Awakenings Ch. 23

Rolling her eyes, Tricia said, "Whatever."

Jeanne grabbed my hand. "Come on studman, you and I have some business to attend to." She pulled me into the elevator.

Jodie, Tricia and Paul followed us. As soon as the doors closed Jodie said, "Thank you for doing this dad. This is going to be the best Christmas ever."

Paul said, "She's right sir and thank you for including me. I've never been on a trip like this."

Smiling, I said, "Jodie I'm glad we were able to do it. Spending Thanksgiving away from you was awful. I couldn't bear the thought of being separated at Christmas. Paul I'm pleased you were able to join us. As far as I'm concerned you have an open invitation to all of our family gatherings."

Jeanne said, "I concur."

Nodding Jodie said, "Me too."

Paul was smiling. Tricia stood with her back to us. She was miffed.

Their rooms were on the seventh floor. Our suite was on the ninth floor. As soon as the elevator doors opened Tricia grabbed Paul's hand and without comment dragged him out of the elevator.

Jodie followed them, but as she stepped out of the elevator she turned to us and said, "Have fun."

Jeanne answered, "Believe me Jodie, we're going to."

Grinning at both of us she turned and hurried to her room.

The elevator doors closed. Jeanne turned to me, wrapped her arms around my neck and said, "I've been looking forward to this moment for six weeks."

"Me too."

She kissed me. I kissed her back. Reaching down, Jeanne felt my erection. Her kiss had created the desired effect. I was stiff, very stiff. As she rubbed me she said, "I love the feel of a hard cock."

"I know you do."

"Is that okay?"

"Yes, it's very okay."

"I'm so glad."

The elevator doors opened. Jeanne pulled me into the hallway. As we were walking to our room the doors to the elevator next to the one we'd used opened. A bellman stepped out. He was carrying Jeanne's bag. He followed us to our suite.

I opened the door. Jeanne stepped inside, took one look and said, "Michael, this is magnificent."

I smiled. Behind us, the bellman said, "The suites at this hotel are very nice."

"They really are." Jeanne answered, but her attention was focused on the sitting room. A red velvet love seat and a stuffed chair occupied the center of the room. A flat screen television was mounted on the wall in front of the love seat and chair. The mahogany coffee table, two end tables and the writing desk and chair were a matched set. A large oil painting, a still life, hung on the wall above the desk. Next to the desk a set of French doors led to the balcony.

The bellman carried Jeanne's bag into the bedroom. When he returned I noticed that he took a long look at Jeanne's ample cleavage. I couldn't blame him. Her cleavage kept catching my eyes too.

I placed a folded ten dollar bill in his hand. He smiled and said, "Thank you sir, if there's anything we can do for you, anything at all please call us."

"I will."

As soon as the bellman was gone, Jeanne said, "Michael, this room is incredible."

"It is nice, isn't it."

"I love it."

The small artificial Christmas tree I'd purchased the previous day was on the writing desk. Pointing towards it, Jeanne asked, "Did that come with the room?"

Shaking my head, I answered, "No, I bought it yesterday at a gift shop."

Laughing, Jeanne said, "You put together the perfect Christmas holiday for us."

"I tried."

"Lets go into the bedroom. I know the ideal way to start this holiday."

"Before we do that there's something else I'd like to show you."

"Okay."

I walked over to the French doors and opened them. "Take a look out here."

Jeanne and I stepped out onto the balcony. The River Walk was nine stories below us. People were sitting in sidewalk bistros sipping margaritas and beer. Others were walking along the sidewalks that flanked the river. The shops, restaurants and hotels were all decorated for the holidays. A barge laden with tourists was slowly winding its way up the river. In the background a mariachi band played Christmas songs.

"Michael, it's beautiful."

"I thought you'd like it."

"I do, but lets go inside. We still have some pressing business to attend to before we meet the girls and Paul."

"I like this plan."

Taking my hand, Jeanne pulled me through the sitting room into the bedroom where she let go of my hand and turned so she was facing me. "Michael, do you like my blouse."

"I love your blouse." Chuckling, I added, "The bellman also liked it."

"He did, didn't he. I got a lot of stares on the plane too."

"I'll bet you did."

"Does that bother you?"

"Not a bit, in fact I'm enjoying it. Does it bother you?"

"Not at all, I'm a slut Michael. Your wife is a slut."

"I know that and I couldn't be happier about it."

