button. I was imagining what Marissa's response would be to my imagery of what I thought, "To taboo to try". We climbed from the car and proceeded directly into Dr. Reynolds office. Sam was waiting for us, as we were a few minutes late.

"Glad to see you both. Please come in. I thought that you might have changed your minds?" She asked empathetically.

Marissa was first to reply.

"For the first couple of days after leaving here, I had. But then Scott and I began to talk, and talk some more... well we kept on talking for hours, and I came to realize there was more to your assignment than I understood, so I'm back to see where this goes."

"Honesty," Dr. Reynolds said with a sly grin. "You got to love that," she said, looking directly at me as if to imply that I wouldn't be.

"I agree. Our conversations had turned to our parents and how we didn't want to live as they had, and we haven't, but we don't want it to come to what they are faced with today. I guess we came to the same conclusion."

Looking over to Marissa, she seemed relaxed, I assumed her smile indicated that she was ready to share what ever it was she thought "to taboo to try", and hoped she was eagerly anticipating my version.

"Impressive, you both did your assignment?" Dr. Reynolds asked.

We both nodded, as I pulled a couple pages from my pocket. I had written it all out so I wouldn't miss a detail.

"Well done. But we are not going to talk about that today..." the doctor said, then looked at us and then at her note pad and scribbled something down.

Marissa looked at me with disappointment.

"Normally couples aren't ready to hear the detail of what the other's to taboo to try idea is this early in the process. In fact," She continued with a pause. "Most individuals aren't sure if their fantasy is truly their own yet? Rather, we will explore why you think you have those ideas in the first place." She paused again, and after a few seconds of silence, she added, "Who wants to start?"

While I couldn't speak for Marissa, I definitely knew that my fantasy was my own. Sure there were occasions where some random thought would pop into my head with regards to the fantasy, but nothing I didn't think I or Marissa could deal with. I really didn't think postponing this discussion would change anything, and knowing how much time we had given this, I was prepared to accept whatever Marissa had in mind. Yet I figured that the Doctor knew best, so I retained an open mind expecting to get to it eventually. My thoughts had kind of distracted me from the question, and I maintained my silence, as did Marissa.

"Ok then. One of you tell me why you think what you have written is taboo, without telling us what you wrote?"

"You mean why we perceive our fantasy to be taboo?" I asked timidly, stating the obvious, giving me another few seconds to prepare.

"Yes that's right. You had mentioned something about not being faced with what your parents are faced with today. You could start there..."

"Oh that..." I paused to further collect my thoughts. I didn't want to sound as though I was putting Marissa's parents down, as they were whom I had referred to, but my parents hadn't lived any differently, my Dad at least. "Well I guess I look at it as if they haven't really lived yet," I began a bit nervously. "One thing we observed is that as we get old, and our health fails or we lose one of our senses, all we'll have is our memories. What ever we do in life, we want those memories to be good, no regrets."

Dr. Reynolds kept us on that topic for the entire session. Both Marissa and I came to realize that the demystifying of our inhibitions had a lot to do with shaking our parents, or more accurately what we perceived as societal expectations, to quit trying to live up to what everyone else thought life should be like.

We took much more from that session, but given our next assignment was to go home and make love, we were eager to leave. Our instructions were clear, first make love -- thinking of nothing other than your partner's satisfaction, to take our time and perform all aspects of sex that we were comfortable with. Making sure that your partner is satisfied before seeking your own satisfaction, and then secondly to have sex, but this time to focus our thoughts only on our "To taboo to try" idea. This was a Thursday, and Sam asked if she should mark us in for next Thursday, as she usually recommends only one session per week. Alternatively she had an opening earlier in the week if we thought we would complete the assignment sooner.

I wanted to say Monday, but I left it to Marissa.

"Well if you had time on Monday that would work for us," she said looking at me with a restrained grin.

Monday it was... Last appoint of the day.

Chapter 3...

Typically we would have driven straight home, but because Dr. Reynolds had indicated to allow time for all aspects of sex, I decided that a little spontaneity might make for a romantic evening. I stopped by a liquor store to purchase a bottle of fine wine, something a little extravagant compared to our normal. We had both taken the rest of the day off and it was late afternoon so, rather than continuing towards home, I drove down through the river coulees to a park Marissa and I favoured, planning a leisurely romantic walk.

It was wonderful; we talked, we walked -- hand in hand, our discussion flirting with things we thought taboo, partially about what we had written but neither of us confirmed that explicitly, and about our life in general. By the time we had circled the park our conversation had switched to vacation plans. I was delighted to hear that Marissa was on side and now looking forward to it.

Although it was still early in the day we had passed enough time for one of our favourite restaurants to open. Luckily it was a Thursday and despite not having a reservation our request to be seated on the patio was satisfied. I had brought the bottle of wine I had purchased with us, ordered appetizers and enjoyed a cocktail before dinner, along with more conversation, which seemed to come back to the topic of Dr. Reynolds' assignment. We enjoyed a delicious meal our wine, which helped the evening fly by, as did two additional bottles of wine; we actually shut the place down. To tipsy to drive we had our waiter call us a cab. After a long wait we became impatient and began to walk.

The more we walked the more I realized that that wasn't the greatest plan either. We both wobbled a little and it wasn't long before Marissa had to pee. There was a nice hotel about half way between the restaurant and home, which was another couple of blocks away yet. We hurried and as we made are way through the bar entrance Marissa scooted ahead several steps, providing me the ability to make an interesting observation.

Her hips swayed nicely as must have her breasts, given the head bobbing of one of the male customers whose attention she had caught. Looking about I noticed that not just one but a few of the male customers had taken note of Marissa as she hurried along. Smirks formed as their heads followed my wife's movements. I too smirked as I thought proudly, ‘Yeah she's hot, and she's mine?' at which point I felt a stir in my loins. It wasn't until I found myself waiting in line that I began to wonder which urge was causing the stiffness growing in my trousers. ‘Turned on or, the need to piss?' I thought with a shrug. ‘Definitely turned on,' I thought again as I stepped up to a recently vacated urinal, feeling the familiar sensations that accompany such a condition. Consequently, it took me a couple of minutes for the urge to pee to overcome my arousal until I was able to void my bladder, and by the time I washed and returned to the bar my arousal remained, although subdued.

Marissa was nowhere to be seen. I waited, and waited, scanning the bar as I looked for her. ‘Must still be in the ladies room?' I concluded quizzically. While waiting, a couple of other women had come out. Wondering what could be taking her so long I held the door ajar and hollered in, "Marissa, you in there Babe?"

As the words rolled off my tongue I came face to face with a much younger and equally attractive but scantly clad woman. A little stunned, my eyes inadvertently checked her out.

"Not Marissa, but I could be your Babe," she said teasingly, as she ran the palm of her delicate hand under my chin, gently gripping my opposing jaw bone and turning my head as she continued past.

Flabbergasted, I stood with mouth agape. After a step or two past me she stopped, turned back towards me and said, "There was no one else in there." Smiling at me as she closed the distance between us.

She was close enough that the aroma of her perfume wafted up into my nostrils, in an instant the tingly sensations became more pronounced, now confused if by fear rather or arousal. Horrified that in my worry that I could possibly become aroused, my expression must have conveyed as much.

"I could help look for her," the young woman offered, but her tone sounded less than sincere, more like she was hoping I'd say forget about it and join her. Now I felt even more fearful, worried of the affect she was having on me, when she questioned further. "Are you ok, I'm sure she's here somewhere?" She asked as she placed her hand on my arm, as if to comfort me. ‘Wow,' I thought. ‘If I were twenty years younger.'

