Morning came late after the previous night I’d had making passionate love with Devon and Matt. And Audrey, to a degree – a totally new experience kissing a woman. I had kicked off my heels somewhere in the night, and for the second day in a row, I woke up to a wide-open window and stood there looking out at the world in my birthday suit. With dried semen all over my coochie, legs, and ass. With the taste of cock still in my mouth, I headed to the tub and dropped in the bubble bath again. Turning my phone on, I saw several messages from Brian. Without reading a single one, I snapped a photo of my coochie and sent him a coy message, saying, ‘Wouldn’t you like to know who I’ve been up to?’ I quickly turned it off and stepped into the tub.
I was lost in a trance as I lay in the tub soaking the semen from my body. Perhaps I should feel guilty. Perhaps I should be weeping from what had happened, and yet, I was neither empty nor filled, guiltless or guilty. I was oddly at peace. I have always been a person guided by passion and emotion more than logic. A logical person would have never had days like my last two had been. But I am emotional. And emotionally attached to my husband. An emotional person as such would have never had days like my last two had been. As a passionate person, I am passionately in love with my husband. A passionate person as such would have never had days like my last two had been. Somehow, I had let the passion of my body and the emotion of my want overrule other feelings and thoughts. Never in thirty-something years had I done that. Okay, forty. Brian keeps track of numbers, not me. I had one more day at the spa, during which I needed to avoid Devon and Matt, and I would worry about how to best approach Brian with tales of these adventures on the flight home.
I slipped on a red print sundress with a tight bodice and free-flowing skirt, said the hell with the pretense of panties at this point, and stepped into my sandals. Grabbing the brochure and my pool bag, I started heading out to lunch. Yes, I had slept long and hard. The way Devon and Matt had fucked me the night before. Right at the door to my room, I froze. Devon had slid his business card under the door (at least one person had watched me walk down the hallway naked last night!). He wrote a note on it stating that he was leaving on an early flight. He’d had a great time and hoped that I would call him. He lived in another city just an hour away from my home. Against my better judgment, I tucked his card into my purse. I had thought of flushing his card down the john, but curiously, I simply closed the door to my room.
I ordered the grilled ahi tuna with steamed vegetables and a bed of pilaf. And a bite of bread. You know, just one bite, but we really don’t need to go over that ground again. I decided on an herbal wrap with stone therapy to cleanse the spirit, another stint in the hot springs, followed by a full body massage after a Vinyasa Flow yoga session. I would dine in my room on my last night to avoid any trouble at the piano bar. While munching on the cockhead-like texture of the tuna steak, I decided that whatever it was that I had been going through the past two days, it was something that I should simply go with. It was happening for a reason, and I should let it flow, stop resisting it. Besides, Brian always claimed he wanted me to experiment and venture out on my own. My goodness, how I have ventured…
Maybe Brian was right, maybe I did have catching up to do. Maybe that is why this was happening. Maybe I hadn’t sewn enough wild oats in my rebellious teenage years and that spirit was now harvesting itself as I enter my forty-somethings. Brian, Matt, and Devon were all different in style and build, but the outcome, or outcum, was virtually the same. Different ways to reach nirvana. Whatever it was, I would be smart with the rest of my day and take what comes my way. Or cums my way. Whichever. I’ll be prepared and accept into my being that which I encounter. Whew. It took an entire lunch and stone therapy session to reach a mental conclusion that was without undertone or ambiguity. The brochure did say the spa would help cleanse my spirit.
Then I ran into Audrey at the mineral springs.
It was awkward to talk to someone who had kissed me the night before. And nibbled on my neck. And sucked on my breast. And maybe something else, but I was so caught up in the two men taking my body to a new place that I don’t really know what else transpired between us, if anything. I almost didn’t step in the water. I thought about moving on, but I was in my bikini. And she was in hers. And she looked simply fabulous in her tiny green, string suit. Deciding that it was the better part of valor to attack any awkwardness head-on, I took up a spot right next to Audrey in the water.
“So, what brings you to the springs this afternoon?” I asked.
“I decided to stay over for a couple of days after the meeting and enjoy the spa facilities,” Audrey replied while wisps of a knowing smile graced her tender lips.
