by Thomas Henry
Marilyn was sitting up front next to me, looking elegant as always with her copper hair in a French twist. She was wearing modest shorts and a designer t-shirt. She obviously was wearing some kind of bra, but her breasts still jiggled enough to tease me when we hit a bump in the road. Her tanned legs were long and athletic. I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to have them wrapped around me.
It struck me as a bit ironic that Marilyn and Bill both had opted to wear shorts and sandals, whereas Karen and I both had worn jeans with Lucchese boots. The jeans and boots were typical attire for me, but I wondered if either Bill or Marilyn had noticed that Karen had adopted my style.
Karen usually didn’t wear her wedding ring when she was with me, but today, both women were wearing their rings. I wasn’t sure what to make of that. Was Karen wearing hers to remind Bill that she belonged to someone else? Or was she wearing it to look respectable checking into a hotel with a man who people would assume was her husband?
I glanced over at Marilyn. She was quietly studying the view through her side window. I wondered what was going through her mind. Was she having regrets about coming on our little vacation to the Turtle Bay Resort? We had been on a couple of double dates, and I thought we got along pretty well. But she had been consistent in proclaiming that she wasn’t going to have sex with me. Now, I wondered if she was feeling stressed over the fact that the four of us were going to be sharing a hotel suite for the weekend.
At first, I had considered getting two rooms; one for the boys and one for the girls. But then I realized that Bill and Karen likely would end up in bed together in one room, which would pretty much force Marilyn into the other with me. Of course, I had no objection to sharing a bed with her, but I didn’t want her to feel pressured into it. So, I had ended up reserving the three-bedroom suite.
As we neared Haleiwa, I considered driving through the scenic old town, but in the interest of time, I decided to take the bypass road. A few minutes later, when we came around the turn above Waimea Bay, Marilyn seemed to break out of her reverie. Her eyes shifted to the beach below and then she turned to me and smiled. “Waimea Bay?”
I nodded.
Marilyn’s gaze returned to the bay for a few seconds and then she turned to the back seat as if to say something to Karen and Bill. But she stopped short, and her eyes widened. She suddenly sat back in her seat and clamped her hands over her mouth.
I wondered what had startled her, and was about to ask, when she dropped her hands and silently mouthed the words, “Oh, my god! She’s sucking his cock!” Then, as if she were worried that I couldn’t read her lips, she plunged her middle finger into her mouth and began running her lips up and down its length, simulating a blow job.
I looked in my mirror. Karen was leaned over toward Bill, with her head and shoulders out of my field of vision. Her upper body was moving in a rhythmic motion. Bill’s hand was still between her thighs, but now he was massaging her crotch vigorously. My stomach was in my throat, but my cock was straining against the confines of my jeans.
I tried to concentrate on driving, but my eyes kept going back to the mirror. Even though I really couldn’t see all that much, I could hear them both moaning, and my imagination was running wild. Marilyn stole a few glances toward the back seat, and then finally just turned and watched. I had the impression that Bill and Karen were too busy to notice that they had an audience.
I watched Marilyn out of the corner of my eye. I was trying to gauge her mood. Was she shocked? Turned on? Some of both? I wasn’t sure, but got the sense that she was reacting positively, and I took that as a good omen.
For the next few miles, I continued watching her as she watched them. Then I turned off of Kam Highway and started down the long driveway to the resort. I looked directly at Marilyn and said, perhaps a little louder than necessary, “Well, here we are.” There was a flurry of rustling and zipping in the back seat. Karen sat up and brushed back her hair with her fingers. She looked down and re-buttoned her blouse. When her eyes met mine in the mirror, she winked and slowly licked her lips.
I looked back at the road for a moment, and then glanced at Marilyn. She was looking out at the golf course. “There’s where you and Bill are going to be playing golf in the morning,” I said.
She nodded. “Should be fun. I’ve never played here.”
As we pulled up in front of the hotel, I looked in my mirror again. Karen was looking prim and proper. I couldn’t see Bill, but I assumed he was as well.
