She would do. I had hoped that she would be a little prettier, but not too much so the fact that she was homely would inevitably work in my favor. She was also a tad bit on the slim side - another plus since Curtis preferred women with a bit more meat on their bones. I told him I could grant him this favor in our marriage as long as it benefited me, and in the end, we chose a woman who was bisexual cause I wanted to get mine too.
I chose the location, the Terrenea Resort in Rancho Palos Verdes, overlooking the ocean. I wanted a place where we could relax and debrief calmly about what had happened before we drifted back into our routine. I stood out on the terrace in a satin corset and stilletos, watching the waves crash against one another, while he sat anxiously on the bed in his boxers finishing his bourbon. After so many years of being together, we didn't need to talk to communicate. I could sense him saying to me, we don't have to do this if you're not comfortable. I turned around and his eyes immediately met mine, and I smiled to reassure him I was fine. Right then, she emerged from the bathroom and announced she was ready, wearing a matching bra and panty set. Nothing special.
I decided it would be best if I took total control, and I felt confident and sexy walking back in from the terrace and watched Curtis center himself on the bed as we both moved toward him. She followed my lead and I moved to the forefront, positioning myself at the front of the bed. I crawled toward him, watching him watch my breasts almost fall out the corset. His dick was already so hard, it was through the hole in his boxers. He started stroking it and I started licking it all over until I could hear in his moans that it was too much. I took it in slowly at first, sucking on just the head, and eventually made my way all the way down the shaft. He groaned louder and pushed my head down as far as I would take it and I could feel her behind me, licking me wet in preparation to take him in. I could feel him getting bigger in my mouth and could tell by his movements he was ready to fuck. I slowly released his dick and he turned me around to enter me from behind. She sat in front of me and from his first stroke, watched him fuck me while she played with herself.
He fucked me with no mercy, harder than ever, that he pushed my face down into the bed to muffle my cries. I lost track of time as he moved my body from position to position on the bed, fucking me continuously. He held me first by my waist, then my ankles, then my hair and made me cum back to back without stopping. He kept saying how good it was, having to pull out a few times to keep himself from climaxing, but when he reached his peak he grabbed my thighs and fucked me so hard from the back again, I knew this was going to be it for him. I watched her watch him react, her mouth slightly open and in awe of his stamina. I felt him cum on my ass, and then pass out right on top of me. She had already been paid and for the little that she had done to put us both to sleep, I figured she'd leave happy at such an easy gig.
I don't know how long I was asleep, but it couldn't have been long since the light in room hadn't change. I looked over and saw her sucking him back to life up against the wall and I decided to watch. I could tell he was tired, but I could also tell his energy was coming back as she gave him head. I sat up just a little bit, and my slight movement caught his eye. We looked right at each other as she finished, and mounted him against the wall.
She rode him up against that wall like I never had, planting her feet tightly against it, with her legs wrapped around him. He tried to control the act, but she had complete and total control, banging her ass against his dick on that wall, and at some points pulling up slowly, the head of his dick still inside her. I saw his tongue flicker the first time she did it, and she did too, because she did it over and over, teasing his dick in a manner I didn't know how. I watched my husband of almost 20 years make fuck faces I'd never seen before while fucking her, and as he reached his climax, he turned her around and put her up against the wall, fucking her harder than he ever fucked me before, her cries twice as loud as mine in the hour before. I watched her face and knew well the ecstasy she was feeling as she clung to him. She pushed him away as hard as she could to keep him from cumming inside of her, but it still landed on her legs and thighs. He stumbled backward to the bed, holding his dick and without coming close to me, passed out for the night.
She smiled at me and made her way into the bathroom to change. I sat up and looked at him asleep, knowing that when he woke up, things would be different between us. When she emerged from the bathroom fully dressed, she thanked me. I just stared at her. This plain Jane who was not only taking my money, but changing the nature of my relationship. I dismissed her with a wave of my hand and she smirked and made her way to the door. "Hey", she called out to me with her hand on the knob and looking at Curtis, "you've got a good one there. Hold on to him." And then she exited out of our lives for what I hoped was forever.
I didn't sleep that night, and not once did Curtis call out for me, missing me in his sleep. When he awoke, he found me on the terrace nursing my third bourbon. He sat down next to me, both of us watching the waves do their thing under a rising sun. For the first time in almost a decade, I couldn't sense anything from him at all, and we sat in silence out there for a long time....
