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 ï>¿The Trip Pt.  03 byVegemitemanÂ(C)

   Stuart stood in the doorway of the bedroom, staring.  The night before,
he had spent most of his evening working on his presentation for his big
meeting.  He had worked until after midnight and then finally collapsed
into bed, exhausted.  He hadn't been able to sleep initially -- he was
stressing about the following day.

   This presentation could make his career.  If he landed this client, his
position within his company would skyrocket.  He could ask whatever he
wanted from a salary perspective -- a pay rise, new car, stock options --
nothing would be off the table.  He would also be able to hand off a lot of
his smaller customers to just focus on this one.  He had tossed and turned
for a few hours before finally drifting off to sleep.

   He had dreamt he was walking along the beach with Elizabeth, holding
hands.  She was wearing almost nothing, showing off her amazing body and
ample assets.  He was in a pair of boardshorts.  They walked along the
beach until they reached a hut, where inside someone had setup a bar. 
Elizabeth told him she wanted to cool off for a bit, so as Stuart started
preparing them some drinks, she ran off into the waves, diving under the
water and emerging, her hair wet and flowing down her back.

   She started swimming around lazily, enjoying the sunshine and the cool
water.  Suddenly the scene shifted -- it was night time.  The ocean was
dark and rough, a harsh wind whipping across the beach.  Stuart walked out
of the hut with a drink in each hand, looking around confused.  He called
out for his wife, worried now as the waves were crashing with intensity. 
He heard voices nearby and headed towards them.  As he got closer, over the
sound of the waves and the wind, he heard Elizabeth.

   She sounded like she was in pain.  Dropping the drinks, he ran as fast
as he could towards her but the sand slowed him down, like it was trying to
hold his feet.  He finally reached a small sand hill and crested it -- and
stopped dead in his tracks.  There on the sand, hidden from the wind, was
Elizabeth.  Stark naked, she was on all fours, hair pushed over her right
shoulder.  Behind her was a man.  Stuart couldn't make out his face, almost
like it had been obscured on purpose.

   The man was kneeling behind his wife, hands on her hips as he roughly
pounded into her, his pelvis crashing into her butt cheeks like the waves
crashing on the beach.  He kept a furious pace, slamming himself fully into
Elizabeth before pulling almost all the way out.  Elizabeth was looking
straight at Stuart, her eyes staring directly into his.  She looked like
she was in a trance, rocking backwards to meet the man's thrusts.

   She was moaning loud enough to hear her over the wind, obviously
enjoying the pulverizing she was receiving.  She kept staring straight at
Stuart as she rocked, her moans getting louder and louder.  Finally, she
threw her head back and screamed, in a voice and pitch Stuart had never
heard before.

   "MAKE ME CUM, PLEASE!  MAKE ME CUMMMMMMM..."

   Her voice trailed off as her body went stiff, shaking.  Her head dropped
forward and Stuart could see every muscle in her body quake.  He tried to
step forward, to reach her, help her up but the sand had swallowed his
feet, not letting him move.  Elizabeth kept screaming, orgasm after orgasm
rocking her body.  The man kept pounding away until he finally pulled out,
spraying his seed all over her back.  Elizabeth moaned loudly as she felt
the hot jizz land.

   Stuart suddenly woke up.  He was in bed at the hotel, a light sheet
covering him.  He rolled over and saw it was almost dawn and the bed beside
him was empty.  He sat up and swung his feet over the side of the bed.  He
looked down and realized he was erect -- so much so he had popped the
button on his boxers and his cock was poking out the hole.

   He stood and listened, hearing noises coming from the lounge area.  He
walked to doorway and froze.

   Stuart couldn't believe his eyes.  Elizabeth was laying on the couch in
one of his t-shirts.  She was facing the back of the couch and he could see
she had a cushion between her thighs.  She was grinding her hips, pushing
the cushion against the couch, moaning as she did.

   Not sure if she was dreaming or awake, Stuart's cock grew even harder.
He watched for a moment or two, listening to his wife's moans and groans,
before silently making his way over to the couch.  He crouched down behind
her and began to stroke her hair.  Her head leant backwards into his hand,
her moans getting louder.  She reached back and took his hand, placing it
on her breast.

   As Stuart tweaked her very erect nipple, he heard her say something
softly under her breath.  He leant closer to her and whispered in her ear
"What was that, baby?" Elizabeth turned slightly; her eyes still closed "Oh
Dom..." she moaned before rolling back towards the couch, her hips
increasing in pace.

   Stuart couldn't believe what he was hearing.  Here was his wife, fast
asleep, humping a cushion while dreaming about a man she only met 2 days
ago.  The feeling in the pit of his stomach was hard to identify -- he felt
slightly nauseous & slightly angry.

   His cock however was twitching like mad, pre-cum oozing out the tip like
a leaky tap.  He had held a fantasy about watching Elizabeth with another
man for years.  She had told him a story a few months prior about a weekend
away with Jayne where she may or may not have given another guy a blowjob
and in turn had cum on his fingers.

   He didn't really believe that story had actually taken place, but here
was his wife, the love of his life, moaning like a cat on heat while
whispering another man's name!!  Sitting back on his heels, Stuart noticed
something on his wife's arm, only able to do so because the moonlight
coming in through the balcony door had illuminated her just right.