Our suite was a large rectangle with the entry door in the center of one end. On the immediate left was my bedroom, followed by a bathroom and then the master bedroom, which of course, had its own bath. On the immediate right was Bill’s bedroom, followed by the kitchen and the dining and living areas. At the far end was a large balcony, complete with outdoor furniture.
Our plan was to have a quiet first night. We’d have a nice, leisurely dinner at Paakai and then turn in at a reasonable hour because Bill and Marilyn had an early tee time the next morning. I had brought a bottle of Woodford Reserve with me, and Bill and I sat out on the balcony having a few sips while we waited for the women to change for dinner.
“Guess we don’t have to wear suits to this place we’re going tonight,” Bill said. He was wearing his customary pleated slacks and a loose-fitting aloha shirt.
“Yeah. As long as you’re wearing a shirt and shoes, you’re good to go,” I said. I was wearing jeans and a silk shirt.
When the women finally appeared, the ever-elegant Marilyn was wearing a full-length, form-fitting dress that showcased the curves of her slim body. It struck me as a cross between a formal evening dress and a nightgown. Its empire waist was tight enough to allow the silky fabric to cradle her breasts while still allowing them to jiggle and sway as she walked. I studied the movement of her breasts and the curve of her behind and concluded that there was no way she could be wearing any sort of underwear. I got that urgent feeling in my balls.
Karen had opted for a little black dress that came down to mid-thigh. Except for a strap around her neck, her back was bare all the way down to the top of her butt. The front was split down to just below her navel, with the two sides tethered together by a thin strap just below her breasts. I couldn’t tell if she was wearing panties, but there was no question that she was braless.
Marilyn held my hand as we walked to the restaurant. “Like my dress?” she asked.
“More than I have the words to describe. But I think you forgot your underwear.”
She leaned toward me. “All the better to give you blue balls, my dear.”
I nodded toward Bill and Karen. “I may not be the only one with blue balls.”
“Maybe not right now. But unlike you, Bill’s gonna get laid tonight.”
My stomach churned. “Oh? What makes you so sure?”
“Are you kidding me? She was giving him a blowjob in the car!”
“I guess you have a point.” And I was starting to grow one myself.
None of us had been to Paakai before, so we all decided to go with the five-course menu, including the wine parings. The food was excellent, from the Ahi Tartar through the Checkerboard Haupia Ice Cream Cake dessert. Although I’m a big fan of coconut ice cream and thoroughly enjoyed the dessert, I was intrigued by the apple pineapple pie, so Marilyn and I ended up sharing one of those as well.
We had had cocktails before dinner and wine with each course, so we all were feeling pretty loose. Even Marilyn seemed at ease as she nudged me from time to time in response to Bill and Karen feeding each other and doing who-knows-what under the table with their hands.
As we drank our after-dinner coffee, I casually placed my arm across Marilyn’s shoulders. That earned me a quick glance from Karen. Marilyn leaned over and nestled against me. A few seconds later, she turned her head and kissed my cheek. Then she whispered in my ear, “You’re still not getting any tonight.”
I found her ear and whispered back, “Well, at least you’re consis
tent. I think that’s an admirable and unusual quality in a woman.” She responded by giving me an elbow in the ribs.
By the time we finished dinner, it was fairly late. We wandered around the hotel a bit and then made our way back to our suite. As I was mixing a pitcher of margaritas, Bill disappeared into his room. I was pouring a drink for each of us when he reappeared with some portable speakers. He set them down on the coffee table and plugged them into his phone. A few seconds later, Al Green was singing “How Can You Mend a Broken Heart.” Bill pulled Karen up into his arms, and they started swaying with the music.
Marilyn took a big sip of her drink and stood up. She crooked her finger at me. “Come on…let’s work on those blue balls some more.” A few seconds later, she had her arms around my neck and her body pressed against mine as we joined Karen and Bill.
