Some Like It Hot
By
Myra Nour
Triskelion Publishing
Published by Triskelion Publishing www.triskelionpublishing.com
15508 W. Bell Rd. #101, PMB #502, Surprise, AZ 85374 U.S.A.
First e-published by Triskelion Publishing
First e-publishing January 2005
ISBN 1-932866-62-0
Copyright © Myra Nour 2004
All rights reserved.
Cover art by Triskelion Publishing
PUBLISHER’S NOTE: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters places,
and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to
persons living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
Chapter One
“Liz, what am I going to do?” Jennifer propped her chin in her hand and swirled one finger around the rim of her glass. Salt along the edges crumbled and fell into her margarita.
“Jen, you and Tony are going to have to put the steam back in your marriage.”
Jennifer sighed heavily. “You’re telling me. I started my design business at the same time Tony got his big promotion...neither has helped our love life.”
“Hmm,” Liz chuckled and patted her hand. “Boring isn’t the word for you two this past year.” She leaned forward, her large breasts overflowing her blouse. “But you said things had begun to smooth out for both of you several months ago.”
“Yes,” she shrugged and took another sip. “Naturally, during that busy time our sex life suffered, but we seem to be stuck in a rut.”
Elizabeth tapped her fingers on the table. “If I remember correctly, the last time we had lunch, you complained about having sex only once a week.”
Jennifer nodded.
“And these fuck fests are quick wham-bam-thank-you- ma’am.”
She winced at Liz’s blunt way of putting things. But her best friend was right. Tony and she had let their once hot sex life slip into a boring routine. They were as pitiful as some couple who had been married umpteen years. Heck, they’d only been married three.
Taking a large gulp, Jennifer let the drink soothe her nerves. They loved each other dearly, but work had come between them and neither seemed to know how to pull themselves out of this mess.
Maybe that’s why she had finally brought it out in the open. Maybe she hoped Liz could give her some suggestions. Liz and Rob, her husband, had a super hot relationship. Oh, they didn’t hold hands more often than she and Tony, but you could see the heat in other ways. The long, wet kisses they planted on each other during slow dances, hands mutually caressing their partner. The steamy glances they shot each other over dinner.
In fact, Rob and Liz went way beyond propriety in public, but knew it made her uncomfortable, so behaved when they went out together. She’d heard plenty of wild stories about their exhibitionist sexual romps. Liz loved to share them with her.
Frankly, Jennifer doubted the couple would have been their friends, if not for their being buddies since college. Liz and Rob had gotten into more exotic behavior over the years. It was nothing for Liz to pull a pair of fur handcuffs out, then give Jennifer explicit details of their hot sexual session.
She would blush, but not stop her friend. There was something exciting and wicked about Liz’s escapades. She did things Jennifer had only fantasized about, some she hadn’t even considered.
The erotic, handsome couples’ move into BDSM community would have kept them from being friends. Rob and Liz attended parties, then Liz shared some of the tidbits later. But she seemed to sense Jennifer could only take so much.
“Hey! Are you asleep?” Liz nudged her arm. Her friend had been rattling on while her thoughts were elsewhere.
“So, what would you suggest – besides whips and chains?”
Liz grinned, not offended. One finely manicured nail rubbed her full lower lip. “I’ve got some ideas. Let me talk to Rob. You and Tony come to dinner tomorrow.”
She groaned silently. “I don’t know if Tony needs to be involved in anything we cook up.”
Liz laughed. “He’ll have to be. But I promise, it will fit both your sensitivities.”
After she left the café Jennifer wondered if she should have asked for Elizabeth’s help. God only knew what those two would come up with.
While preparing dinner, she waffled as to whether she should phone Liz and call it off. But part of her was curious about what direction their sensual friends would point them. For the first time in months she felt a shaft of desire tingle through her blood. If she could get Tony excited as well, maybe she would tell Liz to forget the whole thing.
Tony called just as she finished dinner and said he’d be an hour late. Disappointed, she covered the roast. She had planned on jumping Tony’s bones when he got home. It’d be seven pm by the time her husband drove up. He’d be hungry, and Jennifer hated making love right after she ate. Now there’d be no other choice, they would have to eat first. Sighing, she shoved the casserole dish in the frig.
Regardless, she slipped on a sexy lace teddy with matching thigh high hose, then wore her red silk robe over the outfit. Once they finished eating, she would be ready.
Tony looked tired when he walked in. Running one hand through her hair in frustration, Jennifer wondered if he’d be too pooped to make love. By the time she had the table set, Tony had changed into jeans and a t-shirt. He looked delicious and manly.
He examined her once seated. “Going to bed early like me.”
Her stomach tightened. She had worked herself up properly and really wanted to make love.
By his expression, Tony savored the juicy roast, proving that true by complimenting her cooking after swallowing a bite. She picked at her food and listened attentively as he filled her in on war stories from work.
“Liz invited us to dinner tomorrow,” she interrupted a story about a disgruntled client.
Tony’s expression didn’t change a bit. “You forgot, I have to work tomorrow.”
“Sorry, I did. I could call and cancel. But it is Friday and Liz always throws a grand dinner.” She glanced up at him. “They’re always so fun...and I thought we could use some fun in our life.”
He grinned. “You’re right – they are entertaining.” Tony put his fork down; his plate was empty. “Let’s go then. I can sleep in Sunday.”
She didn’t know how to tell him about Liz’s reason for inviting them to dinner and hated to interrupt Tony as he stretched out to watch TV. After an hour and a huge yawn, he took her hand and pulled her up. “Let’s go to bed.”
Jennifer watched her husband as he went through his night-time preparations. He had stripped down to his shorts, all he wore at night. Her fingers itched to run through the light furring across his chest. He caught her ogling him and waggled one eyebrow at her, then went to the sink.
Her eyes ran up and down his backside as he brushed his teeth. Those brawny thighs and cute male butt called to her like a lover’s song.
Walking up behind him, she peered over his shoulder. “I thought maybe we could make love tonight”
Tony’s expression in the mirror was surprised. She had caught him off-guard. After rinsing he turned and took her in his arms.
“How about tomorrow.” He gave her a soft kiss, sweet with just a hint of passion.
Her nipples hardened and it took all her inner strength to mumble, “Okay” in a nonchalant manner. She wanted him. Desire had gripped her for the first time in weeks, but there would be no release.
Waiting until Tony slid into bed, Jennifer hid behind the half closed door of the bathroom and slipped off her lingerie. She didn’t want Tony to see her seductive outfit. It would make him feel guilty, which was not her goal. He might even decide to make love, and it would be another of those half-hearted attempts. No. She wanted sex when they were both so hot they had a hard time keeping their hands off each other.
Her husband was already asleep when she slid slowly under the covers. Staring up at the ceiling, she wondered where they’d gone wrong. They used to talk for hours, cuddle while watching TV, go on picnics, and more importantly engage in frequent bouts of wild sex. But, her conscious interjected, was sex that important?
Tony was everything to her—friend, companion, and lover. They’d met in college and married soon after graduating. They were one of those love-struck couples that some people envied.
Jennifer smiled softly as she remembered their first anniversary. She’d caught the flu and Tony looked after her like a mother. He brought her soup, medicine, coddled her, and fussed at her when she tried to go back to work too soon. Her job back then had been flipping burgers to help with college expenses.
Tony looked after her needs, yet allowed her freedom of will. They always consulted each other about important decisions, like opening her business, and the benefits versus down side of his promotion. Heck, they even discussed small things, such as which movie to watch. He didn’t insist they always go to action, shoot ‘em up movies, like some husbands did. They always worked out a compromise. Sometimes she went with him to a martial arts movie when she wasn’t in the mood, and then he’d go to a chick flick with her the next time. She chuckled to herself. Tony usually looked miserable throughout those movies, but a few times he’d actually enjoyed them.
Romantic movies got her in the mood, and afterwards they would have a grand time. Trying to imitate the flick of the moment, they might make love in a tub full of bubbles, while candles set the mood. One time, they’d tried a food scene like the movie 9 ½ weeks, but it had ended in a giggle-fest.
The springs protested as her husband changed positions, bringing her back to the problem at hand. Yes, she decided, sex was critical. It wasn’t the most important ingredient to a happy marriage, but it was a vital one. She sighed. Besides, she missed those steamy sessions.
