Sunday Morning Going Up

When she said that, I couldn't help but remember how Mia had looked in her bikini before Don and I had left to go fishing. The idea of being with a new woman after so many years suddenly sounded very appealing. Still, I wanted to be sure about Felicia's feelings.

"Corazón, are you sure? We're having a wonderful weekend together, and I'd be perfectly happy to concentrate all my time and attention on you," I said, taking her hands in mine.

"Let's do it," she said, squeezing my hands to emphasize her words. "It'll be an adventure, something to spice things up and bring us closer together. If it turns out we don't like it, we don't have to do it again."

I could see that her mind was made up and, to be truthful, the more I thought about Mia, the more interested I became. The way she pressed herself against me when we were dancing and some of the things she said now took on a new light. The fact that such a sexy woman was interested in me certainly was an ego boost.

I tried to hide my growing eagerness. "Okay, if that's what you want, let's do it."

Needless to say, when we met Don and Mia for dinner, the atmosphere was highly charged. It was immediately obvious that both women had dressed to impress: Felicia in red and Mia in black. Both dresses did more than just hint at the delights lying underneath.

When we were shown to our booth at the restaurant, Felicia sat with Don and Mia slid in next to me. In no time I felt Mia's slim fingers on my knee, and I was pretty sure that Don and Felicia were similarly active. We were all somewhat giddy, and the waiter must have guessed that something was going on, although we tried to be discreet. But when I slid my hand high under Mia's skirt, her gasp was audible at the next table. The moisture I detected in her panties only served to ratchet up my own arousal.

By the time dinner was over, I was ready to take things to the next level, but the ladies wanted to go dancing first, and Don and I reluctantly agreed. The band that night was playing mostly slow jazz, and the dancing turned into foreplay with music. As we clung together, Mia parted her legs to let my thigh slide in between; then she proceeded to rub herself against me in a delightfully lascivious manner. At one point I glanced over at Don and Felicia and saw that they were similarly occupied.

Finally the two ladies decided to visit the powder room together, and Don and I sat down at our table to finish our drinks. He leaned over, handed me his cardkey and said quietly, "Why don't you and Mia use our cottage tonight, and Felicia and I will go to your room. Tomorrow, we can all meet up for breakfast at 9:00 in the dining room."

I nodded, gave him my key, and took the last sip of my mojito. Just then the two ladies returned, laughing and looking at us with fiery eyes. "I think it's time to go," Mia said, taking my hand.

I looked over to catch Felicia's eye. "Have fun, corazón," I said, and she grinned at me. "You, too, Andy."

As Mia and I walked over to her beach cottage, we clung to each other like amorous teenagers, whispering and snickering at each other's innuendos. But when we got inside, Mia turned into a tigress. She virtually dragged me into the bedroom, frantically pulling at my clothes, unbuckling my belt and yanking ineffectually at my shirt buttons.

Her lust infected me and I forced her to turn around so I could unhook and unzip her dress. When it finally fell away and I turned her back to face me, I saw that she was in full seductress mode. She wore a matching set of bra, panties and garter belt in a coral color. She even wore stockings, no small sacrifice in the Florida heat.

As I stared at her body, her womanly curves and jutting breasts made a delectable contrast with the slim, athletic body of my wife, and I began to tear at my own clothes in my eagerness to explore those new charms.

But when I got down to my boxer shorts, Mia took the initiative and embraced me, simultaneously turning us around and then leaning forward against me so that the two of us fell on the bed with her on top. Then she was frantically kissing and caressing me, pulling herself up into a straddling position, fending off my efforts to strip her of that wonderful lingerie that seemed to gleam in the moonlight.

Slowly she backed down my reclining body, kissing and caressing every inch of the way. When she got low enough, she pulled on my shorts and proceeded to tug them off of me. Then she was kneeling on the floor, and first her fingers and then her lips sought out my cock and began to stoke my erection before taking it fully into her mouth. In seconds she had me all the way down her throat, something I'd never experienced before.

The sensation of her tongue and throat were driving me mad, and as excited as I was already, I knew that I wouldn't last long if she kept that up. I tried to let her know, but she ignored me and even increased her efforts. I let myself flop back down on the bed and closed my eyes, allowing her to take me toward that inevitable explosive ecstatic finish. When I came, she held me in her mouth and swallowed repeatedly, another first for me.

