บททั้งหมดของ Dangerous Pleasures: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

We were not in a hurry to go down to the main area for breakfast, so it was close to 9:30 by the time we straggled in. I actually don't mind sharing tables for hotel breakfasts with folks I've never met, but the place had mostly cleared out, so we took an empty table and sat down to eat. My wife is a relatively fearless eater by the standards of most women. She makes it clear that she doesn't exercise to look like a supermodel, she exercises for the sake of waffles. Between the two of us gobbling down our favorite meal of the day, and our somewhat loud and animated conversation, we did not look like a couple of introverted people who wanted to be left alone.At some point, there was a really attractive woman and her husband at the breakfast spread not far from our table, and she was looking over at us and smiling and it seemed that she was genuinely enjoying our happiness and occasionally making eye contact with us. As loud as we were talking, she couldn't help but be part of the conv

At this point, I basically had to have Elena stop doing my thighs as the towel was basically rubbing my dick, and there was no way I could take this. I was hoping that she thought that my leg was getting sore, but she probably knew exactly what was going on.Finally, they moved to the head of the table, to finish the massage. Paco had gone to wash his hands first, which seemed odd since he was just going to get oil on them again anyway. Soon they were both doing our scalp, which was unexpected to me, but felt great and helped me calm down again after watching Paco manhandle my wife. I thought that I might actually survive this with a little dignity. After massaging my scalp, Elena said, "What would you like to finish with, your pectorals or arms?"I wasn't really thinking there was a wrong answer to that question, so I just said, "Pecs sound fine." I was feeling mellow and agreeable at this point.Elena looked over at Paco and said, "Okay, we'll do pecs".Wait, I thought, was this the

"Wasn't that sort of weird that you and Olivia were sitting together and Ken and I wound up sitting together?""Yeah," I said carefully, "that was kind of funny.""I mean, we weren't doing anything wrong, right? Neither one of us.""Nope. Just hanging out in the hot tub.""Was Olivia feeling okay? It looked like you were holding her hand under the water.""I think that something about the crowd and dinner was unsettling to her.""I was worried earlier that she was mad at me for monopolizing Ken so much."She was more worried about herself. "I don't know why you would think that. You didn't do anything wrong.""Well, it's just that Ken seemed to be checking me out quite a bit, especially when we were going and getting drinks. And when we sat back down, he had his hand on my thigh. But I guess they are probably just friendly people.""I thought tonight was great, and I hope you enjoyed the attention. Even if it was drifting into flirting a little, all of us were together and everyone se

She was moaning for quite a while and then she finally relaxed her muscles. Usually after a rare 69 session, she's quick to get up and clean up, but she was just laying there looking like this strange combination of angel and slut. It was beautiful, and it was hot. She eventually got up without a word and went to take a shower. I was hoping we'd get a chance to talk a bit so I could tell her how amazing she was, but now I was worried she was just a little embarrassed about this interaction. We were definitely on a roll as far as her pushing way past her boundaries. I didn't want anything to hold her back.She took a long shower, and I was expecting her to be a bit sheepish afterwards. Instead, she just plopped beside me on the couch right next to me and grabbed my hand with her right hand, and the TV remote with her left hand and turned on a cooking show, settling in next to me.*****We were very lazily watching TV for a couple of hours, half-napping in the process when we got a text

Oh man, this was it. I think the whole crowd knew I was not going to complain. And Jennifer would never tell someone what to do, although she might make an excuse and leave. Ken, however, was not whooping and hollering and cheering like I thought he ought to. There was just a little pause, and I worried that the whole thing would come crashing down.And then, against all odds, the miracle occurred. Jennifer spoke up. "Of course. It's not a big deal at all, Olivia. And what kind of friend would I be if I wasn't supportive. I'm kind of sticky in this tight dress myself, so if you'll do it, I'll do it. I'm just drunk enough and feel bad that Ken didn't get to see the show yesterday. But you two guys better be thankful for this.Olivia was right. It all revolved around Jennifer. If she was in, everything would work out.And then it happened. Without any further ado, Olivia slipped the straps of her dress down off of her shoulders and pulled it down to her waist. It was glorious to see tho