Mickey and Kate Ch. 07 by imaging
Discover the passionate twists in 'Mickey and Kate Ch. 07'! Dive into this tantalizing erotic sex story filled with temptation, chemistry, and unforgettable moments. Join Mickey and Kate on their steamy journey of desire and romance. Read now for an unforgettable escape!<br/>
They fucked every day for the next three months. Often twice a day. The only break in their streak happened on a Thursday when Mickey spent a long night at the hospital with a dying wife and a grieving husband.
They fucked twice that Friday.
It was somewhere around that break that there was a slight change in the routine. From the day they got home from Jamaica until that long night at the hospital, every session included a recap of what they had heard, seen, and done on the patio. They remembered and relived every second, every impulse, and every image that they had stored in their respective memories. And with each passing week, they admitted a little more to themselves and each other how much it turned them on. With time, the words and phrases began to change. “Remember when he…?” and “Did you see her…?” and “I wonder what they…?” began to shift.
“What if they were peeking at us… like we had been looking at them the night before?” Kate’s question came in short bursts.
Micky was pounding her from behind, as she stood at the foot of their bed, leaning over just like she had that night on the patio. Mickey’s dick felt as long as it did that night, as they fucked their way through their memory. Her off-script question caught him off guard. t!
“What?” he grunted, slowing his pace slightly. “What do you mean?”
Kate slid off of his dick and spun to sit on the bed. She took his cock into her hand and began to stroke it. Her thick juices provided a perfect lubricant. She stared at it as she spoke.
“Just imagine them over there,” she jerked her head toward the corner. “Just like we were, peeking, watching you do that to me.”
Mickey glanced involuntarily past the overstuffed chair, imagining the patio layout. He looked at his wife, focused on his cock, her hair tussled, her breasts swaying as she jerked him closer to an orgasm.
“Would you have done that? Would you have stroked me like that while they watched?”
Kate opened her mouth and took him as deep as he ever remembered being, then she closed her lips and slowly sucked her way back to the tip. His purple head popped out from between her lips and she simply smiled at him
For two solid weeks, they fantasized together about what might have happened if they had been seen, or if Kate had been braver that day on the beach when she wanted to touch herself.
Later, their fantasies moved to new locations.
“Can you imagine them now?” he asked?
Mickey was pumping his dick deep into his wife’s wet cunt, her legs spread wide, her hands on his ass coaxing him deeper. Her big tits squeezed between them. Missionary position could be so underrated.
“Where?” She gasped.
“Outside the window.” His reply was rhythmic, matching his thrusts. “Three of them. Their view is perfect, seeing my cock spread you wide.”
He could feel her pussy clench around his cock as she came at the thought of being that exposed to three strangers. He was quick to follow, filling her with another load.
As they planned their return to Jamaica the following year, the fantasies continued to grow: Kate wearing sexy clothes in public. Kate exposed “accidentally”. Kate touching herself while someone looked. Mickey fucking Kate with an audience – sometimes seen, sometimes hidden.
By the time they boarded the jet the following year, the sexual anticipation was nearly at a boiling point. Mickey seriously considered what it might take to get her into the small bathroom on the plane to fuck her somewhere over the ocean. His better judgment prevailed.
“So when do I get to see?” Kate snuggled close wrapping her arm around his after the flight attendant finished the safety demonstration.
“See what?” Mickey did a poor job of acting like he didn’t understand the question.
“The stuff in that other suitcase.” Kate leaned in and lowered her voice as she spoke. “I’m going crazy trying to figure out what you have in there. I know it’s something fun. And naughty.” She dropped her voice even more.
“You have to be patient just a little longer.” He smiled.
The flight, arrival, and trip to the hotel went flawlessly. Mickey was even able to arrange to get the same room they had the year before. After the porter left, he went to the patio to open the large gate that gave them the view of the beach. It had occurred to them at some point over the year that they hadn’t taken advantage of that feature during their first visit.
Kate was stepping out of the restroom when he walked back inside.
“That’s nice,” she smiled. “Such a perfect view!”
“It’s not as good as this one,” Mickey said as he crossed the room toward her. And he wasn’t exaggerating. Kate looked beautiful, even in her simple travel clothes; light tan pants and a deep blue blouse that brought out her eyes. Her makeup was simple, but she didn’t need much. Her light brown hair was stylish, fairly short, and swept away from her face. He was a lucky man.
“You’re going to make me blush.” She protested lightly.
“Hopefully more than that before we’re done.”
“Promises, promises!” She wrapped her arms over his shoulders and met him with a passionate kiss.
“Careful,” he teased. “Someone might see us!”
He pulled his wife close, tugging at her slim waist, slipping a tongue between her lips, and enjoying the sensation of her full breasts pushing into his chest.
“I thought you wanted that,” Kate whispered. She could feel his hardening shaft pressing against her pubic bone.
“I do. Ready for me to open that suitcase?”
“Yes,” she squealed.
“Go into the bathroom and take off your clothes. I have something for you to put on for the hot tub”
“Aww,” she pretended to pout. “I was hoping that we were going to the fun beach.”
“We will,” he promised, “but right now I want you all to myself. Now go take your clothes off.”
It was subtle. But there was something about the way he uttered that last phrase that sent a chill through Kate as she stepped back into the bathroom. Or maybe it was just the fact that they were only a few feet away from the spot where they heard and watched another husband tell his wife what to do. Whatever it was, it caused her heart to race as she unbuttoned her blouse, revealing the sexy blue bra she had bought specifically for the trip. She caught a glimpse of it in the mirror as she bent over to pull her pants down her legs. She was reminded of her hopeful expectations for the week. That caused her heart to find another gear and sent a pulse through her pussy.
There was a quick rap on the door before it cracked open and Mickey’s hand and wrist appeared, holding a delicately wrapped package. He shook it, as though he needed to get her attention.
She tore at the paper quickly, excited to see what Mickey might have planned. A bit of fabric tumbled through her fingers and hit the floor. She looked at the tiny fragment of black and quickly realized what it was. She dug a finger into the packet and pulled out the other piece: two tiny triangles held together by simple bits of black string. She knew immediately that they wouldn’t be big enough to cover her breasts properly, but if this was what Mickey wanted she was certainly game.