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Tom and Kitty's Adventure Pt. 01

By: silkkitty



The executive jet tipped a wing as it turned over the azure-blue waters and pointed the nose of the aircraft toward the runway at the far end of Grand Cayman Island. The sumptuously appointed interior of the plane had comfortable leather seats which enveloped the passengers as they buckled in for landing at Owen Roberts International Airport. As the A-frame roof of the terminal came into view Tom reached over to hold Kitty's hand and smiled to himself as she stared out the portal like a kid in a candy store. She was so excited to be arriving on the beautiful island with the love of her life. Tom was excited for this dream vacation as well. Just the two of them quietly enjoying a few days of wonderfully indulgent luxury, and of course fabulous, toe-curling sex. This was to be a weekend together away from their respective hectic careers that too often kept them apart, for relaxation, fun and sex; lots of erotic, fantastic, orgasmic pleasures planned by each of the lovers for their respective mate.

Kitty was excited by the possibilities for the weekend, but Tom had kept the arrangements a secret from her. She had known they were going to Cayman, an exotic, island paradise she had always wanted to visit, but Tom had made all the arrangements: chartering the private jet, booking a luxurious suite at the Ritz Carlton on Seven Mile Beach. Even though she didn't known the specifics of their weekend adventure Kitty had prepared for the occasion, in her weekender she had packed her lacy black, sexiest lingerie as well as an assortment of the couple's favorite sex toys - for spontaneous sexual delights. Not kinky, just very erotically stimulating for multiple orgasmic pleasures during their weekend. 

Tom was enjoying Kitty's excitement. It was contagious. She was bubbling with enthusiasm and he wasn't sure how much of that was attributable to the bubbles in the champagne that she had been sipping, since the plane took off an hour earlier from MIA.

The jet slipped effortlessly out of the clouds and down the runway. After taxiing toward the executive hanger they deplaned and walked through to the brief, courteous Customs/Immigration Processing terminal. Tom moved through the terminal just ahead of Kitty and entered the glass-enclosed Customs area where he could see and be seen quite clearly. He had never been to Cayman before and looked around somewhat hesitantly, unsure where he was to go next in the deplaning process. At one point he slowed and turned to look through the terminal to see where their luggage had gone and in that moment he had a flash of memory that quite surprised him as it was from his distant past. He couldn't imagine why that particular thought had popped into his mind. He shook his head and brought his attention back to the immigration paperwork processing at hand.

Kitty moved through the Custom's line just ahead of Tom, as he had directed her with his hand in the small of her back. They were quickly processed through the formality and headed out to the curb where the luggage was being stowed in the boot of the hotel limousine waiting at the curb. The driver, dressed in traditional black Bermuda shorts and neat white shirt, held the door open for the couple as they approached.

Kitty climbed into the car wearing a snug fitting very short black linen skirt which rode up on her thigh as she settled her ass onto the back seat. She pulled her long, shapely legs together into the car revealing a well-toned thigh with just a suggestion of red lace panties under the skirt. Her strappy heeled sandals clicked together, like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz, as the driver closed the car door after her. Tom walked around and climbed into the car from the opposite side. The Ritz Carlton hotel's elegant logo was displayed on each side of the limo identifying where these guests were to be delivered. The engine purred quietly as the car slipped away from the curb toward the resort.

Standing in the lee of the arriving passenger's porte cochere, the man watched the couple depart in the hotel limo. He would have recognized Tom anywhere, but he had never imagined that he would see him again, certainly not on Grand Cayman Island, nor especially arriving with a woman. It was a sudden, very interesting surprise for the man observing the couple - full of memories of a time so many years ago. 

The older, ruggedly fit man wore reflective ray-bans everywhere he went, so his flinty blue eyes were hidden most of the time. He was dressed in the customary island garb of shorts and an open neck polo shirt, but even a casual observer would recognize the expensive quality of the clothes. The wide brimmed Panama hat protected his bald head from sunburn; the Montecristi was his trademark and he was recognized throughout the island community everywhere he went on the island because of it.

The expat from the States had taken up non-resident status on the British Commonwealth Island after walking away from his life in Philadelphia. A widower, he had made his mark in the business world and retired comfortably to the Islands a dozen years earlier. Not much was known about his personal life. The locals respected his privacy and they didn't make inquiries about him to the house staff or chauffer. He lived alone on the west side of the island and was well known to the Caymanians because he went out of his way to treat everyone with genuine warmth and friendship. A liberal dose of respect, as well a discreet token of appreciation for various services rendered, gave him assistance and information whenever he needed it. 

So he strolled over to the tourist immigration desk and greeted the officer warmly, extending his hand to shake with a couple of Caymanian dollars discreetly folded into it. He inquired about the couple who had just arrived, explaining he thought he recognized the man from his days back in the States. He gathered the information he needed, wished the immigration officer a pleasant day and moved off toward the parking area. 

Staring through the window of the limo, Kitty was engrossed in the hustle and bustle of the streets filled with a mix of colorfully dressed tourists, some of them quite sunburned, and native Caymanians, some of whom had bright red-hair and lots of freckles. It was a hereditary characteristic of the island's native population, some folks believing that it was a trait passed down through many generations after a red-haired Scotsman had visited the islands and stayed to live out his remaining days among the local populous.

Tom relished Kitty's excitement, and while he gave an 'interested tourist' look at the world outside the limo, he was also slyly watching the woman he adored as she gazed at the passing sights and marveled at all the color and excitement of all she beheld. "Let's go shopping there - can we rent bikes and travel around the island tomorrow - I want to see the turtle farm too..." Her mind was travelling faster than her mouth. Oh those luscious lips. He craved those lips and wanted his tongue between those lips - he wanted to devour her with lust and love.

"We can do whatever you want my sweet Kitty, this is our vacation and I want you to have anything - everything - that will make you happy." Tom was holding Kitty's hand and rhythmically running his thumb in little circles on the back of her hand between her thumb and index finger - a pulse point that seemed to stimulate her responses. She looked adoringly into Tom's eyes and reached for the back of his neck pulling him toward her, Kitty gave him a long deep kiss extending her tongue far to the back of his throat. She flicked the tip of her tongue on the roof of his mouth in a seductive manner. She whispered almost breathlessly as she sat up in the seat, "Thank you, my handsome, sexy guy," she said with a seductive smile containing a provocative hint of wonderful things to come. She slowly slid her hand between his legs and moved her fingers rhythmically over the front of Tom's slacks, playing with the zipper as his rapidly growing bulge pushed against her fingers. Tom squeezed his legs together holding her fingers captive as she stroked his shaft from the outside of his pants. They were both very horny and couldn't wait to get to the privacy of their suite at the hotel.

The driver turned the limousine off the main roadway into the driveway approaching the hotel. The route was guarded by stately palm trees all the way to the doorman's podium. The limo rolled to a quiet stop at the hotel entrance with its sliding glass doors leading into the lobby. It had only taken a few minutes for the drive from the airport to the hotel; Tom was impressed with the swift and efficient handling of the guests and the warm greeting from the staff as they were escorted through the lobby to the reception desk for registration. Kitty glanced around the open and airy lobby area while she waited for Tom to register; she spied several shops catering to any and all guest wants and desires: bathing suits, beach attire and tropical evening wear, in addition to the usual kitschy postcards, trinkets and suntan lotion. 

Several of the barely-there bikinis in one shop window caught her eye. She'd come back to shop after they had settled into the suite. Kitty hadn't packed a bathing suit since she had wanted something new and special for Tom on this trip.

Guided by the bellman with their luggage, Kitty and Tom followed through the lobby and along a lush tropical walkway filled with fragrantly scented flowers. Kitty's strappy high-heeled sandals clicked along the tiled floor as she took in all the exotic sights and smells. She was thrilled to be staying with Tom in the luxuriously appointed hotel. 

The couple had been upgraded to a secluded villa on the perimeter of the hotel grounds. As previously requested, Tom had booked a suite with a private pool and the villa was equipped with every luxury a guest might hope for including a well-stocked bar and kitchenette.

The private villa was tucked among a vast assortment of tropical flowering shrubs and flowers. The flowers perfumed the suite with spicy, seductive scents which reminded Tom of one of the fragrances 

Kitty occasionally wore for him on special occasions. The reminder aroused him as he remembered some of those previous times - special times - together. It spoke to the depth of the affection Kitty and Tom had for each other and how much each one enjoyed making their partner happy, satisfied always in new and creative ways. Their lovemaking was always ready for new, sensual experiences. Tom hoped that this trip would be one of those wonderful sexy encounters filled with spontaneity and sexual pleasure for both of them. He wanted to focus all his sexual energies and desires on the woman he adored - Tom wanted to bring Kitty to new heights of sexual pleasure - because when she was sexually gratified it brought him to new levels of orgasmic pleasure as well. Tom had lots of pleasurable fantasies planned for this weekend. 

As they waited at the doorway for the bellman to open the suite for them, Tom looked down at Kitty's cute nose, her luscious lips as she held her head tilted back and tipped to the side. She looked at him with an unspoken desire - a mix of lust and love. He gave the tip of that cute nose a chaste kiss and they walked into the beautiful suite. Tom thanked the bellman with a tip and quickly closed the door behind him. Kitty had gone to stand near the edge of the pool luxuriating in the tropical colors and sounds of the birds nearby, she hadn't heard Tom approach her from behind. He folded his arms around her body pulling her into him. He gazed at her neck and lowered his mouth until his lips brushed against the spot where he could see her heartbeat pounding beneath the skin. His one hand stroked the back of her neck as the other slipped down to her freshly waxed lady parts. Tom stood holding Kitty against his hard cock; he gently caressed her beautiful, desirable ass placing his hand on one of her lovely well-rounded buns outlined against her tight short skirt. She didn't move but leaned back into his shoulder and allowed him to caress her fanny and run his fingers down from the skirt, along the back of her thigh up and under the crotch of her panties which allowed just enough maneuvering room to slide a finger along her cunt. Kitty was already wet from Tom's touch as well as the excitement of the possibilities of making love in such sumptuous surroundings. She was so excited it wouldn't take much for her to come... when the door-bell rang.

Tom was annoyed at the intrusion; he was enjoying intimately touching his lover and could feel Kitty's body respond to his massaging of her clit while he breathed arousing encouragement into the shell of her ear. Reluctantly he whispered, "don't come without me, I'll be right back," and gave her an extra rub along her clit.

The bellman was almost hidden from view as Tom opened the door to a huge arrangement of flowers that was worth a small fortune based upon size alone. The man delivered the floral piece to the sitting area. Tom's assumption was that it was a welcoming gift from the hotel management. He was still rather annoyed with the interruption and quickly handed a tip to the deliveryman encouraging him on his way with a perfunctory 'thanks.' He didn't investigate the gift card. 

Kitty's sexy, purring voice was inviting him back onto the patio and he forgot about the flowers as he looked toward his lover seeing her standing nude at the pool edge as she slipped quietly into the sparkling blue water. She had slipped out of her clothes and was bent over to display for Tom her smooth bare ass as she pushed off from the pool's edge and slid seductively into the water with the grace of a water nymph.

Tom felt his cock stir and he immediately forgot about the interruption and headed to the bar where a stocked refrigerator held several chilled bottles of champagne, as he had requested when booking the reservation. 

Tom returned to the patio a few minutes later, holding two stem glasses filled with bubbly. He had stripped naked. Kitty was floating on her back in the water with only her two beautiful breasts and smoothly waxed mound visible above the lapping waterline. Tom's cock began to grow with anticipation and desire.

He took the pool-steps carefully not wanting to spill any champagne and waded slowly toward the woman he adored. He placed a kiss, with a little tickly tongue, carefully on a nipple as he lightly touched the stem of a glass on her belly. 

Kitty had sensed Tom was close from the slight movement of the water lapping against her body. So his lips on her sensitive, puckered nip didn't surprise her. She rolled onto her side and dropped her feet onto the bottom of the pool, placing her body up close against Tom and rubbed her mound on his stiff shaft. 

Her hands were free; his still held the two glasses, so she took advantage and began to caress his cock and cup his balls rhythmically, sensually. He responded to her. The water added a gentle, warm feeling to the tactile sensations Kitty was offering. He grew harder.

Tom thought he needed to set the glasses down or he might drop them - which could be dangerous. But he didn't want to break away from the pleasurable sensations the tips of Kitty's fingers were offering. Suddenly she took a deep breath dropped under the water. Her mouth went around Tom's cock and she began to run her tongue around it and suck.

Tom's mind was a blur of sensations. Somehow he turned his torso enough to very shakily put the glasses on the rim of the pool and then with his hands free to caress his lover he swept Kitty into his arms and laid her out on the partially submerged pool steps where he could access her body and run his hands all over the woman he adored. Kitty responded to his touch and the warm water lapped around her gently bringing heightened awareness and sensitivity to her most intimate places. 