Just then Marissa spun out of the crowded dance floor in some guy's arms. Their hands kind of lingered as they parted ways, he winked, which she kind of ignored but smiled back at him as she walked towards the unknown young woman and me. He then gave her a - thumbs up, which annoyed me.

"I thought you were going to be in there all night," Marissa asked referring to my time in the men's room? Looking puzzled as to who the young lady may be, she asked with a slightly concerned or distrusting expression. "Everything ok?" She spoke while her eyes shifted from the young lady back to me.

I hadn't thought of how it looked until then. So I stepped back a bit. "Yeah, well I thought you were taking a long time too, but you didn't come out, so I opened the door and called for you. This young lady was just coming out, explained that no one else was in there, I got concerned and she offered to help, but I guess you don't have to now," I said, feeling better that I had got all of that out in the open. It was kind of an awkward moment, I realizing I overreacted, the young lady realizing that I really was looking for my wife, and Marissa probably wondering just how far this would have gone had of she not returned. "Help with what?" Marissa asked warily.

‘Wait a minute... Why should I feel guilty? She was the one off dancing with some guy,' I thought sort of scoffing at her concern. Nonetheless following that thought I explained further. "I didn't know you had a dance partner," I said with an annoyed tone. "I was worried some guy made off with you. She kindly offered to help me look for you," I stated, recognizing the frustration in my tone and realizing this could get out of control if I didn't reel it in a little.

"Kindly I'm sure," Marissa retorted. "Well he did offer to take me home," Marissa said with a flirty tone, implying that she was considering accepting.

The night had been going well, but my immediate reaction to Marissa's flirt was slight anger, realizing that we were a bit drunk I relaxed a bit. With that my thoughts turned to the potential endings this night could have. I reached out taking Marissa's hand and pulled her to me embracing in a tender hug and engaging her sensual lips. We exchanged a smouldering hot kiss, which always works to arouse me but this time also proving my concern was genuine but dissipating.

"What would you like to do?" I asked, catching my breath, still holding Marissa. "Walk the rest of the way home? Take a ride from your muscular friend, or get us a room here?"

"Seriously," Marissa replied with a nervous but excited gleam?

Realizing my implied consent was caught, a flutter of nerves rippled through my stomach as well, leaving my groin twitching as I realized that Marissa was considering the latter two of my suggestions. "Walking doesn't appeal to me, so pick one of the other two," I said confirming that I was serious. By now the young lady had returned to her friends, and my wife's dance partner was no where to be seen.

The corners of Marissa's mouth curved up, her eyes seemed to look right into my soul as she said, "Ok, but either way I'm getting a ride of some kind tonight?"

I nodded approvingly; understanding what was being implied but doubted she was serious. Marissa turned and took my hand leading me towards the lobby. Her young dance partner was sitting at the bar and watched as we approached, Marissa paused looking at him longingly but then continued on her way pulling me with her. I was sort of hoping she'd grab him and pull him along too, it sounded as though she was considering it, which left me thinking, ‘Wouldn't this be the perfect night to fulfill our fantasy,' but when she didn't there was also a certain pleasure I took from that knowing I'd have her all to myself.

Marissa asked the front desk clerk for a Jacuzzi rooms, specifying the room number, we had stayed here before, so they confirmed our details and presented a key-card. I remembered the suite was large and also included a fancy walk in glass shower with showerheads spraying from every angle, plus a super comfortable king bed. She had a thing for big showers, for that reason I was looking forward to getting her into the room.

Despite having consumed three bottles of wine and a cocktail, we were not totally drunk, but our inhibitions had been greatly diminished. The elevator ride was short, but long enough for Marissa to pin me against the wall and while engaging in a passionate kiss she unzipped my fly and reached in to stroke my stiff dick. By the time we were standing at the door to our suite she had my belt undone was bending over as if prepared to blow me in the hallway, while I stood fumbling with the key card. Hearing the elevator arrive helped me to focus, although slightly panic stricken looking back towards the opening door, as we ducked into our suite. A second later she yanked my dick from my pants and dropped to her haunches, quickly engulfing the bulbous head of my hard cock with her lips.

"Oh my god that feels great," I said encouragingly. Her lips smacking as she popped me from her confinement, and then moaning she shoved me back in -- this time using her tongue to massage the length of my throbbing cock. It had been a while since we had any kind of sex let alone oral, so I was a bit surprised by Marissa taking the lead so aggressively, obviously her arousal had been building for some time.

Although I was enjoying her talents I wanted to get her undressed and provide her with reciprocal pleasures, but she wouldn't have it. She clinched down with her jaws trapping my engorged dick between her teeth, pushed me back against the door and continued to bob her head along my shaft, slathering it with her saliva and then forcing the rubbery tip of my cock into the narrows of her throat. The intense heat of her mouth felt divine as well as the pulse of her tongue as it squirmed up against the underside of my cock, the rough texture felt especially delightful against the rim of my cock, massaging that thin band of skin tapering down to where the foreskin had once been. Her throat muscles quivered around the swelling head of my cock, trapped in such a delightful encasement.

With such intense pleasure coursing through my loins I knew I could not withstand much more. I also knew that Marissa had me right where she wanted me, under her complete control. If I tried to move away, her teeth would rake a painful track along my hard cock. Or, if I couldn't resist the temptation to flex my groin, or she resist her desire to take me deeper, the sensations would undoubtedly overwhelm me and my hot cum would spew into her wonton mouth, throat and stomach, which I couldn't understand why she would continue to pursue given her obvious needs.

Careful not to provide too much stimulation Marissa eased back, dislodging my bulbous head from the entrance to her throat. Strings of saliva clung to my cock draping from it to her lips and chin as she gasped for breathe. She then opened wide and grabbed my ass with both hands as she fed me back into her mouth and this time, deeply into her throat. I tried to resist and pulled back, worried that I might not last long enough to stuff my hardness into Marissa's sweet pussy. She held firm pulling me deeper, until I felt her throat begin to convulse as her gag reflex took over, quickly she withdrew me, and to my surprise and delight I was able to refrain from cumming.

Marissa looked up to me with watering eyes, almost disappointedly that I hadn't cum with cock in hand, and two dark streaks running from her eyes to her saliva coated lips and chin. As opportunity had it, I stepped forward causing Marissa to teeter on her haunches. Helping her up I took her in my arms and once again, we engaged in a deeply passionate embrace. Our tongues jousted, darting to and fro, sending pleasurable impulses coursing through our veins. With lips locked our tongue battle subsided and then became more sensually entangled, gently exploring.

Scooping Marissa up in my arms, I carried her to the bed, carefully laying her upon it as I pressed my hardness against her. She gasped and squirmed beneath me, breaking our bond. Slowly my hands moved to her blouse, unfastening each button until her ample bust was revealed, contained by a lacy bra. I pushed the blouse over her shoulders and palmed her bra-clad breasts delicately, massaging her orbs and then tweaking the hardened nubs that strained against the thin material. She cooed approvingly as my fingers fanned out, caressing a path from her breasts down to her waist, stopping at the waistband of her slacks and circling around to the front.

Marissa needed no prodding, after I had undone her slacks she rolled over onto her stomach forcing her pelvis up off the mattress thrusting her buttocks towards me in anticipation. Tugging her pants over the round of her ass and down her thighs until she raised one leg at a time allowing the complete removal. With her ass pointed up precariously it was very tempting to just slip the material of her thong aside and slam my hard cock into her, which she obviously wanted.

With her elbows dug into the mattress, her breasts hung heavily in the cups of her bra. Marissa held her position resting with her head down nearly on the mattress. Her exquisite butt pointed high, her sweet spot split by the gusset of her thong, I wanted her so badly but I kept my resolve wanting to be her patient lover.

