I woke up cold. My body aching. Someone was touching my shoulder.
“Hey,” the voice said. It sounded feminine, but in the haze, I couldn’t place it.
I slowly blinked awake. I had no sense of time. The room I was in was dark. I realized I was lying on the hardwood floor alone. Back in the bungalow. Of course. It felt like I’d whiled away lifetimes lying there.
Reality rushed through me. I’d been holding Emily but now… I tried to roll and realized I was alone on the floor. My wife had slipped away. Yet another familiar feeling.
I sat up fast. My forehead hit something hard. I swear it made that cartoon coconut sound.
“Oof!” the female voice said. I felt her collapse next to me on the floor.
“Crap are you OK?” I asked.
“I’m fine, just… Fuck.”
My eyes adjusted. Beautiful blonde Cassie was sitting on the ground next to me, holding her head. I noticed that she was completely naked. I know I shouldn’t still be having these thoughts, but that didn’t stop my mind from remarking, damn, she looks good.
“I’m OK,” Cassie repeated. “You’ve got a hard head.”
“Sorry,” I said.
“It’s my own fault. All these hardcore sports we’ve been doing, I should’ve brought a helmet.”
Cassie got up on her feet, holding her head with one hand. She reached down and offered to help me up.
“Emily?” I asked. Despite the gorgeous blonde looming over me, all I could think about was my wife and where she’d escaped to. It was like having a dangerous animal on the loose — I was worried that she was likely to hurt herself as much as others.
Cassie gave me a practiced, uncaring shrug. I had a feeling she knew the answer but wasn’t going to give it away.
“Come with me,” she said.
The beautiful blonde woman gave me her prettiest ‘please’ smile. I let her lift me off the ground. Even breathing felt like an incredible effort. People had warned me it was easy to put on weight while at Disney. After everything that had happened, I was pretty sure I was going to come home in the best shape of my life.
The room around us was dark. I had no sense of whether it was deep night or early morning. I tried to see if other people were in the room, but I couldn’t tell.
Cassie took me down the hallway, past the first bedroom. I was immediately serenaded by the sickeningly familiar squeaks of a women getting epically railed. It sounded a bit like Emily, but I couldn’t be sure. The door was shut tight, and I didn’t dare open it. Ignorance isn’t bliss, but it can be a mercy.
Cassie didn’t remark on it. She pulled me forward to the next bedroom. The door was open. The bed was freshly made. It looked remarkably inviting.
I went into the bedroom and flopped on the mattress. Cassie climbed in next to me. I know it seems odd in connection with everything else, but this felt strangely personal. Yes, we’d done it a bunch of places, a ton of different ways. But this was Cassie welcoming me into her bedroom. The place she’d slept with her husband all week. It should have been mundane, but somehow it felt momentous.
Cassie curled her feet under her. She kissed me on the lips, running her hands over my chest with adoration.
“You have enough for one more?” Cassie asked. She looked pointedly down at my crotch. My dick had already answered for both of us — erect and eager. She took one look and giggled.
“Cassie, I…”
“Paul, do me a favor and let me speak for once,” Cassie said. She put her hand flat on my chest, pushing me back into the pillows. “I know what you’re going to say and it’s OK. Tomorrow you’re flying home, and everything is going back to normal. I know that.”
I started to speak again but Cassie’s eyes flashed.
“But I need this,” Cassie said, “What you did to me. I don’t think you get it. You didn’t just make me cum, Paul. It wasn’t just the best sex of my life. That’s… I don’t choose my partners that way. I don’t know any woman who does.”
I nodded. I wasn’t sure where this was going.
“But you changed something in me. Showed me something about myself,” Cassie said, “Remember I’ve done this sharing stuff a lot. I know the rules. Maybe better than anyone. But I can’t stop it.”
Cassie paused. Her breath hitched. She gave me a nervous little smile. More like the kind of look that Emily would give me.
“It’s OK,” I said, mostly because I didn’t know what else to say.
“I’m falling for you, Paul,” Cassie said, “I know. You’re married. Going to start a family. I shouldn’t fall for you but I am. I know I can’t, but I did. I know you’re not going to say ‘yes.’ But, for the rest of the time we have left together, please don’t tell me ‘no.'”