Tom parted her pussy lips with his fingers while keeping his thumb pressed against her clit - which was rising to the occasion. He nipped at her neck and then slowly started sucking and running his tongue along her neck while probing the lips of her moist, smooth pussy with his other hand. Kitty reached up and put her hands around Tom's neck and then hooked one of her legs behind his calf and whispered in his ear, "Fuck me now... long, hard and deep."

He bent to use his tongue on Kitty's clit and he fingered her to a frantic state of arousal. She climaxed much sooner than she had wanted. Kitty intensely enjoyed that rising pressure as her body climbed toward ultimate release and she had wanted to delay it as long as physically possible to prolong that glorious feeling when it finally came.

Tom was already so horny that the pressure building in his shaft wouldn't wait. He moved somewhat more slowly in the water as it was a drag against any quick movements, but he placed his cock deep into 

Kitty's cunt moments before his orgasm exploded inside his lover. He had never experienced underwater sex before and decided in that glorious moment that the experience was well worth repeating. And they would repeat it during this weekend getaway.

The two lovers were entwined, caressing and stroking each other in the warm afterglow of a very pleasurable sexual encounter. 'Welcome to Cayman, Kitty!' Tom nibbled on her neck and licked her chin with renewed passion as he gently balanced her on the steps and reached for one of the champagne stems and handed it to her. She smiled warmly at Tom and luxuriated in his embrace. 

"Thanks, Sexy! That was a lovely way to christen this adventure - pool sex! I love it! I'm addicted! Let's do it again!" Kitty started to giggle.

Tom moved his hands over Kitty's body, slowly seductively touching every part of her, pausing to rub his thumbs over her nipples causing an aroused puckered response and Kitty leaned into the touch arching her back offering Tom her breasts and he obliged taking one in his mouth and sucking, running his tongue across the puckered areola, while fingering the other nipple.

"Let's get dressed and find someplace to eat. I'm starved and I think I'm going to need fuel to keep up with you this weekend." Tom smiled at Kitty imagining the 'sex-capades' to come. 

Kitty had showered and dressed quickly in a floral wrapped sun-dress that accentuated cleavage and revealed there was no bra supporting her ample breasts. Her body was pale, but a day in the tropical sun would bronze her skin in all the exposed places. Kitty wanted to sunbathe nude, but when and where would have to be determined; there might not be enough sunlight on their private pool to accommodate.

As she idly roamed the suite and evaluated the high-end décor, considering what she liked and didn't, 

Kitty's eye fell on the opulent floral arrangement. It was filled with Bird of Paradise, Hibiscus and other flowers she didn't recognize - it was lovely in the extreme. As did Tom, Kitty assumed it was a gift from the management, when she noted the card attached to a plastic stick she wasn't much interested in it. 

She pulled the envelope open and gave it a quick glance, murmuring to herself: 'odd,' but didn't give it much further thought. The card was still in her hand when Tom walked into the sitting area dressed in khaki slacks and a linen shirt. He smelled of sandalwood soap and looked refreshed and relaxed.

"Hey, handsome got a date tonight, or could I jump your bones?" Kitty reached out and seductively ran her hand down Tom's arm and playfully fingered the zipper on his slacks.

Tom wrapped his arms around his lover and pulled her into his embrace and buried his face between her breasts. He inhaled deeply and was immediately aroused by Kitty's intimate, musky female scent. 

The two lovers knew that if they didn't stop they would soon be rolling on the floor in flagrante delicto - which would be wonderful but...


Tom and Kitty's Adventure Pt. 01



"I'm starved! Where are we going to eat? Tell me now, or I will have to eat you, starting with your pussy." Tom had a lecherous tone in his voice, but a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

Kitty laughed and pulled her man close to her and gave him a deep slow kiss with an abundance of tongue. "If that's what you'd rather, we can eat in, order room service." She had a twinkle in her eye as well.

"Stop now!" He laughed, "Or we'll never leave this room all weekend. Come on, let's go!" Tom grabbed Kitty by the hand and started toward the door. He felt the piece of paper in her hand and stopped to take it from her. "What's this?"

Tom took the gift card from her hand and flipped it over, glancing at the inscription as he was about to throw it in the trash. His expression was surprise. He muttered to himself, "Twice in one day!" 

"I assume the flowers were delivered to the wrong room. Do we know anyone here? I don't know a Don - do you?" Kitty seemed disinterested as she asked the questions, so sure was she of the answers. 

Then she noticed Tom was staring at the card as if looking at a revelation in the name written on it.

"What's the matter, Tom?"

After a long pause Tom replied: "I knew someone many years ago, long before I met you. I hadn't thought of him in years - but suddenly today at the airport, a memory of him flashed through my mind." 

Tom was absentmindedly shaking his head in disbelief. "Now this card... he must have been at the airport and saw me." He had a myriad of reactions running through his mind. 

Paramount: did Tom want to open this book again? It was a chapter long closed in his life; His life before Kitty. Suddenly Tom made a decision. "Let's have a lovely dinner somewhere and I'll explain what I think this may be about." He grabbed Kitty's hand and they headed out the door.

Tom seemed quite intent on a change of venue, and Kitty was a little unnerved by the intensity of his reaction. But Kitty adored Tom and she was confident nothing he said, or did, would make her love him any less.

The concierge recommended a nearby steak and seafood house that specialized in grilled entrees, he booked a reservation for the couple then he engaged a taxi for their trip. Tom was quiet on the ride to the restaurant, mulling over the possibilities of someone from his past also being on the island.

Kitty was lost in her own thoughts and also remained quiet. She had reached over to take Tom's hand, but he seemed tentative, at first reluctant to accept her offer. Kitty persevered and Tom eventually accepted her hand and gripped it tightly.

The restaurant was a relatively long ride from the hotel considering the small size of the island. It was situated on a lagoon and its Tiki torches and hurricane lanterns reflected sparkling lights on the rippling water. The wooden structure was cozy and inviting and the maître d' welcomed the couple warmly as if he knew them from past visits. They were directed to a secluded table away from the bar noise and offered a cocktail before dinner. 

Tom ordered before Kitty, "I'll have a double bourbon on the rocks." 

Then he thought better of ordering before her, inquiring what she would drink, apologizing to his mate: "Kitty, I'm so sorry, what would you like to drink?"

Now the woman was unnerved. "Ah, I'll have a glance of sauvignon blanc." When the waiter stepped away from the table, she added: "Tom, what's wrong? Would you rather go back to the hotel? We don't have to eat here we can order-in something from the hotel kitchen. I'm worried about you! Please tell me what this is about." Her eyes had a mixed look of deep love and concern for Tom.

After an overlong silence Tom responded. "Kitty, I am so sorry. The name on the card seems to be someone from my past. I've been caught quite off guard by it and quite honestly, I'm trying to process it." He gave her a wan look which caused Kitty's heart to break.

"Tom, whatever this is about, we are in it together - forever. After almost forty-years together, nothing in your past can hurt us." She again reached for Tom's hand and this time he held her hand bringing it up to his lips, kissing the back of her hand. He took a deep breath and told her what Don meant to his life before he met Kitty.

As he began to quietly recount the tale, Tom was unaware that Don was sitting at the bar quietly observing the couple - too far out of earshot to know what was being discussed - but the deep look of concern on the woman's face meant that something was not right between them. She did not appear distraught or angry, but rather deeply concerned for the man. 

Don had arranged for the hotel concierge to direct the couple to this restaurant, if they inquired about a place to eat - places that serve good steaks on the Island were few and far between. He had remembered Tom was not much of a seafood aficionado. Don lived nearby and popped over to the bar most nights for a drink and a bite to eat, so it was not unusual to find him at the bar. He had hoped for a 'casual bump into' with Tom, but perhaps it wasn't meant to be as neither he nor his woman looked happy. 

Don continued to discreetly observe the couple.

As Tom nursed a second double bourbon after downing the first one in a single gulp, he told Kitty the story of a very pleasurable gay relationship he had enjoyed when he was a young man still exploring the many levels of his sexuality. He seemed both conflicted with the memory and bitter-sweetly remembering it. It wasn't that he was embarrassed by it so much as he did not want his long-time lover to think less of him because of it. She didn't.

Their meal arrived and Kitty sat back while the plates were presented and she was offered another glass of wine. She looked at Tom and loved him all the more for telling her the intimate details of a part of his past she had never known. Tom took a deep breath and began to nibble at his steak and he began to feel a bit better for the sharing with Kitty. His appetite returned and he relished the food which was delicious and he was starving. He ordered a bottle of wine for their meal. 

Kitty was processing Tom's words slowly, more so because there was much to absorb. She trusted him with her life and she saw the conflict in his eyes, his voice - but there was no regret - and she was glad. He had nothing to be sorry about, unless he regretted being with her and that did not seem to be the case. They were still as good as the intimate couple they had been for so many years.

They both realized that the food smelled and tasted delicious and they were ravenous. For a few minutes neither spoke, but concentrated on tasting the food, while each one privately considered the events that had unfolded so suddenly at the beginning of this long anticipated mini-vacation. Tom mentally wondered: what were the odds of picking an Island for a getaway with Kitty and running into an old flame - his old flame, not hers! 

Tom and Kitty finished eating, but somehow the celebratory feel of the long anticipated weekend had cooled to where neither wanted to linger over dessert. Kitty remained at the table to finish her wine while Tom excused himself to pay the check and stop in the men's room. He was gone a very long time.

Kitty waited at the table for almost fifteen minutes. At first she wasn't concerned; however it was very unlike Tom to leave her waiting. It seemed that he had abandoned her at the table. She also realized that during their conversation at dinner, he had been very distracted as he had told her about the intimate sexual relationship earlier in his life. Finally she left the table and headed to the maître d' to seek assistance. 

He offered to hail a taxi and suggested she might prefer to wait at the hotel, where they could also offer any assistance to the registered guest.

Kitty was beginning to panic, wondering where her lover had disappeared to and why the man standing in front of her was so nonchalant about a missing tourist. Tom had certainly never left her back in the States - walked out on her in the middle of dinner! What was going on? She felt herself starting to lose control. She was very close to hysteria, While the fool standing in front of her was leveling an indifferent gaze on her.

The woman turned away from the maître d' in frustration; she headed toward the entrance to the restaurant in a blind rage mixed with fear and frustration. Suddenly a strong hand grabbed her at the elbow. Kitty attempted to wrench her arm away, to free herself, but a deep voice reassured her. "It's okay, Kitty." 

That the man called her by name stopped Kitty in her tracks and she ceased to fight him. Kitty whirled around to face the man and realized that she had noticed him sitting at the bar when they had entered the dining room. "Who are you? Where is Tom?"

"Please come with me - Tom is in my car waiting for us. I'll drive you both back to your hotel."

"Who ARE you?"

"My name is Don, and I'm an old friend of Tom's but we haven't seen each other in years."

Kitty's eyes flew open wide and her hand went over her mouth to catch the gasp of shock and disbelief.

She recovered quickly, "Where is Tom?" She demanded. The woman was very leery of this stranger even though she was now familiar with the name Don.

"Tom's in my car - right out there at the entrance." He pointed toward an older model Jag parked by the valet station. Kitty could barely see someone slumped over in the front seat of the car. She was apprehensive, but at this point she was more fearful for Tom's safety than her own.

Don gauged from the woman's body language that she was reluctant to go with him, a stranger, and he appreciated her caution, so he signaled to the valet and asked him to escort the lady to his car while he stepped forward and opened the front passenger door and spoke with Tom. 

Kitty recognized Tom as soon as his head snapped up; he looked toward Don, but he was clearly feeling the effects of too much alcohol and perhaps the stressful shocks of the day's events. She didn't think he had been drugged, but couldn't be sure. It still made her reluctant to get in the car, but she wasn't sure what her other options might be.

The valet moved to open the rear passenger door for Kitty, but she went around him to Tom sitting in the front seat. 

"Tom, are you okay?" She was relieved to see him look up into her eyes; he was clearly drunk. He had an embarrassed, but also slightly goofy expression on his face - guilt and too much liquor. Tom's eyes were out of focus and his body posture loose in an uncoordinated manner. 

"I think I had too much to drink, and my old pal Don said he'd drink me home." He grinned at Kitty.

She made a quick decision and prayed it was the right one. "Please...ah, Don, let's get Tom back to the hotel. I appreciate your offer to help us."

Kitty and Don climbed into the car and the valet fastened the seatbelt around Tom to prevent him from slumping over in the car. The Jag took off down the deserted road headed back toward the hotel. No one said another word during the drive. Kitty's mind was clanging with a mixture confusion, fear and anger. She felt her head would explode from the headache that was trying to process her many conflicting thoughts.

"I'm going to drive around to the service entrance to the hotel, so we don't parade Tom through the lobby. You might want to get out here and walk through to the elevator and wait for us in the suite." Don was surprised by the woman's reply:

"No! I'm going with you. There is a back gate to the pool area in our suite. I'm sure we can bring him in through that gate." Kitty had mixed reactions to skulking around with Don, but she really didn't want the hotel staff to see Tom passed out.

