"May I speak to you for a moment," the attractive blonde hotel manager called as Judy started through the lobby on the way back to the room.
"Of course."
The manager cleared her throat and adjusted her tiny glasses. "We have a situation with your husband and one of our employees."
"A situation?"
"Come into my office please," the manager said, and Judy did as she was asked.
They spoke for only a few minutes. At first, she was furious with Rick and it must have shown on her face, because the blonde began to apologize for even bringing up the subject. The longer the manager talked, the less guilty Judy felt about what she had just done with Leslie and Armand.
"Maybe I can come up with a solution," Judy said.
When she finished explaining, she asked if there was a bottle of champagne in the hotel bar.
"Perhaps it will make things go easier when I talk to him," she said.
She had been gone for three hours, and she knew Rick would be worried. She hoped to take the sting out of the entire situation by bringing the champagne, cold but uncorked, and she knew that champagne alone was not enough to make him comfortable.
She stood in the hallway in front of their room and looked down at herself. Rick was a visual person who often watched her every move while she dressed or undressed. She always wanted to be attractive and interesting to Rick, but now was a time to be enticing.
She put down the bottle of champagne on the floor and unbuttoned her blouse almost to her navel. Just the bra was not enough, she thought, and she pulled up on the flesh, fully revealing the nipple of one of her breasts.
He had been so good to her by letting her go with Armand and Leslie, and now she wanted to please him. For just a moment, she thought she would take off her panties, but she changed her mind. Damn it, if he didn't like her this way, he wouldn't like her any way. She unlocked the door, picked up the champagne, and stepped inside.
"I'm home!" she called.
She had expected him to be lying under the covers asleep or sitting the easy chair in the corner trying to understand French television, but he was in the bathroom, with the shower running. She pushed open the door, stepped inside
"I'm home and I'm ready to give you the fucking of your life," she said, as she pulled back the shower curtain.
She had surprised, but she was surprised too. He stood in the shower with his cock in his soapy hand, and his cheeks turned almost as red as Leslie's this morning.
"I can do that for you if you like," she said.
"Uh, wow! You look fantastic," he said, and he let go of his cock.
She put the champagne on the closed toilet seat and grinned, as she let him take in the image she had prepared for him. She knew how much he liked to look at her, and how much he loved her. The problem was to convince him that she loved him now more than ever.
"Well, do you want me to do that for you or not?"
"Of course I do."
Judy grinned. She knew that she looked both good and sexy and she knew how much it affected him when she got herself ready for him like this. Slowly, she opened her blouse, pulled up on her skirt and squatted to the floor outside the shower. She reached for the bar of soap in the tray and rolled it between her hands, gathering its lather and scent.
"You like this, huh?" she said, with both of her nipples poking over the top of her bra.
"Oh, yeah."
"Now my turn." She returned the soap to its holder. "Definitely . . . my turn."
She looked up into his eyes as she took his cock and began a slow, massaging motion with her fingers.
"You never have to do this yourself," she said, smiling. "All you have to do is ask."
"You're not always around."
"I'll always be around."
She pulled his cock closer to her mouth, and when she brought the soapy taste to her tongue, he moaned his approval. She began to work on him with hand, lips, and tongue, adding the additional dimension of taste to her own pleasure. There was something about the taste of soap that she liked. Maybe it went all the way back to when she first started to masturbate.
She moved her hand faster and faster. She rolled her tongue and sucked his cock. God, she loved it. He was all hers now, and she was in control. She knew the warnings of when he might come, and he was now getting dangerously close.
"Oh!" he said, as if he were going to come, but she knew she had successfully brought him from the pinnacle, and she wanted to draw him to another.
"Why did you stop?" he said.
She looked up at him and smiled. She wanted him to do something new and different, the act she had refused to let Armand and something she had never even given Rick before. She rose to her feet, grabbed a bottle of lotion from the sink and went into the bedroom.
"Where are you going?"
"Rinse and dry yourself off," she said.
"Should I finish this by myself?"
"No! Just shut up and do as I say."
She hung her blouse and skirt in the armoire. Then stripped out of her skirt and panties and tossed them to the chair. She was still wearing her stockings and her high-heeled shoes as she leaned over the bed, showing her ass as she waited for him to come out of the shower.
"What are you doing?" He was drying himself off.
She said nothing. She just wagged her ass and reached back, holding the lotion in his direction. Whenever anyone tried to do that to her in the past, even Rick after she was married, it had frightened her. It also excited her, and now, on their vacation in Paris, she would try anything.
"Do you mean you want me to-"
She just grinned at him
"We've never-"
"I know we've never. That's why I am offering my virgin ass." I want you to fuck me there.
"Damn!"
When she wagged her ass again, he made a kind of smile that was mostly in his eyes, and he took the bottle of lotion. She loved him more now than ever, in spite of the fact that he had made out with the chambermaid without telling her. He poured the lotion, and started to rub it into in his hands.
"You're supposed to keep them slick, not make them soft. Put it on my behind too … in my behind as a matter of fact, because I'm going to need the lubrication."
He squeezed some of the liquid at the base of her spine and let it roll down into the crack.