When I leaned against the bed directly behind her, the tip of my swollen dick nudging the softness of her pussy lips, which was near cause to abandon my patient ideal. Luckily, my ability to penetrate was blocked by the thin band of material that spread her damp pussy lips. Leaning forward my cock dug against her even harder, pressing against her anal bud as I reached down her back and unclasping her bra releasing her breasts from confinement, I swept my hands under until cupping a breast in each hand. Imagery of me holding her breasts as I thrust into her in this position flashed in my mind, enticing me to act, yet I drew my hands back along her ribs and waist, savouring the feel her body as she shuddered with anticipation.

Wiggling her ass against me, Marissa expressed her impatience. But I held my ideal, continuing patiently as my hands swept up along the flare of her hips, latching onto the material of her thong and pulling it along with my hands over her buttocks and down her thighs until it was resting around her knees.

As I removed Marissa's clothing I kept reminding myself to take it slow, to please her thoroughly, which allowed the intensity of the pleasure throbbing in my loins to ease, if only a little, which gave me the presence of mind to wonder, ‘Why, after all of our fantasizing and coming up with our "to taboo to try" ideas hadn't she just grabbed her young dance partner and pulled him along for the ride. Surely it would have occurred to her, especially given our loss of inhibitions, and my suggestions implied nothing else, why not tonight?'

I wanted to ask, but then, she turned around and sat up onto the edge of the bed, taking my swaying cock in her hand, guiding it towards and sliding her lips over my purplish bulbous head, anchoring my cock orally as she proceeded to remove my khakis, boxers and button down shirt. Stepping out of each leg of my pants I raised that leg and kneeled onto the bed, forcing Marissa back, causing her to once again release me from her oral grip. Bending forward my hands took hold of her waist and slid her up the mattress, which brought her neatly trimmed bush within inches of my face.

My patience amazed even me, I wanted to jump right on and thrust myself into her hot murky sex until my cock was sunk - balls deep, but I resisted. Again my mind wandered back to her young dance partner, imaging how things might have played out had Marissa not been nervous about the consequences. My tongue darted out lashing at her clitoral nub that protruded from her delicate folds. Upon contact she writhed about, shifting her hands to my shoulders nudging me forward.

Thinking of my fantasy, I had to know, "That guy you were dancing with, why didn't you drag him along for the ride?" I asked, and then drove my tongue into her sopping wetness.

A shrill squeal emanated from her lips as I dove into her pussy, her hands gripping the back of my head, pressing me against her as she gasped her reply, "Dr. Reynolds...gasp... Suggested... We make love first... Remember... Then sex." The significance of those words would only sink in later.

My lips engulfed her clitoris sucking it into my mouth as my tongue gingerly circled and flicked across it, driving her wild with intense pleasure as she writhed beneath me. I love how she moves when the sensations become too intense, and then I relent and proceed more gently eliciting a deep moan of approval. Marissa's responses were very predictable which made me all the more focused on satisfying her hot and wet pussy. Even her clit had moistened, and felt quite engorged. Again I manoeuvred my tongue against her clit, looking to elicit a specific reaction, and her nub responded accordingly. Her engorgement becoming more pronounced I suckled it into my mouth creating a seal around it with my lips as I drew it in massaging it with the tip of my tongue. She gasped repeatedly and put her hands to my shoulders attempting to push me back indicating the sensations were to intense, and then as if involuntarily, her hips bucked up against me, which inspired me to alternate my actions. The seal of my lips over her clitoral nub abated, allowing my tongue to plough down through her moist furrow, to explore every inch of her sex, every crack and crevice. Upon reaching her slick opening I thrust my tongue into her pussy, her lips eagerly sheathing my appendage grappling at my tongue, trying desperately to draw me in. Needing no coaxing I ploughed as deep as possible, mashing my nose tightly to her clitoris as I swirled my tongue about, lapping up her sweet nectar.

Having her taste on my tongue and her wonderful spicy scent in my nostrils enticed me, increasing my arousal as I laid with my dick throbbing between my abdomen and the covers, precum percolating up my urethra as my actions became ravenous - sucking, ploughing and flicking my tongue about.

Marissa maintains a triangular tuft of pubes upon her Mons, which shadows the top of her slit where her clit eventually protrudes once adequately aroused, and it was and did, the remainder of her intimate regions receive a clean shave, and I love running my tongue over the exterior surface of her labia and the intimate crease between thighs and pussy. Running my tongue along those delicate folds, I find the contrast between exterior and interior surfaces something to marvel over, and absolutely love how using my tongue to explore both areas causes Marissa to thrash about beneath me.

Drawing my tongue to the bottom of her slit caused an involuntary thrust of her hips up off the bed, which she followed by applying her hands to the back of my head as my tongue proceeds to massage her perineum. The sound of her gasps and tiny shrill squeaks evidences the significant increase in her arousal, producing a similar affect on me.

The room was filled with the sounds of sex, slurping, cooing and moaning - the rustle of the sheets as Marissa continued to writhe about upon the end of my tongue, her passion and pleasure building - searching for release as I performed my oral talents upon her. Looking up, I watched as her hands shifted from my head, to a breast and the other to the top of her mons taking turns massaging each. I heard a thud or a knock, and stopped briefly to listen, when I heard nothing more I just thought it was Marissa shifting on the bed causing her head to bump against the headboard or something.

Changing up my tactics I returned to her clitoris and as Marissa neared her climax. Her arms shifted, again spreading outward pressing against the mattress as I brought her shoulders up off the bed and then a guttural growl bellowed from her gaping mouth as she was swept up in orgasm. The intensity of her expression appeared almost like a facial grimace until her release is achieved. She gasped and panted her fingers clinched grabbing the sheet in bunches as the onslaught of an intense orgasm gripped her causing every muscle in her body to tense. Her head now slung back, her hair draping down, her flush bosoms rising and falling with her laboured breath, her body convulsing with what I could only imagine as being wave after wave of intense orgasmic pleasure and on the wake of one orgasm another began, each with more intensity than the last.

At the moment my only desire was Marissa's satisfaction, which kept me from relenting. Lapping at her engorged nub, I dug my chin against her - spreading her pussy lips wide as I coaxed her through a shuddering climax, all while my own state of arousal was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. Finally her head came forward, her chin pressing down against her chest, her face contorting as another build of pleasure begged to be released, erupting within seconds of her last and finally causing her to exceed her tolerance of my oral efforts. At that instant her thighs slapped tightly against my head trapping me there while she came off her high.

Knowing that she would need a good stiff cock I patiently waited the few seconds it took before Marissa relaxed her muscles, releasing her grip on me. She was smiling but panting heavily as she lowered her body back to the mattress. With her legs drawn up and spread, I moved up her glistening body until mine hovered over hers. Literally my cock throbbed with anticipation; my pulse was easily detectible, causing copious amounts of precum to dribble from my pee slit, leaving a significant wet spot on the sheets. With my fully engorged cock dragging along Marissa's soft delicate flesh as I manoeuvred into position, each touch sent little reverberations through my loins - testing my restraint and leaving a shimmering trail along her inner thigh.

There is nothing more intoxicating to me than the look of a satisfied woman peering back at me with love and desire. In that moment, following orgasm, I feel there is nothing sexier and took my time to feast my eyes on Marissa's beauty.

While some may consider the missionary position to traditional, it is one I favour. I love the control I have, I love being able to look into Marissa's glazed eye's seeing them filled with desire, to see her changing expressions as our bodies grind and writhe against each other. I love watching as she becomes more and more aroused evidenced not only by her contorting facial muscles, but also by the increasingly flushed tone of her face, neck, and seeing it spread over her shoulders and bosoms. And she was as flush as I had ever seen her. I love wrapping my arms around her, which I did, holding her tightly, savouring the feeling of her breasts mashed between us and to feel her hardening nipples dig into my flesh, it is all very arousing.