Don maneuvered the car alongside the walled garden at the rear of the hotel, and Kitty determined which gate was the correct one that opened to their pool area in the suite. She had left the glass door unlatched when they left, not being particularly worried about theft. Hopefully, the turn-down maid hadn't secured it or she would have to retrace her steps around to the lobby and enter through the front door of the suite. 

The gate was unlatched. As Don shouldered Tom out of the car and guided him through the back-gate and around the pool, the drunken man seemed to get a 'second wind' and rallied to walk on his own albeit haltingly. Both Don and Kitty guided Tom toward the bedroom, where the huge king-size bed had been turned down; Don removed his shoes and she manhandled him out of his slacks and shirt. They laid him out on the bed and Kitty pulled the covers over Tom. He had seemed only vaguely aware of his surroundings. Kitty had never seen Tom so drunk - high on a few too many drinks - sure, but never before passed-out drunk. 

Kitty understood that their trip to Cayman and Don's sudden, unexpected reappearance in Tom's life contributed to his inebriation. She wasn't angry or hurt, just worried about the man she cared for down to the core of her being. She bent over the bed and kissed Tom gently on the lips. "Sleep well, my love."

She turned the lamp off and directed Don with a gesture to leave the room ahead of her. Once they moved into the sitting area they both seemed slightly ill at ease alone together. 

"This has been quite a day!" Kitty said. She felt dizzy from the strange events that had happened since they left Miami for a wonderful getaway weekend, just a few short hours ago. What had happened? Kitty turned to Don and offered him a drink, and indicated a chair at the breakfast bar facing the kitchen. She poured them both bourbon, neat, and then boldly said, 

"Well, we both clearly share a history with Tom, let's get to know each other." There was no hostility in her tone, just curiosity. She needed to get to know him since he was a part of Tom's life history.

And get to know each other they did, through most of the night. Kitty went to check on Tom once, but after she pulled the covers over him for a second time all seemed quiet for most of the rest of the night.

At sunrise the birds started to chirp and the sound of voices and cars could be heard somewhere in the distance. Kitty awoke with a start and for a moment didn't know where she was. She lay listening to Tom's steady breathing - he was still asleep. But there was another sound of someone rhythmically breathing close by as well. And then Kitty remembered the previous night's adventure. She smiled.

Kitty was lying naked the middle of the king-size bed, with Tom on one side of her and Don on the other.



Tom and Kitty's Adventure Pt. 02



Kitty lay between two men - the love of her life Tom on one side, and Don her new acquaintance on the other. The two men slept soundly, softly breathing in a rhythmic pattern, albeit each to their own syncopation. The room smelled faintly of sex and tropical flowers. She would remember that potent combination of scents - when she remembered last night - and she would always remember last night. 

The woman didn't want to move in the bed - to disturb the two men, especially as it was still quite early in the morning and none of the three had much sleep. Kitty hadn't slept more than an hour or so, her adrenaline was still pumping, her body was tingling from sexual stimulation and satisfaction - she was tired but didn't want to relinquish her thoughts to sleep. 

Tom's long-time lover had learned new things about him last evening. Kitty had believed their forty year relationship held no secrets; Kitty loved and trusted Tom, so she was not so much repulsed as shocked that he had a male lover and yet had never confided that relationship to her before. 

She had always been curious about male sexual encounters - both the physical and emotional aspects. However, she did not find the thought of the male-on-male sex act off-putting. Kitty had known gay man in both her personal and professional life and had found their friendships with her to have been just as sincere as any girlfriends she might have - maybe more honest in some instances. Several of these men, and women, had been in long time, committed relationships. She did not view those types of relationships with prurient interest, but rather viewed them as sexually-satisfying-couplings as old as history - Greek history as an example, or perhaps even older. 

The woman continued to lay nude, on her back, legs slightly akimbo with a sheet pulled over her, just covering her breasts, as she stared up at the ceiling and wondered how this glorious get-away weekend has suddenly taken a dramatic, unexpected turn. 

After the couple's arrival on Cayman, Tom had been unnerved to be confronted with a past lover. Furthermore, he had realized that a homo-erotic relationship that he had only very occasionally considered in the many years he had been with Kitty, was suddenly a very real presence on their island get-away. Tom had become quite drunk as he considered the possibility of a face-to-face reunion with a once important sexual partner from his past. The other painful reality for Tom was how his past relationship with Don might affect his relationship with Kitty. 

Kitty had not been unhinged about Tom's desire to have sex with a man, but she had wondered if he might prefer that man to her, and that caused her some anxiety - did their love-making satisfy him enough? Last night had been a revelation to her: her beloved was bi-sexual, and he had known that for some time. However, his love for Kitty was very real and as deep as hers for him. The sex they shared was powerfully satisfying for both. She was reassured by both his actions and his words during the previous night's encounter with Tom's long-ago lover Don. 

Both mental and physical fatigue finally caused Kitty's mind to drift and she slipped into a light state of dream-sleep. She dreamed of Tom passed out naked on the bed when they returned from the restaurant. Watery memories of Don's sudden appearance at the restaurant as well as his assistance getting Tom back to the hotel. Gauzy flashes of skin - both male and female as well as hands stroking, caressing her body floated in and out of her dreams. She dreamily fondled her nipple and felt the slight tingle of arousal in her cunt. Kitty's memory was carried on a current of sensual feelings as she relived the previous night's sexual encounters with the two men now lying on either side of her... 

After returning to the hotel suite, Don assisted her with getting Tom settled into bed to sleep off his intoxication. Kitty had invited Don into the kitchen for a drink. She was curious about this man who had a very intimate history with her lover. 

Kitty poured bourbon for Don and surreptitiously evaluated him as he sipped his drink. He seemed fit, well-tanned from living in the tropics. He was about twenty years older than Tom. He was bald with a smooth face and deep set eyes, but she couldn't easily determine their color. His clothes were casual island attire, but well fitting; this man had the financial where-with-all to live comfortably on an island paradise. She couldn't say he was handsome, like her man, but he was attractive and wore himself with confidence. There was no wedding ring, nor was there a tan line from one recently removed. She wanted to know more about him - all about him - what had attracted her lover and this man? Slowly she pulled the information out of Don: 

How did you meet? When, where? What attracted you to each other? What was going on in your life? 

Kitty worked up the courage to ask this stranger: Are you gay, bi or just trolling for an occasional adventure on the seamier, risker side of a sexual encounter? She had so many questions - so many blanks to fill in, and until tonight she had never considered any of them relevant to her life with Tom. Now she wanted, needed more information, but couldn't ask Tom who was passed out in the other room. 

Perhaps it was better to gain the information from his past lover, so she could digest it more slowly before talking with Tom. Seeing this relationship from the perspective of each man would help her to understand. 

"First, let's get something straight, we weren't lovers! There was an intimacy, even a comfortable caring for Tom, because I liked him, he liked me - it was physical lust and the desire for what it feels like to be with another man. The sensations are very different than sex with a woman." Don stopped to consider how to phrase his words carefully for this woman who had just realized a new aspect of the man she had cared for deeply during a long relationship. "I was married, had kids and for all outside appearances seemed quite happy - the all American guy. There was nothing wrong with my marriage, I liked sex with my wife, but I had this other sexual desire, almost an aching need to be with a man. Suck a cock. Stick my cock into the tight ass of another man." 

Don saw Kitty's mouth drop open in shock at his words, but she didn't turn away or interrupt. She did however take a big gulp of her bourbon and then reached for the bottle to fill the glass again. He viewed her reaction and felt sorry for her; it was an emotional ride she'd had no preparation for. Don extended his right hand holding the glass, silently wanting another hit of the booze, but used his other hand to rub her arm reassuringly. She responded with a watery smile, looking slightly embarrassed. 

"Sorry, but you asked. You have to understand the desire for sex with a guy. In my case, almost any guy, several guys sometimes. But Tom, Tom was different. I picked him up in a laundromat; he was innocently washing his tidy-whiteys and I was trolling for some attractive flesh. He had never been with a man before." Don continued to gently stroke Kitty's arm as he told her of their first meeting. 

"I chatted him up a bit and invited him back to my house for a drink. My family was away." It wasn't necessary to go into any further detail. But he did. Don described their encounter with just enough detail to paint the intimate tableau for Kitty. 

Kitty was at once fascinated and shocked. It wasn't the description of the physical act of sex between the two men that disturbed her; it was that she had never suspected Tom was gay. He was the consummate lover. Why would he want to make love to her, and for so many years? Was his relationship with her just a sham, a cover-up for the rest of the world? Had Tom used Kitty all these years to present a public face, when the private man was someone quite different? 

In the many years Tom and Kitty had shared their lives together, made love passionately as a couple, he had always satisfied her completely. She wondered now if she had satisfied him as completely, or was he simply settling for climatic lust with her when he really wanted and needed the complete orgasmic release of sex with a man for sexual fulfillment. Tom always caressed and aroused Kitty with slow and rhythmic stimulation bringing her to orgasmic pleasures - whether with his hand, his tongue, or his cock. He seemed to enjoy sex with her - but now she was confused, scared... and more than a little drunk which blurred her thinking about these revelations. 

Don sitting on a stool at the breakfast bar, noticed as he spoke that the woman was getting tipsy, unsteady on her feet weaving a bit as she continued to stand in the kitchen facing him. She grabbed the countertop to steady herself. He moved swiftly toward Kitty and guided her toward the living room sofa. He settled her into the seat-cushions and went back to the kitchen for some water for the woman. When he returned a few minutes later, she was curled-up on the sofa, passed out from too much booze and the overwhelming stress of the conversation. He considered Kitty for a moment then set the glass of water down on the coffee table. Two drunks passed out! 

Don had not expected the evening to progress the way it had... he had certainly been surprised, and pleased, when he recognized Tom at the airport. But there hadn't been any intention of resurrecting the good old times when he'd realized that his long ago sex partner was accompanied by a woman. Now he was at a loss. He also was slightly intoxicated, but not falling down, passed-out drunk. However, he had really wanted to talk with Tom, for old time's sake, if nothing more. 

Don left the woman asleep of the sofa and went into the bathroom for a pee. He gave himself a-once-over glance in the mirror and impulsively stripped off his clothes. He climbed into the large bed, on the opposite side from where Tom was sleeping, also nude under the covers. Don was tired; it had been a stressful few hours. He dozed off. 

There was a slight rocking motion on the bed pulling Tom out of his liquor-induced sleep just sufficiently enough to recognize through the darkness in the room that someone was coming into the bed - Kitty, he assumed - slipping under the covers almost within arm's reach. He needed and wanted her. It had been a night of emotional turmoil for both of them and he wanted to hold her, cuddle Kitty up against his body. Tom slid his hand across the bed, under the sheet and felt his fingertips connect with warm skin. He softly caressed the shoulder and ran his fingertips along the spine. Tom was strongly physically drawn to the woman he shared a lifetime of loving together. He was responding to many years of sensual touching and their intimacy - but he was still groggy from booze induced sleep. 

His hand traced over the warm flesh, up and under and around to the nipple and then down over the belly... 

Don awoke to the touch of a caressing hand moving slowly over his body - it was certainly unexpected, but it was also immediately sexually arousing. His cock immediately began to respond and grow stiff. 

Tom kept his eyes closed, enjoying the familiarity of touching this lover's body, which was beginning to respond and roll toward him under the sheets. He reached forward to put his hand out to reach for Kitty's cunt and to place his fingers on her clit, when he brushed against a warm stiff cock quivering slightly at the stroking. 

Tom was suddenly wide awake and completely sober. There was a residual memory of the touch of skin - and pubic hair. Tom's eyes flew open to assess why his mind was receiving conflicting memory stimulation. 

Don rolled onto his back and simultaneously reached for Tom's hand placing it firmly on his now very hard cock. It grew harder with the grasp of the other man's fingers. Don moaned with the stimulation, and need. 

For Tom's part, he was very confused - the familiarity of Don's body, long buried in his memory and its pleasurable sexual response aroused him as well. His cock took longer to salute, but he was getting harder with each stroke of his hand on the other man's warm, stiff shaft. 

Don closed his eyes and slowly began to move his hips with a wanting rhythmic response to Tom's hand flexing on his cock. It was a luscious memory, long forgotten - suddenly, after all these years - he wanted Tom's body again. He reached toward Tom and threw back the sheet moving his body down in the bed to align his mouth on Tom's cock. The connection of warm, wet mouth sucking and drawing Tom's cock deep into Don's mouth was like an electric jolt for both men. 

Each man remembered the mutual, pleasurable history of being with the other - long buried in the recesses of memory - the gratification of sexual release and mind blowing satisfaction of manipulation, slow and sensually sucking and licking the other's cock. Suddenly, there was an awakened desire for active reconnection - the two men moved into each other's embrace and slowly intimately each man took a turn gratifying the other, first orally, but eventually with anal penetration. 