“OK,” I said. What did we say the day before? God, it seemed like weeks ago. One more day. One last hurrah. Well, the sun wasn’t up yet. So, we might as well make the most of it.
Cassie leaned down and we kissed. Not like before. This was different. Slower and yet more passionate. Cassie wasn’t showing off for the room anymore. Now she was performing only for me. Gradually, we graduated to tongue. Gentle caresses and light touches. Cassie’s fingers tangled in my thick chest hair. My digits danced on her supple breasts.
Cassie lay back and raised her hips. She spread her legs, supplicant. I moved to kiss her pussy, but Cassie pushed me away.
“Let me show you,” she said. She spread her legs further and leaned back. Drifted her finger to her snatch. I reached to stroke my cock, but she shook her head. “Just watch.”
“Oh,” Cassie said as she made contact with her sex.
The room was dark, but I saw more than enough in the shadows. The way Cassie moved her fingers, those perfectly painted scarlet nails, dancing eagerly from clit to cunt. How she slowly teased at herself.
As her need grew, Cassie lost all sense of delicacy. She jammed a finger inside herself. Two. Middle and ring buried deep. She strummed at her clitoris with her free hand. Raised her butt, humping upwards. Chest flushed. Eyes rolled back.
For any woman, that would have been amazing. With Cassie, it meant so much more. She was always so guarded, so protective of her true self. Like a paranoid turtle, any time she saw even a shadow of a threat, she’d snap back into her shell.
But that same, beautiful woman was lying back in her own bed. Body splayed. Legs flopped open. Her thighs shiny with her liquid. The scent of her sex overwhelming. She let the look of pleasure on her face, of debauched need, shine through.
This was pure, unadulterated Cassie. Flaws and all. OK, maybe she wasn’t the only person tumbling that evening.
Cassie gasped. Her hands froze. She let out a long, low moan. “Ohhhhhhhhh.” She flopped back into the bed. Eyes closed. She trembled. Her vagina made a long slow hiss, like air being let out of a balloon. Slowly, the beautiful blonde fluttered back to consciousness.
“How was that?” she asked, “Did I do good?”
I nodded. She hadn’t even touched me and already I was beyond the capacity to speak.
“Did I do OK for you, Paul?” Cassie asked, “Did I earn your awesome, thick cock?”
“Not yet,” I said, with a smirk. OK, maybe a I had few words left in me.
I dove forward, latching my mouth onto Cassie’s pussy. As soon as my tongue made contact, she let out a scream.
“Oh ffffFUCK!”
I slurped at Cassie’s blonde sex. I’d learned her preferences by then. Understood the ways she liked to be stimulated. Still, I took my time. Trying to permanently imprint that memory of her peaches and cream perfume. Her heady, womanly essence.
“Ohhhh,” Cassie said. She tilted her head back. Slid her butt forward. Submitted herself to whatever stimulation I deigned to give her.
Emily was too afraid to ever let go like this. Allison, too controlling. But Cassie, in a few short days (hours, almost) was able to give me her unconditional trust. I was going to take care of her body. I would safeguard her orgasm, carry it forward, deliver it with the grandeur and attention it deserved.
Cassie’s backside bucked. Her hands gripped my skull.
“AhhhhhhhhAH!” the gasp shot out of her like steam. Her whole body snapped around me. A hot burst of pungent liquid spattered my cheeks. Cassie fell back to the bed. A goofy grin played on her lips.
I lifted my head, giving her a cunt-juice-sticky wink. Cassie looked at my eager, puppy dog face and laughed.
“You should grow a beard,” she told me, “It’d be super sexy.”
“OK?” I said, cocking my eyebrow. It was a strange non sequitur, even for sex talk.
“Trust me,” Cassie said, “You’ll see what I mean.”
I shrugged and lay down next to her. I cupped her breast. The soft, warm flesh overflowed in my hand. I was not going to ever get used to that. I noticed Cassie’s pink nipple was screwed up tight. I leaned over and started to suck on it.
“No,” Cassie said, gently pushing me back. “I want your dick. I need cock. Please. Stick it in me Paul. I want to feel you stretch my little pussy.”
I smiled and lay back, gesturing to my dick like, ‘help yourself.’ Cassie spun on unsteady legs and climbed over me. She sat, poised at the point of penetration. Her eyes ran over my body like she was trying to encode my every cell.