The Cottage Ch. 01

The shower nozzle back on pulsate was directed to my freshly shaven region. As the water washed away the soap, the pulsation of water brought back the wave of burning desire that had subsided.

He reached down for the bag next to me, pulling from it a new toy that I have never seen before. It was only three inches long with a curved end that was steel grey. As he turned the end it started to vibrate the little nubs. Just as he did with the shower head he ran it up and down my slit, paying special attention to the top. I could feel my crotch oozing with juices; oh, how I wanted something.

He placed the new toy down on the step next to me, knelt down before me and started to slowly lick me lengthwise, sending chills up my spine. My back arched and I cursed the handcuffs. I just wanted to grab his gorgeous red hair and direct him where to go.

He looked up at me and said, "Just enjoy this." He then took two of his strong fingers and pushed them in me hard and deep; I screamed with pleasure. He sucked on my clit, then pushed it back forth with his tongue, while his fingers were being pushed in, deep and slow.

I was just about to release when he stopped everything and put his fingers soaked with my juices into my mouth. I licked his fingers, tasting myself. How much sweeter I am than he is, I thought. Passionately he kissed me, letting his tongue savor the taste of me. Back down to my hot and wet pussy, fingering and licking me till there was no stopping. I screamed and bucked violently for what seemed like an eternity. I was overcome by pleasure. We were beginning to feel like newlyweds again.

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Once we had dried off, we were both hungry, it was approaching 6 p.m. We decided to order in; neither of us was interested in discovering this town tonight. I wanted Mexican for dinner and he wanted Asian. As was typical, we compromised on Italian. Now the quest was on to find the phonebook. By the front door was a little antique stand; lo and behold inside the top drawer was a local phonebook. Thank goodness there was an Italian place that would deliver to Ocean Drive. We did not have any menus, so we punted, I order Ziti and he ordered Angel Hair in an olive oil and garlic sauce.

While we waited for our dinner to arrive, we started to unpack. I decided putting on clothes other than a bathrobe was a good idea. While he was busy hanging up his golf shirts in the closet, I let my robe fall to the floor. I walked over to the dresser deciding what to wear. Did I want to go sexy and hope for more, or had I had enough for tonight? While I was standing there deciding red or black bra and matching panties, I felt him cup my breast. He leaned up against me naked, too. I turned saying, "Haven't you had enough for one day? We do have all week."

He said, "Yeah, I know, but I feel like a horny teenager again."

"Yeah, a horny teenager, with a middle-aged body. I want to enjoy this week, but let's not do it all at once. You know, I have not yet been down to the beach. However, there are a few questions I have to ask. For starters when and how did you manage to buy this place without me knowing?"

"That was the easy part. Remember the $20,000 I took out of the savings account 4 years ago? Well, the financial advisor and I made a risky investment in a 'dot.com' company, and it paid off. The price of the stock went from $2 a share to $75 a share and with the stock splits, I had made a few million. I cashed in some of the stock and paid cash for this place. I contacted an area real estate agent and had her start looking for properties. This place came on the market about a month ago and I bought it sight unseen."

"Well, that was simple. But I have never known you to be able to keep a surprise. Usually you break and tell me within an hour. I am so glad I married you. This place is just what I used to dream of as a little girl," I said, as I started putting on the red bra with matching thong panties. I found a tight-fitting black tank top and white short shorts. Something about a man that loves me this much just makes me excited.

We were both in our mid-thirties, fairly successful, but I never realized we were rich. We never had children so it was just the two of us, free to enjoy life however we wished. At that moment in time, I wanted the two of us to stay there forever.

"Okay, I have another question, this one might not be as easy to answer, but here we go." I was a little apprehensive to hear this answer, but a promise was a promise. Reaching over to him I gently brushed two of my fingers over his shoulder down his chest and asked, "What do you want? I know we haven't had a lot of sex, but what we've had has been great. I know there are things that you want that you have never told me. Now is your chance to get..." I paused as I reached down to his cock and started stroking it. In a seductive tone I continued, "...whatever you want. This is your chance to write a fantasy of epic proportions, with the only exception: no pain involved."

He leaned down and gently kissed me. The first kiss was closed-mouth, and then he opened his mouth and passionately kissed me. As we both moaned, the kiss became more of an exploration. He brought me over to the bed and sat me down.

Finally he kissed my forehead and said, "Are you sure you are willing to fulfill my every fantasy?"

I whispered, "Yes," as I sucked his fingers, knowing this drove him crazy.

