I bumped into a client at a lifestyle resort over the summer, and now he has an appointment with me next week! Tax season is drawing near, and this particular client has the need to meet with me, his accountant, next week. I have been Jon's accountant for seven years. He and I have always had a purely professional relationship, until now.
Over the summer, my husband and I visited a lifestyle resort. On night one, I spotted Jon. Pointing him out to my husband, "oh no, there's one of my long-time clients. The worst-case scenario is coming true."
Giggling at my discomfort, "you're blushing, you have an unspoken crush on him, don't you?" my husband asked.
Looking at the ground, "no, it's just going to make that appointment at the end of the year, uncomfortable," I responded dryly.
"Ok, we'll do our best to avoid him, just relax," my husband responded.
During the dinner and mingle session Jon and I bumped into each other. "Fancy seeing you here, Iris, how are you doing?" he asked.
Blushing in my sexy dinnertime lingerie, I responded humbly, "Hi Jon. Obviously, this is a very awkward situation for us both. How about this, let's do our best to avoid each other and when we get back to our lives, pretend it never happened."
"Deal!" Jon said holding out his hand. As I stood there shaking his hand, me in my lingerie, Jon, completely nude, I knew, there was no way we were going to ever think of each other the same way again. After all, I have now seen his incredibly erect cock, which he made no attempt to hide, while we were talking. It certainly intrigued me about my client.
My husband and I spent hours on night one in the playroom. It was dark, and it was crowded, so if Jon and his companion were in the playroom, I was unaware. As night one turned into the next morning, fatigue began to present in both the hubs and I, and we decided to make our way to our room, clean up, and get some rest.
On day two, we were awakened mid-morning to the cleaning staff, entering our room, screeching something in a language unknown to me, and backing out the door as quickly as they came in. Lying in bed laughing, my husband and I realized we neglected to put the do not disturb hanger on the door last night.
It was a hot summer day, and we spent most of the day by the pool. There was a lot of mingling, and splashing, and a big game of pool volleyball, happening in an in-ground pool, filled to capacity with occupants. We were in and out of the pool, with occasional visits to the playroom throughout the day. As the dinner mingle crowd began to disperse and get thin, the hubs and I decided we were ready for more time in the playroom. We walked in the door, and to our immediate left was a big couch. After laying our blanket on the couch, my husband sat, holding my hand as I still standing, took in the amazing sexual energy that was happening all around us.
There were twice as many people in the playroom tonight as there were last night. Nervous, I straddled him, my back was to the room, while all I could see was him. I could hear the sexual flow of the room all around me, and I could see the excitement on my husband's face as he noticed people watching us. I felt safe in his presence with his hands holding tight around my waist, bouncing me up and down, as I watched his face. He had a look of pure ecstasy, like he had never known before. It was all happening in slow motion and felt incredible. I could feel my husband's arms move faster as I noticed I was setting the pace. As I rode him hard and fast, I felt every inch of his rock-hard cock slide deep inside and pull out, almost to the top, on every stroke, faster and faster, until "FUCKKKK!!!" I screamed into my husband's neck. I was still not ready to let the room hear me. I fell into him kissing him passionately with his dick still inside of me, asking, "what position would you like to fuck me in?"
"Put your hands on the back of the couch, your knees on the couch, and stick your ass out," Knowing I would still not be comfortable with the crowd in the room, he faced me away from the room, slamming his dick in and out, over and over, until the door opened to our right, and in walked another couple. My eyes started at their feet, enjoying the view, as my eyes moved up their bodies, while my husband fucked me, like he's never fucked me before, while in a room full of people. As my eyes crept up their bodies, my pussy clenched tight, and I let out a little scream, and buried face in the couch, realizing that Jon and his companion just walked through the door.
"Iris," Jon exclaimed.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. This can't be happening," I panicked.
My husband and Jon stood laughing at me, while Jon's companion had a look of confusion on her face, "Kate, this is my accountant, Iris, and her .... male companion," His voice trailed as he held his hand out to shake my husband's hand. "Jon Smith" Jon stated.
"Iris's husband, nice to meet you," my husband responded.
"I'm sure you know, I'm THE client," Jon said turning his attention from my husband back to me, "I'll try my best not to make this awkward for you Iris," Jon said, grinning widely as he looked me up and down. As he and Kate walked away, I got an amazing view of his cute ass. If he wasn't a client, I would have already asked my husband if I could fuck him while we're here.
The hubs mischievously pulled me to face him, grabbing my face, forcing me to look him in the eyes, "hey baby, calm down for me. It will be ok. Anyone that goes to these places, knows they risk running into people that they know, both personally and professionally. There is an unspoken rule that what happens at Pleasure Lake stays at Pleasure Lake. Now stick that ass back out and let me fuck you some more!" I returned to getting fucked hard and let him finish.
Day three was upon us. The hubs and I woke up and were more than energized from the past evening, and very excited to see what the day had in store for us. We decided to try going for a walk, wearing nothing but our shoes, as this place was also a nudist resort. We stepped outside of our room, naked. The whole idea was completely intimidating to me, but very exciting for my husband. Standing outside our cabin in nothing but shoes, I began laughing hysterically at the hubs, "Are those the only shoes you have with you?" I asked.
He looked down at his feet, "I intended to bring my flip-flops, but we were halfway here before I realized I forgot them," my husband stated.
"Oh baby," I responded, "let's run to town and get some sandals for you."
Reluctantly, he agreed. He did not want to miss a thing, and they had some pretty great events planned. We went to the nearest town and grabbed some hiking sandals for the remainder of the trip.
Pleasure Lake was busy when we returned. They had several vendors selling all sorts of spicy new toys and outfits. The hubs and I had some lunch, then we lounged around, laying out in the sun, making small chat with people passing by us. The volleyball game was back on, with more people than yesterday. The hubs and I were in and out of the pool, both together and separately, until the sun and the pool exhausted him. "Hey babe, I'm going to lay down for a few minutes, my eyes are getting heavy," he told me.
"I'm not really tired, and I would really like to stay here, unless that bothers you," I said.
"Not at all babe, I understand. I should not have had those fries at lunch, potatoes make me sleepy. I'll just rest for a bit and then we can have a good long night," the hubs apologetically said.
"Ok baby, I'll be here when you get up," I said as my husband bent down to kiss me, before leaving to head to the room. I layed in the pool side lounge chair getting sun on my back side. I may have dozed but was awakened from the sound of Jon's voice.
