A Fantasy Weekend

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

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

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

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

"Now where?" she enquired innocently.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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"Happy?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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