Pillow Talk

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Section 1

“I’ve been thinking about something,” Michelle said.

Her husband, Micheal, was usually not much good for conversation once he started off to sleep. The clock now read 11:34pm, well after his effective verbal skills had turned in for the night. But what he was about to hear would be like a double shot of espresso to the speech centers of his brain.

“Hrmph,” was the best he could do in response. This presupposes that he even comprehended Michelle’s words.

“Do you remember what you said about big cocks?” she continued.

Ears were starting to perk up. “Mmm-Hmm,” a little more coherently this time.

“I’m wondering what one would feel like,” her words almost a whisper.

Micheal shot up in bed like he’d been poked in the ass with a hot iron! He was one of those guys that was a freak on the inside, but had always been afraid of taking the next step. Sexual discussions had always got him aroused, and tonight would be no different.

“What do you mean?” he stammered.

" I mean, I’ve just been wondering what it would be like to have sex with a guy who has a really big cock. I just want to know if it would feel really good or if it would be so big that it hurt." He could hear the seriousness in her voice. She wasn’t playing with him this time, it was something she actually wanted. At least for now she did.

“What got you thinking about that?” Micheal asked, wondering how much she was willing to give up.

“Well,” she continued, “do you remember when you told me that you liked watching a girl getting fucked by a thick cock?” He nodded. “Since then, I’ve been wondering what it would feel like.”

Micheal thought for a moment and said, “Do you want a big dildo, or do you want to have sex with a person?”

They had talked at times about swinging. It had always been a fantasy of Michael’s, one that he tried not to discuss much because of Michelle’s feelings on it. Despite her overriding objections, Michelle had twice discussed it as something they might actually do. The first time she told her husband that she was scared because she was really beginning to think about doing it, and the subject got dropped.

The second time, Michael and Michelle had come to an agreement that they would explore the things they had always wanted to do with no consequences. Point of clarification: This agreement was made in relation to their religious training and the temporary abandonment thereof. This did not apply to sex specifically, rather to all things such as smoking, drinking, parties, entertainment, and potentially sex.

That also appeared to be short lived as they had discontinued all semblances of religious devotion, but not actually changed any of their habits. What do people say about the ‘third time being the charm’? “I think it would feel better with a person.”

Micheal’s heart actually skipped a beat with that admission. Michelle had never stated clearly that she wanted to have sex with another person outside their marriage. To Micheal, though, this was the first step to the fulfillment of a lifelong fantasy.

Micheal planned his next words very carefully. “You know I would do anything to make you happy, right?”

“Yes,” she replied

Micheal lay back down next to his wife, who had never moved. Facing her, he pulled the comforter up and cradled her warm body to his chest. In the darkness he could just make out her eyes, but he could still see the tension in them.

“I’m serious about what I’m going to say. I can tell because I have that sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, like I did with our first kiss. I am so turned on by what you have just said that if you told me that you wanted to do it, I would say ‘yes’.” Had his words been careful enough?

“Would you want to be in the room or not?” she asked. A little smile was creeping its way into her voice and she’d taken on a distinctly sultry tone. She was enjoying this!

“Oh, I would most definitely be in the room, with the video camera! I would want to see every second of it. You know I’m a complete voyeur.” His voice was getting shaky from the excitement.

“What position would you like us in so you could get the best view?” Michelle was starting to feel a little tingle in her clit.

Micheal thought hard for a moment. “Well, for the best view, I guess I’d want you on top in a Reverse Cowgirl. But I’d also want to see you on your back so I could look up from the foot of the bed while he pounds you with his big, thick cock!”

“And every once in a while, you could bring your dick up to my mouth for a suck!?” she added. Her excitement was growing. She could feel her pussy lips sliding together when she shifted her legs.

“Oh, for that, I’d want him to be doing you from behind so I could kneel in front of you. I’ve always wanted you to take it from both ends!” Micheal’s six-inch rod was throbbing now. The most arousing thing to him was that his wife sounded like she was planning to fuck another man.

He slipped his had around to her ass and pulled her hips into his pulsing erection. She lifted her leg slightly to allow his cock to press against her well-trimmed bush. She had gotten so wet from the talk that it slipped right between her lips and pressed against her now raging clit. She gasped at the sudden contact.

Michelle began grinding her pussy, almost imperceptibly against her husband’s cock, but the movement was enough to send electricity through her whole body. She began thinking of all the scenarios she secretly pondered over at night. She never wanted Micheal to think of her as a slut, though she knew that’s exactly how he wanted her. His only desire was to see her surrender herself to her deepest and most depraved fantasies. Her inhibitions lost the battle as she formed her next question. The answer was not so important as the effect of him thinking about it.

“Would you want him to wear a condom or not?” She thrust her hips again, more forcefully as she waited for his answer.

Micheal could barely take the torment she was waging on his prick. Getting short of breath, he barely got the words out, “I think I leave that up to you.”

She pressed him harder for an answer by planting a picture in his mind. She knew what he liked and she knew what she wanted. “If we could be sure about diseases,” she started, appeasing the need for caution, “can you imagine me riding that big cock and seeing his cum dripping out of my pussy?”

That was all he could take! Before she could react, Michelle was on her back, being filled with Micheal’s iron-hard prick. She moaned loudly as he began thrusting vigorously. He would usually build slowly to an orgasm to give her a chance to catch up. Tonight that would be unnecessary. She had gotten so aroused by the conversation, that she was not far behind him.

