Carla awoke early in the night. Rob snored loudly. Ronnie never had that problem. Another thing to appreciate him for. She was missing him. She was used to having him beside her as a source of comfort in the night. She was horny, too. If it was a weekend, she could wake him gently – he nearly always responded to the soft touch of her hand. Sometimes she would move down the bed under the duvet and take him in her mouth for a while, before getting him onto his back and mounting him.
There was no way that she going to do that with Rob. She ran her hand over her breasts, down her tummy and found her clitty. Josh sprang to mind. Now, if it had been him beside her she wouldn’t hesitate to delve under the duvet and go down on him. But he wasn’t.
Her mind drifted to the cruise. She wondered… wondered if there would be a room… a room where she could just walk in and get pounced up by a group of men. Men that would not take no for an answer… men that would just take her, strip her, and use her for their pleasure. Her fingers went to work on her clitty; her fantasy seemed as real as it always did. Would there be such a room?
She lay there in the afterglow of her orgasm, enjoying the moment before the guilt and disgust set in. Why would any decent woman want to engage in that sort of thing? She always felt sullied after such fantasies.
Ronnie woke up pressed against the naked body of Jasmine. He was hard again. He had fucked her twice in the night. The first time was just after she had cum all over his face – her sweet, musky juices running all down his cheeks into the duvet. His face was sore from the hard grinding of her sex against him. No woman had ever done that to him before. Afterwards, she wiped his face with a wet wipe, apologising profusely.
“I love doing that,” she confessed. “Rob doesn’t like it.”
They fucked again a little while later and then fell into a deep sleep.
Now that he was awake, he moved his arm over her waist and pushed his hand down to her mound. It had been a long time since he had felt hair down there. Carla had started shaving years back, and it was now a regular routine. Sometimes she would let him do it for her. It was always a special treat for him, as well as a reminder of what belonged to him.
Jasmine responded to his touch by putting a hand on his. “Mmmmm, that is so nice.”
He laughed. Her hand came around and reached for his erection. “Are saying that you are pleased to see me?”
It was his turn to laugh. No, it’s me saying that I want a fuck.”
She turned around to face him. “You’ll have to hold me down if you want it.”
“No problem!” he said as he rolled her onto her back and pushed her arms behind her head.
With one hand holding her by the wrists, he used his other to guide his cock into her. Her resistance was weak. There was no struggle, and no effort to free her hands. It was only a token resistance, but it served its purpose. Jasmine liked to be taken. It had been a long time.
A married man in a pub car park. Pinned down over his car bonnet. Leggings and panties down around her ankles; unable to run, unable to escape - as if she wanted to anyway. He had fucked her hard and quickly before helping her pull her clothing back up. A quick kiss and he was gone.
And now another married man - given her thigh a slap with one hand as he told her to keep her hands above her head. Then he pushed both hands under her bottom and pounded her long and hard.
A little while later they showered, and Ronnie had her back on the bed. Laying on a towel with knees raised and legs apart, Ronnie took Rob’s razor to her. Afterwards, as she looked at herself in the mirror as Ronnie dressed. Before he left, he checked her mound over again with his fingers to make sure that she was perfectly smooth. Kissing her on the way out he turned and told her that he would be making regular checks over the holiday to make sure that she was maintaining herself properly. She laughed and told him that she would be holding him to his promise.
‘Married men seem so much better at sex,’ she said wistfully.
Over breakfast, Carla and Ronnie exchanged details of their night with their partners. “I’m sorry,” she told him, “but I just couldn’t bring myself to fuck him.”
“There’s no point in feeling guilty. If you don’t fancy doing it, don’t do it,” he told her. “Anyway, he got a couple of hand jobs, and he got to see you naked.”
She smiled. “Yes, I suppose you’re right. I wonder what he’ll say to Jasmine when she tells him that she let you fuck her?”