MIckey and Kate Ch. 12

"Is this seat taken?"

Kate woke from her daydream and looked up to see the woman who had startled her.

"No, help yourself," she said as she squinted into the sun. The woman was only a silhouette until she sat in the seat Mickey had occupied only a few minutes ago.

Kate's heart nearly stopped when she recognized her new table guest.

"I'm Jane. We never had a chance to formally introduce ourselves last night." The woman's smile was broad and friendly. And she waited patiently, salting her eggs, for Kate's response.

"Um, Kate. Sorry. I'm Kate." Her cheeks were flushed as she managed a simple introduction.

"It's nice to meet you," Jane replied, toying with a piece of bacon. She studied her new friend briefly before adding, "Would it be more comfortable for you if I ate somewhere else?"

"No," Kate protested. "That would be silly. There's no need for that. In fact, I should be going. My husband just left for the golf course, and I was just enjoying the morning. I can get out of your way."

She began to reach for her bag.

"Oh, I hate to hear that," Jane said. "I was looking forward to the company. My husband doesn't play golf, but someone told him about some tennis courts not far from here. He'll be gone all morning. Besides, I was kind of hoping we might have a chance to talk. I was surprised to see you here, honestly. And when I did, I thought, 'Leave her alone, she doesn't want to be bothered, but then I thought, "What's the worst that can happen? Maybe we'll hit it off. Or maybe she'll run away from me, but we won't know unless we try.' Right? So here I am."

Jane's words tumbled out of her like coffee beans spilling across a countertop. There was something disarming about her. She was beautiful. Shoulder-length brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. An angular face with cheekbones that looked like they had been sculpted, green eyes, a hint of freckles, and a long, lithe body that could have belonged to a dancer.

"I guess I can stay for a few minutes." Kate grasped for something to talk about. "So where are you from? Is this your first time here?"

"Pennsylvania. Bucks County. And this is our third time here. You?"

"Vermont. And it's our third time, too." Kate knew that it was her turn to fuel the conversation, but Jane carried on for her.

"We normally come earlier in the year, so that's probably why we haven't met. We've made some great friends here in the past, but they all come down in the spring." Jane sipped her mimosa, then shrugged. "So I guess we'll just make some new friends this time!" she said with a smile.

Again, all those real estate sales seminars about small talk and building rapport were failing Kate now. She couldn't make herself think of a single thing to say. She didn't need to worry. Jane was more than capable of filling the silence.

"And it looks like you two know how to have a good time!" she continued with a conspiratorial grin. My husband spotted you the minute we walked into the place last night. That's why I had to come and 'say hello' on the dance floor."

Kate felt her pulse quicken as she remembered the woman's hands cupping her breasts last night.

"And when I saw you in the bathroom, I hoped you might stay a little longer."

The knot in Kate's throat tightened. "Um, yeah," she stumbled. "It... uh... looked like you were having fun."

She had gone into the restroom to compose herself after being fondled by the three strangers. She was frightened at how aroused they had made her. Had the song lasted any longer, she probably would have been thrown out of the club. As she groped the three men, she was surprised to find one with an open fly, but rather than pull away when she felt his warm skin, she tugged it gently and - to her delight - felt it respond to her touch. She was trying to release it when the song ended and she suddenly felt very exposed.

She knew the bathroom would give her a safe space to button up, breathe deeply, and reset herself before finding Mickey. Instead, as she turned into an open stall, she was met with the sight of her new tablemate, seated on the toilet, with a man's dick in her mouth. It was the muscular Hispanic man, and his wife was on her knees with her face in Jane's crotch. She stopped sucking long enough to turn and smile and Kate.

"I'll share," she said, pointing the erect member at Kate.

The man smiled and his wife turned around long enough to see who was there before she went back to work on Jane's pussy.

Kate's brain screamed for her to run, but her feet - and her eyes - had no intention of leaving. She was surprised at her reaction to the scene. She had never considered another woman, even when she and Mickey read about such encounters in the erotica they had discovered. She envied the woman in the middle; her blouse open, breasts exposed, legs spread wide, giving pleasure to a man while others could openly stare at her. She thought of the men who had stared at her, and the two at the beach who witnessed her most depraved act yet, and her pussy throbbed.

She was surprised by the jolt that suddenly surged from her pussy to the rest of her body until she realized that her own hand had pulled her skirt up so that she could touch herself. Both Jane and the man focused on her groin, and she thrust herself toward them. The man extended his hand, and as he did, his wife turned on her knees, beginning to face Kate.

Just that quickly she snapped out of her state and spun on her heel, tugging her skirt into place and pulling a button closed as she rushed through the bathroom door to find her husband.

Kate realized Jane was still talking.

"We eventually wound up at their place at that new hotel. They were fun, but I really liked it better back at the club. What can I say? I like an audience," she giggled. She stopped talking, but the silence lasted only a second before she leaned across the table, grinning.

"So, tell me, other than black guys mauling you on the dance floor and watching people fuck in bathrooms, what are you into?"

Kate laughed out loud. "You know what, Jane? If I let myself. I think I could really like you."

Jane looked insulted. "What...?"

Kate interrupted her with a wave of her hand. "That sounded terrible, and that's not what I mean. Let me explain."

Kate shared her story for the next ten minutes--everything except Mickey's profession.

"So we're kind of feeling our way through things."

"Literally," Jane interrupted with a smile.

Kate laughed. "Want to go somewhere more comfortable?"

"Are you trying to seduce me," Jane asked with a grin. "Cuz it's totally working."