“I want to see your pussy stretched by a huge cock and I want to see it shooting up inside you.” He gained speed, now slamming into her sopping wet cunt. " I want to see you riding his thick rod, and then I want you to beg me to fuck your ass at the same time!"

The tables had turned. Micheal was now the one planting images in her head. Michelle was bombarded by sensations from her pussy, her muscles were starting to sing with the impending orgasm. She saw, very vividly in her mind’s eye, the body of a well sculpted man on top of her, slamming his cock in to her. She imagined the feeling of being stretched and filled like never before. She felt her clit being pounded by his pubic bone as she reached around to grab is ass and pull him deeper into her belly. She exploded.

“OH GOD! FUCK ME! FUCK MY PUSSY WHILE MY HUSBAND WATCHES!” she screamed loud enough to surprise herself.

Those words struck Micheal deeply. He knew in that moment that his wife was not there with him. In her mind, someone else’s cock was in her. She had finally surrendered herself to pleasure.

Section 2

“Aww, FUCK!” was all he could say in a strangled groan. He shot stream after stream into her as her cunt clamped around him, milking his cum from his balls.

They lay there breathlessly for a while, Micheal still hard inside his wife. Michelle worried that she had gone too far. She was struck by guilt at imagining what she had seen. Though fantasies were fun to talk about, she was mortified by the thought of hurting Micheal. But as he regained his breath, she was reminded that he had in fact enjoyed himself and felt no hurt at all.

“So, is race important to you?” he said with a bit of a giggle. Though his body was spent, his mind was racing with images and details that would have to be considered if this were to ever happen.

“I don’t think so,” she admitted. The question relieved her to no end. It implied that he was ok with her fucking someone else and felt none of the jealousy that often destroyed relationships like this.

It was now past midnight. Without another word, they snuggled, spooning. Michael loved this method because he like having his crotch tucked against her ass. They both drifted off to sleep and very pleasant dreams.

Michelle had grown up among a very strange mix of sexual attitudes. Most of her early years were spent with her grandmother, who taught her to be very lady like and proper. She was never taught that sex was dirty or to be feared, but she was unwillingly and forcefully exposed to sex at a very early age. Michelle had, as a result, never learned to view sex pragmatically.

She needed to attach emotional significance to sex to separate her past and present. This was completely opposite of what Micheal wanted, and to a certain degree, had accomplish tonight.

Micheal, was as different as different could be. His childhood was spent in a deeply religious home. Sex was not discussed, except in the context of marriage, and then, only to reinforce its impropriety outside of marriage. His sexual education took place in the bathroom, gawking at JC Penny catalogs. As pathetic as that was, frequent searches by his parents and careful monitoring of the TV,

prevented him from accumulating any type of private porn collection. He discovered his sexual buttons the hard way (excuse the pun), through good old trial and error. Hours spent poring over dirty magazines and the Internet in his young adulthood had allowed him to identify his fetishes. And the events of that evening had just hit #1 on his ‘Most Wanted’ list.

Chapter 2

The water cascaded over Michelle, rinsing away the last of the body wash. She loved long showers and was reluctant to step out of the steaming water, but there were things to be done. She shut off the water and reached for her towel. After patting herself dry and taking care of her teeth and hair, she slipped on her terry cloth robe and walked into her bedroom.

She had a lot of walking to do today so she wanted to dress comfortably, but convenience was a factor as well. She would be shopping today for a vacation wardrobe that would include a bikini or two and several ‘island’ outfits.

Four weeks ago, to the day, Micheal had announced that they would be going to Tahiti for their fifth anniversary. The private bungalow that they wanted happened to be booked for the week of their trip, as were all others of like arrangement. They did, however, manage to snag a beach side chalet with a full bar, and a private outdoor Jacuzzi. Whatever disappointment Michelle experienced was gone with the addition of that little perk.

Michelle walked to her dresser and looked over what to wear. Needing convenience, she chose a short pleated skirt, much like a schoolgirl’s uniform, a white button down shirt and her white Keds. She walked towards the bed to lay out the clothes and caught her reflection in the mirrored closet doors. She stopped to look herself over.

She was only 5'2", but her firm DD’s and round hips gave her a very pleasing shape. Stepping closer to the mirror, she stood with her ankles apart so she could have a better view of her crotch. This was to be a surprise that would be unwrapped three thousand miles from home.

The day before, while Micheal was at work, Michelle had taken a trip to the new laser center. She had heard about laser hair removal and after reading about it, she decided it was time to clean things up. The doctor removed all the hair along her bikini line and pussy lips, leaving only a thin strip right above her mound. She decided to call it her Clitler. The idea struck her as funny and she laughed out loud with no one to hear her.

Her brown hair swayed from side to side as she laughed, brushing the middle of her back. She touched it again, this time, covering her entire mound. She marveled at how smooth it felt, feeling first one side and then the other. Her caresses continued as she became keenly aware of how sensitive her bare lips were.

She dipped her fingers lower, feeling that even the smallest hairs had been removed. As she moved her hand, she discovered a little drop of wetness that she had not expected. A wave of ecstasy rolled over her and a flush rose in her cheeks and breasts. Michelle was almost ashamed. She wasn’t a masturbator, never really had been, except on special occasions.

