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  “Good.” After another kiss, Max led them upstairs and into the shower where they took turns washing and agreed to call it a night. The active day and energetic sex had Violet quickly falling asleep before Max hit the bed.

  For several weeks, as the sex itself became more fulfilling, more intense, they even brought toys into play. Finding pleasure with cock rings and vibrators, Violet couldn’t believe the heightened stimulation they added.

  She and Max watched a variety of porn, quickly learning what turned them on and what didn’t, and they openly discussed their desires with one another, not holding back when something made one of them uncomfortable.

  Violet drew the line at anything dealing with anal. No way, no how was she going there. Thankfully, taking that off the table didn’t seem to bother Max in the least.

  And one early dawn, Violet awakened to Max’s head between her legs, bringing her to a quick orgasm. Then she experienced a second one not long after as he found his own release buried deep inside her thrusting like he had when they were first married.

  When Violet thought things couldn’t get any better, her husband came up with another idea: swinging.

  ****

  “What do you think about spending our anniversary at a resort?” Max suggested as he and Violet finished their lunch.

  “A fantasy resort?”

  Their twenty-fifth anniversary was approaching in a few months, and he thought it would be exciting to feed their new-found sexual appetites at a resort. One that specialized in sexual fantasies, including swinging; bringing other partners into the mix. He had thought to suggest they check out some nearby clubs, but decided maybe something at that level might be best experienced away from home.

  Not to say he thought what they would engage in would be anything but normal, it’d definitely be taking it beyond what either had ever considered. As first timers, perhaps keeping this experiment to strangers would be the safest way to go.

  “A fantasy resort? Really?” Violet wiped down the counter. “Already bored with what we’ve been doing?”

  “Hell, no. Just thinking of elevating to another level. Maybe, adding other partners.” He’d briefly mentioned swinging before, but when Violet showed no interest, he let it drop. Until now. Violet was enough for him, and he believed he was enough for her. But the thought of others just watching their pleasure kinda turned him on.

  “Maybe we still have more to learn. More pleasure to unlock.”

  “And you think another couple can do that for us?”

  Max shrugged. “Maybe.”

  “Lots of maybes, Max,” she said hesitantly.

  “Here, let me show you this.” He’d been researching resorts and found one in particular that appealed. The promotional material claimed privacy and discretion, while suggesting they could fulfill even the wildest sexual fantasies. For those interested in engaging with other couples, the answers you provided in the questionnaire, helped determined what would be arranged.

  Max showed Violet the information about the tropical resort. “I even went so far as to check out the secure chat forum on their blog site. True, everything online should be taken with an open mind. There’s certainly a possibility people are lying. But after I spent the week participating in chats regularly, I really have a good feeling about this place.”

  “I don’t know, Max. After glancing at this and listening to you rave about the place, the thought of spending our anniversary in a tropical paradise definitely appeals.” Violet still looked at him with apprehension. “Engaging in more adventurous sex doesn’t sound too bad either.” She chuckled. “But, but having sex with others? With strangers?”

  “See, that’s what can be appealing as well. Another couple, unknown to us, with the same desires. There are no expectations other than pleasure. And if we decide it just isn’t what we want, then we back out. No hard feelings. No strings.”

  Violet gave him a wary look, and he knew not to push too hard with the swinging issue. He’d let the idea swirl in her mind.

  “Okay, so we don’t have to invite anyone else into our fantasies, but I think we should still go. Think of what a wonderful anniversary we’ll have. We can get away from the cold and the rain, and spend eight glorious days in paradise.”

  “I do love that idea.” She looked up at him, excitement building in her eyes. “Okay. Let’s go. We’ll see how everything unfolds once—”

  Max wrapped Violet in his arms, cutting off her words with a scorching kiss. She melted into him, and he took the kiss deeper as he grabbed her rear and hoisted her up into his arms. She laughed against his mouth as he set her on the counter she just finished cleaning.