After I had somewhat recovered, I realized that she had crawled up on the bed and was lying beside me. I took her in my arms and kissed her. "That was undoubtedly the best blow job I ever had in my life," I told her sincerely.

"Good," she said with a pleased smile. "Then maybe you'll be ready to return the favor."

I gave her a mock salute and happily set out to do just that.

If Mia's approach had been a full frontal assault, I decided that I'd repay her with a guerrilla campaign. Accordingly, I began to use the lightest caresses and the gentlest kisses, hinting at what was to come without ever fully revealing my intentions.

First I relaxed her body, then I began to make it taut with anticipation as I teased and licked my way over sensitive areas. After I'd removed her bra, I spent long minutes stroking and caressing her breasts without ever once touching her nipples. Soon they were fully erect, almost begging for attention, but I continued to delay gratification.

I did the same thing down her torso, pulling her tiny panties down her legs, then running my fingers from her toes all the way up to the juncture of her thighs, but never once touching her hot spot. Soon her pussy was oozing lubrication and emitting a musky odor that was pure sex. I'd left her high heels on, and she dug them into the bedspread and lifted her hips, trying to get me to scratch the itch building in her pussy. Instead, I blew onto her shaved lower lips, causing her to cry out in frustration.

When I judged the time was right, I returned to her breasts, and this time I used my fingers to begin rubbing her nipples in a gentle circular motion. Judging by her pants and moans, this technique just built her arousal to a new, higher level.

I continued that motion but slid the down lower on her body, slipping between her knees. When she felt my cock -- which by now had regained its full erection -- slide over her pussy lips, she groaned out loud. Then I brought my mouth down and began to lick those lips, first caressing them gently, then burrowing in between to her inner lips and the depths below. But all the while I took care to stay away from her clitoris. Now she was panting, and I felt her fingers entwine in my hair as she reached down to pull me to that most sensitive spot where she wanted my tongue. Even when I acceded to her demands, I used my tongue and lips as lightly as I could, and her arousal built along with her frustration.

Suddenly I swiped my tongue full force across that tiny erect female sex organ, and she howled. I repeated the motion in the other direction, and I thought she was going to pull clumps of hair from my scalp. Then I began to flick my tongue back and forth as rapidly as I could, while at the same time thrusting two fingers deep in her pussy.

She was accelerating rapidly towards her climax when she startled me by suddenly pushing me away from her. "Not yet," she said frantically. "Wait, wait."

She rolled over and pulled something out of the nightstand drawer. "Oh, wow," she said, turning back to me. "You are really good. I almost lost it, but I don't want to cum that way. I want you to put that lovely cock of yours in me and fuck me into unconsciousness."

Then she held up the object she'd retrieved from the nightstand, and I realized that it was a tube of lubricant. "Do you ever fuck that cute little ass of your wife?" she asked with a grin.

A bit sheepishly I admitted that Felicia and I had never done that.

Her grin just got wider. "Then you're in for a real treat. I just love it back there, and I want you to take me that way now. You've got me so keyed up that this is going to be really good."

She handed me the tube and instructed me to work the lubricant into her backside using two fingers. "Then I want you to put a nice thick coating all over that lovely cock of yours and then do me. You'll need to be slow and gentle at first, but once I get stretched out, I want you to pound me good."

As I stroked the lube into her and then onto myself, I found my arousal growing by leaps and bounds. I think every man is at least a little curious about anal sex, and to have the chance with an experienced woman was a dream come true.

Mia lay face down on the bed and slid a small pillow under her hips. "Okay, big boy," she said in a husky voice, "come fuck my ass."

Her words lit a fire in me, and I had to remind myself to start slowly. At first I didn't think I'd be able to penetrate the little ring of muscle, but suddenly the head of my cock popped inside. Mia gasped, and I held myself still, waiting for her guidance.

After a moment or two, I heard her say, "Slide it in another inch or two." I did as she indicated, and I heard her give a low-pitched moan. Then she turned her head to look back at me. "Alright," she said, "slide it all the way in and then stop."

