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Seven Months MF/FF/MFF rom
(c) August 2000 by Virago Blue
(a Foursome Moresome story)
Disclaimer: This is one of my written stories. I don't appreciate it being
reposted without the header and, more specifically, without my permission.
Please keep that in mind . . . Oh, and it's intended for an adult audience
only.
**************************
Jake roused me from sleep, his fingers prodding my panties. With
practiced skill he slipped beneath the elastic and lace, quickly,
before I was fully awake. His fingers maneuvered in and out, every
other stroke pushed a little deeper. He kissed my neck, nibbling my
earlobe. I shivered.
"It's after midnight, Jake," I mumbled irritably.
"I'm sorry," Jake responded. My husband nuzzled up against my back.
I felt the heat from his naked chest warm me through my thin
nightgown.
"This is the third time this week," I continued, stiffening
slightly. An image of that evening's ruined dinner popped into my
mind. "You promised to be home before 9:00," I whined.
Jake nudged my bare leg up, giving him a better passage to my now
moist sex. I grew wetter despite my anger. He licked my earlobe,
dipping his tongue in and around the shell of my ear. I shivered
again.
"I had to prepare some experts for tomorrow's deposition. John was
going to handle it but had a family emergency. I didn't have a
choice." Jake flipped me on my back and kissed my mouth. His
fondling quickened. His tongue mirrored the activity of his
fingers. He was such a dedicated man - at least to his other
partner.
"Mmmhmmm," was the only response I could give while his tongue
played in and around my lips.
"Didn't you get my message?" He pushed my nightgown up with one
hand.
Anger flashed suddenly inside of me. "Yes, your idiot secretary
called with the message around 10:00. Since when does she work so
late?" I struggled against him, a little attempt to get away. I
envied the amount of time he spent with his secretary. I wasn't
happy with Jake but at the same time I couldn't resist him. He had
a way about him that drove me crazy with desire. But still, I
wanted him to know I wasn't happy.
His mouth fastened on one of my nipples. His tongue lashed over the
sensitive tip, driving me crazy. I struggled against him again.
Jake peeked up at me, sliding up my body until we were face to face.
"I'm really sorry, hon. I told her to call you a lot earlier than
that." He kissed me softly, then severely before plowing his cock
deep inside of me. I arched against him, taking him deep. He felt
so good.
Reverently he moved in and out, despite his initial forcefulness.
After ten years of marriage he knew my body. He knew unhurried
thrusts at first, gliding up slowly, and then down slowly, while
making contact with my clit, would get me wetter. I opened my legs
wider and dug my fingers into his rear, pulling him deeper. I
rocked against him. Soon we found our rhythm: Jake plunging in and
out of me while I arched up to meet him.
"I love you, Stacey. I love you so much," Jake growled near my ear.
I felt part of my anger dissolve, but not all of it. Familiar
frustration washed over me when I thought Jake was avoiding
something. Then I felt Jake tense slightly. His penis pulsed and
emptied warm semen deep inside me.
Jake's a good man, a good husband, a good lover. He is thoughtful -
most of the time - and he is sweet. He has a hidden erotic side
that always fascinated me. When we were dating, he would write
arousing little stories involving us or characters we could assume
were us. Every predicament, every plot or non-plotted out
description still stirred me up. The stories and poetry began to
taper off after our first anniversary. Any free time was spent with
law firm activities. I often reread those old letters and
reminisced. Things weren't the same lately.
Jake continued touching me gently, spreading our mingled juices
around my swollen labia and clit. He was also a patient man.
"It's no use. I'm sorry. It's just not happening." I gently
nudged Jake off of me and felt around our bed for my panties. I
felt him slump on the mattress next to me.
"What can I do?" he asked, concern in his voice.
"I don't know. I really don't know." I pulled on my panties and
straightened my nightgown. I turned to my side, away from Jake, and
let the tears slip from my eyes. I felt my husband pull the blanket
up around my shoulders. He kissed the back of my tangled hair
before he turned away and fell asleep.
It had been seven months since my last orgasm. Also for the past
seven months I've dealt with overwhelming feelings of guilt. My
past had come back to haunt me.
I felt screwed up. Damaged beyond repair. Frigid. Desperate. But
most of all I felt alone.
How did it all start? I was reading the local paper and recognized
a photo in the obituaries. I read about the woman and felt panicked
immediately. Lauren had died in a car accident that week. There
wasn't a long list of accomplishments or sorority affiliations
listed after her name. A husband grieved for her but no children.
By all accounts Lauren appeared to be a simple woman. How wrong.
Lauren introduced me to feelings I would never forget.
We became friends while I was away at college. I began working at a
strip club the last semester of college, hoping to earn extra money
to finance my upcoming move. I also needed to buy clothes for my
future career in the banking world. The extra money would help take
some of the pressure from my parents. A minister's salary wasn't
much.
Lauren was a dancer, raking in tips. I was a waitress, raking in
smaller tips. One weekend the owner asked if I would fill in for an
absent dancer. The jump in pay and the extra tips were too much to
pass up. During that time I managed to hide my part-time job from
my parents. I pushed the guilt to the back of my mind, justifying
my reason for working at the strip club as a way of helping my
parents. It was a lame excuse but it eased my conscience at the
time.
I was surprised at how much I actually enjoyed dancing on that
sleazy stage. I was a natural at dancing and always had a healthy
respect for my body. In many ways I didn't mind showing off my
figure. The flashing neon, loud music and skimpy costumes turned me
into a different woman. I enjoyed playing the part, maybe a little
too much. Taking off my clothes and dancing lewdly in front of a
bunch of strangers didn't bother me. I enjoyed the exhibitionism.
Lauren and I loved exchanging dance moves and stories about some of
the customers. We grew closer each day. Lauren was closer to me
than my own sister.
We had a brief fling eventually that led to my first lesbian
experience. I've never felt anything like it since. It's hard,
even now, to forget how her body felt. Her soft curves - smooth and
warm to the touch - opened to me, feeding me in a way I never
imagined. I had large breasts, wide and round, crested with deep
mauve nipples. My waist narrowed and then flared to generous hips.
Not too big, not too narrow. Lauren was fair and blonde, with small
upturned breasts topped off by fat, pale nipples. Our coloring and
bodies contrasted completely but when we were together, naked,
everything blended perfectly.
Everything felt so right, so natural. We both were able to bring
each other to orgasm again and again, instinctively knowing what to
do, how to touch and tease. That last night was wonderful. I was
still basking in the glow of our passion, Lauren's arms wrapped
sleepily around my waist, when my father called. Ice water flooded
my veins as he began questioning my whereabouts the previous day.
Yesterday, Saturday, was my baby nephew's christening. I was
expected and it wasn't like me to forget, he said. The whole family
was worried about me during and after the ceremony. He nearly drove
the four hours to Dayton to look for me. Thank the Lord I was safe,
he kept saying.
Guilt, like a heavy weight around my neck, began pulling me down.
The more I talked, the more I tried to cover up my activities. The
lies began to flow freely. I was going to burn in Hell. I lied to
my father, telling him my Daytimer had been stolen. I thought my
nephew's christening was the following weekend. I was at the
library late studying. The lies continued to flow.
That day seven months ago I stared at Lauren's picture in the
obituaries and relived our friendship. So many emotions came
flooding back. I wondered how our affair had affected her. I never
knew because I left Dayton as soon as possible. My background
growing up in a strict religious family taught me I had committed a
grievous sin. Homosexuality might be a feeling fallible, horrible,
demented human beings lived with, but to act on it was acknowledging
it and, therefore, saving me a place in Hell. All this, of course,
I learned while attending the Riverside Christian Academy. I was
constantly reminded of my weak nature. "It's the way all humans are
created," so said Brother Thomas, one of my counselors. "Sometimes
we all feel the need to do something against the wishes of God.
Suppressing that need is what makes us better humans; acting on that
need makes us sinners." I was definitely a sinner.
I should have told Jake about my past when we met . I couldn't
bring myself to do it, partly because of the overwhelming need to
hide my sinful past and partly because I wanted Jake to see me as
the woman to build a future with. I felt he wasn't the type of man
to want to get serious with an ex-stripper.
Now, ten years had gone by. How would he react now if I told him I
had stripped for money? I hardly expected him to understand how
much the tips helped me financially. I also had to face another
fact, something Jake would despise me for: I turned a few tricks
during that time. Four sex-for-money tricks, to be exact. How
would he feel if he knew that I enjoyed doing it?
Honestly, I didn't know how to deal with this now. The guilt was
eating away at me. I know Jake sensed it. He commented the other
night that I'd been drinking a little too much lately. In turn I
would lash out and ask him how many hours had he put in at the law
firm that week - was he billing 100 hours this week or only 90? He
wouldn't say much to me after that, just disappear into his study.
The guilt and self-loathing intensified with the drinking.
