It was our annual long weekend to wine country. After several years, we had settled into a familiar routine. We stayed at the same inn out in the country, a small, exclusive property that was the perfect combination of beauty, quiet, relaxation, and welcome. We preferred it to the hustle and bustle of town and felt more connected to the land here.

Our visits now followed a familiar pattern. We had developed a close relationship with Jessica, the concierge, who, for years now, has been arranging intimate, private visits to small properties whose owners have a passion for sustainability and happen to make world-class wine.

Our getaways were crafted to combine a few select visits with some downtime, enjoying the countryside and relaxing at the inn. Each trip, we visited a few new properties but also enjoyed returning to some old, familiar places where we had developed relationships.

Jessica was a joy from the first time we worked with her. She brought enthusiasm and skill to her job and worked very hard to curate itineraries that were meaningful and memorable. We now considered her a friend, and each visit was like a reunion.

She was attractive, perhaps in her early fifties, as were we, with a vivacious personality and eyes that radiated energy. Fit, pretty face, shoulder-length brown hair, with a natural, healthy glow from her Northern California lifestyle. Kate and I agreed that she was attractive if not alluring, and as we returned year after year, we would remark on that with more frequency and enthusiasm.

It had been a while since we had been able to get away on a trip, and we were really looking forward to unplugging and relaxing and enjoying one another. Sonoma was a special place for us, and beyond the wine, food, and setting, we had the chance to rekindle our connection. That included sex, and lots of it.

Kate was always an attractive, healthy, and fit woman, but over the last year, she had been spending even more time at the gym, the yoga studio, and on the running trails. The hours put into training took a very good body and made it great, and she began to pay more attention to her dress, upgrading her wardrobe with pieces that accentuated her physique. She had a new hairdresser who knew exactly how to style her long tresses. She carried herself with quiet confidence and pride.

We arrived and were greeted by Jessica with a warm hug. As we registered, we caught up with one another. Kate and Jessica fell into an easy banter that reflected a closeness forged over many years of working together and sharing the occasional bottle of wine after hours at the fire pit. I was pleased to see them like this.

We reached our room and began to unpack. As is her custom, Kate wanted to settle in, iron her clothes, and stretch out on the deck with a glass of wine and a book. I knew this routine well. After a long coast-to-coast journey, she wanted time to unwind and integrate into our new setting.

My unpacking didn’t take long, and so I said I’d take a little walk around the grounds, maybe sit by the pool, and meet her back in the suite in a half hour or so.

I went straight back to the office and found Jessica behind her desk, tending to some routine paperwork. Seeing that a junior receptionist was also present and there were no guests needing care, I asked Jessica if she would like to join me outside for a cup of coffee.

We grabbed a cup each and headed outside. I found a quiet place with two chairs under some trees, and we settled in.

“It’s great to be back, Jessica,” I said.

“It’s great to see you two,” she replied. “You know you’re my favorite clients.”

“Oh, you say that to all your guests,” I chuckled. “That’s what makes you such a great host.”

“No, I really mean it. You are the nicest people, you always treat me well, and, well, I’m not sure how to say this, but you’re also really attractive.”

She paused, blushing slightly. “Oh my, maybe I crossed a line there,” she added.

“Not at all, Jessica.” I smiled. “We feel the same way about you, everything you said, right back at you.”

“Everything?” she asked.

“Especially the attractive part,” I responded. “We talk about that all the time.”

Her face brightened at the compliment. “Well, you’ve never flirted with me, neither of you. I can’t say that about all my guests. Although… if I could choose who to flirt with, it would be the two of you.”

“The two of us?” I teased. “Well, that answers a question.”

“And what would that be?” She said in response.

“I think you know very well what that tells me. But enough playful banter, as much as I’m enjoying this. I have something serious to discuss with you.”

“Oh? And what’s that?”

“Before I go there, I need to warn you. You might find it quite shocking, and it might make you feel uncomfortable. You might even want to slap me. So, with that warning, do you want me to continue?”

She considered the question with only the slightest hesitation. “Go on.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I’m a big girl. I can handle it. And if I slap you, I’m asking forgiveness up front.”