I love it when she moves beneath me, shifting until I achieve maximum penetration, how she grows inpatient, asking, no begging me to penetrate her, to put my cock in her stroke her hard and fast. My head swells as I recognize the control I have over her at that instant, intensifying my desires. And when our rhythm synced, her pussy quivering and twitching around my cock, the sensations are powerfully satisfying. With that thought I began lowering my pelvis to hers. The tip of my cock smearing my residue over her fully engorged nub as she reached between us to guide me into her. Holding my position a moment longer, savouring the gentle grip of her hand wrapping around me and how her grip caused my pulse to be exaggerated, knowing that the moistness of her pussy would soon envelop me.

Looking down into Marissa's sultry eyes, I could see and feel her love emanating from within. Seeing her contentment provides me with a certain sense of satisfaction, perhaps benefiting my ego - knowing that I did that.

Lowering my pelvis to hers, she guided the bulbous tip of my cock into her wet sex, separating her enflamed pussy lips, slipping past her entrance and deep into her as she tilted her pelvis receiving my full length. In no time our movements were in sync. The engorged rim of my helmet rippling along her inner pussy walls with every thrust and retraction, producing sensations so intense that I could have easily given up my control, allowing my ejaculate to spew into her at that very second. But recalling words that our therapist had said... ‘Make love and to take your time, think of nothing other than your partner's satisfaction before seeking your own,' such that I kept my resolve, grinding our pelvises together causing the base of my cock to continually stimulate her engorged clit.

"Oh..." Marissa cooed as I filled her with my hardness. "Oh my..." she uttered as she shifted her hips sideways, reaching up wrapping her arms around me pulling our bodies together. "You feel so very hard..." she whispered appreciatively. "And so big," exclaiming her excitement as I began building my rhythm. At first short strokes, this inspired additional utterances to escape Marissa's sensuous lips.

Holding back is not something Marissa is capable of whilst engaged in sex, or in this case lovemaking. She becomes vocal and quite encouraging, as she rides through multiple waves of orgasm. But I must be keen to recognize signs of her fatigue, as once that settles in she reaches her limit quite quickly, making further stimulation an annoyance.

After several small orgasms I noticed the intensity of Marissa's expression, her upper body neck and face were very flush, which I knew to indicate her limit was near. We were in the midst of full thrusting, when her pussy began convulsing with orgasm, I fully impaled her hot sex with my cock and held steady, her pussy lips seemingly grappling at my shaft. Her utterances loud and varied... And then once more - for a second, I thought that I had herd a faint thud like a light knock at the door and a voice. I remained still and listened but Marissa was too far along and wouldn't have it.

"No..." she said with desperation. "Don't stop!" she pleaded. "Please, don't stop. Keep going..." she paused to gasp a breath. "Fuck me," she said nearly begging me.

Not hearing anything else I concluded that it must have been in the next room or my imagination then complying with her request. Marissa held on tightly, nibbling at my neck, spewing utterances and words of encouragement.

"Oh god yes..." she said panting as I continued thrusting into her. "That feels good..." she gasped as she moved in unison.

Again I thought I heard someone calling out, but at this point I was not relenting, not now. A couple minutes later Marissa growled. "I'm coming... Oh yes... God yes... Fuck me!" She demanded, emphasizing the "e" until it trailed off to a whimper. And then as her orgasm peeked, she discontinued her nibbling at my neck, switching to a full on ravenous kiss, it seemed she was trying to consume me orally and vaginally all at once as her heals dug into my buttocks and her hips bucked up against me. My heart raced faster, my pulse coursing through my veins adding girth to my already engorged cock. Despite her pussy flooding with her juices, her inner walls felt tight quivering around my shaft. My desire to please was so intense that I was easily able to refrain from reaching my climax.

After multiple orgasms and a prolonged period of love making Marissa's actions began to slow, her body tiring stroke by wonderful stroke, the grip of her arms loosened until splaying outwards onto the mattress, her gasps changing to short rapid breathing, her hip gyrations came to an end, and the quivering of her pussy subsided, her expression satisfied but tired as I recognized too late that fatigue had set in.

At times my stamina can work against me, and it had again. The rigidity of my erection was no weaker now than when we started. Recognizing Marissa's inability to react I stopped, she was trying to catch her breath, and I pulled out and lay by her side caressing her hot moist flesh.

When my fingers separated her drenched pussy lips, she winced clamping her thighs together indicating that her pussy had been stimulated beyond her limit. Most often when this happens, Marissa needs to rest or take in nourishment of some sort, to reinvigorate her strength.

It had seemed as though we had been making love for hours, although when I looked at the bedside clock I realized much less time had actually passed. And then Marissa asked between breaths, "You know that fantasy of yours?"

"Yeah," I said nodding with nervous excitement.

"Did you hear a knock at the door," She asked with a wicked smile?

"I knew I wasn't imagining it," I blurted, as if vindicating myself.

Then Marissa continued on, reminding me of how we had stayed in this very room once before, and how she had been disappointed.

~ ~

Before I caught on to her intentions, there was a knock at the door. Disgruntled by the previous interruption I hollered out, "Go away". Feigning my anger.

"Maybe its room service," Marissa queried, near breathlessly?

"Couldn't be... We didn't order any."

"Aren't you going to answer it," she asked again.

"Really, he's probably just got the wrong room," I responded without a second thought. But then Marissa persisted, indicating that I should answer the door, making no attempt to cover up. I knew she was exhausted, but apparently not as much as I had thought, causing some suspicion on my part.

My intent was to give whoever was at the door a blast of anger and send them away. As before I hadn't noticed how much the alcohol had reduced our inhibitions, I slid out of bed, grabbing my boxers, but rather than slipping them on, I simply held them over my crotch as I opened the door. Although off to the side and blocked by the door, Marissa still made no attempt to cover as it opened. I asking with a growl, "What the fuck do you want?"

I stood speechless, instantly recognizing room service wasn't room service at all. The would-be bellboy was the younger guy who Marissa had been dancing with earlier. Suspicious thoughts instantly filled my head, ‘How could this be,' I wondered. ‘How could have she planned this so quickly?'

"Surprise!" Marissa announced. I turned and looked at her, she smiling devilishly and making a weak attempt to cover herself with the sheets. I was surprised alright, and unsure of what to make of this, given that Marissa had always resisted when I had ever suggested we invite another guy into our bed. She must have recognized my suspicious look and proceeded to explain.

"Remember the last time we were in this room?" She asked, and while I hadn't forgot I hadn't thought much about it tonight. "You made me believe that you had arranged this, and at the time I wished you had," Marissa explained allowing her words time to sink in. "Well purely by chance, an opportunity presented itself tonight, and I went with it. I hope you don't mind?"

Being somewhat stunned, and in a state of reduced inhibitions already, I really didn't think to object. Marissa's young dance partner had made his way over to the bed and was standing holding a tray representing our mock order of Prosecco and various snacks which we ate and drank while getting to know him a little better, with emphasis on little. He was a university grad, celebrating with a few classmates, one of whom I had already met.

The whole situation was a bit surreal, like I was watching a new reality TV show like "Cougars gone wild", or something like that playing out in my mind. Bill was to be heading off to his first real job come Monday morning, and his friend Rebecca, the one I met at the Lady's room, along with a few others were partying together one last time before heading off in separate directions. Then Marissa asked.

"How did you find our room?"

"Easy, I just waited for your elevator to stop at a floor, you were the only two on it, and then I took the next elevator up," Bill explained as I interrupted.

