Global Playground

by Delores Swallows

  He held her gaze for a few seconds, looked a little disappointed. “No, I have an apartment in town.”

  “Is there anywhere in the hotel we could go now, that’s private?” She was propositioning a man who was probably old enough to be her father, but she didn’t care. She felt so alive, she didn’t give a single thought to Gareth in their room, or even her children at her sister’s house.

  Rueben frowned and started to shake his head, but then his eyebrows went up like he’d had an epiphany. He stared at her.

  She half-smiled, excited. “What?”

  Reuben took a set of keys from his jacket pocket. “I have the keys to the attic room. The photographer handed them to me after the pictures in the garden had been taken.”

  Joanna’s pulse accelerated and her throat constricted slightly. “What sort of room is it?”

  He paused, his eyes never leaving hers. “It’s a bedroom.”

  Joanna stood up. “Show me.”

  He stood and led her out of the orangery. They bypassed the reception desk and entered a narrow set of stairs near the back of the building. They went up two flights, and on each stair Joanna told herself that if she didn’t stop this now, there would be no going back. But she kept following Reuben. She looked down at her legs pushing through the gap in her skirt, her feet in the sandals. She was a wedding belle. She’d spent months getting her figure back ready for today, and spent a lot of money on her dress and shoes, had her legs waxed, taken ages with her makeup and nails, and Gareth had been too immature to appreciate any of that.

  Reuben stopped her at the top of the stairs and poked his head through a door. Seeing the coast was clear, he beckoned her forward and they walked a few yards along one of the normal corridors until they reached another door. Through there and up another flight of narrow stairs led to a single door. Reuben took the keys from his pocket and unlocked it. He pushed the door open and stepped back, allowing Joanna to go in first.

  The room was illuminated by the spotlights strategically placed around the garden and aimed up at the back of the building. The ceiling sloped in to follow the shape of the roof, giving the room a cosy feel.

  Joanna stood at the foot of the large bed and looked at his face. This was her last chance to stop herself. “Do you do this sort of thing with many of the wedding belles, Reuben?”

  He slowly shook his head. “I have never even had a cup of coffee with one of them.”

  Joanna tilted her head to one side. “Why me?”

  She saw him bite his lip as his eyes took her in, from head to toe. “When I first saw you, I couldn’t take my eyes off you. You looked so perfect, so full of everything that should be there. The beauty is there for everyone to see, but also your poise, your actions. You look refined, elegant, comfortable in yourself without being aloof. I think it is rare that one person has all these attributes.”

  Joanna was shocked, but very flattered. Even if it was part of his patter, it was still nice to hear. And he didn’t need to say it—she’d already made it obvious why she was here.

  “I’ve never… Before, I mean. This isn’t something I’ve ever…”

  Reuben took a step closer. “I don’t want you to do something you don’t want to do.”

  She stared into the blue of his eyes. “I won’t.”

  “What I mean is, I don’t want you to regret—”

  Joanna stepped forward and kissed him on the mouth. She slid her hands inside his jacket and wrapped her arms around his back, pleasantly surprised at the firmness of his body. They kissed passionately, both breathing heavily. When she eased his jacket back off his shoulders, he broke the kiss, removed the jacket and dropped it to the floor. She undid the knot of his tie while his hands rested on her waist, his fingers gently tracing over the fabric. She leaned forward and kissed him on the chin and around the mouth. She could smell his cologne. Once the tie was undone she left it hanging around his neck and started to undo the buttons of his shirt.

  Reuben ran his hands slowly up her sides and cupped her breasts in his hands, eliciting a groan from somewhere deep in her throat. His shirt now hung open and she could see his chest, a smattering of black and grey hairs.

  He moved his hands around to the back of her neck and found the zip. They stared into each other’s eyes as he slowly pulled downwards. When the zip had been opened all the way, Joanna stepped back and stood in front of him. The she dipped her shoulders and let the dress fall forward and down. It slid silently to the floor, leaving her in only her white sandals and dark blue silk thong. No bra with this dress: her breasts were quite small and she didn’t want the straps showing.

