Chapter 12

I don’t know what woke me, perhaps an internal alarm, but I knew it was morning, though not what time. I turned my head to glance at the bedside clock – a little after nine – and saw her sleeping next me, which made me smile all over again.

That’s a night to remember, for sure. That big mechanical wonder, Andre The Giant, working its magic in her pussy and her cumming so many times, then my dick – my dick! – getting to fuck that amazing ass. Which, apparently, she liked. A lot. Well, so did I. A lot. And maybe I’d get to do it again sometime soon.

Damn, this woman is so full of surprises, always examining her boundaries, testing them, adjusting them, figuring out what she liked. And letting me participate in the process.

I started thinking about coffee, which led me into a contemplation of breakfast, which made me realize that I could probably use a shower and should brush my teeth. Geez, coffee was such a simple idea, and look what it’s led to. I mentally shrugged, then got up and went into the bathroom.

I took a whiz, brushed my teeth while the shower warmed up, and then stepped under the water. My body, though rested, still carried some of the weariness caused by last night’s marathon.

A burden I would happily bear, again and again.

I was surprised when the shower door opened and Emma stepped in. “Well, the morning is looking brighter already,” I told her.

“You may need to get your vision checked. I need to get under the water immediately,” she declared.

We awkwardly switched places without falling down, and she scrubbed herself while trying to keep her hair dry. I just watched her and thought about the last couple of days. She was ... adventurous, and I really admired her for it. Some women who’d been brought up in more relaxed home settings with fewer rules would be less open to trying new things, so I had lucked out, big time.

She was turned away from me now and I got to admire her ass again. I couldn’t see the gape, and I wondered how long it took to relax back to its normal closed position. I’d have to take notes next time.

She turned around, the soap in her hand. “You all clean? Did you reach everywhere? I’d better check, I’ve been seeing some disturbing lapses recently.” She reached out and grabbed my dick. Shameless. I’d have to remember to admonish her later. Or not. It was feeling pretty good right now, despite how hard I’d used it last night.

She got her hands soapy and washed my cock and my balls, and then reached underneath and stuck one soapy finger into my ass. “That’s for last night,” she said by way of explanation.

“Yeah. Last night. Last night was the most unbelievable wet dream come to life I’ve ever had. We didn’t talk after, but just so’s you know, I felt like you drew my soul out of my body, I came so hard. It was amazing, baby. Thank you.”

She smiled while she fondled my dick and looked at me. “We should probably talk more about it later, but let’s get dressed and find something to eat, okay?”

“Sure, but if you keep stroking my cock like that for much longer you’re going to have to take another shower. Just so you know.”

She stuck her tongue out at me and stepped out of the shower. With no more excuse to keep me there, I turned off the water and joined her. She was wrapped in a towel and already headed out to get dressed.

She didn’t jump into the topic of last night, so I presumed she’d bring it up later. She clearly hadn’t forgotten it, and if I read her correctly, hadn’t hated it either. So I focused on breakfast and followed her down to the breakfast dining room. And I still hadn’t figured out why they had a separate dining area just for breakfast.

It was about half full, and we were seated promptly. I thought I’d just take the breakfast buffet rather than ordering something from the kitchen, and she agreed. We filled our plates according to our tastes and seated ourselves again. I dived in, feeling famished, but she ate more lazily. There was a buzz of conversation around us that filled the room, though we had some empty larger tables closest to us.

I was working on a piece of toast with jam when she said conversationally, “I was so ... depleted when we finished last night that I was sure I would be unconscious in seconds. I lay there with my eyes closed and my brain wouldn’t turn itself off. It kept replaying bits of those last couple of hours back.

“And, separated from the overwhelming sensations, I was able to analyze it better. What I felt, what I had thought I was going to feel, how it made me feel. Are you okay with me talking about this now, here?”

“I guess so, as long as we don’t have people eavesdropping on us,” I said.

