This is a continuation of the adventures of Raymond and Anastasia (or Nastya for short) with their well-tamed friend Jane. The adventures now deeply involved Jean's husband, Dan, even if he didn't yet realize his level of involvement. He soon will, though, and I hope the end of his day disturbs you a just little. It certainly did Dan and Ray.
As always, you may want to read the preceding chapters first, we had a lot of fun, or since you're already here, you can just jump in and try to catch up. However, if you don't read all of the other chapters soon, I might send Nastya to visit you.
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Jean and Dan arrived promptly at 3:00 PM. They looked around and agreed that it was a beautiful suite: "Much nicer than our room." Dan said, unaware how familiar we were with his.
I started everyone off with a drink from our well-stocked bar.
Not surprisingly, considering the earlier adventures, everyone was in a happy mood. Three of us knew all the gory details behind those moods whereas the birthday boy knew a little and thought no-one knew an important part of his.
Nastya looked amazing. I won't bore you with what she was wearing until the items are being ripped from her body by wild lions or some such. Suffice to say, once again, she was performing at the upper end of her possible age range and that, apart from the perfect body, she looked nothing like Julia, the redheaded housekeeper, who had "secretly" fucked Dan earlier in his interesting day.
Jean also looked beautiful. Dan must have been quite proud of the amount of leg and the breast her dress showcased - even if he was frequently distracted by Nastya's more pointed counterparts. The only thing missing from her outfit, that I was aware of, was her bullet vibrator. Nastya had messed that part up a little but we already had a plan...
"Have you been to the waterfront yet Dan?" Nastya asked him, as if she didn't know the answer. "You can actually see it from up here, the view is amazing!"
She walked him through the open balcony doors to demonstrate. I didn't let Jean follow...
"What do you think of the bedroom for the photoshoot, Jean?" I asked and led her in the opposite direction.
As soon as we were inside I pushed her rather roughly towards the bed and forced her to bend over it. I lifted her dress up over her ass...
"Whose room is this, Jean? I asked sternly, spreading her butt cheeks.
Her pretty ass was enclosed in a pretty blue boyshorts that were probably chosen to avoid any visible surface lines. I pulled them down and off her (long, smooth) legs.
"Um, your room, sir... Your room and Anastasia's?"
"It's not your room, right Jean?"
"No sir, it's not my room."
"But I don't think your vibrator is in there..." further spreading her labia with my hand... "isn't there a rule about wearing your vibrator when you're not in your room, Jean. And you've forgotten on the very first day?"
"Oh!" she said, remembering both the rule and the recent whereabouts of her little torture device. "But... you... but Nastya... took out..."
She was, of course, correct. A few hours earlier, I remembered well, Nastya had pulled the still-buzzing bullet out of her vagina in order for me to fuck her. We'd found it during the clean up of our previous room, cleaned it too and recharged it. The we had devised this little side-plan when we realized she'd have no choice but to break the rule.
"So you're blaming Nastya for your disrespect of her own rule, Jean? What did you do to try and retrieve the item so that you could comply with Miss Nastya's wishes?"
"Uh, no, well, I... we'll you moved... I couldn't... I'm so sorry!" It wasn't actually a bad excuse.
"Well, luckily Nastya has kept it safe for you but I know she's a little disappointed in your level of commitment to such a simple task. Maybe we could just put it back when lunch comes, you know, under the table like you didn't get to try at the coffee shop?"
"No, oh, please, no... Dan..."
"Again with the 'no', Jean? Dan who? Dan who makes innocent little girls suck his penis and fucks chambermaids? You don't want that Dan to see... to know... about your indiscretions?"
"No, please, Ray, I'll do anything else for you..."
"Mmm, I'll certainly hold you to that. But maybe there is a way to make Nastya happy about this. Maybe if, when you found you'd carelessly misplaced the gift she gave you, that you had used some initiative..."
I paused, still playing with her naked ass and exposed pussy. When my fingers dipped inside her - she was deliciously wet once again - my thumb naturally came to rest on her anus. I retreated for a moment and pushed it into her vagina while I pressured and toyed with her clitoris. When it was liberally coated with her juices I returned to the previous position and spread them around and into her asshole. Jean pulled away from me at first but it was half-hearted. Reaching beneath her with my left, I groped her tits through the thin dress and pulled her back to me. Soon she was pushing her ass back of her own accord and with a sudden surrender, my thumb entered her anus.