"Work your fingers in there first, and loosen it up," she said. She was trembling, actually afraid of what was going to happen. She wanted him to go slowly, but as he rubbed the palms of his hands over her ass, and slipped his thumbs into the crack, working them toward her anus, he seemed too slow about it.
"Come on, you ninny. Push one of them in there. Push it, move it around. Make it sexy for your cock."
"Don't be in such a hurry."
He poured more of the lotion into the crack, and began to work it in. At first, it hurt only the slightest bit. Then it hurt more, and only the desire and the anticipation of what was going to happen kept her from crying out in pain. She had no idea whether he was working his thumbs or his fingers into her, but slowly and steadily, she began to relax.
"Stop fooling around. Fuck my ass!" she said, and she reached back to help him, spreading her own cheeks as he took his cock in his hand, and led the head to her opening.
"Push," she said, and smiled to herself. She remembered when her pussy was virgin, how bad it hurt that first time, and how good it felt ever after that. "Fuck me. Fuck my ass, come on!"
"I'm new to this."
"Get on with it."
He worked his hard cock around the lubricated opening. She wanted it fast because she was frightened. She wanted him to get on with it, just like she wanted her old boyfriend to get on with her first fuck.
Suddenly, Rick stopped.
"What is it?" Judy said.
"Just be calm," he said, and she knew he was positioning the head of his cock at the opening, knew he was lining it up, ready to push. When he did push, not much of him managed to get inside.
"More juice," she said.
"Yes," she said, and in only a few moments of activity, she felt the cold lotion sliding down through the crack of her ass, and she heard the click, click of his fingers trying to open her even farther. After another few seconds, he pushed again, and more of his cock got inside her and it was starting to hurt bad.
"No," she said. Yet, she wanted him to continue.
"Yes," he said, and he pushed again.
"Oh!" she cried out, mostly in pain as the length of his cock slid all the way inside her. Then the pain wasn't a pain any longer. It was something else.
"But it hurts so good," he said, as he pulled part of the way out, causing her even more of the pleasure-pain she did not understand.
She wanted him to stop, but she again remembered her first time fucking. Yes, it was hard and it hurt, but it was good later, and this would be good later still. She stiffened her hips, and tried to relax the opening. Slowly and steadily, he moved in and out of her, and it continued to hurt. She felt more of the cold lotion on her back. Out of his consideration for her pain, he was again lubricating both his cock and her ass, as he continued to fuck at the opening.
"It's … it's feeling better," she said, only half convinced.
"Yes," he said, and moved slowly, maybe too slowly now, because she wanted the pain to quickly become pleasure, and she knew it would happen from what other women had said about it.
"More. Harder," she said.
"Yes," he said, and began to pick up the tempo, going at her harder and harder, faster and faster. He put his hands under her belly to the crux of her hips to make certain he did not slip out on the backstroke.
There was pain, but there was pleasure too, a slow pleasure that was beginning to gather and increase. New sensations were surging through her body. She experienced the pleasure in different organs and in different muscles. It was a whole new set of sensations: physical, mental, and emotional sensations evoked by her love for Rick.
With his arms still wrapped around her middle, he rammed her harder and harder. He seemed insensitive to her pain. It was still there, but it seemed to dissipate with each stroke. He kept thrusting. The pain was almost gone now, replaced by new pleasures she had never before experienced. He was slamming in and out of her, grunting, groaning, and calling out her name.
"Yes, Judy, yes."
"Fuck me, Rick. Fuck my ass."
"I am. I am," he said.
She was grunting back at him and theirs was a symphony of grunts and groans, a symphony of pleasure and love. They knew exactly what they were doing. They were reconsummating their love with a sacrifice of mutual virginity as they had never been able to consummate it on their wedding night.
At this, they were both virgins, and in this was a renewed consecration of love and their marriage.
"Oh, Rick."
"Yes, Judy. Yes, yes, yes, a thousand times, yes," he said.
He was getting close to a point of exquisite pleasure and so was she. Those new and unusual pleasures surged and rolled and gushed. She screamed inside herself, but all she said was aloud, "Yes!"
He was going harder, breathing harder, pumping harder, and she was pumping her ass back at him, joining him in movement, seeking their mutual pleasure.
"Do it, do it," she said.
"Yes," he said, pumping ever harder, going deeply into her touching the wall that separated the new cavity of pleasure from the old.
"Oh!" she went, and this time it was not from pain.
"Yes," he said. "Yes. Yes. Yes. I’m coming."
"Me too, yes. I'm … yessss. Yes, I am."
The pleasure came from everyplace inside her: pussy and ass, inside her brain and stomach and even at the very surface of her flesh. Her flesh, her pussy, her ass. It was all tingling. "Yesssss, I'm come, come, come … inggg."
"Yes," he said, and he gripped his arms tightly around her middle, holding himself inside her, as he emptied his come into the totally new cavity.
"That was so bad, it was goooood," she moaned, breathing hard.
"Yes. It was so bad it was good," he said, repeating her words.
He held her for a long time, leaning over her back, kissing her neck and shoulders and trying to stay inside her, but at last, he slipped away.
"I love you, Judy."
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