    Title: Opening Her Eyes
    Author: Eskimo1958
    Summary: Julie & Mark France go on vacation, to try to procreate. But, things
     didn't go entirely as planned.
    Keywords: M/F, rom

Julie France thought she was dreaming again, as she felt the tongue on her clit, her crotch burning with desire for more. But, she soon came to realize it wasn't a dream, as she reached down and found a head between her thighs. At what made it more interesting, was that unlike her husband, this head had no hair. Her hips, which were bucking slightly froze, as she slowly opened her eyes and looked around the hotel room. Her and her husbands suitcases were not on the table, where they were yesterday evening, before they headed to the hotel disco to drink and dance, before he tried knocking her up once more.

She didn't know whether to scream or what, but she thought 'the tongue, oh my god that tongue!' It was starting to come back to her now. She had way too much to drink last night, which explains why her head was hurting so, but the tongue, it was working magic on her clit, as she started bucking her hips once more. She knew it was wrong. After all, her husband Mark, what would he think if he walked in?

Oh yes, Mark, she thought, remembering more of last night. He got up and started dancing with a tall busty redhead. Julie watched and watched, getting more jealous and madder by the minute. The redhead, she seen her earlier, as she made a comment about some guy being way to ugly to live. What did she say? Someone that ugly with that crooked of a nose shouldn't be out in public? The same redhead....and the guy she thought was too ugly to live, oh my... it can't be....

She raised her head, and looked between her thighs. A pair of eyes glanced up, and she could recognize the nose as the guy she spoke about to the redhead. She laid her head back, her hips stopped once more, as the guy inserted a few fingers, gently massaging her inner walls, making her moan involuntarily with lust and pleasure. She was embarrassed, did she just do that? Then she remembered more, yes, she did that, and a lot more during the night. And what exactly time is it, anyway? she thought. Looking at the clock radio by the bed, it read seven-thirty. More was coming back to her, as the build up of the fire in her pussy was reaching it's peak. She finally cried out, or at least her mouth was open, as her throat put out animalistic sounds, as the orgasm racked her body.

Her body went limp, sated once more, but the headache, it was still there. The head raised up, and kissed her belly, and as her eyes were shut, he asked "You're head hurting?"

She nodded her head yes, then asked "How did you guess."

He responded "There was pain in your eyes." She felt him get up and lean back, then say "Here, roll over, and I'll work on getting rid of the headache with a massage."

She couldn't believe herself, giving in to this man's directions. She wouldn't even do that for her own husband, and never for any other man she has dated in her thirty-four years of existence. Once on her belly, she felt his hands go to work on her left foot, a soothing massage thence begun. She was in heaven, thinking that this is all right. He then moved to her lower leg, then after that, switched to the right foot and leg.

More was coming back, flooding her mind. Yes, she got mad, watching her hubby dance with another woman. Although she wouldn't call it dancing, as both were groping each other rather heavily. What was the last straw, was when Mark and the redhead were french kissing heavily, and Mark's hands were on the redheads big boobs, squeezing away. That was when she rose to leave. She didn't get far, as she had way too much to drink for her five-five size four frame.

She remembered starting to fall face first, but a pair of arms grabbed hold, this guys arms, and kept her from falling down. The same guy she ridiculed earlier in the evening, to the redhead that now was with her husband. This guy, what is his name? He helped her out of the disco, and towards the elevators. She was starting to cry, and he held her tight, reassuring her, saying how beautiful she was. She ate it up, this guy was paying attention to her, as they went towards the elevators. That’s what she wanted, attention!

She remembers him asking if she wanted help to her room, and she said yes. But on the elevator, he kissed her neck lightly, triggering something inside of her. His hands fell to her dress, and brought up the hem, as his fingers played with her pussy through the thin fabric of her panties.

When the doors opened, he asked her another question. It was if she wanted to go to his room. She felt like putty in his arms, as she tilted her head back, and let him kiss her lips. He closed the door, and they went to another floor...she can't remember which one, nor the walk to the room, but entering the room, the fun began.