Tom was less practiced after all the years being with Kitty, even though they had enjoyed anal stimulation many times together. However, this was not the same sensation as with her. His mind quickly recalibrated to the sex act he most profoundly remembered as the ultimate sexual release. The tight-assed, sphincter reflex of another man driving an erect cock into his well lubed anus was mind altering. Tom recalled the pain/pleasure response; it was the ultimate orgasmic release. Don had taught him well; it was something Tom remembered especially enjoying with Don because he was so good at achieving just the right stimulation and contractions of the anus. A slow and steady pressure, building to a mind blowing orgasm from the tight muscles of the anus working on his penis. 

Tom was embarrassed that he couldn't return the same caliber of sexual gratification to Don as he was physically exhausted and most certainly out of practice, but still they both enjoyed the anal stimulation, and Tom came a second time in Don's ass. Every nerve ending on Tom's body was being strummed by Don with the sexual stimulation of anal as well as oral sex. His body responded repeatedly to the relentless taut probing of his sex partner's cock in his mouth and ass until he felt himself overwhelmed and exhausted. But he didn't want to stop... 

Kitty awoke in the living room, cold and stiff with a powerful headache coming on. It took a moment for her to orient herself to her surroundings. Slowly the previous evening's events were replayed in her memory and then she looked around confused: where was Tom? Kitty stood unsteadily and looked around the hotel suite - remembering Don's conversation with her. 

She started slowly toward the bedroom, but came to an abrupt halt midway to the door when she heard moaning and words of sexual encouragement. The door had been left ajar and while it was dark in the room Kitty could see the outline of the two men on the bed - one providing oral gratification to the other. But she couldn't identify who was sucking cock and who was receiving the ecstatic pleasurable blow job. Her mind reeled with the reality of the situation. 

Kitty slipped into the bedroom without making a sound and stood with her back pressed hard against the wall forcing herself to stand and watch the man she loved make love to another man. 

Don sensed Kitty was in the bedroom, but evidently Tom did not. However, he did not stop fondling Tom's balls, nor did he stop dragging his sex partner's cock to the deep recesses of his throat - closing his mouth over a very aroused stiff member and sucking hard to draw him in completely. Don remembered the long forgotten pleasure of the pure carnal lust he had for this man, and how he had worked hard to take Tom to new heights of sexual gratification when they were together. Don had missed this lover's body and he was reveling in the responses he was getting from Tom after all these years. Neither man had forgotten the other's uniquely satisfying techniques. 

The explosion of cum into Don's mouth was almost audible. He verbalized a moan of enjoyment while he licked and lapped Tom's cock to prolong the tactile feel of his tongue against the soft skin. Tom was euphoric with the sensation of the feel of the other man's tongue on his cock - he didn't want it to stop. 

Kitty had tears at the corners of her eyes, but it wasn't from disappointment or hurt at the sight of her lover enjoying a sexual encounter with another sex partner. Rather, she saw the extreme pleasure each man had derived from the other's sexual advances - each man knew how to satisfy the other man completely. Kitty realized that she could never take Tom to that level of extreme sexual satisfaction. 

After a fully satisfying orgasmic reunion with a partner never completely forgotten through the years, both men were satiated and mind-numbingly exhausted. Don grabbed Tom's face and turned it toward him placing a kiss - with deep probing tongue - on him and then fell back on the mattress, splaying out flat on his back trying to catch a breath and recover his equilibrium from the totally delicious sexual reunion. 

Don hadn't forgotten that Kitty was watching them, but he wasn't about to stop having Tom because of her sensibilities. Inhaling hard to catch his breath, he languidly waved a hand toward the door and motioned the woman toward the rumpled bed which now was damp with sweat and semen. 

Kitty didn't move. She had watched the two men's sexual reunion in fascination and fear. She was confused and scared - she could never envision making Tom as sexually satisfied as he had clearly been with his male lover. Don waved his hand again encouraging her toward the bed. "Come over here," he croaked hoarsely. He made no attempt to cover his flaccid penis which was as spent as he. 

Tom suddenly realized that Don was speaking, but not to him, and raised his head to see what had caught the other man's attention. His heart tripped over by a beat when he realized Kitty was standing by the door. Her eyes were wide with raw emotion - but he couldn't discern whether it was shock or pain. He sat up and started to move toward Kitty, but Don pushed him back. "Kitty, come here, come to Tom. He wants you, needs you - now!" 

The couple, the man and woman both responded to the command instruction. Kitty moved forward blindly, and Tom leaned forward and extended his arm, pulling her into a tight hug. As physically exhausted as he was, he rallied his strength to hold the woman he loved and caressed and held her tight to him. 

Kitty responded to Tom's touch, but tentatively at first. She assumed that after witnessing only a brief portion of the sex between the two men that neither would have strength left for anything more. Tom held her close to his body, which was still damp with sweat and smelled of sex, but he wouldn't let Kitty pull away. He loved this woman and he was afraid her hurt would tear them apart. 

Don watched the couple for a moment while he considered his options: retreat discreetly from the bed, or allow Kitty to experience new sensations for her pleasure - two men! 

Tom was brought back to reality abruptly - Kitty was enveloped in his arms, but rigid, non-responsive to his stroking reassuring touch. He couldn't decide if she was repulsed or just shocked to have witnessed gay sex for the first time. Tom struggled to reassure her with murmurs of encouragement - but she was unresponsive to his ministrations. 

The luxurious afterglow of the two men's passionate sexual gratification wore away more quickly than either man would have wanted after so many years apart, but Don took the lead. 

He inched toward the couple on the bed, as Tom gave the man a nod as if silently trying to say 'thanks' but without breaking the mood in the room. Don reached out for Kitty and, not forcefully but determinedly, took the woman by the shoulders pulling Kitty away from Tom laying her down on the bed between them. She didn't fight his advances but rather acquiesced to the physical command. Kitty was exhausted and wanted the mental escape of sleep. 




Tom and Kitty's Adventure Pt. 02



For his part, Tom was pleased to see Kitty relax as she lay stretched out on the mattress, but still in the short, wrinkled, sun dress she'd worn to dinner so many hours earlier. Don quietly slipped his hands down alongside her hips and slid the dress up toward her waist revealing her bikini panties. He ran his fingers lightly over her chest and felt for the bra - a front clasp! 

Surprisingly, Kitty was non-responsive to Don's advances. Her eyes watched him dispassionately, but she didn't recoil from his touch. Tom spoke gently to his woman, reassuring her that she was okay, everything would be fine. However, he also was watching Don, unsure what his intentions were with Kitty. 

The two men worked silently, but in a coordinated manner. Don undid the bra and caressed Kitty's breast seductively rubbing it and pinching the nipples, tugging them until they puckered in arousal. 

Tom realized what was happening and while he was not at all sure that this was a good idea, he did help sit Kitty up so they could remove the dress and left her in her bra and panties. The bra straps had slid down her arms as it was now unclasped, so Tom removed it and tossed it on the floor. Don slipped his fingers into her panties and swiftly drew them down toward her knees exposing Kitty's cleanly-waxed mound. He couldn't resist fondling the beautiful smoothness of it - it had been a long time since he had touched a woman's pubic area - so soft and smooth. 

Kitty moaned at the touch and responded instinctively, bucking her hips up toward the fingers causing the stimulating sensation; she assumed it has been Tom stroking her. She now lay on her back, naked and very vulnerable. She was aware of her circumstances, but even in her distraught state, the woman felt reassured with Tom next to her, knowing that she would not be harmed. 

It was Tom who pulled the panties down over Kitty's legs and tossed them on the floor. She was still positioned prone between the two men and every part of her body was now exposed, but somehow she was becoming aroused with the repetitive, gentle stroking. Her nipples tightened and she realized a man's tongue was, licking them, cat-like, causing a wonderful tingling, which was coursing throughout her body. She raised her hand to touch the back of his head and was surprised to feel the baldness of Don's pate, not her lover's head as she had assumed. The sensation felt so delicious that she did not protest, but rather arched her back offering her breasts toward the tongue and felt Don's mouth go down on her breast and suck it all in to his mouth while using his teeth to gently nibble the areola. The stimulation went right to the core of her cunt and she felt the thrum of excitement building. 

Tom was well experienced in bringing Kitty to orgasm after so many years together and he realized she was going to come very quickly. His cock was growing at the thought of his lover being taken by Don and he wanted to enjoy her too. Don busily worked on Kitty's tits and Tom began to stimulate her clit slowly, rhythmically - pulling and rubbing - while he moved two fingers into her slit pushing deep into her. His balls ached and he felt his cock stiffen when he glanced up at her chest with Don's mouth on one nipple and his fingers strumming the other. Tom could feel Kitty's excitement building when suddenly Don took his mouth away from her nipple and in one fluid move rolled her over on her belly - face down. 

The couple was surprised - Kitty's eyes flew open in reaction to the jolting maneuver, as she found herself face down into the mattress - at a distinct disadvantage. Tom was caught by surprise as well as the sudden change of position pulled her cunt away from him momentarily. However, Don knew what he was about and pulled the woman's hips up slightly so she was again presenting her cunt to Tom. 

Once Kitty's lover saw what Don was doing he moved behind Kitty placing his hands on her hips and rubbing his cock against her pink bottom. Her cunt was wet. 

Tom rubbed and caressed and fondled her, reaching for her, pulling her toward him as he poked Kitty's hole with his stiffing cock. He slowly slid it in and out of the woman who was now moaning and writhing with an ever more urgent need of release. 

Don had not wasted any time after rolling Kitty over; he slipped his hands under her torso and raised her up on her hands. She complied rather awkwardly, but was quickly positioned on all fours - doggy fashion. He gave each breast, now hanging freely below her, a gentle rub and with a nipple tweak and placed himself in front of the woman - on his knees - with his bulging cock at her face. He moved the tip of it over her lips - Kitty reflexively opened her mouth to receive the shaft tentatively licking it. He took that opportunity to thrust his hips and plunged it deep toward the back of her throat filling her mouth with his engorged shaft. Kitty wobbled slightly on the mattress as she tried to take in all of Don's cock against her teeth, sucking it further and further toward the back of her throat. 

Tom was very close to orgasm, but he wanted Kitty to climax so he could ride the bliss simultaneously with her. He was aware that Don's cock was in her mouth - the two men had momentarily shared a glance at each other - and Tom wasn't sure how much longer Kitty could endure with the two men stimulating her together. 

Kitty began to moan, a deep guttural sound of need and frustration - she wanted sexual release - she was being stimulated to distraction and desire, almost overstimulated. She started to shake with the urge to climax with Tom, rubbing his cock against her clit and pressing against it causing vaginal contractions - 

Kitty exploded in an uncontrollable orgasmic frenzy. The rippling rolled over from her and Tom reacted simultaneously, the two lovers burst together in a sexual release and satisfaction. 

Don has been enjoying the feel of rubbing his cock in Kitty's mouth; he was surprised to realize how close he was to coming again, but he'd controlled his release in deference to the emotional bond Tom and Kitty shared. Don's climax was only a split second after theirs - practically a trifecta. 

The three sex partners, relished their momentary orgasmic-nirvana individually, lost in themselves and the feelings of the ultimate pleasure. Each one had experienced a sequence of sexual delights - both new and renewed - but exhaustion was overwhelming them physically and mentally. 

As Kitty stared up at the ceiling mentally reviewing her sexual encounter with two men at the same time, she was privately surprised to realize how satisfying the sensations had been on her body - a new heightened arousal - stimulation and deeper, more prolonged climax than she had ever before experienced. Kitty was lost in the memory of the pleasure of the experience of having two men simultaneously when she heard Don ask... 

"So Kitty, have you ever had sex with another woman?"



Tom and Kitty's Adventure Pt. 03



Kitty had been shocked by Don's question. It was like a slap across the face after a night of mind-blowing sex with the two men now lying on either side of her in the huge bed. Tom was emotionally and physically exhausted and was sound asleep on one side of her. However, Don seemed to have been re-charged by the repeated sexual escapades over the previous night's many hours. First with his former sexual partner Tom, and then with Kitty and Tom together. For her part, Kitty had never before experienced sex with two men simultaneously and their adroit love making techniques together brought her to new heights of orgasmic pleasure. She luxuriated in the memory of those pleasures as her body continued to hum with the post coital-high. An electrical undercurrent from the two men played every part of her body like a fine-tuned violin for its most exciting, arousing stimulation - provided a more powerful satisfaction than Kitty had ever before experienced. The men had done everything conceivable to Kitty in a magnificently spontaneous, yet somehow still coordinated dance of the most erotic, sexual nature. 

"No." She didn't feel more was required. 

"Why not? You are a gorgeous woman who has, I'm sure, attracted many men, and just as many women. Have you turned them, other women, away... have you not wanted to go there?" 

Kitty didn't want to be interrogated by this man. She was tired after the night's continuous sexual activity, and despite how satisfying as it had been for her, she didn't feel she owed this man any justification, or rationale, even if he was her lover's former sexual interest. She mumbled, "Mmmmm," and hoped he got the message. She didn't feel the need to discuss it further. Kitty knew that Tom loved her as much she loved him. Her wants, desires or any other stimulations of sexual curiosity were not important - Tom was her lover and she was his - even after the revelations of the past twenty-four hours. 

Kitty was exhausted she wanted, no she needed sleep. She kept dozing off... 

