Just as the guy holding on to the brown-haired girl starts to splash ropes of cum all over her open mouth and her cheeks, I feel Jackie's hot wet mouth take my cock inside. She runs her tongue in circles around the crown of my dick and then slides her mouth along my shaft.
I am enclosed in her wet, soft mouth inch by inch just as the members of the foursome begin to climax. The man fucking the blonde withdraws his cock and holds onto her ass, spurting his cum all over her bottom. The brunette gasps and holds tight to the blonde, and the blonde gyrates her hips, rubbing her fingers between her legs as she finishes the brunette off with her mouth.
I fill Jackie's mouth with cum. The orgasm grips me so suddenly I don't have time to even warn her. To my surprise, Jackie doesn't pull away immediately, as she ordinarily does. She sucks the cum right out of my dick and then slowly, slowly, as the gasping and wailing of the foursome in front of us dies down, Jackie releases my cock inch by inch.
She runs her tongue along my shaft as she slides her mouth up to the crown, licking every inch of cum from my shaft and releasing me with a wet pop.
I am too stunned by everything I've seen to do much more than sink onto my legs, and stare ahead. It takes me a moment to realize that my leg is in excruciating pain.
When I do, I roll onto my side and open my mouth in pain, trying not to scream. Jackie covers her mouth, and her eyes fly open in compassion, but she's also laughing behind her hand.
Which is fine; it's very funny in a way.
But my leg is killing me.
I manage to alleviate my pain by lying still for a moment. Jackie mouths, “are you okay?” as soon as she is able to regain her composure. In the meantime, the foursome have headed toward the water, even the brunette, who claimed to not go in the water at night. Their figures become faint as they head into the darkness.
“Are you okay?” Jackie whispers, when they're far enough away.
I sit up, pulling my bad leg around in front of me. I have an incredible body high going on, the kind that comes after amazing sex. But my leg is also throbbing because, as so often happens with sex, I performed feats of incredible contortion and strength and felt none of them until after I came.
Jackie giggles. She squeezes my shoulder. “Are you good enough to get out of here before they see us?” she whispers. “I don't want to get caught.”
“Oh, sure,” I say, and I get onto my hands and knees. Jackie helps me up, handing me my crutch, and we hobble away on the sand. I feel sure the foursome probably sees us, but I don't look back to confirm or deny.
*
We’re really drunk, we realize, as we stumble-hobble back to the hotel room. We are laughing like two teenagers, and I’m on a pretty good high. Jackie tells me she needs to take a shower, though – which is not what I have in mind. She has sand in her underwear, she explains, and gives me a smile. Though the longer we’re away from the beach scene, the more her smile goes from wicked and fun to slightly embarrassed.
I figure that’s okay. Jackie has done something I would never have guessed she’d get into, and if that’s all that comes out of this trip, I’m a-okay with it.
I crack open a Jack Daniels from the mini-bar and dump it into a Coke. I’m in such a good mood that I deliberately choose the Coke (not the Diet Coke, hell, live a little) and don’t even worry about the money like I usually would. My foot, to be honest, is killing me. I pop an Ibuprofen and my good mood keeps me from worrying about the drug and alcohol combination at my age. Why? Because my wife just let me finger-fuck her on a beach watching a foursome, right before she gave me the best blowjob I ever had.
Jackie’s in there forever, so I lie back on the bed and my mind wanders off to what we just did.
Incredibly, though (or maybe not so incredibly, because I’ve had so many drinks), I fall asleep.
Chapter 3
I wake up when I feel Jackie moving on the bed next to me. It’s morning, and I know that because we forgot to close the curtains, and light is blasting directly into my face. Though by the strength of it, and the angle, it’s been morning for a while.
It takes a few moments for the events of the night before to be re-activated in my mind. Oh yes, my head hurts because of the drinks… and then I remember everything else, and I feel my cock get stiff instantly. I am sideways on the bed, at an awkward angle. I roll over and pull Jackie toward me before she can get out of bed.