   Grabbing her phone from the end table, he switched on the torch and took
a closer look.  There were the beginnings of bruising there, in the shape
of large, fat fingers.  Someone had very roughly grabbed her arm.  He
shined the torch along her and saw some bruising behind her knees also. 
Getting worried, he gently shook her shoulder, softly calling her name. 
Her hips stopped moving and she rolled over, looking at him groggily.  He
could tell she had drunk a lot while out with Holly, so he wasn't sure what
sort of response he was going to get from her.

   "Baby, why are you all bruised?  What happened?" he could hear the
concern in his voice, pleased it was masking the other feelings brewing
inside him.  Elizabeth smacked her lips together a couple of times,
obviously very dry.  He handed her the glass of water beside the couch and
she took 3 very large gulps, finishing the glass.

   She shook her head slightly and her eyes seemed to clear a bit.  She
looked around the room a couple of times, then seemed to notice him
crouched in front of her.  Focusing hard, she smiled at him -- a very
crooked, drunken smile.

   "Hey there sexy -- what are you doing here?" Her words came out slurred,
the alcohol obviously playing its part.  Stuart reached up and brushed some
hair from her eyes, tucking it behind her ear.  She leant her face into his
hands, almost purring as she did.  Her eyes dropped and she saw his dick
poking out of his boxers.  Her hand reached down and stroked it, causing it
to twitch.  She looked up at Stuart and smiled.  He removed her hand and
looked into her eyes intently.

   "Babe, focus.  Why are you all bruised?"

   "Huh?  Oh, yeah.  Some asshole at the club got handsy with me.  It
almost got out of hand but Dom took care of him.  We should do something
nice for him to say thanks!" Her words were very slurred but Stuart got the
idea.  She reached for his dick again, muttering something about needing it
inside her.  Instead, Stuart stood and scooped her up in his arms.

   He carried her to the bedroom and gently laid her down.  He kissed her
forehead and went to get her some more water.  By the time he returned, she
was snoring her head off.  He lifted her legs so he could put the sheet
over her and he caught a glimpse of her pussy -- it was soaking wet and her
clit was sticking out prominently.  Her dreams had obviously been good.

   He tucked her in and climbed into bed beside her.  His mind was racing
-- he needed to know what had happened at the club that gave his wife
bruises, how Dominick was involved and more importantly, details about his
wife's dream!  Eventually he drifted off to sleep.

   When Elizabeth woke the next day, there was a big glass of water, some
painkillers and a note beside the bed.  Realising Stuart had already left
for his meeting, she laid her head back down on the pillow and stretched
out.  Her wrist was still sore and the backs of her knees were aching.  The
events of the previous night all started coming back to her.  She took a
drink of water and swallowed the pain killers before starting to read the
note:

   "Baby, you looked so peaceful sleeping this morning that I didn't want
to wake you.  There are some isotonic drinks in the fridge if your headache
is too bad and more pain killers in the bathroom.  I should be done by
mid-afternoon, so I will see you then.  We need to talk about last night, I
need to know what happened to leave you in that state!  Love you always,
Stuart XXX"

   Elizabeth wasn't sure what he meant.  What about last night?  Come to
think of it, how had she ended up in bed?  The last thing she remembered
was coming home, seeing him asleep and crashing on the couch.  She had
dreamt...

   She sat upright, suddenly very awake and alert.  Her dream about
Dominick.  It has been so vivid.  She could remember the taste of his lips,
the feeling of his rough hands all over her body.  Her stomach dropped as
she remembered the feeling of his girthy cock splitting her up the middle
as he fucked her.  His soft stubble rubbing against her skin, his breath on
her -- it was all so real.

   Had Stuart heard her moaning?  She vaguely remembered seeing his face,
but she couldn't tell if it was a dream or not.  She couldn't explain how
she ended up in bed.  She stood up, gingerly so the room wouldn't spin, and
saw she was still wearing his t-shirt.  She decided she needed to do
something nice for her husband -- partly out of a sense of guilt, partly
because he had the most important meeting of his career and today and, good
or bad, she wanted to show him how proud she was.

   She downed an isotonic drink, smiling as she did so because Stuart had
gotten her blue, her preferred flavour.  After a nice long, hot shower, she
got dressed and headed downstairs.  She hailed a cab and instructed the
driver to take her into town.

   At about the time Elizabeth was waking up, Stuart was sitting in a
boardroom in a building across the other side of the island.  He had
decided against wearing his suit to the meeting and was glad about it as
soon as he had entered the room.

   The crazy CEO was sitting at the head of the table in a Hawaiian shirt,
top 3 buttons undone.  His bare feet were on the desk and Stuart could see
he was wearing shorts.  To his right was the head of the local office,
wearing a polo shirt and shorts also.  Stuart looked down at his shirt and
slacks and, while still feeling overdressed, was very happy he decided
against the suit.  Introductions were made and the meeting began.

   The stories about the CEO were correct -- he was a bit of a maverick. 
In the middle of key discussions points, he got up from the table and
started out at the ocean.  He then spent 15 minutes regaling the room with
a tale of a party on his yacht that ended up with him vomiting over the
side from too many cocktails while getting a BJ from one of the crew! 
Stuart laughed at the appropriate times and then brought the conversation
back to business, talking about discounting levels.