I took in the sounds, sights, and smells of the springs. The waters just felt divine. We talked about their presentations and the goings-on of the meetings. Audrey never brought up the events in Matt’s room. She did mention that Matt had left as well, so I felt safe knowing that I wouldn’t run into him again. But disappointed at the same time. After soaking in the springs several times I realized that I had not made an appointment for a massage! I pulled out my cellphone, which immediately chimed off with texts from Brian, and called the massage office – no single appointments available.
“Only couples massages are open for this afternoon?” I whined back at the poor phone attendant.
“That sounds fun, Diana, let’s be a couple for a massage. Who knows, we’ll either shock them or fit right in.”
Without taking a moment to think where this might lead, or perhaps I did, I booked the appointment for the two of us in an hour. We got out of the water one last time and, admittedly, I checked her out. Her 32B breasts were, indeed, perky, as I had made them out to be last night and they framed her figure beautifully. Her tiny waist rolled out to gorgeous hips holding up a small, firm, heart-shaped ass that was trying desperately to escape her tiny green bikini bottoms. She was a beautiful woman, and from the color of her perfectly arched eyebrows, I could tell she was a true redhead.
“Like what you see, Diana?”
Embarrassed a little, I just said, “Yes. You’re lovely to behold.”
We went our separate ways back to our rooms to shower and change, meeting up later for our massages. I changed from the sundress to a shorts and top ensemble. The blue shorts were tight, showing off my ass, so I once again went sans panties. The tan top stopped just short of the waistline of the shorts, my tits pushing the fabric out and away from my skin at the waist. I was making a statement and I knew it. I slipped into some three-and-a-half-inch taupe pumps and made my way to the couples massage area.
The couples’ massages were given in little huts that afforded privacy and a view of the Zen garden. The attendant directed me to ‘B’ hut where I found Audrey already waiting for me. She looked incredible in a tight, off-the-shoulder muumuu in the colors of tropical islands. She took one look at me and said, “Well, my, my, aren’t you asking for something.”
“I suppose I am. Last night was the first time I ever kissed a woman. Perhaps I want more.”
“Alright, Diana. Let’s see where a simple massage takes us.”
She slid the muumuu down her body and stepped out of it. She was completely bare-shaven. I don’t know why my eyes went immediately to her crotch, but they did. I then followed the lines of her legs to the ground and then slowly back up to her hips, waist, breasts, to her face, to her piercing green eyes. Her creamy white skin glistened under the candlelight in the hut. I was enthralled.
Silently she hung up her muumuu and lay face down on the table – with no pretense of a towel – and turned her head to look at me. I slowly pulled my top up and dropped it on my table. I then unbuttoned and unzipped the shorts, dropping them to the ground. I stood there in my pumps and watched her eyes scout over my body. She smiled. I hung my clothes, kicked off the pumps, and lay down on my table – also with no pretense of a towel. We held hands, held our gaze, and called the masseuses into the hut.
Electricity, fire, and energy flowed between us. The masseuses were a little taken aback by our nudity and the display of energy in the room. You could smell our sex as both our vaginas flowed with juices. Audrey said, “I’ll take the man. You get accustomed to the touch of a woman.” So, we did.
They started with our feet, and it sent me into sensory overdrive, holding her hand, staring into her eyes as pleasure ran from my toes up my legs to my crotch. I was getting wetter and wetter as the masseuse moved up my legs and then started kneading my ass. I had orgasmed yesterday with Eduardo, so I played an edging game with myself, resisting the urge to fully absorb the sensations. My gaze, when I could keep my eyes open, was fixed on Audrey. We had to let go of our hands when they worked their way up to give us hand massages and work on our arms, but all I could still feel in my hands was the energy Audrey and I had exchanged. Brian and I had never had an FMF threesome or a no-holds-barred orgy, but he had always to see me with a woman. I hadn’t really been interested – I didn’t consider myself bisexual and had never felt or demonstrated an interest in women. Until I saw Audrey at the springs. And now? At this moment, I wanted her as much or more than I wanted Brian.
Once we rolled over on our backs and the lavender oil began to flow, Audrey and I talked about last night, my chest heaving with every breath as I tried to control the sensations flowing through me. Yes, she and Matt are dating, but they are in an open relationship. Devon had spoken to them of this woman he met at the airport and of his infatuation with her, but nothing about the flight. I spilled the beans on that. Audrey, Matt, and Devon had conspired while I went to the restroom in my ill-fated attempt to masturbate – I spilled the beans on that, too. Their conspiracy was to see if I might be interested in an MFM threesome since I had flirted so hard with both men while dancing.