Reaching behind her neck, Jeanne unfastened the halter that held her blouse in place. As she pulled her blouse down to her waist exposing her large breasts, she said, "During the last several months a number of men have played with these breasts."

"I know."

"It's important to me that you know that they will always be yours and anytime you want to stop sharing them with other men, all you have to do is tell me."

"I know that too. Right now I'd just like to enjoy them."

"You're welcome to do that, but I have another idea."

"Tell me."

"Take off your pants."

"I think your game might be a little risque."

"No, this game is very risque."

"I like the sound of this."

"Take off your pants."

"If I show you mine you have to promise to show me yours."

"Believe me, I plan to do exactly that."

I quickly took off my shoes, socks, shirt, trousers and boxers. At the same time Jeanne removed her blouse, slacks and high heels.

"You're still wearing panties. That's not fair."

"I was thinking you might like to take them off with your teeth."

"Is that a challenge?"

"Definitely."

"If I succeed is there a reward?"

"Oh yes."

"Tell me."

"You'll get a blow job that you'll still fondly remember when you're a very old man."

"That's a bold statement. Want to put your money where your mouth is?"

"No need, my mouth can cover this on its own."

"I'm sure it can.

I slipped to my knees. Jeanne was wearing a pale yellow lace thong. Placing my hands on her hips to steady myself I drew the right side of the waist band out with my teeth and tugged it down her hip. The opposite side of the thong hung on her hip, so I was only able to lower this side a few inches.

"It's not that easy."

Turning Jeanne so that her other hip was in front of me, I said, "Brick by brick my dear, Rome was built brick by brick."

Jeanne was giggling as I tried to pull that side down. I didn't make much progress. The thong was caught in the crack of her ass. I turned her farther. Her gorgeous rear was now in front of me. I kissed each of her cheeks.

"Is that part of the process?"

"Just a little artistic embellishment."

"I like artistic embellishment."

"Me too."

I pulled the waistband above Jeanne's rear out and tugged it down to her thighs and then spreading her cheeks with my hands I kissed her puckered anus.

"More artistic embellishment?"

"Yup."

"It was a nice touch."

"I liked it."

I turned Jeanne around so she was facing me. Her still covered pussy was directly in front of my face. I kissed it.

"Artistic embellishment really does enhance this game."

Nodding, I grasped the waistband in the front of Jeanne's thong with my teeth, pulled it out and tugged it down to her thighs exposing her bald mound and lips. "I see you're still shaving."

"I like to be well groomed. Do you like it?"

"Very much." I kissed Jeanne's bare cleft and then I briefly probed her with my tongue. She was wet.

Jeanne's breath caught. "Oh my."

"Sit down on the bed."

"Is that allowed?"

"I believe we only established one rule, I have to use my teeth."

"Okay." Jeanne sat down on the edge of the bed.

Grasping the crotch of her panties between my teeth I tugged them to her knees. Jeanne lifted her legs. I pulled her thong the rest of the way off.

"You succeeded in fulfilling your quest. It's time for your reward." Jeanne started to stand up.

I stopped her. "Not yet, we still have the grand finale."

"The grand finale?"

"Definitely, lie back on the bed."

"I had no idea that artistic embellishment could add so much enjoyment to a game." Jeanne positioned herself so she was lying on her back, her head resting on two pillows."

As I crawled between her parted thighs I said in my best Humphrey Bogart imitation, "Stick with me kid, I'll take you to places you've never even imagined.

Jeanne started laughing, but then I kissed her cunt. Her laughter turned into a gasp.

I tried to remember everything I'd learned from Amy and Mel. I started with butterfly kisses.

"Michael, that feels wonderful."

As my lips grazed Jeanne's cleft I felt her moisture beading up. I gave her a firm kiss. Her breath caught. I gave her another kiss only this time I held it and extended my tongue. At first I just tickled her, but our mutual arousal was mounting. My tickling quickly turned into passionate French kisses.

Jeanne responded by pressing her sex into my face. She was now wet, sopping wet. I licked her, long slow licks that started at the base of her cunt, slowly rose to her clit and then returned to the base of her cunt again.

Jeanne pushed her hips forward exposing her anus. I knew what she wanted. During our telephone conversations while I was Tucson Jeanne had been very open about her penchant for anal play. I decided to tease her. Each time my tongue returned to the base of her cunt I came a little closer and lingered just a little longer near that illicit place.

