The first thing Ben did the following day was to look at his iPad. No mail from Christine had arrived, but there was a brief text from Erika. Before the breakfast shift, Erika must have checked their iPad if Ben had posted a wished-for message to her.
He, with all his aroused senses focused on Christine, had not done so. Erika’s reprimand, therefore, hit home:
To Ben: - “Feel neglected, while C. glows. Very suspicious!!! You better set me on fire this afternoon! E.”
Erika served him exclusively at breakfast. The Danish couple had left, and Ben had now the table by himself. Erika flirted quite shamelessly as she stood close on the side of Ben which was out of view of the other guests. Ben ran his hand up her trousered leg as he whispered, “What are your plans for this afternoon? Tell me yours? I’ll tell you mine.” But for the time being, what was foremost on their minds remained unspoken.
Ben only gave Christine a furtive glance and wave on his way up to his room and again later, when he left for going into town. He neither wanted to show her how eager he was for her comment on the photos nor pressure her to judge before she was ready.
When Ben returned to the hotel shortly before lunch, Christine’s mail had arrived:
To Ben: - “Dear Ben, you know as well as I do that these photos are a record of something extraordinary. So, I won’t just tell you I ‘like’ them. Getting you to photograph me in this ‘sinful’ dress started as a bit of a lark for me. I wanted to pretend I was a sexy siren and expected you to try to motivate me into a sexy mood to record me at my put-on, seductive best. It turned into something different because you were not playful in reacting to me. Neither were the images you then captured a pretence. In photographing me, you suddenly knew me in a way I did not know myself. The pictures are, for me, a revelation. In a big way, about myself, about us, and our desires – yours as well as mine! In a small but related way, my eyes were opened about my dress. I know now how much I am changed and reveal by wearing it. I believe now that I would never wear it in public, nor for or with, any other man but you. But with you, any time because I am proud of what you see in me and what I am for you. With Thanks and Love, Christine.”
Christine’s so carefully composed mail differed sharply from her previous, playfully flippant Threesome sexting. Tellingly, Christine had sent it from the hotel’s computer and not the shared iPad!
Ben was in equal measure, pleased and shocked. Christine’s reaction to the images so closely matched what he felt in looking at them. She had accepted the folio as both a confession of sexual desire and a declaration of love. Ben was somewhat uneasy that she recognised it as being both.
Also, Christine seemed unconcerned that it had come into being by excluding Erika. To Ben, keeping it a shared secret seemed a first step in betraying Erika. However, not doing so would force him into breaking the promise of silence he had so carelessly given to Christine.
By the time Erika arrived in the afternoon, Ben had not yet decided what he would do.
Unlike on Erika’s previous visits, Ben had not showered and was not in his bathrobe. Erika looked at him, seated at the desk, dropped her bag, and walked up to him. As she moved into Ben’s arms and his hands clasped her buttocks, Erika giggle and asked, “Am I too early? I was as impatient to get a grip on you as you are with me.”
“You were naughty at breakfast this morning, sidling up to me like that. You invited me to touch you indecently. And I wanted to strip down your trousers and spread you out on the breakfast table! For the best morning-fuck you ever had!”
Erika guffawed, “All the things we have to catch up with this afternoon!”
As she felt Ben’s hand searching to undo the fastening on her trousers, she reached down to undo his belt and zip. She chuckled and said, “I like this stripping: I show you mine if you show me yours: piece by piece, agreed?”
Erika let him be first in stripping down her trousers and panties in one go. Ben bent forward, trying to plant a kiss on her pubes. But Erika stepped back, out of her shoes and hindering trousers, kicking them aside. Then she knelt before Ben, still sitting, and undid his laces. Reaching up for his undone trousers, Erika worked them down and threw them on top of hers. As her hands pretended to tug at his boxers, she looked up at him. With a mischievous grin, she whispered, “It’s showtime for me!”
When she pulled them down, Erika had no reason to be disappointed.
However, this time, Ben stopped her from taking the closer interest Erika seemed to have in mind. He pulled her upright and reached for the top button of her blouse. Erika responded by quickly unbuttoning his shirt and winning the contest. With Erika’s bra and Ben’s singlet on the floor, both were matched in randy nakedness.
Ben stood up and swept papers and pens from the desk onto the floor and his iPad aside. Lifting Erika, he sat her on the desk close to the edge. Standing between her spread thighs, with the tip of his rampant cock on her pussy’s lips, they kissed. And Erika’s tongue in wrestling his was knowing and wanting. As were her lips; between two kisses swallowing an excited laugh, they murmured, “You would not, would you, spread me on this table?”
In the next kiss, her tongue rammed in even deeper, and, to Ben, her throaty moans sounded like, “Spread me, Ben! Fuck me!”
As Ben, gentler than her urgings, pushed Erika’s body back on the desk, she lifted her legs. They slid, almost folded into the waiting crook of his arms. In one swift movement, Ben pulled Erika’s bottom right to the edge. She raised her head to look down on Ben’s cock as it played over her pussy in a, to her, too long delayed, teasing search. And then it parted her pussy’s lips. As Ben’s cock slid into Erika’s already slippery-hot cunt to the hilt, she grabbed the desk’s edges. She stretched out to meet every deep thrust with a breathy whisper, “Yes! Ben, oh Ben! God, I want you to fuck me! Fuck me hard!”