“I am so sorry if I took things too far with Matt on the dance floor,” I said, “I hope I didn’t make you feel left out.”
“Not at all, Diana. I enjoy watching Matt enjoy himself. Life is a buffet: step up to the bar and indulge from time to time. Besides, you can make it up to me tonight on the dance floor.”
“It’s a date,” I replied.
We finished up the massages with two very uncomfortable masseuses who got enormous tips from both of us, and then headed off separately to our rooms. We made plans to dine and dance at 8:00. When I got to my room I sent Brian a quick under-boob shot of my left breast and captioned it with ‘On the menu tonight.’ Again, I had several texts from Brian, but I just shut off my phone without reading them. I’ll review all his texts at the airport, I decided. I got in the tub with the bubble bath again to clean off the lavender oil. And I masturbated ever so slowly. Edging myself several times before finally allowing myself to climax in order to build to a stronger orgasm. Finally, I decided to take myself all the way to the end. With my neck pressed against the cold enamel of the tub, my back arched, and my legs pressed into the end of the tub as I came and came. It was an orgasm that was worth the wait.
A nap was now in order, as I believe the night ahead may be a long night, indeed.
I awoke at 6:30 to the sounds of my alarm and once again headed to the balcony naked. It was the signature stance of the woman in Room 611. After taking in the sights of the Zen Garden, I started getting ready for my ‘date’ with Audrey. I opted to go all out. I fastened a black lace garter belt around my waist – Brian’s favorite one with six garters, rolled a Cuban-heeled seamed thigh-high stocking up first my right leg, attaching the garters front to back, and then the same with my left leg. I felt sexy. I pulled up the matching lace panty over the garters. If Audrey and I made love tonight, I wanted to feel this sexy the entire time – panties slide off and the garter belt and stockings remain. We already know how I prefer to leave my shoes on when getting fucked.
Taking a few extra minutes, I lacquered my toe and fingernails in a special color red. After my nails dried, I stepped into a form-fitting red dress the bodice of which plunged nearly to my navel, a hemline just below mid-thigh, and a back slit for mobility on the dance floor without showing the top of my stockings. I slipped into my stunning black peep-toe Louboutin’s with a one-and-a-half-inch platform and five-inch heels. They were a birthday present from Brian and his favorite Come Fuck Me Pumps. I sat down to work on my makeup and hair, opting for alluring dark eye shadow, and lipstick to match my dress and the soles of the Louboutin’s. Studying myself in the full-length mirror I decided I looked good enough to eat. Brian would be proud of me for feeling that way. In his honor for always thinking I am beautiful and sexy, I took a quick full-body photo, sent it off to Brian with the caption, ‘Good enough to eat?’ and shut my phone back off.
Arriving a little before 8:00, I took a booth away from the dance floor, ordered a glass of St. Emilion, and waited for Audrey. The piano bar was more crowded than the night before and started filling up quickly. Fashionably late at 8:10, Audrey arrived, gliding down the stairs in an emerald green mini dress with gold accents. The eyes of every man in the bar were on her as she descended the stairs and began looking for me. I rose from the booth and walked over to her, embracing her tightly. It felt wonderful to have so many eyes upon us, but the energy between us was more electric that when we were together having lavender oil rubbed on our naked bodies felt even better. We held hands as we walked back to the booth.
Audrey ordered a Cosmo, and we placed our food orders as well – Sea Scallops in a white sauce for Audrey and Chicken Piccata for me. We headed out to the dance floor and took turns leading each other as we danced to great, light Jazz. The only ones on the floor that early, I’m certain that we put on quite the show for the crowd, two women embracing so intimately in public, our crotches pressed to each other’s thighs. Our breasts pressed together, resting our heads on each other’s neck. We took a break to go eat and ordered a fresh round, with both of us ordering dirty martinis as we had done the night before.
I decided it was time to come fully clean and confessed that I was happily married with two teenage children. I explained the cock-teasing game I had been playing with photos and texts.
Surprised, Audrey said, “You are a stunning woman with a body every man here wants. Devon, Matt, and I thought you were single and on the prowl.”
“Brian and I have a wonderful relationship and an adventurous sex life. For the past several years he has continuously encouraged me to play the hotwife and enjoy myself, as long as he gets the details after.”
