Mickey And Kate Ch 07

They fucked every day for the next three months. Often twice a day. The only break in their streak happened on a Thursday when Mickey spent a long night at the hospital with a dying wife and a grieving husband.

They fucked twice that Friday.

It was somewhere around that break that there was a slight change in the routine. From the day they got home from Jamaica until that long night at the hospital, every session included a recap of what they had heard, seen, and done on the patio. They remembered and relived every second, every impulse, and every image that they had stored in their respective memories. And with each passing week, they admitted a little more to themselves and each other how much it turned them on. With time, the words and phrases began to change. "Remember when he...?" and "Did you see her...?" and "I wonder what they...?" began to shift.

"What if they were peeking at us... like we had been looking at them the night before?" Kate's question came in short bursts.

Micky was pounding her from behind, as she stood at the foot of their bed, leaning over just like she had that night on the patio. Mickey's dick felt as long as it did that night, as they fucked their way through their memory. Her off-script question caught him off guard. t!

"What?" he grunted, slowing his pace slightly. "What do you mean?"

Kate slid off of his dick and spun to sit on the bed. She took his cock into her hand and began to stroke it. Her thick juices provided a perfect lubricant. She stared at it as she spoke.

"Just imagine them over there," she jerked her head toward the corner. "Just like we were, peeking, watching you do that to me."

Mickey glanced involuntarily past the overstuffed chair, imagining the patio layout. He looked at his wife, focused on his cock, her hair tussled, her breasts swaying as she jerked him closer to an orgasm.

"Would you have done that? Would you have stroked me like that while they watched?"

Kate opened her mouth and took him as deep as he ever remembered being, then she closed her lips and slowly sucked her way back to the tip. His purple head popped out from between her lips and she simply smiled at him

For two solid weeks, they fantasized together about what might have happened if they had been seen, or if Kate had been braver that day on the beach when she wanted to touch herself.

Later, their fantasies moved to new locations.

"Can you imagine them now?" he asked?

Mickey was pumping his dick deep into his wife's wet cunt, her legs spread wide, her hands on his ass coaxing him deeper. Her big tits squeezed between them. Missionary position could be so underrated.

"Where?" She gasped.

"Outside the window." His reply was rhythmic, matching his thrusts. "Three of them. Their view is perfect, seeing my cock spread you wide."

He could feel her pussy clench around his cock as she came at the thought of being that exposed to three strangers. He was quick to follow, filling her with another load.

As they planned their return to Jamaica the following year, the fantasies continued to grow: Kate wearing sexy clothes in public. Kate exposed "accidentally". Kate touching herself while someone looked. Mickey fucking Kate with an audience - sometimes seen, sometimes hidden.

By the time they boarded the jet the following year, the sexual anticipation was nearly at a boiling point. Mickey seriously considered what it might take to get her into the small bathroom on the plane to fuck her somewhere over the ocean. His better judgment prevailed.

"So when do I get to see?" Kate snuggled close wrapping her arm around his after the flight attendant finished the safety demonstration.

"See what?" Mickey did a poor job of acting like he didn't understand the question.

"The stuff in that other suitcase." Kate leaned in and lowered her voice as she spoke. "I'm going crazy trying to figure out what you have in there. I know it's something fun. And naughty." She dropped her voice even more.

"You have to be patient just a little longer." He smiled.

The flight, arrival, and trip to the hotel went flawlessly. Mickey was even able to arrange to get the same room they had the year before. After the porter left, he went to the patio to open the large gate that gave them the view of the beach. It had occurred to them at some point over the year that they hadn't taken advantage of that feature during their first visit.

Kate was stepping out of the restroom when he walked back inside.

"That's nice," she smiled. "Such a perfect view!"

"It's not as good as this one," Mickey said as he crossed the room toward her. And he wasn't exaggerating. Kate looked beautiful, even in her simple travel clothes; light tan pants and a deep blue blouse that brought out her eyes. Her makeup was simple, but she didn't need much. Her light brown hair was stylish, fairly short, and swept away from her face. He was a lucky man.

"You're going to make me blush." She protested lightly.

"Hopefully more than that before we're done."