  Reuben’s eyes opened wide as he stared at her body. His mouth was slightly open, giving him a sort of shocked expression.

  She waited for him to say or do something, but he kept looking at her body as if memorising every small detail. She’d never felt so desired. She stepped close and undid his belt, opened his trousers. As her hand pulled the zip down, she felt the bulge of his hardness. She stroked her thumb against it through his shorts and felt him shiver.

  His hands returned to her breasts, this time squeezing her nipples. Another groan escaped her lips. Even though her boobs were small, they were extremely sensitive. She tilted her head up and kissed him again, very gently. He placed his arms on her waist and moved her back to the bed. When the backs of her legs touched it she sat down and crawled backward to the middle of the bed.

  Reuben discarded the rest of his clothes except for his white cotton shorts, and joined her on the bed. He knelt by her feet and carefully unbuckled each sandal in turn, then looked up and down her body. He placed his fingertips on her feet and stroked them, moving from the toes to the instep, around to the soles and back to the toes. Next he stroked her ankles, up and around her calves, down her shins to her ankles again.

  “You’re beautiful.”

  She watched his face. He never took his eyes away from whatever part of her he was stroking. He moved up to her knees, then her thighs. Joanna parted her legs to allow him access to her inner thighs, his fingers tracing small circles on the soft skin.

  He didn’t touch her crotch at all, instead sliding his hands up and over the swell of her hips. He moved further up and re-visited her breasts, this time spending over a minute gently pulling and twisting her nipples.

  Joanna was desperate to be taken, but this sort of foreplay wasn’t something she’d had in a long time—if ever. Nobody had made such a point of wanting to touch and caress every part of her. She stared at Reuben’s shorts. She could see his erection pushing against the material, but she could also see a damp stain where he was leaking precum. It turned her on to know he was so aroused simply from looking at her, stroking her.

  He put a hand under her shoulder and another under her bum, and gently rolled her over until she was lying face down. His fingers ran through her hair, stroked her ears, neck, shoulders. As he ran his hands slowly down her back, he nuzzled the nape of her neck. He moved his mouth close to her ear, his breath raising goosebumps.

  “You are very beautiful.” His voice was an intimate whisper. “So perfect.”

  His hands continued to stroke her, moving down her spine, only briefly lingering on her bum before they travelled down the backs of her legs.

  Joanna sighed with each caress, but the pressure seemed to be building to an unbearable intensity inside, and she needed to release it.

  Reuben started to stroke up her legs again, and as his hands reached above her knees, Joanna pushed her legs further apart. His hands slid up her inner thighs, and she was sure he’d be able to feel the slick dampness his touches had induced. Finally he touched her in the way she craved. He pushed his hand between her legs and cupped her mons, applying gentle pressure. She moaned and pushed down against his hand, thrusting her hips in an attempt to generate friction.

  He allowed her to do this for only a few seconds, then removed his hand. His fingers slipped into the waistband of her thong and she raised herself o
ff the bed enough to let him roll the sodden garment down her legs.

  Joanna lay face down on the bed, completely naked and thighs parted. Elsewhere in the same building, her husband was passed out from drinking and her friends would be wondering where she was, but none of those things seemed important now. The second she felt Rueben’s teeth grazing over her bum cheek, she let out another sigh.

  When his finger slid between her wet outer lips, her toes curled down. He stroked slowly from front to back, the soft folds of her flesh slick with her juices. He repeated the action—two, three times, never actually going far enough forward to make any contact with her aching clit. On the fourth stroke, he continued his course back and traced small circles around the sensitive puckered buttonhole of her anus.

  By now she was so desperate to be fucked, she’d have let him put anything wherever he wanted to. She pushed herself back towards his fingers, hoping for some penetration wherever she could get it.

