Mickey And Kate Ch 11

The sun had fully made its way over the horizon by the time they reached the hotel. Check-in was mercifully brief, and within 10 minutes, they were closing the door to their room behind the porter. As exhausted as they were, they both knew that they had unfinished business. Kate had napped during most of the ride, but she was still fully aroused. She wasn't surprised to see that Mickey was hard when he dropped his pants to the floor as the door closed.

"I still need to fuck you," he said.

"Yes, you do." Kate dropped back onto the bed, spreading her legs. "Hard," she begged softly.

There was so much that Mickey wanted to do with her - and to her - in that moment. But between the exhaustion and the stiffness of his cock, he skipped all of it. There was no foreplay. No kissing. No gentle touch. No caress. Not even words. Mickey buried his prick into his wife with a grunt, and he felt her body respond beneath him. It was some animalistic urge that pushed him forward. Pounding. Thrusting. Grunting. A vision of the driver's black dick slamming in and out of his wife passed through his brain, but then it was gone; replaced by a desire to fill her as deeply as he could.

Kate ached. As good as Ronny's cock had felt inside of her, she still needed something else. She reveled in the feeling of her husband taking her hard. It was as though he was reminding her that she was his, and she willingly submitted. She liked what she did at the beach, but this was different. It was deeper, more intimate, and more meaningful. She would consider the psychology of it later, but for the moment, she just knew there was something basic and primal about what they were doing. It was as though she were an animal in heat, pushed by nothing more than her instincts. This wasn't about love or passion, yet at the same time, she had never felt closer to Mickey. She needed him. There was a connection that he provided for her - some sort of completion. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close, his face buried into her neck, grunting with every thrust. Finally, her relief arrived. She came hard, moaning, tears streaming from her cheeks, her hips thrusting upward to meet his assault.

Mickey could feel his wife matching his movements. She needed this as much as he did. For the third time in less than 6 hours, he felt his balls unloading and continued to pump even after the last drop was gone. His cock still was rigid as their breathing slowed, then deepened, as they drifted off to sleep.

The bar was more crowded now. A small group of people congregated near their table. Kate stroked Ronny more slowly, almost as though she were doing it for the audience. Her hand was warm on MIckey's dick, too. He was in better control of himself now and didn't want the sensation to end too quickly. He loved seeing his wife attend to the stranger. As Ronny continued to grow, she brought both hands to his shaft, softly massaging him and coaxing him closer to the edge.

Mickey was suddenly confused. How was she jerking off the driver with both hands while still stroking him? Then he smelled the perfume. His eyes dropped to his lap, and he saw those long black fingers wrapped around his prick. It was Angela, seated to his left, smiling at him. Her blouse opened, inviting him to feel her firm breasts.

He woke with a start.

"I thought you would never wake up," Kate purred. She was leaning on her left elbow, facing him. Her dress still wrapped around her waist as she gently worked her hand up and down his erection, her tits swaying slightly with the motion.

"Were you having a dream?"

Before he could answer, she pushed herself up and straddled him, aiming his stiff prick at her hole. She was still wet. And hot. He began to speak, but she covered his mouth with her hand.

"Not now," she shook her head. "I just need to cum."

The view was almost as good as the feeling. She rode him at her pace, touching herself between her legs or tugging at her nipples. Her eyes closed, her head loose on her shoulders, moaning one minute, then whimpering. An occasional gasp would escape from time to time as she discovered one pleasure spot after the next.

Mickey peaked - gratefully - just as she did. She felt amazing, but his dick produced little more than a sputter. Her orgasm was a silent shudder, followed by a sleepy smile before sleep took them both away again.

Kate glanced at the clock an instant later. Or so she thought. She was surprised to see that hours had passed. She was just as surprised to realize that her pussy was still buzzing. She closed her eyes and thought about Ronny's dick filling her. The strangers watching. For an instant, she wondered what might have happened if she had invited one of them to join them. Her hand slid between her legs, her thighs tightening around it. The pressure of her hand against her slit caused her arousal to grow again. Flexing her thighs and ass cheeks created a sensation that she found both comforting and erotic.

