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A Fantasy Weekend

By: DWsSweetness



Chapter 1 (Me)

First off, we would be alone for a whole weekend. I know that will never in reality happened but this is a fantasy, right? At my uncle's lake house, well better yet Christy Estates. 

You will come to me Friday night and when you open the door you will find the room lit only by candles with the scent of cinnamon potpourri simmering on the stove. You will find a note asking you to discard your clothing and to come further into the bedroom and spa area. The bed is softly covered with satin sheets and red rose petals. Red candles lighting up the darkness of the room. The spa filled with warm water and music softly playing in the background. A bottle of wine is chilling in ice with two wine glasses waiting to be filled.

I am sitting on the edge of the spa dressed only in a black satin negligee. I put my finger to my lips and motion you to not speak a word for we will talk only with our bodies. I stand and pull your hands behind you and tie a silk tie around your wrists. I gently sit you to were you are now sitting in my place beside the spa. I turn up the music and dance exotically in front of you. Slowly peeling away the black nightie and dropping it softly onto the floor in front of you.

Touching you only with my lips, I bend and kiss your neck and your lips. I stand and allow you to kiss the nipples on my breasts as I gently stroke you with my hand, feeling you get harder with my touch. I gently pull you to a standing position and turn with my back to you. I move my hips to the music, pressing my ass to your hardness -- teasing, tempting, not allowing you to touch me. I bend over and grab you from between my own legs. Rubbing the head between my lips allowing you to get wet from my moisture. Stopping you before the excitement gets unmanageable. 

I turn and help you get into the spa. With you sitting on the spa bench and I standing on it facing you, I straddle your face. All I can feel is the pleasures your mouth and tongue offers me. The magnitude of feeling your tongue enter me takes me to a deep state of ecstasy. I slide down onto you and take you completely inside me. I feel the warmth of your manhood that I am so accustomed to. Your hardness going deeper and deeper inside of my body. Accelerating my motion, as we continue to share each other as one. We both simultaneously hitting the plateau of complete ecstasy. I fall gently on your chest as the energy is taken from my body. I untie the silk tie and free your hands so we can begin getting ready for dinner. The night is young and we have only just began...

Chapter 2 (Him)

We sit down to enjoy a magnificent feast, starting with maple glazed quail and portabella mushrooms; a tossed green salad and veal tenderloin in a white wine marinade yum! For desert...bananas foster over vanilla ice cream. As we finish our meal, I cannot help staring at you and I notice ice cream as dripped into the cleft between your breasts. 

In a rage of sexual energy, I throw all the plates onto the floor and pick you up and lay you on the table and proceed to lick off all the ice cream. Then I continue to lick every inch of your body...ice cream or not.

As I slowly make a trail of kisses down your belly towards heavens gate, I reach with one hand and grab an unused banana from the floor and peel it. As I vigorously tongue your womanhood, I start rubbing the Banana around the insides of your thighs in small circles. I then slowly insert the fruit into your wetness and find your love button with my tongue. The combination of the banana and my tongue make you wriggle under my touch and you let out a soft moan. I remove the banana and take a bite, tasting the sweet nectar from you on the fruit. 

Now that the banana is gone, I pull you off the table and turn you around so you are leaning on the table with your back to me. I get on my knees and slowly probe all areas with my skillful tongue. I insert one finger into each of the entrances to heaven and slowly begin to bring you to a climax of epic proportions. As you moan and gyrate your hips to meet the thrusts of my fingers, I unexpectedly give you a sharp slap on your behind leaving behind a red handprint. You squeal with pain and pleasure at the same time. I continue this for it seems like an eternity until I lose count of the orgasms you encounter. Then slowly I remove my fingers and stand behind you and slowly replace them with my now raging hard manhood. 

First I enter your sweet love canal. Slowly at first but gaining momentum with every thrust. Then before I lose complete control, I withdraw and grab the stick of now warm almost melted butter that remained on the table (how I'm not sure) and proceed to lubricate your backside with the warm creamy mess. I also apply some to my own erection and then begin to slowly insert it into that most sacred of places. We both are at the height of sexual ecstasy as we move as one to the rhythm of love. The tight fit of your chamber clenches my erection like a velvet glove and I know I will not last long. Our moans become screams of passion as we both explode together and fall in a heap to the floor on top of all the food and dishes on the floor. I lift your head and kiss you gently on the lips and ask you....So how about a midnight snack later?....to be continued...

Chapter 3 (Me)

After the wonderful dinner and the most unusual entertainment, we lay on a soft blanket in front of the fireplace. We lay quietly in each others arms, resting to regain lost energy. Words are unneeded for we can feel our thoughts though the softness of our caresses. Laying in comfort of each others companionship but knowing that the next 48 hours will go by way too quickly. 

We have a wonderful life outside of each other's arms but the decision to choose between that life and the one we share now is just unbearable to make. So we try to succeed in making the best out of both worlds. 

Trying to push the painful and confusing thoughts out of my mind, I lean over and kiss you softly on your lips. You smile as you pull yourself out of your relaxed state of mind. First words spoken in a couple of hours, I whisper I love you. You respond by taking me in your safe and loving arms and kissing me tenderly and deeply. Running our hands on each other's body, the sexual excitement in the room begins.

I push you gently on to your back. I begin kissing your neck, your face, and your lips. Then I slowly work my way to your chest and stomach. Kissing, teasing every part of your body but never once touching the "prize" Kissing your thighs, your hips slowly and methodically. Then I precede to your manhood, taking it completely in my warm mouth. Rhythmically, controlling your every desire. Quickening the motions then slowing down to where you stay on the brink of orgasm. Ignoring your pleas to stop, I continue with the motions of complete fulfillment. Never stopping but never letting you give in to ecstasy. 

The light of the fire dancing on our bodies, the heat of the moment igniting passions from within. I raise my lips up towards your lips and kiss you passionately while teasing your manhood with the rotation of my hips. Slowly, I lower my own sex onto yours. Gasping at the magnitude of pleasure, I gently make love to you. Touching my naked breasts against your chest, our lips never once leaving the comfort of the other's. Rotating hips, grinding down on you. Slowly speeding up the motion of lovemaking...hitting on the intense level of ecstasy. Coming down from the height of orgasm, my body melts down onto yours. Laying quietly in your comforting familiar embrace. Friday night has now turned into the early darkness of Saturday morning....

Chapter 4 (Him)

After sleeping for what seemed to be weeks, we awake in each other's arms and decide what we are going to do for the afternoon. Lunch and a movie. We shower together, taking turns soaping each other from head to toe, slowing down during the important parts. After we dry each other off, we set out for lunch. 

Feeling rather frisky at our booth at the restaurant, I sneak my hand under the tablecloth and place it on your thigh (you are wearing a tight miniskirt and no panties yeah!) I slowly move my hand upward to find you already moist with anticipation. As I rub my fingers slowly over your wet slit, you start to moan softly. Then the waitress shows up with our food and you blush slightly as she gives us a smile and a wicked grin. All through lunch I continue to caress your love button until you climax so hard you drop your fork. We quickly finish lunch and head to the theater for our show. 

We sit way in the back and luckily there are only a handful of people in the theater down in front. We aren't really interested in the movie because our passion for each other will not wait any longer. As the lights go down, you place your hand on my lap and slowly rub me through my khaki shorts. I start to get hard at the first touch. You slowly undo my pants and pull them down. You then get on your knees in front of me and start to give me the most pleasure I can handle. Swirling your tongue up and down my shaft and then taking me completely inside your mouth and moving up and down with a steady rhythm. Before you make me completely crazy, I pull you up and turn you around. 

You stand facing the screen watching the people in front of us staring intently at the movie as I get down behind you and lift your skirt up around your waist. I slowly kiss your legs, lower back and gently bite your ass. As I spread your legs apart, I dart my tongue in and out of your sacred box and insert a finger at the same time. You are moving your hips to the music playing during the movie. I now start licking a trail from one spot to another. I place one finger in each entrance and alternate strokes while continuing to kiss you all over your legs and ass. 

Your moans become louder and we notice one of the other viewers has turned around and is now watching us instead of the movie. I stand up and give them a smile, hoping they are enjoying our show more than the movie. I lean you over the seat in front of you and enter you from behind. Slowly at first but picking up the pace as we are lost in ecstasy. I open my eyes to see all of the people are now watching us. I start to pound into you harder and harder, hearing your stifled screams of passion escape your lips. Since we are already discovered, I slap your ass with a loud "smack" and you cry out surprisingly. 

This brings a cheer from one of the guys in the front row. Sensing my coming explosion, I increase my speed and I am now moaning loudly myself. With a final powerful stroke I empty me cream into you and we both cry out together with a powerful coexisting climax that makes the room start to spin wildly. As we regain our composure, we find all the viewers standing and cheering us for a great show. We blush and smile as we straighten out our clothing and quickly slip out of the theater and we run to the exit as we see the security guards heading our way. Out the door and to our car and we speed away. Exhilarated, we drive around town and talking about what the rest of our day will bring!

Chapter 5 (Me)

The house is lit only by the light of the fireplace. The surround sound stereo is set to play our favorite CD's. Embraced in your arms, I slide my hands to your shirt and take it off of you. Kissing your sweet lips, I unbutton your pants and slide them to the floor. I then slide your briefs down. 

Opening the drawer of the end table, I pull out a pair of arm restraints. With a mischievous smile, I imprison your wrists in them. I gently sit you on the couch, naked, and walk on the other side of the coffee table. Standing now several feet away from you. Slowly my hand crawl to the top button of my silk blouse and I undo it. One by one I unbutton my shirt. I slowly pull my unbuttoned shirt off. I reach back and unhook my black lace bra. I slide the straps off my shoulders, dropping my arms, feeling the bra fall to the floor. My ample breasts are revealed. My nipples are hard, my tits cone-like and pointing at you. Standing in front of you, in high heels, wearing my black silk skirt, but now topless. 

I turn around and face the fireplace. Slowly I pull my skirt off and discard it on the floor. All I have on now is the heels, black stockings and black lace panties. I walk between you and the coffee and turn around to face the fireplace again. I slowly spread my legs apart, in a slight "v" shape. I bend forward, reach back, and lower my panties, very slowly, first from my ass, then down my legs. Stepping out of my panties, I reach back and spread my ass cheeks open. Exposing my lips and beyond. From the bowl on the table, I take a strawberry and run it between my lips, saturating it in my juices. I turn, now facing you, and I take the strawberry to your lips. Tracing your lips, letting you smell the scent of the berry and my juices. With my finger I gently open your lips and allow you to take a bite of the sweet fruit. 

Naked, with the exception of the 3 inch heeled black pumps and stockings, I sit down on the coffee table. Spreading my legs slightly, I run my hands on my breasts, taunting and pinching the nipples. I then run my hands down between my thighs. I spread my legs farther and I insert a finger into my wet lips. Moving it in and out, I begin to breath a little deeper. My other hand, caressing my breasts. I insert another finger and quickly bring myself to an intense orgasm. Knowing you will very soon need a release yourself, I lean over you and free your hands. I motion you to stand. I turn, bending down placing my hands on the coffee table. You take me from behind, the need for satisfaction almost unbearable. Reaching around me, taking my nipples in your hands. Pinching them harder and harder as you increase the pounding against my ass. Almost as if you are punishing me from teasing you for so long. We are nearly breathless, as we explode in the most intense orgasm of our lives. 

Chapter 6 (Me, I got tired of waiting for him)

It is our last night together and our pleasure is mixed with dread of having our weekend coming to an end. We constantly embrace hoping that if we hold on tight enough that time will just stop and let us be. 

After our afternoon at the movies and a pleasurable solo dance, we begin to get ready to go out on the town. We shower together, observing each other's delicious bodies. Holding back on getting too intimate because we know we have to meet a dinner reservation in less than two hours. After showering, I ban you from the bathroom so that I can get ready for you. Adding a minimum amount of makeup and styling my hair, I proceed to get dressed.

