“But she’s kind of cute.”
“Not my type.”
I smiled. “Oh, that’s right. She’s not red-headed and busty.”
“What can I say? I like what I like.”
I stuck out my chest slightly and shook my head, causing my hair to frame my face. “And that’s why I’m your perfect wife.”
He smiled. “For the weekend.”
For a start, I said to myself as I smiled back at him.
Chapter 15
Back in our room, we had to take another shower to wash off the sweat of our tennis game before heading down to dinner. I used the shower first, and came back into the room wearing just a towel. Dad didn’t seem to mind, so when he took his turn in the shower, I changed into my bra and panties and left it at that.
When he came back out, I was lying on my stomach on the bed, reading a magazine. If he minded me dressed so scantily, he didn’t say anything, and I lay there wondering if he was checking out my barely-covered butt. I could feel my pussy heating up, and I involuntarily gave my ass a slight wiggle as I squeezed my thighs together, putting some pressure on my clit as it sat in its slippery folds.
I wished I’d taken the opportunity to touch myself while Dad was in the shower, but now it was too late, and I had to face the evening with a wet and swollen pussy.
“Don’t look,” Dad said, as he pulled open his drawer. So, of course I turned my head to look, watching as he loosened his towel and let it fall to the floor with his back to me, putting his muscular bare ass on display. My pussy quivered at the sight, and he pulled out a fresh pair of boxers from the drawer. As he stepped into them, I caught several glimpses of his ball sack between his legs, sending wet pulses of delight through my loins. When he was done, he turned back around, and I quickly returned my attention back to the magazine, unable to read the words before me as my pussy thrummed like it had an electrical current running through it.
He pulled a pair of shorts from another drawer. “Better get dressed,” he said. “It’s ten to.”
I sat up on the bed, very aware that the darker circles of my areolas were visible through the front of my thin bra. He did a slight double-take, but didn’t say anything. I fake stretched, lifting my arms over my head and arching my back, pushing my breasts out even farther.
“Do we have to?” I said. “I’d rather stay here.”
He smiled. “Me too, but they’ll come after us if we don’t show up.” His eyes dropped for a brief moment, locking on my breasts, before quickly coming back up to my eyes.
I ran a finger under the strap of my bra at my shoulder. “Ow. This bra is new, and it’s cutting into my skin. Mind if I change?”
“Whatever you have to do.”
“I’ll have to change my panties too, since they won’t match.”
He smiled and shook his head. “Women.”
I got off the bed and walked to my dresser. “Don’t look,” I said, repeating his words.
My back was to him, but I turned around and smiled. He said, “No problem,” then turned away from me.
I undid my bra and pulled it off, then pushed my panties down and stepped out of them. My Spidey Sense was going off again, and I was certain my dad was looking at me. But without turning around, I couldn’t be sure.
After placing the bra and panties back into the drawer, I pulled out a fresh set, and put the bra on first, corralling my rounded breasts into the cups. As I reached for the panties, I happened to glance through the open bathroom door.
Dad had left the medicine cabinet open, and the mirror was at the right angle to give me a perfect view of him standing behind me. As I’d suspected, my “don’t look” was going unheeded, and the top half of his body was turned toward me as he stared unabashedly at my naked back.
I almost gasped from the discovery, and fumbled with the panties. I’m not sure if it was an accident, or I unconsciously did it on purpose, but the silky nylon garment slipped from my fingers and fell to the floor in front of me.
My heart racing, I bent over to pick them up, keeping my knees straight and my butt tilted upward, giving my father a perfect view of my ass, with my smooth pussy framed between the rounded cheeks. I purposely took my time getting hold of them, giving him an extended glimpse, then finally straightened back up. When I glanced at the mirror again, he was still staring at me, and his eyes were slightly wider. I smiled softly, knowing he’d seen what I wanted him to see.
I pulled the panties on, then turned back around to face him. He had his back to me again, and was pretending to be interested in the clock radio.
“You can look now,” I said, and he turned his upper body back to me, giving me an innocent smile. I noticed he kept his crotch turned away from me, and I wondered if he was hiding something there.
We finished getting dressed, then headed downstairs for dinner.
Chapter 16
At dinner, everyone seemed to be slightly on edge about what Pastel had planned for us in the session coming up afterwards. We sat with the Sawyers again, and Olivia gave me a smile, letting me know that her tryst with her husband had been successful.
An image of them screwing popped into my head, and it reminded me of how long it’d been since I’d had a cock inside of me. Which was about four weeks, since the last time I hooked up at college. Damn, I really needed to get laid.
Once again, Pastel spoke after dinner, reminding us of how proud she was of our success this morning. She said she was looking forward to keeping the momentum going when we got together again tonight.
When dinner wrapped up, we had a half hour to relax before the session began, and Dad and I sat with the Sawyers out on the resort’s patio, watching the sun sink towards the horizon. Olivia and I got a chance to talk alone, and she told me that she and Kyle had enjoyed a spirited session of sex after they left us at the tennis court.
I grinned. “Sounds like you had fun.”
“We did. Thanks to you.”
“Glad I could help.”
“How about you and Daniel? Did you enjoy the afternoon?”