"Promises, promises!" She wrapped her arms over his shoulders and met him with a passionate kiss.

"Careful," he teased. "Someone might see us!"

He pulled his wife close, tugging at her slim waist, slipping a tongue between her lips, and enjoying the sensation of her full breasts pushing into his chest.

"I thought you wanted that," Kate whispered. She could feel his hardening shaft pressing against her pubic bone.

"I do. Ready for me to open that suitcase?"

"Yes," she squealed.

"Go into the bathroom and take off your clothes. I have something for you to put on for the hot tub"

"Aww," she pretended to pout. "I was hoping that we were going to the fun beach."

"We will," he promised, "but right now I want you all to myself. Now go take your clothes off."

It was subtle. But there was something about the way he uttered that last phrase that sent a chill through Kate as she stepped back into the bathroom. Or maybe it was just the fact that they were only a few feet away from the spot where they heard and watched another husband tell his wife what to do. Whatever it was, it caused her heart to race as she unbuttoned her blouse, revealing the sexy blue bra she had bought specifically for the trip. She caught a glimpse of it in the mirror as she bent over to pull her pants down her legs. She was reminded of her hopeful expectations for the week. That caused her heart to find another gear and sent a pulse through her pussy.

There was a quick rap on the door before it cracked open and Mickey's hand and wrist appeared, holding a delicately wrapped package. He shook it, as though he needed to get her attention.

She tore at the paper quickly, excited to see what Mickey might have planned. A bit of fabric tumbled through her fingers and hit the floor. She looked at the tiny fragment of black and quickly realized what it was. She dug a finger into the packet and pulled out the other piece: two tiny triangles held together by simple bits of black string. She knew immediately that they wouldn't be big enough to cover her breasts properly, but if this was what Mickey wanted she was certainly game.

She watched herself in the mirror as she reached behind her back, trying to tie a knot. Her big boobs thrust outward toward the mirror as she did. It took a minute for her to realize that it was easier to put it on "backward", tie the knot, then spin it into place. She pulled the other two strings behind her neck and tied them off. The triangles slid back and forth on the strings, allowing her to adjust the fit. Her breasts pushed out of all three sides.

The panties were no better.

"Um, I'm going to need my small bag" she yelled through the door.

"The small suitcase?" Mickey answered?

"No. My makeup kit in the big case."

A minute later the door cracked open again, and Mickey's forearm appeared holding her small case once again. "This one?"

"That's it. I need to do something before I can put this on," she explained.

"You like it?"

"Mmm... Probably not as much as you, but yeah," she laughed. "I like it."

"I'll be in the tub."

It took a few minutes before she was trimmed enough to wear the tiny bottoms of the bathing suit. She had actually shaved a good bit of her mound before they left. But the thin strip of fabric covered almost nothing and required some extra attention.

"Oh, Kate!" Micky growled when she stepped into the bright sunlight. "You look more amazing than I expected. And I was expecting a lot."

Kate could feel the tiny bits of her swimsuit rubbing her; her tits bouncing, and her freshly trimmed pussy was especially sensitive both to the fabric and the warm air. She was surprised at how aroused she was becoming, just by walking to the hot tub. She glanced beyond the open gate, down the slope to the beach where she could see other hotel guests. Mickey's head turned instinctively to see if someone was close enough to see his wife. They were both disappointed to realize that no one was.

The water felt good on her skin, and the bubbles teased her as she made her way toward Mickey. She stood in front of him for a moment, allowing him to soak in the view.

"You like it?" she purred.

He nodded and reached for her.

"Not yet!" she smiled as she quickly stepped back, out of his reach. "You'd better get a good look. I can't wear this at home. So let's make it last."

She looked down at her chest and toyed with the fabric on her left breast, moving it slightly to her left.

"Is that better?" Then after tugging it back toward her cleavage, she asked, "Or like that?"

Mickey grinned, seemingly unable to speak. He watched her tease him, "adjusting" the tiny triangles one way, then the other. She even slid them up, letting him see more of the bottom of her impressive tits.

"I think you should wear it to the beach." he finally said.

"Oh, I could never!