"Wait, I thought you said he wanted to take you home?" I asked a bit confused.

"I did. But then your wife told me how you have this fantasy about watching her with another guy, just once she said, and since I am leaving Monday, she figured that I'd be the perfect candidate. She said you'd be staying here, which made it pretty easy," he said with shit eating grin.

"So that was your shadow when the elevator door opened earlier?" I concluded out loud.

"Had to get your room number... You know... So I could deliver your room service," Bill stated cheekily.

"Oh fuck, so the attempted blow job was intended to slow us down, to be sure he would find us. Knowing it takes me longer than some young stud would take to recover after cumming. Why didn't you just ask," I said realizing Marissa had a sly side that I had never seen before. Her words, ‘Be careful what you wish for,' seemed appropriate now.

Marissa just smiled, tipped her glass of wine to me then to her lips, putting her head back she inhaled every last drop. While doing so the sheet she had been clinging to fell away from her, exposing her delightfully naked bosom.

As she put her glass down, Bill poured it full again. Marissa then looked at me very seriously and asked, "So you are up for this?" Before I could respond she knelt up on the bed making her way towards me, pulling the sheets from my lap exposing my still prominent erection as she waited for me to reply.

"I guess so," I said with nervous excitement. I mean how could I resist, I had already thought this would be the perfect night for this myself. With that Marissa bent over, grabbing my cock, slipping her mouth over my purplish helmet, swirling her tongue over and around it, forcing the tip of her tongue into my pee slit as if trying to extract the last drop. Even though it was all about living the fantasy, I can't deny having another guy in the room while your wife sucks your cock, would make things a little awkward.

Giving me a few bobs of her head, she then sucked me into her throat bringing the full intensity of my arousal back to where it was before we had been interrupted. She stopped, straightened up and asked, "Uh, where is Rebecca?"

‘What the fuck,' I thought. Before that I didn't think this could get weirder... or more exciting for that matter.

"Down the hall," Bill replied, as he finished undressing and boldly tossed his underwear aside. Grabbing his phone he sent Rebecca a text. A few seconds later another faint knock came to our door, and Bill stood by and casually opened it letting her in.

"Didn't think I was going to have all of the fun did you," Marissa asked looking up at me with a sly grin, and then went back down on me. Taking her remark to imply that Marissa was willing to see me with another woman, I instantly began to imagine what might be her "to taboo to try" idea was. If mine was watching her have sex with another guy, was hers watching me with another woman? It appeared so.

I felt like I should pinch myself, to make sure it was as real as it seemed.

"I bumped into Rebecca as I was leaving and she entering the Lady's room, feeling a little horny and a little drunk I just said what was on my mind. I told her she looked hot, maybe even like a girl who might go for a little adventure." Marissa paused and then bent down playfully sucking my cock back into her mouth. Obviously Dr. Reynolds and the excessive amount of wine had helped to make all of this possible; hopefully there would be no regrets.

Raising her head off my lap, Marissa replaced her lips with her hand as she gently stroked my throbbing rod, while continuing to explain. "Rebecca smiled and said she was the type. So I asked if she had ever done it with a girl, it was yes again, I told her I hadn't but wanted to." Marissa dropped her head back to my lap sucking my cock into her mouth slurping noisily as she slathered more of her saliva on and around it, helping to prevent the shock of her words. ‘Marissa wanting to do it with another woman?' I thought, puzzled at first and having questions, but the idea of it increased my arousal, who was I to complain, I mean really what guy hasn't dreamt of that?

Again Marissa stopped and raised her head to speak. "The little vixen kissed me, which I found really exciting. I proceeded to tell her, how you wanted to watch me be with another guy though. She said not to worry, her friend Bill would be happy to oblige. She pointed him out to me, we danced - she peed and well here we are." And then her head dropped back to my saliva-coated dick as she slid me back into her mouth and once again down her throat, nearly bringing me off in the presence of these two strangers. Had they not have been there I doubt I would have lasted.

"This is your too taboo to try idea?" I asked.

"Yeah kind of..."

Confused I asked, "Kind of?" To me either it was or it wasn't.

"Well remember how I added my own twist to your fantasy, which made it ours. How I'd like to make you watch but without you being able to participate, let alone touch yourself?" She waited for me to make the recollection, when I did I felt weirder but curious just the same, wondering how she'd achieve that. "Don't worry, you'll get yours. But first I get mine, if that's Ok?" Marissa asked in her most sensual tone.

Obviously by now I was up for anything and I just nodded my approval. That's when Rebecca took all four pillows removing them from their pillowcases.

‘Holy fuck,' I thought a little astonished at Rebecca's swiftness. It appeared Marissa shared every detail of our fantasy.

Marissa climbed off the bed grabbed the armchair from the corner of the room and drug it to the middle, positioning it so whoever sat in it, me, had a clear view of the Jacuzzi tub, the large shower enclosure and the bed, motioning me to come and take my seat. With nervous anticipation I did. In no time Rebecca had secured a pillowcase around each of my limbs, tying it snugly - preventing me from standing or from touching myself. Meanwhile someone had started the shower.

After checking the tightness of my bindings, Rebecca stood in front of me and leant over whispering into my ear. "I told you I could be your Babe!" She said naughtily, and then straightened up proceeding to undress. I watched intently as she shuffled out of her short tight skirt, leaving a thong to cover her obviously neatly shaven pussy. She then turned her back to me, as she did I got a glimpse of Marissa on her knees in the shower with Bill's cock in her mouth. Fuck that was more exciting to see than I ever thought; I nearly blew my load right then and there.

"Ooh, looks like you like to watch," Rebecca observed as she grabbed my cock and gave it a gentle twist and stroke. "Be a doll and undo my tie?"

I looked at her thinking, ‘Really and how would I do that?' She was wearing one of those fancied up handkerchief tops, with the top section folded over forming a triangle that hung loosely over the layer covering, which was pulled snug over her breasts and tied in the back. Leaning backwards she crouched enough that I could get the tie between my teeth, when I did she pulled forward while I was biting the end of a tie causing the bow to unravel. With nothing else to hold her top in place, the flimsy material fell way from her exposing her upper body. Again she turned to me, tossing her top to the sofa along with her skirt. My cock lurched and my heart raced. Desperately I wanted to touch, if not Rebecca at least Marissa, but she was busy.

When twenty-four Marissa had very nice breasts for a large C cup, and still at fifty plus, they have held their shape quite nicely. While Rebecca's tits were of similar size they stood proudly without support, almost no sag what so ever.

I wasn't sure what to think quite yet. I couldn't deny wanting to reach out and cup her breasts, and even tried despite my hands being bound to the chair. I had no idea how agonizing this was about to become.

The last vestige of clothing that hid Rebecca's young private bits from view, was peeled away leaving me with a view of a delicious looking - and completely clean shaven pussy. My cock was throbbing so intensely, that I thought I could pop a vein or something, but luckily to no avail.

Rebecca flirted with the idea of pouncing on my cock. I was straining to reach her velvety smooth pussy. But rather than pouncing, she stood to the side of me and swung one leg high over my opposite shoulder hooking her heel on the back of the chair that I was sitting in, and then proceeding to feed her naked pussy to me.

Looking past Rebecca I could see Marissa bent forward, bracing against the glass wall that was facing me while Bill bent down behind her no doubt licking at her slit. She was smiling in a very teasing way, knowing that my agony was about to intensify. Just then I saw her eyelids flutter and fall shut. I was certain that Bill was bringing her to orgasm orally, which inspired me to greedily dig my tongue into Rebecca's sweet pussy.