I reach an arm over her, placing it on her stomach. She makes a sound and says something about the curtains. I try to push her back down into the sheets. I hope she’ll toss her head back on the pillow, and let me kiss her shoulder, then her neck, and then run my hand over her panties. Which I hope I will, of course, find invitingly wet and easily accessible when she spreads her legs...
She pushes my hand away gently and sprinkles a smile on me. “I just have to get that curtain,” she says. She holds a hand to her head. “My head is killing me.”
This is not surprising, because Jackie rarely drinks, and I haven’t seen her drink that much for probably twenty years. I feel a little heaviness in my chest: maybe she’s going to be too hungover today to get into the great mood from last night, and the even better atmosphere of the hotel. Or maybe she doesn’t even remember what she got up to last night.
I’m grappling with this disappointment, and already talking myself down from the delightful fantasies I am having about my wife really getting into the “clothing optional” scene at this place, perhaps even repeating what we did last night, when Jackie yanks the curtains closed. But then she hops cheerfully back into bed and scoots her bottom closer to me.
I know she can feel my erection against her ass, and instead of stopping there, she grinds herself against me.
She’s wearing a silky tank-top and a pair of shiny satin underwear, both red. In fact, I think to myself, I’ve never seen these before, and they’re a lot more sexy than her usual nighttime garb of a t-shirt with a hole in it (usually mine) and cotton panties.
“Hmm,” I say hopefully. I’m mostly kidding, because Jackie is not historically a morning sex kind of person. Maybe she was, ages ago – I can’t even remember that time of my life now – but I'm pretty much destined to get shot down, if the last fifteen years are anything to go by.
I decide to go for it.
I figure I might as well. I’m on vacation, away from the kids, and so far, Jackie’s been doing a strange thing or two.
I drape my arm across the curve of Jackie's body, along the dramatic dip from her chest to her waist, then the slow, rounding fullness of her hip. I scoot closer against the curved perfection of her ass.
She doesn’t move away; in fact, she pushes against me, her soft bottom enfolding my stiff cock.
I let my hand drop from her hip to her belly, taking a swipe across the satin panties that barely cover her trimmed bush. I move my fingertips over her belly, where a small roundness that fits into my palm emerges just below her navel.
My fingers keep moving, underneath the silky nightshirt.
I could get turned down any second, in which case I could divert to her belly button and pretend to be joking.
Jackie pushes her ass back, into my groin and against my cock. The tip of me is against her crack now, and I can feel the valley between the two mounds of flesh that make up her full ass.
I start to move my hand along her body and toward her breasts, hoping to slowly bunch the fabric of her nightie up in my palm until I can move down, along her skin, to the rim of the satin panties. I plan to go underneath them, to the small patch of landing strip left above her pussy. And then further, to where her flesh is soft and hot.
She gives me a light moan.
I stop, not because the sound is discouraging, but precisely because it isn't.
Again, I haven't scored morning sex in ages.
My cock pulses in excitement against her ass.
I prop myself up on my elbow, and I look at her face. Her eyes are closed, but her lips are parted in a small smile.
I slide my hand beneath the fabric of her nightie, and keep moving up. I take the hem of the nightie with me, hoping to get it out of the way. I want to pay a visit to her breasts and see if I can tease her nipples into hard beads.
My fingers find her right nipple, and I enjoy the sensation of its hardness as I make a circle around it with my finger, swiping at the silky skin of her caramel aureola. The pleasure of feeling her nipple harden in my hand travels as a shiver down my arm and through my abdomen, and my cock twitches again against her butt.
I move my hand down.
I slip my fingers beneath the panties. I can feel her silky hair, so short that it can barely curl, but there is a thin line of it. I run my fingers along the edges of the trim patch, where her skin is so soft I can hardly believe it. I play for a bit with the silky outside of her snatch, enjoying the feel of it against my palm. With my forefinger, finally, I seek the slit between her two lips.