I decide to wear a strapless and formfitting black cocktail dress that has a slit ending about at my mid-thigh. Underneath, I am wearing a black lace strapless bra and a black garter belt and thigh highs. I am wearing a string crotchless black bikini. Putting on my 3 inch high heels and putting a dash of Liz Claiborne silver perfume, I finally emerge from the bathroom. I pause and have to catch my breath after seeing you in a Dior black silk suit. 

You put your hand in your pocket and pull out a small box. In it holds a diamond necklace. As you put it on me, you begin to kiss my neck. Melting against you, I beg you to stop and remind you that we have less than 45 minutes to get to the island. 

Forcing ourselves out the door, we get into the awaiting limo that unbeknownst to me you had planned. Sitting in the white stretched limo, you pour us a cocktail as we sit peacefully enjoying each other's presence. We arrive at the restaurant, "21," and we are quickly escorted to our table.

Our table is in a room of it's own with floor to ceiling windows overlooking the beach. The top two feet of the windows are open letting in the sounds of the waves breaking on the surf. 

After we dine on mouth watering filet mignon and many courses of international cuisine, our wait staff turns on the surround sound system and closes the door and leaves us so that we can continue to share the night in the arms of each other. 

While we are dancing and floating on the floor as though we are on a cloud, our passion can no longer be ignored. We begin kissing each other deeply as you softly run your fingers through my hair. I step away from you and slowly peel away my dress and gently step out of it. You lean towards me and begin kissing the tops of my breasts. You reach around and unfasten my bra which quickly drops to the floor. You take in my nipple and tease it so gently with your lips and teeth. I can feel the wetness increasing between my legs. Sensing that I am getting weak in the knees, you half-carry me over and sit me softly on the table. 

Half-surprised, you notice my crotchless panties and slip a finger in between my warm lips. Slowly you insert your finger in and out, my breath quickening as your finger brings me to my first orgasm. As I let myself come down off such an intense high, you step back and pull off your suit. I intensely watch you as you succeed in making my body yearn for you again. You come to me and push my legs apart as you kneel down between them. You start to push me back into a laying position but I insist that I want to watch you as you make love to me with your tongue. 

I feel you push my legs even further apart and I watch as your fingers spread my lips. I watch as you use your other hand, and insert two fingers deep inside me. Watching them disappear and peeking back out, you look up at me and give me a mischievous grin. You lean your head closer in and begin to lightly bite on my inner thighs, which almost takes my breath away. You then replace your fingers with your tongue and lick my inner lips with an overwhelming sexual assault. Inserting a finger into sinful territory, you bring me to the most intense orgasm. 

I beg you to make love to me and you quickly give in to my begging. You stand up and begin teasing me as you rub your manhood all around. Just when I think I am going to scream out in frustration, you plummet me with your hard organ, and instead I scream out with intense pleasure. After bringing me to countless orgasms, you finally release yourself. Sitting there, embracing you tightly all I can feel is the pounding of our hearts. As we begin to dress, I stare at you, and you ask what I am thinking. All I can say is that I am staring at the one man on this earth that I truly love but can never totally have...

A Fantasy Weekend



Simon gasped as Marie pressed down, her pubic bone grinding against him as she took his cock as deep into her pussy as she could. She leant back, her full, firm breasts thrust upwards as she reached behind her, her hands on his legs. He reached for her, cupping her breasts, feeling their weight, their size, their firmness, as he caressed her, as he rubbed his thumbs across her nipples that were already red and swollen from his attention.

With a sigh, Marie rocked her body, pushing forward as she rode his cock, her second orgasm building deep inside her body. Simon slid his hands down her sides, marvelling at the way her waist still pinched in before grabbing her hips. He held her, bouncing up off the bed, pushing upwards as her pussy slid along his cock, her juices running down onto his already wet balls.

Marie's eyes were closed, her chest, her face, flushed with desire, with passion. Her mouth hung open, her full lips moving silently, her tongue flicking across them. Her long hair hung around her shoulders, damp from their exertions, their lust.

"Mike's here," Simon whispered, referring to his best mate, who had fancied Marie for as long as he could remember.

Marie moaned softly, her eyes still closed, as she twisted her head, ready to take his cock.

"His cock's nice and hard for you," Simon murmured, "Nice and thick and hard."

Even though her eyes were still closed, Simon knew that she could see Mike in her mind as she moaned again, her mouth forming a perfect circle. Simon saw her tongue moving, her mouth sucking the imaginary cock deep into her mouth, her lips tight around it. 

"Suck him," Simon urged her, "suck him hard ... squeeze his balls ... his cock .... suck him ... let him fuck you ... fuck your mouth ... deeper ... take him deeper ...harder Mike ... faster ... fuck her hot little mouth ..."

Marie moaned as she sat up, reaching for the imaginary cock, imagining Mike beside her. She could almost taste him, feel him, his cock plunging into her mouth, his hands on her breasts, her nipples, her breathing getting heavier, quicker, more broken. With a long drawn out gasp her orgasm thundered through her. A flush rose up through her body as she pressed down hard, slumping forward and pushing her ass back as she kept Simon's cock as deep inside her throbbing pussy as she could, her mouth still full of Mike's taste.

Marie's breath rasped in Simon's ear as her pleasure ran through her, as she clung to him, as his hands wandered easily over her slender back and down to her beautifully rounded ass. Slowly, she sat back, her hands on his chest as she pushed herself up, his cock hard, still buried inside her.

"Your turn," she murmured softly, a delicious grin on her face.

She raised herself up slowly until his cock almost fell from her pussy. She reached down, caressing him before dropping back down, his cock sliding through her wetness until she was resting against his balls again. She leant forward, dragging her hard nipples across his chest before plunging her tongue wantonly into his mouth. She rocked her body against his as she nipped his ear lobe, gently then harder, before whispering to him.

"Vicky's here ... Mike's brought Vicky with him ...for you ...just for you ..."

Simon groaned against her lips as she kissed him again. Vicky was Mike's wife, a sexy, hot looking woman a few years younger than them.

"She loves your tongue on her pussy ... in her pussy ... she needs her pussy licked ... she needs you to fuck her with your tongue ..." Marie whispered huskily before sitting up.

Simon closed his eyes, imagining Vicky, with her long red hair and her full breasts that he had glimpsed more than once when they'd all been on a beach together. Simon could see them in his mind, big and round, her nipples pale and wide. 

"Come on Vicky," Marie whispered huskily, "Kneel over him ... that's it ... give him your pussy ... touch her Simon ... fuck her ... fuck her with your tongue ...fuck her hot little cunt ..."

Simon could almost feel Vicky above me, smell her arousal, taste her sweet juices as his tongue flicked across her clit, as he sucked and licked her pussy, as Marie talked to him, all the time rocking on his cock. 

"Mmmmmmm ... suck her tasty pussy ... lick her, fuck her," she told him, "Mmmmm ... let me hold her ... hold her big, sexy breasts ... let kiss her ... touch her ..."

Simon groaned as he imagined Vicky leaning back as Marie reaching around her, twisting her head so that they could kiss, their tongues moving wantonly across each other, her hands full to overflowing with her breasts, pinching her erect nipples. He could feel the cum boiling in his balls, his cock harder than ever as he slammed into Marie. He pulled her tight, her breasts crushed between them, her nipples digging into his chest.

"Fuck me," she whispered, "Fuck me hard ... fuck Vicky ... lick her, taste her ..."

Simon let out a groan and reached for Marie's hips, fucking her wildly.

"Mike's behind me ... I can feel his cock ... mmmmmm ... it's against my ass ... he's going to fuck me ... no ... he's cumming .... on my ass ... his cum is on my ass ... feel it Simon, feel it ..."

Simon roared out his relief as his cum exploded inside Marie, as another climax ripped through her body. They clung together, gasping for breath, exhausted, letting their pleasure wash over them. Later, they rolled onto their sides and kissed softly, lovingly, his cock still buried inside his gorgeous wife as they talked quietly before drifting off to sleep.

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"Simon ... hello ... hello ... it's time to go!"

Simon looked up with a start. It was Angie, one of his secretaries, standing in the doorway and tapping pointedly on her watch.

"Come on, we have to be there in half an hour."

Simon moaned -- he really could do without a visit to a new hotel, the sole purpose of which was for them to try and sell him their overpriced facilities for use by his company. For the hundredth time that morning, he wished that he hadn't agreed to stand in for his business partner, or that he'd had the sense to get someone else to cover for him.

"All right," he muttered at Angie's retreating back, "I'm coming."

He sat for a moment longer, staring at the tight curves of Angie's perfectly rounded ass as he waited for the more than obvious bulge in his trousers to retreat. He smiled to himself and shook his head. Staring at Angie really wasn't helping! But that wasn't the cause either -- when Angie had called him, he had been quite happily re-living the night before with Marie, the pile of urgent files in front of him forgotten.

After that last time, they had talked quietly, his cock still buried inside Marie. 

"Did you enjoy Mike being here?" he'd asked.

"Of course," Marie had giggled, "And I bet you loved the thought of Vicky being with us as well!"

"You bet," he'd told her enthusiastically, before adding, "You know I'd love them to join us -- and I don't suppose that they'd complain either!"

"We can dream," she'd told him with a soft laugh, before rolling over, his cock slipping from her.

He'd snuggled up to her then, his cock still slick with her juices, both of them too tired to clean up. Marie had automatically pushed back against him, his body curving around hers as he held her, his cock snug along the divide between her cheeks.

As Marie fell asleep in his arms, Simon had laid thinking about their evening. Almost as soon as the children had gone to bed, they had settled in each others arms in front of the TV. But that hadn't lasted long as Marie had turned to face him, to kiss him, her hands sliding over his chest to rub at the front of his jeans. A few minutes later, she was leading him upstairs at the start of what turned out to be a memorable night.

He thought about Mike and Vicky -- about how they came up more and more as they made love. It had all started as a tease really, but sometimes now there was more of an edge to what they said to each other, to how it felt. And last night had been no exception -- which was why Simon was sat with an uncomfortably hard cock, with pictures of Vicky, of Marie and Mike, running through his mind, while his secretary was nagging him that it was time to leave.

Briefly, he wondered how far Marie would go if he dared to encourage her more. As demure as she sometimes seemed, he knew that Marie had a wildly exciting side to her, a side that even after having the two children, and even though they were well into their thirties, he felt sure would bubble uncontrollably to the surface if he pushed it. Not that he was complaining -- Marie was a wonderfully sexy woman, who had no trouble at all in turning heads as she walked along any street.

"Simon!!"

"All right, I'm coming, I'm coming," he yelled back at Angie, wondering not for the first time how he sometimes put up with her, but knowing straightaway just how good she was at her job. And having such a great looking secretary didn't do any harm with his clients either!

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They drove out to the hotel in almost total silence, Angie's disapproval of his lateness more than obvious. But Simon didn't mind -- he was still thinking of Marie, of the previous night, his mind barely on his driving. More and more over recent weeks he had found himself thinking about the things they said, about Mike and Vicky, about other fantasies, and today was no exception. By the time they arrived at the hotel, his mind was just about made up. He would choose the right moment, push Marie just a little harder -- and then do something about it before she changed her mind.

After parking the car, Simon practically leapt out of the car before dashing around the other side to open the door for Angie. He saw the bemused look on her face as she wondered at his sudden change of mood.

"If only you knew!" Simon thought to himself.

For a moment, a fleeting thought of Angie, naked in front of him, of Sean, her body building boyfriend, naked beside Marie, crossed his mind, but he quickly pushed it to one side as the hotel receptionist called out a greeting.

"Hi," she told them, her face breaking out into a well practiced corporate smile.

"Hi," they both echoed, returning her standard smile with their own.

Simon read her badge -- Dawn -- as she continued.

"If you can both sign in, I'll tick your names off, and then we can begin ... this is Elaine, who'll be your guide today ... we want to give you a true flavour of all our wonderful new facilities ... so that you and your company will want to come back time and time again ... our tour will last ..."

Simon switched off as Dawn rattled through her well rehearsed speech, not really listening until she mentioned that the tour would end with coffee and Danish pastries overlooking the pool. Elaine then took over, and led them away towards the seminar suite.

