Stimulation

by Kamilla Murphy

  For the rest of the vacation week the silence around the villa was deafening. Meals were catch-as-catch-can affairs. Sleeping arrangements remained the same though the frequency of sex didn’t.

  On the morning of their last full day there Amy, as she had on the first morning, was first to awaken, put on a bikini and take her book out by the pool. Unable to concentrate, she read several pages and yet nothing registered. In disgust she threw the book aside and went back in to mix herself a Bloody Mary.

  She was making her third drink of the morning when Jen came out of the bedroom, naked and unapologetic.

  Trying for neutral small talk, Jen said, “That looks good. I think I’ll make one too.”

  “I want my husband back,” Amy said, no beating around the bush—with mainly Bloody Marys doing the talking.

  “Why the change?” Jen said warily.

  “He’s my husband. I had him first, and it was a mistake to let you take him away from me.”

  “It seems like you tossed him aside for Brad and not that anybody ‘took’ him away from you.”

  “No. You stole him, playing on his fantasies about young girls.”

  Jen laughed. “My fantasies, huh?” she said and then laughed again. “You saw your husband as boring and wanted something wilder, and my husband fit the bill until you wanted Damian’s BBC more. How did that work out for you?” Since Amy said nothing, Jen added, “I guess it didn’t.”

  “I’m taking him back,” Amy finally said barely above a whisper.

  “You’ll have to talk to Elliot about that. He’s a big boy and can make up his own mind. Leave me out of it.” Amy went back out to the pool and Jen went to the hot tub.

  Jen was expecting Elliot to join her but instead it was Brad who showed up. “Can I get in there with you?”

  She sighed and said it was okay, happy that like her he had a bathing suit on. “Amy’s out by the pool, you know.”

  “I know she is, but it’s you I want to speak with.” Jen looked at him, making a small move of her head, like saying out with it already. He continued, “I made a big mistake. The biggest actually. Amy isn’t the woman you are, and I want to get back to how things used to be. Please let me back into your life. I don’t want a divorce. I don’t want to lose you.”

  “Maybe you already have,” she said while looking away.

  Brad slid closer and put his arm around his wife. She initially flinched but relaxed enough to return eye contact. He once more begged her to take him back. “I promise to keep you as the only woman I’ll ever want.”

  “Would you say that if that two-faced bitch Alexa was here next to you?”

  “Yes I would, I swear.” He paused and then said, “I’m going right now to tell Amy how I feel.”

  “And what if I say no, that I’m staying with Elliot no matter what?”

  “Then I guess I’ll live alone,” he said as he stood and exited the hot tub. He angrily grabbed a towel and walked away.

  While Brad and Jen were talking in the hot tub, Amy went to the bedroom to speak with Elliot. He was pulling on swim shorts when she entered the room. Her speech was much like Brad’s. “I’m stupid and I made a mistake. I still want to be your wife… if you’ll take me back.”

  “What happened? I thought you’d found somebody better than me.”

  “No! I didn’t. I realize now that you’re the one I need.”

  “But what about my needs, huh? It’s not always about you.”

  “I’m sorry that I put so much pressure on you for sex. I’ll try to do better.”

  He shook his head. “You don’t get it, and maybe you never will. So again, what happened? Damian’s cock too big for you, is that it?”

  “No, that’s not it. I just came to my senses, that’s all.”

  “What about Brad? Have you told him or does he still think you’re an item?”

  “I think he’s talking to Jen now… about, you know, getting back together.”

  “I’m not giving you an answer, Amy. I’m going to take Jen out for an early dinner and then we’ll see. You’ll just have to accept that.”

  Amy didn’t want to accept that. Instead she undid her bikini bra and let it fall to the bedroom floor before she flopped onto the bed. “Maybe we can do something… I’ll do whatever you want…”

  Elliot left her agape as he walked from the room without comment or even a backward glance.

  Jen was climbing from the hot tub when Elliot found her. He picked up a towel and began to tenderly dry her, lingering at her breasts barely covered by the miniscule bikini top. “Amy just came to me, wanting me back. I take it Brad did the same?”