She scanned the room, almost as if to see if she were being watched. After deciding it was safe, she lay back on the bed. Spreading her legs wide, she allowed her fingers to explore the smooth expanse of her pussy and ass. The flush in her cheeks became a fire as her fingers swept in and out of each crevice, teasing her clit with every pass.

Her fingers became bolder, dipping into her cavern and collecting her slick nectar. She spread it around her clit, relishing the smoothness and wonderful sensitivity. Michelle was building to a climax faster than she ever had. A familiar ache began to rise in her belly as her fingers strummed her clit. Her cunt was screaming to be filled and she needed in that moment, more than her next breath, to be fucked.

She fumbled with the drawer of the nightstand until she found what she needed. She flipped the pink jelly vibrator to high and teased her clit some more. Soon satisfied that she was wet enough, she thrust the fake cock into her steaming hole. Pumping it furiously for only a few seconds, she succumbed to her release, bucking against the plastic lover.

Minutes later, she was dressed in her short skirt and white button down, and off to the mall for some much needed shopping. The lovely May morning was warm and sunny, so she decided to ride with the top down on her silver Porsche Cabriolet. She opened to door and as she stepped in, a wicked though overwhelmed her.

She grabbed the hem of her skirt, lifting it ever so slightly, and spread her legs as she sat down. Revealing to no one, because of their semi-private driveway, that she wore no panties on that day.

The ride to the mall was a short one. Once there, Michelle visited a few stores right away, selecting some suitable outfits for nice restaurants. She then wandered the mall for some time, waiting for something to grab her attention. And grab her attention, something did!

A new lingerie store had just been opened, one she had not yet seen. She stood in the corridor for a moment, wondering if she should enter. Such provocative clothing, as much as she could see from where she stood, had never been her taste. Yet, today, she could not deny the overwhelming sense of daring that consumed her. She had already masturbated, left the house without panties, and flashed any neighbor that would have been standing in her driveway. Why stop there?

An electronic chime sounded as she entered. “Can I help you?” the clerk asked. She was a young, pretty thing with short blond hair. She seemed tall to Michelle, but everyone did. Michelle noted that the clerk had small breasts and, what looked like, a very lean and muscled body.

Section 3

‘She must work out…’ Michelle thought to herself, surprised that she’d notice such a thing about another woman. “Um, I don’t know yet. I think I’m just looking around,” she finally said.

“Well, my name’s Calie. Just let me know if I can assist in any way!” the clerk said, flashing an impossibly bright smile and returning to the counter.

Michelle milled around, scanning over some of the garments. Occasionally, she was surprised at how revealing some of them were. She eventually selected a lavender bustier and matching thong panty set. Micheal had always loved thongs, though she didn’t wear them much, and after five years she felt he deserved a treat.

Michelle took the items to the counter, ready to checkout. “Nice choice!” Calie observed, “Special occasion?” “Five year anniversary.” Michelle returned, trying to make small talk while Calie checked the tags.

“Oh! That is special,” she remarked. “Going anywhere?”

Michelle was not usually comfortable talking to strangers. “Tahiti,” she offered. It crossed her mind that people who work in these shops need to make clients feel comfortable. Perhaps that’s why she was so willing to share at the moment.

“Do you have an nice bikini? That is if you don’t mind my asking!” Calie said, realizing that she was beginning to pry.

“Actually, I don’t!” Michelle said, furrowing her brow. “That’s one thing I have definitely forgotten.”

“I don’t know your personality, so I can’t say that ours would be suitable for you,” Calie said, “but we certainly have some very, uh, titillating selections!”

Both women grinned at the obvious pun.

Michelle looked puzzled for a moment, “I didn’t see any when I was walking around.”

“Oh, well that’s because we just got them in,” Calie said. “A big ad is going out this weekend and they weren’t slated to be put on display until Saturday.”

“But that wont do,” Michelle said with frustration. “My husband and I are leaving for Tahiti tomorrow!”

“Come in the back with me and I can show you what we have,” she offered. “It’s only 9:30 am, so I very much doubt if anyone will need assistance.”

Michelle hesitated for a moment, “Ok.” She was determined to make this trip worth it!

Calie showed her to the receiving area. Several bikinis were laid out and tagged for sale. Michelle looked some of them over, not really knowing what to choose. Some looked rather plain while others were quite complicated.

“Do you have a particular preference?” Calie asked. “Not really. A simple two piece would do fine.”

Calie grabbed a few that seemed appropriate to the description and gestured Michelle towards a mirror that was set up for dressing mannequins. She stood behind Michelle and held up the suits in turn. The first was almost a grandma suit with a brief cut bottom and a sports bra top.

“I call this one our ‘safe’ suit,” Calie said. “You wont get many stares with this one.”

“No, that wont do at all!” Michelle said.

Calie held up the next one. This was what Michelle had known a string bikini. Thin spaghetti straps were attached to small triangles to cover her breasts. Equally thin straps were attached to a smaller triangle to cover her crotch and disappeared in to a thong in the back.

“You’ll need to be really well groomed to make use of this!” Calie said.

“That wont be a problem. I just had a laser treatment.” Michelle was surprised at her sudden admission. The words were out before the thought was complete.

Calie was stunned, if only for a moment. She was struck by a sudden curiosity and boldness. “Do you like it?”

“Um, yes. Very much!” Michelle was feeling the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

“Does it look good?” Calie asked tentatively, not wanting to press too much.

“Are you kidding?” She laughed. “Only if you think smooth is good!” Michelle felt a boldness and wantonness that she had never experienced before sweep over her. She swallowed hard, “Do you want to see it?”

