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Marriage is a never-ending process of learning who your partner really is and what lies deep inside.
Enter Katie.
Educated. East Coast boarding school in Maryland, no less, thanks to a dad who worked for the State Department and a mother who was chief of staff for a representative on Capitol Hill.
Katie was nurtured in polite society where a linen napkin was carefully unfurled and set daintily on a plaid skirt-clad lap before eating lunch or dinner.
Her all-women’s college education included a stint on the lacrosse team. Poetry class fed her soul while history and philosophy classes fed her mind.
Refined. An upstanding young woman.
Enter Jeremy.
Educated. East Coast boarding school in Connecticut, no less, thanks to a dad who worked in investment banking and a mother who was a screenwriter and literature professor.
Jeremy was nurtured in polite society where firm handshakes, smiles, and a look in the eye conveyed confidence. Linen napkins were unfurled and laid across trouser laps during business lunches.
Meeting Katie was practically an expected event since her mother worked for a congressional representative covering the Hartford area and Jeremy’s father knew how to lobby.
The marriage was refined and proper.
Flowers adorned the pews along the aisle leading to the altar inside a proper Episcopal church where the symmetry of design symbolized an orderly universe. Vows exchanged promised future sailing trips for fun and neatly dressed children to raise.
During the reception, crystal goblets clinked merrily and ever so delicately in a cavernous white tent where an orchestra played while guests danced with fingers laced and arms wrapped around each other.
So very politely.
Like the honeymoon where Jeremy bought first-class airline tickets to Paris and Katie made hotel reservations. Days included gazing at art and nighttime featured Katie dressing in the silkiest lingerie possible with Jeremy kissing her lips, and gently sliding off the delicate straps to reveal her breasts and feel her softly-covered hips.
Polite sex simply made sense.
Katie giggled, perched on her knees, and invited Jeremy with his condom-covered cock to slide into her pussy while she reached underneath and stimulated her clitoris.
Side trips included a visit to a gondola ride in the Italian Alps and a few days soaking up sun on a beach on the Riviera. And maybe that’s where Katie noticed the topless women stretching on the beach while men in their tight briefs sunned and splashed in the surf.
Katie smiled. Jeremy noticed but saying something felt awkward and they were sailing through life in a societal boat that was crafted to navigate without being rocked.
In the hotel that night, Katie was soaping her arms and breasts in the shower when Jeremy undressed and stepped in. Water cascaded over them as they kissed and Jeremy’s hands were freed from their internal moorings.
He pulled her from the shower and while they were still soaked he laid her on the bed. Katie parted her legs, gripped her ankles, and let Jeremy plow into her while huffing and thrusting.
She took his cock like a harbor enduring a storm blowing in from sea and she loved the sexual fury unleashed inside. Pulsing and writhing with lust coursing through her veins, Katie reached for Jeremy’s back while he pumped his cock and unleashed an orgasm spewing cum between her legs.
Jeremy began softening as quickly as he had hardened and wrinkled his face in confusion while Katie begged, “Lick me.” Her hand on his head moved his mouth toward her clitoris but he only took one flick of his tongue while she moaned.
He retreated from the unfamiliar sensation and lay beside her, using his fingers to spark the current that sent her over the orgasmic edge while keeping her cries muffled so neighbors wouldn’t hear.
Polite.
Child number one was born earlier than the planned schedule, child number two followed within twenty-four months, and child number three was conceived after Katie’s parents began a financially secure retirement, comparing notes and sharing grandparent duties with Jeremy’s parents.
Navigating the complexities of marriage is like pioneering an uncharted river through dense foliage and not knowing whether beauty or danger lurks around the next bend.
Katie didn’t know how to voice her desires for that moment from the honeymoon when Jeremy released his passion inside her.
They had sex.
But only after clients were cared for, sporting events were cheered for, homework was completed, and larger family gatherings were attended.
Katie would slip beneath the sheets and Jeremy would lie alongside her, pressing his cock against her ass. She usually shifted a leg to give him access. He’d kiss her, telling her how beautiful she was, while maneuvering his cock inside, fondling her breasts, and thrusting to create his release while she stroked her clit, gasped, and was left on the edge — desiring to go deeper and deeper.