Tom moved in the bed, slowly turning trying not to wake Kitty. He needed to use the toilet. As he rose up on his elbow flashes of the previous night went careening through his mind. Some of it shocking, some of it sensually, sexually enjoyable and satisfying, but part of his memory was clouded by a pounding headache. Suddenly Tom felt nauseous and moved more quickly but he still tried not to wake Kitty. He looked at his long-time lover adoringly and brushed her cheek affectionately with the very tips of his fingers. Tom knew how much he loved Kitty and how much her reaction to last night meant to him, even if at first, it had been a shocking revelation to her. 

As Tom moved from the bed toward the bathroom he realized Don was gone. For a fleeting moment he wondered where his former sex partner had gotten to... but the urge for the toilet over whelmed his mind. He stood in the bathroom assessing his scruffy image in the mirror and decided to jump in the shower and clean up - perhaps the hot water would reinvigorate him. Tom showered and shaved and came out of the bathroom refreshed and ravenous. Kitty was still asleep, but Tom stroked her cheek again and bent to kiss her gently on the forehead. He grabbed a pair of swim trunks and headed for the kitchenette to rummage for something to eat, or to call room service. 

Suddenly, Kitty felt abandoned. The bed seemed cold and lonely. She moved her head slowly from side-to -side and realized that she was, in fact alone - naked in the bed where she had sex with two men simultaneously, or rather more accurately they with her, the previous night. 

She could hear a muffled voice somewhere in the suite, but she couldn't be sure if it was Tom. Kitty stretched her arms and arched her back - a luxurious feeling of comfort and extravagance overcame her - alone in the huge bed. Kitty had been the center of two men's sexual attentions last night and she had been satisfied beyond her wildest dreams. Tom was a fabulously attentive lover, but what Kitty experienced last night was a totally new sexual experience for her. Kitty rolled on her belly and shoved a sex-scented pillow over her head and fell back to sleep... 

Tom placed an order with room service - he was starving and ordered enough food to feed a small army. As he was speaking with room service, Tom wandered around the living area and noticed a hand-written note left on the breakfast-bar. Don had written: 'I'll call later. So glad we re-connected last night.' 

After disconnecting with room service, Tom thoughtfully set the note down on the countertop and stared at it for a long time. He had mixed reactions about seeing Don again after so many years, but even more, he had reservations about involving Kitty in his past life. He turned away from the note and made a sudden dash for the pool - jumping in with his legs tucked against his chest - his body hit the water with a loud 'thunk' and water sprayed over the pool deck. 

The noise awoke Kitty with a start. She wasn't sure what the sound was but it had been close at hand and very much out of place in the quiet of the hotel suite. A few minutes later the doorbell rang and once again she heard voices, so this time Kitty reluctantly rolled out of bed and headed into the bathroom. 

A very hot shower and a fluffy hotel robe did oh-so-much to improve Kitty's sleep-deprived mood. She ambled toward the living area of the suite and was immediately struck with the delicious aroma of hot coffee, eggs and bacon. The room service trolley was laden with silver domes covering hot dishes; in addition, there was a plate of artfully arranged pastries and fresh fruit. Kitty reached for the hot coffee first, pouring a cup as she looked toward the pool and the sparkling water moving with the ripple from Tom's body as he swam the length of it, turning gracefully and swimming back again. 

The water glistened off his arms and back as he swam. The water refreshed Tom as nothing else had all morning and he began to feel his strength return. He realized that Kitty was watching him with a cup of coffee in her hand and a wide, adoring smile on her face. 

"Join me!" He swam to the edge of the pool and folded his arms up on its rim as he gave his lover a shy smile with a 'come-hither' look that melted Kitty's heart. In one quick motion Kitty set the cup down, slipped out of her robe and took a running leap over Tom's head, landing in the middle of the pool. The two lovers swam toward each other and embraced, kissing deeply, passionately. Tom ran his hands over Kitty's back, down over the curve of her ass, slipping a finger into her crack from the back as he held her body tight, pressing her breasts flat against his chest. She instinctively tightened her butt cheeks seductively holding Tom's finger at her backdoor. He lowered his face toward her breasts, his tongue found a nipple and he began to lick and suck, nibble each breast until her nips puckered with arousal. Kitty always responded to Tom's tongue on her nipples. 

Tom was growing hard and his engorged cock was poking Kitty, searching for her sweet hole. She balanced her body against his, buoyed by the water and separated her legs slightly allowing access to her cunt. Tom interlaced his fingers and supported her with his hands behind her back as she leaned back to float. The water lapped over the couple and offered its own rhythmic quality to their sensual movements. Tom and Kitty joined together. She put the calves of her legs on his hips and leaned back further onto the water to give Tom a way to enter her - the buoyancy of the water allowed them to float. Tom took the opportunity to use his fingers to stimulate Kitty's clit, as he continued to fondle her breasts and belly with his tongue, moving ever lower onto her smooth mound with his probing tongue. 

Despite being engulfed in the warm pool water Tom knew - from his many years of sexual pairing with 

Kitty - she was ready for him. Her body moved with a more frenzied need. Tom had been aroused caressing Kitty in the warm, luxurious feel of the water, he was afraid he would cum before he entered her. The couple pulled together tightly with a throbbing desire - each drawing the other closer and moving with a friction of skin against skin. A slow paced tactile arousal would have been lost on them in soft, sensual movement of the warm water. The two, long-time lovers needed to physically reconnect and rejoice in each other after the revelations and new experiences of the past twenty-four hours. 

Tom grabbed Kitty around the hips and pulled her up onto his stiff cock; he probed her as deeply as he could penetrate her. She gave a long, deep moan of pleasure as he moved into her, his shaft thrusting repeatedly until she shuddered with the release of an orgasm unlike any other the couple had experienced together. Kitty felt dizzy with the thrill of the sound of Tom grunting and thrusting into her 

- lost in his enjoyment of her coming simultaneously with him as they moved together never wanting the ultimate, pleasurable sensation of their climaxes to end. 

Tom held Kitty close and gently caressed her back, not ready for them to disconnect from this ultimate intimacy. The lovers bobbled slightly in the water and clung affectionately to each other for quite a few moments. The warm water had surrounded them with a gentle, rhythmic motion that added to the tactile feel of intimacy and connectedness. 

He turned Kitty's face up to his and kissed her gently on the mouth. She returned his chaste kiss with a flick of her tongue between his lips and it made Tom laugh. "You are a tease, Miss Kitty. You always want more." 

"I always want you, my wonderful lover - my life." 

Tom playfully splashed Kitty as he watched her beautiful ass move provocatively as she climbed the steps out of the pool. Then he did his best impression of a body-builder jock pushing up, off the rim of the pool, extending his arms upward and lifting his body out of the water. Kitty was once again ensconced in the dry, fluffy robe as she nibbled at a piece of pineapple, exploring the food waiting under the silver-domed covers: scrambled eggs and bacon. Settling into a nearby chair, Kitty ravenously shoveled the eggs into her mouth and slowly felt her hunger satiated by the food. She savored the tastes and textures of the delicious food and relaxed, enjoying it almost as much as the luscious setting and of course, the toe-curling sex with Tom. 

He strode to the catering trolley in all his glorious nakedness, unashamedly displaying his manliness for his lady. Tom was comfortable with his body as Kitty was with hers. Kitty liked seeing Tom relaxed, enjoying the seclusion of their hotel suite. He piled his plate with food and sat down on the floor leaning back against Kitty's legs for support and intimate contact, closeness. Neither said a word for some minutes as they busily enjoyed the food. 

After a thoughtful silence Tom asked, "You okay about last night, Kitty?" 

She didn't respond at first and his heart stopped as he held his breath fearful of her response. 

"I am. Are you doing okay? It was a lot to be confronted with so suddenly - a lifetime ago suddenly rushing back at you." Tom didn't reply for a long time. 

He didn't turn to face her but spoke softly, an intimate, caring tone Tom used when discussing his feelings with Kitty. 

"I certainly didn't handle it very well... did I? It was quite a shock of seeing Don again after all these years." 

After a moment's consideration, and without replying, Kitty reached out and stroked Tom's head and neck, gently providing reassurance to her lover. She set a light kiss on the crown of his head, but didn't say a word. He was reassured by her touch. 

"Tom, I know the true depth of your love for me, our love for each other, and even last night the initial shock wasn't so much that you had an intimate, sexual relationship with Don, but rather that you had never told me... it shocked and hurt me that you kept that important part of your life separate from me. Did you think I would judge you? Your relationship with Don was many years before me - us - and even though I have only just... ah... briefly met him, he seems to be a person who cared for you and not just for the moment of sex." As she spoke, Kitty continued to stroke Tom's neck and shoulders and run her hands down over his pectorals, then swirling her index fingers around his nipples. 

He turned his torso slowly and reached around to pull Kitty's head down toward his, kissing her mouth hard with a deep probing tongue. Tom's cock immediately responded, Kitty leaned into the kiss and reached down for his cock and began to rhythmically fondle his stiffening member. All thoughts of food were quickly forgotten. Not for the first time in their many years together making incredibly passionate, orgasmic release - Tom and Kitty acknowledged their love while lying on the floor of a hotel suite - probing and licking and sucking each other into another joyous coupling culminating in the sweet release sexual satisfaction. 

Kitty had read the note that Don left on the kitchen counter. However, she decided to let Tom take the lead with any further contact - it would be his decision if he wanted to see Don again. 

The couple hired a hotel car to take them downtown to explore the lovely, colonial, British capital, George Town with its pastel-colored historic buildings and shops. They wandered the sidewalks and peeked into shop windows looking for just the right souvenir for her girlfriend, Jaime Lee. Kitty found a silver sea shell bracelet and negotiated a better price for it, as Tom quietly admired her tenacious bartering skills, with a smile of pride on his face. 

The couple ate lunch at a dockside restaurant, serving huge burgers and fresh seafood, and watched as a cruise ship dropped anchor near the mouth of the harbor and soon after a tender brought the first of several boatloads of tourists ashore, all eager to spend money and soak-in the sights of the Cayman 

Islands in the few short hours they had to visit. After lunch, Kitty and Tom returned to the hotel planning to relax in one of the cabanas on Seven Mile Beach. There was a message from Don waiting for them- inviting them to his home that evening for drinks and dinner. He lived at the far end of the island beyond the Turtle Farm, so he offered to send a car for the couple. 

Tom was torn. A part of him wanted to see Don again, to see how Don lived on the island, but another part of him felt he was tempting fate to bring Kitty too far into his past life for a second time. The previous night had been a wildly unexpected, exciting reunion - but the copious amount of liquor Tom had consumed had dulled his instinct to protect Kitty as well as clouding his reaction about involving her in a three-way with a stranger albeit someone he had once known so intimately. He just wasn't sure this encore invitation would be sensible to accept. He did acknowledge to himself that he would like to have a conversation with his former partner - catch up on life and really see him again in the light of day - sober and clear-eyed. 

Kitty was privately having her own reservations about the invitation. She hadn't told Tom about Don's question about girl-on-girl sex, but she wasn't sure whether it had been an idle question or something more probing. The last twenty-four hours had been a whole new experience for Kitty and she wasn't sure she was still in her comfort zone with this unique relationship Tom had shared with Don. Her inhibitions had been dulled with booze, but she certainly could have stopped her participation at any time - she had been curious and certainly sexually satisfied beyond her wildest imagination - but would it be a good idea to tempt fate a second time. Kitty suddenly felt vulnerable with Don's relentless pursuit of his former lover, and her. Kitty couldn't be sure how Tom would respond to the invitation so she anxiously watched her lover's reaction, but didn't offer any opinion. 

They changed into swim clothes; Kitty slipping into a newly purchased, barely-there, black string bikini which revealed her lovely curvy ass and accentuated her ample breasts. The couple headed to their previously reserved cabana, enjoying the sparkling clear waters of the Caribbean Sea lapping up on the beautiful, white sandy beach. Small, clown fish and other assorted tropical fish darted about in the shallow water, colorfully reflected from the sunlight as they moved between Tom and Kitty's legs as they stood in knee-deep water. The fish fearlessly brushed close to the couple tickling their legs with fish fins and tails. Tom reached for Kitty's hand and waded further out into the water pulling her down with him into the gentle waves. 

The couple talked all around the invitation which weighed heavily between them. Neither one wanted to ask the other's opinion about the evening, and its possibilities. 

The afternoon sun was dropping lower on the horizon when they headed back to their suite and as nonchalantly as possible Kitty said, "It's your decision, Tom. If you want to have dinner with Don this evening, we can go. But let's stay in control and please let's not let events get out of hand." 

Tom smiled down at his lover and gently kissed Kitty on her slightly sunburned perky, cute nose. "I promise, I'll be good and I promise to watch over you so that no harm comes to either of us tonight. Thank you my love! I am rather curious about Don after all these years and this evening will satisfy my curiosity. 

"Let's go and have a lovely, quiet - and sober - dinner with an old... friend." 

