I reached the ground level. Wes stood on the driver’s side of the car, hands on his hips. There was light stubble running down his tightly clenched jawline. One brow was raised over his storm colored eyes.
“Carrie Ann Love.”
Crap. Full name and daddy voice. Double jeopardy.
I rushed over to where he stood. “Hey, sweetie! Don’t you just love the house?” I asked.
His arms went from hands on his hips to crossed tightly over his chest. His raised brow went sky high.
Stretching up onto my tippy toes I pressed a kiss on his lips. It was like kissing a stone statue.
I pouted, saying, “Baby… do you like this house? I worked really hard—oompf!”
My feet were no longer on the ground. Wes’ arms wrapped around me, tightly, as my feet dangled in the air. Giggling I wrapped my arms around his neck.
The smile that stretched across his face made me swoon. “I don’t like it… I love it.” His lips met mine and we kissed. I melted into him. His hands went under my bottom, wrapping my legs around his waist. My flip flops fell off as my ankles crossed.
“Oh, you are gonna love it baby! There is a heated pool, a hot tub and isn’t it just great that there’s an elevator to help you get all those bags and groceries upstairs. You just can’t put a price on that? Can you?” I laughed, nervously.
“The price tag—exactly what I wanted to discuss. Let’s talk about one little detail of this gorgeous house, my darling,” he whispered as he nibbled my earlobe. “How did you find such an amazing house in the price range that I gave you? I find it hard to believe this house costs what we discussed. Heated pool, hot tub, elevator… this is… a mansion.”
My eyes closed as tingles ran down my spine, his teeth nibbling a line down my neck. “Um…” He hit the sweet spot—that little dip between my neck and shoulder. “Ah.”
“Don’t have much to say for yourself, do you?” he murmured.
“Wanna try out our bed?” I asked.
“Oh, we will… later,” he said.
Wes’ hand moved from under my bottom, to the crack of my ass. My eyes widened and I gasped. My thighs clenched around his waist as his fingers pressed through the thin fabric of my shorts—onto my bum hole. I stared into his eyes, too shocked to speak.
“You owe me some money, little girl. And you’re going to pay me back, a little bit, every day of this trip,” he said.
Slap!
I gave a ‘yelp’, as his hand smacked my ass. Oh. My. Goodness. This trip just got a lot more interesting.
“What did you have in mind?” I asked.
“Oh, you know, a little of this…” His finger pressed further into my bottom through my shorts. His hand slapped my ass. “A little of that… whatever I want, really. You racked up quite a debt.” He smiled at me devilishly.
“A debt, I’ll be more than happy to repay,” I murmured, kissing him.
Jessica
The only thing hotter than my husband in the bedroom, is my husband in the kitchen.
Before we were even married, Ray realized there was two ways into my heart. My stomach and my vagina.
It was our first dinner at the beach house. Carrie and I were seated at the table with Wes, sipping on rosé, me watching Ray’s muscular back and arms as he cooked for us. My mouth was watering as the aroma filled the kitchen. My pussy clenched thinking of the things he would do to me later. Cooking was an aphrodisiac for him, and I knew he would make full use of his libido.
Giggling, Carrie refilled my glass. The last drop sadly dripped into my wineglass. “All gone!” she pouted. “Ray, can we get another bottle of this delicious wine you brought?”
Ray looked over his shoulder, giving Carrie and me, his daddy look. “One bottle between you two is plenty, girls. Don’t you think, Daddy Wes?”
Wes put a hand on Carrie’s shoulder. “I think you’ve had enough, little girl.”
Carrie pouted. I laughed—and hoped the tiny, blonde cowgirl could wrangle us another bottle of wine. Carrie had an incredible knack for getting her way. Or getting into trouble trying.
Buttering a piece of bread, she fumbled, dropping the knife on the ground. “Oopsie!” she giggled.
“Carrie, dropping your knife isn’t exactly winning our case for more wine,” I said, taking a sip from my glass. I was trying to catch up with the buzz my tiny friend had tied on.
“My point, exactly,” Wes said, kissing her on the forehead.
