Rimonoteague Chapter 5

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 “Robert! The bacon!” I yelled. The smell of burning bacon interrupted that sexual afterglow before reality intervened. Robert came back to reality, cried “Fuck!” and rushed out of our bedroom. While he had been making breakfast, my new husband-sanctioned lover and I had had bone-shaking love. My husband was mesmerized by the way his wife had fucked his friend to near-breathless gasping. Maybe I had fucked Thomas’s autonomic nervous system senseless as well: he could not breathe or see or hear. I crawled on my knees to Thomas’s face to wake him up. He took the hint and licked my swollen pussy. His tongue and mouth were magical. I like men who are not squeamish about eating pussy, even a freshly fucked one. “Leave some of the juices where they are, Thomas.” I was debauched and wanted the feeling to continue. “I want to feel cum leaking out of me while we have breakfast.” Breakfast was necessarily delayed. With the morning meal finally served in front of the fire, all went back to normal. Normal, peaceful until the mimosas loosened our tongues. Our first threesome spat pitted Robert and me against Thomas. The national papers were strewn around the room. I put my cup on the counter and turned on the television. I flipped from one network to the next, deciding for Robert and I how long we lingered on each show. During those long infomercials, we enjoyed the conversation game, talking Escort izmir about the politics. “Angie,” Thomas offered. “These talking head shows on Sunday mornings don’t solve anything. All they do is stir up the populace. No one’s vote is going to change because of what some clown tells a network. I get annoyed even listening to all those crooked politicians.” I answered, “So that is why you weren’t interested in the Post or Times yesterday or this morning.”  Robert spoke up. “Thomas, this has been our ritual for years. We roll through the channels, listening to a variety of pundits discussing the issues of the day.” Thomas endured it as long as he could. He announced, “It’s past noon. I’m going to hike up to the lodge and see what I can find to do for a while.” Robert and I insisted on doing what we had done every Sunday morning for over twenty-five years: we read the newspapers and watched the network news shows. This time it was nice being alone for a while. Plus, Thomas’s reaction was way of character and not good manners for a guest. “Robert,” I began. “Yesterday I imagined Thomas moving in with us, even rearranging the closets to accommodate his needs. He sure satisfied mine this morning. But now I have doubts.” My husband sighed. “I had this fantasy that my old college buddy might become your fuck-buddy. I am away so much and I know you izmir escort bayan have needs.” “Tell me more about your plan.” “Yeah,” Robert continued. “I should have told you our only college arguments were about which party to join, what constituted a worthy cause. He has only a few political ideas and they are way off the grid. Are you upset?” I quickly answered him, “Not at all. This is what our marriage needed. Maybe a one-off, though.” Thomas’s demeanor when he returned assuaged my concerns. He was chipper, whistling an old cowboy song, telling us about the view from the lodge balcony and how he had met a very, very pretty young lady. “She kisses good. Had we found a place, I might have fucked her right there.” Fuck, I thought, Thomas is a weird blend of Lance and DeAndre. Then I realized, fuck no. I would never want to live with either DeAndre or Lance. Thomas’s stock was going down, fast. Thomas said, “Oh. I almost forgot. I have us down for the sunset ride on the small sleigh. We leave here in an hour and will be back after dark.” At one point of our mimosa-induced lolling, I said, “I could get used to this routine: hot tubs, hot showers, snowstorms, gourmet meals and being fucked senseless by two handsome guys.” The sleigh seated eight. Robert, Thomas and I took the three rearmost places, with me in the middle. I kissed my husband izmir escort once or twice, but not passionately. When Thomas leaned in for his turn, he tried to tongue me and I found it offensive to start out that way. The first stop was at the 150 foot high waterfall. A walkway wound across the gorge, with plenty of photo opportunities. I tried to divide my time equally between my husband and my lover. Whoever was with me at the time got all my attention. The other was not even there to me, although he could watch. Thomas tried no more tacky moves. At Robert’s turn, Thomas watched us at the waterfall platform. Like the converging and diverging streams of freezing water, so too our marital desire and his receiving my vibrations spoke of a need required. I wanted Robert to kiss me, passionately and for a long time. “We will always be one.” Whether Robert actually said the words or I just felt them, I heard that word one loud and clear. “Yes,” I agreed. I threw back my head and he leaned me against the railing. Our cheeks met, then our lips, then our groins. Robert wondered, “How can I feel so much of you, under such clothing? Your tit is pink and getting hard. You are out of breath. I feel the flame in your heart burning your pussy.” I giggled, “If you don’t stop that pussy grinding, your humping against the rail is going to get us both killed.” Thomas was a few yards away, watching and maybe stewing as well. The driver was getting impatient. A buffet dinner was included in the ticket price. It was Thomas’s treat. The freezing temperatures, blowing wind and scenery brought out the hunger that would soon be satisfied. The camaraderie of our group was amazing.

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