  “Yes. I didn’t give him an answer though. What about you? What did you tell Amy?”

  “I told her that I was taking you to dinner later and that together we’d make the decision.” He was standing behind her, pulling her hair aside and placing his lips at her neck.

  “Do you realize what you’re doing to me?” she whispered as a shiver swept through her body.

  Elliot slid his hand under a bra cup and felt her stiff nipple. “I do now,” he said.

  They spread a few towels on the floor. On their makeshift bed they made love. Not a word was spoken and neither one of them was in a hurry. Elliot spooned behind her and gently thrust, meeting her ass moving backward on each one. No hurry, making it last. Slow didn’t mean any delay in Jen’s gratification however.

  “I’m cumming… I’m cumming… I’m cummmminggggggggg!” she gleefully screamed.

  Elliot didn’t need her to tell him the moment was upon her. He silently let go, not so much shooting his cum into her but feeling himself empty like a blissfully open spigot, milked by her convulsing vagina walls.

  After some post-coital cool-down, the couple showered and dressed to go out. Elliot had made reservations at a better than average eatery that would be quieter at this early hour. They shared a bottle of wine and both ordered medium-rare ribeyes. Watching Jen eat, Elliot said,” You have an amazing metabolism. Have you always had this appetite?”

  Jen smiled lasciviously and said, “I have several voracious appetites,” as she attacked her loaded baked potato.

  “As I’m learning,” he responded with an equally wide smile.

  With no one within earshot of their table and sipping the last of the wine they talked about their dilemma. Jen was pragmatic and suggested that they’d had reasons for marrying who they had, and no matter how things played out during their vacation the marriages were like an investment that they probably shouldn’t walk away from.

  “I understand all that, and it’s not like I don’t still feel something for Amy, but what about us? I don’t want lose you now that I found what I was missing.”

  “Who says we can’t be together?” Jen said. “You know now that she’s had a taste Amy is going to cheat on you, with my husband or with someone else. I figure we can spend as much time as possible, like a clandestine affair… oooh how deviously sexy that sounds to me.”

  “I’d definitely be up for that,” Elliot said and then laughed when he realized his double entendre.

  “We can still be together at times and avoid the messy property issues that we were certainly headed towards. I haven’t said it… maybe out of superstition or something, but I love you, Elliot, and someday I will walk away from my marriage for you. That is if you want me.”

  “I’ll say it too: I love you, Jen, and I’d love to spend the rest of my life with you. So if we have a secret affair we’ll consider it a dry run, a test, though I know I don’t need one.”

  “I don’t think I need one either, yet it will be fun to sneak around. Damn, I’m horny thinking about it!”

  “I’d love to explore your condition,” he said with a grin, “but tonight we probably should sleep with our spouses, right?”

  “Yeah, you’re right, though maybe we can find a way to have one for the road, so to speak.”

  “They’ll probably be thinking the same thing so maybe it won�
��t be that difficult to be alone.”

  On the way back to the villa they stopped at a package store and splurged on an expensive cognac. When Jen confirmed that she liked cognac, he said, “Ah, another reason for loving you.”

  The four sat around the living room, all sipping cognac except for Amy who had wine. Jen did the talking for Elliot and confirmed that the two couples would remain as such, saying “We’ll go home the same way we came here, hopefully learning some lessons from this week.” Amy unabashedly asked if that meant husband and wife were back sleeping together on their last night. “Did you really have to ask that question?” Jen said. Amy’s petulant stare was her reply. So much for lessons learned, Jen thought.

  Amy’s mind was already on the night ahead. Would Elliot fuck me, she wondered. Maybe she needed one more round with Brad before they left. She caught Brad’s eye and ran her tongue over the rim of her wine glass. He got the message. “I’m ready for one last soak in the hot tub. Who’ll join me?” she asked.

  Jen responded, “I’ll pass, Amy, but you go right ahead,”

  “I’ll pass on it too,” Elliot said. “I’m going to relax and enjoy this great cognac.”

  Brad accepted the invitation, and therefore Amy got exactly what she wanted. Elliot and Jen got what they wanted too.