“Oh yeah. Danny’s quite the wild one in the sack.”
She nodded. “He seems like the type. Stop me if I’m being too nosey, but Daniel’s a big guy. Is he in proportion?”
I smiled. “Are you talking about his cock?”
“Yes. I’m sorry if I’m being forward. I’m just curious.”
“Yes, he’s in proportion. He’s the biggest guy I’ve ever been with.”
She nodded. “I thought so. Kyle isn’t huge, but he satisfies me.”
“I saw him. He’s bigger than average, trust me.”
She smiled. “That’s right. I forgot. Want to see something?”
“Sure,” I replied, wondering what she had for me.
She pulled her phone from her purse and turned it on. After swiping a few times, she held it up so I could see the screen.
I stared in mild shock at the photo she was showing me. It was a picture of her with an erect cock in her mouth. Kyle’s, I presumed.
“Nice,” I said.
“It’s one of my favorites,” she said, turning the screen to look at it. Kyle took it about a month ago. He took this one too.”
She swiped the phone again, and turned it back to me. This one was even more graphic, with a close-up shot of a cock embedded deeply into a pussy.
“It’s beautiful,” I said.
She nodded. “Another of my favorites. Do you have any pictures of you and Daniel?”
“No, sorry to say I don’t. But I’m going to have to ask him to take some.”
“It’s wonderful to have them. Sometimes I look at them in the middle of the day when I need a pick-me-up. I might be at the grocery store, and I’ll whip out my phone and take a peek. It’s quite invigorating.”
“I’m sure it is.”
Dad and Kyle returned, putting an end to our bizarre conversation. I liked Olivia, but she was an odd bird, showing me her sex pictures like other parents showed off pho
tos of their children.
Soon it was time to head inside, and we made our way to the meeting room where the session was being held. Inside, all the chairs had been taken away, and replaced by beanbag chairs.
“Uh oh,” I whispered to Dad. “I have a bad feeling about this.”
He just shook his head and muttered, “She’s a crazy bitch.”
“Come in, come in,” Pastel said, waving us along. “Everyone take a seat. Let’s get started.”
Dad and I snagged a pair of beanbags next to each other, and tried to get comfortable. Pastel waited until we were all settled in.
“Excellent,” she said. “Glad to see everyone’s here. Let’s get started. Tonight, we’re going to break down a few more barriers. So we’re each going to take a turn again, but this time I want you to work in pairs. Each couple should describe to the group, in as much detail as they feel comfortable with, what happened the last time they made love.”
We all looked around at each other, and I heard Dad mutter, “Fucking fruitloop.”
Pastel smiled. “Who’d like to go first?”
To my surprise, Olivia’s hand shot up. “We’ll go first,” she said.
Kyle rolled his eyes at her, but she began.
“It was just a few hours ago. We were out playing tennis and something set me off. So I dragged Kyle back to our room and basically attacked him.”
“That’s wonderful,” Pastel said, smiling blissfully. “Kyle, do you have anything to add?”
He folded his arms. “Yeah, she attacked me.”
When it was clear he wasn’t going to expound any further, Olivia stepped in.
“First, I used my mouth on him. He loves that. It didn’t take long to get him hard, then I pushed him back on the bed and climbed on top. I did all the work, but it was amazing.”
“So you experienced a climax?” Pastel asked.
“Oh yeah. Several before Kyle finally came.”
“Excellent. Kyle, do you enjoy it when Olivia takes charge like that?”
His arms were still folded. “I guess.”
“Would you rather be the dominant one?”
“Usually. But it’s nice for her to be like that sometimes.”
Pastel nodded. “Of course it is. You need to feel desired as much as she does. And when a wife acts that way, she’s letting her husband know she desires him.”
“Yeah, I guess that’s true,” Kyle said.
“Thank you for sharing. Who’s next?” She looked around the room.
When no one raised their hand, she scanned our faces, and then finally stared at me.
“Jennifer, would you and Danny like to go next?”
I grimaced, and sensed Dad wincing beside me. “I guess,” I replied.
“Excellent. Please proceed.”
I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts as I constructed the lie in my head. I had several directions I could go in, but decided to go for the one that might have maximum effect.
“Well,” I began, “we made love last night in our room after you left, and it was amazing. Both of us were very satisfied. But today, after tennis we had to take a shower. I went first, and when I was done, Danny took his turn. I was lying on the bed reading a magazine when he came out and he went to his drawer to put on some underwear. I watched him as he did, checking out his ass the whole time. He really does have an amazing butt.”
I smiled at my father, who was frowning at me.
“So then it was my turn to put some clothes on, and I got out of bed and went to my dresser. My back was to Danny, but I could sense him staring at my nudity.”
His frown deepened.
“And then I saw him. The mirror in the bathroom was angled perfectly, and I could see his reflection staring at my naked back. God, it was so hot, to think he could still look at me that way after ten years of marriage.”
Now Dad was looking at me in slight surprise.
“It gave me such a thrill, I got wet immediately, and decided I wanted him right there. So I forgot about getting dressed and went to him. He was already half-hard from ogling me, and I dropped to my knees and took him into my mouth.”
