July 4th at The Sagamore - Part 2

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After a family breakfast, our second day at The Sagamore sees Marie and I going our separate ways for half the day. She joins my mother and sister for a day at the spa. The men are invited, of course, but we abstain. I'm not averse to a good massage, of course, but I can't imagine spending more than thirty minutes immersed in such a thing, let alone the four hours of treatments and sauna time they have scheduled.

Instead, I join my father and brother-in-law Wes for a round of golf at the Sagamore Golf Course. It opened in 1928 and has been immaculately maintained over the following century and features breathtaking views of the Adirondacks and Lake George. Part of me wishes that Marie was with me - she's not as bad at golf as she claims to be - but I understand the value of her hanging out with my mother and sister.

There's talk of Marie on the golf course, though. My father and Wes express how much they like her and I confirm that I intend on asking her to marry me in the next handful of months. I'm thinking of a fall proposal, if you're curious, perhaps doing so at The Sagamore right when the leaves have changed to their brightest and most beautiful hues of yellow and orange.

I play fairly well, though Wes and my father both beat me. They play more than I do so it makes sense, but I can't help the sense of frustration that courses through me, especially at losing to Wes. I'm not sure why, but I very much like beating him at golf, perhaps because it frustrates him to such a degree that he can barely contain himself. Thankfully, he's a good sport when he wins, offering no more than a gentle ribbing. We all have a beer together afterwards and then make our way back to the hotel.

I find Marie sitting on our room's balcony in a soft white robe. She has a book in her hand, though when she sees me she folds down the corner of the page and sets it on the small wrought iron table next to her chair.

"How was golf?" she asks.

Her skin is soft and dewy and the soft waves of her hair look especially shiny. I assume that my timing is rather perfect, that she just returned from the spa, thus the general look of bliss that seems to encompass the whole of her body.

"Good," I reply before sitting in the empty chair on the balcony. "I played well, though I lost to both of them."

She reaches over and rubs my knee. "Sorry, baby. I know how much you enjoy beating Wes."

I smile at her. "I really do. I'm not entirely sure why, even, but I really do."

"Well, for what it's worth, Claire says that Wes feels a little bit jealous of you. You'll have to keep that to yourself, of course, since I don't think she meant for you to hear it, but you know I can't keep anything from you."

"Jealous?"

"You're younger. Better looking. You have a good job that will someday become a great job. You're actually more athletic than he is, even if you rarely beat him at golf. Claire didn't say any of this, of course - and it's perhaps unkind of me to say it - but I’d also add that your girlfriend is better looking and sexier than his wife."

She was being playful. I could see the smile on her face and then she bit her lower lip as her look turned to something decidedly flirty.

"Of course, I'd be willing to bet that Wes wouldn't enjoy it if Claire had a thing for fooling around with other men," Marie says softly.

She loosens the cloth belt that keeps her robe shut and opens it enough to show off her cleavage. Then she parts her legs and runs her fingers up the soft skin of her thighs. She closes her eyes and moans, and while I can't see her pussy I can see quite clearly that her fingers are moving in slow circles and that she's almost certainly masturbating.

"You're very different from Wes in that way," Marie adds before once more biting her lower lip. "I suppose, though, that you're different from most men in that one very particular way."

"I am," I admit. "And I think you might be different from most women in that you're into my fantasy."

She looks at me. "Our fantasy. Our reality, I suppose."

I lean towards her, reach out, and run my fingers up her thigh. She moves her hand away and I enter her, sliding between her labia and into her wetness with ease.

"You're soaked," I say.

Marie looks at me her lips curl into a telltale smile. "I was a naughty girl."

"When? How?"

She stands and pushes the robe from her shoulders. It falls to the chair and I stare at her naked body. Her eyes are alive with lust and I hold my breath as I wait for her next move.

Marie steps towards me, bends over, and kisses me. Softly at first, but then deeper. Much deeper. Her tongue probing in my mouth, brushing against my teeth, and drawing my cock into a fully erect state in the process.

"Yours isn't the only cock I sucked today," she whispers.

She woke me up with a blowjob. I can still feel her lips around my cock, her fingers teasing my balls. I can still see her head bobbing up and down, her cheeks sucked in as she provides the kind of pleasure that makes me erupt in her mouth.

"Who did you suck off?" I ask.

