Baby steps on the way to insatiable
Jessica and Steve finally arrived in Miami. They took a good long nap knowing they would need their energy tonight. They woke, ate lightly and showered, with Jessica taking particular caution to clean up completely. She dressed in a sheer black top that hung down to her waist and long skirt of the same material. It was see-through as if wearing nothing at all. She threw a short jacket on, so her breasts wouldn't be exposed on the way out of the hotel. She had meant to put a pair of stocking on underneath to cover her privates, but Steve stopped her with a wink.
She looked spectacular as they walked through the lobby of the posh hotel. Steve was cracking up inside as he watched person after person stumble a bit when they saw how beautiful his wife was and then stumble a lot when they looked down and saw through her dress. He saw wives smacking bug-eyed husbands, secret lesbians licking lips, waiters pouring water on tables and bumping into walls, 20-year-old boyfriends ignoring girlfriends and groups of guys losing their collective minds. Steve was proud that not only was his 40-year-old wife smoking hot but that she was so hot that no one at any age even compared.
Their car was brought around by the bumbling valets, who tried not to stare at her while giving the keys back to Steve and holding her door open. After Steve had picked the keys off the ground, he jumped in and pulled the car away, and as they drove along in silence, Steve thought about how this all began and those initial baby steps on the way to insatiable.
It was a little over a year ago, shortly before her 40th birthday. He had tried in vain to reignite her lustful nature from years before. He tried to get her to hook up with her couple friends, accidentally was able to connect her to her old mistress, wrote her stories that in the past wound her clock, but nothing seemed to be quite doing the trick.
There was no problem with libido as she was always ready and willing to make love. It just seemed like that chapter in their lives had been closed, and frankly, as much as he loved her, it wasn't a huge deal.
The only thing that gnawed at him was that he remembered how much fun she had been having and that look of pure satisfaction she often had on her face when she returned from an adventure. He also missed that wild hungry animal that returned to him after a night of kinkiness. To be honest, selfishly he missed her regaling him with stories of her night's lustful encounters.
So he took a chance. He reached out to her friends in Atlanta, Paul, and Cindy and asked them if they might like to have a surprise guest for the weekend, as he was going out of town.
Paul was all too happy, but asked a curious question, "I know you are okay with me having sex with her, but Cindy and I have started playing with another guy, and he was supposed to come see us that weekend. Is it okay with you if he is around and maybe interacting with Cindy?"
"Its okay with me, but Jessica gets to decide what she wants to do. This will be a surprise that I'm not even going to tell her about until we are at the airport. She may even turn around when I get her there and not go at all." Paul was cool with that so they finished their plan.
"Wow!" Jessica said staring at her phone.
"What?" Steve replied.
"Cindy just contacted me and sent me naked photos! Did you contact them?"
"Uh, um I, well I might have texted with Paul a bit to see if they are coming down anytime soon."
"And?" "Well, they are not coming here that they know of." He said with a bad smile that made her know he was up to something. Looking at Cindy's naked pictures, she felt that old feeling and was not sure she minded whatever nonsense he was playing.
The next morning they left for the airport to go on his business trip. As they parked the car and walked to the gate, he stopped her and showed her an alternate ticket. "You can either come with me on the dull business trip, or Paul and Cindy have invited you to visit them for the weekend."
First, she had a flash of anger, but then realized two things, one, nothing ever seemed to get going unless Steve did something and two; she did want to see them. She took the Atlanta ticket from his hand and said, "No pictures will be sent while I am there, anything goes, and I'll tell you what happens when I get home."
We nodded in agreement and they walked on, kissed and went to their separate gates.
Cindy and Paul picked her up at the airport. The conversation was friendly, awkward due to the underlying tension. Paul dropped them off at the house and said he had to pick someone up and would be back around 7 to take them out. In the house, Cindy showed her around and then to her room, inviting her to shower up after her trip.
There was still a lot of awkwardness having been away from this so long. Jessica slipped into the shower and washed clean. Her thoughts went back to their previous encounters and as she fantasized about sex with them, her hand slipped down between her legs and she began masturbating. She leaned against the shower wall and sprayed the shower head onto her clit. If felt so good that in no time she was caught up in a powerful orgasm.
Only after she was done did she open her eyes to see Cindy standing there naked and watching. Her fingers were moist and wet, and she had been clearly masturbating watching Jessica.
She jumped in the shower, pressed her body against Jessica's and locked her in a passionate kiss. As the warm water poured over them, they allowed their hands to roam freely. Soon Jessica had a finger in one Cindy's clit and began kissing down her body, spending the time to lick and suck on her breasts. She slipped two fingers inside her and wrapped her arm around back, slipped two fingers into her ass as well. She dropped her knees and tongued Cindy's cunt with unbridled passion, with her fingers slamming over and over inside her. Her first orgasm was massive, but Jessica did not stop. The second was even bigger, and her body shook completely, but Jessica did not stop, but instead slipped more fingers in her ass and pussy and double the intensity of her sucking. When the third orgasm hit, Jessica felt Cindy go limp. She grabbed her and helped her to the floor of the shower as her body was jello.
Coming back, Cindy grabbed Jessica's hand and pulled her out of the shower. She dried her off but didn't take the time to dry herself off. She threw Jessica on the bed and rushed out of the room, and just as quickly returned. She had a strap-on wrapped around her body.
Jessica smiled and went to speak, but Cindy was instantly on her driving the dildo all the way into her cunt. Cindy's wet body was all over Jessica's as her mouth was as well. She pounded Jessica's cunt with ferocity until she felt Jessica's body vibrate with her first orgasm. She flipped Jessica over and pounded her from behind, slipping two fingers into Jessica's ass. Jessica came over and over under the assault. After a bit, they lost the strap on and moved into 69 and took turns pushing each other over the edge.
Jessica was on her back, licking Cindy when she looked back at the door and saw Paul standing there...and another guy!
"So, I see thing got started without me," Paul said with a smile and the other guy just staring. Jessica noticed that he was very handsome. Dark hair, tan, muscular and most likely Italian.
Cindy got up and shut the door on them. "Sorry about that. We should get ready to go." She smiled, wrapped herself in a towel and left Jessica in the room to ponder who this guy was and what he must think having just walked in on them.
Both women wore dresses and looked classy and respectable as they went into the fine restaurant. Max turned out to be a friend of Paul's and was a very nice and funny guy. He worked as an investment banker and had known Paul through mutual clients. Interestingly he said nothing of what he had seen, which put Jessica at ease; that and his eyes and the two glasses of wine. They laughed and had a good time eventually going to an upscale bar where they sat in a booth in the back. Jessica sat next to Max with Cindy next to her and Paul next to Cindy.