He didn't really pay much attention as Elaine ran them through the various features of the rooms, the facilities and the equipment available, although the heavy smell of the leather seats and the wide expanses of the conference room tables did give him some interesting idea's, and he found himself glancing at Angie once again. He shook his head, catching Angie giving him an odd look as they followed Elaine out of the seminar suite.

The fitness centre was next on their tour, and that was at least more interesting, if only for the staff that had clearly been picked for their looks as well as their ability. They both had plenty to look at as Elaine took them on a tour of the pool and sauna area, and the various massage and fitness rooms. After that, Elaine took them upstairs to view a couple of rooms.

The first was a typical hotel room, but the surprise was in the second one they visited.

"This one has some rather unusual features," she told them as they walked along the beautifully decorated corridor towards the end of the hotel.

"Firstly, the shared the sitting room and balcony," she told them.

The sitting room was shared between two rooms, with a wide balcony, complete with a table and chairs, overlooking the lake that surrounded the hotel on three sides.

"We find that certain guests enjoy sharing the ... er ... facilities more than others," she told them mischievously before leading them into one of the bedroom.

This was much bigger than the standard room. A huge bed sat in the middle of the floor, with another sitting area at the far end. The windows on two sides looked out over the lake. But it was another feature that drew their attention.

"Yes, it is unusual," Elaine told them as they stared at the glass wall between the bedroom and bathroom. 

"Before you ask," she went on, "It's only the bathroom that's on show, the shower and other facilities are separate, and no, there isn't a blind or curtain."

Simon glanced at Angie, who was blushing for the first time since he'd known her.

"Our research suggested that senior managers might like to entertain in rooms like these," Elaine told them, totally misunderstanding the look on Angie's face.

Simon looked around the room, taking in the comfy seating area at the far end, the bed sat in the middle of the room, the wonderful views over that lake, the opulence -- and the glass walled bathroom, with a bath tub that was clearly meant for more than one. 

"It's perfect," he murmured to himself, his cock stirring as he thought of Marie once again, of what they talked about.

He took one last look around as they left, before glancing at the room number - 629 - as he walked out. It really was perfect.

He tried to concentrate on what Elaine was saying as they made their way back to the coffee shop that overlooked the pool. Over coffee and pastries, she continued her sales pitch that Angie listened to attentively, but Simon's mind was elsewhere.

Just as they left, Elaine offered them the opportunity to enter a free draw to win a luxury weekend at the hotel, so, more out of politeness than anything else, Simon dropped his business card on top of the hundreds of others in the glass bowl on reception, assuming he'd never hear another thing.

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Over the next few weeks, Simon thought of the hotel often -- of that room, of the luxury, of the fun they could have. He had checked out the rates on the hotels website as soon as he had got back to the office, but his heart had dropped when he'd seen how expensive the place was. Even with the "opening offers", he knew that he'd never get Marie to agree to go there, even for a weekend.

But then, out of the blue, Elaine phoned.

"Simon?"

"Yes," he'd replied a little warily, expecting the hard sell that so often followed the collection of a business card.

When she mentioned the competition, he was expecting the standard "Sorry you didn't win, but ..." speech, and almost missed the gushing "Congratulations" that she actually came out with. His mind felt numb as she went on.

"You've won an all expenses paid long weekend at the hotel, staying in one of our luxury suites ... all meals are included, as well as the use of the fitness centre ..."

"Can we have room 629?" he blurted out without really thinking.

For a moment, she was thrown, but quickly told him "I don't see why not ... I'm sure that could be organised".

Five minutes later, it was all arranged, the date had been agreed for three weeks time -- and Simon's trousers were bulging obscenely as he thought of Marie, of them being alone, of the possibilities. 

"I wonder?" he asked himself yet again as he slowly rubbed the front of his trousers.

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Marie's excitement was obvious when he told her about the weekend as soon as he got home from work. She had thrown herself at him, her arms around his neck as they kissed, her tongue slipping easily into his mouth before she broke away.

"What about the children?"

"Sorted," he told her with a grin, "Your Mum will have them."

"You've thought about everything then?" she asked him, loving the idea of having him all to herself for three whole days and nights. It had been a long time since they'd managed to get away on their own.

"I've tried to," he told, before adding in a voice heavy with meaning, "Anyway, I want you to be nice and relaxed ..."

Later, Simon told her more about the hotel. He had mentioned some of it after his visit, but now he filled in more of the details, and showed her the brochures he'd printed off after Elaine had e-mailed them through. But something told him to hold back on some of the detail -- especially the glass wall.

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The next three weeks flew by, with their trip never far from their thoughts. They had made love as often as ever in those weeks, but it was only Simon who had sensed something different. As he drove home from the office on the day before their trip, he thought about the days ahead, and the last few weeks. Something was different, especially on those occasions when their fantasies had surfaced. Was there something more intense going on than before? Or had he imagined it? One thing was for certain, the effect the fantasies had on him was getting, well, harder to cope with!

He smiled at that thought as he pulled onto the drive. He was hardly out of the car when Marie threw open the front door to welcome him. She'd already dropped the children off at her parent's house, and both of them were looking forward to an evening on their own, followed by a leisurely morning before heading off to the hotel.

After a quick shower, Simon joined Marie downstairs for a quiet evening in. They enjoyed a lingering dinner, talking quietly before settling down to watch a DVD and share a bottle of wine. They relaxed together, letting the air of sexual tension build between them. They both knew where the evening would end up, but were happy to take their time getting there. When they did make love, they took it slowly, a trail of clothes leading upstairs to the bedroom where they savoured each others bodies before reaching their explosive climaxes together.

As she came, Marie whispered Mike's name to Simon, knowing what it would do to him. So later, as he sat opposite her on the bed stroking his cock, Simon mentioned Vicky again, wondering out loud if she'd like to stroke his cock as well. He watched Marie closely as she settled back against the pillows, gently caressing her breasts, her eyes closed.

"Touch your nipples, lover," Simon whispered.

Marie responded immediately, sighing softly as her fingertips moved to her nipples, swirling around them in little circles before pinching the tips, tugging on them lightly.

"Now lower," he told her, watching her hands moving across her body, "Touch your belly ... then lower ... touch yourself like Mike would ..."

She gasped at his words, arching her back and thrusting her breasts forward as her fingers found her clit, as others found her pussy, as they slipped inside her, visions of Mike, of his cock, long and hard, filling her head.

Simon shuffled forward, his cock waving in front of him as he watched Marie, her fingers becoming a blur. Her mouth hung open, but her eyes were still closed as he knelt in front of her.

"Mike's here," he told her, "Watching you ... his cock in his hand ... wanting you ... wanting to cum with you ... to cum over you"

"Yes," she hissed, her head thrown back.

Simon stroked his cock quickly, moving in time with Marie's thrusting fingers, with the fingers that played across her clit. She cried out as she came, a flood of her juices coating her hand as the waves of pleasure crashed through her.

"Mike ... yessssss ... cum for me ..." she cried out moments before Simon's cum splattered onto her neck and nipples, as it ran between her breasts and onto her belly. 

She opened her eyes and stared at Simon as she realised what she'd said, what she'd cried out. He leant forward, his cock still in one hands as he trailed his fingers of the other through the cum on her body.




A Fantasy Weekend



"Yes," he told her, his mouth inches from hers, "We should ... we should live out our fantasies ... our needs ... now ... tomorrow ... this weekend ... take our chance..." 

"Simon!!" Marie exclaimed, a look of shock and indignation on her face.

But as Simon looked at her, he saw something else beneath the shock and indignation. He saw the half smile, the slight flush, the gleam in her eye. And his cock rose up all over again.

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Simon glanced across at Marie as they pulled into the car park of the hotel. The sun glinted off the ornate glass front, throwing a pale glow across them as they pulled into a parking space right at the front of the hotel. It was marked "Private", but that was where Elaine had told him to park. He reached out and ran his hand across Marie's bare thigh, squeezing gently.

"You okay," he asked her softly.

He'd been surprised at what she'd worn for the journey, the jeans and loose top she usually favoured for travelling giving way to a short denim skirt and a tight vee neck tee shirt that clung to her soft curves in a way that he had always loved. Although the journey had taken less than thirty minutes, he was still surprised -- as he'd been by her almost total silence, as if she'd been lost in her own thoughts.

"Penny for them?" he asked as she looked across at him, smiling brightly.

"It'll cost you more than that," she laughed, taking his hand and pressing it hard to her leg, high up on her thigh.

He squeezed again, and leant over to kiss her. But before their lips met he stopped, his eyes opening wide as he saw her look, the look behind her eyes, the look he'd seen last night.

"Darling," he gasped, his mouth almost touching hers, "Can we ... will we ... do you ..."

But then it was too late, the moment was lost as Elaine burst from the hotel, followed by two of the hotels liveried porters.

"Welcome," she called out cheerily.

At first Simon was confused before he remembered that she was in charge of the hotels PR, so it was logical for her to there. He smiled weakly at Marie and reached across to open her door, before pulling his open and stepping outside. Even before Elaine had grabbed his hand, the porters had opened the boot and grabbed their single case and the bag that went with it. Marie walked around the car to join Simon and the enthusiastic Elaine, an amused look on her face.

Within seconds they had been whisked inside to be met by the manager, and to have glasses of champagne thrust into their hands. They were then given a whirlwind tour of the hotel, before being led to their room, to the room Simon had requested. Marie's eyes opened wide as she stepped into the shared sitting room. The afternoon sun was shining on the lake, throwing a glow about the room that only served to enhance the air of opulence.

"It's gorgeous," Marie breathed as she stepped out onto the veranda.

"I can take it from here," Simon told the manager quietly, before seeing him out of the room and closing the door carefully behind him. 

He watched Marie for a moment as she stood next to the rail along the edge of the veranda, leaning out as she gazed at the lake. He stepped out and stood behind her, standing still for moment to breath in her heady scent before slipping his arms around her waist. They stood quietly watching the lake for a few minutes before Marie wiggled her ass gently against Simon, his cock rising immediately. He slid his hands onto her breasts, caressing her softly for the briefest of moments before she pushed him away. 

"No," she told him, her face slightly flushed, "Someone might see."

"Come on then," he replied, taking her hand, "Let's see the rest of the room."

He led her across to the door to their room, and quickly swiped the key card to open it. Before she could walk in, Simon moved behind Marie and reached around to put his hands over her eyes.

"Go on then," he whispered.

He followed her closely, his bulging cock bumping against her ass as he guided her into the middle of the room. He positioned her at the side of the bed, with the sitting area and views of the lake in front of her, more views to the left, and glass walled bathroom to her right.

"Close your eyes," he told her, "And don't open them until I say so."

Marie smiled as she nodded, as Simon moved away to stand just outside the bathroom.

"You can open them now," he told her.

She opened her eyes slowly, her hand flying up to her mouth as she gasped and slowly looked around. She looked down first, taking in the huge bed that sat in the middle of the room. Her eyes drifted to the left then, to the views out over the lake. In front of her, she saw the wide settees and the table between them. She laughed happily as she drank in the luxurious opulence of the room, of the hotel.

"I'm going to like this place!" she told him with a grin.

"You ain't seen nothing yet," he laughed, and reached around to switch the bathroom light on. 

She gasped as the dark wall that she had assumed was just a feature lit up to reveal the bathroom beyond. Her eyes widened as she looked, as she walked slowly around the bed and stood in the walkway that separated the bed from the bathroom wall. She stepped back, her hand over her mouth again, this time almost in shock. The backs of her knees caught on the unit behind her, and she sat down abruptly. She didn't know whether to be shocked or not, but what she did know was that her pussy was pounding furiously.

"Did you know about this?" she asked quietly, her voice slightly shaky.

"Well ... er ... yes," he told her, suddenly unsure of her reaction.

"You pig!" she laughed.

And then she moved quicker that he'd ever seen her move before. She leant over the unit, and the first Simon knew of what was happening was when the pillow she'd sent flying through the air hit him. And then a second one. And then she was on him, a third pillow in her hands, swiping at him with it while he bent over, his hands around his head. He made a grab for one of the first pillows she'd thrown, and hit back, catching her on the shoulder.