   2 hours in they had a break.  Stuart checked his phone and saw a message
from Elizabeth:

   "Hey spunky bum, thx for letting me sleep and for the meds!  I needed it
XO.  Hope things are going well.  Can't wait to see you.  I have a surprise
for you XOXO"

   Before Stuart could reply, the CEO came rumbling back into the room, a
furious look on his face.  He launched into a tirade about a competitor. 
He looked Stuart dead in the eye, pointing his stubby index finger and a
lit cigar at him.

   "Boy, all this means nothing to me if I don't stop losing business to
these ASSHOLES!" he pounded the table to emphasise his point.  "If your
company can commit to me long term and offer exclusivity in your market, I
will give you whatever god damn discount you want on our products.  Just
help me lock these motherfuckers out and we have a deal!"

   Stuart looked down at his talking points.  He had been up all night
preparing, working out strategies to get to a mutually beneficial
arrangement for his company and their supplier.  On the last card he had
written "EXCLUSIVITY!!", underlining it 3 times.  It had been his hail-mary
-- if things were looking bad, he would offer it to try and turn the deal
around.  Now, it was being demanded by the supplier but in a way that gave
Stuart all the power.  He was shocked.

   "Well, I am not sure I am authorised to offer exclusivity without you
giving US exclusivity in return.  We will only sell your products as long
as you ONLY supply to us in return -- I can't see it working any other
way."

   This was a ballsy move and Stuart knew it!  Offering to only sell a
supplier's product was one thing, but to ask to be the ONLY supplier of
that product in a country the size of Australia -- that was something else
entirely.  Stuart waited, watching.  The CEO looked at Stuart with what
appeared to be scepticism.  He then looked at his cigar, studying it for a
moment or two.  Finally, he looked up at Stuart and burst out laughing!

   "Fine!  We will exclusively sell to you, only if you commit to not
selling any of our competitors' product.  Let's get this sumbitch signed
and go and have a god damn drink!" He slammed his hand on the table again
and let out a roar of laughter.  As he went to stand up, Stuart spoke

   "Before we do, about that discount?  Now I know you were giving OUR
competitor a 38% discount as standard and a deeper discount if they sold
more than 10,000 units a month.  If we are only going to be selling your
products, I want 45% to start with and a deeper discount once we reach
8,000 units a month.  You know we have a larger customer base; you know we
have a better reach and now, with exclusivity, you know we will only sell
your merch.  I think that's fair, don't you?"

   Stuart was holding his breath.  Had he just pushed it too far?

   "You little bastard!  You Aussies sure know how to negotiate!  Alright,
45% base and 8000 units per month." He stood and offered his hand to
Stuart, who gladly took it.  Stuart felt like his heart was about to burst
through his chest.  He had done it -- he had just signed the biggest global
supplier for his company!  The CEO was talking to him but he didn't hear a
word -- all he could think about was racing back to the hotel to tell
Elizabeth.

   He realised he couldn't run off straight away -- that would be poor
form. Instead he went to the nearest bar with everyone from the meeting and
shouted some drinks.  He nursed his beer, not wanting to be stuck there too
long.  After a few hours, he gave the bartender his credit card details and
told him to keep the tab running until the CEO and staff decided enough was
enough.  He bid farewell, hailed a cab and headed back to the hotel.

   He was about to text Elizabeth the good news when he decided to surprise
her instead.  He had the cab driver stop and he made two purchases before
heading back to the hotel.

   Elizabeth had been busy all afternoon.  She had spent most of the day
shopping, looking for something special for Stuart.  Nothing she looked at
seemed special enough and she was getting increasingly frustrated.  A quick
text conversation with Holly had led her to a shop where she had been
overwhelmed with choices.  She picked out a couple of things then headed to
the grocery store, determined to cook him something special for dinner.

   Loaded up with bags, she hailed a cab and headed back to the hotel.  She
set to work on dinner, spending a couple of hours making a 3-course meal,
punctuated with his favourite desert -- lemon meringue pie.  Once dinner
was ready, she freshened herself up and waited for Stuart to return,
sipping a drink on the balcony, looking out towards the ocean as the sun
set.

   She heard the elevator ding and headed towards the door.  Hoping for
good news but prepared for the worst, she stood just inside, waiting to see
if the look on his face gave away the outcome of the meeting.

   Stuart exited the elevator and stopped just outside the door.  A bottle
of champagne in one hand, a gift for Elizabeth in his back pocket, he
rearranged his face to be as neutral as possible.  He didn't want to give
away his good news too early.  He took two deep breaths, then opened the
door.  As he stepped through, all his thoughts of trying to trick Elizabeth
into thinking the meeting had gone badly evaporated.

   She was standing towards the centre of the lounge area.  Her hair had
been straightened again, flowing down her back.  She was wearing a flowing,
brightly coloured dress with spaghetti straps and a low-cut front that
showed off her amazing cleavage.  Stuart stopped dead where he stood, his
breath taken away by his beautiful wife.

   He took three massive steps toward her and wrapped his free hand around
her waist, dragging her to him before kissing her forcefully, their lips
mashing together.  He held her like this for what felt like an eternity,
kissing the most beautiful woman in the world.  Finally, he let go and
stepped back, catching his breath.  Elizabeth looked a little wobbly,
shocked by the intensity of her husband's kiss.  Stuart couldn't hold it in
any longer.  He showed Elizabeth the champagne bottle and his face broke
into a huge grin.