"I have three things I want, but please don't feel obligated to fulfill all of them. First, I want you on the beach all night long. Second, I want you to wear what I put in your closet in the black garment bag, and third..." the doorbell rang, dinner was here.

He went downstairs with only shorts on. He paid for dinner and gave the delivery girl who was probably a college student home for the summer a $20 tip. She looked to be in her early twenties, with shoulder-length blonde hair, legs that even I was jealous of.

She was a little short, maybe 5'2" and all of 100 pounds. Lucky girl, I thought; don't worry time will take its toll. Chris was kind and made small talk.

As I came down the stairs, I heard her say, "...Valerie, and I'm home for the summer from New England University where I'm in my junior year, studying Political Science. Well, here's your food; have a good evening." She left with a smile on her face.

I turned to Chris and said, "I'd leave here with a smile on my face for a tip like that!"

"She was very quick and the food is still hot," he said with a smile on his face. "Now for the third thing I want. I want you and her on me at the same time."

I looked at him and laughed. "In your dreams, stud. You wouldn't know what to do with something that young and vibrant!"

His faced turned an interesting shade of red as he sat the food down and got out plates and silverware. "I may not know what to do with a 21-year-old anymore, but I still want you and another woman with me, this week."

I grabbed my plate and went outside to the patio table. He followed right behind me. As we sat down I asked, "Are you serious? You want a threesome?"

"Yes, I want to watch you with another woman. I want to know what it feels like to see my lovely wife being eaten by another woman."

With that thought, I nearly choked on my pasta; this was new and uncharted territory. I figured what would the harm be, although I was not going to let him think it was that easy. "Will you let me pick the other person?"

"I guess that means I can't have the twenty-one year old?" he said jokingly.

I said flatly, "No!"

He asked inquisitively, "Who do you have in mind?"

"I don't know yet, but I will think about it. Why? Do you think you can think of someone other than a stranger? There are diseases out there that can kill!" I was not about to engage in a ménage à trois with a complete stranger. I was still not sure if I even wanted one. Something about lesbian-type behavior went against my upbringing. I know there's a difference, but I was not sure I could convince myself that there was. I knew who he was thinking about, because there was only one person I would even entertain the idea with.

"Actually, I do. But I can't tell you, yet, who it is. All I will say is that she will be here Friday."

As we sat enjoying the view of the ocean we ate our dinner, both deep in thought about the week to come. I was so totally engulfed in the ménage à trois idea that I did not even hear him talking to me.

"Hello? Anybody home?" he said to me.

"Oh! Sorry I was just thinking. You want to go for walk on the beach after dinner?" I said.

"Sure," he replied. We finished our dinners and went inside. I grabbed a beach blanket, so we could sit by the ocean, and let things lead were they might. Down the twenty or so steps leading to the beach we went hand in hand. We took off our shoes and went walking in the waves. The sand oozed between our toes as our footprints could be seen in the cool wet sand.

I remembered as a child writing our names in the sand, waiting for the ocean to roll over them, giving us a clean slate on which we could write again in the sand. Those were the times, the blissful moments of childhood.

Our stretch of beach was about 300 feet long, enclosed by massive, dark boulders. The ominous boulders had patches of sand where the mussels and snails hid waiting for the high tide that would once again return them to the ocean. As we made our way back up to the blanket, the warm soft sand stuck to our wet feet. We sat down and Chris gently wiped the sand from my soft tan legs and white feet, with his gentle hands. We curled up in each other's arms, watching the sun set. I smelt his masculine smell mixing with the vanilla soap and the sea. My thoughts once again turned to the ménage à trois. What would the harm be?

I was actually getting excited about the idea, of someone else eating me; I have always heard women almost instinctively know how to eat pussy. The thought of another woman fondling my breasts while my husband was in me made me want to touch myself, but I refrained. While I'm licking another women's crotch, my husband is standing there watching us while he 'jacks off'; okay, I needed to stop this.

When I came back to reality, the sun had nearly set and the lights from the lobster boats could be seen on the horizon. A light from the nearby lighthouse lit up the water with its revolving light. What a perfect day this had been. The passion from earlier had exhausted me. I must have fallen asleep leaning against him, because the next thing I remembered was him asking me, "Do you want to go back into the house?"

He helped me up, and grabbed the blanket. He followed behind me up the steps, ensuring my safe return to the cottage. When we got back into the house I put my arms around his neck, kissed him, and said, "Thank you; this has been a perfect day. I love you more now than I did this morning." Up the stairs and off to bed we went.