“So last night’s epic adventure will be tomorrow’s pillow talk with Brian?” Audrey asked.
“Yes, if something happens between you and me tonight, do you object to being pillow talk tomorrow as well?”
Audrey smiled a long, slow smile and said, “If something doesn’t happen between us tonight I will be heartbroken.”
“I’ve never been with a woman before. I hope I won’t disappoint you, Audrey.”
“Diana, I promise you that you will not disappoint. You are too sensual. You emit a glow of sensuality and erotic energy. The way you speak, the way you move, the way you suck the pimento from your olive before eating the olive. I’m surprised you have never been with a woman. I’m honored to be your first. I’ve known I was bisexual since I was thirteen or fourteen years old, so being with a woman is nothing new for me.”
“Well then,” I said, “I’m glad to be the beneficiary of your experience.”
We left our meals half-eaten and headed to the dance floor, which was now a little crowded and the music a bit more upbeat than the light Jazz from earlier. We danced as only women can and enjoyed the Great American Songbook. On several occasions, men tried to work their way into dancing with us and I would just take Audrey in my arms and press my chest against hers. After four or five intrusions we decided to pay the bill and take our dance to my room. We strode up the stairs with our arms around each other’s waist, nearly as I had the night before with Devon and Matt. When we got off at the sixth floor we made the turn to my room and I slipped the key card in the slot, turned the handle, and invited a woman into my bedroom to make love.
I set my Pandora on Sarah Vaughn Radio, turned to Audrey, and we fell in a deep kiss, our tongues exploring each other’s mouth. Our nipples were fighting the fabric of our dresses. Breaking the kiss, we walked out onto the balcony. We resumed our deep kiss, hands exploring the other’s back and ass, moaning as the electricity flowed without constraint. We each unzipped the other and let our dresses fall to the balcony floor. She was in panties and a bra, and I was in my garter, stockings, and panty. Audrey giggled and said, “Stay right there.” She ran to my purse, turned on my phone, had me key in the passcode, and took a selfie of us kissing with the Zen Garden in the background. She sent it to Brian with the caption, “My new friend, Audrey.” And shut it off.
Audrey began fondling my breasts and just stood there absorbing it all. She worked her way down to my waist and slipped my panties off along the way. Rising back to my lips for another kiss, I took the cue and began fondling her breasts and sucking on her nipples. My favorite part of her breast to kiss was the tender skin of her under-breast. Her nipples were much smaller than mine in diameter, but were very long and sensitive. As I sucked on them I could smell her sex more intensely. I worked my way down her abdomen and slipped off her panties as she had mine.
She took my hand and walked me over to the bed, pulling back the duvet and top sheet to the end of the bed. Gently urging me to lie back on the bed she lay next to me, kissing me as her hands roamed over my entire body, avoiding my labia as she passed. I was breathing heavily and wanted, needed attention to my labia, my clit, my g-spot. My hands were kneading her breasts as she finally cupped my vagina with her left hand, her right hand holding my head, pressing our lips together. She easily slipped her middle and ring finger into my vagina, heading for my g-spot as her thumb twirled and pressed on my clit. I bucked and fucked her hand hard, my back arching, my toes curling as I screamed an orgasm into her mouth as our tongues embraced.
I pushed her over on her back and began kissing, nibbling, and sucking on her flesh as I worked my way down. My right hand was now in her vagina doing to her what she has just done to me, but I edged her, stopping before she reached orgasm. I had to taste her. I moved down to the foot of the bed and began making love to her feet the way Brian makes love to mine. Audrey was writhing and moaning in pleasure as I worked my way up her legs to her bare-shaven vagina. I curled my arms under her pale thighs, lifting her sex to my mouth. I took my tongue deep within her and slid it up and out to her engorged clitoris. Not exactly sure what to do, I used my tongue in the ways that Brian does that I enjoy the most: side to side, deep pressure, sucking her clit in my lips, massaging the clit with my lips as my tongue flicked the tip. Her hand moved to my head pressing me in tighter, letting me know what she wanted. She tasted heavenly and my chin was soaked with her juices as I felt her legs stiffen and extend. Her back arched and she let out a long, deep moan, bucking her sex into my face as she had a deep, powerful orgasm. She finally pushed my head away and pulled me up to her mouth for a tender passionate kiss.
“Are you sure you never did that before?”
We snuggled in each other’s arms, falling into a deep, blissful sleep.
