by Cox, Anita
I kept my mouth closed tight.
“Open! Open it!”
I obliged opening my mouth.
John stuck his rather large cock in my mouth.
“That’s good. You know you want it, so you’d better show me.” His face turned red. He was not used to being forceful like this.
I did the best I could with my head at a right angle.
“Good. Now let’s see what we have here.” He climbed on me, ravaging my breasts again. He squeezed them harder than usual and sucked them hard. The pain was minimal, but it was there.
I heard the foil packet tear. Thankfully, he was putting a condom on.
“I’m going to suck and fuck you now. You have no choice, you’re all mine.” He thrust himself into me hard.
“Oh God!” I gasped.
He let out a throaty growl. “You like that?” he asked as he thrust into me again. He was being rough.
I liked it.
“Do you want my cock?” He asked as he nibbled my ear. “Say it! Say you want it”
“I want your cock!” I gasped as he thrust hard into me again. I wasn’t sure I could take much more. I was completely aroused by our little role play, but him thrusting his enormous erection into me was slightly painful the way he was doing it.
“Good girl,” he groaned in my ear. “You’re so tight, Candy.”
What does a girl say to that?
John jumped up, quickly withdrawing from me. The lack of him inside me left a void. I whined.
“Don’t worry,” he said as he reached above my head undoing the belt around my hands.
“Don’t! I like that.” I looked him in the eye. I’d never been able to do that before.
“I can’t do this Candy. You don’t look like you like this. I’m not a rapist. I’m having a hard time with this.” He bit his lip like I did when I was uncomfortable.
“Leave the hands, untie the legs. I like it when you control my hands.”
“Did you like the rest?”
“It aroused me, but it didn’t feel good at all. Thank you for trying.” I smiled. “You are a good sport. Now fuck me like a good boy,” I said as I winked at him.
He gave a large grin, untied my legs and held my hands above my head. Scooping his hand between me and the bed, he grabbed a hand full of my ass and squeezed. John held me still and entered me again, this time with less thrust.
He felt so good inside me. My breasts reacted immediately firming and rising.
“That feels so good,” I moaned.
John whispered sweet words in my ear. He…was…making love to me. He kissed my neck with soft and sensual kisses.
I wanted to object, but it felt nice. He eased himself in and out of me slowly. Instead of licking and squeezing my breasts as he had before, he was kissing them lightly.
“It’s so nice here with you,” he put his finger under my chin lifting my head so our eyes met.
“John, I…” I didn’t know what to say.
He stopped making love to me and left the bed.
I was starting to become irritated. John, who had been perfect, was now a giant buzz kill.
“John, wait, don’t go.”
“I’m just going to piss. I’ll be right back.” He didn’t look at me.
I sat on the bed, horny and confused. What the hell just happened?
My smoking as of late had increased. I was craving a smoke so I reached in the drawer and pulled out my pack, the ashtray and lighter. What had happened? We were having kinky sex when John just changed.
He came back and sat on the bed next to me, pulling a cigarette from the pack. As a reformed smoker, he’d taken to smoking while visiting me. I was a bad influence.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to spoil the night.” He let out a smoky breath.
“You didn’t spoil anything. Just talk to me.”
John sat toking on the cigarette. I waited patiently for him to talk. The silence was killing me.
“I don’t know what to say, Candy. My feelings for you have grown stronger. I can still deal with you having random sex with strangers. It’s just that, when you asked me to this couples’ thing, I sort of thought it was your way to tell me something. I thought maybe you were ready for something more.”
“John, I,” I paused as I searched for the right words. “I do want more, but I’m selfish.”
“Selfish? What does that mean?”
I looked at him. He looked deflated. This large, muscular man looked absolutely deflated.
“It means that I want to have my cake and to eat it too. I wanted you to go on this vacation with me to see if you could join me in this sexual exploration as my partner. But I’m not ready to commit monogamously.” My heart sank. I invited John. I invited him because I did have feelings for him and because I thought he’d enjoy himself.
“But I’ve told you I’m okay having an open relationship,” he whined.
“So?”
“So why don’t we spend more time together?”
“John, I’m telling you I want to spend more time together.”
“Oh,” he said staring at the floor.
“Look, no one knows better than me how it feels to not know where you stand, to love someone more than they love you, to want more. I want more with you, I’m just not willing to let go of this lifestyle. I’m also terrified of falling in love again.” I sighed, “See, selfish.”
John smiled. “So can we see each other more than a few times a week?”
“Yes,” I answered. “I’d like that.”
“Can I sleep over and not worry that you’re going to spaz out?”
“Spaz?” I laughed.
“Candy, you’re a spaz. You freak out a lot. Can I stay without you freaking?” He reached his arm behind me, pulling me in closer to him.
“Can I hold you, smell your hair, cuddle, all of the stuff that lovers do?” He was so sweet, so handsome.
“Yes, but only if you agree to be open minded and allow me some freedom.” I held my breath and waited for him to answer.
“I have a booty call. I call her every single time I’m thinking about you and I’m horny and you’re unavailable.”