“OK, but this will likely change our relationship,” I warned for the final time. “That’s all I’m going to say. Still okay?”

“Goodness gracious, yes. Please just go on.”

I drew a deep breath, exhaled, and made my proposition. In the end, she took both of my hands in hers, looked deeply into my eyes, and said softly,

“You’re right. It’s a provocative thing you’re asking. But I trust you. My answer is yes. Let’s work out the details.”

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That night we had arranged to dine on property, and the relaxed multi-course meal with wine pairings by candlelight set the mood for the days ahead. Kate looked radiant, and I knew that I was likely the envy of the other men in the restaurant. I wondered to myself how many of them were looking at her and wondering what it would be like to fuck her. Every sip of wine she took between those precious lips made me stir, and my heart began to race.

Back in the room, she changed into her nightgown and we climbed into bed. I began to rub her back, my hand traveling down and across her ass, stroking her thigh, while I planted little kisses on her neck. I pressed into her so she could feel my arousal. I reached around and ran my fingers across her breast, pausing to tease her nipple through the fabric.

She let out a soft moan and rolled toward me. With a playful smile, she said, “Well, someone’s certainly excited.”

“Mmmnm,” was all I could say in response, silently begging her to touch my cock, wrap her tender hand around it.

“My poor man, I’m sorry. It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just that I’m exhausted from our trip, and all that rich food and wine has made me drowsy. Can I offer a rain check? I don’t want to be anything but my best self for you. I’ll make it up to you tomorrow, I promise.”

Though disappointed, I wasn’t surprised. I gave her a light peck on the lips and said, “Of course, my love. We’ve got four glorious days.”

“Thank you my sweet. You’re wonderful,” she said in reply, and then she rolled over and fell asleep.

The next morning, I awoke to find her already up and in the shower. I practically sprinted to the bathroom in hopes of joining her, but as I came through the doorway the shower turned off, and she was stepping out to grab a towel.

She observed my hardening erection and gave me a pitiful smile. “Silly boy, you know I have to run to the spa. I’ve got a Pilates class followed by a long spa treatment. Have you forgotten it’s our spa day?”

I hadn’t forgotten. We had waited too long to book our appointments and were unable to reserve the same time. Her treatment was in the morning and mine was in the afternoon. We would meet for a quick lunch in between. Intimacy would have to wait.

I spent the morning relaxing by the pool and reading. A few couples came and went as I was there, but mostly I had the place to myself. That wasn’t unusual. Most guests were out wine tasting. Things would get busier around five when the wines were poured on the terrace.

I went back to the room before lunch and found myself in a state of high arousal. Changing out of my swimsuit, my cock immediately sprang to attention. I decided to take a shower before lunch, and as I let the warm water splash over me, I soaped my palm generously and wrapped it around my rock-hard member. I closed my eyes and began to stroke slowly, edging myself while imagining Kate being worked over by her therapist, her hands traveling slowly across Kate’s hips, down her legs, and back up the inside of her thighs.

I found myself caught up in this fantasy. The therapist, a slender, thirty-something bohemian with copious body art, pausing only briefly before continuing up Kate’s thighs until she reaches the top. She then tests, probing inward with her fingers until she reaches Kate’s bare lips. She pauses, and notes how they are engorged, and runs two fingers down her slit. The hoped-for moan is her signal. Slowly she leans down and gently kisses my wife.

I stopped, opened my eyes, and squeezed the base of my cock as hard as I could just before exploding. I waited until my body had calmed and gently resumed stroking. Each time I reached the precipice I backed off, edging myself over and over, picturing the scene in the treatment room, my wife cumming to this younger woman’s touch, their tongues dancing, their secret sealed between them.

I wanted desperately to cum, to spray my jism across the shower and splatter the far wall. All the pent-up sexual energy since we arrived had me in this state, but I wanted to save myself for later today, when we would be together. I slapped my cock hard and stopped my edging. I reached for Kate’s razor and carefully shaved my intimate parts, rinsed off, and stepped out of the shower to dress for lunch.

We met for lunch under a bright blue sky. Kate ordered a salad and I followed suit, wanting to save my calories for wine and dinner.