Again, I followed her directions, and this time we both groaned. My cock felt like it was being squeezed in a velvet vise. The sensation was exquisite, and now I realized why Mia had started off by giving me that fantastic blow job. If she hadn't, I'd be nearing my climax already.

"Now," she said in a whisper, "start to pump it in and out real slow, but don't stop. Then, when I give you the word, I want you fuck me like the horny slut I am. And don't worry – you won't hurt me."

With that I began to slide slowly out and then back in again, all the time feeling that incredible pressure on my cock. I heard Mia's breathing begin to pick up again, and I felt her reach her hand down under us and begin to caress her clitoris. The impulse to accelerate was almost overwhelming, but I kept myself under control, waiting for her to be ready.

Soon she was moaning on every stroke, and I could hear her voice rising in pitch. Instinctively I increased my speed, and I could tell that she liked what I was doing immensely. An animal instinct came over me and I reached down, grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled back. I could see that her eyes were squeezed shut and her face looked as though she was in agony. But she screamed out, "Oh, God, yes! Fuck me just like that. Pound me, you bastard, pound me!"

At that point I lost the capacity for rational thought. Now I was pure carnal instinct, determined to drive my seed into this female as deep, as hard and as fast as I possibly could. I heard her scream out her climax, but nothing could have stopped me then, and I kept pounding into her until I came as well. Then I collapsed onto her and rolled to the side so I wouldn't crush her.

I felt her climb out of the bed as I lay there, and a minute later she returned with a warm washcloth which she used to wipe me clean. Then she sank beside me and pulled the spread over us. I was asleep almost instantly.

When I awoke, the moon had gone down and the only light came from the stars shining through the skylight. At first I wondered what had awakened me, but then I felt a feminine tongue licking at my rising cock. "You're going to kill me, Mia," I groaned, but she just chuckled playfully. "What a terrible fate: fucked to death!" Then she continued her ministrations, and soon my cock was fully erect.

Satisfied with her achievement, Mia crawled up over my body and carefully lowered herself onto my erection. I could smell her arousal now, and when her pussy enveloped my cock, I found that she was fully lubricated.

Once she had sunk down all the way, she sighed and began a gentle rocking motion that felt wonderful to me. Then she put her hands down on my chest and began to ride me more vigorously. I heard her chanting "Oh, yes, oh, yes, oh, yes," keeping time with her motion.

Even though it was wonderful to lie there and enjoy what she was doing, I couldn't help but begin to thrust up, trying to push deeper and deeper into that hot, clinging tunnel. I must have been hitting the right spot inside her because she gasped and cried out, "Yes, right there. Just like that – that's perfect – don't stop!"

Suddenly she reached down, grabbed my hands and brought them to her breasts. "Squeeze my breasts, pinch my nipples, twist them!" she urged, and when I did so she gave a little scream. I thought I might have hurt her, but she used her own hands to force mine even tighter to her breasts.

Then we were climbing that long stairs together, racing to see which of us could get to the top first. This time it was a tie, and we both cried out in triumph as we tumbled back down in satisfied exhaustion.

The next thing I knew, Mia was shaking me. "Wake up, lover, we're going to be late for breakfast."

I groggily rolled out of bed and began pulling my somewhat rumpled clothes on. As we walked over to the main building, she looped her arm through mine. "You were wonderful last night, Andy. We've got to do that again some time."

"Most definitely, Mia," I told her. But the truth was that now that our little orgy was over, I was beginning to feel anxious about Felicia, wondering how her night had been, wondering how the two of us were doing. Sex with Mia had been great, but now I needed to see how my wife felt.

When we got to the restaurant, Felicia and Don were already seated. "Hello, sleepyhead," Felicia said with a smile, "we were beginning to wonder if you'd ever get up. I even went ahead and ordered breakfast for you."

She leaned over and gave me a quick kiss. "Did everything go okay for you last night?" I asked quietly. She nodded. "It was fine. How about you?"

"It was good," I told her. "Maybe we can talk about it later."

"Sure," she said, "but you'd better get something to eat first. You look exhausted."

I grinned sheepishly and dug into breakfast.

As we ate, we talked about plans for the day. Mia wanted to take Felicia and me out on the boat. Don couldn't join us because he had to go into the little office his company kept in Crystal River to take part in a conference call. But he urged us to go ahead without him. "Mia's as good a sailor as I am. She's been out in the cruiser without me lots of times," he said.

