Tim stepped out of the shower, eager for Jen to get back to the room. He may have just shot the worst round of golf in his life, but he couldn't get the images Mickey had shared with him out of his head. His dick had been hard since before they made the turn and he needed relief badly. He had resisted the temptation to jerk off in the shower, preferring to wait for his wife and her recently discovered sexual appetite.
He was tying his robe when he heard the door. Tossing a couple of small bags on the bed, Jen immediately disappeared into the bathroom.
"Um. Hi? Everything OK?"
"Yeah. Fine. I just... I just need a minute."
"OK. Sure. Need anything?" There was a long silence from the bathroom. Long enough that Tim decided he probably wasn't going to be getting that relief he was hoping for. He picked up one of the bags on the bed as he waited for an answer.
"Do you think you could go find a glass of wine or something?"
"Or something?" he asked, as he pulled a small piece of turquoise fabric from the bag.
"Wine, please. I just want to relax for a few minutes."
As Tim considered the tiny bikini top he held in his hand, relaxing was the last thing we wanted to do.
"Sure. I'll be right back."
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"Take your time," Jen replied to no one in particular. The door had already closed and Tim was off to accomplish his mission. Honestly, she didn't even want the wine. She just wanted the moment to compose herself. Though a glass of wine might help with that, she reasoned.
It was hard to process what she had just witnessed; and harder yet to process Kate's words. How is it possible that a married woman could do that with two strangers, and that her husband might be aroused by it? Tim, she knew, would be furious. Of course, it would never come to that. She couldn't imagine herself ever cheating on him. And certainly not with two men -- at the same time!
Her mind was instantly filled with an image of them. She could see them looking at her as she stood, exposed, in the doorway of the dressing room. As quickly as the image came she could feel her body responding to the thought. Looking in the mirror she saw that her nipples had hardened again -- just at the very idea of them looking at her. Kate was right. She did like the attention, though she could hardly allow herself to admit it.
She thought of them again, coming out of the back room with their sheepish smiles. Embarrassed, but only to a degree. There was a look in their eyes. A look of achievement. Satisfaction. And maybe even a slight hint of invitation to her, the surprised and innocent mid-western housewife who had never broken a rule in her life.
With an impulse she barely understood, Jen opened the door, glanced toward the window, and reached for the bag on the bed. Retreating to the bathroom she pulled out the tiny white suit. Within a minute it was on and she was adding an appropriate touch of makeup when she heard Tim returning to the room. As soon as he had closed the door and stepped into the bedroom area she slipped out right behind him. As he turned, she took the glasses from his hands and placed them on the dresser.
Tim's eyes widened at the site of his nearly naked wife. Before he could utter a word, she dropped to her knees, opening his robe and reaching for his stiffening cock. She kissed the head gently before suddenly engulfing it in her warm, wet mouth. She wanted to feel him getting hard at her touch. She pulled him close, pushing her lips to the base of his shaft, then releasing ever so slightly as she cupped his balls. Soon she had a rhythm, it was long and steady and purposeful. As he got harder she could feel her wetness increasing. At a point, she slipped her hand between her legs and found her juices warmly drifting down her thigh. She kept her eyes closed, wanting only to enjoy the sensations between her lips and her thighs.
Suddenly an image appeared. She hadn't called for it. She wasn't even fully conscious of the fact that she wanted to see it. Yet, there it was. The image of that clerk, the one who had been so close to her. The one who had been rearranging his pants as he left the back room. Somehow, he was there. Somehow, it was his dick in her mouth. Somehow, that made her even hornier. On one level she was ashamed of how her body was so aggressively responding to a thought she should have never had. But she didn't care. At that moment, she just wanted to taste him, or Tim, or whatever it was that was in her mouth, growing harder and oozing pre-cum with every stroke.
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Tim had enjoyed sex with his wife hundreds of times. He had seen her without clothes a thousand times. But he had never seen her dressed like this. Two tiny strips of gauze-like fabric barely hid her nipples as her tight breasts pushed out from both sides. The narrow patch of fabric between her legs wasn't even wide enough to cover the narrow strip of hair that she had trimmed so carefully. He hardly had a chance to take it all in when suddenly she was on her knees trying her best to suck the head off the top of his cock. She seemed hungry for it. As though she were being driven by some motivation he had never seen in her.
It had never really felt like this before. Honestly, she had rarely ever given him head. Oh, there was always a little, just to help him get ready for "the main act." And occasionally, when it was "sensible" he would finish in her mouth to avoid cleaning up, as they had done at the roadside stand. But oral sex, like this? Never. And today he needed it. After imagining Kate, and those big tits, in the hot tub, on her knees sucking Mickey, watching other couples and God only knows what else, he needed Jen's attention. In fact, even as she blew him like she never had before, he found that his mind kept wandering.
Those images, and that sensation, pushed him toward the edge. It was only as he was nearing his orgasm that he realized that the curtain was open again. And people were walking by. Slowly. That thought was enough to finish him. He felt the pulses beginning and soon he erupted from somewhere deep in his core. Jen never flinched. She continued to suck with that same deep and even rhythm, squeezing his sack as he spurted his seed down the back of her throat.
Jen only slowed slightly when he came. She continued to suck as though she were trying to drain more from him. Then she began to lick the shaft and tease the opening of his prick, as though she were looking for hidden drops of his load. As he slowly returned to his senses, he leaned forward to pull her up, but she resisted, content to continue her oral attention to his slowly softening penis.
"Babe, the curtains. You need to stop. At least let me close the curtain."
She barely seemed to notice his urgency. "Uh uh," she mumbled between strokes. "Let them watch if they want. I don't care."