“How was your spa treatment?” I asked.

“It was amazing,” she replied, and immediately my shower fantasy came flooding back.

“Oh, tell me more about it,” I inquired enthusiastically. “What was your therapist like?”.

“She was on the older side, rather matronly, but really nice and very skilled.”

My fantasy was snuffed out.

The salads arrived, and with them two glasses of chardonnay. I heard more about her spa treatment as well as her exercise class. She wore the glow that a workout, a massage, some relaxation, and a leisurely lunch on a warm September day would bring to anyone. Kate wore it particularly well.

We ate slowly, savoring the day, until I realized that I needed to get to my own spa treatment. I told Kate the afternoon was hers as I had booked a double treatment.

I was just finishing my glass of wine when Jessica walked up to our table and greeted us warmly.

“How are you,” she smiled. “How was your spa treatment, Kate?”

“Wonderful,” Kate gushed.

“And you had a good morning too,” she asked me.

“Yes, very relaxing. I’m about to go for to my treatment.”

“That’s right,” Jessica responded, and turned to Kate. “So, what do you have planned while he’s at the spa?”

“Just relaxing,” Kate replied. “Maybe some reading and pool time.”

“Sounds nice to me,” said Jessica. “I just finished – I work half days on Fridays.”

“Hey, would you like to join me for a glass of wine?” Kate asked.

“That would be lovely. This one’s on the house. I’ll have them bring a special glass for each of us. It will be great to catch up.”

I rose and bid them farewell. “I’ll be back around five," I told Kate as I turned to walk away.

I checked in at the spa, changed, and waited for my therapist. A younger woman approached and called my name. I looked her over. She was a passable version of my fantasy – slender, pale skin, ink, and a bit of a hippie vibe.

“Hi, I’m Willow.”

Perfect.

Her hands felt great on my body and our conversation was a breath of fresh air. I had to work hard to fight off an erection, my overactive imagination getting the better of me, but after the session I felt wonderful. I relaxed by the trickling fountain and drank some herbal tea. I hadn’t booked a second session. I returned to the dressing room, put on my clothes, and grabbed my cell phone. I looked at my texts quickly and went back to the suite.

I opened the door gently and quietly stepped inside. The entry hall obscured me from the rest of the suite: a spacious sitting room with a large bedroom beyond. I closed the door with the slightest of clicks so as not to disturb, but it hardly mattered. From the bedroom I could hear the familiar sound of Kate’s moaning.

It appeared my plan had worked.

Kate wasn’t alone. I knew who was with her. Now it was simply a matter of letting things play out to see if my instincts were correct.

“Jess, oh my god, Jess…”

I could hear their mouths locked in a deep kiss. A moan escaped from Jessica. “You’re so beautiful,” she cooed. “Such a sexy woman.”

Another kiss, and a sharp grunt from Kate. Jessica must have found a sensitive spot, perhaps Kate’s clit. I ever so carefully moved into the sitting room and silently lowered myself into a chair. From this vantage, I could see their bodies entangled on the bed, but their heads were hidden from view, which meant I couldn’t be seen.

“And so sensual. A woman like you must attract lots of men. And women. How exciting.”

A soft, sharp cry escaped Kate’s lips as Jessica’s mouth found her nipple.

Jessica continued “It turns me on to think about it. Tell me about the last one.” Another sharp cry as she bit the other nipple.

So, my wife is a bit of a pain slut.

“Tell me a story. Tell me and I’ll make you cum.”

Kate’s response was in short gasps. “He was visiting on business. We met online. I went to his hotel. I was so nervous. So excited.”

Another kiss. “What did he look like?”

“So handsome. Tall, athletic, strong.”

“And his cock?”

“Big. Really big. And so hard. He was rough. He made me gag. My thong was soaked.”

“Condoms?”

“No. I only want skin on skin.”

“Where did he cum?”

“Inside me. He flooded me. A lot. He had been saving.”

“Mmmmm, that’s beautiful. You’re such a bad girl, aren’t you?”

“I like being bad,” I heard my wife say.

A sharp pain shot through my chest, my throat caught, and my belly tightened as I realized my suspicions were justified.