Jennifer realized she really did need Liz’s help. She just hoped whatever her friend cooked up, would work.
Chapter Two
Dinner at Elizabeth and Robert’s house was delicious, as usual. Shrimp cocktails, then filet mignon as the main entrée, followed by a chocolate mousse to die for. Of course the cook prepared the meal, but she wasn’t complaining. They had retired to the comfortable family room for coffee when Liz brought the subject up, and bluntly at that.
“So. Jen says you two need to spice up your sex life.”
Tony had just taken a sip of coffee and gulped it down at her remark. “Argh.” He opened his mouth and fanned it with his hand.
Liz giggled. “Sorry.”
The sharp look from Tony’s eyes said Liz wouldn’t be forgiven that easily. He turned those penetrating brown eyes on her. “What have you been telling Elizabeth?”
Tony and Rob always called their friends by their proper names, while she and Liz used the shorter versions as nicknames.
“Yes, Jennifer, do tell.”
She turned to Rob, sure Liz had filled him in on all the gory details. Setting her cup down firmly, she caught her husband’s eyes. “All I said was the truth—that we’ve gotten into a rut due to our jobs.”
“Oh, that was all.” Tony folded his arms and leaned into the couch. “Just some stimulating dinner conversation.”
“Come on, ol’ man.” Rob interrupted, coming to her defense. “It’s a common problem for married couples and it just slipped out during girl talk.”
Tony gave them each a hard look and then shrugged. “Okay, as long as the subject is dropped.”
“Well, as a matter-of-fact, Rob and I were discussing different ways to overcome this problem.”
His lips flat-lined and Tony stared straight ahead. He was not a happy camper. Her husband was a very private person.
Jennifer’s eyes flitted around the room—anywhere but at Tony’s stiff body. It was a comfortable space, furnished in what she called safari style, with a leather couch and chairs you could sink into. Fake animal furs draped over the furniture, adding to the coziness of the room.
Liz’s next words drew her back to the conversation. “We thought you two need is a challenge, something to get the steam back.”
“Oh, black leather and whips,” Tony replied in a slow drawl.
Jennifer winced at his phrase, but Liz only chuckled and Rob laughed.
“Those certainly couldn’t hurt...but no, we had something a little less intense in mind.”
“What?” Jennifer asked, too curious for one of Liz’s dramatic pauses.
Her friend picked up her cup and took a minute sip before answering, slipping in her pause anyway. “One simple way to infuse excitement into a relationship is to play exhibitionist games.”
Tony snorted. “You mean Robert is going to drag me to a strip club.” His tone was sarcastic. “Not interested.” At Rob and Liz’s merry expressions, he added, “Or even better, set Jennifer up to dance for me.”
Rob burst out laughing again and Liz covered giggles.
“Not a bad idea,” Liz coughed into her hand. ”But what we had in mind were games that any normal couple can play, just depends on how far you want to go.”
“Such as?” Tony’s voice was totally bored, although his posture expressed interest by him leaning forward.
“We’re not going to give the whole plan away, but the first challenge would be for you to play around in a public Jacuzzi.”
“How much is playing around?” She asked nervously. An image of her and Tony kissing and stroking each other in a hot tub while people stood around them, popped into her head. Unbelievingly, her blood heated and her cheeks flushed.
“Kissing, caressing.” One of Liz’s pauses followed. “But to win the challenge...how do I put this delicately.”
“There has to be a home run,” Rob interrupted.
Tony laughed, but it was not a merry sound. “I can just see us banging away in front of our neighbors.”
Liz jabbed her husband with her elbow. “It doesn’t have to be a full session, just as long as Tony’s cock slips inside you.” She stared at Jennifer.
Tony frowned at her friend. He considered body language talk in front of others in bad taste. She smiled. Liz was just tired of mincing around the subject.
“That sounds like it is beyond a little game playing.” She commented.
Liz shrugged. “You can pick the time and place. Shoot, you can go in when everyone is asleep, but it’s that element of danger we’re after. You could be seen.”
“And then what?” Tony asked.
“Each weekend we’ll give you an assignment. The chance of exposure will get a little more risky with each one.” She glanced at her husband. “We thought maybe six times should do the trick.”
“It will be up to you whether you play the game once or twice during the weekend.” Rob grinned. “You’ll be too busy to get involved in this during the work week.”
“But no sex except during the game time.” Liz gave them both a serious look.
Jennifer turned to Tony, who raised an eyebrow at her. ”I was starting to think this sounded fun, but no sex for six weeks!” Her voice rose and she gripped her hands together.
“You can have sex during your games...depends on how far you are willing to push the envelope.”
“And the challenge could be as short as three weeks if you choose to participate Saturday and Sunday,” Rob added.
“The whole thing sounds ridiculous,” Tony frowned.
“Just think,” Liz paused, “not having sex except during the game will make you want each other even more.”
“That’s not what I meant,” Tony ran his hand through his hair. “It’s the challenge that is ridiculous.”
Jennifer’s insides went mushy at the thought of depriving themselves of sex for weeks, while the idea of playing sexual games made her feel hot all over. Suddenly, all doubts fled her mind. She wanted this.
“Is it ridiculous for us to work at putting the heat back into our sex life?” Jennifer’s tone came out more challenging than she intended.
Her husband turned toward her. “You want to do this?”
“Yes.”
The clock on the mantle was the only sound that pierced the silence for long seconds.
Rob cleared his throat. “Liz and I would like to add something to the challenge, a reason to do it in itself. We’ve tried to talk you into letting us pay for you to go with us on our month long vacations. But you always refuse.”
Jennifer stared at Liz. What did they have up their sleeve?
“We want to offer a month’s vacation to Europe as your incentive,” Rob finished, folded his arms and awaited their response.
“Nonsense, I couldn’t accept it.”
She frowned at Tony. She wanted to kick him, or better yet, clap her hand over his mouth. His pride was ridiculous sometimes.
“Why not,” Liz asked softly. “We have more money than we can ever spend in a lifetime.”
“True. But that’s no reason to throw it around.”
“Anthony, don’t be insulting,” Rob admonished, but followed his words with a chuckle. “It would make us happy to do this for you.” He shrugged. “Besides, it’d be very entertaining, watching you two.”
“Watching us?” Tony’s voice was very caustic.
“Darling, not watching you complete your goals,” Liz laughed. “Just the process leading up to the games.”
“I think you two love to play games,” Tony muttered.
Jennifer jumped in before he could flatly refuse. “We’ll think about it.”
Their evening was cut short compared to their usual late nights with Elizabeth and Robert. She and Tony couldn’t seem to get comfortable while their friends smiled a lot. They were definitely pushing the envelope with this wild idea. Tony was resisting, and although she had caved in earlier, she was unsure by the time they drove home.
* * *
Robert and Elizabeth really topped their weirdness factor this time. Tony glanced sideways quickly at Jennifer as he drove. Her face didn’t give him a clue as to her thoughts, but he had the distinct feeling earlier that she was intrigued by the challenge.
Was their sex life that dull? He gripped the wheel tightly as shame flooded through him. Last night Jennifer had wanted to make love, but he was too tired. Smiling, he recalled how she’d slipped out of that sexy lace outfit, but he’d still caught a glimpse in the mirror. She was a real beauty, petite and slender. Her honey eyes matched the silky golden blonde hair that reached to her shoulder blades, making her look like a golden girl.
The sudden erection at his thoughts disturbed him. Why couldn’t he have responded to her like this last night? Instead, he’d made some flimsy excuse. Tony let out a frustrated breathe. Today had been grueling at work and he had an early day tomorrow. Sex seemed a tempting treat that must be turned down.
Jennifer was everything he had ever wanted in a woman—sweet, beautiful, and smart. He smiled at that. Dumb blonde certainly didn’t apply to his sweetie, and anyone who ever made the mistake of thinking so, was quickly caught by her sharp wit.
You’re going to screw it up. I’d better do something different, something to heat up our relationship. This challenge was the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard of. His inner voice prodded him with the truth—it made him feel less than a man and the husband he should be. It was his duty to keep his lovely wife happy and he’d been failing miserably lately. That would have to change.
Chapter Three
On the way, her voice inside whispered, “You want this.” Shoving those thoughts aside, she discussed a new client’s offbeat design ideas. Tony stayed quiet but she could tell he was grateful for the change of subject.