The weather was perfect so another boat ride sounded good to me, and watching two beautiful women in bikinis wouldn't be hard to take either. Accordingly, Felicia and I headed back to our room to get changed. But as we rode up in the elevator, I felt myself getting sleepier and sleepier. When I kept yawning, Felicia laughed at me. "Mia must have really worn you out last night," she said with amusement, and I had to confess that I hadn't gotten much sleep.

"Why don't you lie down and take a little nap?" Felicia suggested. "It looks like you really need one. Mia and I can go without you."

I really wanted to go with them but I could hardly keep my eyes open. I flopped down on the bed and closed my eyes. Felicia kissed me on the cheek and headed out the door. "I'll put the Do Not Disturb sign out," she told me. "Sleep well, Andrés."

The next thing I heard was a pounding on the door and a voice shouting, "Mr. Salazar, Mr. Salazar, are you in there?"

I struggled to sit up as the pounding continued. "Hold on," I yelled, "I'll be right with you."

"What time is it?" I asked myself, and when I glanced at the clock on the bedside table I was shocked to see that it was almost 4:00 p.m. "How can that be?" I wondered.

The pounding resumed, regaining my attention. Shaking my head to try to clear it, I got to my feet and walked unsteadily to the door. When I unlocked it I saw a hotel employee with an urgent expression on his face.

"We've been looking all over for you, Mr. Salazar. We kept ringing your room, but no one answered."

"I must have been sound asleep," I said. "What is it? Why are you looking for me?"

He tugged on my sleeve, half dragging me toward the elevator. "There's been an accident," he said breathlessly. "You have to come now."

His words sent a jolt of adrenaline through me, and I finally began to come fully awake. But despite my repeated questions, the man could tell me no more than that there'd been an accident and that I had to come with him. When we got to the main floor, he led me outside where a knot of uniformed men were standing. "I found him!" the employee yelled, "I found Mr. Salazar!"

"What's happened," I asked frantically. "What's going on?"

A man in a Coast Guard uniform pointed out toward the Gulf. At first as I peered into the distance I couldn't make anything out, but then I spotted what appeared to be a helicopter circling a faint plume of smoke. "I don't understand," I choked out as fear tightened my throat.

Another officer held up an IPad. I couldn't comprehend what I was looking at, but it appeared to be a video. "That's a live feed from the chopper," the man said, and I stared in horrified fascination at a picture of burning wreckage floating on the sea. "It appears there was an explosion and fire."

"What kind of boat was it?" I asked fearfully.

"As best we can tell, it was a Chris-craft hard top cruiser," he said, and my knees went weak.

I swallowed and tried to form my next question carefully. "What about survivors? Have they made any rescues?"

He looked at me sadly. "The chopper hasn't spotted any life preservers, and the diver they lowered hasn't found any bodies in the water." Then, perhaps seeing the expression on my face, he added, "But we'll have a boat up from the Marine Safety Office in Tampa momentarily, and they'll be able to conduct a more thorough search."

Unbidden, the memory of the mako shark flashed through my mind. I shuddered and tried to wipe the image from my imagination.

"What could have done that?" I asked, pointing at the feed coming from the chopper. "It looks like a bomb went off."

The officer shook his head. "We see things like this happen all too frequently. Something goes wrong in the boat's engine compartment and it fills up with fumes. Then when somebody tries to restart the engine, there's an explosion. We lose a lot of boaters that way."

Just then his radio crackled and he stopped to talk. When he finished, he turned back to me. "Our cruiser is on the scene now to continue the search. There's nothing you can do now. Why don't you go back and wait in your room so we'll be able to find you if we have more news."

I didn't want to leave, but I didn't want to stay there either, so I turned to go back inside. Behind me I heard someone say in a quiet voice, "Poor bastard," and my heart sank even lower. If the professionals were that pessimistic, what hope did I have?

I spent the rest of the afternoon waiting, but the call I was praying for never came. After a while I began making my own calls, first to my office to let them know that I wouldn't be in on Monday, then to my sister, and finally the one I'd been dreading the most: Felicia's parents. It was awful.