“Does he know?”

“No. I’m very careful. Like today. We have another hour at least. He’s in the spa. Fuck, I want to taste you!”

“Mmmmmm, me first,” came Jessica’s soft response. “After all, you’re the guest.”

Kate giggled, and her legs spread apart as Jessica adjusted her position. The soft sound of lips on skin was clearly audible as Jessica’ kisses trailed down her belly and settled in her nether region.

Jessica began to worship Kate with her mouth. Her hands grazed the inside of Kate’s thighs, causing Kate to open them even wider. I could see Jessica’s head lift and her thumbs peel Kate open. She lowered her nose and inhaled sharply. “You smell so good,” she sighed.

Her mouth dove onto Kate’s cunt again, and she alternated between gentle flicks of her tongue and aggressive sucking of my wife’s clit. Kate’s back arched and she reached for Jessica’s head, pushing her more strongly down on her mons.

“Oh, fuck, that feels amazing,” I heard her cry.

Jessica broke free, lifting her face back up toward Kate’s. As it disappeared from my view, I heard her say, “taste yourself, slut. See how sweet you taste.”

I could hear more deep kissing, and as their tongues danced and Kate’s juices mingled in their mouths, Jessica’s fingers found their way between the folds of Kate’s slit, sliding in until they were up to the knuckle. Kate let in a sharp breath, and Jessica paused, her buried deep.

Kate moaned softly. “Do you like that?” Jessica asked.

“God, yes. Please, fuck me, Jess.”

Jessica moved her two fingers in and out, slowly at first and then more violently. From my seat I could faintly hear the squishing of Kate’s sopping cavern. Her hips were lifting off the bed as if she were trying to press Jessica even further into her cunt. Her moans had turned to grunts. I knew Kate was close.

I had a decision to make. Should I grant my cheating wife her orgasm or make my move? Part of me wanted to punish her by denying her release, but I had other things in mind that would suffice. Besides, I was incredibly turned on, my emotions a swirl of hurt, anger, and intense arousal. I decided to let the scene play out a bit further.

I watched intently as Jessica’s fingering became even more frenzied, and Kate neared the crest of her hill. Suddenly, Jessica’s motions changed, and I could tell that her fingers had curled and that she was massaging Kate’s g spot with a come hither motion, while her thumb began to massage Kate’s clit.

Kate’s body began to tense. “Don’t stop,” she cried.

Jessica was looking directly at Kate. “Cum for me,” she breathed. “You’re a bad girl, and bad girls need to cum, don’t you? Let it all go. Don’t hold back. Cum. For. Me!”

Kate went rigid. A low, guttural growl emitted from her throat. It was a sound I’d never heard. Her body began to thrash about, and Jessica’s fingers were pushed out as a shower of fluid sprayed out of Kate all over Jessica’s arm and the bed. Jessica shoved her fingers back into Kate’s cunt and she was rewarded with another gush of cum.

Kate had lost control, and her body was convulsing spasmodically as Jessica slapped her pussy and smeared Kate’s sex fluid all over her belly and tits. I saw Jessica’s hand reach toward Kate’s face and heard fingers being shoved into mouth.

“That’s it, taste yourself. Such a bad girl. Such a good girl.”

The muffled sounds continued as Kate’s spasms gradually subsided. The sounds turned to kisses, and I decided it was time.

I strode into the bedroom and surveyed the scene up close. Their bodies were entwined, and their lips remained locked in embrace. The sight of these two beautiful women, the rumpled sheets, and the strong smell of sex were mesmerizing.

Jessica, expecting my presence, was the first to sense me, and she rolled away. Kate, still coming down from her private earthquake, was too caught up in the moment to realize I was there. I waited patiently.

Kate suddenly realized I was standing there. She froze and looked at me in shock. Her mouth opened but no words came out.

I pointed toward the doorway to the sitting room. “Out,” I said, my voice surprisingly calm despite my boiling emotions. She was frozen, her face bearing a look befitting a sinner unexpectedly caught amidst a flagrant act of betrayal.

“Out!” I repeated, more forcefully this time. “Go, sit in the other room. Do not leave.”

She began to say something, but I cut her off.