With a laugh, she swiped at him one last time and then turned and ran. By the time he caught up with her, she was around the far side of the bed laughing, her pillow over one shoulder ready to strike. Her chest was heaving from her exertions, her nipples taut and erect under the tight material of her top. He stared for a second, his excitement growing. With a grin, he lunged across the bed at her, only for her to disappear around the end as he moved.

They stood opposite each other again, laughing and breathing heavily. Simon feinted to lunge across the bed, but instead moved left. It almost worked, but all he managed was to hook a finger into the neckline of Marie's tee shirt. With a shriek, she heard it rip, and then she was free.

She stared at him across the bed, the pillow still grasped in her hand. Simon looked at her, at her hair, bedraggled around her shoulders from their exertions. But then his eyes dropped, and Marie looked down as well -- and immediately saw that her tee shirt was ripped down from the vee neck and across, and that her breast was half exposed, barely concealed by her lacy half cup bra.

Simon practically threw himself across the bed. With another shriek, Marie tried to avoid him, but again he caught her, and this time her shirt came away in his hand. She glanced at him, with what remained of her tee shirt in his hand, and grabbed at him before he could react, catching his shirt and sending buttons flying in all directions. She dodged out of his way, and took a swipe at him with her pillow.

By more luck than judgement, she caught him off balance and sent him spinning backwards onto the bed. Carried away with her success, Marie swung at him again, but this time her luck ran out as his arm shot out and caught her around the waist. Simon reached for her, caressing her roughly through her bra as she tried to escape. She wriggled wildly in his arms, but they were both laughing as he tugged at the zipper of her skirt. With a final push, she escaped and stood over him at the end of the bed. But even as she stood panting, trying to act like the winner, her ripped skirt slid deliciously down her long, slender legs.

Simon groaned as he looked at, her face flushed with excitement, her bra straps down on her arms leaving the top halves of her breasts exposed, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. Her nipples were like two pebbles threatening to rip through the lace of her bra, and he could clearly see the spreading damp patch where her panties clung to her mound.

Marie could feel his eyes burning into her, and wanted him more than anything in the world. She wanted his cock, that she could see bulging obscenely in the front of his jeans, as deep inside her as she could.

But it was Simon who moved first, wrapping a strong arm around Marie's waist before she could move. He rolled over at the same time, so that he ended up straddling her on the bed, both her hands caught in one of his as he pinned them above her head. She wriggled under him, but only for show as he ripped his jeans open and freed his cock. Marie stared -- she had never seen him so big, so excited. And then she was gasping as her panties were torn to one side, and he was inside her, stretching her, filling her.

They fucked wildly, Marie's breasts swaying in her bra with every pounding thrust of his cock. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, driving her tongue into his mouth in time to his pumping cock. He reached between them and ripped her bra away, the tiny clip nestling between her breasts giving way easily, freeing her to rub against his chest.

Marie came almost as soon as she felt his cock inside him, and then again and again as he fucked her, as they clung to each other, as their bodies rubbed against each other. Simon roared and threw back his head as he came, as a torrent of cum gushed into Marie. Her pussy clamped around his cock, holding him as he filled her, the flood of warmness reaching deep inside her.

They clung together for a long time, his cock still inside her, as they tried to catch their breath. Eventually, they rolled over so that Marie lay over him as they kissed gently, until she rested her head on his chest and closed her eyes, a smile on her face.

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They dozed for a while, before waking up and ordering a bite to eat from room service.

"Why not?" Simon asked, seeing Marie's enquiring look as he scanned the menu, "After all, it's all part of the prize."

"I suppose so," she agreed, before adding, "And anyway, we do need to keep your strength up!"

He made a grab at her as she skipped past him, but still managed a quick swipe at her still naked backside as she headed towards the bathroom.

"Ouch," she cried out over her shoulder, "You wait ... I'll get my own back..."

While they waited for their snack to be delivered, they quickly unpacked their bags that the porter had delivered while they'd been on their tour of the hotel with the manager. Sitting in the soft, white towelling robes the hotel supplied, they laughed and chatted their way through a glass of chilled Chablis to wash down the delicious chicken sandwiches the hotel had sent up.

Later, they dressed casually and headed outside to wander around a little, enjoying the beginnings of what promised to be a spectacular sunset, with the sun reflecting on the almost smooth surface of the lake. 

On the way back to their room to change for dinner, they stopped at the Leisure Club to make arrangements for the next day. They had already decided to enjoy a few treatments, but wanted to be sure to get them by making a booking. They both looked around as they walked into the reception area, there eyes drawn to the luxury it afforded -- and the people working there. They glanced at each as they looked around, both sensing what the other was thinking.

"Ah, Mr and Mrs Cumberland ... Marie, Simon ... my name's John, and I'm the manager. Welcome to our club. Now, what can we do for you?"

They both looked up as he headed their way, neither of them really used to everybody knowing who they were. He was in his late twenties, tall and undeniably handsome. Even as Simon quickly explained that they'd like to book a couple of things for the next day, his eyes were sweeping over Marie, taking in her soft curves.

"Well, we are very busy, but as you are such special guests this weekend, I'm sure that we can fix something up with the ... er ... very ... best members of our team."

He smiled brilliantly at them - and there was something behind it that sent a thrill through both of them.

"Now, where would you like to start?"

"We thought with something simple -- maybe a massage," Simon told him.

"Well," he smiled, "We have just the thing for you -- our special his and hers duo massage -- how about that? Now, let me see -- yes, yes, both Natalie and Nick are available in the morning. They are our very best masseurs, and I'm sure that they would be happy to give you something very ,,, er ... special. Shall we say eleven o'clock?"

Simon looked at Marie, seeing the look behind her yes.

"That's great," he told John, who was already writing it in his book.

"Now, anything else?" he asked, as he looked up again.

"Well," Marie told him, "I quite fancy a Rasul therapy."

"Oh, I'm sure you'd enjoy that," he told them, his eyes holding Marie's, "It's so ... intimate ..."

He let the word hang in the air between, before continuing, "If you haven't had one before, you will need some guidance -- shall I arrange someone?"

"Yes, please," they both said, speaking in unison as Marie grabbed Simon's hand and squeezed it, a delicious shudder going through her.

"What if we say three o'clock tomorrow? That will give you enough time to recover from the massage," he told them with a twinkle in his eye that they surely couldn't be imagining, "And -- I'll then be available to be your guide."

With a smile they thanked him for his help and hurried back towards reception and the lifts.

They barely made it back to their room before they were in each arms, tearing at each others clothes, at each others bodies, needing, lusting, demanding. 

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Marie told Simon to wait in the shared seating area while she dressed for dinner, wanting to surprise him with the new dress she'd treated herself to. When she did come out to him, she took his breath away.

Her dress was simple and black, a silk, strapless sheath that clung to her body in all the right places before stopping midway down her thighs. Her hair was piled on top of her head, leaving her neck and tanned shoulders bare. She wore just enough makeup to emphasis her big blue eyes and full kissable lips.

Simon whistled softly and stood up. She took his hands as he held her at arms length.

"You look gorgeous," he told her simply, "I love you."

She smiled, her even white teeth seeming to glow.

"And I love you," she told him, before adding, as she felt him try to pull her closer, knowing what that might lead to, "And I'm starving."

Simon knew that all eyes would be on Marie as they walked into the restaurant, and he really didn't mind. He knew that they belonged together -- no matter what happened over the rest of the weekend. And the more time that passed, the more convinced he was that something would happen - and that they both knew it.

They took their time over dinner, enjoying each others company as much as the wonderful food and wine - and the attention of all the waiters. After dinner, they took the lift back up to the fifth floor. They fell easily into each others rams, glad that they were alone. Marie felt Simon hard against her as he pulled her close, her arms snaking around his neck just as his arms reached around her, his hands gently caressing her ass.

Back in their room, Simon pulled a bottle of wine from the mini bar and quickly poured them each a glass. They each took a sip, standing very close together, very aware of each other.

"To us," he toasted, clinking his glass against Marie's.

"And to tomorrow," she responded, "And whatever it brings."

Their eyes met - and their drinks were quickly forgotten, abandoned on the dressing table. Marie stepped into Simon's arms, her body pressing against him, her warmth radiating through the thin material of her dress.

They kissed, gently at first, and then more urgently. She ran her warm, wet tongue along his lips, slipping past them to toy with his. She sucked on his tongue as he slipped it between her lips. He ran his hands down her back, reaching for her taut ass, cupping her firm buttocks, pulling her to him. She pressed herself to him, feeling his hard cock, their kisses becoming more urgent with every second.

Pulling away from him slightly, Marie started to undo his shirt -- slowly, a button at a time, all the time her eyes on his. She pushed the shirt off his shoulders, dropping it to the ground. Her hands ran over his chest, teasing his nipples, scratching him lightly with her nails. Still looking into his eyes she slid her hand down his chest, over his stomach and into the top of his trousers. Simon gasped as she squeezed his cock, before pulling her hand away.

She dropped to her knees and looked back up at him before popping his button and easing his zip down. Sliding her hands into his waistband, she pulled his trousers and underwear over his hips, and down his thighs. His cock sprung up to welcome her - she kissed the tip, but otherwise avoided contact with him, teasing him. He kicked his shoes off, so that she could remove his clothes, leaving him naked as she came back up to kiss him, all the time being careful to leave his cock alone.

Simon turned her around, and unzipped her dress -- slowly, kissing her shoulders as he ran the zip all the way down to the top of her ass. He slipped the silky material off her shoulders, and watched the dress fall down her slender body into a shimmering pool around her feet. She was naked apart from her stiletto sandals, her body glimmering in the subdued lighting. With a groan, he took her back into his arms, kissing the side of her neck, her ears, and reaching around to cup her breasts in his hands, gently rubbing her sensitive nipples. A moan escaped from her moist lips as she pushed back against him, his cock nestling into the deep cleft between her firm cheeks.

He turned her around, and eased her back onto the bed. She stretched out, delighting in showing him her body. Before joining her he slipped her shoes off, kissing her toes before lying down beside her, their bodies barely touching as they kissed, their tongues again playing together. He kissed her eyes, her nose, her chin. Moving down slowly he ran his tongue along her jaw bone, kissing as he went, sucking on her ear lobe. He kissed down her neck, sucking gently at her throat, moving down slowly towards her breasts, running his tongue across her silky smooth flesh.

Simon looked down at her breasts, taking in her firm mounds, her hard, puckered nipples. He ran his hand over one breast, pausing briefly at her nipple, before continuing over her belly, towards her pussy. Marie moaned softly as his hand went lower, as his hand ran softly over her sparse hair, her legs opening slowly. He kissed her again, feeling rather than hearing her gasp as his hand reached her pussy, as his finger rubbed at her clit, before running down her wet slit and into her body. 

He moved down to her breast, drawing her erect nipple into his mouth, sucking on it, nipping it with his teeth. He sucked on her harder, drawing more of her breast into his mouth, sucking on her hard nipples in time to the fucking movements of his finger. She cried out as his actions sped up, as her orgasm built inside, as her body peaked. She reached down and grabbed his hand, pushing his fingers deeper inside her, holding them there.




A Fantasy Weekend



Simon felt her pussy contract around him, her juices wet and warm. As Marie pushed her hips upwards, he drew her breast further into his mouth - and she came. Her mouth hung open as she cried out, her juices pouring from her pussy, as pleasure and release ran through her. He kissed her nipple softly, teasing her just a little, helping her down from her high. She pulled his fingers from her, and sucked on them, tasting her juices. 

He held her tight, kissing her, loving her. 

"Thank you," was all she said.

Simon kissed her again, before reaching for their wine glasses. They lay on their sides, facing each other, sipping their wine. They talked and laughed, totally relaxed, taking their time but wanting more. He took her glass, and put it to one side. When she lay on her back, her hands behind her head, Simon still had his glass in his hand. He held the glass up and tipped it slowly, dripping wine onto her breasts, her belly, filling her navel. She pulled her already flat tummy in as the cold liquid hit her. He quickly put the glass down and went to lay along her, his face level with her breasts.