Kate felt herself blush. "No!" She shook her head. "I was just thinking that maybe we'd be more comfortable somewhere a little more private. Our room? We have a hot tub."

"Yet you say you're not trying to seduce me," Jane raised her eyebrows. "I'm teasing, of course. And a hot tub sounds great!"

Ten minutes later, Kate stepped out of her bathroom to see Jane already in the tub. She was only mildly surprised to see that she was naked.

"A bathing suit? Really?" Jane asked. "I hope you're not wearing that for my sake. I mean, you look great in it, but... You're on vacation!"

Kate paused for a second before reaching behind her back and pulling the string, letting the small top fall away. She immediately felt self-conscious.

"Wow. I knew they would be amazing! You are beautiful!"

"Thank you," Kate blushed as she slipped into the warm water.

"God, I wish I had big boobs," Jane said as she mindlessly covered her firm tits with her open hands as she spoke. "I mean, they just look better, right? And clothes look better when they're filled in, don't you think? And, I don't know, I've always thought that bigger tits must be more sensitive. Is that true? I mean, my nipples are super sensitive, but I met this girl on a cruise who had tits like yours. Big and full and fucking gorgeous and she would come just from having them touched. I mean not right, away, you know, but with just a little attention. Are yours like that?"

The silence almost surprised Kate and it took a beat for her to realize that she had just been asked a question.

"Um, I don't know. They're sensitive, but I don't think just touching them would be enough to get me there."

"Are you bi?" Jane asked as she studied her long body under the water.

"Bi?" Kate asked. She knew what she meant, but she was taken aback by the question.

"Girls. Are you into girls? I'm not trying to hit on you," Jane shrugged. "Just curious."

"Um, no. I like, you know, um... just normal stuff. Guys. You know."

She was frustrated at how difficult it was to respond to Jane. Something about her made her tense and a little nervous. But she liked her even though she couldn't quite identify the way she made her feel.

"Normal, huh?" Jane grinned. "Strangers touching you, showing off those amazing tits on the dancefloor. Pushing that pussy right at me last night. I like your definition of normal," she laughed.

There was something disarming about Jane. She was so frank, but at the same time, there was a lightness to her. Kate had to keep herself from staring at her. Even though she didn't know exactly what she was looking for, she found it hard to turn away. The woman was beautiful, and her eyes captivated Kate. There was an expression that fell across her face now and then as she looked at Kate that made Kate's muscles tighten and nearly took her breath away. If she didn't know better, she might have thought that she was infatuated with another woman.

"So, what do you say?" Jane paused. Only then did Kate realize that she had never stopped speaking.

"Um." Kate had no idea what she was talking about.

"Never mind," Jane said as she stood and made her way to the tub steps. "I'm thirsty so I'm going to order them. If you don't want any, that's just more for me! Be right back!"

Kate watched as she moved across the patio and into the room. The woman had the balance and grace of a dancer. Her limbs were lean and toned, and gravity held no sway over her. She spent a minute on the phone before walking - naked - to the front door of the suite, then returned to the tub.

"I think a pitcher of Mimosas is just what the doctor ordered! They'll be here in a few minutes. Don't worry, I charged them my room," Jane said as she dropped into the water across from Kate. "Now, tell me more about being normal. I especially need some details on the way you normally fuck a black man on a picnic table while strangers watch!"

"It still seems unreal," Kate admitted. "That's not like me. Well, not like I usually am."

"What isn't? The black guy, or the audience?

"None of it. We're very 'normal' at home. Just me and Mickey in our bedroom. But here we get to go a little wild I guess. What about you? Do you do this at home?

Jane nodded. "Yeah, we do. I've sort of been a wild child all my life. Life's too short, and all that. I met Nicky at a party and we just clicked. He was into the same stuff. In fact, I fucked him and his date before I even knew his name. The next time I saw him he was with a different girl. We exchanged numbers that night and have been together ever since. That was 15 years ago. You?"

"Oh, wow! No," Kate shook her head. "Our story is completely different, like I told you."

"So the driver was your first. Other than your husband."

Kate nodded.

"That's fucking hot! Are you going to look for somebody when you get back to the States?"

"Oh no. Absolutely not." Kate shook her head. "This is where we come for that kind of thing."

"Well, I'll just tell you, once you start, it's hard to stop."

"Hello?"

The voice came from deep inside the room.

"Out here," Jane yelled. "In the hot tub."

Kate waited for her friend to cover up or try to slide deeper into the water. But she actually stood as a black porter, carrying a tray with a pitcher and two glasses stepped out into the sunlight.

"Miss Jane!" he smiled broadly. "I didn't know you were here this week."

Jane squealed at the sight of the man, then leaned across the edge of the tub to hug him after he set the tray on the ledge.

"Sorry, I got you all wet. Am I going to be able to see you this week?" she smiled.

"Oh, no. I am sorry. I cannot," the man said as he lifted his left hand into the air, displaying a wedding band."

"Look," Jane matched his gesture, "I have one, too!" She grinned impishly as she flirted with the man.

"Yes, but my wife is not as understanding as your husband. We'll just have to live with our memories!"

Jane signed for the drinks, assuring herself that the bill would charged to her room, and then kissed the man on the cheek before he left.

"That was a nice surprise," she said, pouring a drink and handing it to Kate. "He has a massive cock! If he decides that he wants to play after all, you should definitely get in line!" Jane returned to her seat, sipped her drink, and breathed deeply.

Kate gulped at her drink, surprised by her new friend's candor.

