Taken by a New Lover

by Thomas Henry

  I ran my tongue up and pressed it against her hooded clit. I moved it back and forth, giving her a little massage before plunging into her again. She was lubricating nicely, and I gave fleeting thought to mounting her, but then I decided to save myself for later that night. I suspected that our evening activities would require all the sexual stamina I could muster.

  I flicked her slippery clit with my tongue. She squirmed and let out a groan. I sucked her clit between my lips and stroked it with the tip of my tongue. Marilyn stiffened and lifted her hips again. I slid my hands under her butt and held her up as I continued sucking and licking. She bucked and started to shake. She grabbed my head with both hands and pulled at my hair as she clamped my head between her thighs. I kept sucking and licking until I sensed that her orgasm had peaked. Then I stopped and remained motionless until I felt her relax.

  “You know,” she sighed, “I think that might have helped after all.”

  I gave her a couple of slow, gentle strokes with my tongue and then kissed my way back up her body. I kissed her lips and rolled over onto my back. She turned toward me and draped her leg over mine. She lifted her head so I could put my arm under it and then rested it on my shoulder.

  She lay quietly for a few minutes, and I thought she had fallen asleep. But then she said, “Um…about last night…”

  “Regrets?”

  She turned her head slightly and kissed my chest. “No…not really. But I thought maybe I should explain.”

  I didn’t know if she was referring to her change of heart about having sex with me, or the tears that followed, or what. I waited for her to continue.

  “I meant what I said about loving my husband. And I thought I’d never cheat on him. But it’s been so long since we’ve…um…made love. And Karen and Bill were going at it…and you were so…”

  When she didn’t continue, I said, “I’m not sure I understand what you mean about it being so long. He’s been at sea for only a few weeks, hasn’t he?”

  Marilyn shook her head. “It’s not that. I mean, it’s not because he’s gone right now. It’s been…well, it’s been years since…”

  She slid her hand down my body and grasped my engorged cock. I hardened immediately.

  “Dean has a condition.” She stroked my rigid member. “He’s not like this. He has trouble…you know…getting an erection. And when he does, he can’t keep it long enough to…um…you know.”

  “So you haven’t had sex in…what…years?”

  She shook her head again. “I mean, we do things…you know. But we don’t actually…”

  “That must be frustrating.”

  “Yeah. For both of us. I mean, he uses his fingers and his tongue on me. And I suck him. And we both get off…sometimes. But it’s not the same, you know?”

  “So…you can make him cum, even though he isn’t hard?”

  “Yeah. Well, sometimes he gets sort of hard. But even if he doesn’t, he can cum if I suck him and…um…use my finger to…um…massage his prostate.”

  Now I understood how it was that Marilyn was able to tell Karen how to do a prostate massage. “That can be pretty intense,” I said.

  “You’ve had it done to you?”

  I decided to hedge a bit. “Well, when the doctor examines my prostate, he sort of massages it with his finger.”

  “Ah, but does he suck you at the same time?” Marilyn still had a grip on me, so she must have felt my cock throb.

  “Um…not usually.”

  She gave me a squeeze and then began kissing her way down my chest. She worked her way down until she was lying between my legs. She had the head of my cock in her mouth, rubbing the underside with her tongue, as she slowly stroked me with one hand. She had her other hand down between her own thighs. I assumed she was masturbating.

  I was wrong. She was lubricating her middle finger with her own juices. While she continued to suck and stroke me, she worked that finger into my ass and found my prostate. Just when I thought I would explode, she stopped sucking and held still until I got myself under control.

  “Pretty intense, you say?” She gave the head of my cock a little kiss.

  “Um…yeah… And when you just stop like that, it brings ‘blue balls’ to a whole new level.”

  “Oh, sorry.” She gave me an impish smile. “Is this better?’ She resumed rubbing my prostate with her fingertip, but without sucking or stroking my cock. I felt like I was on the verge of gushing a gallon of cum.

  Marilyn used a fingertip to catch the drop of clear liquid that was oozing out of my cock. She sucked that finger into her mouth as she slowly withdrew the other from my ass.

  “That’s enough for now,” she said. “Better save some for tonight.”

