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Chapter 1
He was having a deep, dreamless sleep, warm and cozy under the covers of the large four poster bed with its thick, soft mattress. From somewhere in the depths of his slumber, he felt a stirring, very pleasant, enticing and familiar. As he slowly emerged from the foggy depths of his sleep, he became more aware of his surroundings. He was lying on his back and could feel soft fingers trailing across the skin of his bare stomach, tickling his flesh gently. But that wasn’t the cause of the stirring sensation. His eyes flickered open, blinking against the warm sunshine that filled the room. Squinting, he looked downward and saw that the fingers were actually long golden brown hair spilling over his chest and stomach, and a warm mouth was enveloping his hard member. He closed his eyes and groaned softly, then opened them again as he felt the lovingly wet mouth slip from his hardness. The hair flipped back and he was staring into the most hauntingly beautiful green eyes he could ever remember seeing.
“Good morning, baby” the beautiful woman kneeling between his legs said as she smiled at him, those inviting eyes sparkling mischievously up at him. Her long fingers curled around his stiff shaft and she slowly stuck out her tongue and licked the length of his cock before once again taking it deep into her mouth, her tongue and throat working even harder now that she knew he was awake to fully enjoy her morning blow job.
“Oh fuck, Carrie,” he sighed, lying back on the pillow and reaching out for her head. She murmured something and increased her sucking, taking him partially into her throat as she slowly and methodically coaxed the seed from his heavy balls. His hands entwined in her long, luxuriant hair and he began to move her head up and down on his shaft like he knew she liked. She wasn’t a submissive woman in anything other than their often very animated love-making, where she sometimes liked him to take full control over her. She murmured again and took him deep into her throat until she felt his dark pubic hairs curling against her nose.
“Oh fuck, baby! Here it comes,” he groaned, releasing her head. She didn’t pull completely free, but backed off until about half of him was in her mouth while pumping his shaft with her hand. The combination was too much and with a long agonizing groan, he released his hot seed into her mouth in a powerful ejaculation that sent some of it instantly down her throat. She was prepared however, and swallowed it without missing a beat, then lovingly licked and sucked hard on his throbbing head, coaxing every last drop from him.
When he finally finished, she pulled her soft lips free and kissed the tip, causing him to shudder and reach down to pull her slender, naked body onto his. As they kissed, he could feel the damp heat from her pussy pressing against his leg and moaned into her mouth, remembering how sweet her pussy tasted and desperately wanting to be between those gorgeous legs.
He broke off their kiss and rolled her onto her back, his mouth kissing along her bare chest and between the soft mounds of her beautiful breasts. He brushed his lips across her nipples, stiff and ready for suckling, then took one into his mouth. She moaned and clutched at his hair as he sucked, then nibbled on the hard little nub. He moved back and forth from one to the other, her sighs of pleasure urging him on. His hand trailed down her flat stomach and over her bare mons. She gasped as his fingers slipped into her wetness, touching her hard little clit and sending a shiver of warm waves of pleasure throughout her lower abdomen. As he continued to massage her sensitive little button, the tendrils spread until her entire body felt like an electric current was passing through it.
The sudden shrill buzzing of the alarm clock put a cold hand on her all consuming pleasure and she felt the warmth passing from her with the sound of the alarm bringing them both back to reality.
“Shit!” he exclaimed, his head poised over her inflamed lips. He glanced over at the clock and sighed resignedly as she slapped a hand on the off button, silencing the alarm. He smiled wanly at her and sat up, his eyes moving longingly over her beautiful naked body. “I’m sorry, honey. Duty calls. ” She nodded and smiled up at him, her eyes no longer wild with desire, but still lively and dancing with sexual fire.
“I know,” she said, pulling him down for one more deep, intense kiss before allowing him to sit back up. She couldn’t help but notice his previously limp cock was beginning to show signs of life once again. She gave it a loving caress and licked her lips. “Rain check?”
He grinned and stood up, stretching but never taking his eyes off of her. She rolled onto her side, propping her head up on one elbow. “Definitely,” he replied with a wink and a grin, “You’re not getting off that easy!”
She sat up, her hair wild and her enticing green eyes even wilder. “Promise?” she said, slowly crawling on her hands and knees across the bed, her mischievous eyes locked on his ever hardening cock, her pink tongue moistening her luscious lips. He watched her for a few seconds, mesmerized by her amazing sexuality, then quickly stepped back as she reached the edge of the bed and reached out to him.
“Hey, now!” he said in a chiding tone, but with a glint in his eye, “If you do that again, you’re going to make me late!” He turned and went into the bathroom, and as Carrie flopped down on the bed, she heard the shower start and suddenly had a very naughty thought.
She got up and walked over to the window, parting the curtain enough to see out. They were at a beautiful log resort in the mountains where her husband, James, had some meetings with a new client to finalize a new ad campaign. The meetings would be finished today, or lunch tomorrow at the latest, then they were going to spend the rest of the week here, just the two of them. Like a second honeymoon, he’d told her.
The landscape was beautiful, a true winter wonderland. The lodge was a three story structure, made almost entirely of logs and built on the shore of a lake nestled in the basin of two mountains, whose rocky crags rose to dizzying heights. It was January and the frozen lake was covered in a mantle of unbroken powder that ended in a thick evergreen forest before gently sloping upward toward the steeper slopes where the trees gave way to the icy rock. She could see the ice crystals sparkling in the snow in the bright morning sunshine, like millions of tiny diamonds hidden amongst the white powder.
