[If you read Chapters 1, 2 and 3 you know there is some BDSM, and that the story isn't all about pain. This tale is about the lives of these three people and how they make their unusual relationship work. In my experience every unusual relationship is not only unusual but somewhat unique as well. Relationship seldom fit into one category. You will find some explicit sex in this story, including coitus, anal play, oral, woman-woman and a few little changes to the ordinary. Some bondage, some ass smacking, pussy slapping, physical domination and exhibitionism as well.]
"Hey! It's lunch time." I said. "Here is what I want each of you to do. Go to the office or a housekeeping person and get a small trash bag. While we eat lunch each of you go to your rooms separately and take one thing from your spouse's suitcase that you don't like. It may be a color you don't think looks good on them, it doesn't fit well, it's old. Whatever. Put it in the bag and bring it back here. Don't look in your own suitcase to see what was taken. Don't talk about it. Just bring it back here. Deal?"
They looked at each other and agreed. We all went to lunch. At our table Sarah said, "We don't need to go to our room."
"No. We already know Nick likes everything we own."
"What about my suitcase?" I asked.
"You like it all. In that case, I like it too."
"Can Angie say that?"
"No. She is Franklyn's wife. We are more."
"Different. Between us, I agree you are much more than a wife. For them we are just different. I doubt seriously we will ever touch with these friends the true depth of our us."
"Honey," Cheryl looked down in the first sub pose I had seen since we left L.A. "I am grateful for this conversation with our friends. I am learning a lot about us and why I am so happy."
"Me too. Talking about relationships helps get clarity, if we are willing to go deep and be bare."
I reached under Cheryl's towel and said, "May I have a taste?"
"Of course, Honey. Anytime."
I tasted her and then Sarah. "If they could put that on the salad it would be the best salad ever."
Cheryl thought for a few seconds and said, "I would like to try that. Can we get a side salad?"
"Try what?" Sarah asked.
"Getting enough of our juices to dress a salad for Nick to eat."
"And, how are we going to do that?"
"Get a side salad and meet me back at the lounges. With your permission, Nick."
I smiled and said, "I am so hungry for a Cheryl Sarah salad I can't wait to taste it."
Sarah went to the kitchen and Cheryl took a glass and headed for the lounges. Mike came in with his bag, followed two minutes later by Angie and Sue and their bags. Franklyn followed a minute or so later. All the bags were put by my chair. Lunch was served and I said I was waiting for Cheryl and Sarah.
My table mates finished their salads and their main course was delivered. Sarah walked in the Cheryl right behind her carrying the salad. She put it in front of me and said, "Honey, can we feed you this salad? I think you will like it."
Sarah and Cheryl each picked up a folk and speared a piece of the salad. I saw the juices on the salad and knew they had done the job. There was lots of juice.
I took the first bite from Cheryl. It tasted wonderfully. The juice I tasted was Cheryl's. The next bite was from Sarah's fork and it was Sarah's juices.
"Thank you both. You each did a great job of making the salad truly unique. I love it and both of you."
Sue looked at us and said, "What's so special about that salad?"
Sarah said, "Did you have a salad?"
"Yes."
"What dressing did you have on it?"
"Italian."
"Nick's salad has Cheryl and Sarah on it."
"What?" Mike asked.
"Sarah and I took a bare salad out and we dripped our pussy juices on it."
"Bullshit!" Sue said. "No one has that much juice!"
"If I tease your g-spot you can cover a salad."
"Is that real?" Franklyn asked.
"I read it was a made up story."
Sarah said, slowly, "The person who said the g-spot didn't exist, never met my fingers."
Cheryl nodded and said, "Or Nick's."
Mike leaned towards me and asked, "Can I have a taste, please."
"Yes. I won't identify which lady seasoned the bite you get, but I can tell you, I know."
Sue watched as Mike's fork speared a piece of lettuce and he popped it into his mouth. He chewed a few times and said, "Sweetheart, I want you to learn how to do that. That is the best salad I've ever tasted."
"Pervert!" was Sue's smiling response.
I took another bite and kissed Cheryl. She smiled and said, "Hmmm. Thank you Nick and Sarah."
Angie stood up and walked over to me. "I can't stand it! May I have a taste? Please?"
I handed her a fork. She speared a small tomato, looked at the juices covering it and popped it in her mouth. After she chewed it a couple of times I motioned her to lean down. I whispered in her ear, "You just ate Cheryl's pussy. Isn't it delicious?"
She stood up and looked shocked, she smiled and said, "I could get to really like that."
"What did Nick say?"
"Ask him."
"I'll tell you after you take a bite." I passed the salad around and each person took a bite, including Sarah and Cheryl. The plate had one bite left when I got it back.
"What I said was, "You just ate Cheryl's pussy. Isn't it delicious?"
"Yes!" was the answer. We ate dessert and made jokes about what could be done with crem brule. I collected all the bags and headed back to our lounges. I sat and asked Sarah to hand me one bag.
"Here is what I want you to notice as I open the bags. Your thinking. It will jump to, "He doesn't like that?" Why?" You might think, "I'm not surprised she has hated that for years." Just notice. Don't say anything."
I pulled out a yellow bikini. Everyone laughed. I passed it to Sue. I opened the next bag and pulled out a Grateful Dead Tour t-shirt. Mike groaned. I passed it to him. Next was a pair of large panties. Angie turned three different colors and I passed the panties to her. Last was a Hawaiian shirt in yellow and purple. It hurt my eyes to look at it. I passed it to Franklyn.
I leaned to Sarah and whispered, "Please find a trash can and bring it here." She disappeared to do it. I leaned to Cheryl and said, "Please go to the lobby and bring a manager to me and have him bring some matches." She kissed my cheek and was gone.
"Hold up the item. Look at it. Ask yourself this question: Which is more important to me my spouse's happiness or this? Now, look at your spouse. Don't speak."
Sarah set a trash can in front of me. It was a five gallon metal bucket pained white. I saw Cheryl leading a man in whites towards us.
"Don't move." I got up and met Cheryl and the manager before they got too close.
"Sir, I would like your permission to buy that trashcan. I would also like permission to start a fire in it."