Ray gave me a wink over his shoulder. I knew he would fill up my glass in a bit. His short, dark hair met the dark beard I had trimmed earlier this week. His black t-shirt was tight around his biceps—I’d had a tough time finding clothes to fit his newly rounded muscles.
And what’s the only thing better looking than a man in killer shape? One who’s cooking dinner for you and your friends. The food smelled amazing.
But, I was ready for dessert.
Handing Carrie my butter knife, I said, “I can’t believe you got this place in our price range. I would have thought a house like this would go for a lot more. I mean—how many rooms is it? I haven’t even made it to the fourth floor, yet. What’s up there?”
Carrie waved her hand drunkenly through the air. “Oh, just a library loft. Nothing fancy. Besides, its off-season. Its sooooooo much cheaper off-season.”
Wes gave her the look. “Carrie Ann, it’s July.”
A pink blush crept into my best friend’s cheeks. “Well it may have been a tinch over our joint budget, but don’t worry—Wes and I have it taken care of.”
Ray came to the table, setting down a platter of roasted chicken. The smell of the meat and the thyme, rosemary and butter he had cooked it in made my mouth water. He said, “Don’t worry, I’m happy to cover the difference. I can’t remember the last time Jessica and I had almost a full week to ourselves. And knowing the kids are having a blast at Disney makes it even better. This house was the perfect choice, Carrie.”
Perceptive as I was, I sensed the squeeze Wes gave Carrie’s leg underneath the table. “That’s a generous offer, Ray, but Carrie already made a plan to pay the difference.” He took a swig of his freshly brewed iced tea as Carrie squirmed and giggled underneath his gaze.
My curiosity was piqued.
Later, I’d have to pry and see exactly what Carrie Ann would be doing to pay off the debt of our dream vacation. From the way Wes was staring at her pretty little mouth—I had a good idea.
Clearing my throat, I said, “Ray this looks amazing. Thanks for cooking for us.”
He leaned down, kissing my lips. “My pleasure, honey. So, what are the plans for this week?”
“Mostly just hanging out and relaxing. Swimming, sunning, exploring,” I said.
“Fishing?” Ray asked, raising a brow.
“Only if you’ll cook us what we catch. Jake mentioned wanting to go when they get down here,” Wes said.
“Of course, I’ll cook anything we catch. Although with my luck we will probably have to order in Chinese. I’m not great at fishing,” Ray said.
“I’ll teach you, and Jake is sure to catch something. He’s a regular outdoorsman,” Wes said.
“Sounds good, I spent most of my adult life behind a bar, and don’t have any fishing or hunting experience. Cooking, that I can do. What are the dinner plans? I worked out in overtime to prep for this vacation and I intend to enjoy it. Every bite,” Ray said.
Carrie laughed, saying, “I can tell, Ray—you look like Ben Affleck in Batman.”
Ray is a superhero—in the bedroom. I said, “All those bench-presses paid off, Ray. I think you’re safe to eat whatever you want.”
Ray flexed for me and the group laughed.
Carrie said, “As far as dinner plans go, tonight, this amazing meal you just prepared for us, tomorrow just us four again. Then Buttercup and Jake come for two nights. I’m sure you’ll cook us something fabulous the first night,” her nose wrinkled, “or we can cook the yucky fish you catch. The second night they are he
re, I got dinner reservations at the seafood restaurant you wanted to go to—the one on the water. Two more nights, just the four of us, then it’s back to Wilmington to have dinner on the river and stay in the hotel so we are ready for our early flight.”
“And don’t forget all the swimming and exploring we have to do in the daytime,” I said.
“Whew. Packed schedule.” Wes wiped imaginary sweat from his brow.
“Yeah—we’d best eat up, so we have energy to keep up with these girls,” Ray said.
We ate and laughed. And enjoyed each other’s company, as good friends do. Then—as really good friends do—we did the dishes together, leaving the kitchen spotless.
Wes stood over the sink, stretching and yawning. “Well, I’m beat. That was an early flight and a long drive. I think we are going to turn in if you two don’t mind.”
Carrie blushed and giggled, hooking her arm in the crook of Wes’. Turning in, must be code for, sexual favors to pay back the overspending.