She was still standing there, completely naked, when he came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He stopped when he saw her there silhouetted against the bright sunlight, her body still taking his breath away even after eight years together, five as husband and wife. He still craved her like no other woman and their sex was always hot and satisfying for both. She must have sensed his presence and slowly turned to him, causing him once again to catch his breath.
“Carrie . . . ” he said, holding up a hand and shaking his head, “Please baby, I can’t. If I’m late it might jeopardize the whole deal. ”
She pouted in a way that made his growing cock even harder, then climbed onto the bed, moving on her hands and knees toward him across the rumpled sheets. He walked over to where his suitcase was laid open on the bench at the foot of the bed and began to get dressed. She sat there watching him, one hand between her legs and the other caressing her hard nipples. He tried not to watch his sexy wife and struggled to pull on his shorts and pants over his raging hardon. He chuckled and shook his head, deliberately avoiding watching her masturbating as he pulled his white dress shirt on and began to button it.
“Baby, you are insatiable!” he exclaimed, sneaking a glance. He turned to pick up his tie and looked into her face just as she began to cum, gasping as her body stiffened, then trembled as she continued to finger herself to another orgasm. “Oh fuck,” he breathed, feeling himself leak a little precum into his clean shorts. Glancing at his watch, he unzipped his pants and dropped them, sliding his shorts down and releasing his hard member as he moved around to the edge of the bed.
Carrie opened her eyes as if sensing the presence of his naked cock and smiled sexily. She dropped to her hands and knees and crawled over to him, eagerly grasping his stiff shaft and taking him deep into her warm mouth, murmuring her pleasure. James looked down and smiled, then inhaled deeply as her tongue and lips began to slowly make sweet love to his cock.
“Oh, yeah!” he sighed, “Suck it!”
She began to move faster, her hand stroking him as her head bobbed back and forth, saliva drooling from her lips. She loved going down on him and preferred to take her time, but she knew he was pressed for time and was working her best to get him off as fast as possible. He began to move his hips, fucking her hot little mouth even as she pumped him in and out, the tip going into her throat more often than not. Before long, he felt the familiar buzz and gripped her hair, pulling her harder and deeper.
“Oh, fuck!” he gasped, squeezing his eyes shut and thrusting forward. She murmured again and prepared herself to receive his load. A second later, he groaned loudly and she felt his seed shoot onto her tongue. She stopped her movements and concentrated on sucking, swallowing each shot then making sure she got every drop before finally releasing him from her lips, smacking them and grinning up at him.
“Mmm . . .
He shook his head, grinning and chuckling softly as he kicked off his pants and shorts and reached into his suitcase for a fresh pair of boxers. “Don’t ever change, honey,” he said as he pulled his pants back up. She laughed and got up, straightened his tie, then gave him a quick kiss.
“Never,” she said, “I love sucking that big cock of yours. ”
He grinned and kissed her again, then picked up his jacket from a hanger. He pulled it on, adjusted it and picked up his laptop and briefcase. She met him at the door and they kissed deeply, his free hand gripping her bare ass and squeezing it. “Meet you in the restaurant at noon, ok?” She nodded and he opened the door. Without even looking to see if anyone else was in the hallway, she rushed out after him and threw her arms around his neck, kissing him one last time. He laughed and looked up and down the fortunately empty hall.
“You are so bad!” he said, grinning and shaking his head. She stepped back into the doorway, blew one more kiss, then closed the door. He turned and walked toward the stairs, thinking for the millionth time that he was one lucky guy.
Chapter 2
Carrie closed the door and sighed.
She let out a sharp cry as she came again, just the thought of their lovemaking enough to trigger another shuddering orgasm. She pulled her wet fingers from her dripping pussy and looked at them, her juices running down them. Almost without thinking, she brought them to her lips and slowly licked the drops from them, tasting her wetness. It wasn’t the first time she’d tasted herself, often sucking James to completion after he’d fucked her. She actually liked her taste and wondered if every woman had her own distinct flavor, like men did. She decided that they must as she slowly sucked her juices from her fingers and made her way to the bathroom.
She stood under the hot water, steam filling the bathroom as it beaded on her skin and ran down her overheated body in long streams. Her mind was still thinking very naughty thoughts and she wondered if she might be able to convince her husband to skip lunch and come back here for a nooner instead.
She rubbed a finger into her pussy and brought it back to her lips. This was making her very hot and she thought back to the discussion her and James often had about bringing another woman into their bed.
She turned off the shower and walked naked and wet into the room, drying her hair with a towel. She dried off and sat down at the table to do her hair and apply her makeup, leaving getting dressed until last. She loved being naked and took every opportunity to remain so as long as possible, and rarely wore underwear. She finished and went over to her suitcase, unpacking it and placing her things in the closet and dresser. They’d been in too much of hurry to get into bed when they arrived the night before to worry about unpacking. She turned on the coffee maker and unpacked James’ suitcase, her hands lovingly caressing his shorts as she put them away in the drawer.
When she finished, she went over to the window and threw the curtains wide open, completely flooding the room in bright sunlight. She poured herself a cup of coffee and stood in front of the window sipping on it, once again taking in the incredible view.
As she stood watching, a black Cherokee pulled into the parking lot and parked directly across from her window. She could see there was only one person in it - a young woman. When she got out and reached into the back seat for two suitcases, she noted that she was quite attractive, with shoulder length blonde hair and tight jeans showing a very trim figure. Her bomber style winter coat covered her upper body, and she found herself wondering if the rest of her body matched her sexy hips and legs. She watched her over the top of her coffee cup as the woman began to walk toward the hotel lobby, wondering why such an attractive woman would be arriving alone at such a romantic getaway. Perhaps she was meeting someone. Yes, that had to be it. There was no way she was staying here alone.