“Not a word. And don’t put a thing on. I want you there, where I was sitting. That chair, over there,” I pointed. “Naked, just like you are now.”

Kate remained frozen. I continued to point and fixed her with a withering glare. Finally, she began to rise, and ever so slowly she stood, still wobbly from her climax, and stumbled into the other room.

As she crossed through the doorway, she turned and shot one last, desperate glance at me.

“My turn,” I hissed.

I turned back to look at Jessica, who was lounging seductively on the bed. I took in the sight below me. She was indeed the attractive, sexy woman she appeared to be when fully clothed. Her body was taut, her tan skin accentuating her bikini lines. Her breasts were modest but full, with small areolas framing long, erect nipples. Above her shaved lips was a full bush. My cock, already hard, began to throb and strain against the confines of my shorts.

I slowly peeled off my shirt, dropped my shorts to the floor, and stepped out of my boxers. Jessica knelt before me and wrapped her hand around my turgid member. She moved to take it in her mouth, but I stopped her. Looking back to make sure that we were visible to Kate, I tipped up her mouth and leaned down for a kiss.

I planted my mouth on Jessica and softly brushed my lips against hers. I wanted this to last. It needed to be agony for Kate, and I wanted to savor every moment.

Soft, tender kisses gradually became deep and passionate. I knelt on the bed, facing Jessica, and she wrapped her arms around my neck in a loving embrace as our tongues found one another and that same sound I heard earlier carried forth to Kate’s ears.

With one hand behind Jessica’s head, I pulled her face even closer to mine as my other hand began to move down her body. My fingertips trailed down her neck, over her collarbone, and down her chest, tracing a path slowly across her breast, stopping to tease her nipple.

Jessica moaned into my mouth, and I playfully rolled the nipple between thumb and forefinger before resuming my path down her taut belly before moving behind her to trace the curve of her lower back and the firm cheeks of her ass. I continued to explore, lightly brushing down her thigh and then back up the inside until they reached their destination.

She was sopping wet. So ready.

But there was more to be explored. I brought my hand back up and framed her face, pulling away from our kissing and staring directly into her eyes.

“Suck my cock.” I took her hand and guided it to my member. “See how hard you have me?” She let out a little whimper, and I signaled her with a gentle push on the shoulder.

She lowered herself down until her face was directly in front of me. I looked down as she stared lovingly at it, her hand gently stroking, pre-cum leaking profusely onto her fingers. Without a sound she took me into her mouth.

The first sensation of wetness and warmth almost overwhelmed me, so aroused was I, and I nearly came right then. But I wasn’t about to let that happen. I pulled her off me and tipped her head up. Our eyes locked. “Slowly. I want this to last,” I directed.

She lowered her mouth onto me again and accepted me ever deeper, until my carefully shaved patch was pressed firmly against her nose. I held her there until I could feel her need for air. She came up with a gasp, saliva spilling out over her chin and down my balls and quickly shoved me deep down her throat again.

I looked over toward Kate. She was looking down.

“Look at us!” I barked. She didn’t raise her head. “I said look at us!” She raised her head and looked at me with sadness in her eyes. “Good. Watch. Don’t you dare look down again!”

I turned my attention back to my lover, who was face fucking herself, the familiar “ock, ock, ock” of cock hitting deep echoing off the walls. My god, this woman knows how to suck a cock, I thought. I grabbed her head and took control, thrusting my cock roughly, occasionally pulling out to let her catch her breath and looking over at Kate to make sure she could see it throbbing and glistening with Jessica’s saliva.

I pushed her back and spread her legs. I moved up between them, my cock jutting out and pointing toward her. I lowered it onto her slit and pressed down, moving the underside up and down, feeling it being moistened by the juice now seeping out of her hole. She pressed herself up as my cock teased the knub of her clit. I leaned in, kissed her deeply, and began to move my mouth down her body, trailing my tongue and planting little kisses down her chest, breasts, and belly.

I reached down and took each toe in turn into my mouth, sucking gently and looking directly into her eyes. My tongue started a long, slow, wet journey up the inside of one calf, across the knee and up the inside of her thigh until I was at the edge of her nether region. I planted kisses across the top of her thigh and across her lower belly, pausing to press my mouth into her bush, and moved back down to her other ankle, repeating the journey.