  It was all I could do to keep from stroking myself as she slipped back up beside me and lay her head on my shoulder once again. “I suppose you’re right,” I said, “but I don’t think these blue balls are gonna let me get much of a nap.”

  Marilyn snuggled up against me and kissed me on the cheek. “Just close your eyes and relax.”

  The need in my balls kept me awake for a while, but I must have drifted off, because I was startled when I heard voices in the hallway outside my bedroom. Karen and Bill had come back from the beach. Marilyn was still snuggled up to me, sound asleep.

  I heard Bill’s bedroom door thump shut. Marilyn stirred. A few minutes later, Karen started to cry out.

  Marilyn opened her eyes and lifted her head. “Is that Karen?”

  “Yep. She and Bill got back a few minutes ago.”

  “Oh my god! They’re at it again?”

  My cock started to swell. Marilyn seemed not to notice. She sat up and said, “They’re going to drive me crazy.” She leaned over and kissed me. “I better go put something on. See you later.” She hopped out of bed and cracked the door. Apparently satisfied that no one was in the hallway, she slipped out, gave me a little wave, and closed the door behind her.

  I lay there mesmerized by the sounds coming from the other bedroom. I tried to imagine what Bill was doing to elicit such sounds from Karen. The more I thought about it, the more my stomach knotted, and the harder my cock got.

  It must have been about a half hour later when Karen’s hysteria peaked, and I heard Bill say, “That’s it baby! Cum for me! That’s it! Oh…yeah! Here it comes! Here it comes, baby! Ahhhhhh! Take it, baby! Take it all!” I could hear them both grunting and panting for a few moments, and then all I could hear was slurping, kissing sounds.

  Curiosity got the better of me. I rolled out of bed and cracked my door open to try to hear better. I held the door with one hand and massaged my balls with the other. In a little while, Bill’s door opened and Karen slipped out. She was naked and sweaty, and her hair was askew. Her bikini dangled from one hand. Her other was between her thighs, cupping her pussy. As she closed Bill’s door, I opened my door a bit further.

  Karen turned and saw me. She raised her eyebrows as she silently mouthed the words, “He came so much!” She withdrew her cupped hand from under her pussy and held it out toward me. It was awash in semen, some of it no doubt mine. And without her hand under her pussy to catch it, a dribble of cum oozed down her inner thigh. So now, Bill had displaced my sperm and replaced it with his own. A wave of jealousy washed over me, and my cock throbbed.

  Karen cupped her pussy again and toddled over to me. She seemed a bit unsteady as she rose on her toes and kissed my cheek. The smell of Bill’s cologne made my stomach lurch.

  Karen tucked her bikini under her arm so she could squeeze my rigid cock. “Save this for later,” she whispered. She bent over and licked the oozing precum from the head. “And get some rest. You’re gonna need it.” She straightened again and minced down the hallway to the master bedroom. My balls ached, and my cock felt tighter than a drum. When I gripped myself, I was sure I was an inch longer than usual.

  I backed into my room and was closing the door when Bill’s door opened again and he swaggered out, his swinging cock stil
l swollen and glistening. He saw me and gave me a big smile. “Oh, man!” he whispered, “That girl can fuck!”

  My stomach churned. But my cock remained hard…and fortunately out of his sight. “I heard,” I finally managed to say.

  Bill started toward the bathroom, but paused and looked around as if he were trying to make sure we were alone. “I still have a couple of those Viagras. I’m gonna take one tonight. Want one?”

  * * * *

  We decided to stay in and order room service for dinner. Everyone was freshly showered and wearing something “comfortable.” We had planned to dine at the little table out on the balcony, but the wind blowing in off the ocean made that cold and uncomfortable, so we ended up at the larger dining table inside the suite. Bill had his romantic music playing again. Candles on the table provided the only light.

  My idea of dressing comfortably was navy blue silk pajamas topped by a matching silk robe. Hef would have been proud.

  Bill opted for matching leopard print shorts and tank top. Not unlike his bathing suit, his shorts did little to conceal the bounce and swing of his cock and balls.

  Both women were dressed in lingerie. Karen wore a soft rose colored lace baby-doll with matching panties. Her areolas were clearly visible through the sheer fabric.