She turned over to face Mickey as she continued to quietly pleasure herself. The sheet was pulled to his waist, but she could see the outline of his cock beneath the soft cotton fabric. She smiled slightly as she studied his sleeping face. She could have never imagined what they had experienced together. She was no longer the shy virgin who stood next to him at the altar. Nor did she want to be. She felt a rush of gratitude as she reflected on their years together. He was a good man, a great father, and the husband that fulfilled her in so many ways, both public and private. She thought about what they had done last night and his generosity in the process. She knew that he liked to watch, but she also knew that she had gotten far more out of their experience than he did.

She imagined herself back at the beach. She could see him in the moonlight, nodding his encouragement, allowing her to play. She saw him, aroused, touching himself as he took in her brazen public show. She thought of him feeding her his cock as she fucked a perfect stranger. And she thought of the poor job she did at sucking him in that moment.

Pulling the sheet away, she took the time to study his limp dick. She knew she owed him something, but she was about to get as much pleasure from this as he was. Her pussy responded to her intentions with a warm flow of sticky juices on her fingers. She slipped the middle finger inside and tended to her clit with her thumb. Blowing softly on his prick, she watched it move. Her first kisses were light, followed by a gentle suction that easily lifted his limp head into her mouth.

Manipulating her lips and tongue, she felt him growing. She loved that sensation - the sense of control. She found it empowering. With only the slightest movement of a few tiny muscles, she could create a response in him so powerful that he might just lose control. She increased the pressure of her fingers on her own sex as she picked up the pace on her husband's stiffening prick. She wasn't surprised when she felt His hand on the back of her head. She turned to make eye contact with him, smiling and running her tongue around the tip of his swelling head, teasing him. His cock was nearly erect now, and she shifted her position to be able to take him deeper

As Kate moved to her knees, Mickey could see her fist between her legs. He wondered if her arousal was because of the blowjob she was giving him or if she was sucking him because of how well she was playing with herself. He really didn't care. He grasped her head with both hands and began to thrust deeper into her throat.

Kate recognized that whatever control she thought she might have had was gone now. And she was fine with that. She yielded herself to his touch, relaxing her throat to take as much of his cock as she could. She wished that she were on her knees, kneeling in front of him, allowing him to use her mouth just for his own pleasure. Her pussy throbbed at the thought. She loved it when he took over. She enjoyed being used by him and knowing that she gave him this much pleasure. So much, in fact, that she came as the first splash of his cum filled her mouth.

She stretched herself across the bed, laying her head on his stomach, feeling his breath slow.

"Is it my imagination, or is it getting hard again?"

"I'm not sure it can get

hard

, but it's certainly alert." He stroked her hair gently as he spoke.

And you?"

"I've been wet since Ronny touched me last night."

"He did more than touch," Mickey teased.

"I'm aware, but it started while we were dancing, and I'm still turned on. Even in my dreams."

"Oh? Do tell!"

"Can I tell you over some food? I'm starving. Do you realize what time it is?"

Mickey glanced toward the window and saw the color of sunset in the sky and tried to sit up, but Kate refused to move.

"We've slept all day?"

"Well, we did wake up a couple of times," she grinned.

An hour later, they made their way to the evening buffet line, opting for a simple meal and a quiet evening. Rather than opening the suitcase he had brought for Kate, he suggested that she opt for a simple T-shirt and shorts. The outfits he had carefully selected for the week could wait another day. He was pleased to see that she didn't bother with a bra.

They took their desserts back to the room and enjoyed them on the patio before slipping naked into the hot tub. Unwinding was exactly what they needed.

This is nice," Kate sighed as she stretched her tall frame into the warm water, her toes touching the base of the opposite side of the tub.

Mickey took note of her breasts, rising like two volcanic islands as she inhaled deeply.

"Yes, it is," he leered.

Kate giggled and flicked the back of her fingertips into the bubbling surface, splashing him gently.

"You're such a boy!"

"Guilty. A boy that loves looking at boobies!" he laughed.