She remembers falling on the bed, the time was eleven-ten. That was eight hours ago! She has been with this guy for over eight hours, and she can't remember sleeping that much of it, nor him for that matter. Falling on the bed, he was between her thighs, chewing on her panties to get at her honey. She was laughing with delight, as he worked and worked, until he tore them off, oh my....her orgasms, they were coming one after another. What was he doing that all the other lovers in her past couldn't do? Make her cum so often like that. And when he was done with his tongue, he whipped out his cock, and what a cock. Not very long, as a matter of fact, just barely bigger than Mark's average six-and-a-half inch meat.

But, the girth! She remembered the first time it entered her, damn near blacking out as it was a combination of pain and lust, with lust winning out, sending her into a massive orgasm, one that seemed like it didn't quit, long after he shot his load deep inside her horny cunt. Oh, and did he ever fill her up. She remembers rolling over, and his cum draining out her hole, down her thigh. Oh no, she thought, that was the reason her and Mark came on this trip, she was due to ovulate this weekend. She pushed it out of her mind, as the guys hands had now worked their way up her back. He was straddling the back of her legs, as she felt his male member rubbing the crack of her ass.

The tingling sensation returned to her pussy, as she recalled more. After that first fuck, they rolled over into a sixty-nine, and sucked each other to a mutual orgasm. She licked her lips, confirming it, remnants of his load on her lips, tasting good still. She was amazed at herself once more, as she had never ever let a guy come in her mouth. But this guy, he not only came there, he flooded it, as she remembers a good portion leaking out before she could swallow it all.

She remembers them staying in that position, as he ate her to another three or four minor quaking orgasms, before he was hard once more. He had her sit on his lap, as he sat on the bed, his dick sliding effortlessly up her now-stretched cunt. She remembers moaning, as it slid in, enjoying the feeling of the fullness of it.

They hugged and kissed for how long, she didn't know, before he laid back onto his back, and she rode his tool. Shit, she thought, she remembers coming again and again, good ones at that, before she collapsed on top of him, his hard cock still in her cunt. He didn't stop thrusting his meat into her, as she recalled, still gently stroking it in and out of her cunt. He mentioned he wanted another taste, as he lifted her up, and sat her on his lips. Oh his tongue, she was in heaven with that tongue. Mark should have a tongue half as good as this one. She was bucking like a woman possessed, before collapsing in a heap to the side, after another mind-numbing cum.

Back to the present, he was working her shoulders, when she realized her headache was indeed gone. But the fire in her belly had returned. She couldn't believe her own ears, as she heard herself say "Oh God, fuck me!" It wasn't a request, either. He scooted back, as she raised her hips a bit, and slightly spread her legs. She felt his left hand on her ass, as he rubbed her slit with his tool. She could feel how sticky the inside of her thighs were, and her pussy lips ached from the repeated abuse from this guys ministrations from his tongue, fingers and cock.

He entered her slowly, and she gasped at the fullness her cunt felt from his invading cock. She smiled, as he started pumping her hole, as he reached around, and rubbed her little button. She was smiling, as she tried recalling the number of times he entered her and pumped his loads into her warm womb. There was the first time, missionary style, then she was on top of him, but he didn't cum. He ate her to another orgasm, then did her while he was on his side, as he suckled her firm c-cup breasts. She reached to her chest even now, balling herself, remembering his tongue and mouth sucking away. He came, filling her up, that was twice. But instead of stopping, he kept on pumping, getting her onto her side, and he on his knees, lifting her right leg, and fucking her hole for what seemed like an eternity, more multiple orgasms for her, and after a good hour of hard fucking, he came again. She remembers looking at the clock, it reading twelve-forty, thinking that the night was done.

Boy was she wrong. He wanted some more to eat, and told her so. She wasn't one to complain, as she just spread her legs, and let him go. It seemed like he would eat her for thirty minutes, then fuck her for an hour. She was amazed at not only at his staying power, but the fact that he kept getting hard again. She even remembers sucking him off once more. She figures that after twelve-thirty, he entered her and dumped five or six loads, maybe even seven. Oh god, and she thought to herself that she's definitely ovulating, and the fertility pills, what effect will they have?

Her mind went blank, as another orgasm hit. She came too, just as he groaned and dumped a load deep inside her. Make that eight or nine, she thought, giggling to herself. He pulled out, and said "Come, we better shower before you go back to your room."

"My room?" She was a bit confused, "Oh yes, my room, but my Mark!"