When they were getting ready for bed, her husband said, “Why don’t you wear that sexy white teddy tomorrow. We’ll make our own steam once I get home.”
Jennifer held in a smile. He wanted her to wear the same outfit she had on yesterday when she planned to seduce him. Her grin turned to a frown. That was irritating. She had been all hot for sex and their evening had turned into the typical I’m tired scenario. Would tomorrow be any better?
“I hate that you have to work tomorrow.”
Tony shrugged. “Can’t be helped. Winslow is an important client and it’s the only day we could meet.”
* * *
She decided to get a few hours work in herself, but ended up getting involved with an important project. Before she knew it, it was six thirty. Darn! It’d be after seven before she got home. Tony drove up a few minutes later. He looked tired and grumpy. Great!
He stared at her suit. “You went to work today?”
She nodded and asked, “Do you want to eat first?”
“No.” Tony undid his necktie. “You know how sleepy you get after dinner.”
He sounded as enthusiastic as a worm about to cross a hot highway. Trying to ignore her grumbling stomach, Jennifer took off her jacket and headed for the bedroom. By the time she had her special outfit on he was nude. She ran her eyes over his muscular body, but her senses didn’t stir a bit. In fact, they seemed to have died. Her shoulders slumped. Jennifer was tired, it’d been a long day, and her stupid stomach was rumbling as if she hadn’t eaten in days.
Tony flipped on the radio and soft oldies filled the room. It set a nice atmosphere, but did nothing to inflame her desires. He seemed to sense her mood.
“Let me light the candles.” As soon as the two candles on the dresser flared, he turned out the overhead light. “Better?”
Jennifer nodded. Looked better. She was just too tired and hungry, but Tony was determined to see this through.
Taking her in his arms, he gave her a gentle kiss. Opening her mouth beneath his soft onslaught, a warm flush went through her. Pleasant, but far from steamy. He did all the right things—stroking his hands up and down her body and giving her expert kisses. But still, desire lay as cool as ashes in the fireplace.
They had their routine down pat and she knew when it was time to move to the bed. Lying down, Jennifer watched Tony as he crawled toward her. His large member was stiffly erect, but the drawn look on his face didn’t match his lower body’s response.
“Move up a little,” he directed.
She readjusted her body.
Tony knelt, hands on his thighs. “Now that’s too high.”
Squishing her irritation, she moved back down an inch.
“Perfect.” He kissed her, then worked his way to her breast.
Jennifer stared up at the ceiling. Tony licked her nipple and she felt it harden, but little else. Well, that wasn’t true—she felt irritable and exhausted. Her stomach growled loudly and Tony chuckled around her nub. Hurry up, she muttered inside, I want to eat.
After a minute of giving her breasts equal treatment, he moved up her body and eased inside. He was a tight fit. She was just a little wet, only enough to keep it from hurting.
“Hmmm, nice.” He caressed the hair on either side of her temple. “Feels like a virgin.”
Tony liked to say this to her, and usually she took it in the right spirit. But for some reason it bothered her tonight.
“Right. Is that what you want—a virgin?” She couldn’t keep the agitation from her voice.
He drew back and gave her a leery look. “Hey, you know that’s not what I meant.”
She stared at him, wishing she were anywhere but beneath him. “Let’s just finish.”
A hurt expression flitted across his face, but then he shut his eyes and thrust into her.
Bump. Grind. Flesh smacking against flesh. Jennifer yawned and mechanically rubbed her hands on his back.
“Ouch, you need to trim those nails.” Tony paused and then returned to making love.
She held up one hand behind his back. Her nails were in bad need of a manicure. If she had a nail file, she believed she could trim the rough edges while Tony did his business.
Jennifer couldn’t hold back a giggle at that image. It was an old saying she had often thought ridiculous. But now she understood the women who said they could do their nails while making love. It was that exciting.
“Am I tickling you?” Tony asked in her ear.
“Um...no.”
He reared back and stared at her. Darn, he was waiting for an answer. “I just had a funny thought, that’s all.”
“Glad our sex is so entertaining.” The hurt look was back, quickly replaced by suppressed anger.
She sighed. Tony could be so sensitive at times. “Let’s just finish—okay?”
“You said that earlier.” His lips flat-lined and he withdrew completely, then sat up.
Feeling contrite, she asked, “Don’t you want to climax?”
Scooting to the end of the bed, he jumped up and headed for the shower, his dark pink staff still erect. “An orgasm would be nice.” He turned at the door. “But making love to my wife is more important.”
He didn’t have to throw out interested wife—the words hung on the air. Tony knew all too well. Knew she had been as interested in their love making session as a eunuch.
She took a quick shower after he got through, and they avoided looking at each other while they dressed. Jennifer’s mouth watered as she took out the chicken and side orders she’d picked up on the way home. By the time Tony sat down, she was already nibbling on her food. She loved the Colonel’s chicken and licked her fingers.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying the food more than the fuck.”
Now he was being crude.
Throwing a chicken leg down, she said, “I was hungry—so sue me.”
“Don’t you think I was hungry too?” He bit into a breast. “At least I was trying.”
“Face it Tony, all our trying lately has fallen flat.”
He stared above her head, then answered, “You’re right. Maybe we should give Elizabeth and Robert’s plan a go.”
Jennifer found his change of heart surprising, regardless of their pitiful stab at lovemaking. She peeked up through her lashes, examining his face. His jaw was stiff and his eyes hooded. Pissed. That was it—he was angry. He’d said it when he didn’t really mean it.
She was on the verge of striking out at him and present an argument against his succumbing, but then realized she did want to do the challenge. Her sudden anger had almost driven them back to check mate.
* * *
He was pissed. Robert and Elizabeth thought they could dictate to him? Those two were as kinky as they came, at least among people he’d ever met. How dare they try to counsel him and Jennifer about their sex life?
His sweet wife seemed awfully interested in this crazy idea. Did she want to get into the whip and chain scene? He grinned. Hardly. He was being too harsh. Jennifer was demure and shy. The BDSM community wouldn’t be her thing. Then what was? Sex. Good, hot sex.
Tony’s jaw clamped tight. It was his fault, letting work get in the way. He needed to take more time off, romance her more. Staring at her sleeping form, he wondered if it was too late to back out. Damn. His anger had spoken first. Getting out of this would take some smooth talking.
He would just have to look for a chance to weasel out of this. Weasel. Great! You’re sounding less of a man each passing second. Closing his eyes, he decided to stay alert and look for an opportunity to change Jennifer’s mind.
Chapter Four
Tony didn’t say anything else about the challenge until three days later when she told him that she and Liz had made the arrangements.
“I think it’s a weird idea.”
Jennifer pushed her hands into her waist. Now he was changing his mind, after she had fantasized about the possibilities. Trying to come up with a good rebuttal, she glanced around the room, as if for help.
Her eyes landed on the open children’s book on the coffee table. Their niece had left it while visiting last week. The nursery rhymes caught her attention. Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold.
“Some like it hot.”
“What?” Tony stared at her.
“Some people like their sex hot.” She stared back at him.
“Our sex is hot.” He looked uncomfortable.
“Since when?” She walked closer. “You know it’s been routine for most of last year.”
“We can get it back.” He quirked a half-smile, one he knew she loved.
“When?” Folding her arms, she added, “The other night was not satisfying to either of us.”
“Fine. We’ll do this stupid challenge.”
* * *
Friday evening, as they drove toward Myrtle Beach, Tony acted like he had swallowed sour milk. Ignoring his attitude, she enjoyed the ride. Once they arrived, she was pleased with the resort Liz had picked out for them. It was modern with lots of windows, and her mood brightened immediately.
Tony looked at the tall structure with a bored expression. Perhaps he thought their friends would be watching their every move. Jennifer wondered that too, but didn’t care. She was here for fun and games.
The suite was nice, with a separate living room and kitchen, furnished with comfortable pieces in bright beach colors. It made her feel lighthearted. She walked out onto the small balcony, which overlooked the ocean. The pounding surf soothed her.
“This is nice.” Tony leaned on the rail next to her.
“Let’s get changed and take a walk on the beach.”
Their stroll was very pleasant and watching the spectacular sunset over the water, even more so. Tony was relaxed by the time they started back, but tensed up when they neared the pool. The Jacuzzi was close to it. Walking by the bubbling tub, Jennifer was disheartened to see it was packed.