Sometimes Jeremy would undress her and lather massage lotion over her shoulders, back, and buttocks after the household noise and sibling arguments had settled down.
Katie felt satisfaction kissing Jeremy’s lips and slowly moving her tongue to his chest, swirling the tip around his nipples and moving lower to pleasure the tip of his cock and move her lips down his shaft. Sucking him offered a moment of adventure even if the destination had already been charted.
Their marriage flowed smoothly and the river bends never produced any unusual or unexpected surprises.
Just like they had been taught.
Katie felt an erotic pulsing after dropping off at school and returning home to dress and answer business calls. A vibration began from deep in her core and crept upward, tightening her nipples while she slipped off her yoga pants, and undid her jog bra.
Lust pricked her mind like a needle. Before she could reach in her underwear drawer, she stood in front of the full-length mirror, gazed on her naked form, and dared drop a finger to her pussy. One finger, then two. Wow.
Breathing deeply, she tumbled onto the bed, slipped a third finger in, and was amazed at the amount of pleasure she felt. Self-fucking, not masturbating, she had read somewhere. A craving for a total sensation.
Noise on the front porch alerted her, shook her back to reality, and she dressed. A package delivered but she was left with an arousal buzz so real that she decided to dress in her tightest, most provocative panties beneath her slacks and blouse. Even if no one saw. She knew.
Ties to polite society loosened.
That night, slipping into bed with Jeremy she pushed her ass against his cock and turned to kiss him. He kissed her with eyes half closed and murmured goodnight.
Katie closed her eyes but her mind opened to an erotic world of men like Jeremy, wrapping arms around her while she spread her legs, opened her mouth, and pleasured them as much as they pleasured her. Her hand slipped between her legs again, probing for pleasure. Her world of semi-sleep was so real that her moans rose from her chest out through her mouth and it took several seconds before she realized Jeremy was nudging her.
“Hey, Katie. Wake up, you’re dreaming.”
Is that what it was?
He dozed off again and suddenly it felt like a whole group was sliding beneath the sheets, but it was all of her cravings sharing the bed.
The website conveyed Katie’s most erotic feelings with images of cabanas in a jungle setting. “A second honeymoon adventure.” She sat on the living room sofa next to Jeremy and showed him what she’d been thinking of for so long.
He wasn’t so sure. “The humidity.”
She smiled and pointed to the sub-heading down the website. “Clothing optional.”
“Yeah? That appeals to you?”
“It’s a chance to let loose. Finally.” Her lips grazing Jeremy’s ear were moving on their own power, just like her hands traveling down his stomach to his waist.
He glanced around the house. “The kids.”
She scoffed. “Kids. Your parents. My parents.” She returned to his side, feeling along his thigh. “Jeremy, I feel trapped.” She moaned. “I think about going, even if it’s without you.”
Reservations made. Airline tickets purchased.
The resort overlooked a bluff and a winding trail over soft sand led to the clothing-optional beach. Katie wore a one-piece and didn’t have the courage to take it off. She wasn’t quite ready for the micro-bikini Jeremy had bought for her, either.
Fantasies required getting used to.
But how hard would it be?
A man in the buff, stretching on a blanket with an equally naked woman, made eye contact and smiled. Katie let her gaze linger and smiled back.
When nighttime fell, she and Jeremy dined on the expansive patio where a band played and diners danced between bites. She wore a skirt mid-thigh and a tight, knit shirt that revealed her ample breasts. Her hair fell over her shoulders.
The dance floor was filled with gyrating shapes, including the naked man from the beach who was now dressed in khaki shorts, twirling the woman who had lovely-sized breasts and a pageboy hairstyle. When the number finished, the couple made their way to Katie and Jeremy.
“Care to dance?” he asked and then addressed Jeremy. “My name’s Brad and my wife, Jeannie, will keep your wife’s place safe and secure.”
“I’d love to.” Katie scooted from the booth before Jeremy could object and made it to the dance floor, swaying and welcoming hands around her back.
“Join us in our cabana tomorrow,” said Brad, moving his lips dangerously close to her ear. “Several other couples will be there.”
Katie had wondered. How could she? She couldn’t even wear a bikini on a beach for nudists. But she brought up the invite to Jeremy as they walked to their cabana.
“No.” He was quiet.
