by Thomas Henry
We continued like that for quite some time before I sensed that Marilyn was on the edge again. I released her hands and grasped her shoulders as I drove into her, deeper and faster with each stroke. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into a passionate kiss as she exploded and triggered my own explosion. I felt like I pumped a gallon of semen into her.
I held my cock deep in her while we continued to kiss. Finally, she broke off the kiss and gasped, “Oh my god! It’s been so long since I felt that…so warm…”
I was a little confused. I assumed she was referring to the warmth of my semen as it flooded into her. But I didn’t know why she said it had been so long. Her husband had been at sea for only a few weeks.
Marilyn squeezed my neck and kissed my cheek. She pressed her face against mine. Her cheek was wet with tears. She sniffled a couple of times.
I held her and kissed her neck and cheek and ear. Every few seconds, my cock would throb and spurt a little more semen into her. Each time, her pussy would contract around me.
When my cock finally softened, I rolled over onto my side next to her. Tears oozed out of the corners of her closed eyes.
I watched her for a couple of minutes, confused about the tears and wondering what I should do. I instinctively leaned over and gently kissed her lips. She rolled into me and wrapped herself around me.
“Sorry about the tears,” she whispered. “I…uh…wow…I never…I guess I had forgotten…”
My confusion grew, but I sensed that now was not the time to be asking a lot of questions. I ran my palm up and down her body, gently massaging and caressing her. She rolled away a bit and parted her thighs. I slid my hand down her stomach and over her pussy. She was sloppy with my semen. A lot of it had oozed out of her and pooled on the sheet.
“I should get a towel,” she said.
I ran my fingers through her slippery folds. “Maybe later.” I slipped two fingers into her and stroked her g-spot.
Marilyn put her hand on my arm as if to stop me. “Baby…I don’t think I can cum again right now.”
“Feels good, though?”
She nodded.
I continued massaging her g-spot and then worked my slippery fingers up to her clit. At first, I massaged her on either side, just grazing her clit from time to time. When I finally ran my fingertips over it, she started and squeezed my hand with her thighs.
“Hmm…maybe I was wrong,” she said. A couple of minutes later, my fingertips brought her to another shuddering orgasm.
When her breathing slowed, she said, “Okay…that’s really is it for now. I need to get some sleep. Bill and I need to be on the golf course early.”
She started to sit up.
“Leaving me?”
“Just going to get a towel to clean up a bit.”
I pulled her back down, away from the wet spot, and rolled her onto her side. I spooned her and whispered in her ear, “Forget about cleaning up. I like having you oozing my sperm. It’s sort of a primal mating thing, you know.”
Marilyn nodded and said, “Oooh…I think I like that.” She snuggled back against me, and before very long, I had drifted off to sleep.
* * * *
When I awoke the next morning, I was alone. I wondered when Marilyn had left my bed. Was it before Karen got up? Did Karen know Marilyn had been with me? Considering that Karen had spent the night with Bill, it seemed silly to feel guilty. But I did.
I slipped into my robe and opened my bedroom door. The suite was silent. I glanced at the clock. It was well past their tee time, so I assumed Bill and Marilyn were on the golf course.
I wondered where Karen was. Both of the other bedroom doors were shut. I considered looking for her, but I didn’t want to wake her if she was still sleeping. And I wasn’t sure my heart could handle finding her in Bill’s bed.
So, I popped a K-cup into the coffee maker, and a couple of minutes later, I was sitting on my bed, letting the coffee clear the cobwebs from my mind. I considered having a second cup, but decided I’d shower first.
I was rinsing the shampoo out of my hair when I heard the shower curtain slide and felt a little breeze. A moment later, Karen’s arms wrapped around me. She pressed those fabulous tits against my back as she hugged me.
“Good morning,” she said.
“Good morning.”
“Sleep well?”
“I guess. How about you?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“You two were pretty noisy last night.”
“Keep you awake?”
“For a while.”