“We’d better go up and change.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Pretty crowded.”
She shrugged. “At least we can say we tried.”
It didn’t take long to return downstairs. A couple had left and they squeezed in the remaining spot. It was nearly nine and she didn’t know how they were supposed to fulfill the first challenge when the Jacuzzi closed at ten.
The talk was light—people introducing themselves, with questions about the area everyone lived in.
A murmur of many voices drew the occupants’ attention.
“Wander where they’re going?” A gray-haired man said.
“Must be a party.” The only young male, sporting a bald head, commented.
After a few minutes, two men walked quickly to the Jacuzzi and spoke to the young man. “Hey dude, you’re missing a great party.”
“Who’s throwing it?” He got up and dried off swiftly.
“Don’t know.” The taller man said.
“Don’t care.” His friend laughed. “Free drinks for everyone.”
The other man added, “And they’ve got free food—shrimp cocktails, crab legs, and lobster tail.”
“You’re kidding me.” The bald man got dressed, his voice displaying his interest.
The short, Irish looking fellow turned to them. “Come on, the invitation is open to everyone. There’s a hot looking couple who are celebrating their anniversary. Don’t know who they are, but it’s their party.”
As if by mutual consent, everyone in the tub started getting up. The old man turned to them, “Coming?”
“In a bit,” Jennifer said, glancing sideways at Tony.
After they headed for the lounge, he said, “That celebrating couple sound awful familiar.”
She giggled. “Shrimp cocktails and all.”
He turned toward her. “I guess we can at least kiss, since Robert and Elizabeth went to so much trouble to ensure we’re alone.”
Staring at his sexy bottom lip, she snuggled close to his body. Not satisfied, Tony pulled her between his knees, into his arms.
As their mouths molded, it seemed the heat of the Jacuzzi fused with their body heat. She was burning up and not just from the water temperature. Tony’s mouth was sweet and the seductive swirls of his tongue excited her. Her nipples hardened before his hands covered them and she moaned as he rubbed the aching pebbles while his mouth assailed hers.
“Whatcha doing?”
Jerking apart, they stared up at a young boy, maybe eight years old.
“Kissing.” Tony’s voice was hoarse.
“My momma says you can catch cooties from kissing.” He sucked loudly on a lollipop.
“I bet your mom is looking for you,” Jennifer smiled.
“Where?” The boy glanced around.
“She’s probably over there.” Tony pointed toward the lounge, “where they are giving away free drinks.”
“Really?” The boy spun and jogged away.
Jennifer shook her head and thumped his arm. “Not the kind of drinks he can have.”
He grinned. “I bet his mom is there. Let her take care of him.”
“Who is going to take care of me?” She gave him a sultry look.
“Me.” He pulled her forcefully back into his embrace.
The clash of their lips was hotter, his advance more possessive. Her mouth opened beneath his while she moved her groin slowly up and down his rock hard length. Tony groaned and she murmured, “Yes”, not even aware she had done so.
His hand slid underneath her bikini top and he popped her breast out.
Pulling back, she said nervously, “Someone might see.”
“Not if you stay below the water.”
Jennifer edged lower and glanced up at the hotel. Rooms surrounded them, the windows like dark eyes staring down at them.
“Relax.” He rolled her nipple.
Her hands gripped his muscular biceps. How could she relax when he was stirring her senses to a sizzle?
“You know what I feel like doing?”
Chapter Five
Her attention came back to his face. It was lust-filled and she shook her head, unable to answer. She knew Tony had something delicious in mind.
“I feel like diving.”
Jennifer was confused for a few seconds, but then he took a breath and eased down into the bubbly water. Her heart thudded as she felt his hot mouth clamp onto her pebbled nub. The suckling and pulling on her sensitive flesh was exquisite.
A sense of urgency thrummed through her. At first she couldn’t place its source, but then it came to her. Need. She needed his touch, his kisses and caresses. She needed Tony. Arching backward, she strove for a deeper contact.
After a few more torturous tugs on her nipple, he emerged from the water, a wicked grin on his face.
She floated back into his arms, pushing her bare breast into his hand. “I’m not brave enough to dive, but I can scavenge for jewels.” She slipped one hand up his thigh, sliding beneath the leg of his swimsuit.
His jaw tightened and he closed his eyes as she stroked his flesh gently. “Hmmm,” she murmured, “I found two lovely gems.”
“Jennifer,” he groaned, his hand squeezing her breast.
“Ooh, look what else I found.” Her hand slid upward, “A steel sword.”
“Naughty girl,” Tony opened his eyes, their dark depths lit with sensual flames. His hand left her breast and slipped down her body, gliding beneath her bikini bottom.
One long finger plunged between her lower lips, rubbing her juices as he caressed them. “Oh,” Jennifer sighed. She pumped his staff harder as his finger slid inside her.
“Tony, that feels so good.” Her hips rocked in a gentle motion.
“Ditto.” He whispered, pushing his member back and forth. “I think we need to dig for buried treasure before Captain Jack’s ship explodes.”
Jennifer smiled, but then moaned at his expression. This was no laughing matter.
“Take off your bottom.” He removed his hand.
“No, I can’t.” She was not bold like Liz.
“Then ease it to the side.” He pulled her close, positioning her body.
Shoving the material out of the way, Jennifer’s breath hitched when she slid with silken ease upon his hard length. It was a snug fit and felt so heavenly.
“Baby, you’re so hot.” Tony grasped her butt and moved her back and forth.
Normally she would have taken that statement as comical, but now it sounded perfect. She felt molten. Her insides churned with quivering excitement and her lower body was on fire.
The sensations were so raw, they bordered on painful. A fierce longing pierced her insides as pulses of sharp edged pleasure surged along her veins. Her heart beat faster, galloping like a thoroughbred determined to win a race. She was climbing, soaring towards a climax, not struggling as she’d done the past year. The erotic feelings beat at her, then eased, and then rushed at her again.
She hadn’t been this turned on since their honeymoon. “Tony, I’m close.”
“Me too.” He thrust into her forcefully.
Jennifer wrapped her arms around him and sucked his bottom lip. She whimpered as pressure built between her legs.
“Hey, look what happens when you leave two people alone.”
They stared up quickly, their bodies rigid. The three young men were back, looking sloshed, drinks in their hands. She turned to her husband. He was as startled as she was. They hadn’t even heard the group approaching. Tony’s erection was going down fast and she was glad. She eased off his lap as unobtrusively as possible.
“Should we join them?” The drunken bald man burped.
“Nah, it’s only ten minutes until they close it.”
The three grinned at them, seemingly aware of what they’d been doing, in spite of their inebriated state. Waving, they headed back toward the lounge.
Jennifer adjusted her bottom bikini, then pushed her breast back into her top.
“We’ve got ten minutes left,” Tony chuckled.
“Very funny. Somehow the mood has gone.”
Almost glumly, they dried and got dressed.
* * *
Tony was disappointed their foreplay had gotten no further than it did. He’d enjoyed Jennifer’s heated response. It had been a while since the sparks had ignited so quickly between them. He stared up at the ceiling. Something needed to change, and it had nothing to do with this challenge. Although he still thought Robert and Elizabeth’s methods were questionable, he agreed with them on one point– he and Jennifer did need to put raw sexual desire back into their lovemaking.
Sex this last year had been sporadic and usually too quickly done with. Like a chore one ran through swiftly. Tony frowned. That was a sad reflection on the state of their sex life. They’d been too busy and neglected a very important part of their relationship.
Most of the guilt settled on his shoulders, even though he realized both their jobs had interfered. He was the one who usually initiated sex. Jennifer was shy, therefore not assertive in that department. But once he turned her on, she was a purring tigress in bed.
His stomach clenched. He’d also fallen down in that area, cutting the foreplay too short to properly arouse his wife. Anger at himself shot through his system. He had been doing a lousy job as a lover. Regardless of how the challenge turned out, he knew he had to set things right.
Tony loved Jennifer too much to risk losing her through neglect and boredom, or driving her into another man’s arms. He knew of several couples that had been through the exact situation, letting work become more important than their relationship. Jennifer was a one in a million and he’d be an idiot to not fight to his last breathe for her.
Of course, they were not nearly to that point yet, but he could see it happening if something didn’t change. That’s one reason he was sticking to this challenge, for right now. See where it led them. But ultimately, he was going to have to take over and get them back on track.