Just before she moved out of her line of sight, the woman paused and looked up at her window. Their eyes met momentarily and she could swear she saw a slight smile on her face before she disappeared under the eaves of the roof. Carrie smiled, a surge of adrenalin passing through her at the knowledge she had been seen.
She finished her coffee and turned from the window, reluctantly picking up the clothes she’d chosen. She wanted to wear her tight jeans, which she knew looked great on her and that James loved, but he’d be wearing a business suit and she thought something a little less casual would be more appropriate for their lunch date. She pulled on a tan skirt that fell a few inches above her knees and a white blouse, leaving the top two buttons undone. No bra, no panties. Her credo was that if she couldn’t be naked, she wasn’t going to wear any more than she had to. She checked herself in the full length mirror, brushing her long hair over her shoulder, then satisfied with her appearance, slipped into a pair of heels and picked up her purse. She still had a couple of hours before lunch, but the lodge had a gift shop that may provide some distraction from her erotically charged thoughts.
She made her way down to the lobby, nodding a greeting to several people she met along the way. She was wondering if she might run into the blonde woman from the parking lot and what her reaction would be if she did. Would she be embarrassed? She thought not, but who knew? She wasn’t a shy person by nature and was comfortable enough with her body that she wasn’t ashamed to be seen naked.
But her curiosity went unanswered as the woman was nowhere to be seen. She went into the gift shop and browsed among the usual touristy offerings of knick-knacks, t-shirts, and mugs portraying mountain scenes and wildlife. Seeing nothing interesting, she left the shop and wandered toward the restaurant, fully aware of the looks she was attracting from the male guests. She pretended not to notice, but loved the idea that men still found her attractive at thirty. She worked hard at the gym to retain her girlish figure and was often told she had the body of a twenty year old.
She entered the restaurant, which had only a few guests at this hour, most having already eaten breakfast and already at the nearby ski slope, and still too early for the lunch crowd. A couple sat in one corner next to the large fieldstone fireplace, which she noted had a real wood burning fire in it, not one of those fake electric or gas models. She chose a table next to the large window where she could once again look out over the mountains and the parking lot. She enjoyed people watching, coming up with little scenarios about their lives and what brought them to this particular place. The waitress appeared and she ordered toast and coffee. There was a newspaper folded on the empty table next to hers and she picked it up, scanning the headlines while she waited for her breakfast.
She was engrossed in a story when the waitress brought her order over and she set the paper down, smiling and thanking the pretty girl. The waitress, whose name tag said her name was Beth, smiled and asked if she needed anything else. Carrie shook her head. She poured cream into her coffee and watched as Beth made her way back to the kitchen, her sweet young hips swaying inside the dark blue knee length skirt she wore.
She suddenly felt eyes on her and glanced to one side. Two tables over, and watching her with an amused smile, sat the blonde woman from the parking lot. She nodded a greeting, then glanced toward Beth as she disappeared through the swinging doors into the kitchen. She looked back over at Carrie and raised her eyebrows as if to say, ‘very cute’. Carrie held her gaze for a moment, then looked down at her hand absently stirring her coffee.
She glanced back up and the woman was now talking with Beth, who’d come back out to bring her a menu and take her order. Trying not to appear too obvious, she took a closer look and noticed that her upper body was indeed as sexy as her long legs in those tight jeans. She had an amazing set of tits, not overly big, but well shaped and sitting high and firm under the tight sweater she wore. Carrie judged her age to be in her mid twenties, and her eyes were a bright blue, easily noticeable even from where she was sitting. Overall, a very attractive woman.
Beth left with the menu in her hand after pouring the woman a cup of coffee. She sipped at it and looked back over to Carrie, who smiled and turned her attention back to the paper. She was certain now that the woman was flirting with her. Enough men had done this for her to recognize it for what it was. The subtle body language, steady look, and warm smile were nothing new, but this was the first time a woman had done it. She went back to the article she was reading earlier, trying to take her mind off the pretty blonde.
A moment later, she sensed someone standing at her table and looked up, expecting it to be the waitress. She was surprised to see it was the blonde woman, smiling and holding her coffee cup.
“Hi,” she said in a sweet voice, then gestured toward the empty chair across from Carrie. “May I?”
“Uh, sure,” Carrie replied, closing her paper.
“I’m Samantha,” she said as Carrie took her hand and shook it, “Sam. ”
“Carrie,” a somewhat subdued Carrie replied, forcing a smile.
Sam nodded and looked around the nearly empty dining room before settling her brilliant blue eyes back on Carrie’s. “Are you here alone, too, Carrie?” she asked before taking a sip from her mug. So she was here by herself after all.
Carrie shook her head. “No, I’m here with my husband. He’s in meetings today. ” Sam nodded, glancing down at the ring on her left hand, but didn’t say anything. There was a long silence as each of them sipped their coffee and tried not to look nervous.
“So. . .
Sam took another sip of coffee and nodded. “Yeah. ” She paused as if deciding whether or not to say any more, then continued. “It was supposed be a romantic escape with my ex, but he dumped me two weeks ago. It was too late to cancel the reservations so I decided to come anyway . ”
Carrie nodded. “I’m sorry,” was all she could think to say. Sam’s piercing eyes held hers for a moment until she had to look away. Beth came over and set a toasted bagel down in front of Sam and refilled their coffee. No one spoke until she’d gone back into the kitchen.