   "We did it, Baby!  They signed.  They agreed to everything I asked for.
We did it!" he raised his arms in celebration and let out a loud whoop. 
Elizabeth had never seen him so excited.  He put the bottle down and
wrapped both his arms around her, pulling her too him again.  She nestled
into his chest.

   "I couldn't have done this without you, Elizabeth.  All the late nights,
all the early mornings.  All the trips away -- none of it would have
happened without you!  And your Mum -- we have to do something nice for
her! I was thinking we buy her a new car!"

   Elizabeth broke his grip and took two steps back.  Did he just say...

   "Buy her a car!?  I know you are excited babe, and I know she has done a
lot for us, but we can't afford that!"

   Stuart's face broke into an even bigger grin.  He explained to her that
on his way back to the hotel, he had spoken to his boss.  After some
cheering down the phone, his boss had explained the actual size of the deal
in a monetary sense.  While Stuart was trying to comprehend those numbers,
his boss had detailed the commission due on the deal, and since Stuart had
led it from start to finish, he was getting it all.

   Then he told Stuart that to deal with a customer of this size, it would
require someone at the VP level or above.  And since the CEO of the
customer had insisted on dealing only with Stuart, he had been promoted and
his boss told him his new renumeration package.

   Elizabeth looked wobbly again and had to sit on the couch.  She leaned
forward and put her head in her hands.  All of a sudden, with this one
commission, all their money worries would evaporate.  On top of that, with
Stuart's new wage, they would be able to buy her Mum a new car -- and
probably one for Stuart and herself as well.  Stuart crouched down in front
of her, taking her hands in his, and looked her in the eye.

   "We have both worked and sacrificed so much for this.  This is going to
change our lives.  I wanted to get you something nice and I wanted to
celebrate." Standing up, he lifted her to her feet.  "So, I got us this,"
He showed her the bottle of champagne, "And I brought you this." He took
the small box out of his back pocket and handed it to her.  Elizabeth
opened it to find the most amazing necklace she had ever seen.

   A white gold chain, it sparkled in the light.  It also had a beautiful
diamond pendant in the shape of a tear drop.  Elizabeth was shocked --
apart from her engagement and wedding rings, Stuart had never brought her
jewellery before as she never really wore it.  He took it from her and
turned her around by the shoulders.  She moved her hair to the side and he
draped it around her neck.  Clasping it at the back, he let it slide into
place.

   The pendant nestled wonderfully at the top of Elizabeth's cleavage,
accentuating an already spectacular view.  She turned back to her husband
and this time; she was the aggressor.  Grabbing his face, she pulled it to
hers and kissed him, her tongue instantly finding his.

   Stuart ran his hands down his wife's back, finding her arse.  Gripping
it, he pulled her hips closer, grinding his growing cock into her stomach.
Tongues lashing each other, he started to try and lift her dress from the
bottom, exposing her lower half.  Elizabeth broke their kiss.  "I made
dinner and desert.  If we don't eat it now, it will be ruined!" Stuart dug
his cock into her a little more, kissing her again.

   "I need you.  I need to taste you.  I need to feel you wrapped around
me." He punctuated each sentence with a kiss to her cheek, her neck and her
forehead.  Elizabeth was about to lose herself but she pushed him away
gently.

   "Sorry, but you will have to wait.  I worked too hard on this.  Now open
that champagne while I serve dinner.  Go and wait out on the balcony." She
slapped his arse on the way past him to the kitchen.  He grabbed the bottle
of champagne, adjusted his erect penis in his pants, and went out to the
balcony.

   Stuart told Elizabeth all about his meeting over dinner, about how
nervous he was, about the phone call that led to the agreement, exactly
what his boss had said afterwards, everything.

   They sat opposite each other, arms outstretched across the table,
holding hands.  As Stuart finished his story, he turned serious and looked
deep into his wife's eyes.

   "Now.  Tell me what happened last night.  Why are you bruised?"

   Elizabeth rubbed his hand.  "I am okay, I promise.  It was just a
misunderstanding." Stuart shook his head.  "This," he said as he turned her
arm to see the bruises, darker now than they had been, "is not a
'misunderstanding'.  What happened?"

   Elizabeth told him the story, explaining how Dom had happened to be
there and stepped in, and how Holly had ended by punting the creep straight
in the balls.  Stuart sat there listening, not saying a word.  Elizabeth
tugged on his fingers, bringing him out of his daze.

   "Hey, are you ok?" she asked him as she rubbed the back of his hand. 
Stuart shook his head.

   "Not really.  I want to find this guy and beat the shit out of him.  I
want make him hurt in ways he didn't know he COULD hurt.  I want to thank
Dominick for stepping in to help you out and I want to high five Holly for
kicking the prick in the balls." He smiled as he said this, showing her, he
was ok.  "I should have been there to protect you, to make sure this didn't
happen."

   Elizabeth stood up quickly from the table, her chair tipping over
backwards.  She stormed around to where he was seated.

   "WHAT!?  What did you say?  You think I need protection?  You think I
can't look after myself?  You think I am some weak little girl who needs a
big strong man to protect her?  Could a weak little girl do this?  I
slammed a punch into the bastard's jaw just the way you taught me.  He was
so drunk all it did was make him angry."

