Chapter 9: A hot flashback
I took a moment to think about my wife's news.
"Listen, the last thing I wanted this weekend is for you to think about work. Actually, that was the second-last thing I wanted this weekend. Number one on the list was you getting fucked by a guy who clearly wants to steal you from me."
"But I know that landing an account with him would be a real coup, maybe enough to make you CEO when Philip retires next year, so I'm telling you that I trust you, I trust your discretion and your professionalism, and finally that I really wish that I had packed that potato sack for you to wear today."
Stephanie laughed, dropped her towel and gave me a big hug. "Thank you honey. I'll behave. Maybe I should be the one choosing my outfit for today, at least until I get back from my walk."
I took a quick shower while Stephanie got dressed. As I feared, she hadn't brought anything that didn't accentuate her perfect body. She chose a low-cut loose fitting blouse, a pair of short shorts and her running shoes. "I would have worn this t-shirt," she told me, "But I refuse to wear a bra this weekend, and that would have sent him the wrong message."
I got dressed and we went down to the kitchen. Erin had disappeared, probably back to her room, and Peter and Cassandra had joined Lisa, who was still in the kimono, which had opened slightly to display her pert breasts.
"My husband really tied one on last night. I'm not kidding this time when I tell you we won't see him until noon, if then," Lisa laughed. "I tried to revive him by sitting on his face this morning, but apparently he got enough of my pussy last night."
"We could really hear you guys going at it," Cassandra said. "Peter and I were quiet as church mice by comparison. But did you hear that ruckus coming from the guest suite down the hall? It's almost as if they deliberately left their doors and windows open to keep us awake all night. Some people can be so inconsiderate," she joked, looking at Stephanie and me.
"I think I overdid it," Stephanie said. "My pussy is closed for business today. It might take a week to recover. Sorry, honey!"
She was looking at me, but the message was clearly intended for Peter.
Lisa had pulled the leftover fruit salad from the fridge, and warmed up some frozen croissants. That, and another cup of coffee, was all that Stephanie and I wanted.
When we were done, Peter turned to Stephanie. "Thanks for agreeing to go for a walk with me. I hate to talk business on the weekend, but I'm always so damn busy during the week, and taking a couple of days off to come here is only going to make next week worse."
"It's no problem," my wife replied. "It's a little cloudy today, so I can't work on my tan anyway. And I already have some interesting ideas for you."
"There's a trail starting on the other side of the road, right opposite our driveway, that leads to a beaver dam," offered Lisa. "It takes about 15 or 20 minutes each way. That's where Tyler and I go when we need a walk to clear our heads."
"Sounds good," Stephanie said. "Let's go, Peter."
Cassandra turned to Lisa. "I feel a bit badly leaving Michael here on his own, but you promised you'd take me to that fabulous gift shop in town this morning. Do you want to join us, Michael?"
"To be honest, I think I'd rather jam hot pokers in my eyes than go to a place where I might smell pot pourri. You ladies go and buy a bunch of stuff you don't need, and I'll hang out here. I might even check out the hot tub again, even though it will be a lot less fun than it was last night."
Lisa got the keys to her BMW and they were gone. I went up the stairs and paused by Erin's door. I didn't hear anything, so I continued to our suite. The hot tub wasn't a terrible idea, so I stripped, grabbed a fresh towel and headed out to the deck. I turned on the hot tub motor and climbed in.
I was lying back, enjoying the fresh air, the trees and the lake, and thinking more about my experience with Erin at Club Exotica.
***
I
t was late Tuesday afternoon. Since it was summer, I was able to knock off work a bit early. All weekend long, I'd tried to fuck Stephanie, but she was working on a major campaign and wasn't interested in me. I felt I had no choice but to seek some outside relief, and when a 4pm appointment with the lovely Chloe came open, I booked it immediately.
I'd only had to wait a couple of minutes when she knocked on the door and entered the room. She was tall — about 5'9" — with long blonde hair, a pretty face, tight body and a set of firm C-cup tits. She was wearing a tiny green bikini that left nothing to the imagination.
"I'm Chloe," she said, extending her arms to hug me as I stood up to greet her. She gave me a deep kiss and grabbed my crotch. I immediately groped a boob and started stroking her hard nipple.
"It would a whole lot more fun if I were topless," Chloe suggested. "In fact, I think both of us are wearing far too many clothes."
She expertly unhooked her bra and pulled down her bikini bottoms, exposing her clean shaven pussy. She was stunningly gorgeous; the photos on the club's website had not done her justice. I'd learned from experience that the photos don't tell you how skilled the ladies are, and within seconds, I knew I was in for a very memorable treat.
She unbuttoned my shirt and unzipped my shorts, pulling them down to the floor with my underwear. I'd kicked off the topsiders I was wearing and we were both naked.
"That's a whole lot better. Let's try that again. I'm Chloe, nice to meet you."