* * *
The next day, they had been at the beach for hours before Rob and Liz joined them.
“What’s the score,” Rob grinned.
“Homerun,” Tony answered dryly.
Liz looked at her and then nodded. Her friend always knew when she was not telling the truth. She was a terrible liar and hated doing it anyway. Usually it was only little white lies that she indulged in, ones to keep from hurting peoples’ feelings.
“So, what are the plans for tonight?” Liz asked.
“I’m not going back to that Jacuzzi.” Jennifer stated firmly. “There were too many interruptions.”
Liz giggled. “We tried to assist.”
At her grin, Tony commented, “The party,” then added, “it helped at first.”
“Hmm, maybe you’ll have better luck tonight.”
“I just told you Liz, I’m not going to try that again.”
“You could change locations.” Her friend insisted. “Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy the games at all?”
Jennifer blushed and glancing at Tony, she saw his lips quiver, as if he were suppressing a smile.
“I can’t deny that we had fun, but there is no other Jacuzzi.”
“You haven’t explored yet,” Rob jumped in. “There’s a Jacuzzi on the floor below you.” At their questioning look, he added, “It’s inside the hotel, in the central area, between the rooms.”
“That sounds...dangerous.” Tony rubbed his chin.
“Exactly.” Liz laughed.
“But that sounds even worse,” Jennifer said.
“Maybe. But you won’t know unless you try it,” Rob said philosophically.
“Will this count as the second challenge in your game?”
Robert and Elizabeth looked at each other, then at Tony. “Yes.”
“I don’t know about you two, but I’m ready for a swim.” Tony jumped up, clearly wishing to change the subject.
Chapter Six
By the time they showered and changed that evening, Jennifer was tired, but still excited at the thought of another Jacuzzi play-time. Last night has been stimulating. She was very frustrated. Maybe tonight she’d get lucky.
They had checked out the other hot tub on the way to their suite. Rooms surrounded the Jacuzzi on both sides; it was an open, exposed area. Only one elderly couple soaked in the steaming bubbles as they passed.
Feeling more nervous than yesterday, Jennifer followed Tony at nine that night as they headed for the tub.
A young couple greeted them when they approached. She thought perhaps the couple had been playing around just before they drew near, for their faces were flushed and they laughed self-consciously. After they chatted a few minutes, the two newly weds excused themselves. Jennifer knew what they had in mind as they left arm-in-arm.
Although she sat with her thigh touching Tony’s leg, it took a few minutes of glancing around before she turned toward him. He raised an eyebrow, and she shrugged, moving into his embrace. The kiss was gentle and unhurried. Jennifer’s senses stirred much slower than yesterday. It was a gradual build up instead of a clashing crescendo.
Her hands moved restlessly along his biceps. The sensual tingles working through her blood were delicious and she shivered. She didn’t want the sensations to end.
The sound of a door opening made her jerk back. A couple twenty feet away were chatting outside their room. Jennifer pushed backwards, repositioning herself by Tony’s side.
“Nice evening.” The man smiled as he passed.
“Yep sure is.” Tony answered.
It took several minutes before she had the nerve to return to his arms. Pulling her swiftly against his chest, his hand held her head. The heat ignited in a flash and Jennifer groaned.
Loud giggles made them both jerk apart abruptly and look up. A group of teenagers walked toward them, punching at each other playfully. Thankfully, they had not even noticed the Jacuzzi yet.
The boys and girls stared at them when they neared, but continued on down the hall.
“This isn’t going to work,” she whispered fiercely, frustration eating at her.
“Let’s give it one more try.” Tony’s eyes were smoldering. “I was enjoying our kisses.”
“Me too.”
There was no finesse in their kiss this time. Open-mouthed and wetly hot, they clashed in a possessive taking. Jennifer panted, her hand working down to his swimsuit and pumping his partially erect flesh hard in seconds. She was gratified by Tony’s moan.
Pushing her bikini to the side, she glanced around, and then positioned her groin over him. Easing down, she slid easily onto his staff, and then grasping his head, she pulled him close, continuing their kiss. Her aggressiveness surprised her. Usually Tony took control of the lovemaking, which is what she normally preferred.
She rocked gently, making no further waves than the vigorous bubbles all around them. With a moan, he thrust his tongue into her mouth, demanding her surrender.
Pleasure ran down her spine, and sharp electric sparks throughout her lower body. She wanted more contact, a deeper connection. Her hips moved back and forth more vigorously, the pleasure of hard flesh against soft was exquisite.
Too late they heard footsteps approaching. Turning to look over Tony’s shoulder, Jennifer was dismayed to see people coming their way.
“Look mom, they’re swapping cooties.”
Oh, no. Jennifer couldn’t believe it was the same little boy.
“Cover your eyes, son.” The woman threw them a disapproving look as they passed.
She sighed heavily, scooted off Tony, settling across from him. “That’s it for me.”
He nodded. “Give me a minute and we’ll go to the room.”
Once they entered the suite, her husband didn’t mention his frustration, and she was too aggravated to talk about it.
* * *
Tony was more determined to see this challenge through than ever. It had become personal. Each time they were interrupted by people, he became more frustrated, so now it felt like his own war. A war of nerves and daring that would end in a sexual conquest. He smiled at his romantically worded thoughts. Yep, that’s what I want, to conquer my wife.
Stepping into the shower, he turned the spigot on hot, relaxing his muscles. Picturing Jennifer in her sexy lace teddy as he stroked his flesh, didn’t relax other parts of him, but only increased his erection. It should be her, here, doing it with him. Tony ground his teeth and reached for the shower door, but then stopped. No. He wasn’t giving up that easy. Caressing his dick, after a few minutes he found some relief in an orgasm.
As he dried off, he heard little sighs and a buzzing from the bedroom. Jennifer was relieving herself as well. Clenching his hands on the sink, he fought the raw urge to go to her aid. This challenge had become a personal vendetta. It would not win. He was not an animal; he could control himself.
* * *
They spent the next day swimming and sun bathing. Rob and Liz joined them for lunch, and then left early for the trip back. Tony wanted to stay until evening, and the drive home was quiet. She’d enjoyed the beach, but came away more frustrated than ever.
The week was busy for both of them, and it wasn’t until Friday that Tony asked about the next challenge. “I forgot to tell you that I spoke to Liz yesterday. She said the second challenge should be easier.”
“Easier? I thought it was supposed to be harder.”
“Um, I meant easier to do because of location.”
“What now?” He looked suspicious.
“You know the walking trail behind our house?” She took off her jacket. He stared at her, waiting for the finish. “We...have to do hanky panky in the woods.”
Tony grinned. “Shouldn’t be too hard, that tract is large.”
Jennifer coughed. “We have to stay within twenty feet of the trail—that whole you might be caught thing. And it has to be daylight.”
Of course.” Tony frowned and tugged at his tie, clearly agitated.
* * *
The day was hot, so she waited until it became cooler in the evening before mentioning the walk. Tony was scribbling notes at his desk and apparently had forgotten all about the challenge. Eyeing her shorts and t-shirt, he threw his pen down. He was already wearing appropriate attire and waved his hand toward the door.
They walked for about a mile and met only one other couple. Jennifer began to relax—maybe they could pull this off. The birds filled the trees with song and the underbrush was crammed with colorful flowers. She was invigorated and wanted to experience something thrilling, something that would confirm her being alive on such a wonderful evening.
Stopping at a bend in the trail, he said, “This looks as good as any spot.”
She peered around. The trees were thick here, more mysterious, with many heavy bushes providing cover. A good place for a hidden tryst.
Taking his hand, she plunged through a small space between two bushes. Going about twenty feet, Jennifer halted and looked around. They were surrounded by a thicket of dense foliage. A perfect spot. There was even a fallen log, perched at an angle, one end still stuck to the trunk of the immense tree.
Jennifer sat on the higher end of the log, her feet barely touching the ground. While Tony scanned the area. This was going nowhere. Staring at his tanned skin, desire gripped her more fiercely as the seconds ticked by.
Taking the initiative, she pulled her t-shirt off and flung it on a nearby bush. His eyes flicked back to her, their depths stirred with interest. Inhaling and letting out a nervous breath, she undid her bra and then pitched it on top of her shirt.