   She was yelling at him as she wound back and punched him in the
shoulder. Stuart felt his arm go a little weak, like she had given him a
partial dead arm.  He jumped out of his chair and took a step back as she
swung again.  Her reaction was not what he had expected at all, until he
saw the grin on her face.  She was messing with him, and doing a damn good
job at it!  He waved her forward, mocking her.

   "C'mon Rocky, let's see what you got."

   Elizabeth took two steps forward and went to swing at him, but he
suddenly lurched forward, closing the distance between them in a step.  He
stepped behind her and grabbed her wrists.  He pinned her arm to her chest
and pulled her towards him, overpowering her.  Once she was close to him,
he leaned in and kissed her neck, attacking the skin with his lips.  He
held her other wrist to her side, not allowing her to move.

   He continued to assault her neck with kisses until he used his grip on
her arm to spin her around to face him.  His lips found hers instantly and
they locked together.  He let go of her arms and his hands found her arse
again.  Elizabeth's arms wrapped around his neck, holding his head still.

   After what seemed an eternity, Elizabeth stepped away.  She was
breathing heavily, a look of pure lust on her face.

   "Clean this up and meet me in the bedroom in five minutes." She kissed
him again before walking off to the bedroom.  Stuart watched her go, his
desire peaking.  He set about cleaning up, taking the leftovers to the
fridge, putting the dishes in the dishwasher, tidying the table.  He was
taking his time, knowing that she would expect him to be there at five
minutes on the dot.  Finally, after ten minutes, he heard her call out from
the bedroom.

   "You better hurry otherwise I might be done before you get here!"

   Stuart walked into the bedroom and his heart stopped.  Elizabeth was in
the bed, laying on a mountain of pillows on her stomach.  She was wearing
fishnet stockings and heels, her arse and pussy pointing towards the
bedroom door.  In her hand was a dildo and she was reaching back and
rubbing it all around her entrance, teasing herself.  Stuart couldn't
believe his eyes.  Her pussy was sopping wet, glistening in the light.  The
biggest shock to him was the dildo.

   They had never been shy about sex toys -- they had a nice little
collection of vibrators, clit stimulators and dildos at home.  Elizabeth
had always maintained that Stuart's cock was the perfect size for her --
length and girth.  So, any vibrator or dildo they owned were always about
the same size.  The one in her hand now though was different.  Even from
this angle, Stuart could see it was longer and thicker, by some margin,
than any of the toys at home.  Elizabeth kept rubbing it against herself,
never sliding it in.  She looked back over her shoulder at her husband.

   "Are you going to stand there all night or are you going to join me?"

   Stuart could not have undressed any quicker.  He threw his clothes on
the floor and all but ran to the bed.  He climbed on the bed behind her and
took the dildo, amazed at its size even more now he was holding it.  He
continued to tease her with it, rubbing it against her clit and around her
entrance until she was pushing her hips back towards it.

   She whimpered.  "Please baby, I need it inside me."

   Stuart smiled as he lowered his head.  He heard a sharp intake of breath
as his mouth closed over her clit -- he always loved eating out his wife,
especially from behind.  He sucked her gently, using his tongue to flick
her pleasure nub.  His hands went to her arse cheeks, kneading them,
pulling them apart as he drove his face further towards her.  Her hips
began to buck backwards, almost fucking his face.

   He began to flick his tongue quickly, wanting to make her cum.  She
buried her face in the pillows as he felt her whole body tighten.  He heard
her cry out as her juices flowed onto his face, coating his mouth and chin.
She began to shake as he continued his assault on her clit.  When she
couldn't take it anymore, she rolled over onto her back, breaking the
contact.  Her skin was flush, her breathing heavy.  He noticed her new
necklace resting between her breasts.  Elizabeth looked at him.

   "Fuck, you do that so well.  Give me a minute to recover and them I am
going to ride you like a racehorse!"

   Stuart shook his head.  "When you're ready, stand up and come with me."

   Elizabeth looked at him, puzzled.  She took a moment or two to compose
herself then climbed off the bed.  Stuart took her hand and led her back to
the balcony, still only wearing her necklace, stockings and heels.  The sun
had set and it was dark, the ocean waves crashing on the beach below.  The
pool area of the hotel was directly below them.

   The area was well lit, with a large pool surrounded by huts and a swim
up bar.  There were pool chairs arranged around the side of the pool, most
with towels or clothes on them.  There were probably 30 guests in the pool
as it was a warm night.  With all the lights pointing downwards, no one
would notice what was happening 9 storeys above them.

   Stuart walked Elizabeth right up to the railing.  He stood behind her,
his iron hard cock poking into her butt cheek.  He wrapped his hands around
her and held her breasts, tweaking her nipples.

   "See all those people down there?  Do you think they can see us?  Do you
think they will notice me fucking you up here?" he whispered in her ear.

   Elizabeth shuddered, and not from the temperature.  Her mind went back
to Corey, to him fingering her to orgasm while her friends were only metres
away.  Did Stuart know?  She had never mentioned anything to him before. 
He was kissing her neck, his fingers working their magic on her nipples.

   He then stood up, placing his hand on her neck.  He gently pushed her
forward until she was almost doubled over, staring straight down at the
pool area.  Stuart took her hands and placed them on the railing in front
of her.  He positioned himself behind her, one hand on her hip and he
slowly entered her.  She moaned loudly and he stretched her but something
felt different.  She looked around and watched as he pushed the dildo into
her pussy, a lustful smile on his face.