  Jen joked with Elliot once they undressed and were in bed. “I’m basically a control freak so that makes me a top kind of girl,” she said after she got him hard and straddled him.

  “You can control me anytime,” he said as she slid him into her and she began to undulate. Watching her approach orgasm was turning into Elliot’s favorite spectator sport. With her eyes closed and her mouth open, she gradually picked up speed until he couldn’t hold on any longer. “Dammit, I’m cumming already,” he cried out.

  “That’s… okay… because… I… am… TOO!” she screamed as the big one hit her, from her pussy all the way up to her short-circuiting brain.

  “This isn’t the end,” Jen declared before they returned to their spouses for the rest of the night.

  Epilogue

  Elliot went around back to the deck, mostly to avoid being seen by whatever nosy neighbors they might have. As he entered through the sliding patio door he called out, “Are you ready for me?” He didn’t wait for an answer, already removing his shirt as he walked into the living room.

  “Hi there, handsome,” Jen cooed as she spread her naked thighs for him on the sofa. The rest of her was naked too.

  “God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he muttered as he continued to strip out of his clothes.

  She laughed, “I guess ‘fucking beautiful’ is a two-fold compliment… tells me what you want to do.”

  “It’s what I always want and can’t wait to have.” Once naked, he fell to his knees between her legs, ready to dine on her gloriously hairless—and apparently already wet—pussy.

  “But before you do that, I’d like to introduce you to my baby sister.”

  “Huh?” was all he could spit out as he looked up to see a beautiful petite brunette standing by the sofa. The fact that she was as naked as he and Jen were and looked to be no older than ten years old took a while for his brain to process.

  The girl said, “My sister’s been telling me about you and you definitely are the hunk she describes.”

  Elliot sputtered “But… but…”

  Jen reached out and placed a hand on both sides of his face. “Don’t worry, she’s of age. And I told her about your fantasy. Doesn’t she fit the image... like me?”

  She certainly did, he realized, and his stiff cock agreed. Her tits were all nipple, no mound, and her pubic area was as bald and soft looking as the proverbial baby’s butt.

  “My name’s Julie, and you can have me. Jen said it was okay as long as she gets to play too.”

  Jen relinquished his head at the same time Julie went to him, took it from her sister, and put her lips on his. Elliot’s brain by that time had turned to mush, lost in that memory of long ago lust. The women took him by the hand and led him to a bedroom, where Julie lay on her back, spread her legs, and beckoned him aboard. Jen unrolled a condom onto his straight-up cock. Julie was wet enough for him to penetrate, and he held back nothing, feverishly fucking the girl until she was moaning and screaming, all the while Jen alternated between stroking her clit and caressing his swinging balls. Jen kissed him, and therefore stifled his orgasmic groan.

  Afterwards, Julie said, “Sis, you’ve got a winner. Lose Brad as soon as you can and corral this man.”

  Elliot muttered to Jen, “I’m so embarrassed. You did it to me again,” meaning the underage fantasy.

  As her sister walked off to the bathroom, Jen said, “Consider it a one-off present to a man who deserves one. She’s always horny, probably hornier than me so we made the deal. You’ve been patient with me so far and I know how it’s been hell living with Amy for the last couple of months. I’m about ready to heed my sister’s advice and take the big step. Are you ready?”

  He said he was and then they kissed.

  When Julie returned to the bedroom they were beginning to make love. She stood in the doorway, smiled and acknowledged the good match they appeared to be. She’d never cared for Brad, especially when he made passes at her. She whispered, more to herself than anybody, “I won’t bother you guys. I had my stimulation, but it’s your show now, Sis.”

  And by the looks of things, Jen knew exactly what she was doing.

  The End

  Kamilla Murphy is the author of bestseller "Unwrapping Wet Amber," novels “Watching January” and “The Missionary Position” as well as novellas “Sailing to Ecstasy” and “The Magistrate’s Witches” along with other works of erotic fiction. She’s a professional, wife and mother of two great teens living in northeastern Massachusetts, hard at work on a special new novel called "Deep Penetration" that will be out by the end of 2015.

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