Ben’s eyes, looking down on Erika, so sensuously stretched out as they fucked, were drawn to Erika’s glorious tits with their aroused nipples. With every thrust of his cock, she heaved them up, offering them to be grasped. As he reached for them, Erika lifted both her legs out of the crooks of his arms and slid them up onto his shoulders. With her pelvis now raised, her eyes wandered between looking down at Ben’s cock ramming into her cunt and Ben’s face as he caressed her tits and pinched and pulled her aroused nipples. Erika now had begun, at each of his deep-fucking thrusts, to cry out her lust.
It soon turned into a whimpering that she was coming and could not hold it back. Ben, not entirely coherent, stammered how much he loved watching her come. She was the sexist, the most beautifully passionate woman he had ever known.
And Erika came beautifully. She offered her climax like a gift, crying out as she twisted on the desk with her legs locked behind Ben’s neck. Laughing and moaning, Erika looked at him. At the same time, her whole body trembled as she stayed impaled on Ben’s discharging cock until the last tremor of her orgasm subsided.
And then Erika pulled Ben down into a long, gently fading out kiss before she said, “Are we going to have a shower now? I love showering with you after sex. It’s always a foreplay for something even better to follow! And today, I am greedy! You kept me waiting while you seduced my naughty sister!”
Erika had sat up and slid off the desk. Because she giggled as she delivered her challenge, Ben gave her a parting smack on her bum as she scampered off to the bathroom. But Erika was not done yet. When Ben joined her after relieving himself, Erika seductively posed and turned under the streaming down water. She demanded an answer, “Do you still fancy a plain woman like me after Christine? She offered you her svelte body, I’m sure. The bitch wants you as much as I do.”
Ben stepped under the shower and took Erika into his arms. He decided against a jocular evasion. Ben kissed her, pressed her close. With one hand caressing her back and his lips close to Erika’s ear, with the warm water streaming down on them, he said, “You know how much I desire you. That a woman as beautiful, sexy and loving as you wants me is wonderful. And Christine, she is desirable and beautiful, too. If she wants to be more than just my friend, must I refuse? It is a gift, isn’t it? And both you and Christine are close to my heart. I’ve loved you from way back. Do I have to choose between you now? Can’t I love you both?”
Ben paused, uncertain of whether he had found the right words and tone. Partly to lighten the mood and partly to test Erika’s reaction, Ben kissed her ear before adding, “We are, after all, not getting married; both of you are already. And loving Christine would never make me love you less.”
His hand had wandered down to Erika’s ass. As he pressed her groin against his growing erection, Erika’s lips found his.
Her kiss was at first tentative, but eventually, it became a very long, yes-saying kiss. And then their washing each other turned, as Erika had wished, into foreplay of more and more intimate caresses. Finally, eager for the bed, they dried each other.
Erika, however, was not done. Next to the bed, she stopped. Fronting Ben, she sank on her knees, and her hands took possession of Ben’s already respectable erection. She let her tongue flick expertly, teasing over the cock’s head and up and down its shaft. Then, licking her lips and looking up at Ben with a grin, she declared, “That comes from watching porn on our iPad. We know now what us girls must do to arouse our male.”
But Ben pulled Erika up into a kiss, and both sank onto the bed. Ben hated the implied submissiveness of women on their knees before men to suck their cocks. It was part of the porn scenario of conquering males and brutalised women he detested.
Resting on his elbow stretched out next to Erika, he said, “Kneeling before any man to arouse him is not a lesson any girl should learn. Real lovers don’t want a girl’s submission to gain an erection. They want the desire shown by her body, her words, and her quickening breath.”
While he talked, Ben’s hand had wandered caressingly over Erika’s body. He paused for a long, heating-up kiss as his hand glid down Erika’s belly. She spread her legs and moaned into their frantic kissing as his fingers parted her pussy’s lips.
“And then,” Ben whispered into Erika’s panting mouth, “the girls’ pussies will be as wet and hot as yours is now and their man’s cock as hard as mine.”
Erika’s hand had now taken possession of his manhood, and her tongue matched in fervour Ben’s searching fingers in her cunt. Fighting-for-breath, Erika broke from her kissing and whispered, “And I will suck your cock, and you will eat my pussy?”
She did not wait for an answer but twisted to slide down Ben’s body, swing her pelvis over his face, and sink her mouth onto his throbbing cock. Ben quickly gripped and spread Erika’s quivering thighs and brought her opening pussy onto his lips. Erika’s cunt was, from their fuck before, still hot, slippery open, well beyond the stage of a first arousal. So, he sank in his thumb and let his tongue search out Erika’s clit.
With lips and teeth and not too gentle sucking, he freed Erika’s quite prominent pearl of lust out of its covering. He heard her shrill cry, followed by gasping moans, felt her grip on his balls and her mouth diving with a gurgling sound deep onto his cock. And Ben was equally focused on licking and sucking Erika into a prolonged, clitoral orgasm.