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

by “another woman”, I knew I meant Susan. My mind retreated to the tongue/salsa incident for a quick refresher. Yes, there was something about her being with Susan that excited me.

“I’m not saying I wouldn’t do it, I mean, for you, if you really wanted me to. But please, not some barfly.”

“I would never propose such a thing.”

“Do you mean a barfly or another woman?”

“Neither, not that I mind the idea of you being with another woman. I wouldn’t feel threatened. But certainly not a pickup in a bar.”

“What about Susan?”

That caught me off guard even though it had just been on my mind. I wasn’t sure how to respond so I let it hang in the air.

“I mean, I could see it with Susan,” continued Marci. “I think there’s something there.”

“How do you mean?”

“Like, when she gives me a hug, it’s always more than a hug. She really leans in with her whole body. It makes me feel tingly, and like I don’t want her to stop.”

This conversation formed images in my mind over which I had no control. My penis, which had been relaxing between my legs, possibly anticipating a long rest, was now climbing my thigh. Nude, this wasn’t a problem, but wearing briefs meant there was a struggle in play, said briefs being on the snug side. It was uncomfortable. I made an adjustment that did not go unnoticed.

“You’re getting a little turned on, huh?” I felt no need to offer a confirmation either way. She reached over and tested her theory.

“Poor baby wants to breathe, Ryan.” She reached into my briefs and straightened me out. I admit it felt much better that way. Of course, my cock commenced executing a full erection, which Marci tenderly fondled. Her head now rested on my shoulder as she watched her hand play with my cock. A nearly full moon along with the exterior resort lights offered sufficient illumination.

“You like the idea of me being with Susan, don’t you?”

“It’s crossed my mind.”

“Mine too. God, I’d love for her to touch me, feel my pussy.” She started pumping my cock. At first, I thought she was making a general statement, but soon realized she was fantasizing aloud for my benefit.

“If she stuck a finger inside me I don’t know what I’d do. I’d probably explode. You know me. I would come right on her hand.” My cock was now as firm as it had ever been.

Marci swung herself down and took me in her mouth. Its warmth was again intoxicating. She released it and continued to stroke my shaft.

“God, if she ate me out, I don’t know... Just seeing her head over my pussy, her tongue sliding up and down my slit, slipping inside me, curling over my clit. God, I would just die.” She gave my cock another tour of her mouth. “Then I would eat her out too, as you fucked me doggy style…” She pumped harder. “I can feel it, Ryan, your cock in my pussy, hard and throbbing, her pussy in my mouth, oh, God, I want it so much.”

I couldn’t hold back. I put a hand on her head as my pelvis lurched. She took me back into her mouth and I came with fierce, primal energy. She held on and sucked harder, like a powerful vacuum. As I settled down she released me, gave my cock a few summary kisses along the shaft, then moved up to offer a proper kiss.

When my normal breathing returned, I gave her a proper embrace. She felt warm and delicious, and still a bit pepperminty. She laid back on her pillow and emitted a gratifying sigh.

“That’s four,” she said.

“What’s ‘four’?”

“You’ve come four times today, at least that I know of. Three times with me and once with your wife. You should be feeling pretty sated there, cowboy.”

Indeed, I did feel sated. I felt wonderful.

“And you?” I asked.

“Oh, don’t worry about me. Anyway, I just came a little too. It tends to happen when my mouth is filling with cum. That must be a thing for me too... I mean, with you, of course.”

It struck me as highly fortunate that this was the case, and I was happy for it. She was saying it wasn’t an imposition. It excited her.

And now turning in my mind was the prospect of Marci and Susan making love to each other. I could see it clearly, and less now as a fantasy and more than a possibility.

Though it still seemed improbable. But so did everything else that had happened that summer, all thanks to a simple underwear incident.

Chapter 24: La Dulce Vida

LOS DOS AMIGOS

The next two days were overcast. As we were both the types to make the best of it, we sallied forth with several driving tours of our surroundings. We explored Mayan ruins and learned much about their culture before it was ravaged by conquistadors and, much later, tourists. We found it fascinating but quickly had our fill. It was the same when I visited the Louvre in Paris. Several hours of total absorption, then a quick slide into overkill wrapped by a visit to the gift shop. This would include purchasing postcards which, in this day in age, were never actually sent to anyone.

Marci was a dream companion. She always looked wonderful and was forever up for anything. She viewed the world with the eyes of a wondrous child and commented excitedly about this or that thing that amused her. We ate from the street vendor carts with zero disappointment. Nothing outside the bedroom excited her more than trying exotic dishes and experiencing curious flavors. Having known people who viewed everything with a disapproving vision and general cynicism, Marci was pure joy.

On the second day, we returned to the hotel in the late afternoon and enjoyed a nap, both of us managing to keep our hands off each other aside from general cuddling. Couples become in sync that way when both are generous with their affections and physical