I could feel Jeanne's excitement and anticipation escalating. Amy and Mel had taught me that delaying satisfaction often results in more intense pleasure. I wanted Jeanne to have a memorable orgasm. I began another ascent with my tongue. When I reached the pinnacle of my ascendance I gave Jeanne's clit several flicks and started my descent.

No longer able to contain her excitement, Jeanne pulled her feet back, thrust her hips farther forward and cried, "Do it Michael, please do it. Don't tease me anymore. Lick my asshole."

Smiling, I pushed my hands under Jeanne's cheeks, raised her up and moved directly to her anus. As I pushed my tongue into her ass Jeanne squealed with delight. For a minute or maybe two, I kissed her and licked her while I massaged her engorged clitoris with my thumb.

And then it was time to take Jeanne to the next level. Jeanne sighed as I pulled away from her ass, but I had a brand new experience for her. I put my index finger in my mouth. After getting it nice and wet I slowly pushed it into Jeanne's asshole.

"Micheal."

"Yes Jeanne."

"That feels really good."

"There's more."

"Oh my."

I pulled my finger out of Jeanne's ass, got it wet again and pushed it back in up to the second knuckle. At the same time I moved up to Jeanne's clit, sucked it into my mouth and started flicking it with my tongue while I pumped my finger in and out of her anus.

Jeanne cried, "Micheal, oh my god!" And then she started bucking her hips while sucked her clit and finger fucked her asshole.

It took less than a minute. Jeanne's orgasm was volcanic. When she finally recovered she sat up, shook her head and asked, "Where did you learn to do that?" But then she laughed and said, "Of course, Amy and Mel taught you."

As I pulled myself up next to Jeanne, I said, "Cuckold boot camp, it was part of my basic training."

"Every husband should have to go through cuckold boot camp."

"I agree."

Giggling, Jeanne said, "While you were going through cuckold boot camp I was getting my slut degree at Brady's Institute for promiscuous women. Can I show you what I learned?"

"Definitely."

"Make yourself comfortable."

I lay back on the pillows and closed my eyes. Jeanne moved down the bed so she was lying next to my hips. Her fingers grasped my erection. She squeezed me. Her touch was gentle. I felt her warm breath on the head of my cock and then still squeezing me, she kissed it. Pleasure radiated through my loins.

Jeanne kissed me again and then she sat up. "Michael, I love cocks. They're beguiling, fascinating, even mesmerizing."

I smiled.

"Do you remember when you played that masturbation game with Mel and Amy?"

"Of course."

"Before you played the game didn't you and Mel go down on each other?"

"Yes we did."

"And the purpose wasn't to give each other pleasure, it was to take pleasure from what you were doing."

"That's right, she was trying to help me understand why you enjoy Brady's so much."

"She was right. When I give a guy a blow job behind Brady's I'm doing it solely for my own pleasure. Playing with a cock, sucking a cock is fun."

"I understand."

"When I was with Trent I was trying to give him pleasure, but that was still my secondary concern. When I'm with any man but you, my own pleasure is always my primary concern."

"Okay."

"With you it's different. I love you. Pleasing you makes me happy. Don't misunderstand what I'm saying, sucking your cock is going to give me a great deal of pleasure, but when I'm with you your enjoyment is more important to me than getting pleasure myself."

"I feel the same when I'm going down on you. Making love to your pussy is unbelievably exciting, but the real pleasure comes from seeing you enjoying yourself."

Giggling, Jeanne said, "That last session must have made you very happy because I really enjoyed it."

"It did."

"Michael, I want you to enjoy this. I want to please you right now. I want you to let yourself go. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. I promise you that I'll be enjoying everything I'm doing to you."

"You're going to deep throat me, aren't you."

"Yes I am and I don't want you to be concerned about me. I will be fine. I just want you to enjoy it."

"Okay."

"Are you ready?"

"Yes."

"I'm going to suck you first."

"I'll like that."

"I know you will."

I lay back and took several slow breaths.

"Spread your legs."

I did.

Jeanne keeled next to me and leaned over. Supporting herself with her left hand, she wrapped her right hand around my cock and gave it a firm squeeze. My breath caught.

Giggling, Jeanne gave my cock several quick strokes. "Does that feel good?"

"You know it does."

"Sometime this week I want to jack you off, just for fun. Maybe we could watch one of your movies while I'm doing it."

"If you're lying next to me naked, I don't think we'll need the dirty movie."

"Nope, I want to do it while we're watching porn. That will make it even more fun."

"I won't argue."

"Maybe we could masturbate each other at the same time. That would be really fun."

