The Vacation Wife by David Stone (best selling autobiographies TXT) 📕

form of multitasking was new. I felt I could manage it. I slowed my pace to a point approaching stillness with our breathing providing the only momentum. I admit it felt just as nice this way too. It also meant my cock had a chance to look around, so to speak. I’d read something about this technique in Tantra literature.

“That’s it,” she said. “Nice. Now, look at me too.”

I lifted my torso and peered into her eyes. They had a dreamy look.

“Tell me why you want Greg to see me naked.” Her breasts heaved as she said this and her eyelids quivered. Her question sent an instant pulse to my cock.

“I honestly don’t know, Susan.” I didn’t.

“You want him to see my naked boobs. He’s going to see them, Ryan. He’s going to look over and see me naked, all of me. My nipples, Ryan. He’s going to see my nipples...”

“Yes.” This dialogue couldn’t help but add some momentum to our slow boil lovemaking. My cock was demanding it.

“Slow, honey…”

“Okay.” I forced myself to slow down.

“You’re the only man with the right to see me naked, Ryan. But I’m going to let Greg see me naked now too.” These comments made her pelvis lift into me. The moist warmth of her center experienced in this slow-stroke fashion was beyond sublime. I’d never notice this heat before, this liquid fire.

I imagined Greg savoring her naked body.

“Marci too,” said Susan. “She’s going to let Greg see her naked. All of her.”

“Yes.”

“Greg’s going to watch us both naked. He’s going to see Marci the way you used to see her… She’s going to let him. She wants him to see her nude.”

“I know…”

“And then he’s going to see my... He’s going to see my pussy. I’m going to have my legs open so he can. Marci is going to let him too...”

“I know. Yes. He’ll see it…” I began to pant as Susan’s pelvis heaved into my cock. I couldn’t hold back now, not when she was speaking in this fashion. Nor could she.

“Greg’s going to grab his cock and masturbate as he looks at me.”

I imagined this. I could see it.

“He’s going to stroke his big cock while he looks at my naked tits and pussy and ass. I want him to, I want him to come while he sees me naked… And… And I want to see it. I want to watch him come… I want to see him come...”

“Yes…” We were both now up to full speed. I was thrusting aggressively. I kissed Susan’s nipples. This seemed to do it.

“Oh, God!” Susan now arched herself into me, then froze. “FUCKING HELL, RYAN!!! Oh God!!! YES!!!” I could feel her clenching down, begging me to release. I did. We convulsed together into a perfect spasm of bliss. I grunted like a mad warrior as Susan’s body jerked under me, violently clashing with my cock.

It seemed to last for an eternity.

Once we settled down from our epileptic spasms, we were panting like two cheetahs after a particularly challenging kill. Susan looked at me with eyes full of wonder. She hugged me in a death grip, then rocked me back and forth. It felt like we’d both been transported into some heaven-like realm.

What was going on here?

I fell beside her to catch my breath. Only minutes had passed since I had arrived in our bedroom and it now felt like I’d landed in a new century.

In short, what had just occurred in our marital bed was of epic proportion. The walls would still be shaking tomorrow. Somehow, the world felt different. The footprints we now left behind would reveal the extra weight of some new knowledge, a secret knowledge. A new, erotic awareness had descended upon us. It was both heavy and light and dazzling.

These were the thoughts now percolating through my brain in a most uncharacteristic fashion. I knew they were a bit over the top, but I couldn’t deny them. After lovemaking my mind was usually a blank.

“Jesus, Ryan… I just don’t know what to say.” Susan rolled to her side and kissed me. “Holy hell that was nice.”

“It was beyond that. I seemed to slip into some other plane of existence. I liked it.”

“Me too.”

Beyond these few words, we were speechless. We slipped into the shower to freshen up, dressed and began our usual Saturday routines. Susan left to run errands and I did our bookkeeping. There wasn’t much to do there as I kept the books up religiously.

The rain hadn’t abated, so I sat in the living room with a beer to review the past twenty-four hours. My earlier ruminations about having landed in a new world weren’t just errant thoughts wandering into my mind after our pyromantic lovemaking. They were accurate observations. Our love life had entered a new phase—or was it a new frontier?

A frontier suggests a place that already exists. You find it. Did this mean this frontier existed for other couples? Were there couples out there already familiar with its existence? If so, why had Susan and I been kept in the dark for so long? Or had we discovered it just as other couples did—by accident?

How many things had we discovered in life that we didn’t know we were looking for?

And what had we discovered exactly? It was hard to say.

By all accounts, when I’d left the house the day before, leaving my wife Susan standing in the kitchen in her robe, I was a happy man in a happy marriage. I loved Susan without question and knew she felt the same way.

I reflected. Shortly after I left the house, Susan had been caught in her underwear in our yard by our handsome neighbor. In normal circumstances, this act alone would have only resulted in a funny anecdote. We’ve all been caught in compromising circumstances. I recalled one involving my mother and me being rather familiar with an athletic sock in my bedroom, but that is beside the point. The point was, we’ve all