Mail-Order Bride
Copyright© 2009 by BoonDock
Chapter 44: Paradise Explored
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 44: Paradise Explored - Being lonely is a bitch. Rupert has been divorced for over a year and can't seem to manage the dating scene. His daughter pushes him into investigating a Russian Mail-Order Bride site and to his surprise, he is soon busy arranging for the visit of one of the woman he meets online. The story soon descends into a violent confrontation with the Russian Mafia.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic BiSexual Harem Polygamy/Polyamory First Slow Violence Prostitution Military
Once we were in the room, with the door firmly closed behind us, I fully expected to explore more fully the raging emotions that had erupted in the corridor. I should have known better, I was dealing with women of course, and what male can ever predict or explain their thought processes?
Daise and Alina dropped me like a hot potato and, with squeals of excitement, began to explore our room.
The first thing that they realised was that it was more like a suite or an apartment, with two bedrooms, two bathrooms including toilets, a kitchen and a small lounge. What really got them excited though, was the fact that all the exterior walls facing the lake opened up completely onto a balcony that ran along two sides of the building. There was an old-fashioned style bath, on claw feet and a magnificent view of the lake and surrounding bush.
"Rupert," Daise said in an decidedly seductive tone, do you think we could fit the three of us into that bath?"
"Well," I started, but was interrupted by Alina.
"I'll scrub your back?" Alina promised.
I conceded defeat gracefully.
The time in the bath didn't provide much relaxation, and in fact led to some rigorous exercise.
We had all three just finished showering when we got a call on the internal phone to remind us that Supper would be served in the lodge dining room. When I told Daise and Alina that we half an hour to get ready, they went into a full-tilt rush to get dressed and organised. I heard more than one muttered comment about how lucky males where, when I pulled on a clean set of jeans and a Golf-shirt and sat watching them get dressed.
I agreed wholeheartedly, watching them get dressed was a pleasure and a privilege...
When we got to the dining room, only slight later than we were supposed to, I was happy to see that the staff had really pushed out the boat.
We were greeted with enthusiasm and led into the lounge. The fragrance of Frangipani blossoms filled the room, blown in by a slight breeze from the tree growing just outside the window. Some of the flowers were mixed in with the arrangements dotted around the room on side tables.
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