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“Of course I do,” a confused expression creases her brow, “why you ask that?”
“I needed to hear you say it,” I told her.
“Baby, if you are having doubts or if you don’t want to do this, you can tell me. I won’t be mad or disappointed,” her voice is soft.
“I don’t have any doubts, I want to do this,” I reassure her. “Tonight is about you, you are free to explore. Whatever those wants, needs, or desires are, I want you to have them. You are always worrying about everyone else, I don’t want you to do that tonight.
Evie turns in my arms to face me holding my face in her hands, “Thank you, baby.”
Her lips peck mine, our kiss quickly deepening into a carnal entangling of lips and tongues. My hands roaming the body I knew so well. My hands grip the front of the corset ready to tear it into shreds for blocking the sight of my wife’s ample breasts. A sharp knock at the door forces me to release the hold I have on the lacy material, knowing our escort has arrived to show us to our playroom. Evie takes a step back taking a sobering breath, fixing her lipstick, and slipping on the resort provided robe to cover herself. Answering the door, we greet our escort and follow her to the waiting golf cart for our adventure to begin.
13
The playroom smelled like seduction, if you could really even pinpoint what that smell was. Low sultry lighting only added to the sexual ambiance of the room. A California king bed sat at the center like a stage waiting for its performers to roll around in the silk sheets, putting on their show. Marissa sits in the center of the mattress. As I look up, I see that every seat that lines the balcony was filled with onlookers. Sammie’s strong hand was at my back, his touch reassuring and keeping my steps from faltering as I walk into the room. He assists me as I climb to the center of the bed joining Marissa, then steps away to sit in the chair that faces the bed.
Her hungry gaze travelled the length of my body drinking me in. Heat creeps up to my cheeks at her appreciative gaze. Settling into my spot, I am finally able to take her in fully. Her beautiful curls hang loose around her shoulders. The red lingerie and garter she wore complimented her soft skin like she was a gift waiting to be unwrapped. My stomach flutters just knowing she’s here for me. She smiles, nodding to the various toys that laid on the rollaway table next to the bed, ready to be used in whatever capacity we saw fit. I gave a half nod to let her know I was okay with whatever she chose.
“Hold up where were those two when I was picking out somebody to participate in my fantasy,” a woman with a high ponytail shouts jokingly garnering laughs from a few onlookers. The comment makes my confidence skyrocket and my nerves calm.
The warm caress of her hand pulls my attention back to her.
“Are you ready, Evie girl?” Marissa asks
“Absolutely,” I nod, letting her know I was prepared for whatever she had in store for me tonight.
“I like that we’re both wearing red. Did you pick this with me in mind,” Marissa asks, playing with the edge of my corset.
“Yes, I wanted to look sexy for you,” my heart racing as I whisper out the innocent confession.
“I wanted to do the same for you,” Marissa smiles.
Leaning in, she places her lips on mine. What seems to start as a chaste kiss quickly deepens, her tongue slipping past my lips and tangling with mine; a moan escapes my lips at the taste of her. This is technically my first time with a woman. I’m sure she can feel the hesitation in my touch as I caress her breasts lightly teasing her nipples through the lacy material of her bra. Just as quickly as her lips are on mine, they are gone, trailing wet kisses down my neck to my breasts.
Skilled fingers unsnap the corset freeing my breasts. She uses her hands to lay light touches across my skin, taking her time to reach my nipples. When her touch reaches my pebbled flesh, her fingertips begin to slowly circle. Removing one hand at a time she replaces the touch with her mouth, alternating between kissing and sucking at my flesh until I whimper from the ache deepening in my panties.
Releasing my sensitive nub, Marissa lightly pushes at my shoulders sending me to my back, the satin sheets doing nothing to cool my heated skin. Marissa must sense that I want her mouth’s attention lower because that’s exactly what she givesme. Searing kisses land on my skin creating a delicious path to my center. The closer she gets the faster she moves. I look up to see Sammie watching me intently licking his lips, his hand repositioning his hard dick underneath the satin pants that matched my lingerie.Fuck my man looks good!
Impatient hands yanking down my panties pulls my attention back to the siren in bed with me. The fabric scrapes my skin until my lower half is released. Spreading my legs, I give my bed companion a view of the wetness her touch helped create. Mesmerized, Marissa takes a moment to look at her prize. Reaching between my legs I run my finger along the exposed flesh collecting some of my essence. Marissa’s eyes follow my movements as I lift the finger to her to taste. Prowling toward me like a predator approaching her prey. Her kiss swollen lips wrap around the digit sucking it clean, her eyes falling closed as she moans at my taste.
When she’s done her eyes find mine, “I knew you’d taste like this. So sweet and unique.”
“Thank you,” I smile at her compliment.
Marissa’s fingers busy themselves replacing mine rubbing my clit. She maintains eye contact as she lowers her head to tongue my slick flesh keeping eye contact as she eats me. Her tongue laps and circles my center so good my eyes roll to the back of my head.
“FUCK, right there, right there, right there,” I whimper gripping her curls rocking my hips against her mouth.
The moans from onlookers enjoying their own pleasure, only serve to heighten my own sending me over the edge and my pussy pours out my orgasm into her mouth.
Marissa raises her head her mouth glistening with the reward she earned from eating the fuck out me.
She doesn’t give me time to recover from my climax, flipping me to my side and spreading my legs to accommodate her,pressing her center to mine. Her hips buck slowly at first, pressing into me our slick centers as we rub against each other. Her clit against mine gives me the perfect amount of friction while she makes good use of her hands fondling her own breasts. My hips gyrate trying to match her rhythm and chase the building bliss. Despite her riding me like I owed her another orgasm, she was still able to signal for Sammie to come to her, latching her mouth to his, trading some of my essence for a kiss. Their lips part and Sammie returns his attention to me, lavishing my nipples with attention until I’m begging to cum again.
“Pull out that dick,” Marissa groans seductively, not missing a beat.
Her orgasm starts to take hold of her, her core pistoning against me until I follow her off the cliff of pleasure. My breaths are shaky as I lay spent, beads of sweat falling down my back. From the corner of my eye, I see Sammie obliging her command ridding himself of his pants. His hard member standing at attention.
My husband had been blessed with plenty of dick. It was long and thick and had a slight curve to the right. When we first got together, I wondered how he was able to make all of it fit inside of me without splitting me apart. I wasn’t a size queen, but I did hear a few gasps from the audience. One woman let out a groan and says, “Oh, I knew it was going to be big from the way he walked in here.” The envy in her voice makes me smile.
