This is not Tolstoy or George R. R. Martin; it's a stroke story. Hopefully, it's passably written, but it is by design a stroke story, no more and certainly not less. I hope you like it and rush to tell your friends.
Chapter 2
THE HOTEL ROOM
Mark signed the check with their room number and left a generous tip for the waiter, then stood up and slipped between the girls, his arms slung around their waists as they walked to the elevator. Marcie turned around and noticed the waiter watching them leave and the noticeable bulge in his trousers. She silently wished him a good time with his own wife later that night and smiled lewdly in his direction to help him down that road.
When the elevator doors closed in front of them, Marcie kissed Mark's neck and ear, whispering softly, "I love you baby ... thank you..."
Vivian started nibbling on his other ear, and then both women were kissing along his jawline and neck, pressing their full breasts against his chest, making their way to his mouth where a three-way kiss began before the women veered off to kiss one another again.
He cupped both their asses and Marcie wanted to just melt; to just let him handle them, maneuver them any way, every way, and intuitively knew Vivian did too.
When he opened the door to the room, Vivian looked a little overwhelmed as her large brown eyes darted around the entry that opened into a large room floored in waxed walnut, and centered by a mahogany table hosting a vase of silk roses. A chandelier over it added to the splendor of what was undoubtedly the Honeymoon suite. To the left, blandly pleasant land and seascape paintings filled a white wall; to the right, a seven-step stairway led directly to the master bedroom screened off from the other room by a scrolled iron partition and a deep blue wall with two paintings of nude couples cavorting in a garden above a king-sized bed with rumpled sheets. Vivian also took in towels strewn carelessly over chairs and lingerie and underwear thrown on the floor.
"No room service?" Vivian said with feigned seriousness.
"Oh, they came, they cleaned, and we messed it up after they left," Mark laughed.
"Mmmm, and what's that?" Vivian asked, pointing at one particular pink vibrator among several dildos scattered on the bed and strewn on the floor beside it.
Marcie laughed and said, "It's a toy I use on Mark," She picked it up and showed it to Vivian. "It looks like a regular dildo, but really it's kind of like a strap-on. This part goes inside my pussy," she giggled, pointing at the bulbous end of the toy. "I can feel it rubbing my clit while I fuck him up the ass."
"Probably more than I needed to know," Vivian said with a sideways glance at Mark, who seemed unbothered by the fact she now knew that about his sexual proclivities.
"Here, try it on yourself," Marcie said with a smirk.
Inasmuch as they all knew what lay ahead of them that evening, Vivian accepted the toy. Her eyes widened as she held it in her hands, then brought it between her legs to see what she would look like with a cock. She moved to the mirror by the dresser and turned to the side, admiring how it pointed out.
"I've never worn a strap-on before," she confessed. "But I think maybe I'd like to try one."
The recently wedded couple exchanged a knowing smile. This was going to be very fun. Mark knew his wife would be watching the boutique owner fuck his ass with it at some point that evening. And unknown to Vivian, he was looking forward to it.
He moved closer to Vivian took the toy from her and laid it down on the dresser then brushed the hair from her face and kissed her deeply. The kiss lasted several minutes and had Vivian humping his leg like a dog, revealing just how anxious she was to fuck.
When he broke the kiss, they were on the couch in the suite's living room and their commingled saliva was running out of the corner of her mouth.
"You're some kind of kisser, Mark," she panted.
He responded with a whispered, "I want you to undress Marcie for me, slut. I want to see you both get naked while I stroke my dick."
He sat up and watched as the caliginous-toned woman got up and approached his wife who took her in her arms and embraced her before kissing her passionately.
Vivian's eyes fluttered, but before closing completely, she saw Mark unzip his linen slacks and free his vein-thickened, rock-hard cock. The thought of what she and he would be doing with it filled her mind as their kiss continued and even afterward as she began undressing Marcie; fiddling with the zipper at the back of her evening dress which seemed to catch midway down.
"It does that sometimes," Marcie muttered before returning to their kissing. Vivian fussed with the zipper until coaxing it to grip the track and open fully. The dress slid to the floor and the shop owner took a step back to admire the still pale skin of the woman standing before her.
Realizing what the other woman was thinking, Marcie laughed and said, "I really haven't been at the pool that much and I work nights and sleep days ... so not too much sun yet."
Vivian unhooked the lacy black bra next and tossed it at the rumpled sheets on the bed, only it missed, and the bra clung to the sheet halfway to the floor. But it was Marcie's breasts that interested her far more than the errant brassiere. They fell upon the rumpled bedding as Vivian went at them with a vigor that caught Marcie by surprise. She quickly covered Vivian's hands with her own, showing her how she preferred having her tits roughed up.
Vivian thought Marcie was the sexiest woman she'd ever seen as she lay before her in only a pair of lacy black panties. Her nipples jutted out seemingly begging to be sucked and tweaked.
The Costa Rican hefted the left breast in one hand and its weight surprised her. She groaned and kissed Marcie's throat and collarbone, licking and dragging her teeth along the pale skin, and kneading the flesh of her tits with her hands.
Marcie groaned and pulled the other woman on top of her, then rolled them both over, pinning Vivian's wrists to the mattress, and started licking circles around and underneath a breast lapping closer and closer to the tight little nipple closest to her mouth until capturing it between her teeth and then sucking it hard. Vivian groaned and arched into the hungry mouth.
Marcie sucked even harder, taking more into her mouth; flicking the tip of the nipple with her tongue and causing Vivian to groan with unmistakable pleasure.
"Oh God," They both heard Mark moan from his chair. "Use your teeth, baby ... make it hurt!"
Marcie snickered then gently rolled the nipple between her teeth and Vivian whimpered beneath her only to have Marcie bite down until she moaned from the inflicted pain.
When Marcie relented to some extent, Vivian yelled, NO! I LOVE THAT!"
Marcie caught her breath and looked down at the other woman and said, "Are you certain?"
"More please," Vivian panted. "Please..."
That caused Marcie to have a mini-climax herself, and as she groaned she bit down on Vivian's other nipple and shook her head from side to side while pulling the nipple viciously.
"AHHHHH!"
"Like that? Marcie chortled after releasing the savaged tit from between her teeth.
"Fuck ... now do the other one ... Quick—Quick--Quick!"
Marcie had Vivian's back arching and her head thrown back on the rumpled sheets gasping and whimpering as she feasted on her lovely nips until unable to bear it any longer, she broke free of Marcie and kissed her hard on the mouth, pressing the dusky flesh of her tits against Marcie's very pale but sweaty nipples causing both women to moan with pleasure.
Mark got to his knees at the foot of the bed and slid his hands up both pairs of legs. He laughed when he felt how Marcie had soaked through the lace of her panties. He spread Vivian's legs apart and rubbed her cunt through the black tights with the palm of his hand.