“Don’t be. Sorry, I mean. It’s been over for while now, just neither of us wanted to admit it. ” She shrugged.
Carrie was stirring her refreshed coffee and looked up suddenly, her heart beating rapidly. Sam was chewing on a mouthful of bagel, but her eyes were locked on Carrie’s. She swallowed hard and felt her face getting hot. Sam merely watched her for another moment, then said, “You have a great body, nothing to be ashamed of. ”
Carrie suddenly felt very uncomfortable. This wasn’t like her and she silently cursed herself for being so embarrassed by this pretty woman with the bright inquisitive eyes and the hot body. She could feel herself becoming damp between her legs and was once again surprised that this was making her aroused.
“I . . . I just got out of the shower,” she stammered, her eyes dropping to her coffee cup. She could feel Sam’s smile without looking up.
“I see,” she replied, “And do you always open the curtains and stand there naked after you take a shower?”
Carrie, feeling her bold resolve returning, looked up.
Sam held her eyes for a moment, then her lips parted in a wide grin. She leaned in closer. “So do I!” she whispered.
Carrie stared at her for a moment, then began to laugh. Sam joined her and the tension was broken. After they stopped laughing, Sam looked around the now deserted room. “So what are your plans for the day while your man is in his meetings?”
Carrie shrugged. “We’re meeting for lunch, then he’ll be busy until around four. ” She took another sip of coffee, watching the pretty blonde over the top of her cup. Sam was nodding and picking at the remains of her breakfast. She looked around and then back to Carrie.
“Do you like girls, too?” she asked.
Carrie was momentarily taken aback by her blunt question.
Sam gave a short laugh and smiled warmly. “I’ll take that as a no,” she said. “Relax, I didn’t mean to embarrass you. It’s just . . . I had a feeling about you and we seemed to be getting along so good . . . ” She shrugged. “I thought maybe you liked me.
Carrie got over her shock and shook her head. “No, no, it’s not that. You just . . . surprised me, is all. ”
Sam’s eyebrows shot up and a hopeful smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. “So you do like women?”
Carrie felt her heart rising into her throat. The cards were on the table now, no more subtle looks and flirtatious double talk. Was she ready for this? Was James ready for this? Or did she just mean the two of them? She realized Sam was watching her, waiting for an answer.
“Well, I, . . . I mean we - James and I - talked about it. I am a little curious.
Sam took another sip of coffee. “But you’ve never been with a woman. ” It wasn’t posed as a question and Carrie chose not to reply. She looked around for the waitress and seeing her at the counter, signaled for another refill. Neither of them spoke as Beth hurried over and filled both of their cups.
When she’d gone, Sam leaned closer and reached across to take Carrie’s hand. “Would you like me to teach you? Show you how wonderful sex with another woman can be?” She gently caressed Carrie’s hand, bringing goose bumps to her flesh. “I think you’re very sexy, Carrie. And beautiful. When I saw you in that window this morning, you took my breath away. ”
Carrie had a million thoughts running through her head. She was attracted to Sam, there was no question. But this wasn’t something she could do without talking to James first. That would be cheating and that was something she swore she would never do. She looked up, meeting Sam’s eyes.
Sam sat back and inhaled a deep breath, then expelled it in a long sigh. “I see. ” She studied Carrie carefully before speaking again. “So the only way would be if he was there too?”
Carrie shrugged and looked down before looking back up to her. “Maybe. I don’t know. I just know that I won’t cheat on him. ”
Sam nodded and gave her a smile. “I understand, honey. And I respect that. ” She fished into her purse, took out a piece of paper and a pen, and jotted something onto it.
Carrie looked at the paper. Room 218. They were in 224. Just down the hall. She looked up and smiled. “Ok, I will. ” Sam pursed her lips in a kissing motion and walked across the room, her firm ass looking oh so good in those tight jeans. She glanced back as she turned the corner, giving a quick wave before she disappeared. Carrie looked at the piece of paper again and tucked it into her purse.
She left the restaurant and wandered back out into the lobby, not really having a destination in mind, her mind whirling from what had just happened.
She absently went back to the gift shop and wandered the aisles without really looking at anything, her mind miles away. After a while, she looked down at her watch and saw it was almost noon. Time to meet James for lunch. The nooner forgotten, she hurried back to the restaurant and sat at the same table, trying to formulate a way to tell him about Sam and her proposal.
Chapter 3
James left the banquet room where he’d given the presentation to his client. It seemed to have gone well and he was hoping to be able to wrap it up by mid-afternoon so he could spend some time in bed with his sexy and very horny wife. It must be the mountain air, he thought as he made his way down the hall, tugging at his tie. She was always a little wild in bed, and usually up for just about anything, but last night and this morning she was like a sex starved nymphomaniac. He just hoped he’d be able to keep up with her for the rest of the week, he thought with a smile.
As he turned the corner into the restaurant, he thought there was a good chance she wouldn’t be there and he’d go back to their room and find her lying naked on the bed waiting for him. Even though he was hungry, he would happily skip lunch to spend an hour making love to her. But he spotted her right away, sitting by the window and looking out, the light from outside partially penetrating the thin white blouse and revealing a silhouette of her slender body under it.
She turned as he approached and her face lit up in a smile that literally took his breath away. “Hey! How did the presentation go?”
He leaned down and kissed her before taking off his jacket and sitting down. “Great!” he replied, spreading a napkin on his lap. “I’m pretty sure I sold them on it. We just have to iron out a few details after lunch . . . ” He grinned widely and spread his hands, “. . . then I’m all yours!” He leaned across and took her hand. “Please be gentle!”