“Right. So, two things worth talking over, I guess. The first one was that ... that bulldozer you stuck in me. I was scared of that one, because it was so big I was afraid it’d hurt me, make me bleed or bruise me or something. And it was a little awkward going in, it stretched me uncomfortably. When I thought about it later, I think it might have just been that I was so tense that I couldn’t relax and let it in.”

I told her that I’d unconsciously already given it a name, Andre The Giant, and she smiled at that.

“That works, though I still like The Incredible Hulk.

“Anyway, once it was in and I realized that I wasn’t really in pain or anything, I did relax a bit. It just felt odd because it was so big and it wasn’t doing anything.

“And then, you turned it on. And I was saying to myself, “What the fuck? That’s just plain weird.” But as I was talking to myself, telling myself how weird this was, it started giving me these new feelings that were very erotic, like I had two dicks in my pussy, each doing its own thing and, to tell the truth, I was kinda enjoying it, ‘cause it was different.

“I think I could have gotten off eventually just like that, where it was, but you moved it. And then that thing found exactly the right spot and was pressing all the right buttons and I took off like a rocket. Well, you were there, you heard me. And when I came down I was out of breath and ready to wind down.

“Except it was grinding away in the same place and before I knew it I was cumming again, just as hard as the first time. And again. And again after that. Kenny ... Kenny, it was intense and it just wiped me out, and after the third one I was a little afraid of another because they were so ... exhausting, something like that. I don’t think I could have taken too many more. I mean, they were wonderful, but too much maybe.

“Thank God you took it out then, ‘cause I don’t think I would have had enough hand control to do it myself. And when it was out, I realized how sensitive my pussy was, like it was overstimulated.”

She paused and lifted her coffee cup, finding it was empty. “I’m going to have another. You want?” I told her I would, and she got up, taking both cups. The way she got up told me that she wanted to do it herself, perhaps to gather her thoughts.

She brought back the coffee and got settled, rearranging the plates in front of her.

“So the upshot is, it was a little scary – still is – but really powerful. I was amazed at how hard I got off. And how many times. The next time ... well, maybe the next time I’ll try it by myself so I can understand it better, control it somehow.”

She cleared her throat and took a sip of coffee.

“So. Second item.” She looked around to make sure no one had inadvertently been seated near us while she was talking, and that there were no serving staff nearby.

“Second item. Things in butts. Also scary. You were right, I do, much to my surprise, get off with a finger in my ass. I’d never thought I’d like it. But that’s why we try things that frighten us, to make sure. And I also wouldn’t have thought that the vibrator in my butt would make me cum so hard. But it did.

“But even with those two data points, I was still scared of a dick in my ass, I think because those irrational fears build on themselves. When my girlfriends had first started discussing it, ‘cause we’d seen it in pornos and it looked so weird and uncomfortable, we thought it would be painful and that the girls were just faking pleasure for the scene. And one of my girlfriends had actually let her boyfriend do it to her and she said it hurt for days. But he didn’t use any lube.

“Anyway, all those irrational fears have been lurking in the back of my head since I was fourteen, and they all came out last night. I was terrified of it, but I wanted so desperately to get to sleep that I said okay, just so it would be over with.”

She drained her coffee cup, and scooped up the last of the fruit cup. Then she turned to me and leaned in closer.

“I knew it would hurt as soon as you pushed into me. Except it didn’t. It felt a little odd, but not unlike the vibrator. And after a bit I think I started to relax a little, and then it felt like it was bordering on feeling better, so I asked you to go a little faster. And then it started to feel good. Really nice. Arousing, in fact.

“I was getting all these pulses and all of a sudden I knew that it had to be harder, you had to push in harder. And you did, and damn! I mean, wow, it felt like my whole butt was vibrating with electricity, and then before I knew it I had this huge orgasm that just shook me all over. It was amazing. It felt different than orgasms I get from your dick inside my pussy or your tongue on my clit, but just as good.”

She stopped and shook her head.

“We are so filled with preconceptions and fears that they color our lives, our responses. And there’s another one kicked out with the trash. Granted, it still feels a little strange and uncomfortable, but we’ll figure it out. I’ve got a lot to think about. You done?”

