(This is my thirty-third story about the sexual journey of one woman)
I slide the large glass doors open and walk out onto the terrace of the villa. The late afternoon breeze is balmy, the sun still shining warm in a bright blue sky. Puffy white clouds scud slowly overhead, and the leaves in the trees shimmer. Gentle waves lap onto the sand in the distance. The air smells of sea salt. There is another fragrance as well, the scent of a flower I can't identify. I breathe deeply, reveling in this perfect moment.
Most beachgoers have left, but there are still people on blankets and under umbrellas enjoying what's left of the daylight. I squint and eye those that remain, searching. It takes a moment, but then someone stands and turns towards me. I raise my hand in a prearranged signal, then turn and walk back into the villa, leaving the doors open. My husband lies on the bed, his wrists cuffed to the headboard, wearing only his favorite black boxers. I give him my brightest smile.
"Are you ready for your surprise?"
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A month ago, we sat at our kitchen table discussing the upcoming holidays and deciding on gifts and possible travel plans. I was still feeling vaguely guilty about my visit to the bondage club months before. My husband had made me promise not to seek out sex with strangers unless he was there to ensure my safety, and he had been out of town on business. The club had been a safe and controlled space, yet still I had never told him about it. Then it occurred to me that I could, perhaps, assuage my guilt by giving him a holiday gift, even if it ended up being belated. They say experiences are more memorable than things, and this would be more than memorable. I went to the website to make arrangements, then booked the villa for a long weekend after the start of the new year.
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Now, my husband gazes at me expectantly. I'm pretty sure he just expects me to tease and fuck him, and I smile demurely. Then he looks past me as I stand in the doorway, and his eyes open wide. When I turn, two spectacular creatures are walking up the path from the beach to our terrace. The taller girl is lithe and lean with lustrous, long brown hair. Her swimsuit is not much more than a string, widening out slightly only over her nipples and between her legs. Her large dark eyes sparkle as she glances at me, then looks at my husband on the bed.
"This should be fun," she murmurs, a small smile playing across her lips.
The second girl comes up next to us. Her curly blond hair is shorter and has tinges of purple, framing her heart-shaped face. Her body is a symphony of curves, her full breasts filling the skimpy bikini top, her ass uncovered by the thong between her legs. An unidentifiable tattoo adorns her hip. She has deep blue eyes, almost violet, and they quickly land on my husband lying in front of us. She grins wickedly, then looks at me.
I glance at my husband, bound to the bed. His eyes take in the two nearly naked girls staring down at him, and his boxers are tenting. I turn to the girls.
"He's all yours. I'll be over here if you need me." There is just a hint of sarcasm in my voice.
I move to the couch opposite the bed, the slip dress I'm wearing baring my legs as I tuck them under me. I glance down at my bag of toys on the floor nearby, then settle in to watch the show, already feeling the dampness between by legs. The girls stand on either side of the bed, taking their time, their eyes moving slowly over the trim, muscled body of my husband. The pillows raise his head so that he can see everything they will do to him. He glances quickly at me, then shifts his gaze intently back and forth between them.
The long-haired girl sits first and absently traces her finger around his chest hairs, lightly pinching his nipples. They stare at each other. The blond sits and strokes the inside of his leg. His legs are untied, but he manages to say still under her touch. The girls glance at each other, then together they slide their hands underneath his boxers. He squirms and moans as their fingers meet at his already swollen cock. The girls exchange a look and smile.
"Let's see what's in here."
They both stand together and slide my husband's shorts down over his legs. We all stare as his cock stands at attention. He squirms again, raising his knees. The girls glance at me, then pull his legs apart and secure his ankles to the corner of the bed with the ropes I have already tied there. They take a moment to ogle his spread body, then take their places again on each side of him. They run their fingers over him, his legs, his arms, his chest and stomach. When they graze his erect shaft and tight balls, he moans softly again, pushing his hips up, silently begging for more. They grin, then grant his wish.
Before he knows it, both of their mouths are on his pulsing cock. They kiss and lick and suck his hard member, causing him to groan loudly, his body moving under them. The brown-haired girl squeezes the base while the blond takes him fully into her mouth, then they switch positions. Now his groans fill the room, his cock rock hard and throbbing, his eyes squeezed shut at the overload of pleasure. When the blond girl catches my eye, I reach into my bag, pull out a short cord and hold it out to her. She comes off the bed and takes it from me, then returns to my husband with a big smile.
"I wonder what we can do with this."