The next morning I slept a little later than usual. I watched Jake
emerge from the shower. Tall, with a slight stoop to his broad
shoulders, Jake couldn't help but attract attention. His eyes
sparkled when he talked and he loved to make people laugh. His dark
brown hair remained thick and wavy after all these years, curling
slightly when he let it reach his collar. Each year he just gets
better looking, I thought.
Water drops slid down his back. I had the urge to lick them off but
I held back. I wasn't ready for another disappointment so soon. I
couldn't deal with the fact that I was frigid. I insisted on longer
intervals between our lovemaking, hoping my body would react
normally again. Instead I ended up giving myself a pep talk as my
orgasm once again stayed dormant. The letdowns were getting tougher
to handle.
"Good morning," Jake said when he noticed I was awake.
"Good morning." I smiled up at my husband, snuggling deeper into
the warmth of our bed.
"I'm sorry about last night. I'm going to have a talk with John
today about hiring another associate. The work load is getting
ridiculous." Jake sat on the bed. "I also think we need a
vacation. We haven't had one of those in a while."
"That's a great idea," I said, reaching out to button his cuffs.
"Good. I'll have Deb work something up with the travel agent."
"Deb?" I asked, feeling that familiar tug of jealousy. "Since when
do you call her Deb?"
"C'mon, Stacey. What's wrong with calling my secretary by her first
name?
I pushed a hand through my tangled auburn hair and sighed.
"Nothing's wrong with it. I've been feeling a little edgy lately.
I apologize for snapping."
Jake leaned over and kissed my forehead, smoothing down a curl.
"I've noticed. A vacation will do us both some good. We need to
rediscover each other, Stacey." He fingered a curl that lay across
my cheek, his expression growing serious. He checked his watch and
frowned. "I need to run or I'll be late for the deposition. I'll
call you later." Jake hurried from the bedroom. A few moments
later I heard the back door slam and Jake's car start. I was alone
with my thoughts again.
My weekly appointment with my therapist was in an hour. My doctor
recommended him three months ago after I mentioned my physical
problem. I agreed that it was worth investigating. I hurried
through a shower and quickly dressed in khaki Capri pants and a
white short-sleeve T-shirt. I fluffed my thick hair with my fingers
and ran out the door.
Dr. Lehner's office was comfortable, for a psychiatrist. It wasn't
cold and formal but it wasn't exactly cozy either. Over time I
began to feel more at ease with him and able to discuss my deep
secrets without feeling embarrassed. He probably heard all kinds
of weird things. My problem couldn't have been too strange for him.
Still, I always felt a little ashamed.
"How are you today, Stacey?" Dr. Lehner started our session the same
way each week.
"Nervous, edgy, unhappy. The usual," I replied flippantly.
He watched me for a moment before turning to his notes. "Last week
we were talking about Lauren. Have you been thinking about her a
lot?"
"I try not to. I don't know how to stop. It's driving me crazy. I
really believe I'm going insane."
"You're not insane, Stacey. At least that's my diagnosis," Dr.
Lehner smiled dryly. "You do need to be honest with yourself and
your husband. I think you need to speak about your feelings with
him."
I nodded.
"Sometimes the love someone has for us may seem superficial on the
surface, especially after a long relationship, but over time those
bonds do strengthen. Occasionally we're forced to test these bonds.
If they break, most of the time they can be repaired. The important
thing is that you put everything on the table."
I tried to follow the doctor's train of thought. "I think I
understand what you're saying. I'm afraid of losing Jake, that's
true. I do love him. I do. He's a wonderful man and I want a
future with him."
"But?" Dr. Lehner added.
"But I'm also afraid I'm not all that he thinks I am. That's
confusing for you to hear, I'm sure. It's confusing to me."
"I'm not confused," Dr. Lehner said. "You need to feel comfortable
with your feelings, with the love and attraction you felt to Lauren,
just as you are attracted to your husband."
"I know."
"It's perfectly fine to be bisexual, Stacey."
I stared at him. I wanted to be shocked that he, a doctor, felt I
was - am - bisexual. In the back of my mind, behind all the things
that were making me feel guilty, that label lurked. "Bisexual." It
wasn't a question anymore. It was a statement. I tested the word
on my tongue.
I left Dr. Lehner's office in a daze. I stopped by a liquor store
and bought a few bottles of wine, a six-pack of microbrew for Jake
and a bottle of Scotch.
Even though the word was out in the open, I still didn't know how to
deal with it. Bisexual. How would this affect my marriage? Would
Jake want a divorce now? What was going to happen to us?
Being a daughter of a minister had taught me many things. My father
believed that an intimate relationship with the same sex was a sin.
Psychiatrists spoke with a heathen tongue and should be virtually
ignored. No sense wasting money on something the Lord could fix if
I lived His way. I was becoming confused again. Dr. Lehner put it
out on the table for me. I was bisexual, therefore a sinner and in
defiance of the Lord's work.
***
"Where the hell is that corkscrew?" I mumbled as I rummaged through
the kitchen drawers. I was alone in my house, as usual, trying to
open a second bottle of wine. It was 9:00 p.m. and Jake was not
home yet. "Fuck you, Jake. Fuck you and your secretary," I
screeched to the silence, throwing the first empty bottle into the
recycle bin. I flinched as the bottle broke into several pieces.
Jake promised he would be home early tonight. Once again I was let
down. Dinner was ruined, not that I had an appetite any more. I
was content with drinking my meals lately. "Look on the bright
side," I thought, "at least you won't have to struggle with the
inability to orgasm tonight, or-," I gulped the wine, sloshing some
across my white shirt, "to break the news to husband dearest. Oh,
by the way, I like to have sex with women. Does that bother you at
all, Jake honey? And if that doesn't bother you, how about those
itty bitty prostitution jobs I worked? Would it help if I told you
I only enjoyed them only a little?" I was drunk.
"Dammit!" I slammed the wine glass down on the counter and peeled
off my shirt, throwing the stained blouse in the sink. In a fit of
anger I peeled off my bra, pants and panties, throwing them to the
floor. I stumbled into our bedroom and fumbled with my night stand.
At last I found what I was looking for and clutched it to my naked
chest. I staggered back into the kitchen, grabbed the wine bottle
and wandered out into the back yard.
The moon was full and bright, illuminating the neatly manicured back
yard. A chaise lounge looked comfortable on the deck so I hauled my
shaky body over and fell into the cushions. Trees shielded me from
view all around. I was free of discovery. Somehow this made me
feel angrier. Forgetting my wine glass, I took another swig from the
bottle of wine.
I opened my legs and felt between them. I choked back a sob when my
fingers met with dry flesh. I tapped my clitoris, hoping to wake it
up. When nothing happened, I turned on the vibrator still clutched
to my chest. I felt the hum of the vibrator reverberate through my
breasts. "Vaginal dryness is normal," I mocked a television
commercial. Or was that from one of the many doctors I had visited
in the last seven months?
I touched the tip of the vibrating wand to my clitoris, drawing it
back suddenly. I licked my fingers, dragging the saliva around the
dry folds of my labia. I touched the vibrator once again to the
entrance of my vagina and worked it around. I thought about Jake,
the beautiful man I married. I imagined his body on top of me, his
mouth finding me, wetting me. Yes, I could feel the pulsing of the
toy but it never developed into anything more. I pressed it to my
sleeping clit, praying . . . praying . . .
"NO!" I threw the vibrator into the dark yard. I could vaguely
hear it buzzing, like a huge insect caught in a spider's web. "No,"
I sobbed against the cushions of the chair. I reached for the wine
bottle.
***
I heard Jake before I felt him. "Oh, babe," Jake groaned in one
exhaled breath. "I'm sorry."
I was still curled around my wine bottle, naked, in the chaise. I
struggled past the nausea and strange surroundings to find his
voice. I wanted to turn toward him but couldn't command my stiff
limbs to move. I shivered in the cool night air. I didn't care any
more. How many times was I supposed to patiently wait for Jake to
spend time with me? Or, had he already discovered my secret and
chosen to stay away?
He leaned over and slipped his strong arms beneath my knees and
back. He held me close to his warm chest, murmuring apologies into
my hair. The wine bottle slipped from my grasp and crashed to the
deck. The sound was deafening.
I must have drifted into unconsciousness once again. I awoke
midmorning to the bright glare of sunshine sifting through the
blinds. I was naked and Jake was curled, spoon-fashion, against my
back. He was still in his work clothes, shirt sleeves rolled up,
and his strong arms were fastened around my waist. I looked around
the room for a few moments, trying to assemble a few thoughts. The
clock read 10:23 a.m.. It was a weekday and Jake was still in our
bed.
I stirred. Jake's arms tightened protectively around my naked body.
His fingers brushed lightly up and over my breasts until he reached
my cheek. He touched me softly. "It's over, Stacey. Things are
going to change as of this morning. You are too important to me.
We are too important together. I realize how unreasonable all this
has been for you."
I licked my dry lips. "What do you mean it's over?"
"You make me alive, Stacey. Not my job. I don't know why I let
all that work take the place of being with you."
"You quit?" We stayed locked in the same position. Truthfully I
didn't think I could move without upsetting the gentle balance
between my head and stomach.