Leaning back onto her arms, she arched her back, thrusting her breasts upward. Tony’s eyes darkened and he ripped his shirt over his head. Licking her lips at the sight of his muscular chest, she watched him approach.
Chapter Seven
His lips captured hers in a scorching kiss, his hands skimming her breasts. She shivered and then groaned when his kiss continued down her neck, to one breast. He circled the already hardened nub with his tongue, then flicked it rapidly.
“Tony,” she gasped, pushing her flesh toward him. He sucked it inside his hot mouth, setting up an aching need between her thighs.
She slid one hand to his groin, rubbing the firm erection beneath the shorts. Reciprocating, Tony caressed her mons with an up and down motion.
Jennifer moaned loudly.
“Hey! Did you hear that?” A loud, girlish voice called from the trail. “Sounds like someone is hurt.”
“Don’t move,” he growled. “I’m going to finish this if it kills me.”
Her cheeks were flushed with arousal and suddenly she didn’t care if people came charging through the bushes. They could just as easily leave. Though, she was grateful Tony’s body blocked hers from anyone who might stumble down the trail.
The thrashing stopped after a few seconds and a male voice complained, “You were just hearing things, there’s no one there.”
The voices receded and Tony turned his smoldering eyes back to her.
“Undress—quick.”
He backed away and stripped. Jennifer was nude by the time he finished. Tony pulled her against his chest, his brawny arms holding her so tight it almost hurt. Scratching his biceps lightly, she whispered, “Make me moan again.”
“I’ll make you whimper,” he stated hoarsely, picking her up.
Jennifer wrapped her legs around his waist, sighing as his staff nudged her entrance, then slid inside with ease. After bouncing her bottom upon his hard length a few strokes, he walked forward, positioning her on the log. The height was perfect. Tony plunged into her with one motion and she whimpered.
* * *
When Jennifer whimpered, as he’d promised her she would, it drove him crazy. Her sweet sighs and soft moans made his cock pound, and he had to clamp down on his arousal to keep from coming.
Slowly, he pushed inside her wet silk, enjoying the sultry look on her face. Her inner walls tightened around his flesh and he groaned, too close to the edge. Pleasure ripped through his body, concentrating in his groin. He sank into her moist softness, and his biceps bunched as he fought to maintain control.
* * *
The log beneath her was hard and rough, but she ignored all that, concentrating on Tony. On the male beauty of his sexy face and the exquisite desire he stirred between her thighs.
“Oooh.” Her sigh was caught by his lips, devoured by his possessive kiss.
“I want you so bad.”
His hoarse whisper made her shiver. “Yes.” She arched her back. “I must have you too Tony.”
He withdrew, teasing her with tiny thrusts. “How bad do you want me?”
“Mmm,” she pushed downward, encasing him in wet silk. “Bad,” she ground out between panted breaths.
Torturing her further, he rammed into her repeatedly with fast strokes.
Her body trembled and she flung her head back, screaming like a woman who’d lost her senses.
Tony bellowed and achieved his release with her.
Jennifer slumped in his arms afterward, completely spent. For a few seconds she had lost herself in him– been consumed by his lust and love. It was wonderful to know sensual sharing had not been lost to them.
Helping her to her feet, Tony burst out laughing.
“What?” Seeing that he was pointing to her butt, she felt around. Tiny pieces of bark stuck to her damp skin. Giggling, she brushed them off.
As they walked back to the house, holding hands, Tony asked, “What about tomorrow?”
She smiled, pleased with his interest. “Sorry, honey, I have that newly-wed home I’m finishing. Remember?”
“Yeah,” he grumbled.
“Liz said she’d call mid-week with her instructions for next weekend.”
“She is beginning to sound like a drill sergeant.”
“Secret agent,” Jennifer quipped.
Tony laughed loudly and she joined him. He no longer seemed to question the challenge or think it ridiculous.
“Did...you enjoy our walk as much as me?”
He stopped and took her other hand. “I loved it.” Staring over her shoulder at the woods, he added, “It felt primordial.”
“Did it ever,” she giggled. They continued their stroll, swinging their clasped hands.
They went to bed early that night, not due to being tired, but to cuddle and talk. It was something they’d loved to do during the first year of their marriage. Somewhere along the way they had slipped out of the habit.
Laughter filled the room as they went over the challenge. It had been fun, if a bit nerve-wracking at times. Jennifer was content, snuggling against Tony’s chest. It was if they’d turned back the clock in their relationship, when it had been more exciting and filled with unknowns.
Tony played with her fingers, sending delightful shivers up her arm.
“Do...you think we should stop?”
She stared into space. Should they? No telling what Liz and Rob had up their sleeves next.
“I don’t know,” she answered honestly. “Part of me wants to stop, but part wants to continue.”
“I feel the same way.” Tony propped up on elbow, facing her. “Still, we shouldn’t need their games.”
She blushed.
He caressed her cheek. “You’re not feeling embarrassed about this?”
“No.” She sighed. “Just some guilt. I let it happen...this demi-death of desire.”
Tony’s face screwed up, but then he couldn’t hold in the laughter. She’d been melodramatic on purpose, knowing that he loved it. But somewhere in her statement, there was a firm truth. He kissed her and pulled her back into his embrace, then changed the subject.
Long after he was asleep, Jennifer worried over her actions. Had she effectively changed the subject by injecting humor, or had she been too ashamed to face her own responsibility in this. Perhaps Tony knew her better than she knew herself. Being embarrassed of one’s actions and feeling shame were twins in disguise.
Jennifer fell into a restless sleep, only sure of one thing –she did want to continue.
Chapter Eight
The rest of the week went by quickly. They made sure neither one had obligations the coming weekend. Jennifer looked forward with anticipation to the new experience and could tell Tony did too. After Liz’s call, she wasn’t too sure. The challenge had definitely increased in exhibitionist level.
When Tony came in that evening, he asked right way, “Hear from Liz?”
She nodded and twirled a piece of hair. “We’re to go to the lake nearby and do it in the water.”
“Doesn’t sound so bad.” He shrugged.
“Yes, but we can’t go at night, and it must be at the swimming area.”
“Oh.” He unbuttoned his shirt, a thoughtful look on his face. “I’m game, if you are?”
* * *
How he chuckled inwardly at the stunned expression on her face. Jennifer thought she knew him so well and could anticipate his every move. But lately, he’d surprised himself. He had done things he wouldn’t have thought he would, and he’d felt things that had been buried beneath responsibilities and work.
The fire had rekindled between them and he was enjoying every minute of it. He gazed at Jennifer as she looked back at him. He loved her so much and was determined to show her just how much.
* * *
She stared at him, surprised. He was into this challenge thing much more than she thought. Could she do it? Still, she answered, “Sure.”
“Did Liz say anything about Sunday?”
“No. Said she’d call Saturday night.” She fiddled with a unicorn statue on the coffee table.
“Mystery, ah?”
“I got the feeling she thought it’d spook us.” She glanced up at him. Tony’s expression was curious.
“Hmmm, sounds intriguing,” he grinned.
She swallowed and tried to put her fear of the unknown in the back of her mind.
* * *
The next two days passed by too swiftly and Jennifer became more anxious as each day flew by. Saturday, they prepared for their adventure quietly.
“Got the suntan lotion?”
“Yes,” Tony chuckled. “That’s only the third time you’ve asked me.”
The drive was short and she felt like she was on her first date. Her heart pounded and her palms were sweaty. Luckily, they found an unclaimed spot with an umbrella, and set their things out, under the shade.
While spreading their towels, Tony said, “Why don’t we tan a bit, and then when we get too hot, we’ll cool off in the water.”
She gave him a half-hearted smile, glad for the reprieve. Going into the water to cool off was but a rouse and more than a tad ironic. Cooling off would be the furthest thing on their minds.
After an hour, Jennifer wanted to plunge into the water. She stared at it, desiring it, but not wanting the consequences of that desire. She sighed. That wasn’t honest, there was a part of her that wanted to ram onto her husband’s staff in front of everybody. She blushed, disturbed by her dark desires. But that was only a tiny part of her. The bigger part of her libido was controlled by her common sense, the part that made her hesitate approaching the inviting water.
Tony stood up minutes later. “I’m ready for a swim.”