"You've clearly developed a fondness for adventure."

"I have, is that all right."

"Oh yes."

"Amy and Mel whetted your appetite for adventure too, didn't they."

"Yes they did."

"Are you ready for a little more adventure right now?"

"Yup."

Jeanne bent down, slipped my cock into her mouth and started sucking me.

Chuckling, I said, "That's some serious adventure."

"Shh, no more talking, just enjoy." Jeanne moved the hand that had been stroking my cock down to my balls and started massaging them.

I suddenly lost all interest in further conversation.

Jeanne sucked me for a minute or two and then she took my cock out of her mouth, grasped it with her hand and started licking it like it was an ice cream cone. That was good too.

For several minutes Jeanne alternated between sucking me and licking me. I would have been content to continue that routine for the rest of the afternoon, but Jeanne had other ideas. Suddenly sitting up, she repositioned herself between my spread legs and lay down on her stomach. I knew exactly what was about to happen. I was receiving the full package. Jeanne was making sure I knew that no one, not Trent, not anyone, received better treatment than I did. I was now sufficiently confident about Jeanne's love for me that it wasn't necessary, but it was still a nice gesture on her part.

Jeanne wrapped the fingers of her left hand around the shaft of my cock. At the same time she cradled my balls in the palm of her right hand. Her touch was firm but comfortable. Her substantial experience was evident.

For a moment she stroked my cock while she massaged my testicles, but then she released them and gently pushed the back of my left thigh up. Realizing what she wanted, I helped her. I pulled my feet back which raised my hips exposing my ass.

Still stroking my cock, Jeanne pressed her lips to my anus. I was tense. I suspected that Jeanne was too. We both knew this wasn't my favorite pleasure. I much preferred to give than to receive. Still I was used to it. With Amy and Mel it had been a regular part of an evening's fun and they'd made it clear that sometimes it was polite to let others give too.

I closed my eyes, forced myself to relax and enjoyed the sensations Jeanne was creating with her hands and tongue. It was actually quite easy. She'd become amazingly adept.

After several very pleasurable minutes Jeanne sat up. Smiling at me, she said, "It's time."

Smiling back, I said, "I'm ready."

Jeanne spit on her hands and rolled my cock between them like she was making a rope of clay. It felt pretty good, in fact she could have done that for the remainder of the afternoon, but that wasn't her agenda. Instead she bent over, slipped my cock into her mouth and sucked me. Once again I was happy, but I knew this was also just another warm up drill.

After a moment Jeanne took my cock out of her mouth. Holding it just below her lips, she spit on the head. Using her tongue, she coated my entire erection with her spit, then she repeated the process. I watched. After the second time she slipped my cock back into her mouth and slowly swallowed it.

I was excited, surprisingly excited. While Jeanne's assurance that she was not only comfortable doing this, she enjoyed it, had certainly helped me relax and enjoy it too, there was more. There was something about the way Jeanne was swallowing my cock that differed from the way Amy and Mel had done it.

I immediately recognized what it was. When Amy and Mel did this to me they both kept their attention focused on my cock. Jeanne stared into my eyes while she swallowed me. It was a striking difference. With Amy and Mel I had the impression they were performing a service for me. Jeanne was giving herself to me. Amy and Mel were professionals. Jeanne was a slut.

An avowed voyeur, the idea of being married to a wanton slut was extraordinarily exciting. As I watched Jeanne swallow my cock I imagined myself sitting in an easy chair in our living room. Jeanne and her paramour of the moment were on the other side of the room oblivious to my presence. He was seated on the couch. His trousers and underwear were lying next to him. Naked, Jeanne was kneeling on the floor between his legs giving him a blow job. I could see her staring up into his eyes as she deep throated him. He was staring back, smiling. My wife gave fabulous head.

Suddenly I felt the sensations of pleasure in my loins building to a crescendo. I was about to orgasm. My cock was buried in Jeanne's throat. Concerned that she might choke on my semen, I warned her, "Jeanne, I'm going to cum."

Nodding Jeanne pulled back. The head of my cock slipped out of her throat. She began vigorously sucking me. I exploded. Jeanne continued sucking me while I ejaculated into her mouth. Gradually my orgasm subsided.

When Jeanne felt my erection softening she took it out of her mouth, kissed the head and looked up at me. "You seemed to enjoy that."

"I did."

"Especially at the end. I don't think I've ever seen you that excited, not even in San Francisco. Is this the result of the time you spent with Amy and Mel?"