"John and I hashed out a few things late last night. One of the
associates from another office is coming in to handle part of the
work load. The case we were working together settled. The pressure
of that trial is off. It seemed like a good time to take a leave of
absence and work some things out," Jake explained, playing with one
of my curls.
I didn't know what to say.
"I've been selfish, Stacey," Jake continued, "I asked you to quit
your job years ago, thinking how nice it would be to have a wife at
home, waiting for me when I got finished at work. I wanted this
pretty picture of suburban bliss. I didn't keep up my end of the
bargain by coming home to lavish attention on my beautiful wife.
How could I have been so stupid or blind?"
"Things just snow-balled, Jake. Business picked up and things had
to be done," I was making excuses for my husband. I couldn't
believe it myself.
"I had no right asking you to give up your career. In fact, I would
even understand at this point if you had an affair. I would
completely understand why you needed the attention. Not that it
wouldn't hurt any less, I would just understand why."
"An affair? Do you think I've been having an affair?" I asked.
"You're not home a lot during the day, especially on Thursdays.
I've also noticed a big withdrawal from our bank account on those
days, sometimes the day before." I felt Jake shrug against my bare
back. "I put two and two together . . . "
I shook my head. "We've been keeping too much from each other.
Yes, I have a standing appointment on Thursdays but it's not at a
motel." I didn't know if I should tell Jake yet. I didn't feel
ready.
"Can you talk about it?"
"I've been seeing a psychiatrist."
Those words hung in the air around us for a while. I felt Jake
shift behind me. I closed my eyes when he hugged me closer to him.
"Damn, Stacey."
"There's a lot going on, Jake. I've been feeling very fucked up
lately. I know that I need to talk to you more but you weren't
always available. Then, when I heard you talk about your secretary,
how you take her to lunch, give her bonuses when she works late, I
get jealous. I've never felt jealous before. I've also never been
frigid before. These things just have a way of getting to me right
now. I guess I want to punish you in a way, by keeping things from
you." I took a deep breath, swallowing back the lump in my throat.
"I have so much I want to talk to you about, so much I need to tell
you. You may hate me when it's all said and done but I need to get
it off my chest soon."
"Fuck everything else that's on the schedule right now. Let's just
run away together and settle things," Jake said. "We can get
through this."
This was going to be it. The trip would be the turning point in our
marriage. Away from our everyday surroundings, we would be forced
to face my issues. What happened after that would be anyone's
guess.
***
Jake and I quickly settled into our cabin on the cruise ship. We
spared no expense. In my mind, this trip was either a second
honeymoon or a farewell excursion. Either way, we decided to make
it first class. As for Jake, I believe he saw this trip as a second
honeymoon. He handled all the arrangements and logistics of the
trip with lighthearted enthusiasm. Only I knew what he was in for.
I was afraid of crushing him.
Our cabin was larger than a normal cabin. We had one large bed, a
separate sitting area and a small walk-out balcony outside the
bedroom. My eyes found the champagne chilling on the bedside table
as an omen. I wasn't ready for sex. Not yet. Jake sensed my
anxiety and smoothed one of his hands down my back. "What do you
say we change clothes and walk around for a while? A cold beer
sounds good."
"That sounds great. I'm a little hungry, too." I quickly unpacked,
stowing our suitcases in the closet. Jake started hanging up our
clothes.
"Stacey, what's this?" I turned around and smiled at Jake. He was
holding up my new bikini: Margarita green underwire top with a
matching thong. He kept rearranging the bottoms in his hands,
trying to determine which end was up. He looked up at me, a silly
smile on his face.
I grabbed it from his hands and held it in front of me. "It's my
new bikini." I shoved it into a drawer.
"You mean you're going to wear something with your ass hanging out
like that?" Jake was still smiling.
"Maybe. Well, yes. I had planned to wear it on the beach. I have
a cute little sarong that ties around my waist. If you have a
problem--"
"--no, not at all. I think I might like this look on you."
I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. He caressed my ass
through the fabric of my khaki shorts.
We explored the ship the rest of the morning. We found a shaded
table on one of the decks. Jake ordered a Heineken and I ordered a
margarita. We nibbled on some fresh fruit and cheese as we waited
for our lunch order, absorbing the balmy sea breeze and the wide
expanse of turquoise water over the railing. The surroundings were
truly relaxing and beautiful. Gradually I felt some of my anxiety
slipping away with each sip of the tequila cocktail. Jake touched
my hand. I looked up at him and smiled, almost shyly. I held his
hand, looking into his smiling eyes. I did love him. He picked up
a strawberry and touched it to my mouth. I parted my lips and
licked at the strawberry with the tip of my tongue. My eyes never
left his. He dragged the lush fragrant fruit across my lower lip,
stopping to lightly push the tip between my lips. My lips closed
around the tip of the fruit and my cheeks collapsed a little as I
sucked. I stopped sucking and parted my lips, licking the
strawberry and his fingers before biting heartily into the fruit.
Jake ate the other half with a grin.
"Do you know one of the things I really miss?" I looked up at my
husband as I said this. His eyebrows shot up in question.
"Tell me."
"All those hot letters you used to write," I smiled for a moment
before continuing, "Oh, Jake, they were so incredible. Do you know
how good they were?"
Jake shrugged. "It's just a hobby. I've always like to write. I
wish I had more time for it."
"I know I could tell you to prioritize these things, just so you
could write, but that's got to be up to you."
Jake nodded, his eyes sparkling as he watched me.
I continued, "I saved every one of those letters. I still dig them
out of my closet and read them. They mean so much to me."
"Really? I didn't realize--"
"I know, because I never really told you. I'm telling you now.
Those letters, those stories you wrote would get me so worked up . .
. it was almost like . . ." I paused a moment. I felt the warmth of
a blush spreading over my cheeks.
"What? Tell me," Jake took my hand, kissing the palm.
"Well, I wondered if you wanted to act out some of the scenarios you
wrote about."
Jake grinned, licking my palm after his last kiss. "Would you?
Some of that stuff was a little . . . I don't know . . . over the
edge."
"I might like over the edge."
Jake continued to grin.
"Do you remember that one character you wrote about, Miranda I
believe her name was? She enjoyed showing off in front of men. She
had a partner, a man, who told her what to do at times and she got a
thrill out of performing for him. He clearly enjoyed it, too."
"Yeah, I remember her," Jake said.
"And?"
"Are you saying that you wouldn't mind performing for me?" Jake
asked. "I admit I love the idea but I didn't think you would
appreciate being put in that position."
"I'm not being 'put into a position' if I want to do it for you.
It's like, I wouldn't mind doing certain things for you if I knew
you were in control of the situation. Almost like I didn't have to
feel responsible for anything I did while you were telling me what
to do. And you would never tell me to do anything that was
objectionable to you. Am I making sense?" I sipped my drink,
frowning over the salted rim at Jake.
"It does make sense. Somehow." Jake laughed. "This is
interesting, Stacey. I never realized you felt that way. Wow. And
we've waited ten years to tell each other this?"
I smiled.
"I've never regretted marrying you," he said through his sparkling
smile.
"You might," I answered. Suddenly the spell was broken.
"How can you say that?"
"This trip, it's a way for us to reconnect, to talk things out,
right? We're not likely to run away from each other this week.
We're stuck on this boat to hash it out. I have some things I need
to tell you," I told Jake in a quiet yet firm tone of voice.
Jake frowned, releasing my hand. "This sounds ominous, Stacey."
"It is. Or, I guess it could be. It depends on how you react.
I've had some time to think it through. What I have to say will be
totally new to you."
"I'm a little afraid of what might happen," he said.
"I'm afraid, too."
I watched Jake finish off his bottle of Heineken. It was half full
when he started drinking. He put the empty bottle on the table with
a loud clatter. I sipped my margarita, taking a bite of my Caesar
salad. I watched Jake cautiously.
"Tonight we could do a little dancing if you feel like it," he said.
I nodded. "Sure."
"Or we could do a little gambling in the casino."
I made a face at Jake. "You can gamble if you want. I would rather
not."
His smile faded. "When do we start?"
"Start talking?"
"Yes. When are you going to give me something to work with?" Jake
asked. "I don't mind telling you this is making me anxious."
I thought for a moment. I knew it was best to jump right in but I
didn't know where to start. I leaned forward and took his hands.
He leaned closer. "My psychiatrist tells me that I should tell you
everything. Keeping secrets will eat away at me, at us. It's best
you know . . . "
Jake gripped my hands.
"Jake, I think for a long time now I've hidden the fact that I have,
or had, feelings for someone else that came along in my life before
I met you." I studied my husband's expression. His face was blank
of judgment so far. "The person I had feelings for will come as a
shock. It was hard for me to come to terms with it too, but the
more I think about it, the more I realize now that I was in love
with . . . this person."
I took a deep breath as I watched him absorb what I just said.
"This person? Stacey, are you saying--"
"I'm bi, Jake. The other person I had feelings for was a woman.