It was as if he’d read her mind. Biting her bottom lip, she followed him into the lake. At least this end of the marked area was relatively free of people. Tony did several laps, from one buoy to the other, then returned to her side. Jennifer was not a good swimmer and stayed in chest high water.
The liquid glided across her skin—cool, silky, and refreshing. Her senses were heightened, ready for pleasure. This was a startling realization, when but moments before her stomach had quivered with anxiety.
Swimming closer, she leaned for a kiss. Tony grasped her arms, holding her back.
“No. I think we need to look like we’re not intent on getting frisky.” His eyes flicked to the multitude of children who gathered in the shallow water. “In spite of the fact that I’m getting hard at the thought of what we’re about to do...I don’t want to ruin any young minds.”
Jennifer nodded, a flush of embarrassment running through her at the idea of kids seeing them. “Should we call this off?”
Tony stared at the shore. “I’ve got an idea. Wait here.”
He swam, then strode toward the man-made beach, and picked up the float he’d inflated earlier. Frowning, not sure at all what he had in mind, she waited.
Once reaching her side, he stepped past her, grabbed her hand and pulled her into the deeper water. Clutching one side of the float, she kicked with her feet to keep up. Tony stopped when the water reached his neck, well over her head now. “You know I don’t like deep water.”
He grinned and grasped her waist, and then turned her so she was halfway plopped over the mid section of the float. “Then hold on,” he whispered in her ear.
His body nudged hers and then fingers slid her bikini to the side. “What?”
“Shhh, keep your voice down, baby,” he chuckled, adjusting his body.
Jennifer held her breath as she felt him slip between her moist lower lips. Slowly, he eased in and she gripped the plastic harder, then glanced around carefully.
Children were screaming and splashing, not paying any attention to the two adults with a float. Several teenagers giggled and flirted in the deep end, but in the far side of the area. They focused only on each other.
While she looked around, Tony had slid all the way inside. It was wonderful. A snug fit. He moved ever so gently, so the water barely stirred around them. The soft lap of the cool water against their hot, joined flesh, was exquisite.
“I’ve missed this,” he said hoarsely in her ear.
“Me tooo.” Her last word lengthened into a moan.
Tony chuckled and rubbed his face into her hair. “Lower.”
At first she thought he was making some kind of directive order, but then realized he meant her moan was too loud. Blushing, she stopped the movement of her hips and peered around. The teenagers were looking at them, but then seeing nothing interesting, went back to their flirtations.
One of Tony’s hands stayed on her hip, stabilizing their water dance, the other glided up her body, slipping beneath her top. Jennifer’s breath hitched and she bit her lower lip as another moan threatened to erupt.
Although the cool water enveloped her, Jennifer felt scorching hot. Only one thing could ease the torment setting her blood on fire. She slid down on his length, encasing him with her inner heat. She whimpered.
Those long fingers rolled her nipple, eliciting sharp stabs of excitement. The tingles traveled downward, making her stomach quiver, then her thighs. The area between her lower lips was aching and hot.
Mindless with desire, she shoved back onto his rigid flesh, panting and gripping the float with her hands. “Oh.” Her groan was low, a tortured plea for release.
“Yes,” Tony responded with a muttered moan. Plunging into her with one long stroke, he waited several agonizing seconds before continuing.
“Please,” she whimpered, wiggling her butt.
Jennifer closed her eyes, reveling in the sensation of his hard length ramming into her with possessive force. Oh, yes, he wanted her, as much as she desired him.
“You want it, baby?” Tony’s voice was hoarse, an embodiment of his lust.
Chapter Nine
“Yes,” she panted, pushing backward.
“How much?” He’d leaned forward, whispering in her ear. His fingers continued their torture upon her tight nipple, while his rock hard flesh filled her completely.
“Too much.” Jennifer could barely get the words out.
His mouth found her ear and he stabbed at it with his wet tongue, while his rigid length sank into her inner walls.
“Argh.” She gurgled, trying to suppress the scream building in her. Her lower body spasmed and she shoved her breast into his hand, her hips rotating wildly. Water splashed around them as Tony plunged into her over and over.
She felt his orgasm hitting her sensitive flesh and convulsed around his staff. The scream wouldn’t hold back and shot from her mouth. Loud and lusty.
Jennifer was shocked when Tony started pulling her beneath the water. Taking a quick, startled breath, her hands still gripped the float. Not sure what he was doing, and past caring, she was overcome by the orgasm that held her in its grasp. Her body shuddered as he pumped his fluid into her. A few more strokes and she reached for air, plunging upward.
Gasping, she half-flopped on the plastic. Blinking water from her eyes, she saw people glancing their way, but there was no real interest.
Tony positioned himself beside her. “It was the only thing I could think of,” he said, then grinned. “They thought we were playing.”
“Water games,” she nodded, then coughed into her hand as giggles hit her. She felt light-headed and so happy. She swiped at the water beading her lashes. “It was a surprise...but it was also very.”
“Exciting,” he interrupted.
She glanced into his dark eyes. “Yes, and different.”
“Good different or bad?”
She knew he was teasing. “Very good.” She ran her fingers over his hand listlessly. “I’m pooped.”
“What, no repeat?”
She splashed water in his face. He was teasing again, but then a sideways look at his expression, she wandered. There was a quirk about his sexy lips but his eyes still smoldered.
“Want to sunbathe?” Tony asked after she didn’t respond.
“Yes.” She sighed contentedly as they headed back to the beach.
The rest of the day was pleasant, with a picnic beneath the large, shady umbrella, more swimming and tanning. But nothing could compare to their water sex, and the glances they kept giving each other, only confirming they felt the same way.
It was as if they were young and in love again.
That evening, they waited with anticipation for Liz’s call. After Jennifer hung up the phone, she licked her lips and looked at her husband. Her stomach crawled, a little with nerves, but mostly with desire.
“What? Can it be that bad?” Tony walked over and rubbed her arm.
“No.” Jennifer swallowed hard. “It could be that good, or bad in the sense of wicked.” At his insistent stare, she said, “We have to go to a theater and you know...” Her voice trailed off, just thinking about what Liz described made her hot.
“A theater?” Tony shook his head. “That’s pushing it a bit far – all those people.”
“We can, um, go when it’s less populated.” She stared at the wall. “I wonder if we could find one without people?”
“Not likely.” Tony frowned. “Besides, making love in a theater seat-that’d be pretty awkward, and I’m sure would not go unnoticed.”
“It could be oral sex.” Her eyes came up to his face. They both knew it’d be easier for her to go down on him than the other way around. Tony’s eyes darkened and his pants bulged in front.
“I take it you like the idea.” She couldn’t hold back a laugh.
“What man wouldn’t?”
“Sunday is less crowded. You want me to call the theater?”
He nodded. “Pick a less popular movie.”
After she got off the phone with a list, they chose a small budget movie that’d received poor reviews, and was at the end of its run at the theater. They also chose the last show, hoping most people would be at home getting ready for work the next day.
* * *
Taking a deep breath of relief, Jennifer was happy to see a light scattering of people once they entered the lobby. The teenagers working the food and ticket stands looked bored.
Once they stepped into the chosen theater, she was quite pleased they were the only patrons. Maybe luck was with them. They crunched on popcorn, watched the advertisements, and waited.
When the room darkened and the previews started, Jennifer’s heart thudded. Tony’s hand slipped to her thigh and she kneaded his leg. Their foreplay started with a light flirtation of their fingers along flesh.
Jennifer’s hand stalled on her husband’s zipper when a noisy couple suddenly entered the theater. They giggled and it took them long seconds before they found a seat.
“No problem, they’re sitting down front.”
She patted his leg, glad he’d insisted they sit on the last row. As if by mutual consent, they went back to watching the previews. But when the movie started and no one else appeared, she felt the slide of Tony’s hand on her bare thigh. She’d worn a short skirt. No reason why she couldn’t enjoy a little foreplay, even if he was the main treat.
Jennifer’s hand slid across Tony’s thigh, and she unzipped him while watching the movie. Or at least pretended to. He shifted his hips as she worked his firm member through the opening. In seconds it filled her hand –hard and excited. She pumped it up and down a few times.
“Yes, that feels nice.”
Nice. That was all he could come up with? Tony moaned and shoved his cock into her fisted hand. That felt fucking great, but he knew Jennifer didn’t care for vulgar words. Nice would have to do.