"You know," Jane mused, "there's a good chance that he was on the other side of that patio fence when you listened to that other couple."

"Really?" Kate's heart raced. Then she shook her head. "I doubt it. I know he wasn't the second guy." She let her thoughts carry her back to that night, envisioning the porter using his "massive cock" on her neighbor. She shook herself out of her daydream as Jane chatted.

"So only here," she continued. "Have you thought about other places? Like a club in Europe, or a resort for open-minded people? We love to cruise. They are the best way to just let loose and explore new things."

"Um, we've thought about taking a cruise sometime, but I wouldn't have thought that you would, well... you know. I mean, how do find other people to..." Kate struggled to find words.

"We go on cruises for lifestyle couples," Jane explained flatly. "Just you and a few thousand other people that want to fuck! You would love it! Especially if you're into black guys."

Kate didn't consider herself to be "into" anything or anyone in particular, but she didn't get a chance to say so.

"On two of the cruises, they had rooms set up for that. I think they may have even hired guys to come for that reason. Ha," she snorted at her observation. "They probably weren't hired. They would have paid good money for the chance to get on a ship with a bunch of horny women with a taste for that, don't you think?

Before Kate could answer, Jane rolled on with her story. "They put it in the ship's library, of all places. Had it all set up with beds. We went in to check it out. Mostly curious, you know, just wanting to see what it was. And there were probably 12 guys sitting around at the end of the room. All of them were fucking hot! Two of the beds were taken. One woman was getting hammered by this big muscular guy, like a wrestler or football player. She was on her back and he had her feet up over her head, so far back that her ass was off the bed, and was just pounding away, sweat dripping, she's begging him to do it harder. Another was on her knees with a lean dude with the longest dick I've ever seen pumping in and out of her. I don't know how she took it."

Kate immediately felt Ronny's dick filling her from behind.

"There was another guy on his knees in front of her, fucking her mouth. And she was gobbling it up. She had to be like sixty or something, but damn did she love it!

Kate nodded, her breath was shallow.

"And I know what you're wondering, and yes I did. We watched the two women for a long time, but eventually, I had to get some, so I went to the end of the room where the others were waiting and picked three of them. I just dropped my knees in front of them and they dropped the towels they were wrapped in. One was already stiff, and the other two weren't far from it. I lost track of NIcky. I knew he was somewhere in the room, but all I could think about were those three dicks. Have you ever had more than one? Oh no, I remember. You gotta try it. I just kind of moved from one to the other. I love that. The differences, you know? They all respond differently, smell different, different sizes. Pretty soon they were all hard, one was oozing precum and I thought maybe he was gonna lose it in my mouth, but all of a sudden he leans over and pics me up and carries me over to a bed. I was sort of in control when I was blowing them, but when I hit that bed I was like their fucking toy. They just push and pull me from one position to the next. At a point, I lost track of who was fucking me. I didn't care. I think maybe some of the other guys might have even had a turn. I kinda rolled from one orgasm into the next. I think Nicky said they fucked me for more than an hour. It was hot. People watching, other women getting fucked. I could have gone back there every day of the cruise."

"Why didn't you?" Kate asked, her mouth dry.

"I wanted Nicky to have some fun, too. I don't think he gets off on watching as much as your guy does. And there was plenty of other stuff to do, believe me. We've learned a few new kinks about ourselves every time."

"Kinks?" Kate was dying to learn more. She resisted the urge to pump Jane for too much information too quickly, afraid that she might send the wrong signal. But she was eager to hear everything this woman was willing to tell her.

"You know, crazy little things that turn you on. Last year we hung out around the pool all afternoon. They have classes and workshops and stuff during the day, but the pool is like one big naked party and you meet a lot of people. It was one of the first days and Nicky noticed this tiny blonde with fake tits near us with this older guy. I mean, she was like 22 and he was at least 70. I don't judge. To each their own, right? But you couldn't help but notice them."

"At some point, she slips off to the little girls' room or somewhere and Nicky starts chatting up the old man. He comes back over after a little while with this stupid grin on his face. I figured he said something dumb to the guy, but I was wrong. He tells me to get up because we're gonna take a shower and meet this couple in their suite."

"Well, I tell him there's no way I'm gonna fuck the old guy and he tells me the guy is not into that. He wants to watch Nicky fuck his girl. In fact, he tells me, the old guy is hoping that I'll fuck her too. Well, why not? So we get cleaned up go up to this massive suite and play with this girl for most of the afternoon. The old dude just watches"

Jane paused for a minute, thinking, and then continued. "Actually that's not true. When we started he was directing it like it was a movie or something. But the more his girl got into it, the quieter he got. Nicky told me later he got off on that. That he was able to make the girl get into it so much that her man finally got quiet. I don't know, some kind of domination thing I guess. So we spent the rest of the week looking for girls that we could party with while her husband watched. You'd be surprised how many guys are into it."

So Mickey's not that different than others, " Kate said.

"Well," Jane smiled. "We've all got our kinks"

An hour later, the pitcher was empty, the sun was high and Jane was standing on the patio, stretched to the sky, allowing the warmth to dry her lean body. Kate was drawn to the curve of her ass, and the flexing of her thigh muscles as she sensuously sighed in the warmth of the sunlight. She had never noticed a woman before. Not like this.

"We should have dinner one night. All four of us," she suggested as she examined her forearms for signs of sunburn.

"Uh, yeah, that would be nice." Kate was struggling to find her words again.