I'm bisexual." Suddenly I felt the ton of bricks that had been
sitting on my chest slowly fall away. "It was so hard, Jake, so
hard to come to terms with that fact. But if you'll let me, I'll
tell you about her."
Jake leaned back in his chair. My hands slid from his and I laid
them flat on the table. I watched my husband. This was going to be
tough.
"I'm surprised, I guess. I'm not totally shocked, though." Jake
ran his hands up and through his hair. He pulled his chair closer
to our table, sliding to my side. "It's not like it's written all
over your face or anything, Stacey. And it's not something I feel
threatens what we have, unless you want to leave me for her." His
blue eyes looked at me worriedly. I reached out and lay my palm
against the side of his rugged face. I felt the beginnings of a
beard beneath my palm. My thumb touched his bottom lip, dragging it
over the firm flesh until I found the dimple in his chin. Our
foreheads touched.
"I don't want to leave you for anybody, Jake. I love you," I said.
"This is just a part of me I never gave you the opportunity to know
before we were married." A strand of my hair tangled in one of my
earrings. I felt it when the wind blew across my face. Jake
noticed and untangled my hair from the silver hoop. I reached for
his hand. "There's more, but maybe later. Why don't we go for a
swim?"
Jake pulled me to my feet. "Let's go."
I nodded. It took me seven months. How could I expect Jake to get
over it in ten minutes?
I started peeling off my clothes as soon as we stepped into our
cabin. I felt hot and sticky and something else: a little self-
conscious. I felt that Jake was seeing me in a different way. I
didn't even turn around to see if he was watching me undress. I
heard him behind me taking off his clothes, searching the dresser
for his swim trunks. I pulled the bottoms to last year's red bikini
over my hips. I turned around facing Jake as I tied the bikini top
behind my neck. He reached over and tied the other ends across my
back. "I don't get to see you in your new bikini yet?" he asked,
feigning a pout.
"Maybe tomorrow. I have a bikini for every day, you know. I can't
travel with just one. Or two." I giggled at his expression: an
exaggerated roll of his eyes and a frown.
"I heard there's a place we're going to stop that has a nude beach."
Jake's eyebrows rose and fell as he said "nude beach."
I laughed. "Then I won't be needing a suit at all."
"You'd really go nude?" Jake asked, smiling wolfishly.
"Do you mind if I do?" I asked, winking back at him. "I'm not
ashamed of my body in the least. In fact, I'm rather comfortable
with it. Besides, it'll be new and different."
"Stacey, I don't mind at all. I love looking at your body. It
doesn't bother me that others admire your body. I know that at the
end of the day, I am the lucky guy who gets it all to myself."
I gazed at Jake. "Really? It doesn't bother you when other men
look at me?"
"No."
"Does it bother you about what I said earlier? I mean, the part
about wanting to live out some of those erotic stories you used to
write?"
"Definitely not."
I nodded and smiled. "C'mon. Let's go swim. I could use another
one of those margaritas, too."
Jake smacked my ass as we left our room. I giggled as I ran from
him, Jake snapping his towel at my legs.
We spent the next hour wrapped around each other in the pool. One
of my favorite feelings is being held up by Jake, nearly weightless
in the water, my legs wrapped around his waist, the hair on his
chest brushing against my belly. We had a few drinks at the swim up
bar. Alcohol loosened our tongues a little more.
"Did you have sex with her?" Jake finally asked.
"Yes."
"How? I mean, it was all oral, right?" Jake asked. He seemed
interested, but more as a titillating subject of conversation. He
didn't seem to realize that it was raising certain feelings in me.
"Right. Oral. We used our hands, too." I asked for another
margarita.
"How did it happen?" Jake asked, watching me take a few sips of the
strong margarita.
I didn't know if I should tell him about the dancing yet. My brain
was feeling fuzzy and I wasn't sure if my judgment was on the mark.
Still, as with any alcohol-laced illusion, I decided to plunge
ahead. "We danced together."
Jake smiled. "You met at a club?"
"You could say that."
"You picked a woman up at a club - or she picked you up at a club -
and you both decided to have sex? Just like that?"
"No, it wasn't like that," I sighed, I sipped my drink, sucking an
ice cube into my mouth. I rolled the ice around in my mouth before
shattering it with my teeth. "We danced together at a strip club."
Jake's smile left his face immediately. "You what?"
"You know, strip club, titty bar, the pole in the center of the
stage--"
"--I know what a strip bar is," Jake interjected.
I nodded. "There you go. Bombshell number two." "Wait. Let me get
this straight. You used to dance naked at a bar? Before we met?"
"Yes, before we met. And, no, I wore a g-string. And, no, I would
start off wearing clothes. Eventually I got down to a g-string." I
couldn't believe my attitude. I was starting to treat this as a
joke, shrugging as if it didn't really matter.
"How long?"
"About four months or so, last semester of college. The money was
good," I said, draining my fourth margarita. I leaned back in the
water, wetting my hair. The sun burned bright orange behind my
closed lids. My face felt flushed. When I pulled back up,
smoothing the water from my eyes, Jake was staring at me.
"I'm sorry, Jake. I know it was wrong keeping it from you."
Jake's eyes had grown cold. He grasped me around the waist and
pulled me off of him, flinging me a little harshly aside. I
watched, stunned, as he left the pool.
I ordered another margarita. My hand shook as I signed the bar tab.
I should have expected him to react like that. But still, I felt
shocked. We couldn't ignore this and we couldn't avoid each other
the rest of the trip. After this drink I was going to find him.
Hopefully he would be calmer by then.
Finding our room wasn't as easy as I thought it would be. By the
time I entered our suite my bikini was completely dry and I had
developed a little headache. If I were to shut my eyes the darkness
behind them would spin.
Jake didn't look at me when I walked up to him. He lifted a beer
bottle to his lips and drained it. I watched him, feeling sorry for
him. "I'm sorry, Jake. But what's done is done. At least I told
you."
"What did your parents say?" Jake knew my parents, the minister and
his wife. He knew my upbringing.
I rolled my eyes dramatically. "I'm sure, Jake. I never told them.
Are you kidding? It would kill them. Some secrets are okay to
keep. Between me and you, it's not healthy. I mean, think about
these past several months . . . " I let the last comment trail off.
Jake was all too aware of my problems in the bedroom.
I perched on the ottoman at Jake's feet, trying to read his stony
expression. A muscle worked in his jaw. A breeze from the open
balcony door ruffled our hair. I touched his naked thigh. I felt
up his leg, seeking to comfort him somehow. I moved my hand over
his lap, kneading the part of him I felt underneath. He began to
grow hard at my touch.
"Not now." Jake gently pushed my hand away. "Maybe now, since
you're being so honest, I can tell you a few of the things I've been
feeling."
I sat back. His expression had changed a little. His eyes were
still cold but the muscles in his jaw were relaxed. He managed a
tight smile. "Please tell me what you're thinking," I said.
Jake stood up, lumbering to the door. He spread his arms wide,
leaning against the door jam. "I've been a little bored with our sex
life." He turned at this comment, eyeing me for a reaction. I
sensed an anger beneath him. I stepped carefully.
"Bored? I can't blame you there. I think we could do with a little
something new."
"Maybe it's why I've been spending so much time at the office.
Maybe I'm looking for a reason not to come home sometimes because I
know we'll make love the same way, same position." He shrugged,
turning back to the vista.
I was a little hurt but I felt almost the same way. I watched him
as he struggled with what he wanted to say next. "But what I told
you earlier, about wanting to act out---"
"---Yes, I know. That's a step in the right direction. But still.
Maybe we need to see other people for a while," Jake continued, "not
that I have anyone in mind, it just seems like--"
"No."
He turned back to me.
"I mean, we can work this out together." I paced the room, nervous
agitation dissolving the buzz from earlier. "Let's work this out.
Tell me something you never thought you could tell me. Don't be
afraid of hurting me." I stepped up to Jake, eyeing him intently.
"Do it."
Jake stared at me. When deep in thought he had the habit of chewing
the inside of his mouth. He was doing that now.
"I know you have temptations. Secrets. All men do. Let something
off your chest, share it with me." I took Jake's hand. "Please?"
Jake smirked. "You won't like it."
"I took that chance already with telling you. Give me something
back." I pulled his hand to my chest, pushing his hand over my
heavy breast. "Tell me."
Jake rubbed my nipple through the fabric, bringing it to a hard
point. " It's about Deb."
I swallowed.
"She came on to me one night while we were working late. She
stripped down to her bra and panties before I could stop her. She
had my pants unzipped and wanted to--"
"Did you?"
"I made her stop. She was embarrassed but made it clear she wasn't
sorry. She said she wanted me, anytime, anyplace. I told her I
didn't feel the same. It never went farther than that."
"Did she have your dick in her mouth?" I felt the panic rise in me.
"Her hand."
"It went that far before you stopped her?" I wanted to cry. I held
back as much as I could. After all, I had asked for honesty.
"We didn't do anything, Stacey. That was it. I couldn't. I love
you and wouldn't do anything to hurt you."
