Davis and I were pretty worn out after our little run with Taylor and Ron.
Barefoot and disheveled we dragged ourselves off of the elevator and went to our room. We quickly undressed and went to bed.
Five to six hours is all my body can muster when it comes to sleep. So when eight thirty rolled around, I was wide awake staring at the bed side clock listening to Davis snore lightly next to me.
Failing to drift back off to sleep, I finally gave in and got out of bed, called down to room service for a much needed pot of coffee and headed to the bathroom for a shower.
Coming out of the bathroom clean and refreshed, I sat down on the chair by the foot of the bed, put my feet up and spread my legs.
Over the last year and a half, first thing in the morning masturbation had become a thing with me. Davis would wake me up when he left for work with a quick kiss, an 'I love you' and a cup of coffee, then be off.
Sometimes it would be a quick little frig session, my fingers flying over my swollen clit, my free hand pinching and twisting my nipples until I came. Others, I would take my time, gently running my finger tips over my big boobs and hard nipples. I'll tease my clit, easing a finger or three deep inside my wet, bald pussy. Sometimes I'll lick my fingers clean or sometimes I'll coat my nipples with my juices and lick them clean. I'll edge myself to the point where I couldn't stop my climax if I wanted to, moaning as the waves of pleasure crash over my body.
On weekends, I switch things up a bit.
Davis sleeps in on the weekends. I tend to wake up early and horny. For a while, I loved the thrill of lying next to him, trying to quietly finger myself while he slept. It wasn't that I was trying to hide my masturbation fun from him, I loved the possibility of him waking up and catching me doing it.
That worked for a while, but I wanted to up the ante.
So on both Saturday and Sunday mornings, I would sit in a chair at the foot of our bed. Totally nude, feet up, legs spread and finger myself while I watched him sleep.
Davis has no idea I do this. He does know I get myself off every morning after he leaves for work. He also knows, more often than not, I will press my pussy against the washing machine until I cum, when I do laundry and occasionally I'll show the corner of our mattress some love while changing the sheets on our bed.
The reason I've kept it a secret from him is one morning, I want him to catch me doing it.
On those mornings, as I sit there playing with my pussy, staring at his hard cock under the sheets, I fantasize about him opening his eyes and the first thing he see's are my fingers caressing my glistening wet pussy. He would crawl over and kiss each one of my toes, sliding his wet tongue between them because he knows I love having my feet licked and touched. He would plant kisses on my ankles and calves as he worked his way to my thighs. He would look up at me and smile as I cup one of my boobs with my free hand, lift it close to my face and start kissing it for him. He would let out a quiet moan and his cock would throb as I worked closer and closer to my stiff nipple, roll my tongue over it a few times before sucking it loudly between my lips. While I put on my nipple sucking, licking and biting show for him, he would move between my legs. The head of his cock would brush against the back of my hand as my fingers danced over my clit. I wouldn't have to tell him, he'd just know the exact moment I was about to climax and shove his big hard cock deep inside me and I would scream as my pussy clamped around him. Once I finished cumming, he would put my legs up on his shoulders and fuck the shit out of me (figuratively not literally...eww!) Between my tight, wet pussy and bouncing boobs as he slams his cock in and out of me, he wouldn't last long. Right before he cums, he would pull out, slide his hand up and down his pussy juice slick cock and blow his load all over my boobs and stomach.
That morning in the hotel, I was fingering away and right at the part where he slams his cock into me when I heard a hard knock at the door.
"Room service," a voice behind the door called out.
Not really thinking about it, or honestly, not caring much, I jumped up and dashed to the door and flung it open.
"Shhh," I told he guy from room service. "My husband is sleeping."
"I...I'm sorry," he replied to my boobs.
"No harm," I assured him, then looked down as if I didn't realize I was standing in the open doorway completely nude. "I'm sorry too, I was in such a rush to open the door I didn't have a chance to grab a robe."
"I can wait while you put one on," he told me, looking me in the eye this time.
"I can't, I don't own one."
As much as I loved being ogled by the room service guy, the whole scenario was getting dangerously close to the plot of a seventies porn movie.
'Oh I don't have enough to tip you...How about I play with your tip?'
Cue the cheesy music and I'd drop down to my knees in front of him, take out his abnormally big cock and start giving him head. Davis would wake up and investigate the loud slurping sounds. He would enter the scene, his hair perfectly styled, hairy chest, gold chains and an epic mustache. The camera would zoom in for a close up of my huge bush and hairy butthole (it's the seventies remember)...Davis would take me doggy style until I jerked both of them off on my big boobs......
Yeah, that wasn't happening....
I took the ticket and signed the pot of coffee to the room, along with a ten dollar tip. Thanked the room service guy and took the tray from him.
"Did you just answer the door naked?" a now awake Davis asked as I entered the bedroom area with the coffee and cups.
I nodded.
"Living with you is like being in a porn movie," he said with a smile.
"Funny you should say that."
Naked, of course, Davis and I went over the rules of our marriages new dynamic. We were both on the same page with everything. Neither of us was interested in diving into the "swinger's scene". The idea of showing up to a party or event just to have sex with other people just didn't do it for us. If we were going to play with others, we wanted it to be an extension of a relationship, not just random fucking. We also agreed that we did not have an "open" relationship and should there be an opportunity, we'd play together or not at all.
"I you had to pick someone," Davis asked when I said I wanted to get my bi on with another girl tout de suite. "Who would it be?"
"Linda or Megan," I answered immediately. "Linda if it was a foursome, Megan for a threesome."
"Interesting," he nodded. "Why?"
"A few years ago, right before I went through my dowdy period....." I explained.
Linda and I were doing a "girls day" together, manicures, pedicures, shopping, lunch...the whole nine yards.
If you had to pick one word to sum up Linda, it would be 'perky'. She's five feet one inch tall, an ex gymnast, wears her light brown hair in a short perky style. Her boobs are a perky b cup, flat tummy with a perky outie belly button. Her legs have those muscular calves and thighs that gymnasts get, topped off with a perky, round, apple bottom. On the other end of those gorgeous legs are her size five feet, each one adorned with five perfectly shaped...dare I say...Perky toes.
We were at the shopping portion of our day. The store was fairly busy so she and I doubled up in the fairly large fitting room. It wasn't a big deal, Linda and I had been friends since grade school and had changed clothes in front of each other thousands of times.
'Don't say it...Don't say it...Don't say it...' my inner voice began chanting as I pulled my top off, unsnapped my bra, freeing my double D's.
"It's not fair....You got the rest of my chest!"
Yep, she said it. She always did.
"Do you have to say that every time you see my boobs?"
"I can't help it," she said with an exaggerated pout. "I would love to have boobs like yours."