Ray grinned, “Not at all. See you in the morning. I’m making custard French toast with berry butter.”
“I’ll have to work up my appetite,” Carrie murmured.
Wes gave her a sharp look, calling, “Goodnight!” over his shoulder as he led his tipsy, frisky wife down the stairs to their bedroom.
When they were out of ear shot, I whispered to Ray, “I’ll give you one guess how Carrie intends to pay off the amount she went over on this house.”
“What on Earth are you talking about, Jess?” he asked.
His furrowed brow made me break into a fit of giggles.
Picking up a banana from the fruit basket on the center of the table, I brought it to my opened mouth. Turning my head so Ray could only see one side of my face, I brought the banana towards my mouth, pretending to deep throat it.
Rays eyes widened as I fell into another fit of giggles. The wine had gone to my head and now, I couldn’t’ stop laughing at my lewd joke.
“How very inappropriate of you. Not ladylike, Miss Jessica. I should take you over my knee for making such a rude joke,” Ray said.
Hearing the words, take you over my knee, always had the same effect on me. My nipples tightened, my pussy pulsed, and I got super wet. “Mmm, maybe you should, Daddy…” I licked my lips. Wrapping my fingers around the banana, I ran my hand up and down, up and down over the peel. “I have been a naughty girl.”
He stood up from his seat across from me. Standing before me, he took the banana from my hands placing it back into the basket, grabbing the bulging crotch of his pants. “Should I spank you? Or have you demonstrate your skills on something tastier than a piece of fruit?”
“Both,” I murmured, ready to have him in my mouth.
My eyes widened as he opened his jeans, his oversized cock springing out. You’d think you’d tire of seeing your husband’s cock—but when your man is hung like Daddy Ray was, you didn’t.
Grabbing his hips in my hands, I pulled him towards me. His hands went to the back of my head, tugging at my hair. I teasingly licked the tip of his cock like a lollipop. “Yummy,” I breathed.
“You are so fucking good with your mouth.” Ray’s eyes closed, and his grip tightened in my hair. “Now stop teasing me and suck it.”
His dirty words sent shivers of desire down my spine as I took him in my mouth, holding his balls in one hand and his cock in the other, I deep throated his shaft.
Groaning with pleasure, he pulled away from me. “Now for your spanking. Get your clothes off and get yourself into that hot tub before I count to ten. One…”
I squealed, leaping from my chair and running towards the back door. A smack landed on the seat of my jeans as I pulled the sliding glass door open. I shimmied out of my jeans and panties, now bare from the waist down.
The lights were glowing all around the tub, steam rising into the dark sky. The jets hummed quietly, bubbles rising and bursting on the surface of the water. I stripped my shirt off, throwing it to Ray, who caught it in his hands. He was already buck naked, standing beside the hot tub with his cock out, high and proud.
I took off my bra, throwing that at him as well. I put my hands on my hips, striking a pose in all my naked glory. His eyes roved over me, a hunger burning in them.
“Two… ten!” he called, charging towards me.
I gave a laugh as his hands went around my waist. My big bear of a husband picked me up and lifted me over the edge of the hot tub, plopping me inside.
The water was warm and bubbly, and the wine had me feeling loose. Out past the dunes, the vast ocean lapped underneath the navy sky. The moonlight shone on the sand, making it look like it was glowing white. The stars twinkled in the inky sky. I lay back, hearing the crashing of the waves over the jets. “It’s so beautiful out here,” I murmured.
Ray climbed in next to me. “It’s so beautiful in here,” he said, his eyes on my bare breasts that were floating at the surface of the water.
“Gravity, age and pregnancies, be damned! All you need to have tits like you did in your twenties is a good pool of water,” I laughed.
“What a dirty sense of humor you have tonight. What are we going to do with that mouth of yours?” Ray asked. He leaned in, kissing me, his tongue exploring my mouth. He grabbed my breast, pinching the nipple between his slippery fingers.
“Dunno,” I murmured, kissing him back.
“I think I’d like to spank that wet ass of yours. Why don’t you bend over the side of this hot tub and let Daddy spank you a little? Hmmm?” he asked.
