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Modern Love story. Chapter 17.
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The following morning I was about to get up to make the
tea when there was a knock on the bedroom door. Carl had
already made it and he came in carrying three cups on a
tray. As usual he was naked. There was no doubt that he
was proud of his lean and muscular body, and he was now
turning a nice shade of brown. He was even more proud of
his fully erect cock!
When he first came in, Kelly's instinctive reaction had
been to pull the sheet up to her neck to cover herself,
but she instantly recognized the absurdity of such an
action and she left the sheet where it was, just up to
her waist. She had a smile on her face as she teased
him. "So, making tea gives you an erection then, Carl,
does it?"
He smiled at her comment but nevertheless remained
resolutely erect. And the sight of her bare breasts was
hardly likely to reduce his state of excitement, either.
He put the tray down on the dressing table.
Kelly continued, but without the previous humor.
Instead there was a soft sensual overtone to her words.
"And what are you going to do about it?" The sudden
sexual tension filled the room.
"I don't know."
She looked at me briefly, but just long enough to let me
know she had remembered what I had said to her on our
first morning here. She pulled the sheet back. Carl
could now see the whole of her naked body. She parted
her legs.
"Would you like to come in here, then?" The ambiguity
was deliberate.
He needed no further prompting. He climbed into the bed
and maneuvered himself between her legs in an instant.
Kelly reached down to guide his cock and he slipped into
her without effort. And then supporting his weight on
his arms he began to fuck her. He started off slowly; he
did not want it to end too soon and neither did Kelly.
There was absolutely no doubt that she adored being on
the end of his dick. You could see it in her face, in
her open mouth and in her heavy lidded eyes. I nibbled
on her earlobe and asked her to touch herself. The very
next moment her hand was down between her legs. The
words in her ear had just tripped off my tongue. Now it
was my tongue itself that was in her ear.
She turned her head to kiss me, a long, lingering and
loving kiss. Her tongue was dancing with mine. Again I
experienced this extraordinary feeling of closeness to
her. And then she pulled her lips away from mine in
order to speak to Carl. In that soft tone of hers, the
tone that she puts on when she wants something, she
asked him to fuck her harder. I usually find it
difficult to say no to such persuasive entreaties. And
so did Carl!
She also wanted him to fuck her deeper, judging by the
way she had wrapped her legs around his waist, thereby
making herself even more open for him. And Carl was
doing his level best to fulfill her wishes. Fulfilling
them to such an extent, I was concerned her delicate
feminine flesh would get bruised. Kelly, on the other
hand, was not in the least bit concerned.
This may have had something to do with the fact that she
was very close to her orgasm, an orgasm that was, at
least in part, self-induced. Because on every down
stroke his flat stomach was smacking against the back of
her hand and the shock wave was transmitted through her
finger to her clitoris. And then she was climaxing, her
body was convulsing and she was groaning
incomprehensibly. She was still on her orgasmic plateau
when Carl's semen flooded into her core, just as she was
when mine spurted into my hand!
And then two minutes later it was as if nothing had
happened. He was standing by the side of the bed once
more, with a cup of tea in his hand. The only evidence
of his encounter with Kelly, being his sticky
detumescence. That, and the growing wet patch on the
sheet between her thighs. He looked really pleased with
himself as he went out of our room. "Don't let your teas
get cold!" were his parting words.
Kelly recovered quickly and turned to look at me. Her
eyes had that usual après-sex sparkle but there was also
a broad grin on her face. Something had struck her as
funny.
"All right then, Kelly, what's amused you?"
She couldn't wait to tell me. "When Carl came in with
the teas and his erection. Was that what you'd call
'womb' service?" And then she couldn't stop laughing.
We had hired the car for two days so that we could see a
bit more of the island. Yesterday we'd been at the
beach; today we were planning to go to Alcudia. Shortly
after breakfast the two of us set off, Carl having
declined the invitation to join us. We had reached
Felanitz and I was not sure which was the road for
Manacor.
"Oh, bollocks!"
"What's wrong?"
And then I saw the sign. We were on the right road after
all. "It's ok. I thought I'd missed the turn but there
is obviously another way to get there." I looked at her.
She was wearing a lemon top and a short blue skirt. She
was going brown and she looked fabulous. "I must say,
Kelly, you look very tasty today."
"Thank you." She leaned across and kissed me on my
cheek.
I rested my hand on her smooth skin of her upper thigh,
just where her skirt ended. My fingers crept up her leg
and came to rest on her panties. "You've got some on." I
said. I don't know what made me say that, really. It was
hardly likely to be something she didn't already know! I
suppose it was because I was slightly disappointed.
Since we'd been in Majorca she'd often gone without, not
least because she knew both Carl and I preferred her
that way.
"Yes, I had to. I'm still quite wet from this morning."
"Didn't you use the bidet?"
"Don't you think this is all getting a bit personal,
Ben? As a matter of fact I did use it, but obviously it
didn't all come out." And then she hummed the signature
tune to 'Mastermind'. "So, Magnus, my specialist subject
is 'Feminine Hygiene.'"
"Sorry, Kelly. I didn't mean to embarrass you. It's only
that I was concerned about your little fanny. It was
getting quite a hammering this morning."
"It's fine, Ben." She smiled at me and then she pulled
her skirt up and patted herself through the white lace
material. And then she spoke to it! "You're quite used
to it by now, aren't you?" She took her hand away and
smoothed her skirt down.
"Do that again."
"What, talk to it?"
"No, silly! Touch yourself, I mean. It's very erotic
seeing you do that."
"I wasn't doing anything, I only patted it."
"Well, pat it again."
"Why?"
