Breakfast
“…and oh my god, when the last guy was fucking me and I had my orgasm, I almost couldn’t stand it. He just kept going.”
I believed that. When Tawny has an orgasm, as soon as it’s over, she becomes super-sensitive. If I’m doing her with fingers or orally, that’s the point where I stop all together. If I’m fucking her, I try to stop moving to give her a little time to come down. She’ll still be sensitive when I start up again, but once it has had the chance to fade a little, she tells me she loves the intense sensations, even though they verge on being painful.
The trade-show was over, and Tawny and I were alone, sitting at a table on the water’s edge, and waiting for brunch to arrive. Happily, the Mimosas had already shown up. We were still at the hotel that had hosted the convention. It was one of the top hotels on the island, it was right on the beach, and all of the convention attendees had left, so we had no need to change hotels.
She had been so wiped out last night that I’d gotten just the barest outline of what had gone on at the party, so this morning I was getting all the details.
I said, “So, sounds like you outlasted the room.”
She smiled demurely, looked me in the eye and said, “It’s just possible that your wife is an incredible slut.”
She held my eye for a few moments, then turned to look out at the white sand beach that led into the impossibly-blue ocean. “Wow, it’s beautiful here. I wish we could stay longer like we’d planned.”
“Yeah, me too, dear, me too.” An all-hands-on-deck situation at work had come up, and it was serious enough that we had to scuttle our vacation plans. Instead of another week here, we were flying out tomorrow morning at o-dark-thirty. “I know we are overdue for a real vacation. I promise, as soon as things slow down at work, it’s just you, me, a beach, and a lot of day-drinking.”
She nodded, still staring out at the ocean, and said, “I know.” She sighed. “Let’s come back here, shall we? This island is truly beautiful, and I’d love to see more of it. All I’ve really seen is hotel suites, the exhibit hall, and lots of guys making their O faces. Not,” she added with a grin, “that I don’t enjoy being the cause of them.”
“So Damon was pretty pleased then?” Even though he enjoyed getting to fuck her himself, I knew that what really mattered to him was his business.
“Oh, yeah,” she said. “He was thrilled with how it all went.”
“Did he fuck you again last night?” I knew he’d availed himself of her charms on that first night at least.
“No, although at the end there he did take a turn at holding my legs spread open. I didn’t even notice until I looked over and saw that he was one of the guys gently lowering my legs to the floor. And believe me, I was glad they were being so careful, because at that point I didn’t have an ounce of energy left to hold them up. After they untied my arms, they almost had to carry me over to one of the sofas. They even helped me get dressed. Or at least dressed enough to make it through the halls and back to our room.”
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