Desire melted my core. His hands were on my waist, lifting me onto my knees on the bench in the water. The cool air hit my breasts as I lifted myself out of the water. The chill further tightened my already erect nipples. Ray’s hands remained on my waist, bending me over the side of the tub, my dripping wet ass exposed.
“I do love to spank a wet bottom,” Ray said. Taking his hand up out of the water, he slapped my ass with a loud, smack! The spank was louder than it was painful.
“Shh!” I hissed. “Do you think they will hear that?” I asked.
Smack! Smack! “You think I care if someone hears me spanking my girl’s ass?” Smack! Smack! He grabbed my waist, turning me around and slipping me back down into the water.
Holding me at arm’s length, he looked me over, the glow from the spa illuminating our skin. His eyes shined as he said softly, “Damn, Jessica how is it you get more beautiful with every year? You know how much I love you, don’t you?”
“Yes. I love you too, Daddy.” His mouth met mine, his strong arms surrounding me. Lifting me up, he switched our positions so now, he was sitting on the bench. He lowered me down onto his lap underneath the water, his cock finding my pussy and slipping in.
With a groan, I slowly sat down onto his lap, pushing his cock within me as I did. My legs straddled his, my head leaning back, exposing my neck. He leaned forward, sucking on my neck as he pulled back, then thrust his cock within me again. I rode my man in the hot tub, the water splashing up my back as I went up and down on his hard cock. I leaned back further, his member caressing my G-spot. Groaning, my eyes closed, the orgasm building from within.
“That a girl,” Ray murmured, rocking his hips up to meet my pussy. My shaft tightened around his cock, clenching and shuddering as I came with an explosion. Moments later, I lay limp, next to Ray, my head on his shoulder, my breasts once again floating above the water.
If this night was any indication of what the week would be, it was shaping up to be the best week of my life.
Jessica
The next day after being stuffed with a French toast breakfast, Carrie and I hit the beach. We took turns covering one another with almost a whole bottle of suntan lotion—the daddies had threatened our rears if we got burned—then we lay out on our towels.
I adjusted the triangles of my red bikini so they were centered on my breasts. I adored tan lines and loved nothing more than to go home and have a white outline of where my suit had been. I would da
nce around the bedroom, while Ray watched from his seat on our king-sized bed, slowly stripping off my clothes to expose my tan and white skin.
“No fair,” Carrie grumbled, eyeing me grumpily.
“What?” I asked, adjusting the corners of my towel.
“You get to wear a bikini,” she said, pouting.
“You look cute. I love that color on you,” I said, admiring her blue floral, tankini. “It’s very… modest,” I added with a laugh.
She rolled her eyes. “You should have seen the suit I had bought to wear here. Black strings across the hips—two scraps of fabric on the top. It was so sexy, and I would have gotten an awesome tan.”
“Let me guess—Daddy Wes vetoed it?” Wes had a thing about Carrie dressing modestly. I think it had something to do with the fact that she could be a bit flirty from time to time. Harmless flirting was one thing, but flirting in a black string bikini, or one of those miniskirts she was so fond of, I could see why Wes liked to keep her covered up.
Carrie rolled her eyes. “Yes. He said it wasn’t appropriate for a family vacation. Apparently, Ray didn’t get the memo,” she grumbled.
“Ray bought this suit,” I laughed. “He couldn’t wait to see me in it.” I hated to rub it in, but I found it funny that she was a grown woman wearing a twelve-year old’s bathing suit at the beach. She was so tiny, too, she may have even found it in the kid’s department.
“You should have seen the other suits I ordered. One was a gold bikini. I swear I looked just like Princess Leia in Return of the Jedi. I was even going to try to braid my hair like hers. Now, I’m stuck in this thing,” she tugged at the top of her suit.
“I’m sure you would have looked great—no offense—but no one can top Carrie Fisher in a gold bikini,” I said, honestly. “There are just some things you don’t try to copy. Madonna’s black leather cone bra, Lady Gaga’s meat outfit, and Carrie Fisher’s gold bikini.”
She wrinkled her nose. “Okay, but what about a lime green thong bottomed bikini? That thing was sexy as hell. Can you imagine the tan lines I could have brought home?”
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