I let go of her tits and brought my hand to her face, covering her mouth. When I slipped one finger into it she sucked on it eagerly and for the next many seconds she writhed while all of her holes accommodated my digits.
"Mmm, you've such a nice asshole, Jean, I think you like that!" Then, after a pause: "I've got it! You can use the buttplug she gave you!"
The day before at the coffee shop, Anastasia had given Jean a bag of sex toys that we'd purchased as props for our various plans. One of them was a simple and smallish butt plug that she'd chosen on a whim and included because every submissive needs one sometime, right?
I retrieved my fingers and thumb and helped her to her feet.
"I think you should make an excuse to go back to your room and lube up the buttplug she gave you, and put it in this pretty asshole. I think if she sees that she'll be happily surprised and she won't mind so much about the vibrator."
I guess the best part of domination for me is when I see the submissive weigh two depraved alternatives and then choosing the slightly less distressing one eagerly. Jean agreed, my idea was a reasonable solution.
"It's a beautiful day, you won't need any panties this afternoon, Jeanie, leave them here. What kind of bra are you wearing? Show me?"
The balcony outside wrapped completely around our corner suite. It had a solid wall rather than the railings in our previous room. The bedroom blinds were tilted just so that we could see Dan and Nastya right outside our window but they were unlikely to see inside (actually we'd checked). She was standing close to him with her hand resting lightly on his shoulder as she pointed out some landmark in the city below. Jean didn't hesitate but it was a bit of a struggle with the tight upper part of the dress to show her bra as instructed.
I impatiently "helped" her by pulling it up and over her head. She stood before me naked except for a matching, pretty blue matching bra-top-thing that provided her some Soccer Mom decency while not spoiling the view of her ample cleavage.
"I think it's too hot for a bra too. Take it off and leave it here. Then you'd better get going before Nastya gets around to asking about your vibrator."
Now she stood before me naked once again and I put my hand on her shoulder to stop her from scuttling back into the dress. I took a nice luxurious look at her body. Really a softy at heart, I kissed her gently on the lips:
"Good girl, Jean, very nice indeed."
And with that I walked out of the room and onto the balcony.
"Jean agrees that the bedroom would be good for photos, honey," I said as I rejoined the others, "Shall we order lunch before we think about that, though?" And I directed them inside.
Jean joined us a moment later, looking relatively relaxed but, i felt, with a nice extra bounce in her bosom. She spoke to her distracted husband:
"I just realized that I forgot something in my room, order something light for me, Dan, you know what I like, and I'll be back in a minute... may I have the door key?"
He handed her the card, she left, and we placed everyone's order by phone.
We sat on stools at the room's cute little bar. Dan, Nasty, myself in that order, the free chair to my right. I sipped my vodka, Nastya her cocktail, and Dan seemed to be enjoying his second Whisky-Viagra-Soda on The Rocks. The rocks and the powdered Viagra were a liberty I had taken without instructions to the contrary. Had he specified: "No ice" and/or: "No Viagra" I would never have abused my position as his host. Much.
About ten minutes later there was a feminine knock at the door. I left Dan and Nastya at the bar and went to answer it. The door was at the end of a short vestibule, around a corner, and out of their line of sight. I opened it but not enough for Jean to enter.
Innocently: "Hi Jean, You got what you needed?"
She nodded shyly and I added in a quieter voice: "Show me..."
But this time she hesitated...
"Show me properly - for a count of ten - or I'll make it twenty!"
As show me she did: bare assed, cheeks spread, correct hole plugged. It was a very pretty sight out there in the public (but empty) corridor. Had I had as much Viagra as Dan I'd be splitting my pants, I reflected.
"Very good. Very nice. Good girl." I said smilingly and stood back to let her enter the suite.
With Jean sitting beside me we returned to our drinks and a nice conversation. It did seem, however, that neither Dan nor Jean seemed completely comfortable on their barstools. One seemed to have a problem "adjusting himself" and the other seemed to have trouble sitting on the hard surface. It was delightful!
We adjourned to the dining area when the food was delivered and set up. Nastya had assisted, charmed, and tipped the server - incidentally the same young room service guy that had delivered Dan's birthday breakfast, way back, at the start of today. The food was light and delicious, the drinks and conversation flowed, but Anastasia and I were on our best behavior and our awkward questions and mischievous innuendae were kept to a minimum. As always, we seamlessly avoided giving very much information about ourselves. By 4:30 PM we were finished and beginning to discuss the developing evening light quality and its suitability for photography.