“Make you jealous?”
“Of course.”
Karen hugged me again. “Good. Make you horny?”
“Of course.”
Karen slid her hand down my soapy stomach and cupped my balls. “So what did you do about it?”
My instinctive reaction was not to say anything about bedding Marilyn because I didn’t want to upset Karen. But then I thought that was ridiculous. Not only had Karen spent the night with Bill, but she had made Marilyn available to me. I took a deep breath. “I’m pretty sure you know.”
Karen gave my balls a squeeze. “Yeah, Marilyn told me this morning. So how was she?”
Another conundrum for me. My instinct was to downplay the sex with Marilyn. But once again, I managed to override instinct. “It was pretty good for…”
“Just the first time with her?” Karen asked as she started stroking my erection with her other hand.
“So how was Bill?”
“I thought you could hear us.”
“Actually, it was mostly you I was hearing.”
Karen stepped around in front of me and draped her arms around my neck. She pressed her breasts against my chest and swayed her hips to rub her stomach against my cock. She kissed me and laid her head against my chest. “So did it sound like I was having a good time?”
“Uh-huh.”
Karen quietly clung to me under the hot shower for a couple of minutes. Then she picked up the soap and handed it to me. I lathered her and washed her with my bare hands. Her pubic hair was matted and crusty. I worked my fingers through it, thoroughly spreading the soap. Then I turned her toward the water and rinsed her.
Karen squatted a bit and pushed two fingers into her pussy. When she pulled them out, they were coated with a thick, milky fluid. The smell was unmistakable. Semen. Bill’s semen. She touched her sodden fingers to the tip of my nose and then taunted me by sucking them.
It was like she had waved a red cape in front of a bull. I wrapped one arm around her waist and crushed her against me as I gripped her jaw with my other hand. I lifted her face and looked deep into her eyes. “You belong to me!”
Karen draped her arms around my neck and stared into my eyes. She whispered, “Show me.”
My first impulse was to try to use the shower to flush Bill’s semen out of her, but somehow that seemed juvenile and smacked of petty jealousy. Not something a real man would do. And then it came to me. I had read somewhere that the head of a man’s penis supposedly is shaped so as to displace and pull the semen out of a woman who has just mated with another man. A real man would fuck the prior man’s semen out of his woman and then replace it with his own.
I turned off the water and swept Karen off her feet. We both were soaking wet, but I wasn’t going to be deterred by that. She belonged to me, and I was going to have her right then and there. I was going to purge her of Bill’s semen and fill her with my own.
I carried her into the bedroom and glanced at the bed. On one side, the sheet was stained with the product of my assignation with Marilyn. I placed Karen on the other side.
She drew up her knees and spread herself open to me. I climbed between her thighs and worked my cock between her folds, coating it with her juices and Bill’s semen. When I was sufficiently lubricated, I plunged into her until my balls were nestled against her ass. I took her hands in mine and pulled them high above her head as I lay down on her and kissed her lips.
We knew that Bill and Marilyn would be gone for hours, so we were in no hurry as we made love. I was so lost in the loving that I no longer felt that fervent need to inseminate her immediately. But after half an hour or so, Karen’s movements became more urgent, and her thighs started to tremble. She broke off our kiss and found my ear with her lips. “Oh, yes, Sweetheart. Yes…yes… I’m gonna cum. Oooh…I’m gonna cum! Cum with me. Now…now…now…cum with me! I want your sperm. Please, please…give it to me. I want to feel it. Please…” My balls contracted and a flood of my semen spilled deep into Karen’s belly.
I remained buried in her for quite a while as we kissed and caressed. Finally, I very slowly pulled my still-turgid cock out of her. It was followed by a stream of semen that ran down Karen’s crack and pooled on the sheet. Now there were two wet spots on my bed.
I lay down on my back next to Karen. She rolled toward me and draped her leg over mine as she lay her head on my chest. “You know, “she said, “We’re going to have to get out of here for a while so housekeeping can clean up this mess.”