She wrapped her legs around him as he started to lick and suck the wine off her body, shivers running through her. She held his head, guiding him onto her nipples. He drew them into his mouth, sucking on her. He slid down her body, showering her with kisses. He lapped at her navel -- and then he slid lower still, until he was kneeling between her legs at the end of the bed. She drew up her knees, showing him her pussy, showing him everything.

"Please." She moaned.

Her pussy looked stunning. He could see her from top to bottom, her wet slit pouting to expose her small pussy lips. They were engorged from her excitement, much darker than the rest of her. He bent down and flicked his tongue over her clit, teasing it as it poked out from its tight little hood. He sucked on it, before running his tongue lower, over her pussy and then lower still. She pulled her knees higher as he ran his tongue down towards her the puckered rosebud of her ass.

Simon moved back to her clit, and then to her pussy, licking her, sucking her, wanting, needing her. He pushed his tongue into her body, fucking her as deep as he could. She held her own breasts, tugging and pinching her nipples. He could feel her orgasm coming as he sucked on her pussy, knowing what she liked. As he drove his tongue into her again, she reached down with one hand, holding his head to her, her pussy grinding against his mouth as he ran a finger towards her ass, rubbing her.

She cried out "Oh fuck," as she came, her pussy juices gushing into his mouth. 

"Fuck me," she shouted, desperate to prolong her pleasure.

Simon quickly climbed back onto the bed and drove his cock into her. He pressed deep into her, holding his cock there while Marie squeezed her pussy around him. She came again immediately, pulling him tight to her, her nails digging into his flesh, her breasts crushed against him. Her pussy throbbed and pulsed around him, her body arching towards him. 

She sank back onto the bed, gasping, her breasts flushed red, her body damp with excitement. He kissed her, her arms around his neck, his cock sliding slowly in and out of her soft, sexy body. They kissed as she got her breath back, as her thumping heart returned too normal.

Then they rolled over, Marie rising up to sit on his cock, to take control. He reached for her breasts, caressing them, teasing her dark nipples. She reached behind her for his balls, squeezing them, rolling them softly in her hand while she rode him, rising up along his long, hard shaft before dropping back onto him, her movements getting faster, more intense.

Simon thrust up to meet her movements, matching her speed, her rhythm. She leant forward, her hands now above his head, presenting her breasts to him. He sucked on first one nipple, and then other, hard passionate sucks that drew her sensual breasts into his mouth as he thrust his cock deeper into her, meeting her hips driving down onto his shaft.

They both cried out as they came, a final, satisfying explosion that coursed through their bodies before Marie collapsed on top of him, kissing him. They rolled onto their sides, his cock still deep inside her as they clung to each other.

A long time afterwards, when at last they'd recovered their breath, they cleaned up and moved to the settees, dressed in the hotel's towelling robes and sipping at their wine. Simon sat in a corner, his feet on the coffee table, while Marie lay along the settee, resting against him. They laughed and chatted some more, comfortable together.

They both edged the subject they both died to bring up -- tomorrow. Simon eventually reached over to put his glass down, and to slip his hand into Marie's top to caress her breast. Her nipple was already hard, very hard.

"About tomorrow," he started.

But before he could continue, she had rolled over and was on all fours on the settee, her face inches from his.

"I think tomorrow will be very ... interesting," she told him.

And then they were kissing, wild kisses that sent a flood to her pussy and blood to his already engorged cock.

Marie spun around, her gown gaping open, her breasts swaying, as she knelt on the settee.

She looked over her shoulder and whispered "fuck me", before dropping her head down onto her outstretched arms and raising her ass towards him. He was on her in a second, throwing her gown away from her and plunging his thick cock into her pussy.

He drove into her hard, a raw edge to their sex as her chants echoed around the room.

"Fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me ..." was all he could hear until they both came -- and he knew that the next day would be special indeed.

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They woke up late, and barely had time for a kiss before they were rushing downstairs for breakfast. Afterwards, they knew that they had an hour to wait before their massages, so they spent the time lounging by the pool, barely able to contain their desire for each other, their thoughts of what the day might bring.

Simon looked at Marie out of the corner of his eye, loving her more than ever in a yellow bikini that showed her body off to perfection. Across the far side of the pool, the pool guard, a powerful looking man in his early twenties couldn't take his eyes off her either. Simon could see his name badge -- Nick -- and wondered if he was the masseur. Beside him, Marie was just as aware of Simon -- and Nick's attention -- and smiled contentedly to herself.

As John had suggested the previous day, they took a quick swim shortly before their massage, followed by a visit to the sauna, and an even quicker visit to the ice fountain. With their towels wrapped around them over their swimming costumes, they then headed for the massage suite.

They were met by John, who quickly introduced them to Natalie and Nick, who they both recognised from the pool. They both looked at Natalie - and Simon immediately thought how beautiful she was, with her straight blonde hair, her Nordic features, and a body that pressed against the confines of her tight -- and very short -- shorts and polo short in all the right places. Much to her surprise, Marie was thinking exactly the same as Simon.

They were led down a short corridor, with massage rooms off to each side. As directed, they went to the changing room, and quickly stripped off. Simon looked at Marie, and for a moment they were about to go to each other - but, on hearing Nick and Natalie in the massage room outside, they wrapped the ridiculously small towels that had been left for them around themselves and headed out to meet their masseurs.

Nick and Natalie introduced themselves again even though their name badges made it clear who they were, and then gestured for them to lay on the tables that were laid out at right angles to each other. Simon rested his head on his crossed arms as he had been told, and glanced over at Marie to see that she was doing the same. She smiled back, the smile lessening as she heard Natalie saying "I'll be your masseur today" to her. Behind Simon, who had already started to harden at the thought of Natalie's hands on his body, Nick was saying much the same to him, quickly wiping the smile from his face.

But the smile returned a little as Simon saw Natalie leaning over and whispering to Marie, before pulling her towel down at the back almost to the top of her ass. They both felt a dribble of warm oil on their backs, and then the expertly soothing hands of their masseurs. Simon knew straightaway that Nick was good, very good, and any tension he felt just seemed to drip away from him as his hands moved over his back and shoulders, along his arms and down his legs.

Beside him, Marie seemed almost to be asleep as Natalie's hands moved over her. Simon watched for a second, swallowing hard as he saw her hands sweeping along the side of Marie's body, just catching the edges of her breasts. He felt his cock beginning to harden at the thought of Natalie, of her hands on Marie's body, on his body. To Simon's embarrassment, Nick choose this moment to ask him to turn over. As he did, he clung to towel, praying silently for his cock to behave.

At Natalie's request, Marie turned over as well, almost dreamily she was so relaxed. She loved the feel of the hands on her body, soothing her. Ever since the massage had started, her pussy had been throbbing. She knew she wasn't meant to, but she was finding Natalie's touch very sensual -- and downright sexy when her fingertips caught the sides of her breasts. And now the feelings from her body were becoming even more intense as Natalie's fingers gently kneaded the flesh on the inside of her thighs. With a barely controlled sob of pleasure, Marie willed Natalie to move her hands higher.

But then they were gone again, and Nick was asking them both to roll over once more. As she rolled over, Marie pressed her mound down hard on the table, hoping for some relief. But none came, and then the hands were on her again, sweeping down her back. For a second, Marie didn't realise that the hands were different, but then they were lower than ever on her back, reaching down to rub the top of her ass. Her eyes flew open -- and were greeted by the sight of Natalie, her breasts straining against the confines of her polo shirt, leaning over Simon, whispering something to him as her hands ran down her back.

As Nick's hands moved from her back to her legs, Marie saw Simon roll over so that he was on his back again. Natalie moved then, obscuring her view, but by now Marie's eyes were wide open again as Nick's hands moved slowly up her legs, massaging her gently, but getting higher and higher as her pussy got wetter and wetter.

Beside her, Simon was beside himself as Natalie's hands ran over his body, his cock hardening with every sweep of her hands. The strength of his erection was surely obvious, but still her hands avoided him, casually going on with their job as if nothing was happening. He thought his cock would explode, that he would cum, even without being touched -- just as beside him, Marie was desperately trying to control herself as Nick's fingers edged so close to her pussy that he must surely feel her heat, her wetness.

And then it was over.

"I think that we've gone as far as we can," Nick told them before leading Natalie out of the room, leaving them stunned.

They both sat up, a glazed expression on their face. Marie's towel fell away, leaving her flushed breasts bare as she stared at Simon's massively erect cock.

"I need fucking ... now!" she told him.

"Quickly ... upstairs," he gasped, standing up, his cock waving in front of him.

"No ... now!" Marie demanded.

By the time Simon turned back to her, she was lying on the table, her knees drawn up and apart, her eyes closed -- and the fingers of one hand deep inside her pussy, while the fingers of the other circled and toyed with her clit. Simon watched her plunging fingers for a second and then moved beside her, not caring where they were as he grabbed a handful of Marie's hair, twisted her head around and drove his cock into her mouth.

Marie groaned and sucked hard, her eyes still closed.

"You wish this was Nick, don't you?" Simon asked.

"Yeeeessssss," she mumbled against his cock, her lips drawn tight around him.

"You want his cock, don't you ... in your mouth ... inside you ... fucking you ... fucking you hard ..."

"Yeeeessssss.. I want him," she cried, pushing his cock from her mouth for a second, "And you want her ... Natalie ... want to fuck her ... now fuck me ....fuck me."

Outside the massage room, Nick heard the groaning, heard his name - and smiled to himself. Grabbing Natalie, they peered through the small glass panel in the door. Even though the glass was slightly opaque, it was more than obvious what was happening. Silently, they stepped into the room.

As they appeared, Simon looked up, his lust completely hiding any surprise. He glanced at Marie, but her eyes were still closed, her fingers deep in her pussy. He dragged his cock from her mouth, just as Nick dragged his shorts off and freed his strong cock. With a nod from Simon, Nick climbed onto the massage table -- and plunged his cock deep inside Marie.

Simon watched as his wife threw her head back, her eyes still closed, and groaned. Nick pulled her legs up and over his shoulders - and fucked her harder, the table rattling and shaking under them as her heels drummed on his back. As he watched, Natalie dropped to her knees in front of him, sucking his cock -- still wet from Marie's mouth -- into hers.

Marie was clawing at her breasts now, pinching and pulling her nipples as she was fucked wildly, her eyes closed tight as if she was trying to keep in her head the visions of Nick that were coursing through her mind. Only feet away, Simon bit his lip, trying to keep quiet. He pulled Natalie to her feet, wanting more. For the first time he realised that her shorts were gone. He pulled her to him, kissing her frantically as he pulled her hard onto his cock, grinding against her as his hands found her ass.

He turned around, releasing her just enough to let her ease her firm ass onto the waist high bench behind her. He caught a fleeting glimpse of her shaved mound, of her pouting, engorged lips, and then he was inside her, driving hard into her taut body. He dragged her polo shirt up and over her head, quickly freeing her breasts from the top of her bra, capturing them with his mouth as she leant back.

They fucked quickly, Simon and Natalie, Nick and Marie. Simon came first, unable to hold back as he watched Nick pumping his thick cock into his wife. He kissed Natalie hard, suppressing his cries, her cries, as his cum erupted inside her, as she came on his cock, her juices mixing with his.

So close that he could reach out and touch her, Simon opened his eyes in time to see Marie cumming, a flush rising up through her body as her cries echoed around them. Nick held still for a moment as her pussy grabbed him, but them he was fucking her hard again as she sagged back, until he pulled his cock out from inside her and sent thick streams of cum over her breasts and belly.

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As they relaxed by the pool later, Simon still wasn't sure if Marie knew that it was Nick who had fucked her, that he had fucked Natalie. He told himself that surely she must, but he still wasn't sure -- and Marie hadn't said anything that hinted at anything other than how excited she'd been.

After he had cum, Nick had quickly climbed off the table, watching as Marie ran her fingers through the thick pools of cum on her body, a contented smile on her face. By the time she opened her eyes, he was gone, Natalie with him, and Simon was back by her side, his juice coated cock still dripping cum. She'd reached out and pulled him to her, smiling as she sucked his cock back into her mouth and cleaned him off with long sweeps of her tongue, his cock jerking as he watched her licking away Natalie's juices.

