Chapter 32: Confusion

For the next couple of days during the day, it was work as usual. Jackie was as good as ever at her job. We would meet for lunch and discuss not just work but plans for dinner and outings directly from work. After going out on our return Jackie would stay in the hotel room while I would go up to the exclusive spa area. The difference was those couple of days, I didn’t find Jackie sleeping naked in bed. She had her nose in the laptop reading her new favorite story and had reverted back to sleeping in her robe or pajamas. Yet, she never woke up in them, which was not unusual.

Those couple of nights I saw the Simpson sisters. Yet didn’t get a chance to apologize for the hickeys and scrapes and teeth marks that were visible on them. Their audition for the older couple, the Conti’s, had been a success. They had found a quiet place away from the hot tub to engage in a foursome. And while I had no problems with it I was not going to be the fifth.

Others also showed up on one night or the other. The Flores’s from Spain, a couple in their mid-forties, seemed right at home with the other guest on the roof being naked. Ms. Flores with her short stature and extra large breasts looked heavier than she was. She however could not take her eyes off of the four having sex. Her husband however was more interested in getting his wife into the steam room for a quick steamy fuck.

The Payne’s from Canada were completely different. They stayed very little time after Logan caught sight of the Simpsons screwing the Contis and the marks on Martha and Tyleen. He was a heavy guy in his thirties with an even heavier wife. I had no more gotten their first names when Logan had seen the foursome. He dragged Zoey, his wife, out of the hot tub. I was fairly sure they would complain to the hotel staff on the way out, but it wouldn’t make a bit of difference in the end.

So I split my time between the hot tub and the sauna, relaxing and considering some of the things Jackie had said days earlier. I also spent some time finding the story Jackie was reading and started reading it. I was flabbergasted when I realized it was an erotic story. I hadn’t considered Jackie the type. And the more I read the more intrigued I became with her selection. Plus what it said about her. Yet I didn’t let her know I had started reading it.

We spent all day Saturday at the Botanical Gardens walking around talking shop and the Karen situation. Other times we walked along in silence. I enjoyed having company as we strolled through the different areas of the greenhouse. I, also, brought up the story she was reading only to have her turn red and change the subject to whatever plant we were looking at. I asked her a couple of times if I would like it. Each time she said, “No it’s not really your kind of tale. Especially since it is not a picture book.”

I only grinned and said, “Funny,” each time she did.

After going to “Old Town” for dinner, we came back to the hotel. I stripped down and put a robe on planning to head to the sauna. I noticed, once again, Jackie was not preparing to go out, by either putting on her swimsuit, bikini, or just a towel wrapped around her with a robe on top. I saw the bruises on her breast and ass were starting to turn. I said, “Ok Jackie, enough hiding in here. Time for you to go with me.”

“But I’m still blotchy all over.” She argued.

“All the more reason to go,” I explained. “Hot water will open up your blood vessels and help the healing process go faster.”

“But people will see me,” She continued.

“So?” I asked.

“Anyone who sees me will know what I did. Look at where all the marks are. It will be obvious,” She answered.

“Well, you did it so you get to own it. Plus I don’t think anyone on the roof will care. And the only people you know up there will be the Simpson sisters and they won’t say anything,” I stated. I was sure the sisters would be the last to cast stones. Since they had many of the same marks.

Still negotiating, Jackie suggested, “Can we go really late. When we are sure no one is around. Like at 1:00am.”

“And what will we do until then?” I wondered. Only after I said it did I understand it could be taken the wrong way. And Jackie’s whole posture changed. I cleared up the misunderstanding before it became a problem. “Would you like to play some cards, watch a movie, or what? Besides burying your nose in that story you won’t talk to me about.”

“I could do a movie,” she answered.

“And curl up in my lap I presume?” I asked.

“I would ask first,” She said acting innocent.

“And when I say no. You’ll get in my lap no matter the consequence?” I wasn’t so much asked as stating a fact. “Which pretty much negates the asking.”

“I guess so but at least I know what I’m in for and can decide.” I couldn’t argue with her logic.

“Fine. A movie. And before you ask, you can sit in my lap with no consequences this time,” I capitulated. I found a movie called “Sleepwalker.” I then said, “Hey I don’t need the picture book it is available to rent.” Jackie went ghostly white at the possibility the movie was based on the story she was reading.

Jackie had gotten into her swimsuit before wrapping a robe around her. It was something I was kind of expecting. When she was ready, I used the remote to start the show. I patted my lap after I sat down. “Ok, you can get into what seems to be your favorite spot.” She happily assumed her usual position cuddled up against me. After wiggling her ass a couple of times to get my dick where it was the most comfortable for her. I grimaced and clenched my teeth as her ass scraped my soft robe on my maligned cock.

I could tell she was nervous when the movie started. She hadn’t seen, I didn’t get the show from one of the porn channels, or that it wasn’t x-rated. After five minutes she relaxed. It was clear it wasn’t in any way related to what she was reading. I tested her. Checking to see if she really had gotten the message about lying to me. “So is this based on your story? Because if it is I think I’ll skip reading it.”

There was a long pause. She tensed up again. I got the feeling she was weighing her options. She extended the pros and cons debate she must have been having saying, “What? ... What was your question?”

I repeated, “Is this based on your story? Because if it is I think I’ll skip reading it.”