"How long ago was this?"
"A few weeks ago," Jake looked at me stoically before continuing, "I
told John last night she needs to work for someone else. He's
supposed to offer her a new position with the new associate.
Fortunately we feel there is no reason to be concerned about sexual
harassment charges. She was caught with her face buried in the lap
of her last employer. She's as good as gone."
I nodded, stepping away from him. "That's good." I didn't know
what else to say, I was fighting with my feelings of jealousy.
"We've both been handed some heavy situations to deal with. Why
don't we take some time by ourselves to think things through?"
"You never fucked her?" I asked. Jealous rage was winning the
battle inside of me.
"No. Don't you trust me?"
I looked at Jake and only stared. I couldn't answer him at that
moment.
Jake turned and strode to the door. It was getting late and, from
the sounds drifting in our open balcony door, activities on board
were starting. "I'm going out. I want to think. If you want to
work things out, let me know in some way. Otherwise, maybe we need
a different kind of solution." My throat constricted as I watched
him leave.
I spent the next two hours talking to myself. I did trust Jake. I
never trusted Deb. She just had that look about her, almost a sneer
every time we met. It didn't surprise me that she was after my
husband. It did surprise me that Jake had enough willpower to back
away from her. Even though she was a bitch, she was a stunning
bitch. I decided, given what I hit Jake with earlier, he deserved
his minor almost-indiscretion.
I decided to find him and begin our adventure. I had a plan, a plan
that I was sure would arouse him. I started the evening with a
steamy shower and exotically scented soap I purchased from the
ship's gift shop. I slowly lathered some of the soap between my
legs. I touched myself through the lather, smiling at the sudden
tingle my touch brought. I reached for Jake's razor, propping my
leg on the edge of the tub and carefully, very carefully, began to
shave off all of my pubic hair. I've never gone totally bare, even
while dancing. The barest I've ever been is a closely trimmed strip
of red-brown stubble shadowing my pubic mound. Jake mentioned once,
even wrote about it many times, how the lacy folds of a bare pussy
turned him on. Later I admired my handiwork, legs spread and a
mirror held between them. Yes, a bare pussy was a fascinating
sight.
***
I found Jake later on in the casino. I sat at the bar near a place
I could watch him, easily hidden from view. If he turned towards
the bar, all I had to do was slip behind one of the mirrored
columns. I sipped a white wine spritzer, wanting to keep my head
clear for a while. I intended to show Jake what I thought of his
desire to work things out. I decided to show him instead of tell
him, though. I hoped he would appreciate my intentions.
I dressed carefully for the evening, wishing to attract the
attention of my husband as well as other men. I wore a white silk
halter that tied under my breasts. My skin was darkened slightly by
the sun and made more luminous by a light dusting of shimmery
powder. The top was tight against my chest but not so tight that my
breasts didn't jiggle and bounce a little when I walked. I always
enjoyed that feeling. The darkness of my nipples also stood out
behind the light fabric. My skirt was short, shorter than mid-thigh
and I didn't wear panties underneath. I wore a pair of gold
stiletto sandals on my feet. My legs were long, shapely and oiled
to a silky sheen.
I watched Jake, mostly oblivious to what was going on around me. He
seemed to be involved at the blackjack table with a young blonde
woman. He didn't openly flirt, if that's possible. With Jake, it
was hard to tell. He always struck me as a walking wet dream.
Broad shoulders, rugged good looks and that adorable dimple in his
chin, all to me were breathtakingly handsome. The young woman
seemed to be enthralled with him. He leaned closer to her and
whispered something in her ear. They both laughed. I smiled,
imagining what Jake could have said, all the while tamping down that
little feeling of jealously that was threatening to erupt. He loved
me, he said, and I believed him. He wanted some adventure. So did
I. She, the blonde, wrote something on a napkin and handed it to
Jake. I watched him read it and place it on the table. The blonde
smiled before making her way to the bar. I watched her approach
with more than a little curiosity. How long did it take for them to
begin talking? Did she always hand over her room number to strange
men? I caught the eye of a gentleman across the bar. He seemed
amused at my visual dressing down of my opponent. I smiled, raising
my glass in greeting, before tipping it to my lips.
The blonde returned to the spot next to Jake, handing him a beer.
Jake took a sip before placing the cold bottle on top of the napkin
she had written on. To me that was a good sign. If she had written
her room number on the napkin, the condensation from the cold bottle
would surely muddle the writing.
They both continued to play while I watched. After another hand, I
decided it was time to make my move. I tugged on my skirt as I
stood. An empty chair stood at the black jack table across from
Jake and the blonde. I needed to get to that chair before anyone
else did.
I strutted across the room, the only thing I could do dressed the
way I was dressed. I felt my legs stretch, my hips swing and each
leg lengthen and straighten with each step. One foot in front of
the other, shoulders back, breasts jutted out, hips lazily swinging,
lips together, teeth apart. I was putting on another show. I felt
eyes on me, I heard a few comments as I worked my way past a few
men. It wasn't my imagination when I felt a hand lightly smooth
over the curve of my ass.
I made it to the blackjack table and slid into the seat at the end.
I crossed my legs at the thigh. The dealer winked at me and I
smiled back. Earlier the bartender had stuffed a few cherries on
the end of a plastic sword and tossed them into a fresh drink. I
now tongued one of the cherries slowly as I flirted with the young
exotic-looking dealer. My eyes shifted to Jake. He was frozen in
shock. He had noticed me.
I gazed heavy-lidded at my husband, my tongue continuing to lick and
suck on the cherry. Jake lifted his beer and drank from it, his
eyes never leaving mine. I slid the cherry from the stick and bit
into it. He smiled.
I played a few hands, winning one, losing two, before catching the
blonde's eye. She noticed that Jake was watching me and she, in
turn, watched me. I uncrossed my legs a la Sharon Stone in Basic
Instinct and gave them both a nice view of my shaved pussy. Jake
took a deep breath. The blonde turned away and directed her
attention to the woman on the other side of her.
I excused myself from the table to slink by Jake. The blonde had
turned away momentarily. I caught her looking over her shoulder at
me as I met up with Jake. "Meet me in the men's room."
Jake's eyes widened. I left before he had the chance to stop me. I
could tell without looking back that he was following at a leisurely
pace.
I knocked on the men's room door before pushing my way inside. No
one was standing at the urinals. I looked under the stall doors
and realized we had a few stolen moments alone. Still, we could get
caught. I wondered if they would force us to disembark at the next
port if we were caught? Or, could we get thrown in the brig? Jake
caught me giggling when he entered the men's room. He didn't say a
word. Neither did I. I quickly fell to my knees in front of him
and unzipped his Dockers. I pulled out his half erect penis and
sucked it into my mouth. He grew harder with each stroke of my fist
up and down his shaft. I would pull back briefly, tonguing and
sucking his sensitive head, much like I had done the cherry earlier,
before sliding him deep to the back of my throat. "Mmmmm . . so
good . . . ." I moaned as he began to thrust his hips towards my
face. I felt his hands dig into my tousled auburn hair, pulling
occasionally. I felt his balls tighten beneath my hand. I pushed
my fingers against the skin behind his scrotum, stroking him with
both hands now as he began to come.
Jake groaned, cursing me for what I had done to him. No, he wasn't
angry with me. I stood up, wiping the remains of his ejaculation
from my lips. I checked my makeup in the one mirror in the small
men's room before stepping behind Jake. I heard him zip his pants
when I leaned forward and whispered into his ear: "I want to bring
your fantasies alive" Before pushing through the door of the men's
room, I turned back to Jake and said one more thing: "Danielle in
your story 'Confessions of a Lonely Woman'."
I left Jake standing motionless in the men's room.
***
I woke up the next morning to Jake looming over me. He had a look
on his face, a look of evil intent and mischief. I stretched
lazily, exposing a naked thigh from the sheets. "Yes? How may I
serve you today?"
"I like that." Jake leaned over and kissed me on the lips,
caressing my naked thigh through the sheet. After last night's show
he came back to the room and we talked some more. He was blown away
by what I had done, thoroughly enjoyed every second of it. We had
reached a truce regarding yesterday's confessions and were eager to
test our adventurous spirits once again. "I thought so." I groaned
and rolled to my belly, giving him a sliver of a glimpse of my naked
backside before pulling the sheet over me. He pulled the sheet
away.
I felt something light land on my naked back. "I want you to wear
this today." I reached behind me and found my pale green thong
bikini.
"Okay."
"We'll be spending some time on deck today. I'll bring you anything
you want as long as you do exactly as I say," Jake said.
"I can handle that."
"Then we'll dress for dinner and go dancing."
"Okay."
"You'll be asked to do a few things. A few very different things."
I rolled over and looked up at him. "Whatever you say." I
stretched again.
I looked at my husband. He leaned over me and kissed me on the
lips, fondling my breasts with his big hands. He smoothed his palm
down my belly, stopping to cup my shaved cunt in his hand.
"You won't regret it," he said.
I purred, moving against his hand. He retracted his embrace on my
sex and left.