Calie’s face flushed. “Yes,” she whispered.

Michelle turned abruptly and grabbed a chair from a nondescript desk. She set the chair in the middle of the room and sat, very lightly on the edge. Though she could not explain the feeling she was having, she could not deny it. She had never been attracted to women, and still didn’t think of herself that way, but she was filled with the need to show herself to this beautiful woman.

Calie was equally unnerved by the experience. She was no lesbian, but had always harbored an attraction to her own sex. Her throat went dry as the petite brunette grabbed the chair and lowered her self on it. She watched, entranced as her customer, whose name she did not know, sat politely.

Michelle, overcome by the desire to put on some kind of show, arched her back to thrust her breasts out and up. She slid her hands down her thighs, over her short skirt and on to her naked knees. Slowly and as seductively as she knew how, she pushed her knees apart with her hands.

As she exposed her bare pussy to this strange woman, Michelle began trembling visibly. She felt as though someone else were controlling her muscles, yet she was able to feel all of the arousal. The cool air hit her skin, causing her clit to contract suddenly. A familiar wave of heat crashed against her loins, threatening to drive her mad.

Unbidden, Calie slowly kneeled to gain a better view. She crept closer to Michelle’s exposed crotch. “Wow!” she whispered, unable to speak any more loudly.

“Well, what do you think?” Michelle asked.

“I think it’s the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen!” she returned, entranced by the sight she beheld. “Is it permanent?”

“That’s what the doctor says. It makes me hot to think I’ll be this smooth forever!” Michelle said, growing bolder. “Would you like to touch it?”

Calie kneeled just inches away from her cunt, unsure, unknowing. The invitation hit her like ice water. “Can I really?” Her eyes were pleading with Michelle.

Michelle bit her lower lip lightly and nodded.

Calie inched closer, not knowing what to do. “But…I…”

“Shhh,” Michelle said trying to calm herself as much as Calie, “do what every feels right and gives you the best sense of how smooth it is.” She sounded and felt terribly lusty, though she tried to keep things academic with her words. She was not yet ready to admit to herself that she was enjoying this.

Calie reached up and brushed Michelle’s puffy lips with the back of her hand. They both jumped at the contact. Michelle’s body was taking over now. She spread her legs as wide as her flexibility allowed to give as much access as possible. The action pulled her pussy lips apart and her wetness became apparent to Calie.

A victim of her own lust, Calie moved her face forward until she could smell the musky perfume of arousal. She inspected visually at first, noticing that the only trace of hair was the perfect little rectangle an inch above this strange woman’s clit. Without thinking, her tongue extended and lightly licked Michelle’s slit from the bottom up. Michelle sighed softly at the unexpected sensation.

Calie became completely engulfed in the moment. She began licking and exploring the tender folds, cautiously at first and then more boldly as Michelle began to rotate her hips in time with her attentions. Calie began focusing on her pleasure button. Firmly pressing her tongue to it and rolling her head from side to side.

Michelle was lost in complete rapture. Her hands had wrapped themselves in the blonde’s hair and were directing her tongue to the precise spots that needed attention. Michelle began moaning and bucking her hips wildly as he most intense orgasm in her memory attacked her.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, her voice came out as a mere squeak, “Oh my God!”

“I can’t believe I just did that!” Calie said, her voice quavering. She sat back on her heels and covered her face in shame.

Michelle kneeled next to her and cradled her head to her breast. “Don’t feel bad. That was the single most incredible thing I’ve ever felt. I’m just glad that someone so gentle was able to be my first.”

“I was your first?” Calie said with astonishment. “I though you’d done this before.”

“No,” Michelle said, cradling Calie’s face and looking deeply into the sea green eyes. Calie’s face broke into a wide grin, tears in her eyes, “Me neither.”

Both women laughed, as much at the insanity of what they had done as the incredible odds of them doing it with each other.

Section 4

“Well,” Michelle said, hugging the blonde tightly, “I think I should return the favor.”

Michelle spent the next several minutes exploring Calie’s pussy, as gently as hers had been explored. She took her time, remembering ever contour and texture, memorizing the look and feel, the scent and taste.

When Calie came, Michelle almost wept. She could not have imagined the wonder of this act. Though she did not think of herself as gay or bi, she resolved to leave herself open to the possibilities. She felt herself willing to do anything that Micheal would suggest.

“Oh God! Micheal!?” Michelle suddenly realized that she had just cheated on her husband. She almost cried at the thought. She took a deep breath to calm herself and kept in mind their agreement. She would find a way to explain this. Somehow.

The women got dressed and composed themselves just as the front door of the shop chimed. Michelle grabbed the string bikini and paid for her purchases. Another customer, a greasy looking man (probably a pervert), milled around.

Michelle leaned across the counter to whisper, not wanting ‘pervert’ to hear, “That was incredible! Thanks again!”

“Thank you too!” Calie grabbed a business card and scrawled something on it. “I’d like to see you again, and maybe your husband, too. Call me!”

Michelle took the card and looked at it. In bubbly, teenage script, she’d written ‘I hope we cum again!’ and her phone number. Michelle tucked it in her purse and left with a wink. She had to hurry. It was 10:30am and she still had some shopping to do. She wanted to get her bags packed before Micheal retuned. Her recent purchases were going to be part of the surprise.

