The following morning, I woke cheerful and content, turned towards Sue and watched her peacefully sleep. My eyes became drawn to her hickeys, and I recalled the events of last night in my mind. It was undeniably raunchy, and Sue wore the marks of it.
She was so different from my ex-wife, making me feel, well, me. I could kiss her in the middle of a busy street, and she would return my kiss passionately, unlike my ex, who had pulled away and scorned me for being indecent. At times, I wondered why I had married my ex in the first place, always coming to the same conclusion I was young, foolish, and inexperienced. In love with the wrong girl while believing we would grow together. Well, we did grow but in the opposite direction. What I liked, she did not, and what she became, I hated. In the end, our marriage ended in a divorce.
Sue coming into my life was so refreshing. I felt I was me again; we loved the same things in life and did the same things. She was adventurous, willing to initiate, happy to please and tease. She was a flirt by nature, and I loved to be the target of her flirting or watch her in action. Last night we walked down a new path in our relationship, and based on my reaction, I felt I was happy to take her hand and walk with her. We walked together, exploring new experiences that neither of us had had before.
I watched her beautiful face, lying beside her, lost in my thoughts, and when she started to stir, I kissed her lips.
"Good morning, Baby," I greeted her cheerfully between soft kisses.
She kissed me back, put her arms around my neck, and we cuddled in silence for a short while.
"How are you, Baby?" I asked, breaking the silence.
"Happy and content, like a well fucked woman," she replied with a grin, "How are you? Are you okay with what happened?"
"Yes, I am. I feel good about what happened and would do it again if the opportunity arises," I replied.
She rolled on me, pinning me down, and kissed me passionately, her tongue making love to mine.
"I love that you wear your pets on your neck, Mistress," I said, smirking.
"You know, at first, I was angry with you, but when John gave me a hickey, that anger turned into pleasure."
"It was all written on your face. I was worried when your eyes shot daggers towards me, but then I could see a change in you."
"You are not upset with me for kneeing in your groin, are you, Babe?"
"No, not at all. The pain and your persona made it so erotic. I was busting with excitement, literally. I loved this mistress and pet play," I said as she got out of bed and walked into the bathroom.
"I am glad you are not. You looked very excited by the turn of events," Sue said from the bathroom.
Ten minutes later, she emerged, telling me to get up cause breakfast was ready for us in the dining room. I looked at her; she wore a see-through nightgown that almost reached the floor, sheer panties and her white high-heeled marabou mules.
"Is that how you will have breakfast? Seems a bit revealing since we'll probably have breakfast with the hosts," I said.
"After last night, nothing is too much or too little for me, but if you say I should change, I'll do it," she said, pouting.
"Oh no, it is fine the way you look. Actually, the thought of flaunting your sexy body turns me on. And in any case, what could be the worse thing that happens, we get kicked out?" I said, getting out of bed and putting on a nightgown.
"I am willing to take that chance," she said with mischievous eyes.
"Let's go, Baby," I said, opening the door for her.
The door to the dining room was open, and I heard chatter coming from the room as we approached. I let Sue walk in first, staying out of sight for a few seconds, wanting to listen to their reaction to how she looked, but as she entered, the conversation abruptly stopped, and no one said anything for long seconds.
"Oh my goodness, good morning, dear," I heard Sandy's voice eventually.
"Good morning, everyone," Sue chirped.
I entered and saw everybody's eyes on Sue while Sandy told us how breakfast worked. Sue walked to the buffet and told me to take a seat. I did, taking a seat facing Andy. John, who'd sat next to Andy, got up and walked to the coffee machine. Sue brought a few pastries for herself and me, placed them on the table then returned to the buffet just as John finished making his coffee.
She looked at John, smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him passionately. It took me by surprise just as much as it did John. Breaking the kiss, I saw Sue whisper something to him, making him smile then they pashed again. His hands slid around her midriff, settling on her arse, and he started to grope and fondle her firm cheeks, their bodies pressed into each other. Their conduct gave me an instant hard-on, and looking at the two of them confirmed what I suspected after last night; I loved what we had started.
I looked around for Sandy, but she must have left the room before Sue's brazen behaviour. I looked at Andy, who had no clue what was happening behind him as his eyes were deep in his paper. Eventually, she brought me the coffee and sat beside me. John's and Andy's eyes were on her, her breasts, hard nipples and dark areolas showing through the sheer material.
"Was that okay with you?" she leant towards me and whispered.
"More than okay. You just gave me a stiff one," I replied as we bit into our pastry.
I saw when she glanced towards my crotch, grinning, seeing the tent in my robe. Sipping on our coffees, we chatted with our hosts, and I found a common interest with Andy, photography. He was a keen shooter too. As we discussed the ins and outs of the craft, we heard heels on the parquet coming from the corridor.
"Where have you been, Sandy?" Andy said, turning around.
"Wow, I like what I see, girl. I wish you looked like this more often," he said.
"You know just as well with guests coming and going, I can't, but I think our guests won't mind it," she replied, looking at us.
"No, we don't," Sue said quickly, looking at me.
"I like a woman in a French maid uniform," I said, smiling at Sandy.
"I am sure we all do," Sue quipped.
Sandy started to busy herself around us like a real maid, topping up our coffees or just waiting to serve us. It was fun and erotic at the same time, but it was time to get on with our day, even though we did not plan much. We excused ourselves, returned to our room, dressed and left the B&B. The day went by quickly, walking on the beach, sightseeing, and relaxing.
When we returned to the B&B, we found our hosts sitting around the coffee table in the living room, playing cards. I noticed Sandy had changed into a sheer blouse with a push-up bra under it and a short skirt. Her skirt was high up on her legs showing stocking tops. She invited us to join them. I looked at Sue, and she nodded yes, so I said we would.