My finger dips into a thick, hot wetness.
No kidding, I think.
I lean forward and push her hair from her neck, meaning to nuzzle against her skin.
But Jackie moves, and stops me. She doesn't pull away. Rather, she pushes her ass back against me and sort of folds herself over so that her ass is back against me.
The message?
No foreplay?
It’s odd, but so was last night. And what man in his right mind turns an opportunity like this down? My fingers are clamped into her wet flesh, exploring, but now I pull them out. I do so easily, because her cunt is so slippery and wet. I move my hand to her hip and start to slide her panties away.
She moves her hand up to where mine is and grasps it. For a moment I feel an ache in my cock; the sensation of getting turned down. It’s especially painful because she’s let me get so worked up.
But her hand moves mine away, and grasps the fabric at the hips of her panties. She winds her hand beneath them and twists.
Her underwear gets sucked between her asscheeks like a thong. I can see this because I am looking down at what she’s doing, my breath hot and getting trapped beneath the light covers. I stare at the curve of her spine, the swell of her ass, and her hand just above it, which is twisting her panties up and up.
I suck in my breath. Jackie is winding her panties around her wrist like a rope.
I stare. My cock throbs, but I am unable to act for the moment.
Jackie has never done anything like this before.
She pushes her ass toward me, lifting it seductively. She twists her improvised BDSM device even tighter around her wrist.
I use the hand I have been propping myself up with to pull on the thong she has created. It’s tight against her crack, and as I pull on it to test its strength, Jackie gasps. It must have slipped between the wet folds of her pussy – it’s that tight – and pulled taut against her clit. She gasps again as I pull slowly. She rocks her hips toward me again.
I slide my finger up and down the length of the fabric, from the top, just at the beginning of the valley between her butt cheeks, to the bottom, where the fabric slips between her legs. The panties get wetter with each passing centimeter, and when I near the center of her legs, they are soaked.
Now I can smell her excitement. It’s sweet and honeyed.
“Fuck me,” she says. Her voice is hoarse and the words leave her mouth with some difficulty, because Jackie never says things like this.
So it's only in retrospect that this will seem odd. Later, when I reflect on it. Because at the time, I have my knuckles covered in the juices of her pussy, and her ass grinding against me, and my wife has just ordered me to fuck her with her hand bound behind her waist by her own underwear.
I don't argue. I fumble to get my cock out before she changes her mind.
Then, buoyed with confidence, I slide my fingers along her self-made bondage again. When I reach the top, I tug gently on it. I know the red fabric is pulling tight against her gash, possibly rubbing her clit, maybe just grinding between her folds with a tiny bite. She gasps again, and her gasp ends with a rumbling moan from her throat.
I do it again, a little harder.
Another gasp, and a low purr. The sound drives me wild.
This is fun, pulling on her panties like this, making her mewl. But my cock is so hard now it feels like it might burst. My precum is oozing onto her ass, and I smear it with my thumb.
Jackie rolls onto her stomach. Her hand is still wound up in her panties. When she gets on her stomach, she surprises me by working her free hand beneath the very tight fabric on her left hip. There is no way to wind this hand up in her panties: the fabric is already stretched like a cord and sinking into her flesh.
I can only imagine that it must be rubbing between her lips, against her clit. And she is prone and bound, and asking me to fuck her.
I climb over her and push her legs apart. The tight red panties are pressed against her asshole and tight against her outer pussy lips. I slide a finger from just above her ass, down, to lift up her underwear. The weight of her body strains against the material. I push the fabric out of my way. It holds her outer lip open so I can see her gushing hole and her throbbing clit very clearly.
She tucks her knees up beneath her a little, and the picture seems to open up. I have only to press her other labia away, and her entire flower is exposed for me, raw and swollen. Her nectar is dripping down her thighs, and even her pink eyelet is wet.
Maybe…?
No.