“Let’s remedy that, shall we?” I kissed him hard. If he wanted to make love, he was going to have to be passionate.
I began to worry about all the things that could go wrong, but with John inside me once more, all thoughts fled. He still controlled my hands, but this time, instead of holding them at the wrist he had his fingers intertwined with mine.
It was foreign to me. My ex-husband had never made love to me this way. I’d never had passion and intimacy. I didn’t reach climax as I had so many times before, but felt more fulfilled than I had in a long time.
This could work.
SPOILED
When I woke the next day, I remained motionless in John’s arms while assessing the situation. John was okay with me exploring my sexuality with others. He was okay not spending every night together, yet he wanted more. What if I couldn’t be more?
I tried to shake it. If there was one thing that therapy with Linda taught me, was that worrying only added to my anxiety about my situation, be in sexuality or otherwise.
So I took a deep breath and climbed out of bed. Standing and staring at John smiling as he slept, I found my resolve. The best course of action was simply to enjoy my time with John and get ready for this vacation.
I made my way to the kitchen and began making breakfast. There’s no better way to tell a man that you’re glad he stayed then making him a meal so he has to stick around a little longer.
“That smells wonderful!” He rubbed his eyes.
“French Toast coming right up. Coffee is ready, help yourself.”
He kissed me on the cheek then retreated to the coffee maker. How was it possible that he smelled so damned good first thing in the morning?
“You look beautiful this morning. How do you pull that off?” John sipped his coffee and winked.
“Eat your breakfast!” I
giggled as I slid his plate to him.
After making a plate I joined him. The French toast had turned out pretty decent, leaving conversation to a minimum. Our lovemaking had left us both incredibly hungry.
“So,” I started, wiping my mouth, “we only have two weeks until vacation. I think maybe I should find out what sort of clothes to take.”
John laughed at me.
“What?”
“I think the point is not to wear any.” He kissed my forehead as he passed me.
“Well, there has to be a need for lingerie and bathing suits or dresses for dinner or something. Everyone isn’t just going to run around naked for two whole weeks!” For some reason, the worrying had started. I was panicking.
“Look!” John grabbed my hand, “Stop being a spaz. There’s a web address on the tickets. Let’s look it up.” Still holding my hand, he led me to the couch and put my laptop on my lap.
I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. John was good for me. Maybe I was a spaz.
“Look, there are clothing optional areas, but attire is required in the dining areas.” I pointed to the screen’s frequently asked questions section.
“Spaz,” John teased. “You’ll be fine.”
“You’re right, but at least now I know what to pack and so do you.” I pointed.
“So, let’s take today to relax. We have plans for this weekend, remember?”
I’d completely forgotten since I received the tickets. John was taking me somewhere. All he told me was to pack a little black dress, lingerie and something casual, which meant jeans and a t-shirt. The rest was to be a surprise.
“I didn’t forget, but I haven’t had time to pack. What time are we leaving?” Nice cover, I hoped.
John grinned. I suspected he saw right through me, but would never let on.
“We’re not leaving until around eight. But I have plans for you for today. So, go shower up and put on one of those adorable sweat suit things you have. I’ll go clean up at home and meet you back here in an hour. Save the dishes, they’ll wait for us to get back.”
He knew that would irritate me. But he left and I did as he asked. An hour later, we were in his brand new truck.
“So where are we going?” I asked.
“No you don’t, Ms. Kavana. I’ve never been able to do this for anyone. So you just sit there, belted in my moving vehicle and take what I have to offer.” He ran his fingers through his hair.
He was nervous. He only ran his fingers through that thick hair when he was nervous.
“Okay, come on! You have to at least give me a hint or something. Are we getting matching tattoos? Are we getting pierced or something? Maybe you’re going to give me off to an illegal sex ring or something.”
“You’re such a freak,” he said laughing. “Because of you, I sold all my buildings that were finished. I have an extra million in the bank. I’m thanking you today, and you’re going to let me.”
I looked forward through the windshield. He didn’t want me questioning him because he was doing something nice and he wanted it to be a surprise.
“I suggest you smoke now if you want to, because you can’t smoke where we’re going and you won’t want to go outside.”
In disbelief that he was going to allow me to smoke in his brand new truck, I rolled the window all the way down, holding my lit cigarette out the window. I watched the people on the street, lovers holding hands, people rushing off to their next location, even an interesting young man with a Mohawk assisting an elderly woman cross the street. That made me smile. She was eyeing him and he gave her a kind smile, under his black lipstick.
“We’re here,” John announced as he parked. I looked around. There were restaurants, shops and a spa. I wasn’t going to ask questions. No matter what John was doing, he was trying to surprise me and I wasn’t going to ruin it. Even if I hated it, I was going to smile and be appreciative of his efforts.
Out of the truck, he intertwined his fingers in mine and led me into the spa.
The inside of the building was warm as were the smells.
“I have an appointment today,” John gave his information.
“Of course, come right in.” The lady behind the counter led us back to a changing room with a partition in the middle. “Take off all your clothes, even the underwear and put the robes on. When you’re changed, enter through the door in the back and ring the bell.”
