Chapter Three — Michael's Obsession
I was beginning to enjoy this Saturday morning tradition of waking up with my wife's tongue and lips on my cock.
"There'll be no canoeing for you this time," Stephanie purred. "But I hope you're up for some canoodling."
My wife had clearly been spending way too much time hanging around Tyler lately.
Despite our night of passion only hours before, both of us were ready for more. As my dick got harder, Stephanie intensified her stroking and mouth action. She was straddling me, and furiously rubbing her pussy with her other hand. Within minutes, she adjusted her body so that my rock-hard cock was positioned right under her wet cunt.
"I know you've always loved this position, and so do I, especially when you lick my tits. Let's cut the foreplay and get right to it. Besides which, I'm really hungry, and not just for this."
Stephanie let out a squeal as I impaled her tight pussy. She started riding me and I started squeezing her nipples. She cooed in appreciation as I leaned forward and started licking her right breast, fondling the other one with my left hand.
"Oh my God, this feels good," she gasped. "You're the best fuck I've ever had. And I want you to be thinking about me when you're screwing all those other sluts this weekend."
"I'm not sure I'm gonna want anyone but you," I responded.
"You're so kind, honey, but we both know that if you get the chance, you'll be banging Gigi. And Lisa was flashing her boobs at you all night. Don't think I didn't notice. Let's just hope Erin
does
bring some strapping young man who monopolizes her pussy, or you may not have it in you to fuck me again."
"Well I guess I can't get too upset if you spread your legs for Tyler. And there's no doubt Aaron wants you too. Only this time you might want to avoid going for a walk in the woods and just find a proper place to fuck when you two are "talking business"."
"I didn't think I needed your permission," she reminded me. She'd picked up the pace and was grinding her pussy against my pelvis. I started licking her other breast and within seconds, brought her to an explosive orgasm.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck. That was good." Her pussy clenched my cock and put me over the edge. This time, it might have been me who made the most noise, as I let out a roar.
"I love it when you fill me up, Big Boy. All this talk of screwing other people turns me on, but nothing does it for me more than having your hard cock inside me."
I squeezed her tits one more time and she laid down beside me, her pussy dripping with her juices and my sperm.
"I'm going to take a shower and get ready for the day. Lisa said we might not get much sun today, and my all-over tan is starting to fade. I'll be quick, and you can shower when I'm getting dressed."
"I wouldn't think it'll take much time to do that, because you didn't wear a whole lot last time," I joked. "You're sure you don't want any company in the shower?"
"We don't have time, and I highly doubt you could get hard enough to satisfy me again so soon."
Stephanie gave me a playful slap and ran into the bathroom.
I heard the shower go on, and continued to lie on the bed. I knew I should be counting my blessings being with a woman who was perfect in every way — especially, but not exclusively, in bed — but I couldn't help thinking about the other fine females I'd be spending the weekend with.
As I had expected, Lisa had reached out a couple of times over the past two weeks, texting me some very artistic and revealing shots of her face, breasts and pussy. She said she was counting down the days until we came back, and hinted strongly that she wanted to get together regularly after they'd closed down the cottage for the season and returned to the city.
Gigi was a bit of a wild card. I was instantly attracted to her during our first and only encounter before last night. She'd made it clear then, and especially now, that she was up for some fun. Her curvaceous body would be hard to resist, and I wouldn't feel too badly about taking advantage of it knowing full well that her boyfriend would likely be banging my wife at the same time.
And then there was Erin. She had known we were coming back to her parents' cottage this weekend, but hadn't indicated either way whether she'd be making an appearance. She talked about her new younger boyfriend, and I thought it might be a little soon for her to introduce him to her parents. The only thing I was confident about that I wasn't about to be cast aside by her, at least not in the immediate future.
Upon our return to the city the last time, I vowed to myself that I should try to stay away from Erin. Stephanie had given me the green light to see her, but I couldn't be sure she'd regret that decision and grow resentful of me being with a younger woman. Above all, I couldn't put my relationship with my wife in jeopardy.
But on Monday morning, I was on the Club Exotica website checking out "Chloe's" availability for the week. She was scheduled for the following afternoon and early evening. Rather than book an appointment as myself, I made up a fake identity so that I would surprise her. I arranged for a 90-minute nuru massage, figuring that would give me plenty of time to enjoy myself, and for her to do whatever she chose to do that might risk her continued employment as a masseuse.
I'd committed Erin's number to memory, but I didn't call or text. I wanted to tease her. And the moment she opened the door the following night, I knew it had worked. She had looked a bit angry when she saw me as she entered the room, then brightened up immediately.
"Oh, hello Dick. So nice to meet you! What an original name. Is that short for Dickhead?"
"Is that any way to greet a new customer?" I laughed as I embraced her and gave her a kiss.
"Seriously, I was beginning to give up hope I'd ever hear from you again, and you were no better than all the other assholes who fuck me once and ghost me. I was on the verge of asking my mom for your number, but I figured she would want to keep you for herself."
"First of all, guys don't ghost you. They're intimidated by you, by your confidence and your sexiness. They know they're not good enough to keep you for themselves, so they take the easy way out."
"So how do you explain your lack of interest over the past 48 hours?" she demanded.
"Trust me, I haven't thought about much else. Work has been a total write-off. Every chance I get, I'm creeping your photos on the website and your social media. By the way, that photo on Instagram of you wearing the white fur coat — and nothing else — is pretty hot. If you'd been here yesterday, I would have been too."
"Well, you're forgiven for now, but don't let this happen again. Anyway, the desk says you've booked a 90-minute nuru, which is my favourite session. Less time cleaning up the room, more time rubbing my naked body all over the client's. I think you're going to enjoy yourself, and if you play your cards right, there might be a little bonus at the end."
"To tell you the truth," I began, "I've never had a nuru massage before. How does this work?"