“Yeah. Any ideas?”
“Yep. Got it all planned out. First, you need to feed me. A woman doesn’t live on sex alone, you know. And then, you’re going to take me horseback riding.”
“I see. Wearing your fancy cowgirl boots?”
“Of course!”
We took another quick shower together and managed to make it to the North Shore Kula Grille before they wrapped up the breakfast buffet. After a leisurely breakfast that included lots of hand-holding and not much conversation, we ambled over to the stables for the 12:30 group trail ride.
I wear western boots almost all of the time, but I rarely actually ride a horse. So, the leisurely ride through the trees was an interesting change of pace for me.
I was mesmerized by the motion of Karen’s rump and thighs as she rode her horse. I imagined her naked, straddling the huge animal bareback, grinding her pussy against the rhythmic motion of the beast’s muscles. And that seemed an apt metaphor for what she likely would be doing again with Bill in a few hours. Only Bill wasn’t a gelding, and she actually would be riding him naked and bareback. The thought made my stomach churn…and my balls tingle.
We got back to our suite a little over an hour later. I glanced into my room as we passed the door. I was relieved to see that housekeeping had made up the bed with fresh linens. Bizarre as it seemed, I guess I felt like Karen and I had been cheating on Bill and Marilyn, and I was thankful that the incriminating second wet spot was gone.
Bill and Marilyn were sitting out on the lanai drinking after-lunch margaritas. There was a pitcher on the table.
“Ah, where have you two been?” Marilyn asked with a smirk and one raised eyebrow.
“Horseback riding!” Karen said. “How was golf?”
Bill ran his hand down over his face and gave an exaggerated shake of his head. “She whipped my ass.”
Karen glanced at me and winked. “Sorry we missed that.”
I poured margaritas for Karen and me, and we sat down with the others.
“So, what do you guys want to do this afternoon?” Bill asked.
“Let’s go to the beach,” Karen said. “I have a new bikini I want to try out.”
I could see the gleam in Bill’s eyes. “Okay with me.”
“You guys go ahead,” I said. “I’m not much of a beach person.”
Judging by her tan, I assumed that Marilyn enjoyed the beach and would go with them. I was surprised when she said, “I think I’ll hang back here, too. I didn’t sleep very well last night, and I think I need a nap.” Karen and Bill looked at each other and raised their eyebrows.
After polishing off their margaritas, the women excused themselves and disappeared into the master bedroom. Bill said, “I know why Marilyn didn’t sleep very well last night. You finally sweet-talked her into your bed.”
“She tell you that?”
“Saw her sneaking out of your room this morning. So how’d you break down her defenses?”
“Actually, I didn’t do anything at all. You’re the one who did the persuading. Well, you and Karen. She heard the two of you and was overcome with lust. I just happened to be in the right place at the right time.”
“Glad to be of help.” Bill shook his head. “That Karen is something else. I’m gonna have a hard time giving her up when her hubby comes home. I wonder if he’d be willing to share.”
If Bill only knew. I had a vision of him taking my place in Karen and Ted’s lives. The thought was more than a little unsettling. I couldn’t think of anything to say. Bill and I sat in silence for a few more minutes while we finished our drinks.
“Well,” Bill said. “I guess I’d better get my suit on.” He got up and left me alone on the lanai. I emptied the margarita pitcher into my glass.
About ten minutes later, Bill returned wearing something that seemed more jockstrap than bathing suit. It was made from a white silky material. It had a waist band about two inches wide. The back was a triangle of material that covered most of his ass and disappeared behind his balls. The front was a bag that loosely supported his cock and balls and left his thighs bare. Even though the bag wasn’t all that snug, the flimsy material clearly telegraphed the size and shape of his balls and cock. They jiggled when he walked, almost as if he were wearing nothing.