She giggled girlishly and squeezed his hand, chewing on her lower lip. She shook her head. “Uh-uh! Not a chance!”
He sighed and sat back resignedly.
Carrie leaned over and slapped his hands playfully as Beth arrived, glancing with mild curiosity at James. She smiled at them. “Hi again,” she said to Carrie as she placed menus in front of them. They both ordered coffee and James watched her as she walked away. He turned back to Carrie and she was giving him a look.
“What?” he asked, grinning, “Didn’t we agree that I’m allowed to look?”
She raised her eyebrows and tried not to crack a smile, wagging a finger at him. “But don’t touch. ” He laughed and shook his head, then leaned forward, taking her small hands in his.
“Baby, I would never cheat on you. Never. ” His eyes locked on hers and she knew he meant every word.
“I know,” she replied, equally serious, “and neither would I. ”
He smiled but saw something in her eyes and his face became serious again. “Is something wrong?”
She smiled and shook her head.
He cocked his head, a curious look in his warm brown eyes. “Oh? Can you give me a hint?”
She took a deep breath and looked around again to make sure no one was eavesdropping. “It, uh, concerns something we’ve talked about before. ” She paused, her eyes locking on his. “About maybe asking another woman to . . . join us. ” She arched an eyebrow and a his face took on a look of sudden comprehension.
“Oh . . .
She looked around the room again then settled her gaze back on him and nodded. “Maybe. ”
He smiled. “I see. ” His voice had a playful tone. “And where exactly did you meet this person?”
Just then Beth appeared with the coffee pot. They gave her their lunch order as she filled their cups and she went back into the kitchen. As Carrie watched her go, she caught a glimpse of familiar blonde hair and saw Samantha sitting at a table across the room, watching them with great interest. She quickly averted her eyes back to James, who was watching her expectantly.
“I’m sorry, what did you ask me?” she said, pouring cream into her coffee.
“I asked where you met this woman. And how do you know she’d be up for it?”
Carrie took a sip and added more cream. “I met her here. Earlier.
He stared at her for a moment. “Are you telling me that a stranger you’ve never met before came up to you and said, ‘Hey, beautiful! Could I join you and your husband for a little orgy?’”
Carrie laughed shortly and shook her head. “No, not exactly. She wanted me at first and I said I wouldn’t do it without talking to you. Then she said if a threesome was the only way, that was no problem. ”
He absorbed this and shook his head. “Wow, that sounds . . . ” He seemed to be searching for the right word.
“Unbelievable?” she offered.
“Well, yeah, a little,” he said, the skepticism evident in his voice. “What’s this woman look like, anyway?”
Carrie took another sip. “See that cute blonde sitting alone by the fireplace?” James casually made a pass of the room, never resting his gaze in any one spot.
James said nothing for a long time while Carrie swirled the remaining coffee around the bottom of her cup. Finally he leaned back and stroked his chin, eyeing her thoughtfully. “You’re really serious about this, aren’t you?”
She looked up and met his eyes, then shrugged. “Maybe, I don’t really know. ” She inhaled deeply and swallowed the remains of her coffee. “We always said that with the right person, it could happen. ”
He nodded slowly, still stroking his chin. “And you think she might be the right person?”
Again Carrie shrugged, then leaned back and studied his face. His expression was solemn, but she could see the familiar twinkle in his eye that told her he was definitely interested and that the ball was in her court. “I’m not saying we should jump right into bed with her, but maybe we could get to know her and see what happens. ”
Just then Beth arrived with her ever present smile and sweet demeanor and set their lunch on the table. They said nothing while she went to get the coffee pot to refill their cups and James gave her a dazzling smile and told her they were fine when she asked if they needed anything else.
Carrie noticed this and instead of being upset, grinned with amusement. “I believe you have an admirer,” she said, tilting her head toward the cute waitress. James glanced over at her then returned his gaze to Carrie, his mouth curling in a smile.
“Right. I can barely handle you. Someone that young would kill me for sure!”
She laughed at that and shook her head. “That’s probably true,” she joked, “You’re an old man don’t forget!” He was only two years older than she was, but it was a fact she never allowed him to forget with her constant playful teasing. The truth was he could satisfy her like no other man and she considered herself lucky to have found him.
He chuckled and picked up his BLT, taking a huge bite out of it. Carrie glanced over to where Sam had been sitting, but her table was empty, with only a plate with a napkin crumpled on it and an empty glass to indicate it had been recently occupied. She instinctively looked over to the cashier but no one was there. She must have slipped out shortly after they’d seen her. They ate in relative silence for a few minutes, each lost in their own thoughts. James finished his sandwich and leaned back, tossing his napkin to his plate.
“So, what should we do about your new friend?” He looked over at her, and his expression told her that he at least wanted to explore the possibility.
“Well,” she replied slowly, leaning forward, “Why don’t I find her while you’re in your meeting and get to know her a little better? Then we can talk about it tonight, maybe meet for drinks or something. ”
“Or something?” His eyebrows shot up and his eyes twinkled.
Carrie laughed nervously. “She seemed to be mainly interested in me. What if she wants to . . . you know. . . just the two of us first? Would you be ok with that?”
He thought for a moment before answering. “I think I would,” he said thoughtfully, then grinned and added, “I mean, you would have to screen her performance. A noble sacrifice on your part!” Carrie shot him a dirty look and tossed her balled up napkin at him. He threw it back playfully, then his expression and tone became serious.