Chapter 3

“Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your Captain speaking.” The calm voice crackled on the overhead speakers with the metallic hiss of an aging intercom. “We have now reached our cruising altitude of twenty-seven thousand feet. The outside air temperature is a brisk 12 degrees Fahrenheit. We will be traveling at a ground speed of 620 miles per hours, which will put us at our destination in a little over two hours.

The weather service calls for a cold front to be sweeping in the area, so we may experience some turbulence.” The electric buzz of anxiety became palpable in the cabin, among the passengers. “We will try to smooth things out as much as possible, so please enjoy the flight.”

There was an audible click as the intercom switched off. Only half of the available seats on the Boeing 707 were occupied. Micheal and Michelle had been fortunate enough to be seated so that they had three seats to share between them. Hushed tones of conversations were audible throughout the cabin. There were two men seated across the isle from Michelle, Micheal had taken the window seat. Both were good looking, she noted. But more interesting was that both were now fast asleep.

“Frequent flyers,” she though to herself.

Micheal was a trained pilot, so when the unsettled air began to jostle the wide-body jet, he took little notice. In fact, he was napping himself. They had opted for an early flight, so as to maximize their vacation time. The clock at the airport had only read 5:40am when they pulled away from the gate. They had been up since three and Michelle noticed that she too was tired. She rang for the flight attendant.

A disgustingly chipper woman appeared. Michelle noticed the little gold nametag. “Shirley, may I have a pillow and blanket please?”

“You most certainly may!” the forty-something woman replied. Her excessive enthusiasm and time in the air had given her noticeable smile lines, even when her face was relaxed. She disappeared and returned a few moments later with the items, embroidered with the airline logo. “Is there anything else I can get ya?”

“No,” Michelle said, hoping this annoying woman would go away. Which she did.

Michelle raised the armrest between her seat and Micheal’s, doing likewise with the empty seat to her left. She began to arranger herself so she could lie down. The movement woke Micheal.

“Can I lay my head in your lap?” She asked. Micheal shook himself awake enough to prop his legs on the footrest and recline his seat. “There you go,” he said groggily.

Michelle dropped the pillow in his lap and her head quickly behind it. She closed her eyes and tried to think pleasant things, focusing on their week in paradise. The shudders from the violent air began to get worse, rising from a slight tremble to the occasional bump. Michelle was not a good flyer and she was beginning to feel some anxiety herself.

She let her mind replay events of the last few days. The conversation that had lead to some very pleasant sex, masturbation with a large toy, and the culmination of her newfound boldness leading to lesbian sex all flooded her mind. She found it an enjoyable and effective diversion from the turbulence.

After several minutes, her neck began to cramp so she slid her arm under her head to give better support. Her hand rested directly on top of Micheal’s flaccid member. She gave it a playful squeeze and his eyes popped open.

“Hun,” he whispered, “not here.”

She grinned to herself, thinking of how naughty she’d been lately, and how naughty she felt now. She raised her head enough to look around. Once she was certain that no one was watching. She returned her head to his lap and began caressing his cock through his slacks.

She heard his breath quicken and his erection began to grow. She continued this torment for several minutes, feeling his hips tighten in rhythm to her caresses. When she felt he could take no more, she raised her head to look around again, still no one looking.

She shifted her weight a little so that her right arm now supported her. With her left hand, she reached up to unzip Micheal’s slacks. He looked around nervously, but totally in awe of what his voluptuous wife was doing. His cock sprang free and she immediately took it into her warm mouth. Michelle tented the blanket that covered her to block the view of anyone passing.

Micheal continued to look around nervously, but lost all track of his surroundings as his wife’s warm mouth bobbed on his rigid tool. She moved her head very little, not wanting to shift the blanket. So she shoved her mouth down on him, determined to take as much as possible. When his rod touched the back of her throat, she began massaging him with her tongue.

Micheal was not able to hold on long. His breath became ragged and he felt his balls tighten. He was going to come at any moment. He bit his lip hard and grabbed Michelle’s shoulder to warn her of his impending release. She didn’t usually like his cum in her mouth, but today, for whatever reason, she craved it.

She began bobbing her head more vigorously from the crown of his rod to the base. She felt him swell in her mouth, indicating his orgasm. She pushed her face into his crotch as he shot thick ropes of sticky cum into her hot mouth. Micheal stifled a groan as she swallowed his load, something she’d done very few times.

She sucked hard on him, cleaning him off with one swipe. Without sitting up, she returned his deflating penis to his pants and zipped them up. The rest of the flight passed easily enough. The turbulence died down after about thirty minutes and things were calm on the passenger deck. The landing was smooth and disembarking the plane was made simple by the sedate nature of the island and the helpful flight attendants.

As they pulled to the gate, everyone stood up to gather their carryon baggage. Michelle scooted off down the aisle with Micheal directly behind. Micheal felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to look. It was one of the men sitting across from them during the flight. Micheal noted that he was a brawny fellow, probably a gym freak, and probably six feet tall, as Micheal had to look up at him.

“I’m sorry, am I in your way?” Micheal asked.

“Oh no, nothing like that,” the man said with a deep, rumbling voice. “I just wanted to tell you that was quite a show you two put on.”

Section 5

Micheal’s eyes went wide. He knew exactly what this guy was talking about but decided to play dumb. “I don’t know what you mean,” he said, trying to sound aloof.

“Yeah,” his disbelief was not suspended by any stretch of the imagination. “My wife and I live on the island. Give us a call if you would like a tour or some tips for dinner spots.”