Tom made the call accepting Don's invitation and they agreed upon a time for his car to arrive at the hotel to fetch the couple. It gave Kitty and Tom time for a quick nap before they showered and dressed for the evening. 

Unfortunately, the nap was pushed aside when Kitty curled under Tom's protective arm on the bed and started to stroke the soft hairs on his chest, circling her fingers, then running them seductively following the hairy trail down his belly, playfully running her finger tips over the crown of his cock coaxing the pre-cum which gave her an opportunity to lick and suck the salty moisture from his pulsating, hard shaft. Tom lay on his back lost in the erotic pleasures of Kitty's tactile stimulation on his very stiff cock. He slowly moved his hips up and down reaching, thrusting toward her mouth to gain the most pleasurable sensations while probing her mouth with his engorged member. 

She gently rubbed her teeth against the wet sensitive skin on his shaft while the feel of her breath cooled his hot pole as she sucked hard on Tom arousing him further. 

Kitty took pleasure in giving Tom great head - proudly feeling she had surpassed her own expectations on this occasion. He exploded into her mouth and she sucked and licked and swallowed his cum while the couple breathed hard to gulp in air after the exhausting sexual calisthenics they both craved with each other. A nap would have been nice, but the sex had been even better! 

The car was waiting at the lobby entrance at the appointed hour. The driver stepped out from behind the wheel and opened the car door as soon as he noticed the couple coming through the glass doors. 

Kitty absently wondered how he knew they were his passengers, but let it go as she climbed into the back seat of what appeared to be a very old, but lovingly cared for Buick sedan. The exterior was painted a soft pastel pink - most certainly not available on the original color wheel when the car was new. The ride was somewhat bumpy, not from the road, but rather from worn-out shocks. 

The driver introduced himself as Clyde, and when asked, offered an explanation that he worked part time for Mr. Don doing odd jobs and so forth. He didn't elaborate and Tom didn't pursue it. 




Tom and Kitty's Adventure Pt. 03



Clyde knew the tourist patter well, and kept up a running commentary on the history of the Cayman Islands, and its early settlers. Kitty had recognized immediately upon meeting Clyde that he had the ubiquitous identifier of the long-time residents of the island: coffee-with-cream colored skin, as well as kinky red hair with lots of freckles. 

The ride seemed to take an inordinate amount of time as the car meandered down narrow winding roads, past the wildly popular tourist destination - the Turtle Farm. It was a breeding farm which combined research on the various species and protection of endangered, hurt and sick turtles of all sizes and colors. Tom could smell the tanks. Even as an ocean breeze blew over the farm buildings perched on the hillock rim above the ocean water. He made a mental note: they would not be visiting this smelly tourist site. The car continued on down the road, past ramshackle houses and dense tropical shrubbery as well as undeveloped sandy plots of land delineated with small wooden stakes and a sun faded sign advertising a future site of a beach front time-share community. It appeared the concept had fallen upon hard times. 

Kitty was getting anxious, she was aware how far out from George Town they had travelled and she knew that there would be no easy way back to the hotel - except with Don's direction and assistance - when he was ready to see them leave. She glanced over at Tom and realized that he seemed pensive, nervous so she slipped her hand along his muscular leg and took hold of his hand squeezing it tight. Tom turned his head toward Kitty visibly relaxing; he pulled her hand up to his lips and kissed the back of her hand. The couple exchanged an intimate look - each knowing instinctively what the other was conveying without words. 

The right-hand drive car had been steadily bouncing along the narrow road on the edge of a slight cliff. 

The couple was looking out over the brilliant blue sea when the driver made a sudden right turn off the road - inland, without even slowing down to indicate the abrupt change in direction. The white crushed-shell roadway meandered through a lush tropical forest of trees and shrubs for a short distance then just as suddenly, the car drove onto a paved driveway leading to a large, two-story white stucco house. It was surrounded by an immaculately maintained lawn with tall, stately palm trees along with flowering shrubs - nothing ostentatious, but rather simple, elegant and refined. 

Kitty was quite amazed; although she wasn't at all sure what she had expected Don's home would look like. She gave a discreet glance over at Tom's face, to catch his reaction, and she was surprised to see he appeared stunned. They had not discussed where the two men had hooked-up in those years before Kitty - Don had mentioned to her, taking Tom to his house - but now she wondered. She questioned, not for the first time since they met this weekend, how Don supported himself in this luxurious manner. Cayman was not cheap living for an American ex-pat, and this property did not reflect modest circumstances. 

Clyde, the driver stopped in the driveway adjacent to the front door. He exited the car - opening first one passenger door and then moving quickly to the other. The door to the residence swung wide and 

Don appeared in the doorway with a wine glass in hand, welcoming his guests enthusiastically to 'his humble home.' 

Don's enthusiasm seemed forced to Tom, but he wasn't sure what he had expected, nor did he particularly remember his former partner's bonhomie the previous night. Tom had been too drunk then to catch any subtleties of Don's mood. 

Their host greeted his guests with bear-hugs around each, escorting them into the colonial style house through a center hallway which led onto the patio with a pool toward the back of the house. The house was impeccably furnished with a mix of British and American antiques and expensive traditional furniture of a more recent vintage. Kitty was awe struck by the collection of rare paintings lining the hall from chair rail to ceiling. 

"Let's sit out on the breezeway. I love fresh air and really hate the air conditioning. For preservation of the oils and the delicate older pieces of furniture in the collection, I have to keep the AC on constantly. Naturally, it does make the evenings more comfortable, when we're entertaining." 

Both Tom and Kitty caught the remark and looked at each other furtively. 

"I've decided on few representative dishes for dinner this evening - reflecting the best of our island's cuisine; all locally sourced of course. Since we're going to be serving several lovely wines with these dishes, we'll stick with wine before the meal rather than anything heavier, which would deaden our palettes to these many exquisite tastes." Don had a slightly debauched glint in his eye. 

Tom saw the look and wondered what the evening had in store, but even more so, what he had dragooned Kitty into. The couple exchanged another unsettled look between them. 

Don gave Kitty an appreciative look - from her strappy sandals to the top of her salt and pepper head -lingering for a longer review at the bodice of her dress and the cleavage which revealed the ample breasts he remembered fondly sucking the previous night. 

With their host's offering, the guests accepted glasses of champagne for a celebratory toast. They sat comfortably on the covered breezeway enjoying the sights and sounds of the tropical estate when a door opened on the far side of the house, beyond the pool. A tall, voluptuous woman approached carrying a tray of hors d'oeuvres. Her pace as she walked toward the guests was punctuated with a sexy hip-thrusting gait. She had caramel-colored skin, high cheek bones and pouty full lips painted the color of hibiscus flowers. Kitty noticed the red hair and freckles immediately and surmised a Caymanian by birth. 

"Hello! My name is Leda. Welcome to our home!" The strikingly beautiful woman had on a string bikini -the top could barely support her full breasts which bounced slightly as she walked toward them on long, very shapely legs. She had tied a colorful fringed shawl low around her hips which separated as she took long strides toward them, revealing a tiny bikini bottom. Don introduced Leda to the couple without designating her role in his life. Tom politely stood for the woman as she approached them, but Kitty realized self-consciously that she was staring - mouth agape - as the provocatively beautiful woman approached them. Leda exuded charm as well as overt sexuality. Introductory pleasantries were exchanged, but clearly, Leda knew more about these two people than they did her. Kitty wondered, not for the first time, what they had gotten themselves into by accepting this invitation. 

Leda hugged Tom with a welcoming embrace and he could smell the spicy, tropical perfume which enveloped her; but he also recognized the faint, pungent smell of sex - recent sex. The woman then turned to Kitty and enveloped her with a hug that seemed to linger as her fingers lightly trailed along 

Kitty's back and under her arms - as if fitting her for a bra! Kitty was shocked by the intimate touch and reflexively pushed back on Leda's arms to separate from the embrace. 

The Caymanian woman seemed not to take offense but smiled at their guest, offering the tray of hors d'oeuvres. Kitty tried to compose herself from the shock of the intimate touching and the embarrassment of her reaction, so she glanced down at the tray to select a proffered canapé. Leda took the opportunity to caress Kitty's cheek and offer an apology for her forwardness. 

Tom could see that the exchange rattled Kitty, but he wasn't sure why. He hadn't noticed the intimate touching hand that Leda had extended in her greeting. Of course Don had noticed it, but he was concentrating his attention on Tom. 

"Let me show you around the house before dinner. We have the main house and three smaller guest suites. They were servant's quarters a couple of centuries ago but the whole property had been upgraded and renovated before I bought it - and I've added my own improvements over the years." 

Don stood abruptly and topped-off his guests' champagne flutes, then sauntered along the pool toward the back of the property. Kitty broke free from Leda's close physical presence and put her hand in Tom's as they strolled behind Don toward the beautifully landscaped gardens. "We'll take a leisurely walk around the gardens and then I'll show you the house, before supper." Out of the corner of his eye, Don glanced at Leda and she gave him a very slight nod of understanding; she remained on the patio as the couple followed him. 

Don opened the door of one of the guest cottages to reveal to Tom and Kitty a luxuriously appointed suite nestled into the greenery at the back of the property. He implied that the other cottages were in use, without specifying what that meant. The three people ambled down the garden paths through bougainvillea arches and along fragrantly scented masses of exotic flowering shrubs. It was truly a tropical paradise. Don led his guests around the property and the three of them re-entered the house via the front door. The spicy aroma of food preparation wafted toward them from further down the hallway. Don led them in that direction. Leda was standing in the high-ceiling dining room leaning over the long table, artfully arranging a centerpiece of fresh flowers cut from the garden. 

She had slipped into a loose-fitting, knee-length white caftan made of a gossamer material, and the light from the windows at the far end of the room revealed the silhouette of her body underneath - she was naked. Her full breasts swung freely as she leaned into her work. 

Leda immediately assumed hosting duties from Don, separating the two guests -Tom on one side of the wide table, Kitty across from him. Don watched his guests discreetly as he attended to opening several bottles of wine - red, white and more sparkling - being chilled on the sideboard. He returned to his guests with a bottle of wine in each hand - pro-offering a choice. 

"We are going to have a delicious meal with some incredibly good wines tonight. This is going to be a celebratory dinner party for intimate friends reunited, and new friends enjoying new experiences." Don smiled across the table at Kitty as he stood behind Tom pouring first a red, then the white wine into specifically designated glasses at Tom's place. 

Kitty saw the glint in Don's eye - amused, at his own clever remark with just a hint of lecherousness in his tone of voice. She realized that her fists were clenched in her lap and she was uncomfortably nervous. Leda moved behind Kitty and as she did so, slid her fingers along the top of the high-back chair, just brushing over Kitty's exposed shoulders and neckline. Instinctively Kitty moved forward away from the crowding gesture of Leda behind her. 

"Oh, don't move, Luv, there's plenty of room," Leda cooed as she ran her hand down over Kitty's shoulder to just above her breast, again lightly touching her chest with her fingers. Leda surmised that Kitty might not be wearing a bra, or at least not one offering much support for her lovely breasts. 

Tom watched Leda move behind Kitty and saw his lover's eyes flair as she was touched just above her breast as the hostess slid into the chair next to Kitty. Don, as host, was seated at the head of the table; however, Leda did not assume the chair facing Don at the opposite end of the dining table which might have indicated her position as the lady of the manor. 

Don offered a toast to the evening's reunion, and to new friends, as the four raised their glasses, gently touching the fine crystal rims, acknowledging each other. Again, Leda gained Kitty's attention with a touch at her elbow so the two women could share the toast; it was a light touch, but not as intimate as some of her more recent sly, sexually charged movements. 

Don rang a small bell on the table summoning a waiter in a white butler's jacket who appeared with small plates which were placed in front of each person: the first course offering of poached, fresh white fish seasoned with herbs in melted butter, decorated with colorful local flowers. The service was impeccably executed. As the meal proceeded, all four people seemed to relax slightly. When conversation lagged, each person tried to push along finding polite topics to discuss so that the silent gaps would not be overlong. 

Tom directed a question at Leda: "Your name is the same as a famous female character in Greek mythology - Leda and the Swan - am I correct?" 

Leda looked pleasantly surprised and amused. Glancing provocatively toward Don at the head of the table, she replied, "Yes, Don didn't like my given name, too parochial he thought. Since he is an art connoisseur, he selected it for me. He is my swan of course. Leda smiled mischievously at the double entendre. 

Kitty realized that she was getting light-headed from the many different wines she was sipping frequently to quell an unaccounted for thirst, and nervousness. Leda had discreetly directed the waiter to artfully overlook refilling Kitty's water glass. 

By the time the multicourse meal had progressed through dessert, the rich foods and various wines had everyone more relaxed and the conversation was flowing more evenly, with even an occasional laugh punctuating it for good measure. 

Don suggested a stroll in the garden for the two men, before cigars and brandy would be served on the verandah. Kitty was appalled at the exclusionary, sexist remark but bit her tongue and asked to be excused looking to Leda for directions the powder room...