  Marilyn was a bit more conservative in an aqua satin robe. Although I couldn’t see through it, it did a wonderful job of telegraphing the shape and movement of her breasts. It was very short, but just long enough that I couldn’t be sure if she was wearing panties. And once again, she had undone her French twist and let her wavy copper hair cascade over her shoulders.

  By the time the food arrived, we all had had a couple of margaritas and were feeling pretty loose. Bill was all over Karen, kissing her and feeling her up. The room service guy got a real eyeful when he delivered the food. I would have loved to have been a fly on the wall of his mind. I could just imagine what he told the other hotel employees about what he saw.

  We had pretty much finished dinner…and a bottle and a half of wine…when I picked up my phone and tapped the screen. “Okay…Marilyn. Truth or dare?”

  Marilyn rolled her eyes. “Oh, no. Not this again.” She shrugged her shoulders. “Truth, I guess.”

  I tapped the phone. “How many drinks would it take before you would make out with Bill?”

  “Well…how many drinks have I had?”

  “Hey! Shouldn’t this be some kind of dare?” Bill asked.

  Marilyn blew him a kiss. “Don’t you wish?”

  “Okay…Bill. Truth or dare?”

  “Truth.”

  I tapped the phone. “Has anyone ever walked in on you while you were masturbating?”

  “Yeah. My ex-wife. Pissed her off.”

  “Why’s that?” I asked.

  “Well…I guess it was because I was jerking off with a pair of her panties...and she wasn’t in ‘em.”

  Marilyn nodded. “You can see her point.”

  “And she saw his point,” Karen said.

  “Okay…Karen. Truth or dare?”

  “Truth!”

  I tapped the phone. “Have you ever made out with another woman?”

  Karen’s eyes flickered to mine. “Well…I’m not sure you’d say we made out, exactly. I mean, it was more like…well…sex.”

  “What?” Marilyn said. “You had sex with another woman?”

  “Well, technically…more than one woman.”

  “And you think you know a person,” Bill said, smiling as he shook his head.

  Marilyn just gazed at Karen with a bemused expression on her face.

  “Okay, my turn,” I said. “Truth.” I tapped the phone. “It says, ‘Have you ever had sex while someone else was in the room? Do you think they knew? Did that make it better?’ Well, yeah, I hope she knew! Certainly was better for me, anyway.”

  “Hey!” Marilyn slapped my arm. “That’s not what the question meant!”

  “Okay, moving along,” I said. “Marilyn, truth or dare?”

  “I want you to tell the truth about that last question!”

  I glanced at Karen. She was looking at me.

  “Yes, I have. Yes, they knew. Yes, it was. Now then, truth or dare?”

  Marilyn folded her arms. “Dare.”

  I tapped the phone. “Let Karen spank you three times.”

  “Here you go,” Karen said, scooting her chair back and patting her knee. “Bend over.”

  Marilyn shook her head as she eased herself down across Karen’s thighs. Karen pulled up the hem of Marilyn’s robe, revealing that she was indeed wearing satin panties that matched her robe.

  “The panties have to come off,” Karen said. “Gotta spank your bare ass.”

  “Oh, no. The dare didn’t say anything about that.”

  “It was implicit in the dare,” Bill said. “Everybody knows that spankings are bare-ass.”

  “All in favor of a bare-ass spanking, raise your hand,” I said. Bill and Karen and I raised our hands.

  Marilyn looked around at us and said, “Oh, hell…” She shook her head again…and raised her hand.

  Karen pulled Marilyn’s panties down to mid-thigh, revealing her smooth, hairless pussy lips and her pale bottom. Bill reached over and worked Marilyn’s panties the rest of the way off. He held them up to his face and closed his eyes as he took a deep breath. “Mmm…her pussy smells gooood.”

  “Tastes good, too,” I said.

  Marilyn squirmed a bit, but didn’t protest, as Bill ran a fingertip between her folds and then stuck it in his mouth. He nodded. “Man, you’re right about that.” Marilyn’s face was bright red.

  “Okay, Karen. Three smacks on her ass,” I said.

  Karen gave Marilyn’s right cheek a moderate slap.

  “Oh, come on!” Bill said. “That’s not spanking. She didn’t even wince. Give her a real smack!”

  “Sorry, Marilyn,” Karen said. “Just remember, this hurts me more than it hurts you.”

