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

I missed you. But I never thought it would happen.”

“Me either.”

“Did we learn anything today?” Marci’s eyes conveyed it was a sincere question.

“I think so. I’ll know better tomorrow. This sort of thing takes time to digest. What do you think you’ve learned?”

“That forever doesn’t mean forever?” The lift in her voice meant she was still searching. “I really thought I’d never make love to you again. We now know how that worked out. It’s like we’ve picked up where we left off. Well, before that, really. I mean, when we were a new couple. God, we used to go mad in the bedroom. We couldn’t leave each other alone.”

“I know.”

“And it felt like that tonight.”

“Maybe we’re at a new beginning, then. Not a restart, but something more than that.”

“I know Susan loves you. I think this only happened because she feels safe with you. You’re letting her get stuff out of her system. She hasn’t really been with that many men, you know.”

“I know. How many have you been with since we split as a couple?” I looked at the alarm clock’s second-hand to time her response, but she took no time at all.

“I don’t know. Five? One was that sulky guy. Two others were kind of one-night stands, including pencil dick... To tell you the truth, I’ve been lonely.” She got that look people get when they have a bright idea and are eager to share it. “If Susan will let me have you once a month, I won’t bother with other men.”

“Once a month? We used to make love three times a day.”

“Things change. I’m not on that schedule anymore.”

“You didn’t seem any different tonight. You were your usual self.”

“I’m my usual self with you, Ryan. With you, I’m really orgasmic. Most of the time with other men I’m just going through the motions. I can come, but not like with you. Hell if I know what the hell you do to me. I guess it’s because I really do love you. I mean, in a special way.”

I gave her a kiss which she had to break for a yawn.

“So, now you’re bored with me,” I said.

“No. But I’m exhausted. I haven’t come like that in forever, plus the booze. I haven’t drunk like this since college.” She put her glass on the nightstand, grabbed mine and put it there as well, and turned off the light.

Marci pulled me over on top of her. “Come inside me and we’ll go to sleep that way, just like we used to do.” Her fingers guided me in though it was hardly necessary. There was no where else it really wanted to be.

Yes, like we used to do. Even near the end, Marci liked having me inside her when she fell asleep. Sometimes, she would have a quiet orgasm and then whisper in my ear. She’d fall asleep, and we’d wake up eight hours later, still in a cuddle, sometimes with my cock right where I’d left it. She’d wiggle her bottom and moments later she’d have her wake-up orgasm.

It was a thing with her.

Chapter 20: Some Tears

BREAKFAST OF CHAMPIONS

I woke with an erection and immediately noticed it was occupied. As my consciousness shifted further into its daytime duties, I felt smooth, wet lips sliding up and down my shaft and fingers fondling my balls. There was also strong evidence of a warm tongue in the mix, now swirling over the tip of my cock. I looked down expecting to see Marci.

It was Susan.

“Hi,” I said.

She looked up. “Good morning. You taste like you’ve been having fun with another woman.”

“Imagine that… How are you?”

“Great! Sore? Mostly great though.”

“Did you get much sleep?”

She gave me a naughty look. “Not really. You?”

“Yes. You witnessed our grand finale. After that, we came up here and went to sleep.”

“Marci went to get McMuffins. She was starving. You wore her out.” Susan smiled but managed a pout at the same time like she had been left out.

“Aren’t you worn out?”

“Want to see?” She removed her light robe revealing she was naked underneath. The result was invigorating, despite my feeling completely sated.

“Sure.”

“Lie down.”

“I am lying down.”

“I mean scoot down then.” She chuckled. I scooted away from the headboard. She climbed over my upper torso and shimmied until her lovely, already swollen flower was over my face, upon which it descended. My tongue responded with haste, and she began riding my face as Marci had done the night before.

“OH GOD!” She moved faster and pressed down harder. I put my hands on her ass and played with it, letting my fingers explore. “OH HELL YES!!! JESUS CHRIST!!!” With unusual efficiency, she exhibited all the usual signs of climax, but I’d never experienced her climaxing this way. It wasn’t one of our routine positions.

She really seemed to enjoy it.

Her body went into suspended animation and then she bucked, driving herself hard over my extended tongue. After a few final jerks and gasps, she relaxed.

She laid over my chest and kissed me ruthlessly. I hugged her while rolling her to my side. She spread her legs and I slipped my cock in and pumped, and within several minutes came with unusual vigor. It was a complicated orgasm, full of all sorts of emotions as if they’d been knotted up and were now untying in a violent burst.

Susan stroked my back and kissed my cheek. Once my breathing recovered, I rolled off and leaned against the headboard. Marci was sitting on the foot of the bed eating an Egg McMuffin.

“That was pretty hot,” she said. “I would have joined you but I’m starving.” She laughed. A dollop of melted cheese graced her chin. She really enjoyed her food.

Susan sat up and smiled, wiping hair from her face. “How long have you been sitting there?”

“I came in right when your puss landed on his face. I said ‘Hi’ but you guys seemed busy.”

“Oh, great,” said Susan. “Well, why not? I guess, now that we’re all having sex out in