   When Elizabeth had gone shopping earlier, her phone call with Holly had
led her to a high-end adult store.  She had found the fishnet stockings and
knew straight away that is what she wanted.  She had been about to leave
when she walked past the sex toy section.  The sheer number of items for
sale had boggled her mind.  There were solid gold dildos for $1,200, there
were double ended, fist shaped ones -- the choice was remarkable.

   She hadn't planned on buying a toy but one in particular caught her
attention.  It was bigger than her toys at home, that was easy to see.  She
looked at the packet and it was eight inches long and over six inches in
width.  It was super realistic, with veins running up and down it, a large
set of balls at the bottom, a darkish tan colour and deep pink head. 
Without understanding why, she had purchased it with her stockings and
headed off to the grocery store.

   Now that Stuart was slowly sliding it inside her boiling hot snatch, she
was extremely glad she had procured it.  The wide head had stretched her
entrance almost to the point of pain, but then it had popped in, slowly
sliding deeper and deeper towards her cervix.  The feeling was incredible.
Stuart slowly dragged it backwards, until the head was resting just inside
her, then he pushed it in again, slightly faster this time.  Eyes closed,
engrossed in her pleasure, she felt a sharp smack on her arse.  Looking
back, Stuart was staring at her.

   "Keep your eyes open!  Look at them all down there, swimming, drinking,
thinking they are having fun but with no idea you are having the time of
your life just metres above them."

   Elizabeth shuddered again, a combination of Stuart's authoritarian order
and the familiarity of her experience at the river with Corey.  She did as
she was told and watched the other guests below.  She watched as a man
bombed into the pool, his impact with the water coinciding with the dildo
bottoming out inside her, causing her breath to catch and a loud moan to
escape her lips.  Stuart left the dildo in there, slowly using his finger
to rub her clit.  She could feel another orgasm building and could tell it
was going to be large.  Letting go of the hand rail briefly, she grabbed a
cushion off the chair near her and placed it in her mouth, biting down
hard. The pool area was noisy but if anyone else was on their balconies,
they would hear her scream when she came.

   Stuart watched her bite down on the pillow and picked up the pace,
knowing how close she was.  He couldn't help but admire the view.  The
fishnet stockings, the large, chunky heels that made her legs look amazing,
her arse out for the world to see.  Stuart was shocked at his wife's
exhibitionist streak.  He had seen her blush when talking about Corey to
Jayne, he had seen how she reacted to their playing on the plane, hundreds
of people within earshot.  The blowjob in this very spot the day before.

   Suddenly, a thought struck him.  The blowjob.  The other balconies ...
Dominick.  Stuart began pumping the dildo harder, causing his wife to
almost drop the pillow from her mouth as she gasped at the sudden increase
in speed.  Stuart stretched his neck up to see if he could see anyone on
Dominick's balcony.  From where he was, he couldn't tell.  He moved
slightly to the side, trying to get a better angle.  There!  The balcony
where he saw Dominick yesterday.  He could see a light coming from inside
but the curtains were closed, the door seemingly shut.

   He kept up the pace with the dildo, sensing how close his wife was.  He
leant forward; his mouth next to her ear.  He kissed her cheek and
whispered.  "See the light over here, on your right?  That is Dominick's
room.  Do you think he is watching us right now?" He kissed her cheek again
and moved behind her.

   Elizabeth was in a world of her own -- zoned out except for the sexual
pleasure radiating every pore of her body.  Once Stuart had increased the
pace of his pounding, every nerve ending in her genital area was screaming
in pleasure.  She had her eyes open, but couldn't tell what she was looking
at, too focused on the sensation building in her.  When she felt him kiss
her cheek and whisper in her ear, she was shocked out of her trance.

   Now she couldn't take her eyes off the balcony.  She felt Stuart moving
behind her, but the dildo was still sliding in and out of her, taking most
of her attention.  She felt Stuart kneading her arse cheek, she felt his
cock rubbing against her thigh, she felt his thumb briefly brush between
her cheeks, something that would normally cause her to stop and tell him to
move it, but she couldn't think of anything else right now but the balcony
to her right.  She vaguely heard Stuart say her name a couple of times so
she turned her head towards him.

   "Cum for my baby, cum on this cock." She nodded her head numbly, too
preoccupied to speak, even if she wasn't biting down on the pillow hard
enough to crack concrete.  She turned her head back towards the railing
when she noticed movement to her right.  Dominick stepped out onto his
balcony, shirtless and in a pair of tight boxers.  He had a drink in his
hand and was just about to take a sip when he looked up and to the left. 
His hand stopped midway to his mouth as his jaw dropped.  Their eyes
locked.

   Stuart felt rather than saw his wife begin to orgasm.  He felt her legs
go stiff as steel, the muscles under the skin tightening.  Her arse
clenched, his hand feeling the muscles in the cheek tense and begin to
shake.  He looked forward, his attention until then focused on the dildo
and saw the pillow drop from her mouth.  She cried out, not her normal
sound when hitting the peak, but a more primal, guttural sound.  Like
something that had been stuck within her had finally escaped.

   He felt her body pushing the dildo, her vaginal muscles squeezing it so
tight it was being forced out.  It fell into his hand with a pop, followed
by a flow of liquid from her pussy.  He stared at the pool of fluid
collecting on the concrete floor under her before looking up to check on
her.  Elizabeth's whole body was shaking, her cry still coming from her
lips.  Her head was turned to the right and her neck rigid, not moving.