Jackie never lets me go there. Once, a long time ago, when we were very very drunk and not even married, but that didn’t go very well and I didn’t get very far.
I flutter my fingers over her ass anyway.
She shivers and gasps again.
“Fuck me!” she repeats, as my fingers make a circle around the rubbery bumps of her tiny hole. For a moment I entertain the idea that she wants me to fuck her there, which I have never revisited since that ill-fated try.
Of course that’s a fairy tale, and my cock is so hard it’s starting to hurt, so I aim it at her pussy instead. I enter her roughly, but I slide into her melted-butter flesh easily. She is almost too wet. As I move back and forth, the panties spring back to the center of her slit. They start to rub against my cock.
I don't care, just like I didn’t last night about my foot.
I start to ram into her, and she presses hard against me. She’s trying to get as hard of an impact as she can. Our skin slaps together. Her left wrist is turning purplish-red now, streaked by white where the fabric of her panties cut into her skin.
Her muscles clench around my cock and she turns her head away to bite into the pillow. “Harder!” she screeches, before she begins to bite the white sheet.
The sounds she is making are different than anything I have heard from her throat before. But I’m not complaining. I slam into her, harder and harder, while she lets out a slew of filthy demands.
Jackie rarely talks dirty, and my ears are ringing as my own orgasm crests. I barely know what she’s saying, just that it’s hot and driving me wild.
I come suddenly, and harder than I have in years. It’s so much that I almost double over from the sensation.
Jackie screams as she comes, turning her face again to bite at the sheets.
We remain where we are for a few moments, panting. I slowly pull my cock from inside of her, and my cum dribbles from her engorged slit onto the bed. She unwinds her hand, and her panties – now stretched beyond recognition – release her flesh. The white marks against her skin begin to fade away to pink.
“Whoa,” I said, not knowing what else to say.
Jackie is still out of breath, her chest rising and falling. Her dark hair clings to the sweat on her neck, curling in the moisture. She remains as she was, with her ass in the air, my cum dribbling from it. I just enjoy the view.
Finally, she sits up, on her knees, and tosses her hair back. A little of it whips my face. I am just getting ready to slide my arms around her waist when s
he hops nimbly out of bed. The abused panties slip from her hips and land on the floor with a plop.
“Need to pee,” she says, with a smile.
“So...” I say, when Jackie gets back from the bathroom and slips into bed, behaving much more like the forty-two year old woman I’m married to than the wildcat I just had sex with.
She pulls the sheets up to her chin and wiggles her feet around at the bottom of the bed. She is smiling in a way that indicates she is a little surprised at herself, as well as I am.
“So?” she says, and rolls her eyes up at me. I am happy to see that she’s smiling.
I have propped myself back up on my arm. With my right hand I run my fingers over the contours of her body, and I’m pleased that her nipples rise beneath the white sheet, into tiny peaks at the round peaks of her breasts.
We laugh together.
“I dunno,” I say. “Do you want to… you know…?”
Jackie looks at me as if she’s clueless.
Disappointment starts to move through me again, like a cold anesthetic. But I also feel a sensation of relief. Because as hot as all of this is, I’m feeling a little out of control with Jackie behaving so differently. Like something has come loose, and maybe I won’t be able to steer things as well as I usually do.
“Do you remember last night at all?” I ask.
She puts her hand on her face and closes her eyes. She snorts. “Do I!” she says.
I can see by the awkward twitch of her lips that she does, indeed, remember it well.
“I can’t believe this place,” she whispers.
“Well,” I say, and now disappointment, of my two ambivalent feelings, begins to win out. “You seemed to have a good time.”
She pulls the sheet over her head. “I admit it,” she says, from under the sheets. “I did. But...”
She leaves the sentence unfinished.
“But…?” I prompt, because I want to know.
She flips the sheet down and looks at her feet, which she wiggles again, as if to provide an explanation for why she’s looking down there instead of at me. She bites her lip in the most fetching way. “But… oh, you know!”
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