Micheal accepted a small slip of paper with a name, Bruce, and a phone number on it. “And by the way,” Bruce continued, “I hope you have a video camera that will play this.” He handed Micheal a micro-video cassette, like one finds in digital video cameras.

Micheal took it cautiously and said, “Thanks.”

They left the plane and saw no more of Bruce. Micheal was debating whether or not to tell Michelle that they had been seen. It was a bit exciting, to be watched, but Micheal was afraid to do anything that might put Michelle’s walls back up. They collected their luggage, none of which had been lost, and headed to the passenger pick up area.

Micheal tried several times to hail a cab, without success. They had half expected to see a shuttle service from the resort, but none could be found. As frustrations began to rise, a black limo pulled up in front of them and stopped. Micheal began moving bags, thinking that they were in someone’s way. The rear window hummed as the occupant lowered it.

“Looks like you could use a lift,” Bruce said.

Michelle was astounded. She thought for a moment that Micheal had arranged this. “Did the resort send you?” she asked.

“Oh no!” Bruce laughed with a mighty rumble. “You’re husband and I met on the plane. I thought I my be of assistance as you seem to be having trouble finding a ride.”

Michelle turned to Micheal, “You didn’t tell me you met anyone.” She followed up with a playful slap on the arm.

“Um, well,” he stammered, “we really just said ‘Hi’.”

Michelle raised her eyebrow at him and he just shrugged. Bruce spoke up again, “He’s right, I didn’t properly introduce myself.”

Micheal extended a hand as Bruce stepped out of the car, “Micheal, and this is my wife Michelle.”

Bruce took his had and shook it firmly. He turned to Michelle, his deep green eyes piercing right through her. He took her hand and kissed it delicately. “Micheal and Michelle?” he asked, with an unbelieving grin. “You’re not putting me on are you?”

“No, seriously!” Michelle blurted. “In fact, if we told you all of the similarities we have, you really would think we were lying.”

Without a word, the driver had begun loading their bags in the trunk. Bruce directed them to the open door. Looking at each other, they both shrugged and accepted the ride. Better, they thought, than paying a cabbie that barely spoke English and charged an exorbitant fare. They sat on rich leather seats in very quiet car, music playing quietly on speakers hidden somewhere in the car. The driver closed the trunk and then took his place behind the wheel.

“Where to, sir?” The driver asked. Bruce looked at his guests, “Where to?” “We’re staying and the Sundowner Resort?” Micheal said. Bruce chuckled to himself, “No you’re not! Lewis,” he called to the driver, “take us back to the ‘barn’ please.”

“Hey, wait!” Michelle said, suddenly very anxious. “Where are you taking us?” Bruce was still smiling. “Were you staying in a bungalow on the water?” “No, beachside chalet,” Micheal said, suspicious at the questions

Bruce rolled his eyes, “Even worse!” Micheal didn’t want to fight this guy, mostly because he’d probably get his ass kicked, but he didn’t know the laws on this island and didn’t intend to spend their anniversary in jail.

Michelle was getting scared, “Would you PLEASE tell me what’s going on?!”

Bruce leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “I have business dealings with the man that owns that resort. It is the lowest rated resort on the island and certainly the most overpriced!” “But the travel agent…” Micheal started.

“The travel agent,” Bruce interrupted, “was probably participating in a tourism promotion plan put on by the local government.”

Michelle and Micheal looked at each other in wonder, Bruce continued. “Look, despite this island’s reputation, tourism has been flagging over the past several years. More businesses are lost to financial failure each year.

Fewer businesses, fewer jobs, less taxes and spending, you see how this goes. So the government starts contacting the travel agencies in the US. They ask everyone they can contact to spread around the reservations, even to the bad resorts, like Sundowner.”

“But don’t they get complaints?” Micheal asked. “I mean, if resorts are that bad, don’t the guests raise a fuss?”

Bruce raised his eyebrows with a smile and touched the tip of his nose, “Bingo! But the industry banks on the complaints being few enough that the resorts at least remain operational. Lets face it, the real money for the government is in the taxes of a revenue producing company. The beauty of the island keeps people coming back. Surely, you understand that concept, Michelle.”

Michelle felt his eyes piercing her again. In fact, every time he looked at her she felt a flutter in her stomach. She felt embarrassed at her response to this strange man, but could not contain herself.

“You see,” Bruce continued, “most people will look at a few resort brochures and the price list for each. By and large, they still end up relying on the recommendation of the travel agent. And since travel agents tend to have repeat business, they have learned not to put their affluent customers up in the roach motels. They limit their exposure to people who may take this kind of trip once every ten years. Helps keep the complaints down.”

Just as Micheal was beginning to understand the depth of the problem, the car came to a stop.

Bruce looked at his guests. With a wide grin he said, “We’re here.”

Micheal and Michelle looked around to see the car stopped in front of a heavy iron gate. The decorative metal work had been bent into the initials “BW” above the gate.

Micheal turned back to their new benefactor, “Where’s ‘here’?” “My home,” Bruce responded as though it were a stupid question. The heavy gate swung open with a heavy groan and the car began to creep forward.. “So, you’re ‘BW’,” Michelle asked.

Bruce nodded an affirmation. “What’s the W for?” she asked, still taken in by his eyes. He grinned a knowing grin, “Wayne.”