“That’s sweet,” Pastel said, beaming at us. “Danny, do you enjoy it when Jennifer is aggressive like that?”
“Yes,” he replied, continuing to stare at me.
“Tell me what you were feeling when she had her mouth on you.”
“It was nice.”
“Just nice?”
“It was amazing.”
“Jennifer, did you allow him to come in your mouth?”
“I would’ve let him if he wanted to, but he stopped me before he finished, pulling me up and kissing me hard before pushing me onto the bed.”
“It sounds like Danny likes to be in control,” Pastel said.
“Oh, he does. He’s always telling me what to do. But I love it. Especially when he takes charge in bed.”
“So you enjoy being submissive to him?”
“Yes. He’s so strong, and I love that in a guy.”
Dad continued to stare, and I couldn’t tell if he was upset or not.
Pastel nodded. “Many women are like that. They enjoy being physically dominated during sex. So I assume you made love in a male dominant position?”
“Oh yeah,” I said. “I was on my back and he was bending my legs back as he fucked me. God, it felt so good.”
The corner of Dad’s eye twitched, but other than that he didn’t react.
“Who came first?” Pastel asked.
I met Dad’s gaze. “We both came at the same time.”
“Wonderful,” Pastel said. “Thank you for sharing that with the group. Let’s move on. Who’s next?”
Aaron and Maggie went next, describing how they’d made love last night after Pastel had left their room. Brett and Stacy had done it when they’d woken this morning, and Roger and Rachel had enjoyed an afternoon tryst like the Sawyers.
Chapter 17
After all the stories were done, Pastel spoke up. “It takes a lot of courage for spouses to share their intimacy with others, and I want to commend you all. We all have one less barrier between us thanks to that courage. So thank you all. But now, I want to take things to the next level. Do you trust me?”
Most of us nodded.
“Very good. Because words will only break down certain barriers. Other barriers are more resistant. Are you ready?”
We nodded again.
She walked over to one of the beanbags and picked up her brown tote bag. Reaching in, she pulled out something that was purple and fuzzy. As she held it up, it took me a moment to recognize that it was an eye mask.
“One way to remove barriers is to remove guilt. These masks will help you do that. Gentlemen, I’m going to give each of you one of these masks, and I want you to put it on. You’re to keep it on until I tell you to take it off, no exceptions. Understood?”
Most of the men nodded. I glanced at Dad, who was looking uncertain.
Pastel handed out the four masks, and the guys put them on, with my dad seeming very reluctant about it.
“Very good,” Pastel said. “No peeking. Can any of you see anything?”
They all shook their heads.
“Good. Now I need the wives to come to the front.”
We stood and Pastel guided us to stand in a line facing our seated spouses.
“Please kneel,” Pastel said.
We gave each other curious looks, but we obeyed, moving to our knees.
“Excellent.” She reached into the bag and pulled out more masks, handing each of us one. “Now put these on and keep them on until I tell you to take them off. Okay?”
We all did as she asked, and as I slid the soft mask over my head and onto my eyes, the world was plunged into darkness.
“Perfect!” Pastel said. “Can any of you see anything?”
I looked down and up, but the mask was snug to my face. I shook my head.
“Very good,” Pastel said. “Now, from this p
oint on, the only person who will speak will be me. No sounds at all. Understood?”
I nodded, and I assumed everyone else did too, because Pastel said, “Good. Now everyone sit tight for a moment while I get things in place.”
I waited in the dark, hearing slight sounds of movement in front of me for a minute or two. Curious, I wondered where this was heading.
“Okay,” Pastel finally said, “we’re ready to begin. Ladies, I’ve placed a blindfolded man directly in front of each of you. It may be your husband, or it may not be. That’s the game we’re about to play. It’s up to you to determine if it’s your spouse. Once again, no one will make any sounds. The only sense you can use is touch, and you can only touch him below the waist. Gentlemen, you must keep your hands behind your back. Understood?”
I could detect an uncomfortable silence in the room, but nodded.
“Keep in mind that no one can see anything. Whomever you’re touching can’t see you, and you can’t see them. And no one else can see you touching them. So there’s no guilt here. Are you all ready?”
I nodded again. This was a little exciting, and I wondered who was standing in front of me.
“Okay, you may begin. Use your hands only.”
I tentatively reached up and out, feeling only air at first. Then my thumb brushed against cloth, and I realized I was missing my target. Turning slightly, I pressed my hand against someone’s belt, slightly off center.
Was Dad wearing a belt? I couldn’t remember.
I moved my hands over his pants, avoiding his groin, trying to get a feel for the material. It was smooth, but I couldn’t remember what everyone was wearing. When my hand moved lower and touched a bare leg, I realized he had shorts on. I was sure Dad was wearing shorts, but I wasn’t sure if anyone else was.
After running my hands up and down his bare legs, I was no closer to determining who this was. I realized that the only way I was going to differentiate Dad from the others, was the size of his cock.
So I pressed the flat of my hand against his groin, and immediately felt the semi-hardness beneath the cloth. He wasn’t quite erect, but it was obvious my touching him all over had gotten him partially aroused.
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