"Why not?" he reasoned. "You showed more than that last year.

Kate felt herself blush, though she wasn't sure why.

I suppose that's true," she admitted.

"I saw it. I know it's true. Come here."

Kate eased toward her husband, sitting on his lap. He pulled her close and kissed her, tasting her lip balm, and inhaling the smell of her perfume mixed with the clean smell of the hot tub. He could feel her melting into him.

Kate felt him, too. Under her thigh. He was already hard and from the minute she felt it she wanted it.

"Fuck me," she whispered.

The word surprised him even more than her eagerness. He started to ask her how she wanted to do it when he felt her rise off of him and tug at his trunks.

"Here? Right now?" He felt himself get harder than he already was.

She simply nodded in response, taking only a moment to straddle him and, sliding the tiny fabric away from her slit, impaling herself on his erection.

"Ooh", she shuddered. "Yeah, here. Now."

He could feel her slickness even under the swirling water of the tub. She seemed to be coming, her body trembling, though she said nothing. Suddenly, she stopped moving and drew a long breath. She pulled her head far enough away from him to look him straight in the eye.

The smile grew slowly, and the look in her eye turned mischievous.

"Is there anything you might want to see?" she asked, glancing down at her chest, then looking him in the eye again. "Anything you might want me to do?" She ground slowly into his prick while she toyed with him.

He nodded slowly. "Yes, as a matter of fact. Take off your top. I want to see your tits."

She feigned innocence, her eyes growing wide. "Really?" she exaggerated the word. "Right here? Now? What if someone should see?" She looked toward the beach, knowing perfectly well that anyone down there was too far away to get a look. And no one ever seemed to walk across that grass.

"Let them see. They're worth looking at." His tone turned slightly more serious. "Now take it off."

She took her time, still grinding her hips enjoying the feeling of his long cock buried in her. She untied the knot behind her back, then slowly lifted the suit off her head, tossing it toward the glass door.

"Let me see them," Mickey instructed. Hold them up."

She cupped her hands, placing one large breast in each palm, then lifting them slightly out of the water. She could feel her juices beginning to trickle out of her, lubricating Mickey's cock. She pinched the dark pink nipples between the manicured nails of her thumbs and forefingers, sending a burst directly to her clit.

Mickey smiled as he saw the result. Cupping his wife's ass cheeks, he pushed himself into her, eliciting a sexy chirp from her as he did. He glanced to his right, toward the beach, knowing that even if someone had looked toward their patio, they would have been too far away to know what the couple was up to, as much as he hoped otherwise.

He turned his attention back to Kate, who was happily tugging her nipples toward another orgasm. He slid his hand between them, rubbing his palm down her flat belly until his thumb reached the top of her newly trimmed slit. He stopped there, pressing her skin with his thumb, then drawing it upward, pulling her slit tight, squeezing her clit between her swollen lips.

She came instantly, throwing her head back. She grabbed his shoulders to keep from falling backward into the water, then pulled herself close to him. Now bouncing harder she extended her orgasm, squeezing her puss around his shaft until she felt him unload inside of her. She continued her ride, slowing bit by bit, until they both were spent.

Kate couldn't help but wonder what Mickey had planned next. Mickey couldn't wait until dinner. They both decided that a nap was probably in order after an early morning departure and the day of travel.

Two hours later Kate woke to the sound of running water in the shower. It took her a minute to realize where she was, but the memories came quickly. She reached between her legs and realized that she was still aroused. Her fingers delicately probed her opening, brushing her clit softly. It purred under her touch. She pushed the sheet back and looked down her long frame. The cool air added to her arousal and her nipples stiffened as she watched. She heard the water stop running as she slid her hands up her ribs and felt her breasts. She wondered if Mickey wanted any company.

Suddenly the bathroom door opened and Mickey appeared, nude, drying his hair with the towel. Her eyes fell immediately to his penis. It seemed to be in a semi-hard state.

"Care to join me?" she asked. Her voice was silky.

"As good as that sounds, I've made a dinner reservation for us, so you need to start getting ready."

She was surprised at the frankness of his tone. All business. It seemed out of place, given the circumstances. Or at least not in sync with what she was feeling. She started to ask him if he was upset, but he spoke again before she could.