Later, they had changed, grabbed a light lunch and decided to lounge by the pool until it was time for their next treatment. There was a different life guard on duty now, so Simon didn't even have the chance to see what Marie would say or do when they saw Nick again. And he wasn't sure what would happen if he saw Natalie again.

Juts before three, John appeared at their side.

"Ready?" he enquired.

"Oh, I'm always ready," Marie replied, standing up quickly, her breasts pressing forward as she reached up to tie back her hair in a pony tail.

Simon looked at her in surprise, wondering again what she knew. He followed her with John as she led them the way John had pointed out, watching the sway of her hips, which was undoubtedly being exaggerated for him, for both of them.

John slipped ahead of them as they crossed reception again, and led them past the massage rooms, to the very end of the corridor. As he held the door open for them, Marie squeezed past him, moving closer to him than she needed. Behind her, Simon's heart was pounding at the change in her, as she openly flirted with John.

"This," John was telling them, "Is our Rasul therapy room."

He gestured at the room, the walls of which were tiled, the subdued lighting reflecting off them. Along one wall was shelving, with a range of containers in different colours and sizes. On the other wall was a shower area, with two separate shower heads, while at the end of the room were two short benches positioned opposite each other, surrounded by a range of vents.

"Now, this is a very ... er ... intimate therapy, which is why we recommend it to couples such as yourselves."

Simon glanced at Marie, but her eyes were on John as he spoke.

"This is a very ancient treatment ... there are three parts to it ... firstly the mud's." he gestured at the various containers.

Marie stepped closer to him as he continued.

"The therapy is based around the different mud's being spread all over your skin, with different mud's for different parts of your body. It's ... er ... especially important that the correct mud's are used for the more ... er ... delicate parts of the body."

"Which parts do you mean?" Marie asked coyly, her voice a little husky, "Do you mean that they need to be spread ... everywhere?"

Simon watched as John gulped, a blush rising up his face.

"After that," he continued with difficulty, gesturing towards the end of the room, "The mud's are dried in the heat over there, before steam is used to gently soften them."

"And the third stage?" Marie asked, stepping even closer, "Is that to shower together?"

Before John could answer, she turned to Simon. 

"This sounds awfully confusing ... I'd hate to get the wrong mud on my ... er ... delicate parts ... shall we ask John to stay and help?"

Simon nodded dumbly, not daring to speak.

"Would you John?" she asked, shrugging her towelling robe off.

John swallowed hard as he stared at her. This time she was wearing a black bikini, a black bikini that was little more than four triangles of material held together by the thinnest of laces, a black bikini that only emphasised her soft curves and full breasts.

"Oh," she murmured, her face a picture of innocence, "I wouldn't want to get anything on this, would I?"

She reached behind her neck, pushing her breasts forward. A second later her bikini top had joined her robe on the floor, and John was staring at her firm breasts, her dark erect nipples -- and Simon was watching his wife openly seduce another man.

"You will join us, won't you?" she asked, not waiting for an answer before running her hands up the front of John's tight fitting tee shirt and adding "And we wouldn't want to get mud on this either, would we?"

Seconds later, after glancing in Simon's direction and catching his quick nod, John was pulling his shirt over his head. As soon as his shirt was off, Marie ran her hands over his tightly muscled belly and up on to his bare chest. She scratched lightly over his nipples, feeling the shudder that went through him.




A Fantasy Weekend



Reaching out, she touched one of the containers of mud.

"This one?" she asked, flicking the lid off and scooping a handful out when John nodded.

She stood in front of him, reaching to smooth the mud over his chest, her breasts almost rubbing against him. She rubbed the mud onto his chest and belly, stopping short of his waistband. She walked slowly around him, doing the same with his back and arms, but now she was starting to deliberately brush against him, pressing herself against his hard, muscled body.

A few feet away, Simon's cock was barely under control within the tight confines of the swimming trunks he was wearing under his robe. He watched as his wife soothed the cool mud onto John's body, his cock throbbing. When she was finished, she cleaned her hands on one of the towelling wipes that were hung on the wall.

"Now where?" she enquired innocently.

John managed to croak "Legs", and point to another container of mud, this one a little darker. Marie dropped to her knees in front of him, her breasts bobbing deliciously. She reached for the container and dragged it closer to her.

"Oh," she murmured, "Perhaps we'd better get these out of the way first ... I wouldn't want to spoil them ..."

And with that, she curled her hand around the bulge at the front of John's shorts. She held him for just a second, but it was enough to send a shockwave through him. His eyes caught hers as she slid her hands into the waistband of his shorts, and eased them -- and his underwear -- down slowly, down off his hips, down his thighs, down his legs until he lifted one foot and then the other, leaving him naked. Only then did she move her eyes from his and look at the gloriously hard cock that was swaying in front of her, just an inch from her mouth.

Simon stared as Marie tugged John's shorts down, as his cock sprung free, his own cock jerking uncomfortably at the thought of what might come next. Marie was mesmerised as well, wanting nothing more than to draw John's cock into her mouth while her husband watched. But she resisted, forcing herself to stop, to tease. 

John's cock continued to jerk about as she ran her muddy hands up and down his powerfully muscled legs, her pussy on fire with lust. He could barely suppress his groans as her hands ran higher, reaching his ass and his cock, but not touching, just tantalising, teasing.

After what seemed an age but which was probably only minutes, she sat back on her heels, her face and breasts flushed.

"Nearly finished," she stated, "But which do I use?" she asked innocently, her eyes on John's rampant cock. 

He pointed, not daring himself to speak. Marie reached out, pulling a smaller, sandy coloured container from the shelf. She dipped her hand into it slowly, still ignoring -- or at least pretending to ignore -- John's cock as it waved in front of her. But even she couldn't ignore it entirely as it touched her shoulder, and then slapped against her cheek, as she reached around him, her hands gliding over his firm ass as she spread the smooth mud over him.

Behind her, Simon couldn't stop himself any longer, and pushed his trunks down to free his cock. He stroked himself quickly, his cock thick and rigid in his hand. As Marie ran her hands across John's ass, Simon stroked his cock, John's eyes flitting from one of them to the other, his cock jerking. He gasped as Marie touched him for the first time, her small hands running along his shaft and around his tight balls, spreading the smooth, cool mud wherever she could reach.

His eyes opened wide as Simon came, a flood of cum gushing from his cock as Marie sat back and admired her handiwork, as she looked up at John, his powerful body glistening with its coating of mud, his cock rigid and dripping.

"Who's next?" she enquired as she rose slowly to her feet.

Both men moved at the same time, Simon dragging his robe and trunks off as they reached for the containers of mud.

"This one, I think," John told them, pulling a rosy coloured container from the shelf. 

Marie stood between them, her breasts rising and falling as she tried to contain her excitement. In front of her, John was naked, his cock hard, while Simon was so close behind her that she could feel the still wet tip of his cock brushing against her ass. Their hands touched her at the same time, Simon's sweeping down her back, John's across her taut belly. She gasped at his touch, soft and sensuous, his hands moving slowly, deliberately.

Once her body and arms were covered, John chose another container and they knelt down beside her to smear more of the soothing mud on her legs. She shuddered as four hands moved over her, running up and down her slender legs. She gasped and moved her feet further apart as their hands went higher, reaching but never touching were she desperately wanted them both to touch.

As she watched John, his cock still rock hard, get another container ready, her pussy was throbbing unbearably, her nipples so hard that they hurt. Simon and John stood again, each of them reaching for one of the strings that still held her bikini bottoms up. A quick tug and they were gone, leaving her naked apart from the mud smeared across her body. She felt the rush of dampness onto her thighs, but before she could move, their hands were on her again.

John stood in front of her, his hands reaching for other breasts for the first time. Simon reached around her, and both their hands caressed her, pinched her, loved her, the mud forgotten for just a moment. But then the mud was smoothed across her breasts, and then her ass, and then finally John cupped his hand around her mound, rubbing her gently. Her legs felt weak and she sagged back against Simon as just John's fingertips catching her clit sent shockwaves through her. She gasped, her thighs squeezed tight together.

When she recovered, Marie turned to Simon and quickly smoothed mud over his chest and arms. She wasn't surprised when John came to help her, but she was surprised at how close he stood behind Simon -- and even more surprised when he reached around with a different mud and began to spread it along her husbands cock. Simon moaned and automatically pushed his ass back against John, feeling his hard cock pressing back.

The surprise showed on Marie's face, and Simon pulled her to him, kissing her hard as her hands joined John's on his cock. She kissed John as well, drawing his tongue into her mouth as her hands searched out his cock. Breathlessly, she broke the kiss and led the two men to the end of the room by their cocks, asking "What now?" as innocently as she could.

John's mind was in a blur, and how he'd managed to stop himself from cumming he didn't know, but now his cock felt ready to burst. In response to Marie's question, he pointed at the two small benches at the end of the room.

"It looks a bit tight for us all," Marie said, settling down quickly onto Simon's lap, wriggling against his hardening cock and gesturing for John to sit opposite them.

As soon as they were sat down, John started the hot air that would dry the mud on their skin. They sat talking, but their minds were on other things. As the steam that would soften the mud started, Marie couldn't resist any longer.

"Are you okay, John?" she asked, her eyes on his cock, "You don't look comfortable there." 

She watched as his cock jerked, wondering if he would cum before she could touch him again, but sensing that his recovery would be quick. She reached out and stroked his cock, feeling his strength. He groaned out loud, sliding his ass forward on the narrow bench. Simon reached around Marie, fondling her breasts, tweaking her nipples, as she stroked John's cock, her hand becoming a blur. A second later his groan became an almost animal like roar - and a torrent of cum was erupting from his cock.

His cum sprayed up onto his chest, mixing with the now damp mud, mixing and running in rivulets down onto his belly. Marie kept pulling on him until the flood stopped, until he sagged back, his chest heaving with his release. Marie lent over and drew his cock into her mouth, sucking the last of his cum from him.

When he'd got his breath back, John switched the steam off.

"We mustn't overdo that bit," he told them, before adding with a grin, "But the shower can take as long as you like."

They stepped under the twin showers heads, letting the warm cascades of water start to wash the mud away. They reached out, running their hands over each other. Marie ended up between Simon and John as they took turns to kiss her, to run their hands over her breasts and belly, and then her back and ass. Simon felt hands on his cock, John's hands. With a grin, he reached out and touched his first cock, feeling it growing harder, stronger, longer in his hand. 

Marie watched, her mouth suddenly dry, as John sank to his knees and took Simon's cock into his mouth. Even as John's mouth was busy with Simon, his hands found Marie, his fingers slipping deep inside her while Simon dipped his head to suck hard on her nipples. They ended up on the floor of the shower, splashing about in the few inches of water that lay there, Simon with his cock buried in John's mouth, Marie with her mouth on John, sucking, licking, while Simon did the same to her pussy, his fingers searching out her ass.

"I need some cock ... both your cocks ... please!" Marie gasped, her lips barely clear of John's cock. 

She pulled herself up onto all fours, ignoring the hard tiles under her knees. John moved first, Simon hesitating just long enough to watch him plunge his cock into her mouth before he moved behind her and drove his cock into her pussy. They fucked her hard, rocking her between them until she was screaming out her climax, her cries barely muffled by John's hot flesh.

Then they swopped, Simon sliding his cock into her mouth, while John's cock speared into her pussy, stretching her until she was moulded around every vein, every ridge, of his thick shaft. John grabbed her hips, holding her tight, while Simon wrapped his hand around her ponytail, keeping her still as they fucked her wildly.

They came together, the room echoing to their wild cries as cum and juices poured from them, as waves of pleasure rocked through all of them. Marie moved to sit up as they came, letting them send the rest of their cum over her face and breasts. She toyed with the thick blobs of cum on her breasts as she watched the two men suck each other clean, before she took her turn, sucking, tasting, them both before sharing kisses that left her wanting more.

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"Happy?" 

"Mmmm ... you bet," Marie murmured, leaning back against Simon as they sat on the bed, the remains of their room service dinner strewn around them.

