Mark Smith - Hot wet wife

She was becoming, at last, the woman he had always wanted her to be.

Or so she thought.

"All right," Mavis Feschild began, surveying the eight people lounging in front of the fire in one of the larger rooms of the chalet. "This is our first session together. Well spend some time getting acquainted with one another. Nothing heavy, just a little talk to let each of you start emerging as a distinct individual in the mind of the others. That way we won't seem like strangers for long."

She paused to see what effect her words were having on the group. As far as she could tell, no one was particularly uptight, which was good for starters at least. But she knew that the first night was always the toughest. People were always still too close to what they had left behind; mortgages, car payments, kids, babysitters, things that inevitably needed to be broken down in order for the therapy to work.

"Why don't we begin by introducing ourselves to each other. First names only; I'll explain why later. And then tell us one thing about yourself. It can be a fact, like, 'I'm a zookeeper', or an attitude like 'I'm horny', or anything. There aren't any restrictions, but it's best to be truthful, since the one thing you say will be the way the others remember you and associate your name with your face. Okay? I'll start. I'm Mavis, and I like to drive fast cars. Now, who's next?"

There was a slight pause, then Jim spoke up.

"I'm Jim, and I like to fly fast airplanes."

"I'm Dick, and I like to play golf."

"I'm Alecia, and I like to fuck."

It was this last that really broke the ice. Everyone laughed. From now on it would be easier for the remainder of the group.

Merril hesitated, then decided to go ahead and speak up as well.

"I'm Merril, and I've never had an orgasm. But," she added with what she hoped was a confident smile, "I think that situation is about to end."

"I'm Larry, and I've always wanted to make love underwater."

There was a pause. Only three of them remained; one, a young girl of about twenty dressed in dirty jeans and an expensive blouse, finally spoke.

"I'm Sybil, and I'm a vegetarian."

Two people remained, a young couple. The husband was big and burly; Merril thought he looked like a truck driver, while the wife was young and attractive, though a little on the heavyset side. A real butterball, Merril decided. When she spoke, her voice was soft, with a Southern drawl.

"I'm Sue Ellen, and I don't know what I'm doing here."

"I'm Jason," her husband said, ignoring any tension his wife's comment might have caused. His voice was strange; it was much too cultured to fit the image of a redneck trucker that Merril had first categorized him as. "And I'm a slave to my erections."

Everyone laughed.

"All right, that was good," Mavis announced, smiling as she realized that tilts wasn't likely to be a difficult group.

"Now, just a few more things. I don't know exactly what you're expecting, but let me lay out the house rules and tell you a few things we try to accomplish here."

"First of all, no one has to do anything he or she doesn't want to do. If you want to spend the whole weekend reading a book, that's fine. But chances are, you wouldn't be here if that was all you were interested in."

"Secondly, it's important that you leave behind whatever kinds of things were bothering you at home before you came here today. The idea is that this is an opportunity for you to get away from all of that and just be yourself, and hopefully, improve yourself."

"Going along with this last is something which is most difficult, but which I hope you'll try to do. Leave behind your relationship with whoever you came here with; try to forget that someone here is your husband or your wife. If it turns out that you want to spend your time with that person, that's fine. But if you don't, well that's fine too. So don't be hurt if your spouse is with someone else; the idea of a weekend like this is that everything is out in the open. There's no secrecy or mistrust, and when it's all over the chances are excellent that your relationship will be better for whatever freedom's you exercise here. Okay?"

She looked around at the faces staring back at her. There was a small amount of uneasiness with a few of them, but nothing that would be insurmountable.

"Good. Now, there's hot buttered rum in the kitchen. I won't call all of us together again until tomorrow morning. One more thing; we ask that for the first night you limit yourself, if you decide to get into sexual situations, to one-on-one encounters. Tomorrow you can branch out if you want to. But remember, you don't have to do anything you don't feel like doing."

Two hot buttered rums later Merril was ready to make her move. She knew that what she was going to do would surprise a few people, but she didn't really care.

Hadn't Mavis said they could do anything they wanted to?

Well, she was going to take advantage of that offer.

As she looked around the room, she saw that people were slowly breaking off into pain. Dick, she was not surprised to find, was talking earnestly to Alecia. She had always suspected that his big fantasy involved making it with the blonde sexpot. In fact, even as she watched them, the two of them got up and wandered out of the room sipping contentedly on their drinks.

Elsewhere, Jason was engaged in a conversation with Mavis, while Jim was talking to Sybil, the vegetarian.

All of which left Sue Ellen, which was exactly the way that Merril wanted it. Taking a long pull off her drink, Merril stood up and began walking toward the woman with the engaging Southern accent.

This was going to be interesting.

As they walked into one of the bedrooms, Dick closed the door behind Alecia. He could already feel his cock getting hard at the prospect of what lay ahead of him.

He's going to ball Alecia.

How many times had he fantasized about doing just that? Too many to count, that was for certain. She was absolutely the most sensuous woman he had ever imagined, much lea actually seen.

And now he was going to get his dunce. She sat on the bed and looked up at him. "How do you think Merril's going to take this?" she asked, a smile on her face. Obviously, the question wasn't bothering her a great deal.

"Frankly, madam," Dick answered, raising his mug in a ceremonial toast, "I don't give a damn."

They both laughed.

There was a tension in the room, but it wasn't an uncomfortable one. Rather it was a feeling of nothing more or lee than sexual anticipation.

Dick liked it.

"Never guess what this place was deigned for, would you?" he said ironically, taking in the minors that hung over the huge bed and on most of the walls.

"Never," she agreed solemnly.

Then, as he watched her, he took another drink from her glass and set it on the floor. He leaned against a nearby desk, sensing that she was about to do something interesting.

"Is there any record player or anything in here?" she asked, a mischievous smile playing on her features.

He looked around, then nodded.

"Over there," he said, indicating a corner of the room.

She got up and moved with catlike grace until she was standing in front of the console. There were a number of albums to choose from, and after a few moments Dick heard the sound of heavy, earthy jazz coping from a number of speakers situated throughout the room.

"Know what I want to do?" Alecia asked mysteriously, still smiling as if she knew that what she wanted to do would be a big hit with Dick.

"What?"

"I've always wanted to dance for a man." She pawed, then added, "Naked."

Dick's cock jumped in his pants.

"Go ahead," he urged, his voice suddenly husky.

"I intend to," she said.