I couldn't reply. We were now in Manacor and I was
negotiating a rather complicated roundabout. Traffic
seemed to be coming at us from all directions. I
followed the signs for Petra and soon we were again on
the open road. I glanced at Kelly. "What about the
holiday. Are you enjoying it, so far?"
"Yes, I am, Ben. And I'm so glad you've hired a car. It
means we can have some time together on our own and I
think that's wonderful. I love it when it's just the two
of us."
"I'm really pleased to hear you say that, Kelly."
"And I mean it too, Ben. Every word."
"So you're happy to sleep with me?"
"Of course I am. And we do sleep together, Ben,
something I don't ..." She suddenly realized what she
was saying. "Sorry, Ben, I didn't mean to say ..."
I interrupted her. "It's all right, Kelly. You haven't
shattered any illusions. I've never considered myself to
be God's gift to women."
"That is not an issue as far as I'm concerned, Ben, honestly. I love
you, and therefore, when we do it there is far more to it than just
the sex. You and I make love, Ben, and that makes a big difference."
She said it again for emphasis. "We make love Ben. Carl and I don't
make love; we just fuck! I'm not saying I don't enjoy it. I don't
love him, but I love every moment of it when he screw me with his
monster dick!
Are you want to be a perfect sex partner?
"You are incredible, do you know that?"
"Why do you say I'm incredible, Ben? Because I actually enjoy sex
with someone else or because I admit that I do? Or is it because you think it's
not normal for a woman to be able to separate sex and love. Men can make the
distinction, but apparently women can't. And who says so? Why, men, of course!
Is that why you say I'm incredible?"
I managed to get a word in edgeways. "Kelly, when I said it, I meant
it as a compliment. And I still mean it too. You are incredibly sexy and I love
you all the more because of it. And I accept that you can enjoy sex without an
emotional involvement. It's not as if you haven't told me before."
We had driven through Petra and were now on route for Puerto de
Alcudia. We finally arrived at midday and found somewhere to park the car. We
did a bit of sight seeing but it was really too hot to do too much. We found a
small restaurant close to the harbor. A family was vacating a table just as we
got there and we grabbed it. Kelly went to the loo.
I glanced around at the people sitting at the other tables, most of
whom seemed to be German. I heard a flapping sound above and I turned to look at
the pale green awning. One of the cords securing it to the uprights had come
undone and every so often a gentle breeze would catch the material. Looking
south I could just make out the shape of Mont Salvador in the far distance. We
had driven past it that very morning on our way to Felanitz.
Kelly returned and started to tell me something before she'd even
sat down. "Don't make it obvious Ben, but see that man sitting over there, in
the corner, in the blue shirt, with his back to us. Well, I think it's Jeff. I
hope he hasn't seen us."
"Why? At least you can show him that you do wear knickers,
sometimes!"
"Ha-ha. Very funny, I don't think. Anyway, he'd be the last person
I'd show them to."
I looked across at the man just as he got up to leave. Kelly had
been mistaken; it wasn't Jeff. She realized it too.
"Something tells me that you don't like him, Kelly."
She looked at me. "You know, Ben, you're wasted in banking. Someone
as astute as you should have been a private detective!"
"All right, there's no need to be sarcastic. I didn't realize he'd
made such a bad impression on you. You seemed happy enough when he was dishing
out the compliments. How was I to know?"
"He is very false, Ben. He ladles the charm on but it is so
superficial. He gives me the creeps."
I was about to tell her that I, too, felt he was shallow when at
last the waiter came to take our order. It was so hot that all we
really fancied was a salad and a cold mineral water. Once we'd
ordered, the service was very quick. And we'd made a good choice
too; the salad was excellent.
"This is the life, eh, Kelly?"
"It certainly beats working for a living."
We paid the bill and left. We took a stroll around the small harbor.
Being so near the water, we ought to have felt cooler, even if the
reason was purely psychological, but it was not the case.
The bright sunlight seemed to be intensified as it was reflected off
the water and the white paintwork of the boats. Hardly anything or
anyone was moving in the
intense heat and the somnolence was pervasive. We ambled back to the
car, this time letting it run for a while before we got in it. I'd
decided we'd drive back via
Arta and Porto Cristo, to give us a change of scenery.
We'd been driving for about an hour when I asked Kelly if her fanny
was still all right.
"Why are you so concerned about it? I told you this morning it was
ok, didn't I?" And then she answered her own question. "Oh, I know
why. Well I'm not going to touch myself, Ben, if that's what you think. Especially whilst
you're driving. We'd have an accident."
There is a God! We were driving through a wooded area as she was
speaking. Ahead of us was a turnoff to the right. On an impulse I
took it and found that it led to a small deserted clearing. I parked
in some welcoming shade and turned the engine off.
"What was it you were saying about an accident, Kelly?"
She looked all around the clearing, making absolutely certain that
no one else was present.
"I find your concern really touching, Ben." She was being very
sarcastic.
"What I'd really like to find, Kelly, is you touching your concern!"
She didn't answer. Instead she raised her bottom out of the seat and
pulled the hem of her dress up so that she was no longer sitting on
it. And then her fingertips
were on the fabric of her panties, and her forefinger was tracing
her cleft.
"Well, it seems to be ok but you can never be too careful, can
you? I think I'd better make absolutely sure, don't you?" She'd no
sooner finished speaking than she'd hooked the fingers of her left
hand around the lacy triangle and pulled it to one side, exposing
her vulva. We were both watching her finger trawl along the
increasingly wet channel between her fleshy glistening labia lips.
And then she turned to me again. "Don't ever tell me, Ben, that I
don't spoil you!" And then my beautiful, oh so sexy wife began to
masturbate.
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