"We can't tonight. We have plans. Hopefully, I'll have a great story for you tomorrow, but we'll have to wait and see. And if you're up for it, maybe we can hit that club or another one we know after dinner. Who knows, maybe by then you two will come to play with me in the bathroom," she winked.

As soon as the door closed behind Jane, Kate fell to the bed, spreading her legs wide and massaging her swollen clit. Her wetness surprised her, but the first orgasm did not. She needed relief after listening to Jane's stories. She could imagine herself on that bed, being used by a group of aggressive men. She even thought about Mickey fucking another woman while her husband watched. Her second climax was more satisfying than the first, and as much as she wanted to continue, she thought it best to save some of that sexual energy for Mickey.

She woke to the sound of the door opening. Disoriented, she realized that the patio door was still open. The empty pitcher and glasses sat on the ledge of the hot tub. She suddenly realized that she was naked and the events that brought her slumber slowly tumbled into focus.

"Well hello!" Mickey smiled. Then his expression changed as he looked toward the patio. "Um. Are we having some fun?"

"I'll explain in a minute, but I need you first," she purred, lying back and spreading her legs.

"You're wet," Mickey observed as he pulled his shirt over his head.

She nodded, running her middle finger through her clit. "Fuck me!"

The sight of his wife, despite some nagging concerns in the back of his mind, was all the arousal that he needed. He loved seeing her like this. He licked his palm and then transferred the spit to the head of his erect cock. There was no need. She was slick. He buried himself in one thrust then slowly began to pull out.

Kate grabbed his ass and pulled him back toward her.

"Fast," she whispered. "Fast and hard."

He picked up the pace, finding a comfortable position on his elbows.

Kate nodded. "Harder, really hard. Fast," she gasped.

He pulled his knees toward her ass, finding a better position to pump her, she responded by opening herself to him and thrusting upward. Soon his pubic bone was pounding her clit as his cock plunged into her.

Her moans turned to screams, either unaware or unconcerned about the open patio door.

"Yes!" she grunted. "Fuck it. Fuck me hard! God yeeeeesssss!"

Her pussy clenched around his shaft as though it were afraid he might pull away. The effect was strong, as though his prick were being milked. He lasted through another climax before draining himself deep inside his wife. She continued thrust upward and eventually rested her ass on the bed, still gripping his cock as she ground herself into him.

The breathing eventually slowed. The heart rates fell.

"Why do I feel like I miss something? " Mickey asked.

"Let's just say I had an interesting morning "

"I think I'm going to need more than that," Micky said as he fingered the nipple on her left breast.

Kate took a deep breath and then began. "I met a new friend after you left breakfast," she said.

She told him about Jane and Jane's experiences. She didn't tell him how she made her feel. She couldn't have if she tried.

Well," Mickey grinned, "I guess I left too soon. You had a much better day here than I did on the golf course."

The rest of the afternoon passed lazily as they spent time between the hot tub and the bed, rehashing what they had done the night before, or talking about Jane's exploits. Occasionally, one of them would suggest a walk, some food, or a trip to the pool for a drink, but neither of them had the will to dress themselves and leave the room.

"Can I ask you a question?" Mickey asked as they settled back into the hot tub.

Kate nodded. The need for permission made her nervous.

"Last night, you said you wanted to leave the club before you did something you regretted or something like that. At the time, I thought you meant you might do something with the men you were dancing with. But it just occurred to me that you may have been talking about the bathroom." Mickey paused. "So which one were you considering?"

"Considering?" Kate furrowed her brow. "I don't think I was considering either of them. And that's what made me nervous. I wasn't thinking at all. I was just responding, and I knew I was losing control."

She paused for a long minute and stared at the sky.

"They were different," she continued. "I think the guys on the dancefloor probably had me closer to actually giving in. I mean... c'mon, three hard cocks. In my hands. Their hands on mine." She closed her eyes and shuddered. "I love the hands. Touching. Especially where they're not supposed to. So that was close. I mean, I ran into the bathroom to get away from them. But what I saw there hit different. It was... I don't know. Nasty? Is that the word? But in a good way."

"Different how?" Mickey pushed.

"Well, one was, you know, sexy. It felt good. The other was... um... dirty. Hotter, I think. Three of them. The women doing... that. People watching. Jane looked like a queen on her throne being served by her court." Kate shuddered.

"What stopped you?"

"Well, the music stopped and it sort of brought me out of my trance. And in the bathroom, I don't know." She paused again and stared at the bubbles moving across the surface of the water. "I guess you weren't there."

Mickey moved across the tub, sitting next to Kate, then lifting her to his lap.

"Tell me again," he whispered.

"Tell you what?"

"What happened in the bathroom. All of it."

"I didn't do anything," she promised.

"Just tell me what you saw."

She felt his dick growing under her. She wasn't sure if it was that, or the flash of the bathroom image, or the insistence in his voice that caused the resurging warmth in her pussy.

"I went in..."

"With your tits exposed," he interrupted her.

"Yes. With my tits exposed," she nodded, turning to straddle him. She kissed him softly before she continued.

"The first stall was closed so I turned to go into the second when I nearly ran into them. The first thing I noticed was the woman squatting." She smiled before adding, "For a split second I thought she was sick. Then I saw Jane. Of course, I didn't know who she was other than one of the women who touched you while we were dancing."

Mickey's cock responded to the memory, brushing against Kate's thigh.

"I saw him at just about the same time, obviously. His pants were shoved down and he was in her mouth."

"Uh uh." Mickey shook his head. "What was in her mouth?"

"His dick," she whispered. "His dick was in her mouth."