Her hands swept through my hair, massaging my skull as I enjoyed lapping at her clit and slit. I could feel tremors ripple through her abdomen, which my forehead pressed against. The knee of her supporting leg buckled, forcing her to grab my head tight - abruptly pulling my face against her. Without relenting I stiffened my neck allowing Rebecca to hold on and regain stable footing. Sucking her clit into my mouth I rolled my tongue over and around it rapidly. Feeling her pussy twitch as I performed that action repeatedly then probing her slit with my tongue several times drawing the nectar from her loins. Soon my actions were rewarded with a gush of girl juice spraying against my lips and tongue. ‘Fuck that was awesome,' I thought. I had only made Marissa cum that hard a few times but each time I did it was totally amazing to me. I loved it then and now and wanted to do more, but Rebecca pulled away and joined my Marissa and Bill in the shower.

My head was spinning in delirium. I couldn't quite believe all of this was schemed by Marissa. My eyes watered from the intensity of my arousal, my cock ached and I struggled with my bindings trying to free one of my hands to pleasure myself.

When my eyes finally focused I could see Marissa bent forward, hands braced against the end of the shower, Bill standing directly behind her with his hands on her hips pulling her onto his cock as he thrust forward. Rebecca to my surprise was positioned between each of Marissa and Bill's wide stance, apparently lapping at Marissa's cunt.

‘Fucking awesome' I thought! ‘A porno flick playing out right before my eyes and Marissa is the star and main event.' Yet, I couldn't even touch my dick to provide a little relief.

While I could tell what was going one, I wasn't able to get a good view of Marissa's pussy being licked or spread for that matter. But given the moans and groans I could easily imagine what was happening. Then it occurred to me, I hadn't seen Bill roll on a condom. I panicked, looking around hoping to see an empty package somewhere, but not a trace. Marissa was fucking this guy bareback and loving it.

I couldn't know if I had ever felt such intense panic as I did at that instant, but then I don't know if I had ever felt such intense excitement either. The two sensations occurring at once made me dizzy with lust and desire. I didn't want this guy to cum in my wife's pussy, but on the other hand I wasn't able to force myself to ask them to stop. Then I saw Rebecca's hand extend a single digit and move up behind Bill's balls, I thought, ‘Oh fucking NO!' I could see her hand making a swirling motion and then nudging upward. I loved it when Marissa touched that spot between my ass and scrotum, especially when I was balls-deep inside of her, but I also knew that it removed almost all ability to control my climax. Typically that would make me cum instantaneously, and given the bellowing growl that escaped Bill's mouth that's exactly what was happening to him.

Marissa turned and looked at me with some concern. Maybe concern that she had just been thoroughly fucked and cummed in, or maybe because I had watched as she enjoyed it all. It only took a few seconds for her expression to change as she was swept away with additional pleasure adding to her lust and desires. That's when I noticed that Bill had stepped back pulling his wilting cock from my wife's cunt, cum dripping from the tip as Rebecca proceeded to lick Marissa clean, greedily sucking the cum from her pussy.

Marissa clung to the wall panting as she gasped knowing that the tongue of another woman was probing her pussy. After watching Rebecca cleaning the residue of his ejaculation from my wife's cunt, Bill reached past them to turn off the water and emerged from the shower with Rebecca holding his cock. It took only another moment for Marissa to emerge as well, her face neck and chest beet red from the intensity of her arousal with a string of cum clinging to her pussy lips across to the spot that it was smeared against her inner thigh.

She stopped in front of me, asked if I had like what I had seen, I could not deny it, I had. Then she bent over and whispered her "to taboo to try idea", into my ear. I cringed at her words, yet I felt a major jolt of excitement course through my veins when she asked "Would you like to do that for me before the night is over?"

Not knowing if I could - I simply shrugged my shoulders, now understanding why Marissa had asked Rebecca to join us.

Rebecca had led Bill to the bed and was busily sucking on his cock when Marissa casually proceeded to climb up beside him. He smiled and leaned over and suckled one of her taught nipples drawing it into his mouth, inspiring a low sigh to escape from my wife's lips. Leaning back she braced herself with extended arms as her hands rested on the mattress simultaneously thrusting her chest outward for Bill's devouring. Twisting towards her, his left hand fanned out, covering my wife's right breast, he began to kneading her flesh. His hand slid down her stomach, over the little tuft of pubes that adorned her mons easily sliding two fingers into her sodden cunt. Marissa spread her legs as wide as possible to make sure that I got a good look.

Rebecca, while it appeared like she was enjoying sucking Bill's cock, switched to my wife, who eagerly tilted her pelvis up towards the young woman's face. I loved it, watching the three of them go at it, my cock bulging with such engorgement I thought it looked deformed.

My breathing had become so erratic that I felt light headed. I wanted to be released and to participate in the worst way, but Marissa hadn't indicated she was satisfied yet; I remained silent, trying to control my level of excitement.

What happened next was a bit of a surprise. Rebecca climbed up on top of Marissa and fed her breasts to her, who eagerly suckled one - then the other. A surprise yes, but not shocking. What would surprise me wasn't likely to happen. My attention returned to Bill, whose stamina, now impressed me. No less than ten minutes ago he had spewed his hot spunk into my wife's equally hot pussy, and his vigour had already returned. Spreading Rebecca's legs wide he had affectively lowered her pussy until it came directly in line with the tip of his throbbing cock and then proceeded to fuck Rebecca from behind. I had the perfect view of both of hers and my wife's pussies, and was able to see the smooth nakedness of Rebecca's pussy lips fold inward, yielding to Bill's fat cock as it entered her. Until then, I hadn't made a comparison, but from my vantage point I believed he to be an inch or so longer, but much thicker than I, like a pop can perhaps.

That positioning didn't last long, Bill had switched from stroking his cock into Rebecca's pussy, to working on getting it back into Marissa. But it was something else entirely that my attention was now focused on.

‘Holy fuck,' I remarked with astonishment in my thoughts, caught a little off guard. I couldn't believe what it was Marissa's idea. Rebecca had moved up Marissa's body and was straddling her face, with her smooth shaven pussy just an inch from my wife's lips. I mean really caught off guard. Having seen Rebecca go down on my wife was one thing but seeing my wife do it back was totally different and something that just seconds earlier I had thought - not likely to happen. Although Marissa had made reference to wanting to do it with a girl earlier, I hadn't taken her seriously, mostly based on her previous reactions to such a suggestion. Now here she was with her hands holding onto Rebecca's hips, using them as leverage as she raised her mouth up to the young sweet pussy, her tongue darting upward striking the thick inflamed clit that hung precariously above my wife's mouth. And as I was watching this unfold I realized that the air space between the two women had disappeared. Marissa had hoisted herself up and had her face buried into Rebecca's pussy, noisily and greedily - sucking licking and eating away at the young woman's sweet spot, which I had had the pleasure to taste only minutes earlier.

This was all surreal, like I was watching the most amazing porn movie that I had ever seen, but could this really be happening? My wife being the star of the night was making by cock ach more than I had imagined. I just wanted to stroke it, or to stick it in Marissa's pussy or even Rebecca's for that matter. The fact that I was bound to a chair was starting to piss me off, yet I tried to refrain from complaint as I had fantasized about all of this for years.

From my angle it was difficult to see everything that was going on between the girls. Occasionally I could see my wife's tongue working over Rebecca's slit and clit, but mostly I seen the bottom of her chin flexing and moving as those smooth gleaming wet pussy lips spread over the point of Marissa's chin, all the while I heard her hungrily lapping and savouring her first taste of pussy.