“Oh, hon.” Hurt veiled her voice. “Let’s at least watch.”
“Watch?”
Katie pressed her body against Jeremy’s. “I want to go wild.”
Jeremy opened the door to their room and ran a hand over her ass and up her back. “Is there a dress code?”
“Lingerie, swimsuits or nothing at all.” Katie parted her legs, wrapped one around Jeremy’s thigh, and pressed hard.
Jeannie opened the door. “Hey, come in.”
Katie’s hands were trembling and Jeremy lagged a few steps behind. Couples were kissing and soft music was playing. A kitchenette was in one corner with two sofa sleepers — one was folded out with a thick mattress on top.
Jeannie was dressed in a halter top and a wrap around her waist with nothing visible underneath.
“Your first time at something like this?”
“Yes.” Katie glanced and saw two open bedroom doors featuring king-size beds.
Jeannie murmured. “Mmm.”
“We came to watch.” Katie felt silly for saying so and held Jeremy’s hand.
“Sure.” Jeannie rubbed Katie’s arm. “How about relaxing with a massage?”
“Oh?”
“Sit in this chair and close your eyes, dear.” Jeannie motioned to a comfy chair with armrests. Katie settled and Jeannie moved her hands gently over Katie’s shoulders and moved lower while whispering in her ear. “You’re so beautiful. Share it, baby.”
“Mmm, yeah.”
“Share what you got, we’d love to know.” Jeannie’s words were seductive and Katie watched Brad fondling a woman across the room who was kneeling on the sofa while another guy stood behind her, pulling off her bikini bottoms. Once undressed, he pushed his hips against her ass while she reached for Brad’s cock.
Jeannie’s voice continued. “Get messy. Sloppy.” She kissed Katie on the cheek while Jeremy stood to the side, reaching inside his shorts. “No need to be so polite.”
Polite?
Fuck that. Katie leaned her face back, closed her eyes, and for the first time ever kissed a woman. Jeannie worked her mouth against Katie’s and she reached for Jeremy, feeling his ass.
Jeannie turned to Jeremy. “Undo this, sweetheart.”
He placed his hands on Jeannie’s hips, pulled, and let the wrap drop to the floor. Her ass was shapely round and a tuft of hair was neatly shaved just above her pussy.
“Show me you like it.” She smiled at Jeremy and turned to Katie. “Would you mind?”
“No.” Katie was running a hand between her legs while two men surrounded her and Jeremy undressed, letting Jeannie fondle his cock and slide it inside her pussy.
Fucking, just like that. Katie closed her eyes while one guy ran his hands over her tits and the other lifted her up, pulling off her bikini and leaning her forward. He sat down and she took his cock in her mouth, bending over, while the other guy slid his cock into her pussy and began pumping hard from behind.
Jeremy was fucking Jeannie and Brad was across the room having sex with who-knew-who and Katie felt a thick cock moving in and out.
She dropped to another mattress on the floor and both men shared her, spreading her legs and another woman with thick thighs and bouncy breasts, knelt beside her and waited for the right moment to lift one leg over Katie’s mouth and then another.
Cock. Pussy. Cum.
Katie was being rocked in her body and soul while tasting the pussy juices of another woman, using her tongue to caress the lady’s clit. The guy’s orgasm exploded inside her, sending shivers from her head to her toes. She cried out, “Fuck!” while the man grunted.
The woman dismounted, snaked around in front of Katie, and lay with her face between her legs, using her tongue to clean up the orgasm that the man deposited while more men with their cocks protruding, knelt alongside Katie and offered their shafts. She held one, sucked another, and felt the incredible softness of the woman’s tongue. Dazzling on the clit until she shook and trembled under the coursing orgasm as she had never been shaken.
Her sex was now unleashed and she wanted more.
Katie woke in the morning alongside… Brad. Oh, wow. His body was pushed against her ass and his cock moved from soft to hard.
“Where’s Jeremy?” she mumbled, glancing around the bedroom.
“With Jeannie.” Brad was hard, rubbing against Katie. “How do you feel? Was yesterday too much?”
Katie smiled. “That’s so polite of you to ask. Honestly, I don’t think it was enough.” She reached to feel his cock while she lifted her leg and slid him inside.
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