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

but had never before given expression. We had both wondered about this and now we knew the answer to the question:

What would it be like if we made love?

This

“Oh, Ryan…” she said. “You feel so good.” She pulled me down for a kiss. “I knew making love to you would be this way… OH GOD! YES! OH RYAN, I’M GOING TO COME!!!

Along with me, she came for a second time, our bodies noisily slapping together out of control. I grunted like a wild man with my final releases. I felt my cock pulse as I streamed into her, her muscles contracting around my shaft, squeezing, willing every bit of my essence free.

I couldn’t believe it. Meg and I had just made love.

I rolled beside her and we cuddled, stroked, fondled, offered and returned tender kisses. As we settled down, I heard the door open and close.

I looked. Both Marci and Harold had left.

Chapter 35: Rise And Shine

ANOTHER DAY IN PARADISE

I heard a rattling of dishes, a rolling cart, and the soft thump of a door closing. I opened my eyes. Meg, still asleep, was naked with one leg over my thighs and her left hand on my chest. We weren’t covered, having lost the top sheet at some point during the night.

Marci came into view wrapped in a towel.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” she said.

“Who was that?”

“Who?”

“I heard someone leaving.”

“Oh, that was room service.”

I lifted my head to see the service cart, then at Meg, lying naked over me without cover.

“You mean you let them in?” I eyeballed naked Meg to highlight why I thought the question was an important one.

“Yeah. You should have seen his face.” She laughed. “Don’t worry. I don’t think Meg will mind.”

I tapped Meg’s shoulder. Her eyes opened and she offered a dreamy smile, then kissed my cheek. She rolled off me, removing her leg from its rather immodest position and looked at Marci.

“Hi, Marci.”

“Hey, Meg. Do you guys want coffee?”

We nodded and sat up against the headboard. Marci gave us each a cup.

“Where’s Harold?” asked Meg.

“He’s still in your room. He needed more sleep.”

“Did you keep him up all night?” asked Meg, smiling.

“Hey, I don’t kiss and tell.” Marci gave me a wink.

“That’s nice of you.”

“Did you two have fun?” Marci was now sitting on the bed next to me.

“Ryan was lovely.”

“He’s such a good boy,” said Marci, ruffling my hair. “I was jealous. We watched you guys, you know.”

“We were here,” I said. “We know.”

Marci smiled.

“How are you feeling?” asked Meg. There was no need to frame the question more specifically, though Marci thought otherwise.

“You mean my twat? I’m okay. It’s not sore anymore. Why? What did you have in mind?”

Meg laughed.

It was clear we were all in good spirits. We drank our coffee and chatted amicably. I wasn’t sure what zone I was in. I was lying naked in bed with Meg and we were talking with Marci, my vacation wife. I didn’t know what this made Meg. My vacation mistress? Unfortunately, I recalled the evening before when Meg opened my shorts and took my cock in her mouth. Naturally, I started getting an erection.

Marci stared at it and chuckled. “Who is that for?”

Meg looked. “It’s pointing at you, Marci.”

My cock grew even more, thanks to the attention, and began to center itself.

“I don’t know,” said Marci. “Now it looks undecided.”

It extended further and pointed at my navel.

“I’d say it’s up for grabs now,” said Meg.

“Are you doing that?” asked Marci.

“What?” I asked.

“Moving your dick like that.”

“No. It’s working on its own at the moment.”

“Have you noticed Ryan and Harold are the same?” asked Marci.

Meg nodded. “I noticed. They’re both nice. Not bendy or too veiny.”

“Have you ever seen a two-tone?” asked Marci. “I can’t handle those.”

“No,” said Meg. “I knew one guy who had a big lump on his. It was awful.”

“Yuck,” said Marci.

I wondered if they’d forgotten I was right there.

“These things are so amazing,” said Marci, now examining my cock like it was an interesting seashell.

“I know,” said Meg. They were both staring at it now and my situation was hopeless.

“What should we do?” asked Marci.

“I can’t do anything,” said Meg. “I’ll be with Gail later. She doesn’t like it when I’ve been with a man before her.”

“Why not?”

“She knows when a man has come in me. She says it makes me taste different.”

“Ladies,” I said. “I’m right here. You don’t have to do anything.”

Marci was stuck on the Gail thing. She picked up my cock to give her hand something to do and pressed on.

“Didn’t Ryan come in you last night?”

“I know. I wasn’t supposed to let that happen.” Meg looked at me. “It’s okay. I liked it. I knew I would.”

“Wow,” said Marci. “Being a lesbian takes a lot of planning.”

“I’m not a lesbian.”

“Right. You like men too.”

“Gail’s a true lesbian. Emily goes both ways.”

“Like us,” said Marci. So, she had decided. Until this point I wasn’t really sure how she felt after Susan performed oral sex on her. I knew she liked it at the time, but wasn’t sure it would stick. She slapped my cock against my belly.

Marci looked at Meg. “When is the last time you beat a guy off?”

“Not that long ago. Harold likes it.”

“I mean just beat off. No oral.”

“That’s what I meant.”

I was now releasing precum. Marci attended to it with a surgical lick.

A knock on the door signaled Harold’s arrival. He entered looking bright and shiny.

“Hi, honey!” said Meg. She got out of bed to give him a kiss.

“Am I interrupting anything?” he asked.

“We were just looking at Ryan’s dick,” said Marci.

“Someone’s got to keep an eye on it,” said Harold. “Is that coffee fresh?”

Meg fixed him a cup, retreated to the bathroom, then returned wearing my hospitality robe. Marci was still holding my dick. I tapped her hand to get her attention and motioned I was getting up.

She frowned. “I was hoping we could have a contest.”

“What kind of contest?” I asked, fearing I knew the answer.

She pumped my cock