  “Max, I—”

  “Shh,” he whispered against her lips. “Right here, right now, Vi.” Without another word, he made his plans for her clear as he whipped the top off her body and relieved her of her bra. He skimmed his hands across her breasts and pressed her to lie back on the counter. He then made quick work of shimmying off her shorts and underwear before spreading her legs. With an appreciative glance at her body, he parted her folds and feasted, greedily lapping at her pussy and suckling her clit. Her climax was swift, but he wasn’t close to being done.

  Max helped her sit up, pulling her to the edge of the counter so she could watch him undress before advancing on her again. Fisting his erection, he positioned himself at her entrance and thrust, filling her to the hilt. With her head thrown back, mouth parted in a silent scream, and her nails digging into his shoulders, he thought he’d never seen anything more glorious, more sensual than her pleasure. Bringing his wife to the brink of another orgasm was powerful, and as he pumped into her, taking them both to the edge, he paused to let the feeling settle deep in his soul.

  “Look at me, Violet.”

  When she did, she smiled, her lids heavy with desire. He twitched inside her as he felt her clench around him. “Eyes on me, love. We’re going to come together.”

  She nodded. He drew back and rammed into her, delighting in her rapid breathing, as her hands tightened on his body while her pussy gripped his cock. He drove into her, harder and faster, hitting her clit, causing tiny gasps of satisfaction. Violet rocked her pelvis with each thrust, bringing them both closer to their fall. And then they flew, soared.

  Max wrapped his arms around her, pulling her body against his chest as they rocked together, shattered through their orgasms, and fell into that sweet post coital oblivion.

  Moments later, once their bodies settled and their pulse beats slowed, he kissed her temple before leaning back to capture her mouth. Reluctantly, he withdrew from her body but scooped her up and held her close. “God I love you.”

  “Love you too,” she returned.

  Max gathered her in his arms and headed to the shower for a quick rinse. Once redressed, they carried on with their day, every once in a while, casting silly grins at one another in passing.

  Max booked their trip to paradise while Violet finished with work-related paperwork before contacting their daughter for a Skype session. They informed her of their anniversary plans—stating they were going to a tropical destination, but leaving out the fantasy resort detail. Afterward, they settled in for an evening of take-out and a movie—this time, a simple romantic comedy.

  ****

  “Open your legs wider,” Max ordered softly, his baritone voice coaxing, enticing.

  She did as he instructed while she lay blindfolded. Willingly. Wantonly.

  Warm fingers caressed her right leg as soft material encircled her ankle and tightened, rendering her leg immobile. He repeated the same treatment on her left ankle, and she could only imagine what her body looked like with each limb stretched to its limits, securing her to the four corners of the plush bed.

  Maybe being blind folded was for the best. Her most intimate feminine parts were fully exposed. And she was helpless. The anticipation, the expectation already stirred her, making her eager for the next step. Violet’s pulse quickened, her breaths came in shall
ow puffs. As enthusiastic as she was to show Max how she cared, she was also experiencing a little case of the nerves. She loved Max, but she had handed him the ultimate power by giving up control. Being at his mercy took complete trust.

  “Deep breaths, in and out,” he soothed, trying to quell her trepidation.

  The bed moved as his weight settled. He positioned himself between her legs then trailed his hand over her leg and across the knee to her inner thigh. The caresses were but a whisper across her skin. His fingers brushed across her sex causing her to inhale quickly.

  “I love that you’re smooth, only skin. Open like this, I can see your pussy glistening with your moisture.” He spoke slowly, rhythmically. He gave her clitoris a teasing pinch, and she gasped, bucking slightly. While he swirled his thumb over her sensitive, throbbing flesh, his other hand traced the muscles on her abdomen. “So soft, yet so fit.”

  Heat pooled in her belly where his hand stilled. Tension built further below, deepened as he continued to stroke her clit with his fingers, breaking contact only to dip into her folds to gather her moisture and spread it around the bundle of nerves that had her balanced on the edge of ecstasy.