She nodded, wondering what had prompted her to even ask him that question. Maybe she subconsciously wanted to make love with another woman and was looking for permission to do just that. She admitted to herself that Sam’s offer to teach her had certainly piqued her interest. James continued. “If that’s what you and her decide, then ok. ” He took her hand. “Just promise me you won’t fall in love with her and leave me. ”
She smiled and squeezed his hand. “Not a chance, lover. You’re stuck with me. ”
He gave her that boyish grin that made her knees weak and kissed her hand, then glanced at his watch. “I better be going.
She climbed the wide curving staircase to the second floor and walked along the carpeted hallway toward their room. This part of the lodge didn’t have log walls like their room and the dining room did. Instead, the interior walls were of pine boards with dark knots dotting the glossy varnished surface. Pictures of wildlife and nature scenes were spaced between every knotty pine door and wall sconces cast a warm glow along the length of the hall, giving the place the feel of a private residence rather than a hotel.
As she passed the doors, she found herself checking the room numbers, odd on the left, even on the right. She passed 215, then 216, 217 . . . She paused.
She quickly made her way to her door and was digging in her purse for her key when a noise caught her attention. She looked up and saw Sam standing at her open door, still wearing the same tight jeans and sweater she’d had on earlier. She was smiling and didn’t seem at all surprised to find Carrie in the hallway.
“Hi,” she said, starting toward her. Carrie forgot about the key in her purse and tried to smile.
“Oh, hi, Sam,” she said, her voice wavering. She stood there watching the attractive blonde walk toward her, her hips swaying and her breasts barely moving under the tight sweater. She swallowed hard and waited until Sam stopped next to her, her blue eyes glittering with an alluring light. “H . . . how are you?”
Sam ignored her question, letting her eyes move over Carrie’s body before locking onto her bottle green eyes. “Your husband is very good looking,” she said, her piercing blue eyes seeming to look into her very soul.
Carrie was speechless. Sam’s come on had taken her completely by surprise and she hadn’t felt such strong sexual tension since the first time she’d had sex. The pretty blonde pulled back and studied her eyes for a moment before speaking. “I saw you both checking me out in the restaurant so I’m guessing you asked him about me. ”
Carrie nodded, dropping her eyes and fidgeting nervously with the clasp of her small purse. “Yes,” she said quietly, “I asked him. ”
Sam continued to stare at her. “And . . . ?”
Carrie took a deep breath. She was nervous, scared, and excited all at once. Somehow she found her voice and managed not to let it waver too much. “He said . .
Sam nodded, then leaned in and lightly kissed her on the lips. “Then come to my room, baby,” she whispered softly, so close that her lips touched Carrie’s when she spoke. “Let me make love to you like only a woman can. ” Before Carrie fully realized what was happening, Sam had taken her by the hand and was leading her to her room. She offered no resistance, following in an almost trance-like state as Sam led her through the door and closed it softly behind her.
Carrie looked around. The room was identical to theirs except for a different bedspread and curtains. She absently dropped her purse onto the table by the door and felt hands on her shoulders, kneading them gently. Her hands dropped to her sides and she closed her eyes, enjoying the soft touch of Sam’s soothing fingers. She could feel herself becoming very damp between her legs and wondered if Sam could smell the scent of her excited sex. It seemed very strong in her own nostrils and wondered if it was just her imagination or if her body was giving away her desires to this strong willed woman.
She felt warm breath on her neck followed quickly by soft lips leaving kisses on her skin, then delicate hands pushing her blouse aside so she could move along part of her shoulders. She heard herself murmur something and the hands moved from her shoulders around to the buttons of her blouse. She allowed her to undo them, simply enjoying her touch and warm kisses. When she had enough undone to allow her access to Carrie’s firm breasts, her hand moved inside and began to lightly tease her nipples. Carrie gasped and Sam’s breath was once again in her ear.
“Ooo, sensitive nipples,” she whispered, her breath now coming in short pants, “I’ve made women cum just by playing with their nipples. ” She pinched one, causing Carrie to gasp. “Do you want me to make you cum, Carrie?”
Overcome by the feel of Sam’s gentle hands caressing her breasts and her warm breath in her ear, Carrie fond herself torn between two emotions. Her obvious lust and desire to make love with the beautiful woman fondling her breasts was strong and the dampness on her bare pussy lips confirmed her arousal. She wanted to give in; allow Samantha to have her way with her and fulfill her promise of a long, intense orgasm.
But then James entered her mind and her erotically charged lesbian fantasy was replaced by his warm smile and the way he made love to her, and she hesitated. Yes, he had given her his ok to do what she wanted with Sam, but was that only to please her? She couldn’t help but put herself in his position and try to picture him with someone else. She couldn’t imagine herself doing it.
Sam’s fingers were pinching her hard nipples and massaging her firm breasts and it felt so good, but suddenly very wrong. She brought her hands up and lay them over Sam’s, then slowly pulled them from her breasts.
“What’s wrong, baby?” she breathed, “Don’t you like that?”
Carrie wriggled from her embrace and turned to her, her trembling fingers fumbling with the buttons of her blouse. She looked down, then slowly lifted her face to Sam’s.
“I . . . I’m sorry,” she mumbled. “I can’t do this. ” She pushed past Sam and started toward her purse on the table by the door, but she felt a hand on her arm, gentle, yet firm. She stopped and turned again to face the attractive blonde.
“What is it? Am I moving too fast?”
Carrie shook her head as she hurriedly fastened the last button. “Maybe . . . I don’t know.
“What if he were here too?” Sam asked before she could open the door. “Would that be ok?”