Jessica was moaning and squirming by the time I peeled her bare lips apart and began to savor her. I licked up and down each lip, flicked my tongue across her clit, and took it in my mouth, sucking gently while continuing to flick. Up and down, back and forth, darting my tongue into her slit, pushing her legs up to gain access to her starfish, pressing my tongue into the entrance to her ass, and back to her pussy, over and over again.

I took my time, feeling her responses become more urgent, finally releasing my mouth. I drooled generously down onto her clit and then began to rub it with two fingers. I could sense her first release building, and I increased the pressure, suddenly taking her into my mouth again and just as suddenly resuming my rubbing.

“That’s it, right there,” she cried out, and I began to rub more furiously until she came, her hips bucking. She let out a moan, and I continued to rub her, gently now, as she came down. I moved up to kiss her and placed myself at her entrance. I looked over at Kate to find her staring back, face twisted in agony, her lower lip caught between her teeth.

Our eyes remained locked as I slowly plunged myself into Jess’ pussy. Kate’s body went rigid as I drove down until our bodies were fully joined, and I was buried to the hilt.

From that point forward, Kate didn’t exist. The world contained only Jessica and me. The feeling of her warm, welcoming body accepting my manhood was so right. Consummating our relationship felt perfect, and perhaps inevitable. We moved as one, alternating between slow, sensual lovemaking and primal, frenzied fucking. Cries of passion, screams of ecstasy, and, finally, the moment when all my pent-up energy was ready to spill out.

She was on her back, and I was slamming into her furiously. She sensed I was close. I didn’t have to ask. Wrapping her legs tightly around me, she screamed out for the world to hear.

“Give it to me! Cum inside me!”

My cock swelled, she tightened her grip, and I cried out as the first jet shot forth into her womb. Spasm after spasm, frightening in their intensity, continued to flood her vessel with my precious gift. My climax triggered hers, and her nails tore into the flesh of my back as she shuddered beneath me.

I remained inside her, still hard, and planted tender kisses on her face. Gradually, we both came down from our high. I withdrew, surprisingly still fully erect. My cock was glistening with her juices, and small white globs of my essence.

I was once again aware of Kate. “Don’t move,” I said tenderly to Jessica. Getting up, I strode over to my wife. Standing in front of her, my cock still proud and glistening, I pointed back toward the bed.

“Go. You wanted to taste her. Now’s your chance. Go clean her up.”

Kate instinctively recoiled. I remained in place, my finger still pointing, as before.

“I said GO! She’s waiting.”

Something in my withering stare caused Kate to move. She slowly approached the bed, and I followed. She knelt between Jess’ spread legs. The first gob of white fluid was trickling out of her. Kate moved down with the practiced ease of someone experienced in these matters. She stuck out her tongue and lapped at Jess' pussy. I could hear the slurping sound of her sucking my cum out of my lover.

When she was finished, she didn’t need to be told. She moved up and hovered over Jess, who opened her mouth to accept her gift. They sealed the exchange with one more deep kiss before I ordered Kate back to her chair.

I casually strolled through the sitting room and grabbed a bottle of wine from the cooler, the corkscrew, and two glasses. I opened the bottle and poured the deep red wine into each glass. Walking back past Kate without so much as a glance, I handed one to Jessica and we sat side by side on the bed intended for Kate and me and shared the moment.

We fucked twice more and then dressed for dinner. I offered to order food to be delivered to Kate, but she simply shook her head. Jessica and I were driven into town in time for the reservation that I had made for Kate and I and enjoyed a romantic dinner.

When we returned to the inn, I asked Jessica to stay. We walked back into the suite. Kate was asleep on the bed. I walked in and woke her.

“You need to leave the bed. This belongs to Jess and me tonight.” I pointed to the floor, at the foot of the bed. “Here, or on the couch,” gesturing toward the sitting room. “Your choice.”

As Jessica nuzzled up to me, kissing my neck tenderly, at looked at Kate one last time.

“You can consider our marriage to be opened.”