  Reuben rolled her over onto her back, and they held eye contact in silence.

  She parted her legs again, willing him to fuck her. His face was serious, and his hand slid down between her legs again. He traced his finger once more through the labia, swollen like a flower in bloom. She thought briefly of the orchids in the orangery, then she thought of her friends’ comments about getting serviced in a room. He bent over her and kissed her on the mouth, very gently, before moving down her body to suck each nipple. He seemed to take an age doing this, all the time sliding his fingertip gently between her outer lips.

  Reuben lowered his head between her legs and closed his lips around her clit. Joanna gasped, pushed herself up to meet his mouth. He moved the flat of his tongue slowly over the hard flesh and she seemed to dissolve inside as the climax swept through her. She arched her back off the bed, and as she did so he pushed two fingers deep inside her, curling them to press against her g-spot. She screamed in ecstasy and lights seemed to flash behind her eyes. She gripped his hair, pulling his mouth harder against her, grinding her crotch against his face as the ripples continued to send shockwaves throughout her entire body. Eventually the feelings faded and she released her grip on his hair. She slowly opened her eyes.

  Reuben sat up and stared at her. He smiled, his eyes sparkling, but the colour of them not discernible in the shadows of the unlit bedroom.

  Joanna reached up and pulled him down onto the bed next to her. She leaned over him, kissed him gently on the lips, tasting her own essence. “Thank you. That was wonderful.”

  He bowed his head slightly. “I should be the one to thank you. I have never seen such beauty this close before.”

  Joanna’s mind flashed back to Gareth looking down at her leg by the table. ‘She’ll be getting it later.’ Too fucking right I will.

  She knelt up and pulled Reuben’s shorts down, releasing his cock. It was still hard, the head completely covered with precum. Keeping her eyes on his, she lowered her head and took him into her mouth. He let out a sigh as her lips enveloped him, and when she squeezed the base with her hand and moved her tongue over the domed head, he closed his eyes. Joanna sucked and licked him for only a short time—no more than thirty seconds—because she wanted to feel him inside her. She wanted this man to fuck her, even though it was wrong, and would make her an adulteress. She was on the pill, and didn’t give a second thought to the other aspect of safe sex.

  She straightened up on her knees, straddled him. Placing the tip of his cock at her entrance, she stared into his eyes for a few seconds before slowly lowering herself onto him. Both of them moaned as his hardness slid all the way into her wetness. She held herself still, clenched around him. He moved his hands up and cupped her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples.

  Joanna started to thrust forward and back on his cock, twisting her body as he impaled her. He let out a groan and gripped her hips, moving her on him. She leaned forward, placing her hands on the bed either side of his head, her small breasts shaking with her movements. The tingle deep in her stomach announced the beginnings of another orgasm. She gritted her teeth and pumped her hips, using the friction of his pubic bone on her clit to speed her towards the finish.

  Suddenly Reuben cried out and pushed his hips up, lifting her off the bed. He was coming inside her, and knowing this was enough to send her crashing through her second climax, every nerve-ending shooting signals to her brain. She collapsed on top of him and he wrapped his arms around her, his hands gripping the cheeks of her backside as he kept pumping his hips from beneath, finishing his own ride of pleasure.

  They stilled and lay in silence, her breasts crushed against his chest, her head on his shoulder. He stroked her back gently. Eventually she raised herself up and sat on the bed next to him. She looked over her shoulder into his face, and he smiled.

  She took a breath. “I need to get into our room, but my card key is in my bag in the ballroom. Do you have a master key?”

  Reuben shook his head. “I have no access to any of the rooms, but I can get you a card. What room are you in?”

  “205.”

  Reuben stood and started to dress. Joanna did the same.

  “I just need to check on my husband.” She looked into his eyes.

  He nodded, looking sad. “Of course.” He concentrated on fastening his shirt.

  “Reuben?”