  His other hand moved from her belly up to the valley between her breasts. He rubbed up and down her sternum before moving his attention to her left breast where he palmed her and gave her a firm squeeze, pinching her nipple until it pebbled.

  She gasped.

  He chuckled.

  While he worked over her clit, it tightened further, building her anticipation to a fevered pinnacle, his other hand went to her right breast, giving it the same treatment, only pinching harder this time. She began to moan, arching her back as he squeezed and tugged. Hardly able to focus, her body flexed of its own accord, following a rhythm he set.

  She had no control. That was the goal—complete surrender. Not thinking about right or wrong, she released her wayward thoughts and sank into the bed, allowing her body only to feel, seeking complete sensual bliss.

  He slid two fingers inside her, causing her to bite her lip as another quick breath escaped. And although it felt good, oh so good, she wanted him back on her clit. The edge was close and she wanted to jump.

  Suddenly, his hands left her body, and the bed moved as he shifted positions again. A disappointed sob sprung from her mouth. She wanted to reach down between her legs and finish the job he started, only the silk straps holding her arms above her head prevented that. She squirmed, wishing she could move her legs to close them. His voice startled her, his mouth right next to her ear.

  “Don’t. Move.”

  She froze.

  “Naughty girls who disobey will be punished,” he whispered, sending chills through her.

  She wasn’t afraid. No, she was turned on even more. She knew the limits of this encounter, knew there’d be no rough play. Reaching those limits sent a new thrill coursing through her as goose bumps rose on her skin.

  “Are you a naughty girl, little one?” he continued to whisper in her ear before his tongue shot out, licking the shell.

  She barely shook her head back and forth, not wanting to lose contact with him—wanting more than his tongue, wanting his teeth on her skin.

  He licked below her ear, trailing down her neck to her shoulder, nipping the soft spot above her collar bone. She felt him rise, his body shift, and before she could figure out his movements, she cried out as her nipples were simultaneously clamped. The mix of pain and pleasure nearly sent her into an orgasm.

  “Tell me,” he ordered. “Are you a naughty girl?”

  She struggled for her answer, groaning. “Yes, I’m your naughty girl.”

  “That’s what I thought,” he said, arrogance evident in his tone.

  Once again, the bed shifted as he moved. She was surprised when she felt his thighs against her ribs, his feet grazing her hips. He straddled her torso, but kept his weight off her.

  Slowly he began to move, and she felt heat between her tender breasts as he rubbed his erection up and down her valley. She could smell his musky scent, and it drove her wild. His hands cupped the sides of her tits, pressing them in to sandwich his cock. The friction must’ve felt good for him as she heard him muffle a moan; the only sign of pleasure from him so far.

  “I could come just from this alone,” he ground out as he continued to flex his hips over her, squeezing her breasts harder around him. “Would you like that? Would you like to feel me come on your chest?”

  “No.” She bucked, throwing him off balance so he had to release her and grab the headboard to steady himself. As he shifted forward, his cock, perfectly positioned near her mouth, grazed her chin. Leaning forward, she parted her lips, and took nearly his entire length into her mouth and sucked.

  He stifled a groan as he stilled, allowing her to have this little bit of control. She drew back, swirling her tongue around his tip. It was her turn to suckle, to lick. She took him in again, closing her lips tightly around his girth. Back and forth, in and out, she moved while he groaned above her. She felt him jerk, sensed his control, and the tension he held back while he refrained from spilling himself inside her mouth. Then he pulled out with an audible pop.

  Max moved down her body and pinched the clamps tighter on her nipples. But when she screeched, he quickly removed the devices, lashed his tongue over the peaks, and blew to soothe them. When she relaxed, he continued his journey down her body, his mouth leaving searing nips and kisses as he went…until he reached his destination.