Sensing what Mickey was after, she clarified again. "His cock was in her mouth. He was already hard. It was thick, Mickey. Not very long, but really thick. And he was... he was fucking her with it. He had the back of her head in his right hand, pumping in and out of her mouth. I think she was moaning, but I'm not sure. Her eyes were closed when I first saw them, then she opened them and looked straight at me."

"So she saw your tits? He saw your tits?"

"Um, yeah. I guess so. I hadn't really thought about that." She paused for a moment. I must have still been holding my shirt closed. I definitely hadn't buttoned it yet."

"Were you the only one watching?"

Mickey pulled his cock out from under Kate, releasing it into the open space between them. Kate readjusted herself so that the bottom of his shaft pressed against her slit.

"No. It's funny what you don't think about, but now that you say it, I heard a woman say 'Oh, fuck!'. It was soft, like she was turned on."

"Were you turned on?" Mickey prodded.

"Well, those guys already had me hot. I think I was mostly shocked by what I saw in there. I mean, the woman on her knees, licking Jane. I think she may have even had fingers inside of her. Her hand was close anyway. That was... shocking. That's the only word I can think of. Once they noticed me, I thought Jane was going to say something, but then she gasped and closed her eyes. She wasn't coming, but she was certainly enjoying whatever the woman was doing to her. Then she turned her head back to the guy. She licked the tip of his dick, then went all the way down until it was completely in her mouth. And that turned me on. So... yeah. I was turned on. At the time, I didn't realize how aroused I actually was. "

She reached between them to feel Mickey's cock. It was rigid. She pulled herself closer to him, grinding her swollen clit into his prick.

"You seem to like my story," she whispered in his ear.

"Is that what it is? A story?"

She shook her head. "No. Not a story."

"And then?" He pressed.

"She looked at me and wiggled his cock toward me. She asked if I wanted to share."

"Did you?"

"I told you I didn't do anything."

"No. I mean did you want to?" His voice was soft, but firm.

Kate sat still for a long beat before nodding her head. "There was something about it. About the whole situation. I was already horny, and then watching them. The... dirtyness of the whole thing. People watching. The women together. There was a little drop oozing from him and I wanted to taste it."

"What did you do?"

"I touched myself. I didn't even know I was doing it."

"Show me." Mickey tilted his head to the middle of the hot tub.

Kate stood, now naked, but assuming the position she had taken the night before. Her left elbow was bent, pulling her wrist over her left breast as though she were still clutching her open shirt. She stared at Mickey, just as she stared at Jane and her lovers last night. Her right hand closed over her cunt before she drew her middle finger up her slit, landing on her clit. She shuddered as she made contact, just as she had done the night before.

"I must have made some noise because the woman on the floor turned around. Her husband shifted his weight and began to lean toward me. I remember the woman's smile as she looked up at me. Her mouth and chin were wet with Jane, and for just an instant I felt my pussy moving toward her.'

Kate stopped and licked her finger. Then touched herself again before sampling another taste.

"Yes," she finally said. "I really wanted to."

She straddled Mickey again, lining his cock up with her slick pussy. She lowered herself and began a slow grind.

"And then I was suddenly terrified."

"Afraid of what? Them?" he asked as he gently fondled her breasts.

"No. I think I was afraid of me. Was I really capable of that? Complete strangers, in those circumstances? Not to mention the fact that I would be cheating on you. That was the worst part. I suddenly thought about you."

She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. Their tongues intertwined as Mickey grasped her round ass, pushing himself up to match her rhythm.

"I love you, Mickey. And I would never..."

He cut her off with another kiss.

"Listen to me, very carefully. I love you, too. And I love this side of you. I can't explain it. But seeing you dance with those men, and then watching you with the driver. I don't know. It... it does something to me. Or for me. Watching you now. Hearing you talk about it. Seeing you touch yourself..."

Without warning he erupted inside of her, she was surprised at both the suddenness and the volume of his orgasm.

"Oh my!" Kate grinned. "I guess you do."

Mickey could only nod.

A few hours later Mickey stepped out of the bathroom and watched Kate applying her makeup at the small desk near the foot of the bed.

"I have one more question," he said.

Kate turned to him expectantly.

"When we left the club, you told me you'd do anything"

She nodded silently.

"What does 'anything' mean?"

She thought for a moment, her brow wrinkled as she considered her response.

"I guess that's up to you." Her gaze lingered on him for a moment, and then she turned back to the small lit mirror on the desk.

Mickey stepped back into the bathroom. His flaccid penis stirred as he considered her answer. And the opportunities that it presented.

Kate studied the dress that Mickey had laid out for her. Somewhere, deep in her memory, was a warning about women in red dresses. She smiled at the thought. Whoever had given her that advice could not possibly have considered the depths of hedonism that Kate had already explored. She smiled again as she thought about blondes having more fun, and wondered what kind of fun a blonde in a red dress might be able to get into.

It took her only a minute to realize that the dress wrapped around her and was tied with two belt-like pieces of fabric. The material clung to her skin, revealing every curve and flexing of her muscles. She was surprised to see a pair of panties on the bed, under the dress. She wanted desperately to leave them there, but Mickey's instructions were very clear. She was surprised again to see that they weren't as overtly sexy as the other items he had purchased for her. They were white, silky, and covered more of her bottom and slit than she would have expected.

She stood in front of the mirror. Her cleavage immediately caught her eye, followed by the unmistakable outline of her stiffening nipples. She was disappointed to notice a visible panty line. She waited for Mickey to emerge from the bathroom before she registered her complaint.