"Well, then. We'll have to see if we can find you some to look at this week." She smiled, before closing her eyes and listening to the sounds of the bubbling water and some laughter in the distance.

Mickey stared into the dark sky. He couldn't have known it, but both of them were thinking about what had transpired the night before, wondering what the week would bring. The seal had been cracked. The fantasy had become a reality, and neither of them thought that things would end there, on the side of a dark path on the first night of their vacation.

Kate heard him stand and opened her eyes, turning toward him. The fantasy she was enjoying at the moment created a hope that he might step toward her and fill her mouth with his cock, but she was surprised to see him climbing out of the tub. She watched as he dried himself and stepped back into their room. She assumed he needed the bathroom, but instead, he pulled that suitcase out of its place and fetched the key from his pants pocket. She rose quickly, eager to see what he might have in mind.

"Stay there," Mickey said as she pulled the sliding door closed.

He kept his back to her as the case fell open across the bed. Her heart raced at the display of the colored fabrics in front of him. She wondered if he might pull out a piece of lingerie for her to wear. Or perhaps a dress that was even too daring for this place, though she couldn't imagine what that might be. Instead, he pulled out a black leather bag. Or at least something that looked like leather. It was about the size of her makeup kit, but soft, with a zipper running along the top. He dropped it on the bed, then closed the suitcase before putting it back where he found it.

She couldn't help but notice that his dick was engorged slightly as he turned.

"Come here." His voice was soft but firm. They hadn't played this game in a long time.

He picked up the pouch as she approached and opened it without breaking eye contact with her. He slipped his hand inside and deftly produced a fistful of colorful scarves. She stopped an arm's length away from him, trying to see what else might be in his new little bag, but he placed it on the bed before she could. There was the slightest hint of a smile on his face as he reached for her, his hand still full of the scarves. He caressed her cheek, then her neck with the soft fabrics, gently sliding them down her chest and letting them graze each of her breasts. She could feel her nipples stiffening at the sensation.

"Turn around." There was more force in the tone now, though his words were quiet.

She obeyed and was rewarded with the tingle and chill that accompanied the fabric as it slid slowly down her spine before arriving at her ass. He gently rubbed each cheek with the silken ball, and she felt her pussy respond.

She could see him in the reflection of the sliding door, turning around and picking up that small bag again. She saw the scarves drop softly to the bed before he turned to face her again. She watched as he reached over her head and then saw the blindfold closing over her eyes. This was new. It, too, felt as if it were made of silk. It was decadently padded and gently wrapped her face as he pulled it tight, tying a knot behind her head to keep it in place before double-checking to be sure it was firmly set.

"Turn around," he said again, and she felt her head drop instinctively as she turned to face him.

"Very nice. Very, very nice."

She was happy that he approved. And she immediately wondered why she was. She knew that he loved her. He complimented her regularly. But the words hit differently tonight. She was happy to know that she pleased him.

"Give me your hands."

She raised her palms to the ceiling, extending her arms toward him. She felt the scarf fall across her wrists before he turned her hands to face one another. The fabric tightened as he wrapped it around both of her wrists, then forced some of it between them, finishing with a knot. He tugged to test his work before pulling her toward him.

"This way."

She had little choice but to follow him as he led her to the bed.

"Lie down." She complied but was surprised when he gently redirected her, pushing her to the place where he wanted her to be. She was already disoriented without her sight.

He placed a pillow under her head, then pulled her wrists up, extending her arms above her head. She felt him moving on the bed and heard the sounds of fabric being tied, but whatever he was doing didn't affect her. Suddenly, he was pushing another piece of fabric through her wrists, lifting them up and tying them, apparently, to something else, leaving her arms and hands, for the most part, immobile.

His weight shifted off the bed, and she heard him moving around for a few seconds. And then it was still again.

"Yes," He drew a deep breath. "Very, very, nice."

She felt another rush of pleasure at his words, even as she noticed a slightly darker tone in his voice.