  “Bullshi...OUCH!” Marilyn cried as Karen gave her right cheek a real slap.

  “Yeah, ouch!” Karen said as she shook her hand. “I thought I was only kidding about it hurting me more.”

  “That’s better,” Bill said. “Now give her one on the other side.” Karen gave Marilyn’s left cheek a pretty good slap.

  “OUCH! Damn, that hurts!” Marilyn said. Both cheeks had bright red hand prints.

  Karen shook her hand again and said, “I’m sorry. Shall I kiss it and make it better?”

  “Allow me,” Bill said. He knelt next to Marilyn and gave her gentle kisses on both ass cheeks. He slid his hand up her inner thigh and ran a fingertip between her folds. “Oh-oh,” he said. “She’s wetter that she was. Seems somebody likes being spanked.”

  Marilyn wriggled up off of Karen’s knees and held out her hand. “My panties?”

  Bill wadded them up in his fist and shook his head. “Uh-uh. They’re mine now.”

  Marilyn stared at him for a few seconds. “You’ll look great in them.” She came back and sat down next to me. “Well?” she said, jutting her chin toward my phone.

  “Um…okay…let’s see…Bill, truth or dare?”

  “Uh…dare?”

  I tapped the phone. “Give Marilyn a reverse piggyback ride around the room.”

  Bill rubbed his palms together. “I guess I’m up to the challenge.”

  “Hey!” Marilyn said. “Wouldn’t that be more of a dare for me?”

  I shrugged my shoulders and raised my eyebrows in a parody of innocence. “I’m just reading what the phone says.”

  “I’m beginning to have my suspicions about that phone!” Marilyn held out her hand. Bill stood up and pulled her to her feet.

  “So how do we do this?” she asked.

  Bill held his arms wide. “Just jump aboard.”

  Marilyn placed her hands on Bill’s shoulders and jumped. I was a little surprised that she hadn’t insisted on putting her panties back on first. Bill caught her by thrusting his forea
rms under her thighs and catching her bare butt in his palms. She wrapped her legs around his hips.

  As Bill paraded around the room, Marilyn’s bare pussy bumped against the leopard-print fabric covering his groin. After a few steps, his shorts were sporting quite a bulge. As he walked, Bill worked Marilyn up and down, rubbing her pussy against his swollen member. When he brought her back, he continued to hold her against him for a few seconds before slowly lowering her to her feet. The air was thick with sexual tension.

  Marilyn dropped back into her chair next to me. I took a deep breath. My heart was racing, and I was starting to get that urgent feeling in my balls. “Okay, let’s see… I guess it’s Karen’s turn.”

  Karen took a swig of her wine. “Oh…dare. Definitely dare!”

  I touched my phone, and my balls tightened as I read the dare. “Okay, Karen, you’re supposed to let me give you a motor boat.”

  “Make it a yacht and you’ve got a deal!”

  “Don’t know what a ‘motor boat’ is, do you?”

  Karen shook her head, stifling a smile. “Nope. Never heard of it.”

  I got down on my knees in front of her. “Um…to do this properly, I need to adjust this a bit.” I slipped the thin straps off her shoulders and tugged the baby-doll down below her breasts. I touched my nose to her bare chest and pressed her breasts against my cheeks with my palms. I quickly turned my head back and forth, making motor-boat sounds with my lips by blowing against her bare skin.

  Karen giggled and hunched up her shoulders. “That tickles!”

  I stopped motor-boating and drew one of her nipples between my lips. I gently sucked it and flicked it with my tongue. When I moved to the other nipple, Karen wrapped her arms around my head and pulled me hard against her breast. She sighed. “That…doesn’t tickle…” I gently squeezed her nipple between my front teeth before pulling her baby-doll back up over her breasts.

  I sat back down, hoping that my robe concealed my erection. “Well, now…let’s see…I guess it’s my turn,” I said. “May as well go with truth.” I tapped the screen. My breath caught in my throat when I read the question. How many people in this room have you had sex with?

  This could be awkward. I’d had sex with both women, but only Karen knew that. And depending on how loosely “sex” was defined, my devil’s threesome with Bill and Mai might count as sex with Bill. But Marilyn didn’t know anything about the threesome, and Bill didn’t know that Karen knew.