Lori and Tom walked to their hotel with the crisp sea breeze blowing at them. Lori's ass hurt from the session with Tad. She said nothing to Tom and he did not try to start any conversation. When they got to the room Lori dropped the coat and kicked off her shoes. She fell on the bed, face down and was too tired to remove her nylons.
She felt the weight of Tom as he sat next to her. Next she felt a gentle cooling sensation as he applied an aloe vera solution on the welts. It felt so soothing that she just laid there. He made no attempt to touch her pussy and she realized he was doing this only to help her. Later he rolled each thigh high stocking off and covered her with a sheet. Lori fell into a deep sleep, hearing Tom start the shower.
She woke midmorning and turned over gently on her back. Her ass was still tender but much improved. She thought of the butt plug and knew she would need to remove it and reinsert it this morning. Tom was not in bed with her and when she turned she saw him asleep in a chair with his feet up on the ottoman. She smiled and thought he either slept in the chair so as to not disturb her or because he was afraid she'd through him out. She knew him well enough to know it was the former.
She slowly got up and went to the bathroom and cleaned up and took care of her butt plug. I felt odd when it was out and she felt no hesitation in replacing it. While in the shower she shaved herself, coming to grips with the fact she was enjoying this. Yes, Tom lied and deceived her but ultimately she followed the path on her own. Their marriage was suffering but she thought not terminally.
After her shower she walked into the room and saw Tom awake and sitting up. She walked over to him and brushed his hair out of his eyes with the back of her hand.
"Tom, we have been through a lot. I am not ready for it to stop. I think we will be okay once we get home. I only hope I don't like it too much."
An expression of relief crossed his face and he said, "Lori, I am sorry, Do what you need to do but, please come back to me."
She smiled and bent over and gently kissed his cheek. Their tender moment was interrupted by the phone. Lori answered it and wished Ian good morning. She spoke with him for awhile, mostly just listening and describing how her ass felt. She hung up the phone and told Tom Ian would pick them up in an hour. He was going to give them a tour of Brighton, and weather permitting he'd take them on a walk along the seashore.
Lori wore a pair of capri pants and a t-shirt with a sweatshirt. She wore boat shoes because Ian said the beaches were not sandy but rocky. Tom wore jeans and a polo shirt with tennis shoes, They looked like American tourists, except for the fact she had an anal plug and Tom was wearing his wives panties. They both dressed as Ian had instructed.
They met in the lobby of the hotel and Ian had 'hop-on-hop-off' bus passes for the three of them. He was carrying a canvas bag with towels for the beach and a bottle of wine.
The day was spent seeing sights including the Palace Pier and The Royal Pavilion, where Queen Victoria vacationed. Nothing was mentioned of last night and Ian was very cordial. He never refereed to her as "Lori", nor 'slut'. The funny thing was Lori was hoping at some point her submission would be tested. After visiting some of the trendier shops of the North Laines, they caught the bus to the promenade overlooking the English Channel. It was getting a bit chilly as the late afternoon approached. They walked along this once fabulous boardwalk and then onto the beach. They strolled along the sea on the gravel like beach front, while Ian continued with his history of the area. They walked for awhile and the crowds had lessened.
Lori was looking ahead when she saw two women in the distance waving. She pointed them out to Ian.
"Oh, those are friends of mine. It is Tich and her pet."
He noticed Lori's questioning glance and continued, "I know them through the D/s community here. They are in a 24/7 relationship. Tich is the top and her pet, Snake is the bottom. They have been together almost four years I would guess. This is a lifestyle to them, not a game like it is for you two."
Lori watched them approach. The women on the left was an attractive women in her thirties. She was about five foot three or four with beautiful dark brunette hair. There was a wave in it and looked sexy blowing in the sea breeze. She had large breasts which were obviously unencumbered as as they stopped a few feet from them, Lori noticed a self assured style and pretty green eyes. Though she would look in place at a school meeting Lori guessed she was Tich, the dominate one. Her guess was made easier because the other girl was wearing a collar and her nose was pierced.
The 'pet' looked a little younger and was dressed in Goth attire. Her hair was short and jet black with a red streak through one side. She wore the black collar, a black sweat shirt, black jeans and black Doc Marten's boots. Her nails were painted black also. Her skin was pale, even more so because of her dress. She didn't look up and stayed a few feet behind Tich.
"Hello Ian, I am glad we ran into you. Is this your slut from America?"
"Yes, and her husband Tom. I have been giving them the tour of our little city by the sea."
