Chapter 9

We still had the curtains closed because the morning sun was too bright and shone directly into the room because of where the room was situated and the time of year. But I could see the daylight pushing through the little gaps, changing the feel of the room.

Emma was asleep on her side, the sheet loosely over her shoulder. I peeked at the digital clock. A little after nine. Okay, we were allowed to be a little decadent.

I thought about last night. Her reaction to the butt plug was way stronger than I expected. I hadn’t anticipated her being so enthusiastic about it. It’s often an acquired taste, acquired slowly over time. But not for her. She was all in. Once again she surprised me.

I smiled at the thought that had popped into my head. Part of me couldn’t wait to get back home and tell my friend Andy, “You remember when you tried to talk me out of marrying her, because she was a prude? Well, listen to this, smart guy.” And then I’d detail all the things she did with me so enthusiastically just in the first few days.

Of course I wouldn’t do that, not for real. This was between Emma and me, but I did so want to say to him ‘I told you so’. I’m sure he’d figure it out when he saw me walking around with that stupid grin on my face and my tongue hanging out of my mouth.

And having thought about that, I realized that I had again woken up with morning wood. You’d think that after what she did to me last night I’d take a day off, but no, Mr. Stiffy had a mind of his own.

But first, nature calls. I slipped out of bed as quietly as I could and went into the bathroom, leaving the door half-closed so the light didn’t hit her on the bed.

I peed and sat there for a short time reviewing last night. Then I reviewed it again because the first time was so entertaining. That was going to be one to keep accessible in the Kenny Archives for future reference.

I ran the water in the sink and brushed my teeth. I spent a little extra time on it, thinking about my dentist with a dental mirror in my mouth, shaking his head. Dentists have no sense of balance for exigent circumstances.

I rinsed my mouth, and decided that since I was here I should take a shower. So I ran the water, holding my hand under it until it warmed sufficiently, and the door opened.

“Morning,” she said. “Umm, listen, we never talked about this so I don’t know if you have strong feelings about it, but I need to pee. Like right now. Would it bother you if I use the toilet? I hate doing it on the balcony.”

Christ, she’s got a sense of humor even in the morning! “No, it doesn’t bother me, go ahead. I’m going to take a shower.”

I stepped in and left her to take care of business. The water felt good, and I soaped up.

“I’ll get your back,” she said as she stepped into the shower. She took the soap from my hand and got her hands soapy, then rubbed up and down my back It felt good, knowing that it was her doing the rubbing.

“You sleep okay?” she asked as she soaped her hands again.

“Like a rock, out before the last word left my mouth. I wonder why?”

“Dunno, must be due to clean living. Hold on, I need to make sure this is all hygienic.”

She grabbed the cheeks of my ass and fondled them. It had nothing to do with washing, even though she had soap on her hands, she was copping a feel. I heard her soap up again, then she reached underneath and ran her slippery hand over my balls.

“Oh, you sneaky little bitch. Don’t start something you don’t intend to finish.”

“Just getting you clean. You never know when there might be a surprise inspection. You wouldn’t want to get a demerit.”

“You’re right, what was I thinking. Each of us might be subject to surprise inspections. You might get a demerit, too, so I’ll have to check you out.”

Then the devious vixen extended a finger and slid it into my ass, and I jumped.

“Okay, that’s it, gimme that soap, I’m going to clean every orifice on your body, bitch.”

I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her in close and stuck my tongue down her throat.

I ran the hand with the soap over her hips and the parts of her butt I could reach, then brought it around front and soaped her pubis. I felt her breath suck mine out of my body. I pulled away.

“Just making sure you’re clean everywhere. Cleanliness is important.”

She was breathing fast and couldn’t answer because I was running my soapy fingers from her clit down her slit and into her pussy, pressing hard.

“Almost done here, just need to polish this. Parts that are shiny impress the inspectors.” I rubbed the soap around her clit and then, with the tips of my fingers, burnished her clit until she was gasping and choked out “Stop, too sensitive.”

“Looks good. Shiny. Definite checkmark during inspection. Turn around, hug the wall.”

Geez, look at that. I really loved her body. I soaped my hands and scrubbed her back, pausing every so often to kiss it. Then, just to tease her, I ran my soapy hands up and down her thighs until she was whimpering.

“Just one more area to finish up.” I soaped up and put both hands on one fabulous cheek of the beautiful ass and ran my hands all over it. Then I did it to the other cheek. By this time she was moaning. I soaped up really well this time and washed the crack of her ass all the way down and slipped two fingers into her cunt, sliding them in and out.

“It takes time to get it clean, you know,” I told her conversationally. “Some people just never spend enough time here and you know where that leads, I don’t have to tell you. You think it’s clean enough yet?

She choked out, “Yes, it’s clean now.”

“Okay, one last thing. Here we go.” With soapy fingers, I pushed my middle finger into her butt and heard “Fuuuuuck” echo off the shower tiles. Better make sure. I added my index finger and pushed them both slowly into her ass, several times. I twisted them for good measure. She choked out a sound.

“Well, I think we’re done. Want me to check your toes?”

“I will kick you in the teeth, I swear. No toes.”

I pulled her around to face me. “I really like showering with you. You’re lots of fun.”

“Thanks. Why are you poking me?”

“Oh. That. Can’t imagine where that came from.

“Are you going to go to breakfast with that sticking out?” She reached out a finger and ran it along my dick.