He placed his hand behind her left knee, pulling it upward, bending it, and guiding her foot toward her bottom. He surprised her by draping another scarf across both of her breasts, then slowly dragging it down her belly, between her legs, and around her bent leg. It took him a minute - a glorious minute - but soon, her left ankle was tied to the back of her thigh.

Another scarf across the breast, another traverse down her belly, and - more quickly this time - her other ankle secured. He pushed her knees wide apart, and she could feel her lips open to him. She thought she felt herself blush at her blatant exposure. For a moment, she thought about the wide sliding door across the room from her and wished that the patio doors might have been open, exposing her to those down at the beach.

The next sensation was on her right breast. At first, she thought it was another scarf. But this was different. Softer. More precise. It seemed to flutter across her skin, arousing her nipple and causing her pussy to buzz. It moved to the other breast, then to her neck, moving back downward to her open armpit before returning to her breasts on the way to her inner thighs. Whatever it was, she liked the sensation.

For the next half-hour, or so it seemed, Mickey teased her with one object after another. Each was different. Some were soft; others were hard. There was cool metal and the warmth of his breath. Some felt abrasive, and one of them almost hurt. Almost.

She ached for more. But aside from clenching her ass cheeks or arching her back to meet the sensation, there was little she could do. This was Mickey's game, and she was more than happy to be a pawn.

She felt his weight when he moved to the bed. She knew he was between her opened legs, and she knew that he would easily see how aroused she had become. She waited for his cock, eager to be filled. But he was still. Her mind raced, wondering what might be next. She wondered if he might loosen the scarves around her legs, though she was comfortably uncomfortable in the position that he had chosen for her. She wondered if he might insert something other than himself in her. She wondered if he was stroking himself as he stared at her naked, open body. More than anything, she felt exposed and helpless. Her arms extended above her head. Her writhing at his earlier touch had actually pulled her further down on the bed, extending her arms fully now. Her legs were spread wide, and although there was nothing between them, the position of her feet against the back of her thighs prevented her from pulling her knees together. She could do little else but wait for him.

Finally, she felt him shift again. The first soft kiss landed on the inside of her right knee. Then another, just an inch higher than her left knee along her inner thigh. He alternated between the two. Kissing, licking, and even biting gently. He made some small progress toward her crotch with each subsequent touch. She waited desperately for him to reach his target. Finally, she could feel his breath falling on her wet, open slit. But rather than finding his way to her clit, he continued to nibble down her thigh toward her ass cheeks.

Again, his warm, wet tongue flicked at her skin, interrupted by his teeth gently probing her flesh. She pushed herself toward him, trying to raise her ass from the bed, but her tied feet prevented her.

His nose finally brushed her clit. It almost felt like an accident. Whatever the intent, it sent a surge deep into her core. She heard herself whimpering with pleasure. As much as she wanted him to reach his target, she knew that being denied was increasing her pleasure, and she didn't want it to stop.

He lapped at the base of her slit, drinking in her juice. He began to slowly work his way up until his tongue found her slit. Another quick lap, and then he was on to her lips, tugging first at one and then the other. Her first orgasm hit as he stretched one into his mouth, and as she came, he ground his mouth and chin into her slit. She bucked at him involuntarily, and he paused. As soon as she stopped, he began licking again. He was in charge, and he made sure she knew it without a word.

Finally, he reached her clit. His first assault was with the tip of his tongue. There was a quick jab. Then another. As though he were either testing or teasing it. Then it began lightly fluttering up and down, barely touching her swollen nub. His lips followed with gentle suction. His teeth barely grazed her before he pulled away. Each technique pushed her back toward her subsiding orgasm. He began again with the tongue, now alternating the pattern, first up and down, then side to side. The bed shifted, and she felt his finger entering her. She wanted more than a finger, but she wasn't unhappy with what she was receiving.

A second finger joined the first, and he fucked her with them while he continued to tongue her clit. She knew it was coming. She wished it had been quicker, but the longer he waited, the better the result would be. Still, she willed him to bend his fingers and apply pressure to that spot inside, just above her opening. He teased a time or two before finally hitting her g-spot, sending her to another immediate climax.