Marie stands and takes my hand. We go back into our room. She undresses me as I feel the heat emanating from her body. I stare at her lips. I think of her having sucked Tommy's cock last night. I think of the times I've watched her give blowjobs, of the way her lips look so perfect wrapped around another man's cock. I think of the times she's given blowjobs without my presence, of how she's free to suck cock if she wants, how she takes advantage of that freedom with some frequency.

We kiss once I'm naked. My cock presses against her stomach until Marie's fingers encircle it. "I couldn't help myself," she says. "I wasn't going to, but he was so sexy and the way he touched me...well, I just couldn't help myself, Derek."

She's slowly doling out the information. I think of the time she came home from a night out with her girlfriends. She'd had a lot to drink and she came into the apartment wearing the brightest smile I'd ever seen. She kissed me deeply that night and asked, "Can you taste his cum?" It was the quickest I'd ever gotten hard. Slowly but surely Marie had shared the story of the guy she'd met at the bar, fooled around with, and blown in an Uber on the drive back to our apartment. The driver had apparently asked for a blowjob, too, though she'd declined before bounding upstairs and letting herself in to share her naughty news with me.

"Who was touching you?" I ask.

Marie kisses my neck, my chest, my stomach, and falls to her knees. She kisses my thighs. My cock brushes against her face. She kisses my balls. She kisses the base of my shaft. I think she's going to take me in her mouth, but she doesn't.

"I got a massage at the spa," she says from her knees while rubbing her thumb over the underside of my cock head. "A tall, gorgeous man walked in the room wearing a tight polo shirt. I looked up and he smiled like he was gazing upon a goddess. I returned the smile and from that moment the massage took on a decidedly erotic tone. I had my panties on under the towel, but halfway through I lowered them and tossed them aside."

I want so desperately to be in her mouth, but all Marie offers is a kiss on the head of my cock. I think of her lying on a massage table and slowly peeling off her panties as a handsome masseur watches and wonders if he's going to get lucky. I imagine her moaning as he rubs her and doing so because Marie likes to tease, to drive men wild, to flaunt her sexuality when the occasion calls for it.

"A little later I tossed aside that towel they give you to drape over your ass," she says. "I told him that he'd seen everything anyway. He moved to my feet after that. His strong hands moved up my oiled calves and the backs of my thighs."

Marie stands, spins me around, and pushes me into the bed. I lie face down and her fingers move up the backs of my calves and thighs.

"His fingers rubbed all the way to that spot where my ass meets my thighs," she says while her fingers move to that same spot on my legs. "I moaned when he touched me there and he pulled his fingers back, doing so along my inner thighs, Derek. My pussy was on fire at that point. I seriously considered telling him to get naked and mount me. I probably would have if I had a condom handy. I didn't, though, so I flipped over."

Marie pulls on my left thigh and I roll onto my back. She stands at the foot of the bed and masturbates while playing with her tits. She's staring right at me as she does it and the look on her face is one of pure pleasure.

"He looked surprised," she says. "Stunned, even. His eyes roamed over my body, Derek. He stared at my tits, at my stomach, at my pussy." Her hands move over her body as she describes his gaze. "He stared at my pussy for a few seconds, which is when I noticed the bulge in his shorts. He wanted me. He was hard for me."

Marie runs her hands up my legs, moving at a deliberate pace until they rest on either side of my cock.

"He oiled his hands and rubbed my legs. I closed my eyes and moaned when he got close to my pussy. I wanted to see if he'd play with it, Derek, if he'd be bold enough to slip a finger into me, to rub my clit, to give me the happy ending he must have known I wanted."

My cock is hard as a rock. There's a big drop of precum at the tip. It glistens in the light streaming through the sliding glass door.

"His thumbs brushed against my pussy lips first. I sucked in a sharp breath and moaned. He rubbed my clit next. It was just for a moment, but an electric shock of pleasure moved through my body. I stayed still, but I wanted to sit up, to kiss him, to free his cock, to oil him up, to take him inside me, to let him fuck me until we were both screaming in pleasure."

"Fuck...Marie...that's so hot," I say.

She smiles. "Yeah? You know I wouldn't do it, but is it hot to think of him fucking me unprotected? To think of his slick, oiled up cock sliding deep into my pussy and fucking me until he buried every inch of it in me and emptied his balls inside me?"

Right at that moment she takes my cock in her hand, collects the precum from the tip, and uses it as lube to stroke me. I can't respond to her question because I'm so turned on, because her hand feels so good, because I'm actually quite close to cumming.