Eventually Rebecca turned around and faced Bill as well as myself. Marissa's only pause was during the switch. It appeared to me, as it would have to anyone, that Marissa was quite accustomed to and enjoyed eating pussy as much as sucking cock or fucking, like a real pro.

It seemed that Rebecca might have added a little extra effort for my benefit, knowing that I was watching every bit of the action. She reached out and sensually embraced Bill wrapping her arms around his neck and running her fingers through his hair while they engaged in a sensual oral exchange, all the while keeping her eyes focused directly on me. Bill didn't miss a beat, or should I say stroke, he just continued grinding his pelvis against my wife's, drilling his fat cock into Marissa's pussy as far as he could.

At one point an eerie quiet came over the room, with only the occasional squelching noise coming from Marissa's wet pussy, intermittent but muffled moans coming from the young couple who continued their embrace for an extended period breaking apart just as Bill thrust forward driving his cock into my wife with great force, his thighs smacking audibly against her buttocks yielding to their collision. He held steady while one of Rebecca's hands dropped to Marissa's clit and began rubbing her nub vigorously, her other arm wrapped around Bill's waist proceeding to pull him tightly against Marissa's pussy.

Almost simultaneous to his final thrust, Bill again let out a guttural growl, which became muffled by Rebecca's lips as she re-engaged him in a ravenous oral embrace. Marissa continued to noisily minister to Rebecca's need, her moans muffled by the juicy cunt that was being forced down upon her lips. With her desire for pleasure percolating in her loins, Rebecca had rose her knees up off the bed, transferring her entire weight to my wife's ravenous mouth. Combined with her potential loss of breath, Marissa's orgasm caused her entire body to thrash.

Finally Rebecca gasped and squealed breaking her bond with Bill as she put her knees back to the bed raising her hips high enough for me to see my wife's gaping mouth as she gasped for breath then pressed her face back to the young lady's smooth pussy and resumed munching away, no doubt with the firmness of her tongue flicking across the young woman's engorged nub. Within a few minutes all three of their orgasm had taken hold and one by one each came down from their intensely orgasmic experience.

My level of discomfort was more than a little painful. My heart was pounding has hard in my chest as my pulse was throbbing in my cock. Not only did the head of my cock feel like it would burst, but my balls too.

After their orgasms subsided Bill and Rebecca fell in a heap onto the bed alongside Marissa. Legs and arms intertwined as they rested, waiting to regain their breath, meanwhile there was no relief for my aching loins.

Before I knew it we had all fallen to sleep, I still bound to the chair.

The morning after...

Several hours passed before I awoke, when I did I wasn't quite sure where I was, my body ached everywhere, my neck and shoulders from being slumped forward, my back ached for the same reasons, my wrists were twisted awkwardly in their bindings, and my thighs and buttocks ached from being in the same position for such a long period. "Oh yeah, I'm tied to a fucking chair," I murmured. With that realization other memories from the night before began to replay through my mind. Looking over to the bed, seeing three distinctive bulges under the covers confirmed what I thought to be vague memories.

Initially I hadn't noticed that my bindings were loose, when I finally tried to move they fell away. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I scanned the room looking for a bottle of water, finding none I began to stretch my legs, arms and straightened up the best I could before standing. After quenching my thirst I stood by the bed looking down at the lumps beneath the covers, my presence undetected. Marissa was nestled up tight to Bill, spooning and Bill's backside to Rebecca, whose arm bulging beneath the covers leading to Bill's crotch.

Rather than addressing the stirring of my arousal, I chose to seek some soothing comfort for my physical aches and my now semi erect cock, which swayed side to side as I turned. The Jacuzzi offered such comfort, but as I slid into the now barely warm water, I opened the drain and turned the tap adding hot water until feeling the warmth, once the level was high enough I then turned on the pump.

I figured the noise should wake everyone in a matter of minutes, but it took at least ten before there was any movement on the bed. A loan masculine arm extended out from under the covers and swathed them away, leaving Marissa & Bill totally exposed. Her back and buttocks pressed tightly against Bill, despite the covers being removed I couldn't tell if there was a deeper connection, or not, from my angle.

Seconds later Marissa stirred; she reached back for the covers but unable to locate them, found Bill's muscular bicep, pulling it forward she wrapped herself in his arm. The sight added to the advance of my arousal, wondering if she'd know who was behind her, or if it even mattered anymore. When Bill's hand began to caress the soft flesh of one of my wife's breasts I knew she'd realise the difference in his touch compared to mine.

Her eyebrows twitched, followed by the flicker of her eyelids, which finally opened. The corners of her mouth tightened forming a sensual smile, Marissa then twisted towards Bill, cocking her neck so that she could see whom she was spooning with.

Propping himself up with his elbow, Bill bent over and met her curiosity by placing his lips to hers. The embrace turned passionate, causing two reactions, one from my twitching loins causing my erection to spring upward, but secondly causing a flutter in my heart, as I was hit with a mild dose of jealousy.

Despite the noise of the Jacuzzi pump neither Bill nor my wife seemed to realize that I was even there, let alone sitting in the water watching. Despite the nervous sensation in my chest I remained silent, I had consented to a lot more than that last night, so I reminded myself that this was a onetime deal and Marissa and I would return to our happy normal life when we were home.

So far Rebecca hadn't as much as budged. I wondered if it had been she who unfastened my bindings; it didn't really matter who did. With exception to my throbbing cock I felt content soothing in the bubbling water. I was sure that if nothing else, I could now at least provide for my own relief.

During that brief moment of distraction Marissa had thrust her buttocks back against Bill's pelvis, he now pushing his upper torso away from her, I too found that to be the optimal angle for penetration -- right angle to each other. Once he positioned himself I noticed a hand spreading Marissa's legs, while proceeding to position his thick hard cock with his other, placing it between and spreading her well-used pussy lips, which I could now see clearly. Seconds later Marissa was pushing back, he thrusting forward, their movements causing the bed to rock and Rebecca to awaken.

"Oh my god, are you two going to fuck all day," she blurted as she rolled over to the edge of the bed, hung her legs over the edge and righted herself? She just sat their quietly for a minute, meanwhile Bill took advantage of the added space and began really pounding his cock into Marissa, whom I could tell was already experiencing the wake of one orgasm while her muscles tensed - preparing for the next one. Any second now she'd pull up her right leg forward raising her knee to her breasts, and in turn - for Bill to remain adequately buried, he would have to roll over on top of her hips, and then pound it into her sideways. Marissa's contorting facial expressions and vocal utterances confirmed the tides of pleasure rising within her.

They were to far gone to interrupt so, I shifted my line of sight focusing on Rebecca, her long brown hair cascading down to the middle of her back, a tousled main between her athletic shoulders. Her torso tapering down to her waist and then flaring out to her fit hips, the dimple at the top of her butt crack peeking above the bunched up covers. As she raised her hands to rub her eyes, I could see the swell of each of her delightful breasts protruding outward from her ribcage.

Once she had rubbed the sleep from her eyes, Rebecca must have recognized the sound of the Jacuzzi and twisted her head around looking for me. She stood on wobbly legs, and once she got her footing, she smiled then began to make her way over. I was a bit mesmerized; watching as her large round perky breasts didn't sway and barely bounced as she moved. The large areolas that crowned her breasts began to tighten extending her nipple to a longer thick nub of flesh that I was eager to fondle. Her body was one of the fittest I had seen on a woman, her abs evident, and the muscles around her thighs and groin quite pronounced yet in a delicate sensual way. The big difference between her and other athletes, I thought, was her large breasts, and perhaps her soft attractive features. Few female athletes are as well endowed.

