Rex Gordon - Menage a quatre - 36 Hours of Pleasure

He was going harder, breathing harder, pumping harder, and she was pumping her ass back at him, joining him in movement, seeking their mutual pleasure.

"Do it, do it," she said.

"Yes," he said, pumping ever harder, going deeply into her touching the wall that separated the new cavity of pleasure from the old.

"Oh!" she went, and this time it was not from pain.

"Yes," he said. "Yes. Yes. Yes. I’m coming."

"Me too, yes. I'm … yessss. Yes, I am."

The pleasure came from everyplace inside her: pussy and ass, inside her brain and stomach and even at the very surface of her flesh. Her flesh, her pussy, her ass. It was all tingling. "Yesssss, I'm come, come, come … inggg."

"Yes," he said, and he gripped his arms tightly around her middle, holding himself inside her, as he emptied his come into the totally new cavity.

"That was so bad, it was goooood," she moaned, breathing hard.

"Yes. It was so bad it was good," he said, repeating her words.

He held her for a long time, leaning over her back, kissing her neck and shoulders and trying to stay inside her, but at last, he slipped away.

"I love you, Judy."

***

Not many totally useless secretaries got a check for four weeks pay and ten hundred dollar bills in the envelope with their pink slip, Brandon thought. He was popping through the Internet, trying to find a direct flight from Philadelphia or New York, but only BWI near Washington had a direct flight to Paris with an open seat in the next few days.

He was on his way there now, but he was not sure Leslie would be glad to see him, so he decided not to call.

When he reached her, he would try to make up for everything he had done or denied her. He would be a good husband like Rick, not the satyr he had been over the period of their marriage.

He would take time with her, he would bring her along slowly, and he would try to teacher her what love and making love was all about. If they were lucky, they might be able to develop a relationship like Rick and Judy.

***

Judy was something special, Rick thought, as they stood together, facing each other and washing each other in the spray of the shower. It seemed that every moment they had together was a moment of pleasure.

They fought, of course, as so many couples did, but the things they fought about were petty compared to the pleasure their love and companionship, and their fights had brought on even better sex.

He smiled and kissed her gently on the lips, and she responded by taking her soapy hand and gripping it around his cock.

"You are so very special," she said.

"You are too," he said, as he slid his lips away from hers.

"Leslie will be back in the morning," she said.

"Good. We'll have all night together."

"Are you sure I'm enough for you now?"

"More than enough," he said.

"How about the little chambermaid?"

"What little chambermaid?"

"The hotel manager told me about you and her."

"I-" He looked away from her.

"It's okay. You let me fuck Armand," she said, smiling.

"I mean, the maid, she offered it to me on a silver platter."

Even as they spoke, she was beginning to move her hand back and forth over the shaft of his cock. "As a matter of fact, it's more than okay," Judy said.

He looked at her, and he seemed confused.

"The manager suggested that you and I go to her office tonight and discuss it," Judy said.

"Discuss what? I have nothing to discuss with the manager."

"You're so cute when you're embarrassed. Apparently, you made quite an impression on both of them."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Of course you do," Judy said.

She kissed him gently, but she slid her soapy body against his.

"You're ready again? So soon?" he said.

"Not yet," she said. "We've got unfinished business with the hotel."

"Are we in trouble?"

"I hope not."

"I don't understand why we're doing this. I feel like I'm some high school kid who's been called to the principal's office in the middle of the night," Rick said, as they stood in the elevator. They were both wearing terry cloth bathrobes, neither of which was sexy.

"I want you to know that no matter what this woman tells me, it's all right," Judy said, as she watched the digital numbers high in the elevator.

"Look, I confess, I did make it with the maid, but I told you that already. You must have pressed the wrong button, this is the basement."

"It's where her office is," Judy said. "So, you made it with the maid. Did you make love to her?"

"No. I fucked her."

Judy looked at him for a moment. Then she stepped off the elevator. Sometimes he made love to her, sometimes he fucked her, and sometimes he did both. Sometimes, when he said he was fucking her, he seemed to her that he loved her the most.

They walked from the elevator to the hotel office and Judy pushed inside. Colette, the manager of the hotel, looked up from some papers that were in front of her. Her long blonde hair was piled on her head and knotted in the back, and through her small, gold frame glasses, she glared at Rick.

"Ah, yes, Monsieur and Madame Haines. Close the door please," she said.

Colette rose from behind her desk, and Judy smiled to herself, because she knew how disconcerted Rick already was about the whole business.

"Sit down, please."

Rick lowered himself to his chair, his eyes never leaving Colette's.

"Just what extra amenities do you think this hotel offers," she said, and she stood over him as if she were an actual high school principal he feared.

"It's, uh, a very nice hotel," Rick said.

Judy covered her smile with her fingers.

"Well, monsieur, do you think the hotel is a brothel?"

"No, of course not."

"Do you think the chambermaids are yours for the taking."

"No, I-"

"But you took one, did you not? You took her while she was on duty?"

"I-"

"Silence! Do you think you should pay extra for such amenities? The girl's wages for a day perhaps?"

"Of course not, but I think-"

"Mrs. Haines, does your husband act like this at every European hotel he visits?"

"This is the first European hotel we've ever been to." Judy was almost laughing now, but Rick was too petrified to notice.

"Suppose that in payment for your indiscretion I were to take your wife?" Collette said.

"What do you mean, take my wife?"

Judy might be petrified now except that she and Colette had pre-planned every move before Judy returned to their room from the bistro.

"Take off your robe, Mrs. Haines."

Judy forced the smile away her lips and she looked into the stern eyes of the attractive hotel manager. For just a moment, she was as frightened as Rick was; but that lasted only until she saw the slight twist of a smile on Colette's lips.

As she rose from her chair, she untied her robe and let it hang open down the front, and she felt the preparatory wetness ooze at her pussy. She knew what she was in for – maybe what both she and Rick were in for – and she wanted it. She had sex with Leslie, but it was the tentative sex of two inexperienced women, and she knew this would be different.

"Your wife is quite lovely, you know," Colette said.

"I, uh, I know. I don't think that this-"

"Silence!" She held Rick's gaze for a long moment. Then she glanced the full length of Judy's body and she leered. "Nice. Very nice."

Judy was trembling with excitement. She was not looking at Rick, but from the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of his hard cock as it poked through the slit of his bathrobe. This French bitch was turning him on and Judy loved it.