After a couple more songs, I realized that Bill must have tailored the playlist just for Karen. Every song had a message of seduction. Sam Cooke’s “You Send Me.” Al Green’s “You Ought To Be With Me.” When Marvin Gaye launched into “Let’s Get It On,” Karen turned her back to Bill and pressed her butt against his hard-on. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck. She turned her head and kissed him over her shoulder as they swayed together.
Marilyn was watching them, too. “Hmmm…let’s try that.” She raised her arms over her head and slowly turned her back to me. Then she reached back and pulled my arms around her. I was so hard my cock ached as she ground her butt against it. I held her tight against me as we moved as one with the music.
A couple of songs later, Barry White began to sing “Never, Never Gonna Give Ya Up.”
I’ve got to keep you pleased
In every way I can
Bill squeezed one of Karen’s breasts with one hand while he massaged her pussy with the other.
Gonna give you all of me
As much as you can stand
Bill pressed his groin against Karen’s butt and shifted down a bit, positioning his cock as if to take her from behind.
Make love to you right now
That’s all I want to do
I know you need it, girl
And you know I need it, too
I couldn’t resist the temptation. I slid my hands up Marilyn’s body and cupped her braless breasts for the first time. She took a deep breath and pressed her butt against me. I found her nipples and slowly rolled them between my fingers. I nuzzled her neck and gently tugged at her earlobe with my teeth. She turned her head and gave me a light-but-lingering kiss on the lips.
I was encouraged. Maybe she was going to have a change of heart about sleeping with me. I slid my hand down her stomach and pressed my fingers between her thighs. I could feel her heat through the fabric of her dress. I slowly massaged her clit with a circular motion. She groaned and leaned her head back on my shoulder for a few seconds.
When she put her hand on mine, I thought she was encouraging me. But she grasped my thumb and abruptly pulled my hand away from her pussy. She turned around and leaned her forehead against my chest. “I’m sorry. I can’t. It’s not you…I mean, I really want to. But I can’t.”
I kissed her forehead and hugged her, making her sway with me again. “It’s okay. I’m getting accustomed to blue balls.”
Marilyn put her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek. She clung to me for the rest of the song. But when the song ended, she pulled back and announced, “It’s bedtime for me. We have an early tee time.”
Karen pivoted out of Bill’s clutches and said, “Yep. And so do you. Goodnight.” She kissed his cheek and sashayed into the master bedroom with Marilyn.
Bill looked at me and shrugged. He grabbed his hard-on through his pants. “Damn! What a little cock tease!”
“Yeah. Tell me about it.” I rubbed my palm against my own bulge.
Bill and I ambled down the hallway and went into our separate rooms. I got out my boot jack and pulled off my boots. I dug out my robe and went into the bathroom to shower. A few minutes later, all squeaky clean, I donned my robe, gathered up my clothes, and headed back to my room.
Just as I was opening my door, Bill came out of his room. “My turn?” he said.
“Yep. Good night.”
I closed my door and lay down on my bed, still wearing nothing but my robe. I had butterflies in my stomach, thinking about what might happen next. I had a feeling that Karen and Bill weren’t done with each other for the night. Would she end up spending the night with him? Was there any chance Marilyn would end up with me? I quickly dismissed the latter idea. I decided I wasn’t going to push her, even though I knew part of her wanted to be with me. I didn’t want to offend her by making advances when she already had made her position pretty clear. Karen and Bill, however, seemed a real possibility. The butterflies wouldn’t settle down.
In a little while, I heard Bill’s door close. I assumed that meant he was done with his shower. All was quiet, and I soon drifted off to sleep.
I don’t know how much time had passed when I was drawn back into consciousness by sounds coming from across the hall. I knew immediately that it was Karen and that she was with Bill. I couldn’t make out what she was saying, if she was saying anything at all. But it was her voice, rhythmic and beseeching.
I sat up and tried to listen. I couldn’t help myself. I had to open my door to try to hear better. I was afraid it would squeak, so I turned the knob slowly and eased it open just a bit. I put my eye to the crack and saw something that caught me totally by surprise.