Glancing at the couple down front and seeing the coast was clear, Jennifer bent over. Her tongue flicked the hard length, and then she slipped her mouth around the tip. She was gratified by his sharp intake of air. Sliding down, she took all of him in her mouth.
Her head moved up and down rhythmically. The rush of warmth that spread through her blood was delicious. Tony’s hand ran through her hair, gripping and then stroking.
“Mmm, you taste good,” she whispered and sucked harder.
He moaned, and then his hand glided over her back and slipped between her thighs. Jennifer gasped as his fingers pressed against her mons. She was hot and moist, and ached for his touch.
When one finger slid under her panties and caressed her there, she whimpered. Her speed upon his staff increased as his finger worked magic upon her sensitive flesh. She was close to coming, as she knew he was.
A sudden noise made her jerk up and turn. A woman was at the end of the row, fumbling toward them in the dark. Jennifer grabbed her sweater and spread it over Tony’s lap.
* * *
The pressure had been building in his cock as he had shoved his flesh deeper into her mouth. Then, zap, that woman had disturbed them. His dick twitched beneath Jennifer’s sweater while frustration shot through him. He felt like cursing a string of oaths at the woman, but held it in.
While his wife spoke with the woman, he relived the last few minutes in his mind, and his cock became rock hard once again. Jennifer’s tongue had seemed filled with magic tonight, stroking him until his guts knotted. She’d sucked him hard and deep, not gagging as she sometimes did.
When he had slid his fingers beneath her panties, he’d found her as hot as he felt. The blood in his cock throbbed as he caressed between her folds, making her groan.
The woman’s words penetrated his sexual haze and he straightened in the seat. Good, she was leaving.
Chapter Ten
“Excuse me,” the thirty something woman whispered, as she reached them. “I’m looking for my keys.” Glancing at them, then away, she searched the seats near them.
Frustrated to the core, Jennifer looked around her and Tony’s feet. “Nothing here.”
“Darn.” The woman straightened and stared at the screen. “Terrible movie. I was bored to tears.” Her eyes swung back to them and she grinned. “But it looks like you’re enjoying it more than I did.” With that statement, she turned and left.
“Do you think she saw anything?” That thought made her feel queasy.
“I doubt it, and frankly my dear –I don’t care.”
She giggled. “What do you want to do now?”
“Go home.” Tony stood up quickly, grabbed her hand and headed towards the aisle.
Jennifer was kind of disappointed they hadn’t continued, she was enjoying the feel and taste of him. But she understood. Neither did she wish to be caught again.
Tony didn’t say a word all the way home. Poor thing, he must be more frustrated than her. Once they arrived, he headed straight for the bedroom.
Buttons popped as he practically ripped his shirt off. “Come here.”
Jennifer’s insides were jittery. Tony looked so dark, almost angry. When she got within reach, he grasped her blouse and tore it open. Her breath caught. This close, she saw the fiery lust in his eyes.
As he pulled her into his arms with force, she said, “That was a good blouse.”
“I’ll buy you another,” he mouthed against her lips, and then ground his lips upon hers.
Her arms wound around his neck, pulling him closer as he worked at her bra. She wanted him so bad she trembled. Even their kiss seemed separate. She wanted to be a part of him, wished she could take his breath into her, let it sink into her being. She moaned and sucked on his bottom lip.
Tony’s tongue swiped hers as his kiss deepened, demanding her surrender. Changing tactics, his lips softened, his tongue caressing hers gently. Tenderly, he nibbled his way to her ear and whispered, “I love you.”
“I love you,” she groaned, arching backwards as his lips continued down her throat. Her hands dug into his bunched biceps as his tongue swirled around her nipple. Heat, powerful and overwhelming shot from her stomach, spreading outward, seeming to touch every nerve in her body.
His hands fumbled with the fastening of her skirt, and then he pushed it down. Tony’s mouth returned to her breast and she groaned loudly as wet heat surrounded the nub. Abruptly, he picked her up and carried her to the bed. Jennifer stretched out, arms over her head, like a sacrificial lamb.
Hard, the tip glistening, his erection made her lick her lips in anticipation. The dark look on his face matched his erection—both looked dangerous. Tony slid his hands up her thighs, and teased her by slipping his fingers on either side of the satin trim. He rubbed gently, but didn’t dip beneath the material.
When his head bent, she closed her eyes and then moaned as his hot mouth closed over her cloth-covered mons. His mouth and chin moved up and down, and she cried out, something wordless and meaningless.
Her panties were soaked and she ached so much, Jennifer was sure she would explode at his first touch there. Opening her eyes, she watched as Tony caressed her with his face, breathing in her scent. He reminded her of a large cat, marking its territory. Seeing her eyes upon him, he grinned. Those brilliant white teeth came down and he grazed the silk with them and pulled. The bare touch of her panties hitting her when he released the fabric made her squirm.
“Stop torturing me.”
“Not so, my sweet.” Tony stopped his teasing and placed his hands on the string ties of her panties. They were her sexiest pair and she’d worn them for this occasion. They came undone with one tug and he let the material fall. His dark eyes held hers as he descended.
Hot wetness on slippery heat was too much. Jennifer whimpered and grasped the sheets with her hands as his tongue plunged between her lower lips.
“Yes.” She screamed, arching, pushing her groin towards him. His hands held her cheeks and he pulled her bottom toward him.
Stabbing fire as his tongue worked magic between her moist center. A hoarse groan escaped her as an orgasm shot through her. Instead of easing, it built, until she thrashed upon the sheets, screaming out her pleasure.
It was seconds later before she realized no movement came from Tony. Glancing down, she saw he still crouched there, a wicked grin plastered on his face.
“More?”
He knew she couldn’t take anymore. “No.” She wiggled her fingers at him. “My turn.”
Looking pleased, he crawled toward her. Jennifer scooted down, waiting for him to get into the right position. His lovely staff hung over her face. She ran her tongue along its length and her hands up both thighs.
When she took all of him inside her mouth, he moaned. Surprisingly, she felt as hot as she had when he’d pleasured her. She wanted him, all of him, and moved towards the base, filling her mouth. Jennifer suckled while gently caressing his balls.
“Yes, baby,” he growled, thrusting downward.
She sucked harder as she felt his flesh grow even more rigid. His juices hit her mouth forcefully, and she continued a soft suctioning as he climaxed.
They both slumped for long minutes afterwards, content in cuddling.
Jennifer played with the curls on Tony’s chest and giggled. “We broke the rule.”
His chest moved as he chuckled. “Sure did.”
She raised up and looked into his face. “No trip to Europe.”
He shrugged. “Doesn’t really matter.” His dark eyes caught hers. ”It was worth breaking.”
“Yes, it was.” She caressed his nipple and watched his eyes darken more.
“Care to break them again?”
“My thoughts exactly.” She picked up his hand and kissed the palm.
Tony grabbed her, pulling her body across his. “This time I want full body contact.”
“And maybe overtime play.” Jennifer laughed. But then Tony kissed and her all humorous thoughts fled.
Chapter Eleven
“Sorry you lost the challenge.” Liz looked as disappointed a she thought they felt.
“No biggie.” Jennifer smiled. “We had fun and learned a few things.”
“Like exhibitionism is fun?” Liz teased.
Picking up her drink, she replied, “I admit...it had its moments, but I meant other things.”
Liz and Rob stared at her, clearly mystified.
She glanced at Tony and he grinned, seeming to be on her wavelength. “We learned not to take each other for granted.”
“Not to stop making an effort to enjoy spontaneous situations,” Tony added.
Holding his hand, she squeezed her approval. Turning back to her friends, she said, “We learned we must take time to be together, no matter how busy we are.”
“I’m glad you aren’t stuck in a rut anymore. You learned so much, maybe we should take some of our own medicine,” Liz laughed.
Tony and she joined in with her. “I have a feeling you already do that,” she commented.
The exotic couple across from them smiled broadly, seemingly glad their friends thought them so happily married, even if their methods were often questionable.
Their talk turned to the new project Tony was working on. Jennifer listened with half an ear, content in her own thoughts. She didn’t think she could be happier than she was at this time in her life. Tony and she had almost lost something precious to them, but had rediscovered it. Maybe the method was kinky and effective, and she wasn’t sure if they’d do any of those risky activities again. But, then again, who knew what the future held for them. Endless pleasure, she hoped.
The End