"They stay on," Mickey said as he pulled a pair of casual loafers out of a cloth bag. "Until I ask for them." Only then did he make eye contact. His face was stern and his tone left no room for further discussion.

A muscle tightened deep in her belly in response.

They ate at a restaurant in town. Kate enjoyed being away from the resort, dressed up a bit, and catching the eye of both tourists and locals. She knew she looked good and - in spite of her upbringing - that fact, and the enjoyment it gave her, didn't cause her one bit of shame.

Conversation at the table was flirty, but relatively tame, given the events of the week. There was a sense of anticipation that both of them felt. Kate had no idea where the evening might take them. Mickey knew only a little more than his wife. While he knew where they were going, he couldn't guess what might happen once they got there, though he had some ideas. Both of them were eager to find out.

Kate wasn't surprised when Mickey instructed the driver to take them back to the club. Later than it was last night, the dance floor was already full. Most of the tables were taken. Mickey ordered drinks for the both of them and set them on a shelf hanging on the wall before leading Kate to the crowded floor. It was easier to find the rhythm of the place tonight. Of course, the crowd was bigger, it was later and they were 24 hours more experienced than the last time they were there.

Kate loved dancing with Mickey. They still weren't the best dancers, but she didn't care. She loved being with him, feeling his arms around her, and that look in his eye as he took in every inch of her, from the sexy pumps he had packed, to the hips still wrapped in those panties, her undeniable cleavage, all the way to her smiling face. She loved him and she loved being there with him.

They took a break once or twice, giving them a chance to take in the room. Jane was nowhere to be seen. The Latina and her husband weren't there either. But there were plenty of other sexy couples and the predictable single men, mostly lining the walls around the dance floor. There was even a chatty group of local women clustered around a table near the band. Kate was slightly disappointed when she found nothing going on in the restroom and was happy to see that Mickey had found a dance partner while she had been away.

He was obviously enjoying the company of a slightly older woman, and she smiled at him across the floor when he made eye contact.

"I hope you don't mind." The voice was masculine and she detected a hint of elegance in his speech.

She turned to see a tall, distinguished man, a few years older than Mickey's dance partner.

"She wanted to dance with someone else and she had noticed the two of you. She said that she knew your husband would be a good candidate, because of the way he looks at you. She felt safe asking him, knowing that he would be a gentleman with her."

Kate stopped herself from saying what she actually thought. She simply nodded and extended her hand.

"I'm Kate. It's nice to meet you," she smiled.

"Donald," he said, nodding slightly as he grasped her hand. "Shall we join them?"

Donald was cute, Kate thought. In a charming, out of place, sort of way. He struggled with the first song, but quickly showed his skills on the second when the music slowed and he led her easily around the floor. Donald was quite the dancer!

When the song ended he bowed slightly and thanked her.

"I will now go fetch my wife," he smiled and strolled away.

"New friend?"

She turned to see Mickey smiling at her as he extended his hand, leading her off the dance floor to their drinks.

"He was very sweet. And I see that you caught someone's eye."

Mickey found himself scanning the room again when another couple approached. This one was closer to their age, with undeniable Texas accents. Introductions were quickly made and the group fell into the regular cadence of vacationers meeting for the first time. After the usual questions, it was the wife who moved the conversation forward.

"Have y'all been here before? We came a couple of nights ago and it got pretty wild," she said with wide eyes.

"And so you came back for more?" Mickey smiled.

"I'm really not sure why we came back, to be honest with you," the husband replied. "I've never seen anything like it. And we wanted to find out if it was normal here, or if it was just a one-night thing."

Kate noticed that Mickey looked directly at the wife when he spoke. "Well, there must have been something about it that you liked, if you're willing to come back for more. I wonder what it might have been."

He held her gaze for a moment. Then the woman suddenly looked away, pushing her eyes to the floor. Kate felt it. There was some connection or chemistry. Her husband had an effect on this woman. She had never seen that before. She knew he was charismatic and a dynamic public speaker. But this was different. It almost felt intimate.

"Um, we saw you dancing with the other couple and wondered if you might like to dance with us," the husband said, apparently unaware of what Kate had observed.

Mickey looked at Kate, then nodded. "That would be nice, but I'll warn you," he said turning his attention back to the wife, "I'm still fairly new at this, but I think I'm learning."

Kate understood his remark very differently than the wife did.

"Well," the husband shrugged, "I can promise you that I cannot dance like that other gentleman. And I don't think this band is gonna play a two-step, but I think we'll do alright."

He was tall and lean, with a straight jaw. Kate imagined him with a cowboy hat and boots. It was a silly image. He worked in an office in Dallas and had probably never even been on a horse, but she liked the image anyway. With each successive song, she found herself relaxing with him. He continually let his eyes fall on her breasts, and she did everything she could to let them bounce and sway to the music.

Mickey, on the other hand, was immediately at ease with the wife. He touched her as often as he could as they danced, and somewhere near the end of the second song she had turned around and shoved her ass into him. By the third, his hands had begun to roam the contours of her body, and he could see her becoming flushed. He knew, somehow, that she would do anything he wanted her to. He thought for a minute about taking her to the restroom, though he knew that would go too far. He considered how he might expose her breasts there on the dancefloor or, at the very least, get his hands on them under her shirt.

The fourth song was a slow dance, and Mickey was disappointed to see her husband arrive just in time to step in to dance with his wife. He returned to Kate and pulled her close as they swayed to a tune he had never heard before.

Kate felt his stiffening prick against her.

"Well," she grinned, "I see someone had fun."

