We were in Tucson.  Or Austin.  Or anywhere; the locale didn’t matter.  I had a conference there, and she had some time off.  And together we had a king-sized bed in a very nice suite in a very nice hotel.

We got to town early in the afternoon on Sunday afternoon, and took in a few sites, spent some time in bed, then had dinner before going back to bed, where we got some exercise before finally going to sleep.

I had to attend meetings the next morning, and Rayna was going to stay poolside.  Mid-morning I got a text, telling me that she had met someone she was going to have lunch with.  I was on a brief break, so we texted for a few minutes.  The ‘someone’ was guy she met at the pool.  I knew the attraction of those long legs of hers, and only half-jokingly said that he was going to try to get her into bed. Rayna scoffed.

I checked in with Rayna when we started our lunch break.  Rayna told me that she had showered and changed. When I asked what she was wearing I learned it was a dress that I much favored, showing both the advantage of her legs and her breasts.  I repeated that he was going to try to get her into bed.  She sent me the eye-rolling emoji.  But as I thought about what she wearing to lunch with the man she met at the pool, I remembered a conversation we had while sharing fantasies.  One of hers was ending up in bed with a man only hours after meeting him.

Hmmm...

Half an hour later, Rayna texted me to say that it was a two-martini lunch.  And she told me that he was indeed trying to get her into bed, but that he wasn’t being pushy about it.  I responded with the big smiley emoji, and a note saying that he had good taste.

Just before my meeting started again, she texted again, saying, “He is still trying.  He’s invited me to his room.  I’m tempted….”  

I spent several minutes reading and re-reading the message, and wondering if Rayna was serious, if she was asking for permission, or if she was just sharing info.  Finally, as the afternoon speaker took the podium, I responded to her text: “You should take him to our room; you’ll have more control.”

Fifteen minutes later, I felt my phone buzz.  It was a picture of the door to our room, followed by a quick note: “If you say no, I’ll tell him no.  But otherwise….” 

I hemmed and hawed in my mind, and finally responded: “I’m in meetings until 5:00.”

She responded almost immediately with, “You didn’t say no.”

During our afternoon break, I texted the emoji of eyes looking to the side, my way of asking what was going on. A few minutes later she texted back. “We talked for a while, then we fooled around for a while.  We went down and got another drink, and just came back to the room.”

Fooled around.  Huh?  I wondered what that meant.  I wondered what was next.  Before I could formulate a response, she texted again.  “What are you feeling?”  

I thought for a minute, and responded honestly.  “I’m a little jealous.  I’m a little worried.  But mostly I’m turned on.” Then I texted, “What are YOU feeling?”  

Rayna responded quickly.  “A little guilty.  Probably I feel guilty about the fact that I really don’t feel guilty.  Mostly I’m turned on, too.”

The speaker was going back to the podium, so I quickly typed, “Stop feeling guilty.  Enjoy it.  Embrace it.  But remember that you’re sleeping with me tonight.”

The meeting ended a bit early.  I don’t remember what went on at the conference that afternoon; my mind was elsewhere.  I thought about going straight to the room, but didn’t want any sort of confrontation if he was there.  So, I stopped in the hotel bar and texted Rayna: “Meeting’s out; I’m in the bar.”  

Five minutes later, Rayna responded, “He’s leaving in five minutes or less.  If you want, I’ll get dressed and meet you in the bar.  But I’d rather you just come up.” 

I thought about it.  He was still there.  The bed was still hot with their sex.  She wanted me there minutes after he left.  “I’ll come to the room.”

I gave it six minutes, and then knocked on our door; she responded with a text: “Come in.”

The room-darkening shades weren’t closed, just the privacy sheers.  The room was bright and warm and smelled of sex.  Rayna was in bed, lying on her side, facing the door, the sheet draped over her waist, but not covering her breasts. 

I walked to the bed, then knelt so that my face was near hers.  “This is… awkward,” I said. 

She responded, “We can talk about it now or later.  Now is… now IS awkward.  We can talk, or… to quote you, you can embrace it, you can enjoy it.”  A pause. “I want you to come to bed.  I want you to take you clothes off while I watch, then come to bed.”   

I leaned in and gently kissed her on the lips, wondering whether the salty taste was from sweat or something else, then stood and slowly undressed.  When I was naked, Rayna kicked the sheet aside.  She was shiny with sweat, and as my eyes took in her body, I could see spots that were shinier still, and I knew that they were not from sweat. 

“Straddle me,” she commanded.  I did as she instructed.  “When he and I were ‘fooling around’ I wasn’t sure that I would….”  She paused.  “I wasn’t sure that I would fuck him.  But I was sure that we would do other things to please each other.  He slid his cock between my breasts….  He dripped, a lot.” 

She looked down, between her breasts.  “Taste it.  Clean my breasts.”

I didn’t hesitate and quickly discovered the difference between the taste of sweat and the taste of his cum.  

I didn’t leave a square inch uncleaned, and was about to move lower on her as she pushed me off of her, and onto my back. She then quickly straddled me, kissing me long, hard and deeply, then pulled away, and sliding forward, she straddled my face. 

“Did he come in you?” I asked. 

“He did.  Now make me come with your mouth.”

The mixture of her taste and his… and the knowledge that she was deliberately draining him into my mouth, inflamed me. I sucked, gently and hard, fast and slow, and I licked and penetrated her with my tongue, repeating as she ground against my face, until that familiar clench of her thighs told me that an orgasm was imminent, and then her passionate noises told me it had arrived. 

I gave her only moments to savor the sensation before again reversing our positions, pushing her onto her back, and then getting between her legs as I urgently pressed into her.  I had often joked that sex with Rayna was so hot that it was sometimes like a bull ride; could I last 8 seconds?  This time I suspect that I barely passed the eight-second mark before I came, shuddering with aftershocks for several minutes before I lay still.

I rolled to my side, both of us covered in sweat, hearts pounding and breathing hard.  After a few minutes, I simply said, “Wow!”

Rayna snuggled in, slowly caressing me, until her hand settled on my cock, stroking it as though encouraging me back to action.

“Time,” I rasped, “I need time.”  Just then her phone buzzed with an incoming text.

Smiling, I told Rayna it was her ‘other lover’ and encouraged her to check the message. 

Rayna looked, then chuckled.  “You’re right.  He wants to know if you are back in classes tomorrow, and if I’m interested in getting together again.” 

I let a half a minute go by before I asked, “Are you?”  

Rayna shifted onto her arm so she could look down at me. “How would you feel about having him join us for dinner tonight, so you two can meet?”

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To be continued....