Tom and Kitty's Adventure Pt. 04



Special thanks to drbob80 for help with this story arc! 

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"Let me show you the way. It can be a bit confusing in this old house full of so many long hallways." 

Leda pushed back her chair and stood. She quickly moved out of the dining room and into the central hallway, turning toward the wide grand staircase leading to the second level. The house may have been old, but it was beautifully maintained. All the antiques and paintings were carefully protected from the tropical heat and humidity by the very cool temperatures constantly blowing from the air conditioning. Kitty felt better moving around and the cold air revived her a bit. Leda guided Kitty into one of the guest suites and through the bedroom toward an elegantly appointed bathroom. Leda flipped on light switches and quietly escorted Kitty into the bathroom pointing out the amenities and opening door to the water closet - which annoyed Kitty - as if she couldn't have figured it out herself. 

When she finished in the toilet Kitty opened the door and was surprised to find Leda standing at the sink combing her hair. "Leda, you needn't have waited for me, I could have found my way back to the dining room." Her annoyance resonated in her tone of voice. 

Leda didn't turn toward the woman, but rather gave the American an amused look reflected in the mirror. Then with a slow, seductive move she turned her body toward Kitty and reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind Kitty's ear, as she did so she caressed the woman's cheek then trailed her fingers down along her jaw and neck to the bodice of Kitty's dress slowly running the tip of her finger around the areola which was just visible through the silky material. Leda starred into Kitty's eyes for a reaction. 

Kitty was shocked at the overt gesture of sexual intimacy but decided not to overreact. She simply attempted to step back away from the woman. Rather than putting distance between them, Leda stepped forward and slipped her arm around Kitty's waist and pulled her close while using her other hand to hold her jaw at the neck and placed a tongue probing kiss on Kitty's mouth. Kitty was caught off guard and attempted to step back further only to begin to lose her balance. Leda was taller and stronger than Kitty; she pushed the Kitty's ass against the vanity which arched her back over the sink so that she was at a disadvantage. 

The Caymanian woman pressed her body hard against Kitty restricting her movement as she stroked her neck and ran a hand down over her chest, roughly manipulating one nipple between her fingers and then massaging the breast with her palm. Leda took her eyes away from Kitty's while she looked down to enjoy the view of Kitty's nipples puckering at the touch; she bent close and flicked her tongue on the nipple and sucked it through the material which caused it to rub, the friction creating further arousal. 

Kitty cried out softly in surprise at the sensation the stimulation had caused in her lady parts. 

Kitty was almost at the point of giving in to the pleasurable touching - it felt quite good, but her rational and suddenly very sober mind told her to resist. She had never experienced the sexual stimulation of a woman's touch before and her mind clanged about in sexual confusion. 

Leda had the advantage of position and height; she pressed her body against Kitty and took the other woman's hand and guided it down under her caftan between her legs rubbing Kitty's fingers along her very moist cunt. Kitty immediately recoiled and attempted to pull her hand away. Leda held firm to her wrist and worked feverously with Kitty's hand rubbing the clenched fingers against Leda's own clit; the sensation was similar to a vibrator before penetration and it felt arousing to Leda. She knew how to achieve her own pleasure but the objective here was to delay her own gratification while showing Kitty a whole new way of enjoying sex - with a woman. 

Kitty's eyes were squeezed tight shut as if she could keep the sensations she was experiencing at bay. 

Leda had other ideas. "Open your eyes and look at me!" she commanded. 

Kitty was actually frightened at the tone of voice; it had a purring undercurrent of menace, but she did as she was instructed out of fear that she wouldn't know what was about to happen next. Leda smiled warmly at her, "There is nothing to be afraid of my dear, I will not hurt you; I intend to give you great pleasures and happiness tonight." 

With that - the woman released Kitty's hand and pulled away from her, but continued to physically be a presence in her personal space - so Kitty couldn't bolt. "This will be a world of new experiences for you. 

Don explained to me that you have never known the touch of another woman on your body. We know how to pleasure each other better than any man can. Come my lovely Kitty, I will show you how to reach orgasmic heights you did not know existed, no matter how great a lover you think your Tom is." 

The Caymanian woman slipped out of her caftan and stood in front of Kitty naked: Leda's coffee-colored skin, well-toned body, with her ample breasts still swaying slightly from the movement of her arms removing her clothes. 

"Touch my breasts with your hands... cup them with you palms as you have done to yourself. Feel them!" She instructed. "The sensation you feel touching me is how you react when Tom cups your breasts - yes? We both take the pleasure of that touch. It is much more sensual than touching a man's chest as they are not as sensitive, wired to the arousal of the manipulation of the nipple as we are in our cunts." Leda was leading Kitty to focus on the feelings she was experiencing while the woman slowly began to undress her - peeling Kitty's dress off and unhooking Kitty's strapless bra. Both items of clothing dropped to the floor which left Kitty standing facing Leda, tentatively touching the woman's breasts; Kitty's panties were the only piece of clothing still on her body. The two women continued to face each other, staring into each other's eyes, but Leda could see that despite Kitty's reservations she was responding, her breathing shallow, the pace of it quickening. 

And then Leda leaned forward and sucked one of Kitty's nipples into her mouth, while she tugged at the other roughly rolling it between her fingers pulling and pinching the nipple - causing it to blush pink from the friction. Kitty hic-coughed a sharp intake of breath and moaned slightly at the sensation of being touched, licked and sucked. The feeling was a similar to that when Tom put his mouth on her nipple, however Kitty realized her reaction to Leda's overture was more visceral. She was responding despite herself, she could feel wet between her legs and her breathing was raspy with need. 

Leda had purposely left Kitty's panties on but now she broke away from licking and running her tongue on the woman's nipples and slid her hands over the Kitty's hips and crooked a finger into the panties tugging her out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. Kitty didn't resist. 

Leda pushed the woman onto the smooth, cool silk sheets; Kitty fell backwards onto the bed. As her legs went up above her head Leda took the opportunity to grab the panties in one swoop and pulled them away. Nowvthe two women were naked and Leda fell forward onto Kitty enveloping her body, pinning her arms down with one hand, kissing her on the mouth and penetrating and probing deeply with her tongue. Despite herself, Kitty responded with her own tongue and the two women found erotic stimulation as each one explored the other with lips and tongues. 

Kitty was breathing hard and feeling the tingling sensations of arousal both in her puckered nipples and further down in her cunt, which had become very wet with anticipation of a penetration. 

The two women explored touching, stroking, and licking each other - taking turns, enjoying the tactile feel of skin on skin and the while Leda expertly pushed Kitty to respond on an ever higher plane reaching for that ultimate feeling of arousal just before climax. But Leda didn't want Kitty to enjoy that release just yet; she kept her stimulaion just out of the woman's orgasmic plateau. Kitty wanted it, needed it, but couldn't get there unless Leda allowed it. Kitty was becoming frantic with need and started making mewling noises of helpless desire. 

Leda slowed the pace slightly, stroking Kitty as she slid her body down over the other woman's belly and played her tongue quickly into her bellybutton, but only very briefly because her goal was in sight. Kitty was distracted with the need for her own sexual fulfillment; she had been moving her hips in a frantic motion of needed friction trying to achieve climax. 

With a quick motion, Leda moved down between Kitty's legs pushing them apart as she tongued the woman's smoothly waxed mound, but she didn't linger to enjoy it. Leda pushed aside the folds of Kitty's cunt with her tongue as she plunged into the moist, sweet taste of Kitty's labia and licked and flicked her tongue creating frenzy in Kitty of want and need. 

Kitty was wild with anticipation of orgasm - so close. She grabbed at Leda's head and pushed it holding it down toward her cunt needing more satisfaction from the pleasurable movements of the textured tongue on the most intimately sensitive parts of her body. The vulnerable hard clit responded to the other woman's practiced movement - probing Kitty's moist core - Leda took long licks, like a cat's tongue, enjoying the other woman's taste and smell of heightened sexual craving. 

She took Kitty's hand again and this time brought it into her own cunt and guided the woman's fingers to touch and probe and penetrate her in a rhythmic quick-paced motion. Kitty didn't try to remove her hand this time, she seemed to enjoy exploring and it excited her own want and desire by handling Leda. 

Kitty seemed to be mindful of how she responded to the pleasurable feeling when Tom intimately touched her, and Kitty surprised herself by using her fingers to thrum on the clit and then quickly push first her index finger and then another finger, and then another into the woman - stroking up and back in a slow but steady motion filling Leda's hole as she penetrated her. It was Leda's turn to respond excitedly to the manual stimulation and she moaned with pleasure and desire rocking her hips against 

Kitty's touch - she needed to come. 

The two women were moaning and rubbing against each other with desperate need for sexual fulfillment and release. Each woman moved on the other's body, pinning with arms and legs pushing and trying to satisfy the other, but seeking their own orgasmic relief as well. The sense of carnal craving was building and while each woman wanted to satisfy the other - selfishly their own gratification was paramount. 

Kitty shifted without warning, pushing Leda off her onto the bed and slipping her hips onto the woman's pubic bone seeking her hips to grind onto Leda to relieve the stress of the sexual itch - the ultimate need for satisfaction. 

The two women worked cooperatively, each complimenting the other's movements and physical cues with motions practiced in other sexual situations and slowly, steadily they were building to climax. Kitty surprised herself and came first. Exploding, grunting and shaking as the sensation rolled through her body as she came in waves - rippling over her in the most pleasurable sensations imaginable. 

Leda had attempted to hold herself in check not wanting to explode in an orgasm throwing the momentum of Kitty's climb to the peak - that first experience with another woman, but when Kitty exploded Leda was primed and released moments after. The two women held each other and rode the mind blowing joy of the sensation for as long as possible moaning and whimpering with delight in the experience. Both were left exhausted and breathing fast and hard to catch a steadying heart beat again. The afterglow of the sex was wonderfully relaxing, almost sleep inducing. 

After a few more moments to regain composure, Kitty reached her hand out gently touching Leda's cheek tracing her lips with the tip of her finger. "Thank you. I was very reluctant, as you realized, but you are a wonderful patient teacher. The experience was mind blowing. I am glad you were my first experience." She smiled and placed a chaste kiss on Leda's lips. 

Leda sat up on an elbow and leaned in to return the kiss and then took a moment to flick her tongue on one of Kitty's puckered nipples biting it softly between her teeth. "You're most welcome, anytime." And she smiled but it was a slightly mischievous smile on Leda's face. 

The door suddenly swung open and Don charged into the room breaking the mood. "Is this a private party or can we join in?" He seemed a little tipsy and both women reacted with annoyance at the abrupt interruption of their sexual afterglow. Neither woman tried to cover themselves. However, Kitty did look beyond Don's shoulder, noticing the very worried expression on Tom's face as he hovered just beyond the doorway and peered into the room at the two women on the bed. 

Don had two empty glasses and a fresh bottle of Krug - one of Kitty's favorite champagnes. He sat down on the bed near Kitty's legs. Kitty pulled herself up so that she was lying on her side with her head supported in the palm of her hand; her legs were stretched out and crossed at the ankles. She was keeping a wary eye on Don and Leda. Tom was now sitting at the foot of the bed with his legs crossed Indian fashion and a pillow on his lap, looking a bit like a dorky teddy bear; sheepishly he looked like he'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Leda had taken the opportunity to quietly slip off the bed and discreetly move into the bathroom. Don asked Kitty, "Care for a fresh one?" holding out a glass of bubbly. 

As Kitty glanced toward the glass to accept it, she noticed Leda had already returned into the room. She was holding an empty wine glass used earlier in the evening and left in the bathroom. Leda set her glass down on the end table and moved around the circular bed until she was behind Tom - who seemed to be sitting up straighter anticipating her next move. He looked over his shoulder trying to get a better view of what Leda's next move might be. As Leda moved toward the edge of the bed, Kitty was suddenly transfixed by what she was looking at; she lost all notice of Don's presence beside her. Absentmindedly Kitty drank the contents in her glass while trying to maneuver for a better view of just what it was that Leda was doing. Don put his hand down on the bed near Kitty's thigh and stretched out in the narrow space remaining next to Kitty on the side of the bed. 

With a bit of a glint of debauchery in his eye and a smartass tone in his voice Don asked, "Did you miss that before?" knowing full well of the intimacies Kitty and Leda had shared earlier. Without taking her eyes off Leda, Kitty said, "That looks so real - it looks hard and soft at the same time." 

Kitty had finished her champagne and presented her empty glass in Don's direction for a refill while keeping her eyes transfixed on Leda. 

"Easy now," Leda said to Tom. "Don't be so nervous, I'm not going to tickle you. I just want to hold your head in my hands... like this... while I brush my lips along the nape of your neck... like this... mmmmm... now that's not so bad, is it?" 

Don and Kitty's eyes were glued to watching what was going on. Kitty hadn't moved and neither had Don. When Leda next moved her fingertips up Tom's arms to his shoulders, she moved them over and down his chest - circling his nipples and slowly starting to bring Tom under her control. 