I gave John a big healthy smile and dropped my pants. “We don’t need a partition, do we dear?”
“God, I hope not! I love seeing you naked.” He dropped his pants to the floor as well.
“So what’s this? Are we getting pedicures?” I teased.
“Something like that.”
I took a deep breath and opened the door. Inside were side by side massage tables, side by side pedi-chairs, a bottle of champagne chilling between them and two tubs filled with a milky substance that had greenery and flowers floating in it.
“Welcome John and Candy. I’m Michelle and this is Grenalda. We’ll be taking care of you today. If you wouldn’t mind taking a seat in the chairs to my left.”
John and I took our seats. A young man came into the room carrying a tray full of fruit and cheese. He placed it between us, and poured two glasses of previously uncorked champagne.
“If you need anything else, please press the button between the chairs. My name is Michael. Welcome.”
“This is nice, John. Thank you.”
John raised his glass. “You’re fantastic Candy, and what I have planned today isn’t enough to tell you how wonderful you are. I’m very happy and very well off because of you. Before you hyperventilate,” he held his palm toward my face, “I have no proposal planned for today, just fun and relaxation and a very big thank you.”
I giggled and tapped my glass on his. “Thank you.” If there was a man on the planet I would try the marriage thing with again, it would be John, but I still wasn’t ready to dive back in that pool.
Michelle and Grenalda returned with tubs for our feet.
“What on earth?” I jumped. There were tiny fish in the buckets. I didn’t want to smell like fish.
“Don’t worry, ma’am,” Michelle said, “they will eat the dead skin. It’s completely pain free. Then we will wash your feet and you will do a scented paraffin soak.”
“What are they?” I asked.
“Minnows,” John said, “the same kind I fish with. If you stand in shallow water, and stand still, they will do this automatically. I was amused when I read that this spa used them. It is a five-star rated spa.” John looked concerned, brow furrowed and face red.
“John, it’s wonderful. I’ve just never heard of this before.”
“Dead skin makes the feet stink. When we wear heels and panty-hose we sweat, and it makes the dead skin rot, giving off foot-funk.” Michelle picked up my left foot and eased it into the cool water. “Now you know why the robes and the air are warm. Can’t have our fish dying, so they have to stay in cool water. You’ll only sit like this for fifteen minutes and we’ll remove the fish to a safe place and clean and sanitize your feet before the paraffin soak.”
I thanked her, then sipped at the champagne.
“I’m excited about our trip,” John started. “I think we’re going to have a lot of fun, not just that kind of fun, but you know, normal fun too. I looked up that website after my shower and there are a lot of activities and things. There is only one thing that bothers me though.”
I leaned up on my elbow, “What could that be?”
“Well, those tickets were five grand a piece, plus air fare. These people must be loaded. What do they do?”
I laughed, “this is nothing. You know that diamond bracelet, crystal decanter and nearly every new piece of jewelry I’ve brought home?”
“Yeah,” he answered.
“All from them.”
John popped a cheese square in his mouth, “What do they do?”
“Well, Janette is a judge in town. She’
d rather you didn’t know that. James is an accountant, though with full sleeve tattoos you would never know it. They are really down to earth and not snooty in any way shape or form.”
“Judges don’t starve, but they’re not that well paid.” John said.
“I swear, when you meet her, you’ll never know what she does or did for a living. She’s the most normal woman I met, aside from her sexual proclivity. I’ve just never talked to them about money.”
“So, I will fit in then?”
My jaw dropped. I never considered John feeling less than worthy. I’d always thought that feeling was specifically reserved for me.
“They’ll adore you.” It wasn’t hard to imagine Janette being pleased to fuck John, especially since I knew just how good he was at fucking. He was also much better looking than James, not that James was a bad looking guy.
John leaned back in his chair. “I shouldn’t worry. Their names start with a J and so does mine. We already have one thing in common, well two, if we’re talking about you too.”
“All done with the fish,” Michelle announced as she began toweling off my feet.
“I didn’t feel a thing,” I said. “I thought they were avoiding me.”
She giggled. “Their mouths are very tiny.”
Grenalda lifted a lid that was on the floor in front of my chair then pressed a button. A tub of warm paraffin rose. She eased my feet into it. “Open robe. Will make you hot.” Her English was broken. Her accent sounded exotic, like a mixture of Russian and French.
“Thank you,” I said smiling. I opened my robe a little, exposing most of my chest.
“May I?” she asked, grabbing the collar of my robe.
“Um, okay?”
She pulled my robe open, holding a piece inside my breast on my chest bone and tucking the rest behind me. She repeated on the other side. “Leave legs closed if uncomfortable. No worry, we don’t look.” She nodded at me and left.
“Well that’s nice,” I said for lack of better words.
Michael reappeared, refilling our champagne glasses and bringing more cheese and fruit, this time also carrying a tray of finger sandwiches. He didn’t speak a word.
“You know that’s all I expect out of you on this trip, right?” I asked turning my head toward John.