"I like it when you can answer my question without saying a word," she says before releasing my cock. Marie crawls into the bed, bends over, and kisses my thighs. Her lips move to my stomach. She kisses one side of my shaft and then moves to the other. She kisses my balls, too, and then licks her way from the base to the tip before flicking her tongue back and forth for a few seconds. I shudder in pleasure because my girlfriend has me in a state of such intense arousal that I can't think straight.

"Eventually, after teasing me for a few minutes, he was bold enough to move to the side of the massage table and slip two fingers into my pussy," she says.

Marie moves to the side and crawls forward until her pussy is close enough to my elbow that I can feel the heat emanating from it. I direct my fingers inside her as I think of her masseur doing the same thing.

"Just like that," she says. "He fingered me just like that. Then he used his thumb to play with my clit."

I rub her clit with my thumb and look at my beautiful girlfriend's face as it contorts in pleasure. I admire the view of her breasts from below, of how full and perky they are. I think of them in my mouth, of flicking my tongue back and forth over her nipple, of her fingers moving through my hair.

"He finger fucked me with one hand and massaged my breasts with the other," she says. "His touch...his hands...Derek, he was a magician. It was perfect. I was so turned on I could feel it throughout my whole body."

She grasps her breasts and closes her eyes. She fondles herself while I finger her and rub her clit. Her thighs begin to tremble and I wonder if she's on the verge of an orgasm.

Marie sits back and my fingers fall from her pussy. She takes my hand and a moment later she's sucking her juices from my fingers.

"Did you that for him?" I ask.

She nods and says, "After he made me cum. I sucked my juices off his fingers...then I told him to get naked and trade places with me."

Marie moves between my legs once more. She takes my cock in her hand and strokes it while playing with my balls.

"I told him that I wanted to give him a generous tip for having offered me an incredible massage," she says. "I told him that he'd have to be professional, though, and make sure that he didn't tell anyone about the girl that sucked his dick during a massage."

For a moment I consider that the guy is definitely going to tell someone. I don't really care, though, especially since it will probably just be a buddy of his since he knows he'd get fired if a manager found out he did anything untoward with a guest. Then all thoughts leave my mind as Marie takes my cock in her mouth.

"Oh, fuck," I say.

Her hand moves up and down in time with her lips. My cock is soon coated in her saliva and the blowjob is noisy. I imagine her giving the masseur the exact same pleasure. I imagine her blowing me in this manner because she wants to recreate what she did for him. I close my eyes and I see a handsome, naked man on a massage table. I see my girlfriend between his legs with her lips and fingers around his cock. I see her head bobbing up and down as she pleasures him.

Then the blowjob is over. Not the pleasure, though. Marie straddles me. She takes me inside her. She leans down and kisses me. Her lips are wet with saliva and the kiss is delightfully sloppy.

Her pussy is hot and wet. It swallows my cock with ease and she rocks her hips back and forth, bathing me in the pleasure of her body while her lips move over my neck, suck on my earlobe, and eventually find their way to mine for a kiss.

"He came quickly," she says. "He blew a huge load in my mouth. Way bigger than the one you blew this morning. It must have been a long time since he'd last cum. I took it all, Derek. I was a good girl and I took it all. I swallowed every drop of it. I swallowed for him...and for you, baby. I know how much you love it when I swallow other men's cum."

She begins to ride me.

"Though I have to confess that it would have been nice to be able to share it with you."

"I would have enjoyed that," I say.

"I know. You dirty boy."

Marie sits up, presses her hands into my chest, and rides me. Her breasts bounce wondrously and I alternate between staring at them and watching her face. I know she's turned on and I want her to cum with me.

She's getting close. I can see it. Then, to my surprise and delight, Marie guides two of her fingers into my mouth. I close my lips around them and suck as she rides me faster.

"Mmm, fuck...suck for me, baby," she says. "Fuck...that looks so fucking hot."

I lose myself in the strange pleasure of her fingers invading my mouth and in the dirty talk that followed. I close my eyes and cum inside her. Marie grinds on my crotch and joins me in cumming, all while I continue to suck on her fingers.

Eventually she slows her hips, pulls her fingers from my mouth, and falls forward until her head rests in the crook of my neck. All I hear is the combined sound of our heavy breathing. All I feel is pleasure of the most intense variety, which slowly gives way to a sense of deep satisfaction.

"I love you, Marie," I whisper.

"I love you too, Derek. More than you can possibly know."

I hold her close as I feel some of my cum leak out of her. For some reason I'm tempted to ask her to sit on my face. The notion fades quickly, but I file it away for future consideration when I'm thinking with a slightly clearer head.