It was then that Kitty focused on the long nightgown Leda had slipped on while in the bathroom - a beautiful black gown with glistening gold guipure lace at the bodice with a dramatic slit - and saw that as Leda stood behind Tom the slit parted to reveal that generous cock - a Feeldoe, strapless strap-on. 

"She's really quite good with it, which I think you'll see very shortly." Don again refilled Kitty's glass but rather than handing it to her straight away, he gently touched the glass to her knee and slid it up her thigh where her hand was resting. "Ohhhh, that is cold!" Kitty said as she shivered from her shoulders down her body as goose-bumps were raised up on her thigh along the trail of condensation from the glass. Just as she took hold of the glass, Don leaned over and slowly ran his tongue along the watery trail sucking and licking the moisture off, before it had a chance to run off the top of her thigh. 

"Ooohhhh! Now that's warm..." Kitty murmured. 

"Shhh, watch what happens." Don said as he tipped his glass toward Kitty. 

Leda had moved nearer to Tom's side; bringing one hand to her mouth, then down to stroke her cock, obviously getting ready for her next maneuver. Leda took her strapless cock in one hand, and brought the other hand up to Tom's neck near the side of his face where she traced her fingertip around his lips, along his jawbone seductively near his ear. Leda slowly turned Tom's head and pulled him toward her cock. Without hesitation Tom ran his tongue around the head. His hand grasped the cock steadying it so he could slowly open his mouth over the head slowly moving his mouth up and down as the glistening shaft disappeared into his mouth. Yes, Tom clearly had experience with sucking cock as he had done it many years before and it seemed comfortably familiar and completely satisfying to him. 

Kitty almost swallowed her fingers as she emptied her glass again. She hadn't noticed that Don had moved away from her and toward Tom and Leda. When she realized his departure, she also noticed that the robe Don was wearing was a perfect complement to Leda's satin gown, although much shorter. It was only then that Kitty realized how perfect Don's legs appeared - the calves narrowing down to the ankles - and they looked so smooth. 

Tom had taken all of Leda's cock into his mouth and was murmuring hungrily as he lifted his head off the cock slowly and then drilled his mouth down on it again, taking every bit of it into his mouth. Kitty had a lot of experience with Tom's mouth and knew damned well that most of Leda's strapless cock was now down his throat. Kitty inadvertently giggled softly at the thought, as she replayed in her mind the scene from 'Deep Throat' when Dr. Young finds his patient Linda has her clitoris in her throat and can only achieve orgasm by having a long cock down her throat. Kitty refilled her drink but almost poured her refill on the nightstand while watching her lover expertly make love to the beautifully long, hard cock that was smooth and silky soft on the outside of the shaft. Kitty wanted that cock. 

Don had moved beside Leda and was now running his fingers through Tom's hair from the front to back of his head, massaging around his neck and over his ears. Kitty saw Don release the sash from his robe and step forward as his cock appeared from underneath that sexy satin robe. Don held his cock out next to Leda's - Kitty's jaw dropped, and hung open, as she compared the two cocks. They were absolutely identical. Kitty took another sip of her champagne and muttered to herself, "How in-the-hell did they do that?" 

Leda leaned back just a bit, as Don leaned in - an almost seamless transition as Don's cock disappeared down Tom's throat. Don's head went back and his eyes closed, "Oh yes, baby - you know how to suck me... and I love it!" 

Tom responded to Don's voice with a deep guttural moan of ecstasy as he reached out putting his hand on the back of Don's thigh and ran it up to his ass pulling that cock ever deeper into his mouth. 

"Yes baby! Let me fuck that pussy mouth of yours. I want to feel your lips tighten on the base of my cock while I fuck your pretty mouth. That's it baby, that's where it's at... all the way down." Don moaned in pleasure. 




Tom and Kitty's Adventure Pt. 04



Kitty watched in amazement as Tom responded to the encouraging words, pulling Don's cock further into his mouth while continuing to squeeze Don's ass tightly. 

Kitty felt a hand on her shoulder and turned to see Leda with a glass in each hand. "I can see from your nipples and how you've been rubbing your legs together that you find this more than casually exciting." 

Kitty reached for the glass from Leda who was holding it at her waist height. Beyond the glass was that cock. Kitty took hold of the glass and stared. It had the look of a real cock, and slowly the scene behind her faded as she reached out and traced her finger around the head of that cock. It was smooth and warm - slippery with a drip of pre-cum. She ran her hand down the shaft to its source which Leda held in her cunt with the tight grip of her pelvic muscles. Leda groaned at the touch from deep inside her throat. 

Kitty took the cock in her hand and leaned forward so she could press it to her cheek and pass it across her lips. The heat she felt seemed real, alive. She traced it across her upper lip and up on her cheek so that the head and part of the shaft went across the bridge of her nose before she opened her lips and brought them down over Leda's cock. 

Kitty wanted to feel that cock in her mouth, taste it and run her tongue all over it. She was aware of Leda's fingernails running along her neck and through her hair, tracing circles on her scalp. She reached out for Leda and her hands went to her ass. Leda leaned into Kitty and she could feel gentle pressure as she swirled her tongue over the cock. Kitty's fingertips traced down between the cheeks of Leda's ass. She grabbed those cheeks and gently squeezed them and then pulled them apart - repeatedly. Kitty felt she was alone in the room with the cock sliding in and out of her mouth. 

Kitty felt Leda's hands on her face and the back of her neck. This was a rhythm that Kitty had never felt before but she knew for damned sure that this cock had to go deeper inside her. She inched her way around to the top of Leda's thighs and cupped her hand and started massaging Leda's pussy while keeping her thumb over Leda's clit, which was like a little man, standing up in a boat. 

As Leda started to push her pussy into Kitty's hand, Kitty inserted a finger into Leda and found the spot she wanted - it was right where hers was. She inserted another finger and could feel Leda shudder as warm juices started to flow over Kitty's fingers. Leda grabbed Kitty's hair and whispered hoarsely, "I'm going to fuck your pussy face tonight and make you come over and over." 

Kitty felt Leda come again and then - she abruptly pulled out of Kitty's mouth. The surrounding sounds in the room slowly began to be heard by Kitty as she opened her eyes and slowly looked up at Leda. From somewhere nearby she heard someone say, "Holy Cow Hot Lips - don't stop now!" 

Kitty felt the muscles all around Leda's waist, her ass and her legs going tense, trembling into Kitty's hands as another wave of pleasure rewarded Kitty's expertise. Kitty herself felt that wonderful sensation of heat rising up through her body to her neck, cheeks and mouth as she continued to fuck Leda's pussy with her hands and be fucked by Leda's amazing strapless dildo. She knew her own climax was coming and she felt a mouth on one nipple, fingers squeezing gently on the other. She really couldn't put the pieces together, but she also really didn't care right then. She felt herself moving slightly, gently and realized that she was kneeling on the bed in front of Leda - under her, between her and the bed - was Tom. 

Kitty, with a cock in her mouth and a handful of pussy, was trying to figure out exactly who was where... but by then she felt the head of Tom's cock stroking back and forth from her ass to her clit arousing her further, until she no longer cared what the human geography was. 

Between the sensual, tactile rubbing and the bubbly euphoria of the champagne, Kitty was moving toward climax again. Tom pushed into Kitty and she offered all she had to the cock that was slowly filling her pussy. She felt a hand move her hand away from Leda's pussy and realized Tom had replaced her hand with his tongue and the ever lithe Leda was now straddling Tom's face while fucking Kitty's. Tom's chin was just inches from Kitty's and the rhythm was hypnotic. Kitty's mouth, Leda's cock, Tom's cock and Kitty's pussy - all perfectly orchestrated. 

Despite the fatigue of over stimulation, Kitty moved closer and closer to climax. Everything felt wonderful and Kitty just briefly thought about how wonderful it would be to have a strapless cock so that she could afford this pleasure to others. The hands on her hips moved to her thighs, front then back and then fingers trailing the inside of her thighs to her penetrated pussy... then around her hips to her ass and trailing from the base of her spine across her rosy puckered hole and back to her pussy. She could feel a finger sliding into her pussy, just stretching it enough to tighten the pressure Tom's cock had on her clit, as it continued its rhythmic work. The finger slid out and pressed against her puckered hole. 

Kitty tensed for a moment, but then she felt a mouth sucking on her ass cheeks and gently nipping at them. The sensation pleased Kitty and she relaxed. The finger pressed forward and Kitty rhythmically pressed back against it. She now felt detached as she moved her mouth forward over Leda's cock, clenching her pussy on Tom's cock while she felt what she knew was the head of a cock on her ass. Kitty had no control anymore; she had been enveloped in the moment. Cock in mouth, pussy and ass, it all felt so good. From somewhere in the recesses of her mind flashed a thought of the tale of the Fisherman's Wife and now she felt the eroticism she had always experienced when looking at that painting, but now in a much different, more appreciative way. 

Kitty was now fully penetrated and experiencing a level of arousal and satisfaction entirely new to her. She felt it coming, moving inside her, muscles completely in synch - but at the same time utterly out of control. Her breathing quickened and she felt Leda's cock go further into her mouth and throat - it felt like it was pulsing on its own. She grabbed Leda's ass and pulled it as hard as she could into her. Tom's cock and what she suddenly realized was Don's cock, were moving in and out of her filling her body with a heat building like a volcano beginning to erupt. 

Kitty felt as if she had a clit in her throat, her cunt as well as her ass and they were all going to bring her to orgasm at the same time... and they did! She pulled her mouth off Leda's cock and hung onto her hips as the waves started. "Oh, fuck me hard - give me your cock now, all the way in, fuck me, fuck me!" 

She felt Leda grab her hair and pull her head back, her mouth instinctively fell open and she felt Leda's lips enter her mouth and encircle her tongue. Leda started moving her head up and down on Kitty's tongue like it was a cock. Kitty felt Leda's lips sucking and releasing her tongue while Leda's tongue moved around Kitty's as if it was the head of Kitty's cock. 

What Leda was doing was driving Kitty orgasmic-ally insane. Between the multiple cocks in her ass and pussy - she now had Leda jerking off her tongue. Kitty wrapped her hands around Leda's neck and head on as her body seemed to take off on its own. She could feel the rhythmic pumping of the cocks that filled her ass as they filled her with spurt after spurt of cum. 

Without ever breaking the kiss, Leda held Kitty in her arms and gently laid her head on the satin pillow. She pulled back from Kitty, but her hands caressed the rumpled hair around Kitty's temples tracing her fingers down to Kitty's lips. Leda leaned in and kissed Kitty softly on the lips then moved to whisper in her ear - "Thank you." 

The two long-time lovers, Tom and Kitty, had drifted off in exhausted sleep entwined around each other in the big round bed. 

Kitty awakened sometime later with Tom lying next to her with his head propped on his elbow, with a bit of a furrowed brow - "You okay?" he asked, "You all right?" Kitty knew Tom was concerned about the fact that they had been where they had never gone before. She hesitated with no expression visible on her face, just staring at him. Finally, she stretched her arms over her head, stretched her legs out and looked him in the eye and with a smile said - "You bet your sweet ass I'm okay!" 

Tom collapsed into Kitty, burying his head between her neck and shoulders as she hugged him tightly. His breathing was coming in quick gasps of relief but was starting to slow down. It was a rhythm Kitty loved to hear, and to feel. She slowly relaxed feeling Tom's cock as it did the little herky-jerky thing it did when her lover had spent his last. She slowly released her legs from around his ass and lay back on the bed as she felt Tom slowly withdraw, almost on auto-pilot from her. She felt the warm rivets of his juices slowly escape and run down her thighs. Oh my, she thought - it just doesn't get any better than this. 

As Kitty lowered her arms from around Tom's neck and let them fall on the bed above her head, she heard a low catcall come from somewhere nearby, snapping her back into reality and causing Tom to almost levitate off of the bed in surprise. 

Tom's acrobatics elicited both a hearty laugh and a somewhat higher pitched gasp and laugh. Tom and Kitty both looked towards the doorway to see Don leaning against the jamb as Leda walked through the double doors toward their bed. Don followed Leda into the bedroom and the two of them stood at the foot of the bed. 

"Well," Don said, "if it weren't for the awkward dismount - that would have earned a ten from any judge. I must tell you, the two of you put on one of the most erotic and sensual shows I've ever had the privilege to watch. I would love to have the opportunity to match music to your lovemaking. Matching the tempo would pull from Barry White to Schulhoff... exquisite, just exquisite. 

"And I would not be honest if I did not admit that both Leda and I were thoroughly aroused, aroused to the point of needing release." 

Kitty listened to what was being said, but still a little foggy, having just come down from the peak of sexual satisfaction to find both she and Tom in this surreal scenario. 

The tinkling of glasses colliding together in Don's hand could be heard as he strode over with a fresh set of glasses and another bottle of Krug - chilled to a perfect fifty degrees, of course. 

"Anyone thirsty? Anyone here work up an appetite? I've ordered a hearty breakfast, it'll be ready shortly. In the meantime, let's have a sip of the bubbly and make plans our next reunion... hopefully to be before so many more years pass by again."