"I was just trying to help a lady." He said flatly.

"Help her what?" Kate giggled.

"Well, she did say that she was curious about how wild this place might be, so I was helping her research her question."

"I think you were helping yourself," Kate said as she slipped her hand to his crotch to give a gentle squeeze to his stiffness.

"I suppose I might have done some research of my own," he smiled and then kissed his wife.

As the song ended, the husband returned. "Listen, it was great to meet you two, but we've decided to get back to the hotel." He began retreating back toward his wife." If you want to take our table, it's just behind that bar on the left. Our drinks are still there." He said over the noise of the band.

He turned and nearly bumped into his wife as she was moving across the room back to Mickey and Kate.

"I guess I should say goodbye. It was really great to meet you," she said to Kate, then turned to Mickey and stretched up to kiss him on the cheek.

Kate was surprised to see Mickey take her by the arm as she started to turn away. When the woman turned back toward Mickey he leaned down and kissed her directly on the mouth. It wasn't overly long, or passionate, but it was there. Tender and intimate. Kate felt her heart race as she saw it. When the kiss broke, Kate was surprised again when the woman immediately stretched upward, initiating a second kiss. This one was deeper. She opened her mouth to him and he pulled her close to him.

Kate wondered what the husband must be thinking, but couldn't turn her head away to look at him. When the wife finally stepped away he was smiling and nodding his final goodbye to Mickey and Kate.

"Oh my God!" Kate said. "What was that!"

"Let's find that table," Mickey said.

Their hearts were pounding as they slid into their seats.

"Did I cross a line?" Mickey asked after draining his drink.

"She didn't seem to mind. And he seemed OK with it, so I guess not."

Mickey shook his head. "I don't mean with them. I mean with you. Did I...?"

Kate cut him off. "Oh, no." She leaned into him. "Mickey, that woman was into you. There was some kind of connection. I saw it before you danced. I know I should be saying something else here, but it was hot. I mean like, erotic, hot. And then when she kissed you! I think I'm wet," she laughed.

"Are you OK here? I need the restroom." He said, apparently ignoring her observation.

"Sure, just behave yourself in there. Or don't! Just be sure to come and get me if anything good happens," she raised her eyebrows and smiled.

Nothing was happening in the bathroom. Mickey stared at the wall as he waited for his dick to relax enough to be able to relieve himself. He shook his head as he relived the last 15 minutes, trying to understand exactly what had happened. Was it her? Was she just so eager to flirt and tease, and he happened to be in the right place at the right time? Was it him? Did he do something, say something, to get that response? He had never been a "ladies' man". He wasn't a flirt. He knew how to relate to people, but he didn't think of himself as particularly "smooth". Whatever it was, he liked it. And he was about to get some more of it.

"Go to the bathroom and bring me your panties," he whispered into Kate's ear as he sat down.

"What?"

"You heard me. Go into the bathroom, take off your panties, and carry them back to me." He studied her for a second before adding, "Now."

Kate's breath caught in her chest, and she pushed herself quickly to her feet. This was a new game and she was eager to learn the rules.

Mickey watched her walk away, then took in his surroundings. His back was toward the unused bar. The table they were using was likely put there for storage, but the crowd had spread back into that area. The bar ran nearly the entire width of the room, with a four-foot pass-through that led to the main area. It was near that opening that Mickey and Kate watched the woman last year. His table was just to the left of the opening. Kate's chair was to his left, and two other unoccupied chairs rounded out the table. And two lone chairs sat carelessly near the wall to the right of the opening.

Men lined the opposite side of the bar, watching the dance floor and hoping for an invitation. Their presence, combined with the height of the bar left Mickey nearly hidden from the rest of the room. He pushed Kate's chair farther to the left, away from the table, then pulled his closer to it.

When Kate returned, she headed instinctively to her chair, but Mickey stopped her.

"Wait," he signaled with his hand. Then he turned his palm upward and dropped his forearm. "You owe me something, first."

Kate had felt the eyes of the men along the bar watching her from the moment she exited the bathroom. She had to brush past one of them to get to Mickey. Even though she was now mostly behind them, she could still feel their eyes.

She shrugged, took a deep breath, and dropped the wad of panties into Mickey's open palm. He opened them fully and held them between his hands before carefully folding them and sliding the silky bundle into his pocket. Only then did he pat the chair beside him.

She reached for her drink as she sat down, noticing the new position of her chair. As soon as the glass left her lips, Mickey took it from her, set it back on the table, and turned to kiss her. She was surprised at his aggressiveness. His kiss was passionate and hinted at what might be to come. She fell easily into his arms and did her best to match his intensity.

Mickey knew exactly what he wanted to do with her. The picture was clear in his mind. Whether or not he could make it happen, he didn't know. He also wasn't sure he would have the patience to do it well. He breathed deeply as he held her, exploring her mouth with his tongue, doing his best to slow his heart rate, even as he heard the movement around them.

Kate opened her eyes briefly. Long enough to see that some of the men had made their way closer to them. She wondered what Mickey was planning. She also wondered whether or not her dress was still keeping her covered. It was, after all, only wrapped around her, creating a potential slit down her lap. She felt the warmth rising between her legs, driven both by Mickey's attention and the audience that she knew was gathering.

Mickey plotted his actions carefully, knowing that they could be stopped at any minute. He would rather have drawn the process out but knew that he might not have that luxury. His right hand moved from Kate's back, around her side, and directly to her left breast. He cupped it for a moment before adding the slightest amount of pressure. He heard Kate sigh and sensed movement to his right. Undoubtedly someone was hoping for a better view.

