It took awhile for the fallout from the night in Atlantic City with Melanie and the wealthy Saudi couple to make much sense to Peter Relaford. He knew his Girlfriend had done things that night with Asad and Rysa that she probably never thought she could. Hell, he did things he never thought he would either in that hotel room. But like any situation where the boundaries are breached, it would take awhile for the dust to settle to get a clear view of the new order of things.
In the days following their trip, while Peter and Melanie did talk a few times, it was almost like the early stages of their relationship where they were walking on eggshells, feeling each other out. Each now had a better understanding of what the other was capable of in an intimate setting, but Peter didn't know if he was falling in love with Melanie, or if he was simply falling deeper 'in lust' after seeing what she was like when she tossed her inhibitions aside. Strangely, eventhough she couldn't put it into words, Melanie was feeling much the same way towards Peter.
It was nearly a month later before the couple really talked in-depth about that fateful night in Atlantic City. Peter and Melanie had just been to the opening of a local playhouse that Friday night, and eventhough it wasn't really Peter's cup of tea, he was pretty sure he could score some sex at the end of the evening. Racking his brain during the play, Peter knew he'd hooked up with Melanie and spent the night with her only once since their indecent suarez at the casino. That combined with the fact that he hadn't seen the college girl, Shelby, he'd been fooling around with for the better part of two weeks had left Peter with a serious case of the 'need-ta-fuks'.
That was thankfully taken care of in short order, and with flying colors, once he and Melanie returned to his place after the play. It was clear from Melanie's enthusiasm in bed that she needed the night with him as much as he needed it with her. Once those intimate bonds of trust had been restored, the couple found themselves at ease rehashing the events of that night in New Jersey as they cuddled post-coitus.
The blanket pulled up over their naked bodies as the Mid November, Vermont chill gripped it's teeth in, Peter and Melanie stewed in their endorphins as they kissed and nuzzled under the covers.
Having never asked her outright, Peter could pretty much discern Melanie's encounter with Rysa Aziz was the first time she'd physically been with another woman. Allowing his right hand to slowly meander it's way down his Girlfriend's torso as they talked, he could feel the warmth still imminating from her vagina the closer he got. The simmering supernova between her legs seeming to draw his hand towards it, Peter watched the shimmer of Melanie's eyes in the dark as he probed her about her past desires to do something like she did with Rysa and Asad.
Comfortable enough now with Peter to admit such a scandalous thing, she told him yes and that most women at some point do conjure a scenerio like that in their minds on occassion.
Allowing his fingertips to traipse down to the curly wisps of Melanie's pubic patch, Peter used his gentle attentiveness to prod Melanie to continue with her catharsis of sorts.
"But you've never done anything like that for real?" he asked with sweet sarcasm.
"NEVER," Melanie spat and giggled, the two glasses of wine she'd had after they'd had sex beginning to kick in. "First of all I'd die from the embarrassment and freeze up... and in a small town like this... everyone would know my business by sunrise. No way in the world I'd want stuff like that crossing my parent's ears... or my Daughter's or the people at work for that matter!"
"You didn't freeze up the other night... not by a longshot," Peter smiled.
"No... but that couple is sitting on the other side of the world right now rehashing that night with us as they take their camels out for a ride," Melanie deadpanned.
"You got a point," Peter heartily laughed at Melanie's attempt at cultural insensitivity.
"So does that mean you haven't given that night in Atlantic City any thought since then?" Peter coyly interrogated before dipping several of his fingers inside his Girlfriend's soaking wet slit.
"AHHHHH... what the fuck do you think?" Melanie sighed before closing her thighs around Peter's hand to lock it tightly inside her snatch as she playfully pulled the covers up over both their heads.
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Peter made Melanie cum twice more before they drifted off to sleep that night. Allowing her to finish of the bottle of wine on the nightstand in the process, Peter was able to dwelve deeper into his Girlfriend's private desires than he ever had before.
Asking Melanie point blank between the second and third orgasms 'if she'd entertained the idea of letting another woman have her way with her after the events in Atlantic City,' when he was sure she was drunk enough not to be offended by the question, Peter once again got a slow but steadfast 'no'. After making her cum for the third time of the evening however, Peter finally worked up the gumption to suggest the idea that had been germinating inside his head for almost a month.
This time there was an 'oh so subtle' pause in Melanie's response.
"What if you could have another anonymous encounter with a woman... she wouldn't know you... you wouldn't know her... and after it was over you two would go your seperate ways, none the wiser," Peter laid out his modest proposal.
Even in her inebriated state, Melanie somehow seemed to sober up for a few seconds as she tried to get her head around what Peter was suggesting.
"What do you mean... like both of me and her being blindfolded and drugged?" Melanie shook her head and smiled.
"Well Maybe... who knows... just painting a picture in my head mainly," Peter laughed.
"Did you have a specific woman in mind?" Melanie asked, taken Peter aback slightly with the seeming twinge of interest in her tone.
"Heidi Klum maybe," Peter cracked, putting Melanie at ease as he stroked his hand softly up and down her shoulder
"After my divorce... I did something... well... let's see how to put this... I hired an escort a few times... just twice...," Peter started to tell Melanie before she interrupted.
"YOU WHAT," she sarcastically protested, her eyes lighting up in the dark as she smacked him playfully across his bare chest.
"But it was way before I even met you... had to be at least six months," Peter tried re-assuring.
"Oh No... I can't believe this," Melanie coyly prodded. "I hope it was a nice girl trying to work her way through school instead of one of those lot lizards down at the truck stop."
"Yeah... I think she was one of those," Peter tickled Melanie on the neck and chided.
"Then I think we better get this tested... might even have to cut it off," she shot back before grabbing his cock under the covers and giving it a good tug.