Marie closed her eyes, and thought back to John, and how the Rasul therapy had ended. She smiled to herself, while tracing her hand over her naked belly and breasts.

"It does wonders for your skin, you know," she told Simon, thinking of how Simon had taken her from behind that last time in the therapy room while she had held John, reaching around him and stroking his cock until yet more cum had exploded from him.

Just the thought of what had happened with John, and both before -- yes, she knew exactly what had happened! - and since, alone with Simon in their room, set her mind and body racing again.

"I'm off to take a bath," she announced, glancing across at the glass wall that separated the bathroom from the bedroom.

"Okay," Simon told her, "I think I might freshen up in the shower."

He watched her rise up from the bed, his cock reacting to her beautiful, naked body as she crossed the room. Twisting around, he watched her through the glass wall as she leant over the bath, pouring in some bubble bath and swirling the water around. 

With a smile, he headed to the shower, quickly getting the water to just the right temperature before stepping under the powerful jets. It was only a moment later that he sensed Marie behind him, reaching around for his cock as she pressed her body to his, gently kissing his neck and back. He turned around in her arms, but she already sinking to her knees, her eyes on his, the water running over them.

She pushed Simon's cock up against his flat, muscular belly and licked slowly from the very tip, down to the base, and onto his balls. Her agile tongue moved slowly, thoroughly exploring his cock. She sucked one, and then the other, of his balls into her mouth, sucking them, massaging them with her tongue. Her tongue delved under his balls, making him moan out loud, before sliding back up his shaft.

Marie let his cock fall away from his body. She watched it bobbing and swaying in front of her face. Reaching out, her fingers reached around his shaft as she held him, and slowly slid his skin back, exposing the red bulbous head. Looking back up at him, she sank her mouth down onto his cock, sucking him, her tongue rubbing against the tip and then the shaft as he pushed into her.

Simon held her head, his fingers entwined in her long hair, his hips jerking, driving his cock forward as her head began to bob up and down. Groaning, Simon fucked her mouth hard, pushing deep into her. She grabbed his cock at the base, only her small hand stopping his full length from driving into her throat. She sucked him, wanting his cum as much as he needed to give it to her. She cradled his balls, cupping and squeezing them. Moving past his balls, she reached between his legs, scratching lightly across the sensitive skin at the entrance to his ass with her finger tip.

His groans got louder as he fucked her mouth, as she sucked on him wetly. She could feel his orgasm approaching, his cock throbbing in her mouth, in her hand. She sucked harder as he drove deeper. Marie pushed a finger into his ass, and instantly he threw back his head and cried out as his cum erupted into her mouth. He held her tight, pushing his cock deeper, as she frantically sucked on him, swallowing his cum even as it continued to pour from him.

At last he relaxed, his grip on Marie's hair loosening as the torrent of cum subsided. She eased her head back and kissed his softening cock one last time before he pulled her to her feet. They kissed, sharing the taste of his cum on her lips and tongue as the water poured over them. He held her tight, his hands once again roaming over her sexy, firm body. He reached for her ass, and then around her, his fingers exploring.

Marie stepped back against the wall as Simon dropped to his knees in front of her, sliding his hands up her thighs. She moaned and leant back, pushing her hips forward, pushing her wanton pussy towards him. Simon sighed as at the sight of her naked, pouting lips, of her plump mound, of her engorged lips, her erect clit, wanting, needing, his attention.

She grabbed his head, pulling him towards her. His tongue lashed across her clit, his lips latching onto her, sucking her clit, then her pussy lips, his tongue delving inside her. She held him tight, pressing herself to him, rubbing her pussy across his mouth, needing release. His hands cupped and squeezed her firm ass cheeks as her moans got louder, his fingers straying to rub her tight, puckered ass. He flicked his tongue over her clit, rubbing it softly, massaging her before slipping back inside her pussy. 

Releasing her hold on him, Marie cupped her own breasts, plucking at her hard nipples. Moments later, one hand strayed down over her belly to slide past Simon and rub at her clit in little circles, matching the rhythm of his plunging tongue, his sucking mouth.

Her cries filled the room as she came, her sweet tasting juices flowing into his mouth. She reached for him again, holding him tight against her pulsating mound, his tongue still buried inside her, as the thrill of her climax ran through her body, a red flush of excitement rising up her chest.

Slowly, Simon stood up, his lips moving over her body as his hands reached for her breasts, for her rock hard nipples. Their mouths locked together, sharing the last of her juices, the taste of him, as their tongues danced slowly across each other. She reached between them, marvelling at the feel of his already hardening cock.

"Your turn to join me, I think," she told, reaching behind him to switch the shower off before leading him to the bath.

Simon climbed in first, the water swirling around him as Marie joined him, settling back against him as he reached around her to hold her breasts. He kissed the side of her neck as she rested her head on his chest, her eyes closing as she sighed contentedly. They soaked in the bath until the water cooled, washing each other carefully, their slippery hands roaming easily over each others bodies, before stepping out and grabbing a couple of towels. Simon wrapped one around his waist, and then pulled Marie into his arms and wrapped a towel around her.

He rubbed her back slowly as he held her, their tongues exploring gently as they kissed. As they stepped apart, he ran the towel along her arms, and then over her breasts and belly. He dropped to his knees and ran his hands up and down her legs, reaching higher and higher. With a sigh, Marie turned around and leant against the glass wall, her arms straight, her ass wiggling at him. Simon accepted her invitation, staring at her firm, heart shaped ass before running his hands over it. 

Marie groaned as his hands came closer to her pussy, reaching between her legs, teasing her. She pushed her ass back, feeling his fingers close, so close. Standing up, he dropped his towel and stepped close behind her, his cock brushing against her as he reached for her breasts. His cock slipped easily between her thighs, and then he was inside her, filling her. She groaned and pushed back, taking him as deep as she could. He felt massive, as if his cock was reaching up between her breasts.

Simon pushed against her, and Marie let her hands slide up the glass, let herself move forward until she was pressed to it. As Simon thrust into her, her breasts, her body, were flattened against the glass, her face twisted to one side as he fucked her, his hands holding her. It felt to Marie like she was being lifted off the ground with every driving thrust, her body moving against the glass as her juices rushed from her, as her orgasm exploded through her.

Simon pulled out and spun her around, plunging back into her as they kissed wildly, as he pressed her back against the glass, as his cum spurted inside her, as they clung together.

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They slept well, curled up together, exhausted from their day, and it was already mid morning when Marie stirred. She rolled away from Simon and onto her back, stretching to wake herself up before padding quietly to the bathroom. When she got back, she stood for a while looking at him, thinking about the previous day. With a grin, she slipped back onto the bed and set about waking him up in her favourite way.

She leant over him, her breasts brushing against his thighs as she licked slowly along his cock. She drew him into her mouth, feeling him react immediately as she sucked and tongued him. Simon moaned quietly and started to sit up, but Marie reached out and gently pushed him back. She pushed his cock up against his belly, swirling her tongue around the tip before licking slowly, wetly, along his shaft and across his balls, her tongue probing lower before moving back along his now rock hard cock, before sucking him again, taking him deep into her mouth.

"I want you," Simon stated, trying to sit up again.

"Good," Marie told him, her voice husky with desire. 

This time she did let him move, sitting back and watching as he sat up and rubbed his eyes, his cock standing up in front of him. Marie shuffled forward on her knees and dropped into his lap, reaching down to guide him into her. They both gasped as their bodies met, as her hard nipples traced a pattern down his chest, as her pussy enveloped his cock.




A Fantasy Weekend



Marie rocked gently on his cock, rising and falling just enough as they kissed, slowly, sensuously, their tongues slipping and dancing.

"Morning!"

Marie leapt into the air, swearing softly, grabbing a sheet and pulling it around her. Simon dragged a pillow over his cock, both of them blushing furiously as Suzy, the maid came into the room. She stopped, her hand flying to her mouth as she took in the scene in front of her.

"I'm so sorry," she mumbled.

"No ... we ... er ... should have ... er ... put the ... er ... sign on the door," Marie stuttered, her face aglow.

"I'll come back," Suzy told them, turning away.

"No ... no ... you carry on, we were just going to ... er ... look at the papers anyway," Marie told her unconvincingly.

Suzy shrugged and went across to the bathroom, whistling quietly. Simon looked at Marie and stifled a laugh, both of them letting out a deep breath.

"I don't suppose it's the first time it's happened to her," Simon whispered.

"It might be," Marie told him, "She told me that this is her first job in a hotel."

Simon looked surprised.

"She used to work in offices and the like, but wanted a change."

"How do you know all this?" Simon asked.

"Girls talk," Marie told him with an enigmatic smile, before adding, "You'd be surprised what I know!"

"Like what?" Simon challenged.

"Oh, the usual," she told him, "She's 28 and single."

Simon glanced down at the newspaper that he'd retrieved from by the door, his mind not entirely on the print in front of him.

"Oh," Marie added quietly, "And she thinks you're sexy!"

Simon looked up at Marie, his cock stirring.

"What?"

"You heard," she told him, leaning over to kiss him, her hand slipping onto his cock, "And don't tell me you haven't noticed her!"

They both looked up as they heard Suzy moving around, and then saw her appear in the bathroom. Through the glass wall, they saw her drop her cleaning stuff beside the bath, and lean down it as if to start wiping it over. For a moment Simon stared at her, at her black hair tied in two plaits that were pulled forward over her shoulders, at the white uniform she wore, poppered up the front with the top two undone. His cock stirred as he realised how her uniform stretched across her rounded ass, how tight it was around her breasts.

"Stop staring, it's rude," Marie giggled, reaching for his cock inside the robe he'd pulled on, "But I can't blame you -- she is beautiful."

This time his cock jerked in her hand.

"What's she doing?" Marie asked, looking back across to Suzy.

Suzy was sat on the edge of the bath looking at the glass wall. Slowly she stood up, and it was only as she crossed to the wall that they saw what she was looking at -- the hand prints on the wall. Marie's hand prints. Two sets, one above the other. Suzy was tracing the outline of the lower set with her fingers, and then the second set.

Simon and Marie were almost holding their breath as they watched Suzy step back a little and study the wall. But they both gasped as she then traced the perfect outlines of Marie's breasts on the wall, and then where her belly had pressed against it. She reached over and traced the outline of the print Marie's ass and back had left when Simon had finally fucked her, pressed hard against the glass.

Suzy looked like she was almost in a daze as she placed her hands on the second set of hand prints, the higher ones, and stepped forward, her own breasts almost perfectly matching the prints on the glass. They watched her breasts rising and falling as her breathing accelerated. Her nipples were outlined against her uniform, her excitement obvious.

"Go to her," Marie gasped, her pussy on fire.

Simon crossed the room quickly, not bothering to hide his erect cock. He shrugged the towelling robe off, and stepped into the bathroom naked. Suzy was still by the wall, but glanced across when she saw his reflection in the glass. She stared at him, at his cock, her lips dry, her own need and desire ripping through her body.

"Yeeessss".

And then Simon was behind her, reaching around to wrench her uniform apart, her poppers giving way easily. She pressed back as he ground his hard cock against her ass, as he reached for her breasts. He spun her around, their eyes locking for just a moment before he was pulling her overall away, leaving her in just her peach, lacy underwear. Her bra was struggling to contain her breasts as her chest rose and fell, her nipples dark pebbles through the almost see through material, her panties tight against her pussy, her lips clearly visible.

Simon reached behind her, feeling her warm against him as he unsnapped her bra. He dragged it down her arms, dipping his head to suck greedily on one nipple and then the other, her hand finding his cock for the first time. They savoured each other for a few long, sensual moments, Simon feeding on her breasts, Suzy stroking his cock.

It was Suzy who broke the spell, hissing "Fuck me" as Simon drew her nipples, her breasts, ever deeper into his hungry mouth. He quickly drew her panties down her legs, pausing for a second before leaning forward and licking slowly along her lips, his tongue separating them, her short hair brushing against him.

