Kitty had been shocked by Don's question. It was like a slap across the face after a night of mind-blowing sex with the two men now lying on either side of her in the huge bed. Tom was emotionally and physically exhausted and was sound asleep on one side of her. However, Don seemed to have been re-charged by the repeated sexual escapades over the previous night's many hours. First with his former sexual partner Tom, and then with Kitty and Tom together. For her part, Kitty had never before experienced sex with two men simultaneously and their adroit love making techniques together brought her to new heights of orgasmic pleasure. She luxuriated in the memory of those pleasures as her body continued to hum with the post coital-high. An electrical undercurrent from the two men played every part of her body like a fine-tuned violin for its most exciting, arousing stimulation - provided a more powerful satisfaction than Kitty had ever before experienced. The men had done everything conceivable to Kitty in a magnificently spontaneous, yet somehow still coordinated dance of the most erotic, sexual nature.
"No." She didn't feel more was required.
"Why not? You are a gorgeous woman who has, I'm sure, attracted many men, and just as many women. Have you turned them, other women, away... have you not wanted to go there?"
Kitty didn't want to be interrogated by this man. She was tired after the night's continuous sexual activity, and despite how satisfying as it had been for her, she didn't feel she owed this man any justification, or rationale, even if he was her lover's former sexual interest. She mumbled, "Mmmmm," and hoped he got the message. She didn't feel the need to discuss it further. Kitty knew that Tom loved her as much she loved him. Her wants, desires or any other stimulations of sexual curiosity were not important - Tom was her lover and she was his - even after the revelations of the past twenty-four hours.
Kitty was exhausted she wanted, no she needed sleep. She kept dozing off...
Tom moved in the bed, slowly turning trying not to wake Kitty. He needed to use the toilet. As he rose up on his elbow flashes of the previous night went careening through his mind. Some of it shocking, some of it sensually, sexually enjoyable and satisfying, but part of his memory was clouded by a pounding headache. Suddenly Tom felt nauseous and moved more quickly but he still tried not to wake Kitty. He looked at his long-time lover adoringly and brushed her cheek affectionately with the very tips of his fingers. Tom knew how much he loved Kitty and how much her reaction to last night meant to him, even if at first, it had been a shocking revelation to her.
As Tom moved from the bed toward the bathroom he realized Don was gone. For a fleeting moment he wondered where his former sex partner had gotten to... but the urge for the toilet over whelmed his mind. He stood in the bathroom assessing his scruffy image in the mirror and decided to jump in the shower and clean up - perhaps the hot water would reinvigorate him. Tom showered and shaved and came out of the bathroom refreshed and ravenous. Kitty was still asleep, but Tom stroked her cheek again and bent to kiss her gently on the forehead. He grabbed a pair of swim trunks and headed for the kitchenette to rummage for something to eat, or to call room service.
Suddenly, Kitty felt abandoned. The bed seemed cold and lonely. She moved her head slowly from side-to -side and realized that she was, in fact alone - naked in the bed where she had sex with two men simultaneously, or rather more accurately they with her, the previous night.
She could hear a muffled voice somewhere in the suite, but she couldn't be sure if it was Tom. Kitty stretched her arms and arched her back - a luxurious feeling of comfort and extravagance overcame her - alone in the huge bed. Kitty had been the center of two men's sexual attentions last night and she had been satisfied beyond her wildest dreams. Tom was a fabulously attentive lover, but what Kitty experienced last night was a totally new sexual experience for her. Kitty rolled on her belly and shoved a sex-scented pillow over her head and fell back to sleep...
Tom placed an order with room service - he was starving and ordered enough food to feed a small army. As he was speaking with room service, Tom wandered around the living area and noticed a hand-written note left on the breakfast-bar. Don had written: 'I'll call later. So glad we re-connected last night.'
After disconnecting with room service, Tom thoughtfully set the note down on the countertop and stared at it for a long time. He had mixed reactions about seeing Don again after so many years, but even more, he had reservations about involving Kitty in his past life. He turned away from the note and made a sudden dash for the pool - jumping in with his legs tucked against his chest - his body hit the water with a loud 'thunk' and water sprayed over the pool deck.
The noise awoke Kitty with a start. She wasn't sure what the sound was but it had been close at hand and very much out of place in the quiet of the hotel suite. A few minutes later the doorbell rang and once again she heard voices, so this time Kitty reluctantly rolled out of bed and headed into the bathroom.
A very hot shower and a fluffy hotel robe did oh-so-much to improve Kitty's sleep-deprived mood. She ambled toward the living area of the suite and was immediately struck with the delicious aroma of hot coffee, eggs and bacon. The room service trolley was laden with silver domes covering hot dishes; in addition, there was a plate of artfully arranged pastries and fresh fruit. Kitty reached for the hot coffee first, pouring a cup as she looked toward the pool and the sparkling water moving with the ripple from Tom's body as he swam the length of it, turning gracefully and swimming back again.
The water glistened off his arms and back as he swam. The water refreshed Tom as nothing else had all morning and he began to feel his strength return. He realized that Kitty was watching him with a cup of coffee in her hand and a wide, adoring smile on her face.
"Join me!" He swam to the edge of the pool and folded his arms up on its rim as he gave his lover a shy smile with a 'come-hither' look that melted Kitty's heart. In one quick motion Kitty set the cup down, slipped out of her robe and took a running leap over Tom's head, landing in the middle of the pool. The two lovers swam toward each other and embraced, kissing deeply, passionately. Tom ran his hands over Kitty's back, down over the curve of her ass, slipping a finger into her crack from the back as he held her body tight, pressing her breasts flat against his chest. She instinctively tightened her butt cheeks seductively holding Tom's finger at her backdoor. He lowered his face toward her breasts, his tongue found a nipple and he began to lick and suck, nibble each breast until her nips puckered with arousal. Kitty always responded to Tom's tongue on her nipples.
Tom was growing hard and his engorged cock was poking Kitty, searching for her sweet hole. She balanced her body against his, buoyed by the water and separated her legs slightly allowing access to her cunt. Tom interlaced his fingers and supported her with his hands behind her back as she leaned back to float. The water lapped over the couple and offered its own rhythmic quality to their sensual movements. Tom and Kitty joined together. She put the calves of her legs on his hips and leaned back further onto the water to give Tom a way to enter her - the buoyancy of the water allowed them to float. Tom took the opportunity to use his fingers to stimulate Kitty's clit, as he continued to fondle her breasts and belly with his tongue, moving ever lower onto her smooth mound with his probing tongue.
Despite being engulfed in the warm pool water Tom knew - from his many years of sexual pairing with
Kitty - she was ready for him. Her body moved with a more frenzied need. Tom had been aroused caressing Kitty in the warm, luxurious feel of the water, he was afraid he would cum before he entered her. The couple pulled together tightly with a throbbing desire - each drawing the other closer and moving with a friction of skin against skin. A slow paced tactile arousal would have been lost on them in soft, sensual movement of the warm water. The two, long-time lovers needed to physically reconnect and rejoice in each other after the revelations and new experiences of the past twenty-four hours.
