We lay like that for a while, kissing, caressing, enjoying the afterglow of love well made.
Finally, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and said, "I am absolutely starving."
He chuckled and mimicked my movement, then stood and offered his hand.
I stood and placed my hands on his shoulders.
"Should I wash my face first?" I asked.
He chuckled and drug his fingertip down the crusty surface of my cheek.
"I think after breakfast," he said.
I sort of moaned but then put my shoulders back, arched my back, pushed my boobs out, and said, "fine then my dear, FEED ME looking like this."
He grinned and took my hand.
As we started toward the stairs he said, "because you're beautiful."
I giggled.
I smelled coffee and bacon as we turned into the dining room and three handsome, naked men were at the table.
Stan came in from the kitchen with a platter piled high with bacon and scrambled eggs in one hand and a stack of toast in the other.
"Well good morning sleepy butt," he said, as he laid the dishes on the table.
Breakfast was eaten in companionable silence.
Well, as companionable as a gathering can be when you're all naked and one is covered in dry semen.
I giggled at the thought and they all looked at me.
I held up a finger in the universal "just a minute gesture."
I took a final sip, drained my coffee cup, and stood.
"My beloveds," I said, giggling a little, "thank you for forgiving me, and thank you for your beautiful gift."
I turned and started for the stairs, putting a little extra swing in my hips.
"Oh," I said over my shoulder, not stopping, "it might interest you to know that after this morning my back door is definitely open for business."
As I started up the steps I heard, "Roger, you devil you."
I stopped at my dressing mirror and looked over my shoulder. I was surprised not at all when I saw the two perfectly round bruises right where I sit. I touched them and they were tender but not too bad.
I was giggling as I started the water, adjusting it to hot, as I like it.
It was David who put his hands on my hips and kissed my neck.
He was careful and gentle as he slowly brushed my face with the washcloth, softening and then removing the crust.
It was a good shower. We cleaned each other carefully and thoroughly.
We dried each other carefully and thoroughly.
He smiled when I yelped when he pinched my ass.
Clean and dry he led me back to bed.
"Soooooooooooooooooooo," he said, his fingertip lightly tracing the circle of my areola until it was a hard little cone aching for more touch, "tell me about Samantha."
I hadn't expected that and drew a quick breath.
"You're not going to spank me again, are you?" I asked.
He laughed, kissed me, and said, "No honey, one spanking per transgression."
"Whew," I breathed and he laughed.
"Soooooooooooooooooo," he repeated, "tell me about Samantha."
"Oh, not much to tell I suppose," I said, "just a frustrated, neglected, wife looking for something new."
"And just how do you see this all working out?" he asked.
"I don't know," I said, "David, I really don't. The only reason I said anything to her was that she knew I was getting something just by the way I acted, you know?"
"And it was her idea to, well, to join in?" he asked.
"Yes, well, I think she was serious," I said.
"And you think she'd be interested in, well," he hesitated and made a sweeping gesture with his arm, "all of this?"
I giggled a little nervously and said, "I don't know. Do you
want
me to find out?"
He grinned and said, "yes. You know. Variety and the spice of life and all of that."
"Okay," I said, not sure how I felt about all of this.
"Now," he said, "I want you to fulfill a fantasy for me."
Now it was my turn to grin.
"What's that, my love?" I asked, rolling onto my side and propping my chin on my hand.
That was the first time I ever saw him blush.
I tickled his lips with my finger and said, "come on honey, spill it."
I was expecting him to say he wanted my ass after my announcement earlier.
He surprised me when he said, "I want to watch you masturbate."
I thought for a minute and then quickly rolled out of bed.
I went to my makeup table and pulled the chair around and set it about four feet from the bed.
I crooked my finger and he came.
He sat and I kissed him and whispered, "I'll take care of you when I'm done," I said, giving his dick a little pat, and then I crawled back onto the bed, laid my head on the pillow, closed my eyes, and remembered just a week ago when this had been my only sexual pleasure.
I let my hands find my breasts, squeezing gently, my fingers tickling my areolas and then pinching my nipples, tugging them, rolling them, pulling hard enough to stretch my breasts.
I gently squeezed my breasts, slowly increasing the pressure until I moaned with the pain that was building.
My legs parted, as they always had, as I played and tormented.
Knowing he was watching added a new intensity to what I was doing.
I reached down and caressed my inner thighs, enjoying the tingle.
I was not surprised when I touched my pussy and found myself slick and ready.
I used my fingertips to open myself, and my thumbs to lift my clitoral hood, leaving me perfectly exposed as only a woman can ever be.
With just the tip of my finger, I began making small circles on the end of my clitoris.
And there was that wonderful pressure building deep in my belly.
I eased a couple of fingers from each hand inside and started pulling, opening myself even wider, knowing he could see my cervix if he was looking there.
And then a little wider still, until it was hurting.
With my thumbs, I started working my clitoris, like masturbating a tiny penis.
My soft moans were not faked as I got closer and then slowed down, holding myself on the edge. My hips were rocking. My pussy was flowing.
"May I cum?" I asked, my eyes still closed.
"Not yet," he said, and I realized he was standing near.
I opened my eyes and saw him, standing there, looking at me, hell, into me.
"Please," I sort of whimpered my thumbs still busy, concentrating on not finishing until he allowed it.
"God you're beautiful," he said and I sort of giggle/whimpered.
"Please," I repeated.
"Take your hands away," he said.
I moaned but let myself go.
And then HIS hands were there,
His entire hand was inside of me, gently massaging my uterus, his finger touching my cervix, while a finger on his other hand rubbed my clitoris gently.
"PLEASE," I stage whispered.
"Yes," he said and I came.
My vaginal muscles clamped down on his wrist while my knees came up, almost touching my nipples.
I felt my natural lubricant running down the crack of my ass.