I lay there for a few minutes, considering the change that had come
over my husband. It was not unpleasant in the least. It was
different, demanding almost, forceful. Yet I felt like he was doing
it all for me.
We made our way to one of the decks. We were the picture of perfect
marital bliss. Jake held my hand as we walked, making me laugh,
just like old times. Now our old times were beginning to take on a
new edge.
A line of deck chairs lay empty in the sun. We picked two near the
end, an empty one on either side of us. Jake reached into my bag
for the beach towels and tanning oil. "Do you want something to
drink? How about a sangria or daiquiri?" Jake asked as I stripped
off my sarong. I presented my backside to him. I took my time
leaning over, spreading out our towels on the chairs. I could
already feel the sun warming my exposed bottom.
I turned and met Jake's smile. "A daiquiri sounds good."
A few minutes later Jake returned with our drinks. He stripped off
his shirt; I always got a thrill watching him do that, his muscles
still rippled under his lightly tanned chest and shoulders. After
he sat down we started talking, more than we have been able to talk
in a long time. I loved every minute of it.
"Stacey, I want you to spread your legs a little," Jake said. I
couldn't see his eyes behind his dark glasses. His request came
right out of the blue, in the middle of a discussion over whether we
were going to go snorkeling today or wait until tomorrow.
My legs were bent at the knee, feet flat on the warm towel. I slid
my feet farther apart, opening my thighs to the sun. I felt how the
back strap to the thong bottoms had tightened and disappeared in the
crevice just behind my vagina. I could imagine what I looked like;
maybe, from the vantage point of facing me, like a ripe peach. Or
like two firm and juicy segments of an orange ready to be peeled
apart.
"I want you to rub oil between your thighs. Pretend you only want
to make sure the sun reaches between your legs. We both know
differently though, don't we, Stacey?"
I nodded, reaching for the bottle of tanning oil. The oil flowed
fast and warm into my cupped palm, overflowing and splashing on my
naked belly. Some of it dripped on either side while a few drops
pooled in my navel. I turned my hand over, letting the remaining
hot oil drip on the top of one thigh, watching as the thin liquid
slowly dripped inside my thigh. Jake watched all of this, smiling
his pleasure.
I ran my hand slowly up and down the inside of my thigh, casually,
maybe accidentally, brushing over my aroused sex. I did the same
with the other leg, licking my lips as I worked the oil into my firm
flesh. I reached between my legs and oiled what showed of my
bottom, those two crescent-shaped and exposed areas that joined at
the center, underneath the now hidden strip of margarita-green
material.
"You're being watched," Jake said.
I looked up and noticed three grinning gentlemen sitting on the
opposite side of the deck in an identical bank of deck chairs. I
smiled at them.
"They want to fuck you," Jake said, handing me my drink. My hand
covered his as I sucked from the straw. My eyes never left the men
across from us. "But they know they can't. They'd have to kill me
first." Jake seemed pleased at this thought and leaned over to kiss
me on the lips.
I leaned back and enjoyed the sun. Jake did the same. I started to
drift off to sleep when a shadow interrupted my sun-bathing. I
opened my eyes, shading them with my hands, and caught the backside
of the blonde from last night as she strutted by in a tiny blue
bikini. She was stunning. I admired the pretty curve of her
exposed ass and the tiny blue and teal dolphin tattooed on one
exposed buttock. Very pretty. She was also very bold as she
plopped down in the chair on the other side of Jake.
Jake turned to look at the woman, smiling a greeting. "Hey, Kelly.
How did you do last night?"
Kelly perched upright in her chair, lifting her graceful arms to tie
her luxuriant blonde hair up in a knot. She smiled down at my
husband, winking, before rolling over to her belly. In those few
seductive seconds of her graceful turn she managed to reveal one
breast, one light brown nipple, lovely cleavage, tight abdominals, a
silky hip and most of her sweet round ass. "It could have been much
better, if you know what I mean." She smiled up at Jake, laying her
head on her crossed arms. I couldn't take my eyes off her.
She was cute, if not a little infuriating. I mean, she was flirting
with my husband. Then again, she probably thought I was just a slut
Jake had picked up from last night, after my little display in the
casino. And, right at that moment, there I was sitting with my legs
open a little too much, enjoying the warmth of the tropical sun on
my barely unexposed cunt. I glanced down and tugged at the thong
and the now damp fabric that had wedged up too high between my
labia.
She craned her neck to look past Jake at me. "Hi. I'm Kelly. I
guess we didn't get a chance to meet last night." She smiled at me,
extending her hand in my direction. I was a little stunned but I
leaned over and shook her hand anyway.
"Hello Kelly. I'm Stacey and I guess you already met Jake, my
husband." I didn't want to sound catty or pissed but I'm afraid
there's just no easy way to introduce your husband to a woman he'd
been caught openly flirting with and enjoying it.
"Oh, wow," Kelly cringed. "You know, it's not what you think.
Well, maybe it is. We never got around to the 'are you attached'
question last night," Kelly said. "Hey, if I'm making you guys
uncomfortable, I can leave."
Jake turned to look at me. It was my move, my call. "Don't be
silly, Kelly. Neither one of us feels threatened by a third party.
Isn't that right Jake?" He smiled in response.
"No. Stacey's right. Please stay."
Jake reached across me and grabbed the bottle of oil. His chest and
head loomed over my tits. No one, unless they were standing right
above us, could see when he quickly and playfully bit my nipple
through the fabric of my top. He leaned back in his chair, smiling
wickedly. "Stacey, why don't you turn over and I'll oil your back."
I turned over, probably not as gracefully as Kelly but with just as
much attention. I wasn't a petite woman. I wasn't angular and
small-breasted either. My hips curved more fully than Kelly's and
my ass was a little rounder. When I turned over to my stomach, most
of my breasts jiggled from my top.
Jake's hands felt wonderfully soothing on my bare back. He slowly
rubbed the oil around in little circles, working it deep into my
skin. I couldn't help but compliment his handiwork. "Oooh, lower
darling."
He complied, slipping his hand over one of my buttocks, smoothing
the oil over my flexing rear. I turned and watched Kelly. She was
watching our display with more than a little interest. His hand
skimmed down the length of my leg, kneading the muscles in the backs
of my thighs before working just as diligently on my calves. It
felt heavenly. Kelly took a deep breath and smiled at the both of
us. Jake returned to his chair and put the cap back on the oil.
Jake turned to Kelly, leaning over to talk. I drifted in and out of
sleep, blissfully relaxed from the impromptu massage. I tuned into
their conversation every now and then. "Did you come on this cruise
alone?" Jake asked.
"Yes and no. My boyfriend canceled at the last minute. It was a
stupid argument. I wasn't going to pass up the chance for a free
trip so I packed up and left. I'm not even sure if I still have a
place to stay when I get back to LA," Kelly answered.
"Free trip?"
"A contest on the radio. I've never been on a cruise until now.
It's really great. Incredibly relaxing." Kelly turned over. The
towel had left an imprint on her tight belly. "Hey, can I borrow
some of your tanning oil?"
"Sure," Jake said, handing the half-full bottle to Kelly.
"Thanks," Kelly said, leaning back in her chair. I watched her from
under my thick lashes. Her little breasts pointed skyward, the
nipples clearly erect. Something glinted from her belly. I studied
it for a moment before realizing a silver barbell with a sapphire
stud was pierced through her navel.
We both watched as Kelly slicked her tight body with oil. I watched
Kelly with a little bit of melancholy. She was young, about the age
Lauren was when we met. She even looked so much like her. Her
chest gently rose and fell with her breathing. I turned away, the
sight of her brought back too many memories of Lauren.
"Why don't you join us tonight, Kelly? Since you're here alone, and
if you don't have plans with anyone else, come along with us. We're
going ashore for a little dinner and dancing," Jake asked somewhat
eagerly, "you don't mind, do you Stacey?"
I turned back to them and smiled, "of course not. It sounds like
fun."
Later that night we met Kelly at the bar. She wore a short sarong
skirt which started below her navel and hugged her hips. She wore a
midriff-baring t-shirt in white which accentuated her tan and I
noticed right away that she wasn't wearing a bra either. Her
nipples were clearly outlined and visible through the clingy thin
fabric of her shirt and her little tits bounced when she walked. A
gold ring glinted from her belly piercing. Jake looked like the
rogue in his loud Hawaiian shirt and white shorts. I wore a red
skirt and matching halter top. We strode from the ship, both of us
holding onto Jake.
I sat across from Kelly at the restaurant, completely taken in by
her. Jake must have felt the same way as well. I glanced at him
from time to time and noticed the grin that was forever etched
across his tanned face. His hand went to my thigh as we talked,
skimming higher and higher until his fingers drummed against my
panties. As Kelly talked his fingers stroked, edging ever lower
until he settled against the warm slit of my sex. He continued to
stroke. I uncrossed my legs.