  He raised his head, looking concerned.

  “I’m not regretting what we’ve just done. I’m only going to my room so I can use it as an excuse for my absence to my friends.”

  Reuben nodded, looking relieved.

  She smiled. “But I’ll also need a clean pair of panties.”

  Reuben smiled too, slipped on his jacket and knotted his tie. “I will meet you back here in a few minutes. Room 205, yes?”

  Joanna nodded. “Yes please. Thank you.”

  Reuben left and Joanna zipped up her dress and put on her shoes. She combed her fingers through her hair and looked down at herself—she’d do until she got to her own room.

  He returned with a card key and they locked the attic room and headed down the first flight of stairs.

  They stopped by the closed door, and she kissed him gently. “I’ll always treasure what we’ve just done.”

  He nodded, swallowed. “As will I. Thank you Joanna, you have made an old man very happy.”

  She laughed, stroked the lapel of his jacket. “You’re not an old man, and you certainly made me very happy.” She smiled, embarrassed. “Twice.”

  Reuben opened the door and stood aside as she walked past him. Joanna joined the hallway to the guest rooms, and he continued down the remaining flights of stairs.

  The new card opened their door, and Joanna was hit by the smell of vomit. The light in the bathroom was on, and she could make out Gareth’s form lying on the bed. He still had on his shirt, trousers and shoes. His tie and jacket were on a chair in the corner, both splattered with vomit. Joanna looked down at him in disgust. She was tempted to remove her thong and stand over his head and let Reuben’s juices drip from her onto his face, thinking it would serve him right.

  Instead she took a clean pair of panties from the drawer and went into the bathroom. She quickly mopped away most of their sex juices, put on the clean underwear and washed her hands. She regarded her reflection in the mirror. There was no doubt she had a healthy glow, and she hoped that by now Helena would be too drunk to notice. She re-applied some lipstick, then made her way back downstairs.

  All the women were still dancing, and Joanna joined them.

  Helena moved closer and leaned over to shout in her ear. “Are you okay?”

  Joanna nodded. “Just been to survey the damage. Any chance you can convince Nigel to share a vomit-filled room with Gareth so you and me can share your four-poster bed?”

  Helena smiled sexily. “That’s probably the best offer I’ve had in a long time. Maybe we should try and get Tony to join us for old times’ sake.”

  Joanna looked over and saw him dancing close to his pretty yo
ung bride. “I don’t think he’s going to be interested in a couple of old slappers like us.”

  Helena laughed. “Yeah, well, it’s his loss.”

  Joanna closed her eyes and danced, letting herself get lost in the music.

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  Operation: Cuckold

  Harry stopped to look at a picture on the wall nearby. When the man got closer, Harry looked around the room, empty save for the three of them, then turned to Michelle’s admirer.

  “You seem to have a fascination for my wife.” He felt Michelle tense up beside him, probably fearing a confrontation.

  The man looked embarrassed. He looked at Michelle, then back at Harry.

  Before the man could answer, Harry spoke again. “Is it because you want to paint her or fuck her?”

  The man’s eyes and mouth both opened wide. “I… I…”

  “Come on, which one is it?” Harry kept his voice friendly, not aggressive.

  “I don’t paint.”

  “Ah, so you want to fuck her.” Harry nodded understandingly.

  “I... Er…” His eyes swept from Harry to Michelle.

  Harry nodded towards the stairwell. “Why don’t you take her in there and get it over with. Then you’ll be able to concentrate on the pictures again.”

  The guy looked at the stairwell, then at Michelle, and finally back at Harry.

  “Go on, we all know you want to. I’ll keep watch.”

  Michelle walked towards the stairwell and opened the door. She looked back, first at Harry, then at the guy.

  The man checked Harry’s face again, probably waiting for the ‘gotcha’ to be revealed. Harry just nodded toward his wife.

  The guy in the suit walked the few short steps to the door and Michelle let it swing to behind him.