'Just great, honey.' I have got up and walked to the bathroom. Marilyn watched his naked figure disappear around the corner. In a moment she heard the splash of his pee into the toilet. 'Honey,' he called to her, 'why don't you call room service? Have them send up some breakfast. As long as your Uncle Frank's paying for this trip we might as well get his money's worth.'
'Uh… okay. What do you want?' Marilyn climbed out of bed.
'Eggs. Over well. Sausage and pancakes. And about a gallon of coffee.' The trickling of piss stopped.
'Any toast?'
'No. Just what I said… You have whatever you want.' He began to run the shower.
'Okay, honey.' She got room-service on the phone and placed the order.
She put on her night-gown and pulled open the drapes. A dazzling late-morning sun streamed in. She slid open the door and the breeze filled the room.
Marilyn stared over the sea for several moments, very happy.
Dave came into the room, naked, rubbing his hair with a towel. 'That's a great shower, babe. You ought to try it.'
Marilyn let the front of her night-gown spread as she faced her husband, offering him her body.
'Did you order breakfast?' he asked, slinging his towel onto the bed. 'I'm starved. You gave me one hell of a work-out last night.' He flashed her a quick smile as he went to the dresser.
'They said it would be just a few minutes. I ordered a large pot of coffee for us. I hope it's enough.'
'If it's not we can get more.' Dave put on his shorts.
'Well… well, I'd better get ready.' Marilyn went into the bathroom, closing the door carefully.
Carl rose groggily from the bed. A litter of ropes and chains spread on the floor around them.
Brenda still had a pair of handcuffs on one wrist where he'd left them. He felt exhausted from their session. He'd been trying half the night to come, working until sweat coated them both. Finally the thunder had happened in his balls. But it was a long way from what he'd wanted. Good, sure, but not with the fire that he remembered from before. Not with the easy joy of their honeymoon, either.
Carl padded into the bathroom and started to take a leak.
The sound of water hitting water woke Brenda. She ached, her back and legs sore from her husband's incessant pummeling. But it had been worth it. He worked his ass off and she felt the full glory of sex, every bit of it, completely consumed and deeply satisfied. She left the handcuffs dangling on her wrists as she went into the bathroom. She looked at the man's naked back and butt as he finished pissing.
'Good morning,' she said softly.
'Uh, yeah.' He did not even glance at her, just reached around and started running the shower – full blast.
'You were a tiger last night. Incredible.' She hugged the man, leaning to touch her body to his bare back. 'One hell of a man, and all night long.' She touched his cock. 'I love your dick, Carl. And your balls. Love everything about you.'
'Yeah.' He slipped away from her grasp into the shower.
Brenda turned and sat on the toilet. 'I don't know when I've been so satisfied. This was a great idea. Second honeymoon. Great!'
'Yeah, I guess it was.' He let the shower wash over him, the water taking some of the weariness from his muscles.
'Do you want me to scrub your back… or something?'
'Uhh… not this morning. Get on the phone and get some breakfast started. Just coffee and orange juice for me.' He spread some soap slowly down his chest.
'Okay. Guess that's a good idea.'
Orange juice, toast and coffee was a quick order. Tim showed up with it before Carl was out of the shower.
Brenda asked: 'Who is it?' when the tap came at the door.
'Breakfast. It's Tim.'
She dropped the towel she'd been holding to cover her body and swung the door wide open, displaying her nude form to the teen-ager. 'Good morning.'
'Uh… uh…' Tim gulped twice. 'Good morning.' His eyes glanced every where on the woman.
'Bring it right in, Tim.'
Tim got his composure back right away. This wasn't the first woman who'd come on to him. But she was the best looking and youngest.
Tim turned sideways, held the tray in one hand and slowly edged into the room. 'Did you sleep well?' He stood right in front of her.
'Yes. Very well.' She smiled at the kid. Blond and tan that said he spent every spare minute on the beach.
'Where do you want it?' Tim eased his hips toward her. 'The tray.'
'Oh… over there. Just plunk it down on the dresser.'
'Right.' Tim let his chest just brush over one tit as he moved. He set the tray down and started to pour the coffee. 'Do you want anything else?' He looked right at her pussy.
'No. Not just now. Thank you, Tim. I'll call if I need any other services.'
'Certainly.' He smiled broadly and turned to go. 'Just anytime, mam.' He winked and closed the door.
Brenda laughed, muffling the noise with one hand. The kid would be turned on all day now. And he'd sure as hell hop with any requests for attention from her room. There was not one chance in hell that he'd get anything more, not even a look.
She lit a cigarette and sipped at the coffee.
Carl came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his middle very high on his torso.
'Oh, Carl, don't cover yourself like that. I want to see you. Look at your lovely body.' She pulled the towel away. 'There. That's better.' Brenda handed him a cup of coffee.
'Thanks.' He sat on the bed to drink it. 'What do you want to do today? Swim? Play golf? Tennis? Or just stay here and fuck?'
'Take it easy, Brenda. I just woke up.'
'I want to see you up. See you up all the way. I want to see your cock up. I want to feel your hard prick up inside my cunt. I want to feel you fuck me. I want to feel you come. Come in my cunt.'
'Brenda, let me finish my breakfast, okay?'
'I want it, Carl. I want sex. I want all you can give me.'
'Later, all right?'
'Now, now! Fuck me now, Carl. Be a man for me. Be a man, Carl. A real man. Now. In my cunt. Now!'
'Knock it off Brenda.' Carl had to push her aside to get up and get some orange juice.
'Oh, sure. You get to do it whenever you want, but when I want some action I don't get it.'
'Shut up,' he said quietly. 'Just shut your mouth.' He swallowed some juice. 'I'll fuck you. Fuck the shit out of you later. First I want to hit the beach.' He finished the glass in one long swallow. 'I mean it. Later.' He opened the dresser and fished out a bathing suit. 'I'll tell you when.' He pulled up the suit and opened the drapes.
'Damn nice day out there. Let's try to have some fun.' Carl slid back the door and walked into the bright sunshine.
'Shit.' Brenda poured herself a second cup of coffee and lit another cigarette.
Marilyn made a final adjustment to her brief bikini and went back to the bedroom. 'Uh, honey, is… is this okay?'
Dave looked at her. The suit was three triangles of yellow silk held together with string. Two triangles barely covered the nipples, the third, a bit larger, just hid her pussy.
'Goddamn!'
'Do you like it?'
'Like it? Christ, it's the sexiest thing I've ever seen. Fantastic.'
'I… I won't wear it if you don't want me to. I mean, if you think it's too daring or shows off too much of me. I want you to be proud of me… proud to married to me.'
'God damn.' He walked slowly around the woman. Her tail was concealed by another triangle of yellow silk,