I noticed something else about Kelly as she spoke: her tongue was
pierced. While it wasn't something I felt the urge to do I was
still nonetheless intrigued. I was somewhat mesmerized at the way
the little stud clicked against her teeth at times until finally my
curiosity got the best of me. "What made you pierce your tongue?" I
asked.
Kelly smiled and stuck out her tongue at us, showing off the silver
stud. She pushed it against her front teeth before answering. "For
pleasure."
"Pleasure?" Jake questioned. "It looks more like pain."
Kelly shrugged, "Sometimes there's not much difference between the
two." She laughed before continuing. "No, pleasure as in giving
it. It hurt at first, while it was healing and all. I couldn't eat
for like a week, my tongue was so swollen. I really haven't had a
problem with it since. But as for pleasure," Kelly looked from me to
Jake, "the stud acts as extra friction during oral sex."
Jake's eyebrows shot up. I snorted a laugh, covering my mouth in
embarrassment. Kelly smiled at us both and stuck out her tongue
once again. This time, though, she ran the tip of her tongue up
and down the straw of her drink, brushing the stud against the
underside of the plastic.
"I often wondered," I began, "exactly what the attraction was to
getting that done. Now I think I understand a little. I still
don't think I could go through with it. The navel piercing I could
do. I think it looks very erotic and even a little dangerous, you
know, gives you a little edge." I shrugged. "I guess it's hard to
explain."
"You'd get your navel pierced?" Jake asked.
"Yeah, I would. I would even get a little tattoo."
Jake laughed. "What kind of tattoo?."
"A kiss print on my ass," I laughed. "Or, a tiny heart very low on
my belly, like around my hip."
Jake smiled, "That doesn't sound so bad."
"I know! Why don't we find a place after dinner and get it done?"
Kelly exclaimed.
I beamed, "Should we? That sounds like the perfect bit of
entertainment for the evening. Jake, do you think you could handle
it?"
"Let's go," he said.
Our dinner arrived consisting of huge amounts of fresh seafood and
more Mai-Tais. Kelly confided in us a little more, proud of her
free-spirited view of life. Jake and I were bewitched by her beauty
and vivaciousness. Wisdom, even at her young age, emanated from
her. She lived the life of a modern day flower child, only wishing
people well. She also admitted, after a few drinks, to finding
pleasure where she could, never completely believing in total
fidelity with her old boyfriend. She loved life, she loved people,
she loved and enjoyed sex. She believed in grabbing life by the
tail and not letting go until she was ready. As the alcohol
loosened all of our tongues, we all began to reveal thoughts and
feelings to each other. I read between the lines, as I think Jake
did, that she was willing to become lovers to both of us. I could
have been wrong, though.
After dinner Kelly got directions from our waiter to a nearby tattoo
parlor. We walked the few blocks to the all night establishment,
arm in arm, laughing and joking around. Kelly thought I should get
a piercing, too, but I decided one tiny tattoo would be enough for
one night. We stepped inside the tattoo parlor and I was at once
put at ease by the relative cleanliness of the place. Jake asked
the tattoo artist a few questions while Kelly and I filled out the
paperwork. When all was ready the tattoo artist led us to a back
room and prepared the ink and tools.
"Are you nervous?" Jake asked.
I reclined back in the chair, pulling down my skirt, revealing the
delicate area right above my pubic mound, about an inch or so above
where my pubic hair grew in. "Not at all," I lied a little. I
looked down at my lower abdomen for the perfect spot.
The artist looked up at me, a little slip of paper with the heart
pattern in his hand. "Right here?" he asked, pressing a gloved
finger to the center of my abdomen.
"No, let's move it over a bit." I pointed to a spot to the right of
center, halfway between my hip bone and pubis.
He nodded and applied the pattern to my skin. When he removed the
paper the tiny outline of a heart was on my skin. "What do you
think?" he asked. I looked up at Jake and Kelly for approval and
they both nodded.
"I agree, that's the perfect spot."
The buzzing of his instrument filled the room. He dipped the point
into red ink and leaned over me. I held my breath, waiting for the
initial sting. I jumped at his first touch. It wasn't what I
expected at all. I thought the pain would have felt like a needle
prick. Instead I was overwhelmed with the sensation of being
burned, like a hot poker was being held against my skin. I took
deep breaths, making every effort not to cringe or bite my lip with
each pass of the needle over that delicate area of skin.
Fortunately the design was very small and in ten minutes the ordeal
was over.
He stood back and admired his handiwork. I looked down at the
little red heart and smiled. The skin around the area was a little
pink but all in all, the simple design and its location struck me as
sexy as well as cute. The tattoo artist patted an antibacterial
ointment over the fresh tattoo, instructing me to do the same for a
week or so. Gingerly I pulled up my skirt and beamed brightly at
Jake and Kelly. "I feel so deviant," I laughed, "I love our little
secret."
All of us were clearly buzzing when we entered a disco in the center
of town. The music pumped loudly, feeding our buzz and desire to
move. All three of us quickly moved onto the dance floor, bumping
and grinding into each other. The dance floor was crowded and more
than once Kelly and I bumped into each other. Reluctantly I would
pull back, almost in embarrassment. Kelly didn't seem to notice my
reaction when this happened and many times she would jut her little
breasts out, nipples erect and piercing her t-shirt, and brush up
against me again. I don't know if she did this on purpose but it
was having an effect on me. I felt my body respond, warmth
spreading upwards from deep within my belly, my nipples contracting
at her every touch. Jake caught my eye after one such episode. He
didn't seem offended or put off by it. He just smirked, leaning
over to kiss me softly on the lips.
We said good night and parted reluctantly. Our friendship was still
too new to assume certain things. We parted with the understanding
we would meet the next day and enjoy a full day on the secluded
beaches and private island of our next stop.
I was clearly aroused when we got back to our room. "C'mon Jake," I
said as I peeled off my top, "let's do it on the balcony." Jake
smiled and grabbed me around the waist, wrestling me to the bed.
"After I have my way with you right here." He tugged on my skirt.
He pulled the panties from my legs and brought them to his nose.
"Someone is very turned on at the moment." He laughed, tossing the
panties behind him.
"I am. Very."
"Me too."
I didn't even consider or let my past difficulties enter into my
thoughts. My libido was on overload and I just wanted to feel my
husband inside me. Our day had been incredible. Different, but
very enjoyable and we both shared the same excitement.
Jake buried his face between my legs. I spread my legs wide on the
bed, giving him complete control over my engorged pussy. He sucked
on my labia gently as I rolled beneath him. I thrust my hips closer
to his mouth, wanting him to take me a little rougher. "Harder
Jake. Do it," I hoarsely whispered. He rolled his tongue around my
sensitive and eager clit, circling gently. His tongue dipped and
searched my clenching vagina, sucking some of the juices that
dripped copiously from me. I felt him push a finger deep inside my
cunt as his mouth started working over my slick sex.
"Think about her, Stacey," Jake said, pulling away from my cunt for
a moment. "Think about what it would feel like to have her between
your legs, doing this to you."
"Oh Jake, I can't--"
"Do it, Stacey. Think about it."
Through all this he had inserted a second finger inside me, rubbing
in and out firmly. I moaned, not sure if I should do as he asked.
"Do it. Pretend . . . " Jake went down on me again, his tongue
flicking over my hard clit. I thought about her, I really did. It
was Lauren again then it was Kelly, both of them touching me,
tonguing me.
"Ohhh . . . " I moaned. My hips rocked against his tongue. I was
getting off on his mouth. No, it was Kelly's. I felt that elusive
fire building within me, the fire I thought was long since dead.
"Ohhhh . . . "
My back arched off the bed, higher and higher as I came. The
tremors shook my body starting from deep within my soul and
spreading outward from my hips, thighs, belly and arms. I shook
hard, my back remaining in a perfect arch as Jake grasped me firmly
and gently sucked my clit. His fingers never stopped working in and
out of my cunt. I felt something deep inside let go, flowing
outward with a gush. I vaguely wondered if I had ejaculated, it
only happening once before in my life. I came down from the orgasm,
panting and near tears. It had finally happened, after seven
months. I wasn't frigid after all. I looked down at my husband,
his face still slick with my juices. A broad smile cut across his
handsome face, his dimple obvious.
"You squirted," he said with a laugh.
"What?" I breathed.
We both began to laugh. Jake wrapped me in his arms and we held each
other for a while.
"It's not over yet, you know. Don't fall asleep, you animal. I
still want my balcony fuck," I said as I tickled his ribs.
"I'm counting on it."
"Let me catch my breath a minute."
***
The next morning we were dragged from our tangled sheets by a loud
knock on our door. Jake stumbled from bed, slipping his shorts on
before opening the door to Kelly.
"C'mon, you guys. We anchor in about ten minutes and then we hit
the beach. We need to hurry if we're going to find the perfect
spot," Kelly bubbled. "The shuttle has already made one trip to the
private island."
I groaned as I stood, clutching the sheet to my nakedness.
"Shower," I managed to mumble as I followed Jake into the bathroom.
Jake showered first and then I stepped in after him. I heard Kelly
chattering away in the next room as soon as Jake stepped from the
bathroom.