And just like that, she’d said what needed saying, and she was moving on with her day.

I put our room number on the check and we walked out. She went on, “I’ve been thinking about yesterday. No, not that, about the archery. I was surprised how satisfying that was, like I was fitting in a missing piece that I should have completed when I was twelve at summer camp. So I think I’d like to do that every morning for the rest of the time we’re here. Maybe I can get better at it before we leave.

“You’re welcome to come, too, if it’s something you’d enjoy doing. Or do something else, I don’t mind, but I want to do this.”

I thought about it. It had been fun, but I didn’t think it’d be fun on the second or third day. So I said I’d find something else to do for an hour and we could meet for lunch. I was secretly pleased with her, examining the bits of her life that she was unhappy with and finding a way to improve them.

We took a walk after breakfast and talked until it was time for her to play Robin Hood, and she went off. I really didn’t know what I wanted to do, but I was close to the lake so I thought perhaps something aquatic. In the end I took out a canoe alone and paddled around until I wore myself out.

And so our stay progressed through the remainder of the days. Emma wound up being pretty good at archery (or so she told me). We tried other things as well – horseback riding, we took out a sailboat once and were so bad at it that we laughed ourselves into a state of collapse, we even tried shuffleboard like some old married couple on a cruise.

And two or three times a day we fucked, trying every weird position we could think of just to say we’d done that. Once she told me she’d dropped a twenty-dollar bill and that the wind had blown it behind a row of tall hedges fronting a building. When we got behind them to look for it, she pushed me up against the building and gave me a blowjob as people were walking by. I came in her mouth, but it took every bit of my self-control to keep from shouting out loud.

When the last day of our stay arrived, we were both a little sad that we had to leave. In many ways it had been a tacky place, but we had enjoyed the anonymity of it, almost unnoticed in the masses of similar couples. We packed our bags, and called a bellhop to help us to our car. I paid the bill and grimaced as I did so; this was going to take a while to pay off on my credit card.

We spent most of the drive home talking about the things that we’d have to take care of when we got there. Address and name changes on various bills and services, rearranging closets for her clothes, and so on.

We were actually moving into the house I’d grown up in. My father had taken a buyout from his company several years back and, combined with his pension, it had enabled them to move to Phoenix, a warmer climate they’d dreamed about for some time. They were initially going to rent the house out for added income, but asked me if I wanted to buy it.

The terms they offered were better than favorable, and they priced it below market value, so I got a very good deal. I got a mortgage through a local bank and the monthly payments wouldn’t kill me.

It was a small place, and had been a bit cramped when I was growing up there, but it was perfect for two. It needed very little to make it more modern, and once I’d done that it was very comfortable. That’s where I’d been living when I’d met Emma, and now she would, too.

So our new life began. I was back at work the day after we got home, and got a lot of ‘congrats’ from my co-workers, as well as a lot of leering, elbow-in-the-ribs questions about how things had gone on the honeymoon. But after two days, it was old news and the questions stopped.

I did talk to my friend Andy after we’d got back. He called to welcome me home, and of course the conversation bent around to how things had gone on the honeymoon. I think that he was surprised and a little disappointed to hear that his dire predictions hadn’t come to pass and, without going into details, that I was clearly better than happy with the sex part of it. In the end he told me that he was glad for me, and I knew he meant it.

Emma told me her mother had called the first day I’d gone back to work. It was nominally to welcome her home, but the conversation was led inexorably around to the ‘marital relations’ part of the time away. She wanted details. All of them.

But Emma had changed, and refused to talk about it with her. “It’s between Kenny and me,” she told her. It’s no one else’s business. “But I’m your mother!” was her response.

I kinda wished I could have been listening on the extension. It would have been the first time, I think, that Emma had said no to her mother, ever. From what she’d told me, her mother was sputtering, almost speechless. I laughed when she recounted the conversation, and Emma sat with a satisfied smile on her face.