He laughed, as he scooped her up, carrying her ninety pound body into the bathroom. "He's in good hands, Alice will see to that."

She thought, who the fuck is Alice? He sat her on the toilet, and she could feel and hear the cum draining out of her cunt. She looked at the guy, butt ugly but one hell of a lover. She recalled something else too, that redhead, when she said how ugly this guy was, she reacted a bit defensive at first, but then said something, something about looks can be deceiving. Then it hit her, her hair may be blonde, but it isn’t naturally so, as this guy now knows, as she looked down at her matted dark pubic hair. She smiled, looking up, "That redhead, her name is Alice?"

He smiled, as he adjusted the shower, and offered his hand to her. She smiled back, and took it, him helping her to her wobbly legs. They felt like rubber, as he helped her into the shower. She asked "How well you know Alice?"

He grabbed the washcloth and soap, and lathered it up, as he answered "She's my wife of ten years, she just turned fifty-three."

She couldn't believe it, fifty-three? She barely looked forty. She's old enough to be Marks' mother. As the shock wore off, she said "She didn't like me saying how ugly you are, did she?"

She was smiling, as he said "No, she gets a bit defensive." He was reaching around, washing her back and ass, the soap tingling her anus, her eyes lit up, remembering, he did her ass too! And she enjoyed it! She never had done anal before, was always dead set against it. He started washing her front, soaping up her boobs, when she asked "So she decided to get back at me by fucking my husband!"

He laughed, as she grimaced in pain, as the washcloth hit her sensitive pussy. She was sure she was rubbed raw there. "Part of it, she decided to seduce him, and for me to seduce you. But don't get too upset, you guys aren't the first we've done this too."

She smiled, as she reached for his hanging cock, tugging on it, "Well, I'm glad you did, you're an excellent lover."

His cock was expanding once more, as he fondled her breasts. "I've been told that, that’s why I've got such a good looking wife, how else would I be able to keep her?" He winced, as the soap hit his cock. He was a bit raw himself. But, he was hard. He said "Turn around, and get your feet up on the edge of the tub. She did, smiling, knowing what he was going to do. She had her hands stretched out in front of her against the wall under the shower, as the water was hitting her backside. He shoved his meat in, and grabbed her hips, and another round of fucking began. She pressed hard against the wall, pushing her ass back at him, as he pounded her cunt.

She felt the fire again, building in her belly, and spreading to her cunt. She was in pain and joy all into one, every nerve ending was on fire, as she felt his tool doing a number to her once more. His right hand went underneath, and started fingering her clit, as his left thumb went into her anus. And the feeling of the hot water falling on her back, washing away the natural lubrication she had, making her feel even tighter, a big turn on for both.

Her arms were about ready to give out, when he just picked her up, and put her up against the wall, and started jack hammering her cunt, sending her into multiple orgasms once more. He finally stiffened, and groaned, and she was amazed, as his throbbing cock felt like a volcano, sending her into another orgasm, as he kept on pumping. He finally pulled out, and lowered her to her feet. She smiled, as she spied his leaking cock, and bent over, and sucked the last remaining drops out of it. He turned off the shower, and they dried each other off, before going on out of the bathroom and she getting dressed. As she stepped into her dress, and pulled it to her shoulders, she asked "I never did get your name."

He smiled, "Just as well you don't."

She turned so he could zipper her up, as she said "But I would like a name to remember you buy."

After he zipped her up, he reached around, and massaged her breasts, kissing her neck with red-hot kisses, saying "Okay, lets say it's Luke."

She smiled, knowing that’s not his name, but going along with it. She turned around, and hugged him, "Okay Luke," She kissed him deeply." I'm glad you and Alice had fun at the expense of Mark and I... I assume Alice isn't her real name..." He smiled, affirming her assumption, " I would like to thank you for a busy night."

She kissed him, and he kissed her back, saying "You're welcome." He looked at the clock, it reading nine-twenty, "Now hurry on to your room." He said, as he handed her purse and room key, "Alice was going to send him on his way at ten."

"You sure she didn't send him any earlier? And how you know he's not there already?"

He escorted her to the door, saying "She would have called if plans went wrong." he opened it, and kissed her one more time, before she stepped out, and she gingerly walked to the elevators, heading to her own room. Oh god, she thought, her belly aching from so much wonderful sex. Yet, she could go for some more.