Marilyn was standing in the hallway with her ear against Bill’s door. She was barefoot, wearing a long, light green robe. Part of my surprise was that she was there; the other part was that her hair was down. I had never seen it when it wasn’t pulled back in a French twist. But now, it cascaded to her shoulders in gentle copper waves.
I opened the door a bit further to get a better look at her. One of the hinges made a small groaning sound. It wasn’t much compared to the noises Karen was making, but Marilyn apparently heard it. She turned her head and looked at me. I couldn’t quite read the look in her eyes.
I slipped past my door and joined her at Bill’s door. I put my ear to the door with my nose about six inches away from Marilyn’s nose.
Karen’s voice was clear now, still rhythmic and beseeching. “Yes…yes…yes…fuck me…yes…yes…like that…yes…fuck me…oh god…yes…oh…” Bill’s voice was low, and I had a hard time making out what he was saying, but he clearly was urging her on.
Marilyn grasped the sleeve of my robe and pulled me across the hallway and into my bedroom. She eased the door shut and then whirled around and grabbed the front of my robe with both fists like she was a movie tough guy about to rough me up. She thumped her head against my chest and held it there. She took a deep breath and sighed. “Okay, buddy. This is how it is. I’m a happily married woman, and I love my husband. But I haven’t been laid in ages, and listening to those two going at it is making me horny as hell. So forget what I said before. You’re about to get very, very lucky.”
She untied my robe and let it fall open. Her hands found my cock and balls. She grasped me with an underhanded grip and squeezed. “Oh! You’re so hard. I haven’t felt…”
I cut her off with a kiss. I untied her robe and parted it with my hands. I slid them around her waist and pulled her tight against me, trapping her hands between us and crushing her breasts against my chest. When our tongues met, I sensed a hunger in her that never would have expected. We intertwined tongues for a few seconds and then she sucked on mine so hard that it hurt.
She suddenly broke off the kiss. She immediately shrugged off her robe and then pushed mine off of my shoulders. I let it slide down my arms to the floor and was about to embrace her again when she gave me a sharp shove backward toward the foot of the bed. My legs bumped against it. She gave me another shove, and I let myself fall onto my back. I had barely landed on the bed when she was astride me, working the head of my cock up and down through her slip
pery folds.
She rubbed the head against her clit for a few seconds and then guided me into her. She very slowly slid down my whole length. She was wonderfully wet and burning up. I was surprised at how very tight she was.
She gingerly raised and lowered herself a few times as if she were trying to get accustomed to having me in her. Then she placed her hands on my shoulders and began to ride me, very slowly at first, and then faster and faster.
I held her hips and watched her tits sway and bounce. I found myself struggling to maintain my self-control. I usually don’t have a problem with cumming too quickly, but Marilyn was proving to be a challenge.
I was on the verge of cumming, and was about to clamp down on her hips to stop her for a minute, when she suddenly froze and squeezed me between her thighs. She clutched her breasts and pulled on her nipples. She squealed and shook her head. Her thighs trembled, and then she collapsed on my chest, gasping for breath.
I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her cheek. I was rock-hard and still on the precipice.
After a couple of minutes, Marilyn started moving her hips, clenching my cock with her pussy. She obviously was ready for more.
I slid one arm down around her waist and held her tightly, keeping her impaled on my cock as I rolled over on top of her. I took hold of her hands and pinned them to the bed next to her shoulders. I leaned over and kissed her on the lips. She parted them and gave me her tongue. I started moving my hips, giving her long, slow strokes.
I kissed my way down her neck and chest until I captured one of her nipples. It hardened immediately. I sucked it for a few seconds and then captured the other. Marilyn moaned and lifted her hips to meet my thrusts.
I rose up and straightened my arms, my hands still pinning her hands to the bed. Although the room was fairly dark, I was able to gaze into her eyes as I fucked her. She held my gaze, and met me thrust-for-thrust. My self control had returned, but I knew its grasp was tenuous. I tried to turn off my mind and just enjoy the sensation.