I felt between my legs, smiling at the sensation. I was sore. Last
night's sex followed by the earth-shattering orgasm had probably
tensed and used muscles that had laid dormant for a while - at least
seven months. I soaped myself generously, breathing in the clean
smell. I looked down again at the heart tattoo and smiled. I was
looking forward to today's new adventures.
The tropical island was more than we expected. Layer upon layer of
glossy green foliage greeted us, vivid red and orange flowers
peeking out here and there. White sand and crystal blue water urged
us to dive in. We spent a few minutes walking around, taking in the
sights of the primitive island. Basic amenities were provided but
all in all, the feel of the island was one of being deserted. We
eventually settled on a little area of white sand beach hidden by a
copse of hibiscus and palm.
Kelly was first to take off her bikini. I laughed as she ran into
the small waves. Her little tits bounced and I noticed a pale slash
of pubic hair when she ran by.
"You're next Stacey. Strip," Jake said, already peeling his shorts
off. I laughed, unclasping the top of my bikini and tossing it
aside. My breasts fell free from the underwire top. I reveled in
the feel of being naked in the wide open. It felt wonderful to have
the sun shine on skin that had never really seen the light of day.
It was liberating. I tossed the bikini bottoms on my towel and ran
into the water, squealing at the sensation of frothy waves sloshing
up between my legs. Jake followed close behind, grasping at my
waist. We both tumbled into the surf, kissing and giggling like
kids.
Eventually we turned our attention to Kelly. She disappeared under
the waves, diving gracefully beneath the crystal blue. She popped
her head out of the water not far from us, only to disappear again,
her pointed toes marking her descent into the liquid warmth.
Once I turned away from Kelly to notice that Jake was watching me.
I smiled up at him, kissing his salty lips. He pulled me close,
flattening me against the hard length of his lean body. I couldn't
remember when I had felt this happy and content. After frolicking in
the surf, we spread out our blankets in the shade. I was a little
surprised at how unselfconscious I felt. Jake played the part of
the alpha male, watching over his little pack of females. Kelly and
I chatted away about all sorts of things. We never felt the need to
cover our bodies.
Our chattering slowed as the effects of the sun and water took over.
The soothing sound of the surf lulled us to sleep. We drowsed
together in the shade, Jake's arm thrown over my belly, me turned to
the side facing Kelly. Kelly slept on her belly, her feet crossed
at the ankles.
A light touch to my hip roused me from sleep. I didn't open my eyes
when I snuggled deeper against Jake. He stirred, cupping my breast
out of habit. I shivered as another touch followed, skimming down
the outside of my thigh. I opened my eyes and locked gazes with
Kelly. Her hand stilled on my hip.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, "I'll stop."
I swallowed, not sure of what to say. "I'm okay. You don't have to
stop."
Jake nuzzled my neck from behind. My back was being prodded by his
erection. How long had he been awake?
Kelly rolled to her side, supporting her head with her hand. She
looked at Jake tentatively, pulling her hand away from me.
Jake reached over me and took Kelly's hand. Using her fingers he
traced the full curve of my breast, ending with her fingers on my
nipple. My nipple, flat and soft, eagerly responded to their touch.
The dark nipple reflexively tightened, pulling up into a hard point,
the little erection nearly an inch long. Kelly's fingers teased
around my aroused nipple, hardening it even more. She closed in on
my breast, taking the nipple between her pink lips. She sucked
Jake's fingers in at the same time.
For a breadth of time I enjoyed the sensation of her mouth suckling
me as my husband's wet fingers would pinch my engorged nipple,
offering my breast to Kelly. His cock was insistent between my
legs. I leaned back against him, opening up to him. He guided his
hard cock into my wet cunt, entering with one smooth thrust.
Kelly pulled back a moment, watching Jake's big cock thrust in and
out of my shaved pussy. My fingers started stroking my clit. Kelly
pulled my hand away from myself. "Let me," she said.
I moaned when Kelly lowered her mouth to my clit. My legs were open
and the hard nub was protruding from the hood slightly. Jake
continued to pump in and out while Kelly went down on me.
"Ohhhh . . . Kelly," I groaned as her little tongue tickled my clit.
I felt the steely rub of her tongue piercing as it slid over my
slippery slit. I looked down, tangling one of my hands into Kelly's
blonde hair. Her tongue slid up and down, running over Jake's cock
as it continued to plow in and out of me. The sensation was too
much.
"Fuck . . ." Jake grunted, burying himself deep inside me as he
came. Kelly's head bobbed slightly over my wide open cunt.
"I'm oh, oh, oh . . . " My body trembled with the intense orgasm. I
quaked all over, my hips twitching during the climax. Kelly eased
up on her touch, lightly kissing up my body. All three of us
embraced lazily. We lay together like that for a long time, neither
one of us wishing to break the spell. Our secret haven away from it
all, the balmy feel of the ocean breeze washing over our bare skin
added to the incredible afterglow. After a time, Jake stirred.
Kelly sat up, looking down at the both of us.
"Kelly," Jake started, "I don't know what to say."
"There's nothing to say. Just enjoy it," Kelly replied. She leaned
over and kissed Jake on the forehead before bending to kiss me.
Jake touched the back of her titian head, guiding her nearer to me.
Our lips met, very softly, tasting each other. I could taste Jake
on her lips, picking up the mingled odor of our lovemaking. I
leaned up, Jake's hand tangled in my hair at the same time he urged
Kelly forward with determined stroking of her hair. I pulled up to
a kneeling position, leaning close enough to Kelly that our breasts
touched. Her hard little nipples stabbed into my flushed skin. I
moved lower, sucking her upturned nipple into my mouth.
Kelly lay back on the blanket. I followed, her nipple popping from
my mouth once or twice. I sucked it back in, my hand cupping her
other breast. Her hands crept between her legs, massaging herself.
I looked up at Jake, his hand was masturbating himself, too. He
nodded faintly. I kissed my way down Kelly's flat belly and lean
hips, replacing her fingers with my mouth and tongue. I pulled her
apart, lightly beating her wet musky sex with my tongue. Kelly
thrashed beneath me, arching and rolling her hips. Jake positioned
himself behind me, entering me from behind. We brought each other
to climax once more before collapsing in a sweaty heap on the
blanket.
Later we played once more in the ocean, devoid of guilt or shyness.
It seemed right, the attention we paid each other. Jealousy was
nonexistent.
The last few days of our cruise we were nearly inseparable. We only
pleasured each other twice more. The closeness was more of a
connection of souls. Jake was relaxed and happy, not even
mentioning work once. Though we spent some of our time together
wrapped around each other as bare as the day we were born, I never
worried about Jake. It was almost an unspoken covenant between us.
He never wanted to enter Kelly with his penis. It wasn't until I
assured him it was all right that he approached Kelly with the
mention of anal sex. It was no surprise to me that Kelly agreed and
I was relieved in a variety of ways. Anal sex was something I
avoided although I knew Jake enjoyed it. He was able to do this
without offending me in the least and without the danger of getting
Kelly pregnant. In truth I was relieved. Condoms are only so
reliable and we didn't feel we should completely rely on Kelly,
although a seemingly good person, as the sole provider of birth
control. Therefore, all future complications were avoided. It was
an ideal situation.
Parting ways with Kelly was a little more difficult. Kelly and I
had grown more closer than friends but knew that's all we would
remain after this trip. We gave her our phone number and address
with insistent requests to keep in touch. We knew with Kelly a
visit could happen at any time. She continued to live the life of a
free-spirit, a nomad of sorts. She had a home, when she wanted one,
but she preferred skipping around the country trying new things.
She kept us entertained with her adventurous stories.
As for Jake and me, our relationship blossomed. Who would have
thought an honest confession could lead to such a wonderful
conclusion. I know that I kept one little thing from him. But
really, how could that possibly come back to haunt me?
***
"Another delivery, Stacey," my secretary said strolling through the
open door to my office. Not long after our return home I took a
part time job in the loan department of a local bank. My time spent
at the bank, however, was limited. I only had five more months
before I would resign, at least for a while.
I smiled, reaching for the beautiful bouquet. Today it was a dozen
brightly colored Gerbera daisies, the magenta, orange and red blooms
wrapped with a silver organza ribbon. Tucked within the saucer-
sized blooms was another envelope, sealed with a kiss no doubt. I
pulled the envelope from the bouquet and smiled up at my secretary.
"Thank you, Barbara."
"That husband of yours . . . ," Barbara sighed, "such a romantic."
She winked at me, shutting the door behind her.
I opened the envelope, leaning back in my chair. I caressed my
expanding girth, kicking off my shoes. I read Jake's careful
handwriting:
Fantasies of a Lucky Man
Tonight was going to be special, he knew. Before he even put the
key in the lock he saw the lit candles through the back door. They
were spread around the kitchen, living room, reaching up the stairs.
His excitement built as he thought what possibly could be waiting
for him up those stairs . . .
I made a note to buy more candles on the way home from work.
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