Micheal erupted in laughter and disbelief, “Honey, we are in the presence of the enormously wealthy Bruce Wayne!”

Bruce nodded again, still grinning, “I assure you, I don’t have my own bat-cave. Though I do have a couple of neat gadgets for those seeking adventure!”

“Look,” Micheal said, “I really appreciate you trying to help, but I don’t think…” “Micheal,” Bruce interrupted, “you are now my personal guests. I want you to enjoy yourselves on your vacation. That dump of a motel is not the place to do it. I have everything you need here and better access to activities than they can offer you.”

“It may be a dump,” Micheal said, a little angry now, “but we paid a lot of money to get here and I don’t intend to lose it.” “Bah!” Bruce said waving his hand. “You let me worry about that.”

The car came to a stop again in front of a palace, at least by Micheal or Michelle’s definition. Michelle began to reach for the door, eager to see where they were. Bruce gently grabbed her hand just as it reached the door release.

“Wait. I pay someone to do that for me.” He smiled at her. Her belly flipped again at the contact. She was starting to feel something familiar with her husband two feet away. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, not at an indiscretion, but at his gift for arousing her.

Bruce held her hand, absorbing the moment. An awkward tension grew almost immediately. Micheal was still gawking at their surroundings and did not notice the intimacy of the contact.

The door popped open and the balmy breeze of the island flooded the car. Bruce stepped out, leading Michelle by the hand. Once out into the sunshine, he released his grip. Micheal followed closely behind, now aware of the contact, but not giving it the same meaning that it held for Michelle.

“Welcome to the Barn!” Bruce said in his mighty tone. “Lewis, will you let the house know that we have guests.”

“Yes, Mr. Wayne,” he said with a thick island accent and he began to walk away. “Oh, Lewis,” Bruce continued. “Would you also call one of the backup drivers for me, please? Mr. and Mrs., uh…” he realized he didn’t know their last name. He turned to them, asking the question without speaking.

Section 6

“Uh, Preyas,” Micheal said, getting his meaning. “Preyas,” he said turning back to Lewis “will be needing someone to take them around the island for the duration of their stay.”

Lewis nodded his understanding and disappeared into the house. A butler was already at the back of the limo unloading bags. “Manu,” Bruce said stepping towards the butler. “Please take their bags to the pool house and help them get settled.”

“Yes sir,” the butler answered. He turned back to his guests who were still awestruck. Micheal tried to stammer a reply but the words got lost.

Bruce stopped him short, “Look, I have everything I could want in abundance. I want you both to enjoy yourselves to the fullest so take advantage of what I have. There isn’t a hedonistic desire that my staff can’t fulfill. Manu will show you to the pool house and make sure you’re comfortable.”

Bruce shook both of their hands and said, “Please make yourselves at home! I have a couple of things to attend to, will you excuse me?” “Uh-huh,” was all they could say.

Bruce began to walk away towards his home. He quickly turned on his heel and said, “I assume you’re free for dinner tonight.” They both nodded.

“Good! Be sure you’re free around seven!” He disappeared into the house. Manu led them away, bags in tow, towards the rear of the house. As they rounded the corner, they both gasped at the sheer beauty of the landscape. The backyard, for lack of a better word, sloped gently downward toward a private beach and an awesome ocean view.

There were scores of tropical flowers dotting the yard and stone paths connecting each of the areas. There were terraces that divided the slope at irregular intervals. The top level, closest to the house was paved in smooth stones and comprised a patio and fire pit. Many feet downhill, there was a similarly paved area surrounding a large hot tub with a wet bar off the far side.

Micheal and Michelle looked at each other with knowing grins. Much time would be spent in that tub.

Manu finally led them down to the lowest level where smoother concrete surrounded a large pool. He directed them to the pool house, which they both noticed was larger than their own home. He opened the door on what seemed to be a wall of glass.

The room they entered was an entertainment area. There were large couches, a huge television, bar and kitchenette. The walls facing the pool and the ocean were all glass, leaving unobstructed views of the sea. Micheal noted that there were no shades. He thought that was odd.

Manu took their bags to the loft where a king sized bed dominated the room. He set the bags down in front of a large dresser. “Master bathroom is over there,” he said, gesturing to the right of the bed. “There is satellite TV with all available channels. The phone is next to the bed. Dial 1-0 for the main house.

Dial 2-0 for the kitchen. They can make most anything you want, 24 hours a day. If you want to go somewhere, dial 4-0 for the drivers. There is one on call at all times. If you need anything at any time and don’t know whom to ask, dial 9-0 and ask for Manu. I will be happy to assist.” Manu smiled and began to excuse himself.

“Oh, wait.” Micheal stopped him, reaching in his pocket for a tip. Manu held up his hand, “No sir, this is not a Hotel. A tip is not necessary.” He walked away without another word. Micheal and Michelle just stood stunned for a moment. As the moment passed, they both became fully aware of their new situation and burst out in laughter.

“Can you believe this?” Michelle yelled. She ran to Micheal, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him hard on the lips.

Micheal was still smiling from ear to ear, “I don’t know what to make of this,” he said. “I mean, if Bruce is right about the resort, we’re very lucky he stopped us. On the other hand, I don’t want them getting my money for free!”

“I know,” she said, “but would the resort have given us a driver and access to a 24 hour kitchen? This is incredible!”

‘Yeah, you’re right," he said, still in disbelief. “Come on, let’s get unpacked and get some sun!”

