The Vacation Wife David Stone (phonics reader .TXT) 📖

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Marci took my hand and led me to bed and, once there, held my cock tenderly. It sprouted to life.

“You didn’t come on the beach. Are you okay?”

I couldn’t have felt better. “I’m great,” I said. We kissed.

“I’ll do anything you want me to, Ryan. Just tell me what to do.”

“This.” I turned her so her back was facing me, then cuddled into it, with one hand holding her breast.

“Mmm,” she moaned. “I like this too.”

So did I.

As I was falling asleep, I could hear Harold and Emily erupting next door. Elsewhere in the hotel, Meg and Gail would be rousing themselves into lesbian orgasms. No doubt Chloe had found a victim for the night, and across town, Greg and Susan would likely be in the grips of their mutual attraction.

Eros was having a good night.

Chapter 26: Susan’s Surprise

ROOM SERVICE, MARCI SHOWS HER BOTTOM, SUSAN IS SURPRISED

Once again, I woke with a distinct feeling someone was playing with my man bits. Either a critter had climbed over the balcony during the night and joined us in bed, or Marci was feeling frisky or, at a minimum, playful. I looked down to discover it was neither a critter nor Marci. It was Susan.

“Hello there,” she said, noticing I was awake.

“Hi.”

“I’m not disturbing you am I? Marci said you really tied one on last night.”

“That’s not what I said!” said Marci, calling from the bathroom.

“Well, maybe she said you had a bit much to drink.” Susan winked and took my cock into her mouth. She let it go with a comical pop. Marci joined us in the room toweling her hair.

“How are you feeling, champ?” she asked. She smiled at Susan, who was still holding my cock.

I actually felt fine, which surprised me. The ocean dip must have straightened me out.

“I’m okay.” I reached for a glass of orange juice that had been strategically placed on the nightstand, drained it, and scooted up the bed to rest my noggin on the headboard. Susan’s hand followed and was now flipping my cock back and forth like it was a magic wand. Needless to say, it made me hard, so I was sitting there with a full erection talking to two women. For a full twenty seconds the three of us were silent while we stared at it.

My head cleared enough to realize Susan’s presence was unexpected. I worried if there may have been trouble on her secondary home front.

“I didn’t expect to see you this morning,” I said. “What’s up?”

“Greg got tired of waiting for the AC to be fixed. He ran up to Playa del Carmen to buy tools. He dropped me off here on the way. I missed you guys.”

“What time is it?”

“Close to noon,” said Marci. “Hey, there are some rolls and stuff on the balcony. Are you hungry?”

“I could use coffee.”

“Me too. I’ll order a fresh pot.”

“So, how long have you been here?” I asked Susan. She was still playing with my cock, but her mind was no longer present in the activity.

“About an hour. I ate brunch with Marci on the balcony. You needed your sleep.”

I wondered if Marci had filled Susan in on Harold and Meg. There was no way to bring it up without outright bringing it up, but I was sure Susan would have said something by now if she knew.

We discussed the day ahead and decided to hang close to he hotel and take it easy, maybe lay on the beach or by the pool. That sounded fine to me. The sun was out and I could hear medium-sized breakers on the shore.

Susan finally went to the bathroom, giving me a chance to check in with Marci, still fussing with her hair.

“Does she know about Harold and Meg?”

“I haven’t said a thing.”

“Good, I guess. I wondered if maybe he’d made an appearance on the balcony while you two were brunching.”

“That would have been a hoot… No, it’s been quiet next door.”

A knock on the door indicated room service had arrived. I covered myself as Marci went to answer the knock holding a towel in front of herself. A young Mexican lad came in with a tray and followed Marci to a table by the balcony doors where he put it down. She hadn’t attempted to cover her ass during this exercise. She signed the receipt and he left.

“You showed him your ass, Marci. I hope you didn’t bother with a tip.”

“I know, right? Aren’t I a bad girl?”

Susan emerged from the bathroom. “Who’s a bad girl?”

“Marci just showed her ass to the room service boy,” I said.

Susan laughed. “So, he didn’t need a tip.”

“I already covered that,” I said.

“Oh.” She laughed again.

“Hey, wait until you see this, Susan!” Marci went to the balcony and returned holding her suit. “I found it at Zooms.” She put it on, adjusted it here and there, and posed.

“Wow! That’s hot! And it’s so elegant and sexy!”

“Ryan likes it, don’t you honey?”

I nodded and Susan smiled. “You must be in heaven.” She pulled my sheet down. Of course, my cock had responded to Marci’s gymnastics getting into her suit.

“I’ll show you mine.” Susan reached in her bag and pulled out a suit. She removed her cute sundress, her underwear, and stepped into a one-piece that plunged in front and rose high on her leg with a very slim back. After fidgeting here and there and aligning her boobs perfectly, she looked at me expectantly.

“Amazing,” I said. “It’s perfect.”

“That’s really you, Susan, and classy! Neither one of us opted for slutty.”

They both looked amazing. I rose from the bed, took a quick shower, and hunted for my suit. It was hiding on the balcony where I’d left it. As I slipped it on, I heard activity next door and dodged back into the room. I still faced the dilemma of what to tell Susan about our neighbors.