  “I want to taste you now.” He breathed against her mons, his hands gliding over her hips and settling on her inner thighs. “I’m going to lick your pussy and taste your sweetness.”

  Before she could utter a sound, he dove in, his mouth hot and greedy. He munched on her opening, his tongue darting in and out while his hands continued to press on her thighs. She instinctively moved, gyrating her hips as her tiny whimpers became cries of pleasure. They elevated into heaving pants and pleas for release. His hand left her thigh, and he plunged his fingers into her core while his lips worked her clit. Crying out, she gasped for air as he moaned against her pussy, spreading the vibration inside her.

  “You taste so fucking good.”

  She released a strangled sob, feeling turned on about pleasing him while getting pleasured herself. Her breasts tightened, tingled. His speed increased as he pumped his fingers in and out. His mouth returned to her clit and pulled hard. She attempted to rock her pelvis as best she could while bound, trying to grind into his face, seeking that final release.

  But before she could shatter, he lifted away from her. She felt the loss immediately and groaned, wanting his mouth back on her sex. He chuckled as his fingers pulled out of her and his thumb teased her clit. She didn’t want to lose the feeling, the height of pleasure she’d gained. She’d been on the edge then suddenly yanked back, dousing the flames of her passion with cold water.

  She arched her hips again, trying to press harder into his hand. But he obviously had other plans as he crawled over her, positioning himself at her entrance.

  “Do you want this?” he teased, swirling the head of his cock in her juices. All she could do was sigh. “I asked you a question. Tell me what you want.”

  She couldn’t speak. Her thoughts scattered. He had extraordinary control as he continued to slide his erection through her folds without thrusting. “Tell me,” he ordered.

  “I want your dick inside me, pumping fast and hard,” she managed to say. She let out a gasp as the head of his cock stroked across her tender clit and his other hand cupped her ass.

  “And what about this?” he asked, focusing on her clit.

  “Rub it hard, make me climax.”

  “I think you can do better than that,” he said as he moved. “I think you’re naughtier than that,” he whispered in her ear.

  She felt the silk wrap loosen from around her right wrist. He took her hand, guiding it down between her own legs, placing it on her clit.

  “I’m going to fuck yo
u hard and you’re going to help me.”

  She cried out as his entire length slammed into her. She clenched around him, fully sheathing his rigid erection. Time stopped. Seconds felt like eons. He pulsed inside her. Sweat formed on her body where it joined his.

  He began to withdraw slowly, and she instantly wanted him back, filling her. She clenched again, lifting her hips to keep him there, but he continued his withdrawal. Just when she thought he’d pull out entirely, he slammed into her and she cried out again.

  “Yes, tell me how much you like that.” His voice strained as he pumped in and out.

  “Yeessss,” she breathed, meeting his thrusts.

  “Stroke yourself.”

  She rubbed herself furiously. As much as she wanted this to last, she wanted to come fast and hard.

  He kept pumping, slamming into her core, moaning with each thrust. She was so close, ready to fall into that abyss.

  “I feel you getting tighter. You’re almost there, aren’t you?”

  “Yes,” she managed to say while keeping pace with him. She wanted her legs free in order to wrap around him and bring him closer.

  “I’m going to explode inside you,” he ground out before convulsing. Then her own climax hit and she finally shattered. Her scream pierced the air. She didn’t let up, keening, moaning as she rubbed herself while matching him, clenching around him, milking him for all he had while extending her own pleasure.

  He collapsed on her chest, his heat welcomed, his breath panting in her ear. He released the silk from her other hand, enabling her to wrap her arm around him. She ran her hand up and down his back, loving the feel of his muscles, of him now quivering beneath her touch.

  He began sucking on her ear.

  She squealed, trying to turn her head, laughing at her own feeble attempt. “You know how much that tickles.”

  “Careful, don’t sprain something,” he quipped.

  She slapped his ass, and he jerked upright. Peeling off the blindfold, she looked into his eyes. Her arms circled him, holding him tight.