“What are my options?”

“I could turn the shower to ‘Cold’.”

“No, I don’t think so, that’s only a temporary fix, it’ll be back as soon as it warms up. What else?”

“Kenny, you know I love doing it with you. But I don’t think I want to go to the dining room with your ... stuff leaking out of me. Did you bring any condoms?”

“With everything I brought, that was one thing I forgot to pack. Actually, what you’re doing feels really nice. I’ve never gotten a handjob from you. Even when we were dating. No matter how many times I begged. I think you owe me.”

“Maybe law school isn’t a good choice for you after all. All right, I’ll give you a handjob while you rethink your career options. Think highly remunerative. Turn around, face away from me. Where’s the soap? Oh, got it.”

She reached around with both hands and grabbed my dick, twisting with the lower hand and stroking with the upper one. Where did she learn this stuff? She must’ve taken notes while she was watching porn with her girlfriends. This felt seriously good. She had the head of my dick lightly in her fist and was sliding her hand over it.

She took her left hand away but kept stroking with her right. Then I felt her slippery hand between my legs fondling and squeezing my balls. Her right hand was moving faster now, stroking the length of my dick, and it had me choking. She had shifted right, leaning under my arm so she could see what was happening.

“Oh, fuck, baby, yes, keep doing that.” She added a twist to her right hand and I was almost there, which I told her by saying, “Yes, yes, yes.”

I was beginning to think that deep down there might be just a touch of control freak in Emma, hidden down under the sweetness. She liked making me wait, then getting me off on her schedule.

I was hanging on the edge, urging her to go just a little faster, just a little harder, when she pushed a soapy finger into my ass again.

I jumped and started to yell at her, but it was too late. The finger had pushed me over the cliff and I started shooting ropes of cum over the tiles and the tub floor. She was staring at it, fascinated.

It was taking all my focus to remain standing, while Emma kept pumping her hand up and down.

When I could take no more, I gasped, “Stop, please, too much. Oh, fuck, baby.”

She wasn’t stroking it anymore, but was holding it in her hand, squeezing it. She pulled the finger out of my butt. Very slowly. Perhaps a little bit of a sadist, too.

“Well, I’m all clean,” she said cheerfully, “I’m going to get dressed. See you soon.”

I took the shower spray and rinsed the cum off the tiles where I could see it, and then the jizz on the floor of the tub into the drain.

While I did that, I started thinking of fun ways to pay her back. Hmmm, maybe the special surprise. It might be time.

She was pretty much dressed when I got out, still toweling my body dry. She smiled pleasantly at me as she brushed her hair into order. I put on clean boxers and found a clean shirt, too. She was waiting as I tied my shoes. “I’m hungry,” she told me, “hurry up.”

I was all done, so I followed her out and we took the elevator down. “Let’s think about what to do today. We should try something we’ve never done, maybe. Let’s figure that out.” Okay, that sounded like a plan, we can do that.

There was no line at the breakfast dining room, everyone else in the hotel apparently early risers. There were, however, some stragglers still in the dining room, finishing breakfast. Plenty of tables to choose from.

I was trying to pick out where I wanted to sit when I heard a faint, “Emma! Emma, over here!”

I followed the sound of the voice and saw a woman waving frantically, seated next to, I presumed, her husband.

I looked at Emma with a raised eyebrow. “That’s Karen, from the spa, the third of the Three Musketeers. That must be her husband. Do we join them?” she asked me. I shrugged, so she set off in her direction, with me tagging along behind.

It must be a woman thing. I don’t recall any of my male acquaintances doing that cheek-kiss thing. They were already engaged in a dialog, so I looked around Emma and caught the guy’s eye.

I extended a hand. “Morning. I’m Kenny Walsh, Emma’s husband.”

He had a pleasant look about him, some intelligence there too, and a good smile. “Hi, Kenny. I’m Frank DeLuca. I’m Karen’s indentured servant now.”

“Ah. Someone else who’s figured out the rules early. Emma has promised to whip me into shape.”

He asked if we’d like to join them for breakfast. It looked like that decision had already been made for me, so I said yes. It was a four-top so there weren’t that many seating options. I chose an empty chair. Emma and Karen were still standing, wrapped up in their conversation.

As I sat down and got settled, I had my first chance to look at Karen, who Emma had described as a “party girl”. I don’t think the description was quite right, more a way of defining the prior experience of Karen and Barb, and Amy’s complete lack of experience. Karen was fairly tall, taller than Emma, trim with nice legs. Her hair was blonde, as was Barb’s, but I thought Karen’s was natural, unlike Barb’s. Karen had a nice butt – not that I would notice such a thing, now being a married man – and a good-sized chest. And just for a second, I speculated about what it looked like uncovered.

Frank and I made small talk, as our respective wives were still deep in conversation. Frank was an attorney, mostly real estate law. It didn’t sound that interesting to me, but he seemed to like it. They were from a city about two hours from here. He and Karen had been going out for a number of years, off and on as jobs and school had moved them around. When they reconnected the last time, they’d moved in together and finally decided, what the hell, let’s just get married.

He told the story like it was a shared tale, one they cherished. Of the three couples Emma had met in the spa, this was the only one where I felt they were really meant to be together. They seemed to enjoy each other – they’d give each other glances and smiles across the table – and I was suddenly encouraged for the institution of marriage. The previous two couples were not a good advertisement in favor of it.