Madelaine was still in my arms when we both awoke the next morning. I'd had a full night's sleep, Maddy, on the other hand only had a few short hours. I figured she'd be exhausted. It didn't appear so.
"Did you sleep well baby?" She teased, knowing full well how restless I sleep when she's out.
"Hardly," I smiled, "though a lot better than you, I'm sure."
"Actually, I feel really good," she said.
"Because of last night?" I asked.
"Yes, because of last night," she teased. "It was...something."
"I'm glad," I said.
"I know you are, that's why I love you so much. I had a really depraved night of debauchery and you are glad for me."
"When you are happy, I'm happy," I smiled.
"Well I'm really really happy," she mewed. "You were right about him, the type of guy he is. You knew how he'd treat me."
"It wasn't difficult, he basically told me," I joked.
"I know, but the fact that you know my deepest, darkest feelings and made sure I had that opportunity, well that was all you."
"I loved the story, I'm so glad I got the details. It was amazing to hear all of that. What did you like the best?"
"I loved it all, of course. But, you know me, the overall feeling was what I loved the best about it. The whole thing was like a play based on my desires. The desire to be treated like that, to be seen, paraded around so others could see, to be talked to like I was just a whore, a plaything. Then, just to add to all of that the fact that John and Jorge got to witness all of it, I was just a show for them."
"So he treated you rough, like you like?"
"He was rough, yes. Like when he choked me and when he pinched my nipples too hard. But, he was more rough emotionally, mentally. The way he talked to me, commanded me, that was exquisite. Actually, phyically he could've been a lot rougher, you know how I like it. He didn't spank me, or slap me. There were other things he could've done, if he'd tried. Plus, the thing that drives me craziest the most is when someone OWNS me, not just for one time. Never knowing how, or when I have to serve him. It all plays into it."
"Yes, things like bondage and whipping. I know you love that, but that's hard to choreograph, especially in a situation like that. You'd basically have to tell him to do it."
"Yes, and that would kind of defeat the purpose in a way, I want it to be THEIR idea, and part of THEIR kink."
"I suppose I could "mention" that to him the next time I see him," I said, joking in air quotes. "he does owe me a Shirley Temple," I laughed.
"Stop, you don't like those fru fru drinks, he makes you out to be a sissy, which you are most certainly NOT. You are submissive, in your own way, but to me only. But, you are also dominant, to me, in situations. It's how we both like it. No one should question YOUR sexuality, my dear," she huffed. "No one has ever fucked or licked me like you have, never."
"It's fine," I laughed, "let him think what he wants, the point is, we all got what we wanted."
She looked at me questioningly, "so if you see him again...what will you say?"
"Not sure. He did promise that he'd tell me all about it. I would like to see if his details match what actually happened," I laughed. "I'm sure he'll at least embellish it, if not totally change it to make himself look even better."
"Would that turn you on? Would it turn you on listening to him describe how he took me?"
"You know it would."
"Then do it," she urged. "Would you actually...you know...tell him about the other stuff?"
"You mean the bondage, treat you rougher, stuff? Probably not, it's kind of hard to work that into a conversation with a stranger," I laughed.
I could almost see her disappointment. "Well, he's not really a stranger, baby, his cum is still in two of your wife's holes."
"Yeah, that kind of surprises me, too," I said.
"What?"
"That he didn't take your ass, he really seems like an ass man."
"I know," she peeped sheepishly. "I was ready for it, especially when he bent me over. "To me, that's the ultimate submission, having to give up my ass."
"So, to recap, the date was great, just lacking in the amount of physical roughness and ass fucking?" I joked.
She punched my arm. "It wasn't lacking anything. It was great. We're just talking fantasy perfection here."
"So perfection for you is like with your ex, and how he treated you?"
"Mostly, yeah, but of course that wasn't perfect either, but he sure met the physicality requirement," she joked. "But, it's never been perfect, I don't think it's supposed to be."
A few days went by with Maddy and I enjoying each other's company, which made me feel like a "normal" couple on their honeymoon, even though both of us didn't really want "normal."
She'd sucked Jimmy again per the morning "rule."
That got me thinking. We had just a couple days left. That next morning I wondered if our adventures, which had been great, were over for the trip. I needn't have worried. I watched her slip on her bikini and a pool coverup. She saw my questioning look.
"My morning "thing," baby," she reminded me.
"Fernando?" I asked.
"Maybe, you'll see, " she giggled.