"You'll find everything laid out in the bathroom."

He stepped to the mirror over the dresser and turned his attention to his hair.

Kate held her question and went into the bathroom where she found a pink envelope with the single letter "K" leaning against her makeup case on the counter near the sink.

"After you shower, put on the robe and do your hair and makeup like you did for that meeting in March in Dallas. Love you. M."

There was a black robe hanging on a hook on the door. Aside from her makeup case, she saw nothing else "laid out" in the room. She felt her pulse race as she looked at the note again. She was surprised that he was even aware that her makeup had been done differently that night in Dallas. Her hair was the same. Always. Unless she pulled it under a ball cap for a trip to the park.

The shower head sent a thousand pulses of warm pleasure onto her skin. She slipped a finger between her legs and realized that she was wet. Avoiding the temptation to bring herself to release, she showered fairly quickly, eager to see what Mickey was planning.

The sun had nearly set by the time she stepped back into the room. Mickey was sitting on the couch, near the sliding glass door, in the seating area of their small suite. He was fully dressed: ivory linen pants, a patterned shirt, and a light blue blazer. He smiled when he saw her.

"Come here," he pointed to an open spot about 8 feet in front of the couch.

She took the small step down, past the railing that separated the bed from the rest of the room. As she did, she noticed a shoe box sitting on a straight-backed chair, and a garment bag laid over a larger, upholstered chair.

She stood awkwardly in front of him.

"Take off the robe." He instructed.

She was beginning to understand the game. She pulled at the lapels of the robe, revealing the cleft between the soft curves of her breasts. The only light in the room was next to the couch, to Mickey's right, creating a shadow between her tits, enhancing their size. She reached for the belt, then looked Mickey in the eye as she tugged the knot loose. He smiled. She was playing his game well.

The fabric slid from her toned shoulders, falling to the floor and wrapping her feet. Mickey raised a single finger and slowly twirled it in the air. She began to turn around.

"Slowly." His voice was soft, but firm.

She took her time, letting him take in the full view as she displayed herself to him. He gestured toward the wooden chair.

"Now the shoes. Sit on the chair and put them on."

She picked up the shoe box and placed her bare bottom where it had been. Opening the box she was not surprised to see a pair of black sandals with 4-inch stiletto heels and an ankle strap they had seen on that same trip to Dallas. She had tried them on - mostly at his insistence - and found them cute and relatively comfortable, but completely impractical.

She quickly realized that with her chair pointed directly at him, there was no way to put them on in any sort of a lady-like fashion. In fact, she wasn't even sure that there was a sexy way to put them on. But it didn't take long for her to complete her task.

Mickey pointed at her with that lone forefinger again, this time raising it repeatedly to the ceiling.

She stood. And turned around again at his wordless instruction.

"That's very nice." He nodded his approval.

Kate imagined herself as a Greek statue. Naked. Elegant. And - most of all - the object of his desire. The warmth between her legs increased and she wanted desperately to touch herself, but she again ignored her growing lust.

Mickey glanced at his watch. Then pointed toward the garment bag.

"Now the dress." The tone was the same. Even. Direct. Soft but slightly forceful. Kate liked it.

She unzipped the bag, revealing a jewel-toned blue fabric with an unusual paisley print. It wasn't something that she would have picked out, but she found herself drawn to it. The color was bold, and the print was subtle. It had a certain richness to it. It was exotic somehow. She couldn't determine if it looked tropical, Indian, or something from the Pacific Rim. It was soft, silky, and unquestionably sensuous. She wondered where he had found it, when he had bought it, and how he had become so comfortable buying women's clothing.

They were questions for another day, obviously. More questions formed, however, as she pulled it from its sheath. The garment was a single dress, but it lacked the form she was expecting. At first, it seemed to be made of layers, then it began to appear more like random petals on a flower. Eventually, she found a large button and realized that she was at the top. With that orientation, she was able to see the upper portion of the dress was a halter. The "skirt" was a series of overlapping panels, that hid no less than eight evenly-spaced slits that rose high on the hips.

She looked at her husband skeptically.