Sliding his hand down her flat belly, he moved to her right hip, then down the thigh. Kate wondered how far this game would go, and when she felt his hand move across her knee to the inside of her leg part of her question was answered. He began moving upward, under the fabric of the dress, and she parted her legs slightly to ease his access. But just as he neared his target, he pulled his hand back.

She opened her eyes to see if they had been caught. She was not surprised to see a half dozen men standing near her. Some of them were doing their best to look nonchalant. Whether that was for her benefit or an attempt to lessen the attention they might draw from the rest of the room she didn't know. Her eyes caught Mickey and he winked, wearing an impish smile as he continued his task. She watched as he found the knot holding her dress closed and methodically loosened it. She thought the dress might fall away, leaving her completely exposed, but he didn't allow that.

He simply exposed her left breast, and then quickly covered it with his mouth. Kate closed her eyes and moaned as the charge seemed to dart from her nipple to her groin. Opening her eyes again, she saw the men shuffling positions for a better view. Mickey obliged them by moving up to kiss her again, leaving her breast easily in the sight of the men to her left.

Mickey sat up in his chair and eyed the small group. He glanced over his shoulder and realized he could see little more than the back of the bar. One of the men glanced across the room and flashed a thumbs-up as he nodded, signaling that there was no immediate danger of being caught by the management.

Emboldened, Mickey returned his hand to Kate's lap and pulled the fabric open, exposing her to the eager men. He dipped his hands between her thighs and tugged at them. Kate was quick to obey his unspoken instruction, and she opened herself to her admirers. One touched himself through his pants as he took in her brazen display. Another, to her left, had an obvious bulge pressing against the fabric of his slacks. Their arousal only added to Kate's. She felt the cool air of the room kiss the inside of her labia and she knew that her slit was open and visible to men directly in front of her. Her heart pounded harder. She thought for a moment about touching herself, but before she could, Mickey ran his fingers up her wet slit.

She shuddered at the touch but was even more surprised when he lifted his wet digits to her mouth and slipped them between her lips. One of the men took a cautious step toward her. Mickey noticed him, but quickly turned his attention back to Kate and then continued his work on her cunt. Emboldened, the man stepped closer. Another followed.

Kate looked up at them both, wondering what Mickey expected of her. She wasn't even sure of what she expected of herself. She thought of the woman she had seen near this same spot last year and wondered if she could find the courage to do the same thing.

Two fingers slipped between her lips, and Mickey's thumb rested gently on her swollen clit. He began to work the fingers in and out, and she spread even wider to give him better access. Within a minute she found it impossible to sit still, grinding her ass into the seat and shoving her pussy forward, into his hand. His thumb circled her nub as his fingers alternated between plunging deep and scraping along the upper wall of her womb, increasing her pleasure. At a point, the dress had fallen completely open, and she was - for all practical purposes - naked and exposed as he used her.

The crowd had grown now. The circle was tighter. Two couples had joined the single men. One woman looked nervously curious, while the other smiled broadly at Kate. Her man stood behind her, slightly to one side, and Kate was surprised to see his cock, exposed and wrapped in his wife's fingers. She wanted to see him cum. And the thought of him spurting right there was the final push that Kate needed to reach her own release.

Mickey pulled his fingers away as soon as it began. He knew her well enough to know that continued stimulation would simply add to her arousal and as much as he would have loved to have seen how far he might have been able to take her, he didn't want to risk an arrest.

As her breathing slowed, he covered her with the dress, doing his best to tie it. Eventually, Kate sat up in her chair and leaned into her husband. Her kiss was hot and wet, fueled by an urgency to find satisfaction.

Five minutes later they slipped into the back seat of a cab. Tonight there was no pretense. As soon as the cab pulled from the curb, Kate pulled at Mickey's zipper. His cock was erect, topped with a warm drip of pre-cum which she quickly swallowed.

"Park. Somewhere. Anywhere," Mickey grunted to the driver.

Even before they found the curb, Kate had managed to pull herself onto Mickey's lap. He moved as low into the seat as he could, trying to allow Kate all the headroom she might need. She faced the driver as she opened her legs, stuffing the head of Mickey's dick inside her. She ground her hips, forcing the length of it inside. The dress fell away, leaving her completely exposed to the eyes of the young cabbie. Her first orgasm was almost immediate.

Then, unable to ride the cock like she would have wanted, she contented herself by continuing to grind. Each movement created pressure on a different part of her, each bringing its own pleasure. She watched the driver, his eyes nervously bouncing from one part of her to the next. She wanted him to touch, but his hands remained in his lap. She hoped that he would expose himself, or at least show some indication of his arousal, but he remained cautious. She smiled at him when their eyes made contact, and he nervously looked away. He was clearly wrestling with his sense of propriety, and she loved the fact that she was messing with it. She was only disappointed that the limited space in the car kept her from giving him a better show.

Mickey was too uncomfortable to do much other than let his wife use him. He could see glimpses of the driver staring at Kate. He knew that the image in front of him would be burned deeply into his memory and provide pleasurable fodder for years. The young man's gaze at his uninhibited wife stretched his member even further into Kate's belly.

Eventually, Kate grew tired and cramped and told the driver to take them to the hotel. She stayed on Mickey's dick all the way back to the resort, only moving once the driver opened the door for her. He wasn't the only one to get a long look at Kate's tall naked frame as she worked herself out of the backseat. And she did little to hinder their view, eager to finish properly back in their room.