   Stuart glanced and saw what Elizabeth was looking at.  Dominick was on
his balcony, looking up in their direction.  The look on his face and the
tent in his underwear letting Stuart know he had seen what just happened.
Elizabeth kept moaning, her body shaking until Stuart saw Dominick turn
around and go back into his room, shutting the door behind him.

   Stuart wrapped his arms around Elizabeth's waist, supporting her.  Her
weight dropped into his arms as she finally finished.  He held her there
until he could drag a chair over with his foot.  He sat down and pulled her
onto his lap, his arms still supporting her weight.

   Elizabeth was exhausted.  She had never experienced anything like that
before.  Her whole body had felt like it was made of steel.  She had wanted
to turn her head away, close her eyes -- anything to not be staring at
Dominick as her orgasm ripped through her but she'd been unable to look
elsewhere.

   Her body had betrayed her and she had stared into his eyes while the
waves of ecstasy had crashed through her like a tsunami.  She turned her
head and looked down.  Stuart was staring up at her, his big brown eyes
full of love and wonder.  His wonderful, full lips had a slight smile on
them, like he hid some secret he desperately wanted to share but couldn't.
His arms were around her like a vice, a welcome feeling because she wasn't
sure if she could support herself at the moment.

   She looked down and saw his cock poking up, resting between his stomach
and her thigh.  The head was shiny, pre-cum all over it.  She could see it
twitch every so often, in time with his heart beat.  She looked again at
his face and felt ashamed.  She was married to the most wonderful man, a
man who had given her everything she could ever have dreamed of and while
making love to him, she had orgasmed while looking into the eyes of another
man, a man who, less than twenty-four hours earlier, she had the most vivid
sexual dream of her life about.  How could she have done this?  How could
she have betrayed the love of her life in this way?

   Stuart sat, watching Elizabeth.  Her breathing started to slow; her skin
started to lose some of the flushness it had earlier.  Her muscles had
stopped shaking.  He looked at her in wonder.  That display had been one of
the most erotic things he had ever witnessed in his life.  Watching her be
"fucked" from behind, looking out over a crowd of people, was simply
amazing.  Seeing her orgasm while looking at another man, a man she barely
knew, while he was watching her, was downright breathtaking.

   Stuart's fantasy of watching Elizabeth with another man had always been
her with a stranger, someone she had just met and had found so incredibly
desirable that she just could not resist.  It always involved her meeting
them at a bar or a club.  Never had he thought about it being someone she
had met in a completely non-sexual way like at an airport lounge with her
husband.  Now, it had gone straight to the top of his fantasy scenarios.

   His cock twitched between his stomach and her thigh.  He then realised
how much he needed a release.  He put his arms under her knees and around
her shoulders and stood, lifting her up.  He leaned forward and kissed her,
sensing some hesitation on her part at first.  Once his tongue touched her
bottom lip, her hand went to the back of his head and she returned his
passion, tongues dancing.  He laid her on the bed and settled beside her,
his cock resting on her hip.

   They continued to kiss, his hands roaming her body, playing with her
nipples, slowly running down over her belly, into her pubic hair.  She
grabbed his wrist just as he was about to touch her pussy.  "Stop, please.
It is still really sensitive down there." She took his hand and placed it
back on her breast.

   They continued to kiss until Stuart couldn't take it any longer.  He
broke the kiss and propped himself up on his elbow, looking down at her. 
Her beauty took his breath away.  He began slowly tracing a circular
pattern on her nipples, down over her belly and back up to her other
nipple. Each time he got to her belly, he went a little lower, gently
brushing against her pubes.

   "Did you like Dominick watching you cum?" he asked suddenly, as his
fingers ran through her pubic hair on their way back to her nipples. 
Elizabeth froze, unsure of what to say.

   "It's ok, I know you saw him and I know he saw you.  I could see how
much he enjoyed the show.  Did you enjoy giving him a show?" he tweaked her
nipple as he asked her, causing her breath to catch in her throat. 
Elizabeth didn't know what to say but she knew she couldn't lie.  She
slowly nodded her head.  Stuart shuddered; his breath ragged.

   He dropped his face and kissed her again, forcefully and passionately.
His fingers tweaked her nipples, not painfully but unquestionably harder
than he normally would.

   "Did putting on a show make you cum harder?" Elizabeth nodded again, his
attention to her nipples sending pleasure coursing through her body,
centred in her groin.

   "Was it the show or Dominick that made you cum so hard and long?" Again,
Elizabeth didn't know how to answer.  Stuart dropped his mouth to her other
nipple, licking and sucking.  She started squirming on the bed.  He looked
up, expectantly.  Elizabeth closed her eyes; she couldn't look at him when
she said it.

   "It was Dominick." The words left her mouth and hung in the air.  How
was Stuart going to react?

   Stuart heard the words, felt them land in his brain.  They sat there,
large and bold, waiting for him to process them.  His mind finally kicked
back into gear.  He sat up quickly, looking at his wife.  She had her eyes
closed and he could feel the tension in her, the worry.  He rolled on top
of her, causing her to open her eyes.  Staring at her, he kept rolling
across the bed, his hands behind her, until he was on his back, Elizabeth
on top of him.

