Suzanne Portnoy

‘Sorry, worked late. Feel like crap. Can’t make today. See you when you get back.’

That was all the text said. A phone call later and I knew there was no point in trying to convince him to see me. He was on a nightmare job that still wasn’t finished and all he wanted to do on his one day off was lie in bed, drink cups of tea and watch reruns of DVDs he had probably seen a million times before. I’d been there, when the thought of even having to talk to another person is too much to think about.

‘It’s only a week,’ he said. ‘Don’t be pissed at me.’

‘I’m not pissed at you,’ I said laughing and truthfully, I wasn’t. A little disappointed, maybe, but not pissed.

‘I’m going to Rios,’ I said. ‘If you change your mind, that’s where I’ll be.’

I drove to the spa and the usual Saturday crowd were there. A couple I’d seen on the plane going over to France were lying naked in the garden, their arms wrapped around each other.

‘Oh, look,’ they said. ‘Here comes trouble.’

I laughed and put a towel down in front of them.

My usual Rios fuck buddy, Tim, came out of the steam room and lay down in front of me.

‘Hey you,’ he said.

‘Hey,’ I said.

A pretty woman in her 30’s, curvy, with long, dark wavy hair lay down opposite us. I looked at her and wondered if she was planning on playing that afternoon. I’d messed around with a couple of women in France and was enjoying my bi side again. It made a change from always sucking cock. I’m not a great fan of pussy but I love the way girls kiss. Their lips are softer, their tongue more gentle than a man’s and their mouths are smaller too. I looked over at her and smiled. She smiled back. I’d reserved the entire afternoon to have fun. I lay back down on the towel and watched the clouds as they moved towards obscuring the sun.

Later that afternoon, I was sitting with Tim in the jacuzzi, stroking his beautiful 8″ cock. I could feel him getting hard under the water. He was laying in his usual position, arms spread out behind him, reclining, pretending that nothing was going on. I admired how he could get close to coming without batting an eyelid. He looked over at me, raised an eyebrow and said, ‘You know where I’ve been?’

‘No,’ I said. ‘Where? Somewhere being very bad probably.’

‘With that girl,’ he said. ‘The one with the dark hair.’

‘Really?’ I said.

‘Yes,’ he said. ‘She was really naughty.’

‘How naughty.’

‘You’ll have to ask her,’ he said. ‘Go on. Ask her how naughty she has been. She’s in the sauna.’

‘So,’ I said. ‘Does that mean you have no energy left for me?’ Suddenly my Saturday afternoon was looking very barren indeed.

‘Oh, plenty of energy left for you. No problem.’

I wandered into the sauna to find the dark hair girled lying there.

‘So,’ I said. ‘Tim tells me you’ve been very bad and he says I need to ask you how bad you’ve bad.’

She laughed. ‘Doesn’t anyone keep a secret in this place?’

‘This is Rios,’ I said. ‘Everyone knows everything. Haven’t you been here before?’

‘Not for ages,’ she said. Then, as if thinking aloud, ‘Wow, he had a big cock.’

‘Mmmn,’ I said. ‘You think? It’s about the usual for me. It’s nice. So, you going to tell me or want to join us?’

‘I’ll come and watch,’ she said. ‘If that’s OK.’

‘Sure,’ I said. ‘Well, come on then.’

By late afternoon, the private room was wall to wall sweaty bodies. I got to lick pussy and taste the girl with the dark hair’s lips. Tim tried to fuck me (unsuccessfully) up the ass but kept slipping out from the sweat dripping off his body. A white, middle aged guy with a cock the size of coke can joined us for a spit roast and tried to make me gush with his fingers. The gym mats were covered with sweat and saliva and who-knows-what until, overwhelmed by the heat, everyone left the room. Then there was just me and a black guy I’d seen earlier that day hovering around our little group. I hadn’t seen him come into the private room but I’d seen his hard cock hovering over my face at one point, begging to be sucked. And, of course, I had to suck it. But now I was on top, my body slipping and sliding over him, his cock pounding into me over and over again. My head was spinning from the heat and the endorphins and the rush of so many bodies around and inside me.

‘ Wait, wait,’ I said and climbed off him. ‘I’ve got to get some water. I’m too hot.’

‘We take a break and come back later?’ he said.

‘Sure,’ I said.

I grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat off my body. Sometimes it’s just too hot to get laid.  At least we had fun trying.

The room was warm. Light filtered in through the shuttered blinds that covered the patio doors, casting a glow across the double bed that nearly filled the room. Curled up next to him, I tried to recall the last time I’d woken up with a man two days in a row. It was a rare treat.

I turned on my side to reach him and casually draped my arm across his body, working my way slowly down from his chest to his groin. He let out a soft moan and I carried on until my hand was around his cock. It was hard. Gripping my hand around the shaft for a few minutes I let it rest there until the urge to stroke him became too great.

I loved his cock but then lots of people loved his cock. He had been a swinger for the past ten years, with me for four of those. I doubt he could say himself how many women (and men) had taken his perfect cock in their mouth. On the beach that afternoon, I’d taken his thick 8 1/2″ right to the back of my throat until I gagged. A group of men surrounded us, watching me take it all down. Afterwards I’d stood up and whispered in his ear, “You have the best cock on the whole beach.”

“I don’t think you’ve spent enough time looking,” was his reply.

Now, this morning, it was all mine. My eyes still closed, I worked my hand up and down, up and down until the thought of having his cock in my mouth became too great. Drowsy, I sat up and climbed on top of him, stradding one thigh, my pussy making contact with his knee. Comfortably in my favourite position, I let my mouth slowly take him in, working my way around the head first. My tongue circled around and over the tip of his cock, whilst my hand worked up and down the shaft.

‘Mmmmm,’ he murmered softly, half asleep himself but becoming more responsive as my mouth took more of him in.

‘Tongue, baby,’ he whispered.

I let my tongue follow the line that led from the head down to the base of his cock, pressing onto him as my mouth contined to grip. Saliva gathered in my mouth as I continued my hold on him. Then I lifted my mouth off him and spit onto the head, lubricating him. I used my hand to lube his cock with my saliva and then continued the original action. First the circling tongue, then following the line down his cock, until my mouth hit the base and he glided past the back of my throat and I gagged.

‘Good,’ he said as he felt my pussy tense in response to gagging.

My pussy glided over his knee. Giving blowjobs always made me so wet.

Quickly I climbed off his leg and onto him, grabbing his rock hard cock with my right hand and pulling him into my slick pussy. I ground down on him and, for the first time that morning, leant over to kiss him. His tongue moved inside my mouth, lips connnected. Grinding down, my clit making contact with his pubic bone, I pushed him farther and farther into me. With minutes I felt my pussy pulsating on top of him and came with a tremendous shudder and a huge moan that seemed to last for minutes. Only when the shuddering had ceased did I open my eyes, climb off him and flop down next to him.

I put my arms around him once more and laughed.

‘Good morning,’ I said.