Carrie paused, her hand still clutching the doorknob. She felt Sam’s gentle hand on her shoulder. “I really like you, Carrie. And I think we could be wonderful together.
Carrie thought about it for a second, then nodded. “All right. ”
Sam’s smile returned. She cupped Carrie’s cheek in her palm, then leaned in and planted a soft kiss on her lips. “Ok. How about if we meet in the bar at eight?” Carrie nodded and mumbled an affirmative. Sam reached down and pulled the door open for her. “Ok, honey. I’ll see you then. ”
Carrie turned to go and Sam’s hand pulled her to face her once again.
“Thank you,” she whispered, and quickly went out into the hall.
Sam closed the door and sighed heavily. She went over to the window and looked out at the lake. The blue sky of that morning had been replaced by thick gray clouds and already a few snowflakes were starting to flutter around the window pane. The parking lot had only a few vehicles in it because of the threat of the approaching storm and as she watched the thickening snow she wondered if there was any hope of bringing the pretty brunette into her bed.
Her hand stroked her breast, then she dropped it to the button of her jeans. She quickly had them unzipped and slipped her fingers into her panties, closing her eyes as she contacted her clit and began to massage it slowly. This would take care of her immediate needs, but she needed the touch of another person, preferably a woman. Suddenly her eyes opened and a smile crept across her face. Maybe there was another option.
Carrie walked quickly to her room, fumbling for the key as she walked. Her hands trembled as she inserted the key in the lock and opened the door. She tossed her purse on the dresser and went over to the window, her fingers toying with the buttons of her blouse as she stared absently out at the gathering clouds.
She went into the bathroom and started a bath, then went out to the small refrigerator and took out one of the bottles of wine they’d brought along. She poured herself a glass, then quickly slipped out of her clothes and went back into the bathroom, sipping on the wine. As she sank into the warm water, she felt all the stress start to melt away and closed her eyes, lying her head against a rolled up towel. If she could just relax and think, she was sure she could work it out.
Chapter 4
James smiled and shook the hands of the clients as they wrapped up the presentation. It had gone as well as he’d hoped and he now had the signed contract safely tucked away in his briefcase. His train of thought had been constantly interrupted all afternoon by the thoughts of what his wife and the pretty blond might be doing together and more than once he’d had to concentrate to prevent himself from growing a hard-on during the meeting. Would Carrie have the courage to actually spend the afternoon in bed with another woman? She had always been willing to entertain any new sexual games or positions he’d ever come up with, and while a few didn’t work out, most did. As a result, their sex life was always exciting and never the same boring routine, whether it was sex in public or simply a new position one of them had heard or read about. She was without a doubt the most sexually liberal woman he had ever been with.
As the clients made their way out of the meeting room and the hotel staff began to clean up the food trays and drink glasses, he closed his laptop and nodded a greeting to an attractive dark haired woman in one of the hotel’s knee length blue skirts and white blouse. She smiled warmly at him and he caught just a hint of a lacy white bra inside her partially unbuttoned blouse as she bent over to pick up the dishes. As he made his way out the door, he could feel his cock starting to grow at the idea of Carrie’s little tryst and hoped she would still be ready for a good fuck before dinner.
As he climbed the stairs to the second floor, he glanced at his watch. Four-forty-five. He’d hoped to wrap up the meeting earlier, but you never could tell about these things. At least that gave Carrie plenty of time to finish up with Samantha and hopefully be waiting to tell him all about it as he plunged his cock deep inside her tight pussy, still wet from Sam’s tongue.
He reached the landing and started the seemingly long walk down the carpeted hall to their room. He hadn’t taken more than a few strides when a door opened just a few doors from theirs and a familiar figure stepped out into the hall and pulled the door closed behind her. She was wearing one of the hotel’s blue skirts and when she turned toward him, he recognized her as Beth, the waitress from the restaurant. She stopped suddenly when she saw him and he saw her face blush a deep red.
“Well, hello there,” he said as he came closer, noting that she had just come out of room 218.
“Uh . .
“Relax, honey, I won’t tell,” he said with a wink, nodding toward the door she’d just came out of.
She gave him a nervous smile, her large brown eyes transmitting her thanks. He turned as she hurried down the hall and down the steps, watching her sexy ass under the tight skirt until she was out of sight. He chuckled to himself and reached into his pocket for his room key, wondering what lucky guest had seduced the cute waitress.
He opened the door and stepped in, looking around for Carrie. He saw her crumpled skirt and blouse on the floor and loosened his tie. “Carrie?” No answer. He went over to the half closed bathroom door and tapped on it, pushing it open. “Honey? Are you here?
As the door swung open, he saw her lying in the bathtub, her eyes closed and her bare breasts rising and falling as she slept. He went over quietly and sat on the edge of the tub, watching her sleep for a long moment before reaching out and caressing her cheek softly.
“Carrie?”
She stirred at his touch and when he spoke her name, her eyes fluttered open.
“James! Oh, I must have dozed off! What time is it?”
He chuckled and gently squeezed her firm breast. “Needed a little rest after a busy afternoon?” he asked, his eyes sparkling as he grinned down at her.
She looked away, then slowly shook her head. “I . . . I couldn’t do it,” she said quietly, then gave him a run-down of what had happened with Samantha. When she finished, she looked up at him, her hand resting on his knee. “It just didn’t feel right without you. ”
He smiled, leaned down, and kissed her. She responded immediately, her hand going to his head and holding his mouth to hers as her tongue snaked into his mouth. Just his nearness, his scent, was making her wet and all she wanted at that moment was for him to take her to the bed and make love to her. They continued to kiss for another moment, then James pulled back and reached both hands down to her. She took his hands and he pulled her to her feet, the water streaming down her naked body and making him hard almost instantly.