Karen came out of the bedroom wearing only a tiny white bikini bottom. It struggled to hide her well-trimmed pubic hair. Her bikini top dangled from one hand, and she had a bottle of sunscreen in the other. “I need some help putting this on,” she said, holding up the bikini top.
My first thought was to wonder why she didn’t have Marilyn help her, but then I realized I was being stupid. And then I noticed that Karen’s bikini was made of the same silky material as Bill’s suit. My stomach knotted as I grasped what that meant. They must have gone shopping together for their matching swimwear.
Karen ambled over to Bill. I wondered if anyone could see her standing topless on the lanai. She handed Bill the bikini top and turned her back to him. He started to drape it over her breasts, but then paused when she said, “Shouldn’t you rub some sun screen on me first?”
“Good thinking,” he said as he took the bottle from hand.
Bill tossed her bikini top onto the table and set about rubbing lotion all over her. He was particularly thorough, even covering her nipples and slipping his lotion-slathered fingers down inside her bikini bottom. When his fingertips found her clit, Karen hugged her breasts and leaned back against him. My cock was distinctly uncomfortable in the confines of my jeans.
Eventually, Bill managed to finish applying the lotion. Then he helped Karen with her bikini top. It was nothing more than two modest-sized triangles held over her areolas by a couple of pieces of string. It certainly offered nothing in the way of support, leaving her breasts free to jiggle and sway as she moved. I figured she’d be lucky to keep her nipples covered.
Karen and Bill left for the beach, and I was alone on the lanai. Marilyn hadn’t come back out of the master bedroom. I could hear the shower running, so I assumed she was cleaning up before taking her nap. I decided to do the same. I drained my margarita and headed off to the bathroom.
I had finished my shower and was lying nude on my bed when I heard a couple of taps on my bedroom door. I figured it pretty much had to be Marilyn. I gave fleeting thought to covering up, but then decided not to bother. My cock was still somewhat swollen, but flaccid. I crossed my ankles and assumed an innocent look. “Come in,” I said.
Marilyn opened the door just enough to stick her head through the opening. If she was surprised to find me nude, she hid it well.
“Hi. Are you napping?”
“Think
ing about it.”
“Okay if I join you?”
“Rhetorical question, I presume.”
Marilyn flashed a smile and pushed the door open. She was nude as well. She closed the door behind her and slid into bed next to me. I put my arm around her as she draped one leg over mine, with her thigh nestled against my balls, and her head resting on my shoulder. As she lay quietly, I wondered if she really was going to nap, or if she was just waiting for me to make a move. I lay motionless, waiting to see if she would fall asleep.
After a few minutes, she stirred. “Damn. I’m so tired, but I can’t seem to fall asleep.”
“I’m probably oozing too many pheromones.”
She nodded her head. “You may be joking, but I think there may be some truth to that. Too much sexual tension between us, not to mention the sex dripping off of Karen and Bill.”
“Well…maybe I can help you to fall asleep.” I rolled over on top of her and kissed her on the lips. I touched them with my tongue. She parted her lips and greeted my tongue with her own. After a minute or so, she broke off the kiss and whispered, “This really isn’t helping.”
I kissed her on the chin and then made my way down her neck and chest, stopping to suck on her nipples.
“Um…that really isn’t helping, either…”
I kissed her between her breasts and then down her stomach. I skirted around her pussy and kissed my way down her thigh to her knee. I spread her knees with my hands and kissed her inner thigh. She trembled. “Mmmm…that really isn’t…mmm…”
As I kissed my way up her inner thigh, I noticed that she’d had a recent Brazilian wax. She still had a neatly-trimmed triangle of copper in front, but she otherwise was totally bare. I continued kissing until my cheek was against her folds. I quickly flicked my tongue across them as I skipped over to her other thigh and kissed it.
“Mmm…you are such a tease…”
“I love a woman with blue ball…uh…ovaries?”
“Ah…so this is payback?”
I responded by running my tongue up between her folds and plunging it into her. She gasped and lifted her hips.