Her completely bare shaven pussy became the focal point of my gaze, causing me to make a mental note that as soon as I had Marissa home, I'd be shaving the muff of hair off her Mons. I was particularly drawn to the dimple at the top of her vaginal slit, where her clitoral nub protruded, something I didn't remember from the evening before, but found very intriguing now. Instinctively my hand disappeared under the water and took hold of my throbbing cock to begin the process of relief, but her frown and shaking of her head indicated that she wanted me to wait for her arrival. Her stride was slow and methodical, mimicking that of a high fashion runway model, but then for all I knew she was.

Standing over me Rebecca gently placed her hands to the back of my head, with my mouth perfectly aligned with her pussy.

By now it was evident that Marissa was having a very long series of multiple orgasms, she was moaning loudly, and holding onto the edge of the mattress as Bill thrust his cock into her already sodden cunt. Their desires appearing insatiable, I wondered if either would be able to walk afterwards. Yet any sense of jealousy or heavy heart seemed to have dissipated.

Rebecca pressed my face to her, my tongue darting out at her nub, she responded approvingly as I ploughed forward over and past her nub through her slit, thrashing it about then drawing it to a point and flicking as I made my way back to her engorged nub. Rebecca's legs trembled as her fingers tips curled around my skull as she ran them through my hair. She gasped repeatedly, and then she buckled and began her descent, her hands gripping my shoulders to steady herself. My hands came to her aid, grasping her firm buttocks breaking her descent before impaling herself upon me.

Knowing that Marissa had invited Rebecca for her own pleasure I wasn't clear if that gave me permission, yet I felt that it was implied - simply by her presence, if not by the words Marissa had whispered into my ear the evening before. So my slight hesitation was overcome with desire for relief. Slowly and deliberately I lowered her pussy onto me, steadying her body as the tip of my prick nudged her smoothness. She gasped upon contact. I wanted to feel her breasts with my hands, but easily settled for what filled my palms for now. Unable to resist I extended a finger to her perineum and began to gently rub, causing Rebecca to plant her knees against the bottom of the tub and flinch her muscles, while shuddering through a mini orgasm. Yielding to the tip of my dick, her pussy lips separating and engulfing my swollen head.

Being she was now steady by her own support, I moved one of my hands form under Rebecca's buttock, and slid it along the crease of her pussy and thigh until contacting the firmness of her clit. Rolling it with the tip of a finger produced another shuddering orgasm for Rebecca. I drew my other hand around over her thigh exploring the smoothness of her Mon's and puffy pussy lips. Using thumb and index finger I spread them open, peering down at her flower, a beautiful pink orchid. Her clit was harder than I had imagined or remembered from the evening before. Continuing to rub it produced a gush of juices to leek from her pussy and down my cock. She then cooed as she eased herself down. Removing my hands from her sex, I placed them to her hips then pushed her back - held her there for a second - then drug her forward, her clit rippling along the length of my shaft, she quivering and gasping with ecstasy as I did.

After manipulating her upon my cock for a few minutes Rebecca began to rock her hips in unison taking control of her gyrations. She complimented the back and forth motion with tilting of her pelvis, producing an up and down rocking motion. The sensations were near overwhelming for me, and I had to really focus to prevent an early ejaculation.

With Rebecca now in control I was free to use my hands in a different fashion, and eagerly palmed her large plump breasts that naturally stood proud from her chest. As she rose up and descended down my shaft her arms wrapped around my neck and again cupped the back of my head pulling me towards her bosom, which she rubbed over my face. I cocked my neck so I could capture and suckle one of her nipples. Every touch seemed to cause the young vixen to orgasm, first when I inhaled her sex, then massaged her perineum, when I fingered her clit, and again now that I was suckling her nipples. I realized she was one very sexually responsive woman. Once she had fully impaled herself upon my steely cock, her clit rubbing against the base of my cock, her vaginal contractions became more intense, gripping tightly around me, as her sex was flooded with another rush of feminine juices.

I hadn't noticed our audience before now, Rebecca had noticed first and loosened her arms; I turned sideways to catch a breath, only to find Marissa with a leg propped up onto the side of the Jacuzzi with her pussy thrust towards my face. Sure enough there was evidence that Bill had emptied his balls into Marissa one last time, he was in the shower and she standing there with her pussy within range of my tongue. I looked up, she winked puckering her lips as if to confirm her desires.

It was Rebecca who took the first lick of Marissa's sodden pussy. I could see a pearl of cum dribbling from her slit, which indeed was Rebecca's target. She lapped at my wife for well over a minute, causing Marissa's legs to buckle slightly as she enjoyed the pleasures received. When Rebecca pulled away Marissa looked wantonly at me and subtly thrust her pussy towards me indicating her desires once again. At that instant I recall that this was what she had asked me if I could do for her, the night before, at the time I was sure that I couldn't, but now realized that this was truly her "to taboo to try" idea, despite her fantasy including many such activities.

Rebecca leaned into me and moving her lips closely to mine, she said with a convincingly aroused tone, "It's not bad, really." Then pressed her lips to me, extending her tongue, which to my surprise remained coated with the residue dribbling from my wife's pussy. I thought I would gag, but didn't. I even thought I would want to spit, but didn't. Suddenly I wondered what that would make me, and the word cuckold came to mind. ‘A cuckold husband,' I questioned squeamishly in my thoughts? ‘Worse...A cum eating cuckold husband,' and while I wanted to be disgusted and repulsed I was far from it. In fact, when Marissa placed her hand upon my chin and turned my face to her pussy my resistance waned and my mouth opened and clamped tightly around her inflamed flesh, sucking her lips and clit into my mouth while diving my tongue between her fluttering pussy lips.

My indifference to what I was doing disappeared as I turned my focus to pleasing my wife orally, something I have always loved to do, and was doing despite the fact that her pussy had been filled with another man's cum. As I ministered to my wife's needs, my actions seemed to inspire Rebecca's, who was bouncing and grinding herself against me, causing the water to splash over the edges of the tub. I was about to cum, and I'd be spewing shot after shot of hot sticky cum into this young vixen's pussy. Instantly I became worried about the potential consequences. But mostly I wanted it to me Marissa's pussy that received my ejaculate.

Desperately wanting to feel my wife's pussy wrap around my cock, and feel her gyrate upon me as I emptied my balls into her I lifted Rebecca up off of me. She must have suspected my actions, because she had Marissa's hands, which helped her up and then escorted her to the bed laying Rebecca down and climbing up between her legs with Marissa hoisting her hot ass into the air inviting me to take my place.

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Visualizing my wife with her face dug into Rebecca's pussy, licking and lapping at her slit, was as much a turn on for me as anything had been over the last several hours. Although a young fit pussy would have felt divine, I was happy to plough my cock deep into wife's hot sex.

This was much different than how the night had started, but having Marissa gyrate wildly against me was for me a just reward for my patience. With the tension in my loins mounting, nothing was going to keep me from my climax, which only took a few more thrusts to achieve.

With a bellowing growl my cock lurched one last time before spewing my seed deep into Marissa's depths, pulse after delightful pulse shot from the tip of my cock as I held her waist pulling her tightly, she rotating her hips grinding herself against me, muscles tensing, loud moans emanating from her, and then the quivering of her pussy as it contracted in orgasm around my rigid shaft.

A minute later we collapsed onto the bed. Marissa smiled too me and asked, "How did you like that?"

I was so content in the afterglow of our sex that I could only smile back, and then I wrapped my arms tightly around her pulling her bosom to my chest, she nestling her head under my chin and we drifted off to sleep.

When we awoke I was surprised that we were alone, but enjoyed reflecting on the previous night just the same. We hadn't long before check out.

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I hope you enjoyed my story. A short follow up chapter will be published soon. Please feel free to provide comments and/or detailed constructive feedback.

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Changing Tides