   He pushed his thighs between hers and spread his legs, opening her also.
He then pushed her shoulders gently, until she was sitting up, mounted on
top of him.  She could feel his cock resting against her mound, throbbing,
rigid as steel.  His hands went to her hips, gripping them.

   "Did you dream about him last night, after you got home from the club?"
Again, Elizabeth nodded, now staring into his eyes as she did.  Stuart
groaned, pushing his hips upward, putting more pressure on his dick.

   "I saw you.  I came out of the bedroom and you had a cushion between
your legs, fucking it against the couch.  You moaned his name." He grabbed
her breasts, bringing a nipple to his mouth, and ground his cock into her
again.  The feeling of it against her bush was enjoyable to say the least.
She began to slowly rock back and forth, dragging herself along his length,
pushing down to apply more pressure.  He groaned on her tit.

   "Tell me about the dream.  Tell me what he did to you." Elizabeth
thought back to her dream.

   As drunk as she was, she remembered it quite clearly.  She began rocking
faster.

   "He showed up at our door.  We kissed.  He carried me to the couch, his
tongue in my mouth." She continued to rock her hips, hearing Stuart moan
loudly.  He let go of her tit and laid his head back, watching her keenly.
She had his undivided attention.  Her mind flashed back to the night she
told him the story about Bill, the fictional man she had sucked off.  She
smiled inwardly, remembering Stuart's reaction.

   "We got undressed and I felt his cock.  It was so big and thick and
HARD." Stuart moaned again, forcing his cock against her.  "Is it bigger
than mine?" Elizabeth nodded, eliciting a growl from her husband.  "How do
you know?" Elizabeth explained about the plane, seeing the outline through
his sweat pants.  Another groan.  "Is that why you brought such a large
dildo?"

   The question hit Elizabeth hard -- had that been why she had picked that
one?  It was certainly larger than anything she had used before.  She
looked down at Stuart and knew the answer -- she nodded, getting an even
louder growl from him.  She continued.

   "He fingered me on the couch, his rough fingers inside me.  Then I bent
over the couch and he ate me out, like you did earlier." This caused Stuart
to grip her hips, HARD.  His fingers dug in as he started bucking beneath
her, his dick starting to rub against her clit.  Elizabeth rotated slightly
so the pressure stayed on her clit.

   "I came twice, crying out into the pillow so we didn't wake you.  Then
he spread my legs and fucked me hard, his huge dick stretching my pussy so
wide." Stuart was thrashing below her now, his hips bucking furiously, his
fingers almost starting to hurt.  The rubbing of his cock on her clit was
starting to get to her, another wave building.

   "Then he sat down and I rode his cock." As she said this, she titled her
pelvis and, when she felt his dick touch her entrance, she plunged down,
taking it entirely on the first go.

   Stuart nearly shouted.  Elizabeth had manoeuvred herself to take his
cock inside and had sunk down, balls deep on the first thrust.  The
sensation was almost too much to bear.  Hearing her tell him about her
dream was sending him into a frenzy.  This was different than the story
about Bill -- he had seen her humping the cushion, he had heard her moan
Dominick's name, watched her cum while staring at him.  Stuart knew he was
going to lose control soon but he needed to hear the end of it.

   "I rode his cock, up and down, for what felt like hours.  It touched
places I never knew existed.  His rough hands grabbed my arse." Stuart
reached out and took both her arse cheeks in his hands, gripping them
tightly.  Elizabeth moaned noisily.

   "He started sucking my nipples, just like you do." Stuart grabbed a
nipple between his lips, sucking and licking.  Elizabeth moaned again.  Her
pace quickened, her own release rising to meet his.

   "We fucked and we fucked, moaning and squealing, careful not to wake you
but secretly WANTING to wake you, to have you catch us.  I wanted to see
you emerge from the bedroom and see what we were doing.  I wanted you to
see how I liked it and wanted more, more, more." Elizabeth was close now
and Stuart's face told her so was he.  Her nipple dropped from his mouth.

   "If I had caught you, what would you have done?" He asked quietly,
expectantly.  His thrusting slowed, needing a response more than his
release.  Elizabeth smiled.

   "I would have sucked your thick cock while he fucked me from behind.  I
would have swallowed your load while he filled my cunt with his.  I would
have come with you both inside me." Stuart roared, his nuts emptying inside
his wife, just as her orgasm crashed through her.  They slammed their hips
into each other frantically, not wanting the sensations to end.

   Eventually, Elizabeth collapsed onto Stuart's chest, completely and
utterly spent.  They laid like that for a while, breathing heavily, Stuart
rubbing his hands up and down her back.  His cock slid from her and his
seed followed, leaking onto him and the bed.  Still they didn't move. 
Elizabeth drifted off to sleep, her breathing deep and rhythmic.

   Stuart rolled her off him onto the bed and made sure she was
comfortable. He grabbed a small towel from the bathroom, running it under
warm water and gently washed her pussy, being careful not to wake her.

   When he was done, he laid down beside her and she rolled towards him,
snuggling into him, snoring softly.  As he drifted off to sleep, he
pondered if there was anyway Elizabeth would fuck Dominick for real?  Could
this be the chance to see his fantasy fulfilled?  Did he actually want it
to happen?  All sorts of thoughts played in his mind as he drifted off to
sleep.