As he stood, Suzy turned around and placed her hands on Marie's prints on the glass, her body pushed out towards him in open invitation. Simon moved behind her, his cock lying along the tight cleft between her rounded cheeks. He reached down and caressed her ass, kissing her back and neck, before easing his cock between her thighs. Her heat, her wetness, hit him straightaway, and then he was inside her, sliding deep, her pussy tight around him.

He reached for her full breasts, but hesitated when he realised that Suzy had stopped wriggling against him. She was staring into the bedroom. Marie was kneeling on the bed in front of them, just the glass between them. She was naked, her face flushed. Her breasts were pushed forward, her nipples rubbery and erect. But it was her hands they were watching, her fingers, sliding deep inside her pussy, rubbing and toying with her clit.

With a deep groan that bounced off the walls, Simon slammed into Suzy, her swaying breasts caught by his hands. She straightened her arms, pushing back against him as he fucked her hard, hard and deep and fast, in perfect time with Marie's plunging fingers. He pinched Suzy's nipples as Marie pinched her own, and he reached under her to rub her clit, matching Marie's every move.

When they came, it was almost together. Marie's cries as she came triggered an orgasm so deep inside Suzy's body that she thought she would faint as every nerve ending sent pleasure crashing through her. Simon held her, his hands on her hips now, pulling her back onto his cock as his cum filled her, mixing with her juices, dribbling from her when eventually they separated to hug and to hold each other, to kiss for the first time, a lingering kiss that left them ready for more.

Marie met them as they staggered out of the bathroom, all of them naked, sharing kisses and touches before sinking down onto the bed. Nothing much was said at first, but then they talked quietly, all very aware of each other, enjoying each others nakedness, knowing that it was only a matter of time

They moved around on the bed, Suzy easing onto her back, with Marie at her side. Simon kissed them both, and then watched as they caressed each other's breasts. Marie leant over and licked Suzy's nipples, before taking one into her mouth, sucking hard, biting gently. Simon moved back to kneel between Suzy's legs, seeing for the first time how prominent her clit was, seeing how her pussy was demanding attention.

He kissed up the inside of her thighs, tasting her silky soft skin. He kissed along her slit, feeling her pushing up for more, before he ran his tongue back down, pausing at her clit. And then he was pushing his tongue inside her, licking and sucking. Her hand appeared, her fingers rubbing her clit in a circular motion. 

Suzy was panting, surges of pleasure running through her from the attention she was getting -- from the attention her breasts were getting, her pussy was getting, her clit was getting. Marie was grinding her pussy against Suzy's thigh, needing, wanting. Simon ran his hand up to her, pushing one, then two, then three fingers inside her, feeling her moving against them frantically. Suzy reached for Marie's breasts, pulling and pinching her nipples, caressing, both of them crying out.

Simon urged them on, and within seconds of each other they came again, long drawn out orgasms that sent pleasure rushing through them. They held onto each other, Marie still pushing onto his fingers, and Suzy on his mouth. As they relaxed, Simon moved to kiss Marie, to share Suzy's taste with her. Then he kissed Suzy, before lying between them, hugging them.

As soon as they relaxed a little, both Suzy and Marie reached for Simon's cock, looking across at each other and smiling. They stroked him between them, before pushing him onto his back and tasting him, sharing kisses around his thick shaft while he watched and groaned. Marie climbed across him, her pussy hovering above his cock. Suzy reached for him, and rubbed the head of his cock across Marie's pussy, across her clit. With a sigh, Marie sank down onto him, his cock sliding deep inside her hot, wet pussy.

As Marie began to move up and down his cock, Suzy swung her leg across his body, sitting on his chest before sliding her pussy to his mouth. Simon licked her pussy again, sucking on her lips, his arms around her, pulling her to him. She lent forward, balancing herself as Simon pulled her to him, as Marie rode his cock, as he thrust into her, the bed shaking under them. Simon reached for Suzy's breasts, savouring their weight, their firmness. He rubbed her nipples, teasing them, rubbing them between his finger and thumb, Marie leaning forward to join him.

Simon thrust into them, his cock reaching deep into Marie, meeting her body as she moved downwards, while his tongue plunged into Suzy's wanton pussy. Suzy pushed herself harder to him as Marie's cries got louder, as she came again, as her juices poured from her. Her movements slowed, and she climbed away from him, pulling Suzy back along his body. Simon felt her wet pussy smearing her juices down his chest and stomach, and then his cock was immediately surrounded by another hot, wet pussy.

The feeling was incredible, moving so swiftly from one pussy to another. With a grin Marie kissed him, before taking her turn to sit across him. But she turned to face Suzy, pushing her ass back towards him, exposing her bum and pussy to his mouth, to his tongue. As Suzy took his cock deep inside her body, they reached for each other's breasts, leaning forward to share a deep kiss.

Simon licked slowly from Marie's puckered hole to her clit, sucking and kissing, his tongue fucking her. Both Marie and Suzy were pushing down on him, matching the upward thrusts of his cock and tongue. His balls were on fire, his cum hot inside them. Simon groaned, and Suzy pushed harder, faster. With a cry he came, his cum shooting deep inside her. She cried out as well, and pressed down hard, burying him inside her, her pussy clenched around him. Finally, Marie moaned into Suzy's soft lips, pushing her pussy down before relaxing against him, her passion spent for now.

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After Suzy had left them, they spent the rest of the day wandering around the lakes around the hotel, enjoying the warm sun. They talked of many things, but not of what had happened over the last few days, each of them sensing that maybe it wasn't over. They watched the yachts on the lake, and even took a rowing boat out for half an hour, laughing until it hurt at there inability to go in the direction they wanted.

They laughed as they got back to the hotel and realised just how hungry they were.

"Well we did wake up late," Simon reminded her.

"Yes, and whose fault was that," Marie laughed, "After all that ... exercise we had!"

"Come on, let's get an early dinner," Simon told her, "I'm starved."

"And?" she enquired, "There's always an 'and' ..."

Simon laughed with her, "I don't know," he told her, "After all, we didn't exactly plan how this weekend might work out, did we?"

"No," she told him, her face suddenly serious, before adding with a deliciously wicked grin, "And anyway, the fat lady hasn't sung yet!"

Simon made a grab for her, but she skipped out of his way and headed to the bathroom to freshen up. As it was still only early evening, they didn't bother getting dressed up for dinner, and made it to the restaurant just as it opened. The waiters were as attentive as ever, and an hour or so later they were back in their room, a bottle of wine in hand. 

Marie wandered out onto the shared balcony while Simon opened the wine and poured a couple of glasses. He took one over to her, and they leant against the balcony rail, silently watching the bright orange reflections shimmering across the lake as the sun began to set.

When their glasses were empty, he went to fetch some refills but stopped to watch Marie as she leant over, her already short shirt riding up. He put the glasses back down, and stepped close behind her. Reaching around her, he slipped his hands inside her thin jumper to cup her braless breasts. She wriggled her ass slowly against his cock, feeling him hardening as he pressed back. She reached behind her, nimbly freeing his cock from his jeans while he slid a hand into the front of her skirt.

Simon smiled to himself, thinking how only 48 hours earlier Marie had been so concerned about them being seen on the balcony. Marie turned slowly in his arms, her hand moving along his thick shaft -- until her eyes suddenly opened very wide.

"Don't mind us." 

The voice was deep, an amused edge to it. They'd totally forgotten that the balcony was shared with the adjoining room. Simon desperately tried to stuff his cock back into his jeans, while Marie straightened her skirt and top.

They turned around and were met by another couple grinning back at them. He was tall and rugged, maybe a few years older than them, while she was very pretty, younger than them, busty and blonde.

"Sorry we disturbed you -- it looked like you were ... er ... having fun!" he told them, his twinkling eyes roaming over each of them.

"It was - and it looked like you were enjoying the view," Marie grinned, looking at the other woman, her eyes dropping briefly but deliberately to where her erect nipples were pressing against her bra, her blouse.

"And you," she told the man, reaching out to stroke his more than obvious bulge.

Simon's mouth was totally dry, and he just stared as Marie spoke, and then reached out. Seconds later he could only gasp as Marie allowed the man to lead her away towards his room. As she disappeared through the door that they left open behind them, Simon could feel his heart pounding in his chest.

"Sit down, let's drink to ... new friends."

Her voice was husky, and very sexy. Simon turned to see her sat down on the edge of the settee, patting the seat beside her. As he sat down, she passed him a glass and then clinked hers against it.

"To new friends," she toasted.

"New friends," he replied, aware of the heat of her body against his.

"And lovers," she whispered, taking his glass back.

He watched as she reached over and put the glasses down before turning back to him. They looked at each other for a moment before she swung her leg over him, her short, flared skirt riding up high on her thighs as she straddled his lap, her knees each side of him. She leant forward and kissed him, her tongue swarming into his mouth as their mouths locked together. Simon felt his cock rising as she pressed down, her breasts hard against his chest.

They kissed for what felt like many minutes until they parted breathlessly. She reached forward and wrenched the two sides of his shirt apart, not bothering with the buttons. She leant forward and kissed his nipples, and then nipped them, softly then harder, much harder. Simon reached for her breasts, squeezing them through her clothes as she sat up. He copied her, ripping her blouse from her and throwing it to one side before drawing her swollen nipples into his mouth, sucking her through her bra.

She sat up, reaching behind her to put her hands on his thighs, pushing her breasts out and her pussy down. Her bra was lacy, lacy and flimsy and gave way easily as he reached between her heaving breasts and tore it apart. The two halves hung from her arms as he cupped her breasts, feeling them fill his hands as leant forward and tasted her for the first time, feeding on her nipples, her breasts, as she held his head tight. As Simon sucked and licked and kissed, she rocked against him, sliding her pussy along the ridge of his cock.

With a groan, she slid off the settee and knelt between his legs. She rubbed the bulge in the front of his jeans, feeling his hardness and her own heat and wetness. She freed his cock easily, licking and sucking it quickly before dragging his jeans and underwear away, leaving him naked. She straddled him again, showing him just a glimpse of her naked pussy as she held him before dropping herself onto his cock.

They both cried out as her weight dropped, taking him deep inside her. Her wanton pussy held him tight as she pulled his head around, pushing her nipples back towards his mouth. He sucked hard, matching the rise and fall of her body, matching her urgency, her need, his need. He heard cries from somewhere else, cries he recognised as Marie's, and then she was riding him harder, faster, deeper, and she was crying out as she came, and then he was cumming, his thick cream mixing with her juices, her pussy throbbing around his still erect cock as they held each other tight.

They kissed again then, more tenderly, his cock still buried inside her. As they parted, she laughed.

"Lucy," she said.

They laughed together, and Simon introduced himself. She climbed off him slowly, his still hard cock slapping against his belly. She pushed her skirt down over her hips, and he watched as it slid to the ground to pool around her feet. He stared at her beautiful, statuesque body, at her full, breasts. He stood up and kissed her again.

"I wonder what's going on in there?" he pondered, holding her.

"Only one way to find out," she giggled, feeling his cock jerk against him.

She looked down at his cock, still rock hard. Simon laughed with her, assuring it wasn't always like that.

"You'll scare someone," she giggled deliciously, "Let see if I can do anything about it."

A few seconds later, she was knelt before him, her breasts and head bobbing in a perfect rhythm until he was cumming again, his cum filling her mouth to overflowing. She pinched the shaft of his cock and looked up at him as she swallowed deeply. She still held his eyes as she released him and sucked the last few jets of cum from him before standing up and kissing him, deeply, sharing his taste.

"Come on," she told him, leading him through to see the others.

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Simon stopped in the doorway, Lucy beside him, and stood and stared -- at his wife, on her hands and knee's, clinging to the end of the bed, her breasts moving wildly while she was fucked hard by the man kneeling behind her. Her eyes looked glazed and her mouth hung open as she looked across at Simon in response to his loud, drawn out moan. The man glanced across as well, and threw back his head, crying out as he came, as Marie came, as they collapsed forward on the bed, still joined as she twisted her head to welcome his kiss.

Lucy pressed her breasts to Simon's arm as they held each other, her hand straying to his cock as they watched. After what seemed like an age, the man rolled away from Marie and lay panting on his back, his lean body slick from his exertions, his hand reaching out to touch her as she slowly rolled onto her back.