The clock next to the bed only showed 10am local time. They still had a lot of day left and seven more just like it to come. They put away their clothes in the dresser and hung their eveningwear in the closet. Micheal took off his shirt and laid it on the bed. He went to the dresser to get some swim trunks. Michelle grabbed his shirt to lay with dirty clothes and something fell out of the pocket.

She leaned down and picked a small cassette of the floor. “Micheal, what is this?”

He turned around to see what she had and winced. He had forgotten about it in the confusion. “Um, it’s something that Bruce gave me on the plane.”

“What’s on it?” she asked, not suspicious in the least.

“Well, I really don’t know exactly,” he answered truthfully.

“Should we look at it?” “It should fit our camera,” Micheal said, reaching for the camcorder. He opened the cover and popped in the tape. They both sat on the edge of the bed and waited for a picture to appear. They were both shocked by what they saw.

There was a shaky image of a woman with brown hair bouncing her head up and down. The image was zoomed in and grainy. It suddenly pulled back to reveal the inside of an airplane. Michelle immediately knew what it was, though Micheal had already suspected.

“Oh my god! I thought I covered up better than that!” Michelle said. She was mortified by what she saw, but also a little turned on. “Me too…” Micheal was lost in the image on the screen. He grew hard as he watched his wife give him a blowjob. He too was turned on, but more at the thought that someone may have gotten turned on by watching his wife. But he wasn’t ready to tell her that.

Michelle ran her hand up his thigh as they continued to watch. On the small screen, they saw Micheal’s hand rest on her shoulder. They saw his shaft start to pulse with orgasm. The screen shook as the cameraman adjusted his view. On the tape, Michelle placed his cock back in his pants. The screen flicked and the tape ended.

“Wow,” Michelle said, “that was kind of hot to watch!”

Micheal turned to look at his wife. His lusty eyes locked to hers. Their lips mashed together in a powerful kiss. He began to pull at her clothes, desperate to have her naked. He quickly pulled off her cotton shirt and blue satin bra. He knew she was wearing matching panties, and he couldn’t wait for them to join the bra on the floor. As he tugged at the zipper of her shorts she stopped him. “Wait,” she said “Nooooooo!” Micheal said with a pitiful whimper.

“It’s ok, we’re still going to do it!” Michelle replied, comforting him. “There’s just something I want to show you!” She pushed Micheal to sit back down on the bed. She turned with her back to him and slowly pushed her shorts past her hips. She stepped out of them and turned back towards Micheal, wrapping her arms across her chest in a coy display of innocence.

“Micheal, dear. I did something special before we left.” She wiggled her hips in an exaggerated way as she stepped to him. “You see, I wanted to make this trip as special as possible. So I’ve done something that I think you’ll like.”

She stepped in front of him and pulled his hands to her hips. She helped him hook his thumbs in the waistband of her panties and held her hands over her head, waiting for him to pull them down. He started to tug them down, slowly at first. When He got to where he knew there should be hair, there was none.

His eyes shot up to hers, “You shaved?!”

“Oh, I did much more than that!” she giggled.

He suddenly yanked her panties completely off, revealing in full her secret. “I had all of the hair on my pussy completely removed by laser. That little strip you see is all I will ever have again!”

Micheal said nothing. Michelle was beginning to worry that he did not approved. Without warning, he threw her on the bed. In one deft motion, he dropped the rest of his clothes and lifted her knees over his shoulders. He plunged his mouth into her steaming slit. Consumed with his lust, he hungrily explored her bald cunt.

Section 7

He savored every inch of silky flesh. After many minutes of exploring, he attacked her clit in earnest. The sudden intensity of the sensation threw Michelle immediately into orgasm. She screamed aloud as her legs clamped around his head.

Micheal continued his exploration, bringing her to two more orgasms. As her third release subsided, she rolled him on to his back and stood over him. She squatted over his erect member and slid it easily into her velvety tunnel. He loved when she did this because it allowed an unobstructed view of her pussy being fucked.

She raised and lowered herself quickly, trying to milk his balls as fast as she could. She needed to be filled with his seed. Micheal felt his cum boiling up. In less than a dozen quick strokes, she was rewarded with his sticky cum filling her pussy. Micheal groaned loudly as he thrust up into her. Shot after shot erupted from him until he collapsed, spent.

They rested in the after glow for many minutes. They looked out at the ocean, basking in the radiant beauty of it. “Happy anniversary,” Micheal said.

“Happy anniversary,” Michelle returned. “Any more surprises for me?” he asked. Michelle just giggled and pulled him closer to her.

Bruce’s butler knocked on the door of his office. He opened it a crack and spoke, “Mr. Wayne, Mr. Damfouse is on line three for you.”

Bruce grabbed the receiver from the phone on his desk and punched the appropriate line. “Jean?”

“Oui Bruce, you called for me,” Bruce had gotten used to the French accent quickly after hiring the man.

“Yes. We have some guests that are due to arrive today under the name of Preyas.” Bruce heard a keyboard clicking away as Jean looked up the reservation.

“Ah, oui monsieur. I have found their reservation.”

“Jean, they will be staying with me for the week. I’d like you to process a refund back to their credit card.” Bruce said.

Jean started typing again, “Oui, you’re the boss!”

Bruce hung up he phone and turned to a small bank of TV monitors. He looked at the black and white picture of his guests. He chuckled to himself, “The ‘Boss’ indeed!”

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