After a moment more pause, I was proud of her, “No this is nothing like it.” I realized it was stupid to be proud of her for doing what was right and expected. But in the same breath, it would’ve been easy to say yes. Saving herself the embarrassment of having me find out what she was reading. And clearly enjoying a lot.

“Ok then,” I was very non-committal on whether I would pick up the story or not.

She was clearly not as impressed with the movie as the written tale. She was asleep in my lap a half hour into it. I, too, found it a bit confusing and was napping right along with her. I awoke during the credits and roused her. “Time to go.”

Her stretch reminded me of a feline after an afternoon nap, in the sun. She stretched out her body with both her arms over her head with the slightest groan. Then she moved first one arm back down and up then the other with a groan that could have been a purr. Gradually she extricated herself from me, but not without whining, “Do I have to go? I’d rather just get in bed. Wouldn’t you?”

I got the feeling, she had intentionally left the door wide open for me to walk through. “Well as long as we get just as sweaty in bed as we would in the sauna. I am all in. Hell, it might even be more fun.”

“You’re such a perv. And it would definitely be more fun.” She stated definitively.

Again I got to walk through the verbal door she had left open, “And the virgin would know this ... How?”

“Oh, shut up,” She said in a bit of a huff. “I’m going up.”

It was close to 1:00am when we got up to the Jacuzzi. Martha and Tyleen were still there in the twelve-person hot tub. They looked like they were recovering from another night of sex. I didn’t see the Conti’s but it didn’t mean they hadn’t been a part. Martha and Tyleen both were leaning back with their eyes closed, letting their large missile of breast float in the roiling water. The purple splotches were still evident on the mammaries as they were bounced and pushed around by the jets and bubbles.

They must have sensed me getting in and opened their eyes. I finished getting in and sat next to Tyleen. Jackie put her foot in looking as if she was unsure she wanted to be in the water with the two naked sisters. I didn’t know what the hesitation was all about but Tyleen used it as an opportunity to say, “You’re not getting in with that nice swimsuit on are you? You know it is just as bad for it as it is for your bikini.”

“Yes but, I don’t...” Jackie started.

“You don’t want anyone to see the marks you got at the auction. That is a silly reason to ruin a lovely swimsuit. It is not like we have not seen them or you naked. You are absolutely lovely even with them.” Raising her tits out of the water, the marks I had caused on her tits were made visible. “As you can see I have much the same markings though not as many.” Then standing up you could see the slight purple of Martha’s pussy lips. Pulling on the folds she said, “And you don’t have them here.”

Jackie’s eyes grew big, “How did that happen to you?”

“Oh, it is not just me. Tyleen has much the same look. And the how is, I like it rough sometimes. A lot rougher than Joe was doing the other night. I don’t think Joe is enough of a sadist to inflict the level of pain I usually like.” Martha said unflinchingly.

There was a shocked look when Jackie looked down at me and the women in the water. She sat on a dry spot at the edge of the active hot water. She stuck her legs in before asking, “You liked that kind of thing?”

Tyleen spoke up, “What spankings? Or my nipples or clit being crushed until it throbs. Of course, but up here a lot of the bindings and flogs can not be used. You can not tell me you don’t get a little wet and your nipples don’t start to itch in that good way when Joe spanks you?” Jackie’s face lost all its color at Tyleen mentioning her spankings. Tyleen saw it and said, “Oh everyone in the hotel has heard about the spanking you got a few weeks back. Am I right in assuming it wasn’t the first time or the last?”

Jackie suddenly got up and started walking away. She said as a way of an answer, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Martha made up for Tyleen’s overstepping, “OK, Tyleen is sorry she put you on the spot. That is between you and Joe.”

Jackie’s face had gone from ghostly white to beet red in two heartbeats. “Thanks.” She continued playing with a recliner getting its back adjusted to what she wanted.

Martha continued, as Tyleen realized she had stepped in it. “But you really should get into the warm water and soak. That is why you came up isn’t it.”

“I don’t know,” She looked confused her brain racing a hundred miles a minute. “Joe said I had to come with him.” She looked like she was trying to remember our earlier conversation in the room, while something else kept distracting her.

“What I know is I always use the hot tub after one of those sessions when I get fucked roughly. Especially, when I get ripped a new asshole while getting screwed there.” Martha looked straight at me. She was letting it be known I was the cause of her tender bunghole. “Like now.”

Tyleen once again put her foot in her mouth. “Yes, Joe did a number on my asshole, too, the other night. But God would I like to do it again. The spanking and everything.”

Jackie was, now, holding something in. Her eyes said as much. Martha, always the older sister, said, “Maybe I need to get Tyleen drunk. She tends not to put her foot in her mouth as much, then.” In a calm reassuring voice, she added, “Jackie come on in. I know that is likely why Joe had you come up. And you should probably lose the suit. But if you feel the need to keep it on. No one here will mind. But I’ll admit I do like that sexy body of yours without clothes. And I would hate for you to ruin the suit that looks so good on that body.”

From the lounger, demurely Jackie said, “Thanks.” Without really thinking about it she added, “I liked yours, too.” I believe she understood what her slip said. It was not that she liked it now but she had liked it in the past. And that she was likely talking about when she was eating the older woman. She tried playing it off with, “I think you’re right I probably should soak a while.”