She got to her room, and found it empty. Luke, or whatever his real name is, was right. She stripped down, letting her clothes land in a pile, and crawled under the covers, falling quickly to sleep, as she suddenly realized how tired she actually was.

She didn't wake twenty minutes later, when her husband Mark came staggering in. He spied his lovely wife laying in the bed, sleeping blissfully. He crept quietly to the bathroom, trying not to wake her, him not knowing she was dead to the world. He felt like crap, as he took in all he had done. Getting drunk and going to the room of another woman, and having wild sex until the early morning hours.

He had never experienced anything like it, and the things she taught him, he couldn't wait to try some of those things on his wife. But how to initiate it? He peeled his clothes off, glad he took a shower with the redheaded beauty. Her breasts still vivid in his mind, as he snuggled up to his wife, reached across her body, and grabbed her right tit, before succumbing to sleep as well.

Eventually, they did wake, about two in the afternoon, and Julia was just as horny as when she fell asleep. Mark was too, and was surprised he had a raging hardon, he thought for sure he wore it off the night before. Neither said anything about the night before, as they fucked like newlyweds until they collapsed in a heap at just about midnight. Both were surprised in how the other performed, but Julia knew where he had been, and he didn't suspect a thing about her. Julia just kept egging him on, telling him to fill her with his baby-maker staff.

The morning brought sunshine into their hotel window, and they suddenly knew they needed normal nourishment. They showered together, and entered the cafe. Mark stopped in his tracks, and Julia thought he had seen a ghost, until she spied her lover of the previous night, sitting with that good looking redhead. As they passed, Mark looked straight ahead, as Julia smiled at the couple. The redhead smiled back, and winked at her, making Julia blush. Breakfast was silent for them, as they each tried stealing glances in the direction of the other couple.

Julia noticed the couple were about done, and she quickly got up, and walked their way, leaving a bewildered Mark sitting there, looking on. He saw her mention something to the redhead, he never got her name, and they shook hands. Then his wife turned, and returned to their table. As he watched the other couple leave, and Julia sat down once again, he had a hard time asking without his voice cracking "Who was that,? Do you know her?"

She sat, and placed her napkin onto her lap, and continued eating, as she said non-chalantly, "No, I don't really know them, she just offered me some advice the other night, and it was good and sound."

He stared at her for the longest time, trying to figure out what the hell that all meant, before he continued his meal in silence.

Epilogue

Fast forward nine months, almost to the day. In a maternity ward of one of the major east coast's finest hospitals. A woman is laying in a bed, a newborn at each breast. Her husband leans over, and kisses her forehead, saying "Okay Julia, we need to name them."

She smiles down at the two boys, saying "I'll give them first names, how about you middle?" She looked up, and he nodded is head in agreement. "This one" she said, gesturing to the one with dark hair and brown eyes, just like his daddy, "Lets name after you, Mark."

He smiled, saying "He might as well have my middle name as well, so Mark Daniel it is." Just then, two women came into the room, each hugging and kissing Mark, then kissing Julia. One looked like Mark, obviously his mother, while the other looked a lot like an older Julia, and it was, her mother.

Her mother patted the newborns, saying "After you're done feeding, you kids fathers will come in." She looked at her grandkids, and asked "Have you named them, Julia?"

Julia smiled, "Yes mom, this one, since he looks like Mark, we've named after him."

Mark's mother looked at the other one, "Where did that child get that nose?"

Julia smiled, the doctor explained that even though they're twins, they're not identical. The fertility drugs can cause two eggs to be produced, and in this case, they were fertilized with the sperm from two different men, a secret she will never share. She looked at the second child, saying with a smile, "I guess it was a recessive gene, somewhere." The others laughed, as she said "But, he's ours, and I love him dearly. I'll name this one Luke, if you don't mind, Mark?"

Mar laughed, saying "Not at all, and if we somehow get two more sons, two names we can go with to match Mark and Luke would be Matthew and John!"

His mother playfully smacked him for his biblical reference, as she said "Hopefully it will be a girl next time." Julia smiled, holding her babes tightly to her breasts, as they nursed away at her milk-filled breasts, and as the two mothers talked with Mark, she recalled with fondness that trip nine months ago...

The end

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