Suddenly, he reached down and picked her up, still kissing her, and carried her out into the main room. He stopped before the bed and broke off the kiss, giving her a stern look.
“So you couldn’t fuck another woman, huh?” He glared at her, his eyes twinkling playfully.
Carrie, recognizing his role playing persona, immediately slipped into her character of the submissive slut.
“I . . . I’m sorry,” she mumbled, lowering her eyes. “I tried . . . ” she said apologetically, “. . .
He shook his head and sighed, then threw her roughly onto the bed. “Then I guess I’m going to have to punish you. You know I wanted you to fuck her so you’d be ready when we all got together later. ”
Carrie crawled to her knees on the bed and bowed her head. “I deserve to be punished,” she murmured in a low voice, “I failed you. ”
He stepped closer to the bed and unfastened his belt. “You can start by sucking my cock,” he told her, standing with his hands at his sides.
Carrie crawled over to him and began to unfasten his pants. She pulled them down, then his boxers, and pulled out his hard cock. She looked up at him and he nodded. She gripped his hard member and slowly took it into her mouth, sucking hard as she did.
“More,” he said, placing a hand on the back of her head, “I want you to take it all, you disobedient little slut. ”
He pushed her head forward, forcing the tip of his cock into her throat. He heard her gag, but knew she could easily handle his full length.
He watched as his beautiful naked wife took his entire length, her nose bumping against his trimmed pubic hair. She began to move back and forth, gagging sounds coming from deep in her throat as she pumped his cock in and out of her hot little mouth.
“Mmmm,” he murmured, pushing her hair from her face, “that’s good, my little slut. You like sucking my big cock, don’t you?” Carrie managed a nod without breaking her rhythm. “When you finish sucking me, I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to stop, then I’m going to cum all over that pretty face and watch you lick it up and swallow it. ” She raised her eyes upward and nodded again, his thick cock still between her luscious lips.
She kept this up for a few more minutes while he took off his coat, tie and shirt until he recognized from her body language that her jaw was getting tired, then he pushed her back onto the bed. “All right, slut, turn around and give me that pussy. ”
Carrie spun around and knelt on the bed on all fours while he kicked off his pants and shorts. He looked down at his naked wife, her ass pointing up at him while her face was buried in the covers of the bed. He reached out and gave her ass a solid slap and she cried out. He slapped her again and this time she moaned and whimpered, wriggling her reddening ass. He grabbed her cheeks and spread them wide, opening her pink pussy, swollen and dripping with her juices. Her tiny puckered asshole was looking straight up at him and he dipped a finger into her wet snatch, then rubbed it over her little rosebud.
“Would you like me to fuck you in that tight little ass, you horny bitch?” he teased, pressing his finger against her hole.
“Oh . . . ” she moaned, “If that’s what you deem to be my punishment. ” She gasped as he inserted his finger into her tight asshole. At the same time, he slid the tip of his cock along her wet lips, causing her to moan louder and push back, trying to force him to penetrate her pussy.
“Please . . . ” she moaned, “. . .
He smiled and pushed his finger deeper into her tight little ass, causing her to grunt and grip the sheets. “I’ll fuck you when and where I want to, whore. ” He reached down and grabbed her long hair, pulling her head up. “Do you understand?”
She attempted a nod, but he was holding her hair too tight. Not enough to actually hurt her - he knew her limits well - but enough to cause her some discomfort. “Y . . . yes, I . . . understand. I’m sorry.
He leaned over her, his cock slipping between her labia. “Good. Don’t forget who is in charge here. ”
She moaned as he pressed harder, pushing into her warm, wet pussy. She could feel him spreading her wider as he sank deeper, and his finger began to push in and out of her distended asshole, going deeper each time until he was fucking her with the entire length. She was in ecstasy, his cock finally fucking her while he diddled with her ass. Anal was a fairly recent addition to their sexual games, and she had only taken his cock a few times, but she was quickly learning to love it. The combination of his cock in her pussy and his finger in her ass was quickly bringing her to the brink of orgasm and she knew it would be a good one.
James began to move a little faster, thrusting deep into her until his pelvis met with the curve of her ass. She could feel his heavy ball sac slapping against her clit and his hand tugging on her hair was almost too much. She felt herself starting to cum, her body tensing and her pussy tightening around his thrusting cock. He must have felt it too because he began to slam harder into her, moving faster and faster. She began a long wail as her climax built and released. He continued his assault, their bodies slamming together almost in a blur. The room was filled with slapping of their sweaty skin and their gasping breaths, combined with Carrie’s increasingly louder moans.
She came for what seemed an eternity. His jack-hammer thrusts kept her cumming again and again until she lost count. It seemed unbelievable that he was able to last as long as he did, but he had always been an amazing lover, and never failed to pleasure her before he finally came. Finally, she felt his thrusts slowing and could hear his moans over her own from somewhere in the foggy depths of her barely conscious mind. A few seconds later, his finger was pulled from her rectum and then his cock was torn from her spasming pussy. She felt his hands on her waist and knew what to do.
Quickly, she spun around and presented her face to him while he stroked his wet cock. She looked up at him; at the grim look of concentration on his flushed face, then down at the swollen purple tip of his cock as he pumped it, pointing it at her face. He reached out with his other hand and grabbed her hair, yanking back until she was looking up at him, her mouth open to receive his load.
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