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CHAPTER 15F: EUROPE: GERMANY AND GOODBYE EUROPE

The train travel to Antwerp and then on to Berlin went uneventfully. The distances weren’t great between each but it afforded Tim and I some alone time, even if not private. I swore to myself that I was going to maul him when we got home after a little recovery time which would only require the day after we got home. I was hungry for him alone. Physically and emotionally hungry for my man. His tenderness and overwhelming love to be privately and personally experienced. The train trip was to meet up with Mr. R and the others for the flight back home on his private plane.

Arriving late morning in Berlin we are met by Marie and Anthony in a rental car. They inform us that we have time for sightseeing. As Anthony negotiates the Berlin streets he tells us that Mr. R’s meetings have run long and we won’t be leaving until the next morning. He has already let everyone back in the States know that Tim will be delayed by these meeting extensions. So we are headed for the hotel they have been staying at the past few days. This gives Marie, Anthony, Tim and I time to sightsee in Berlin even if an afternoon isn’t even a start to the see the wonders of Berlin. It is, however, all the time we have. Then we will meet with Mr. R in the early evening for dinner and drinks. I haven’t had an evening free since we left, I wonder if this one will be any different.

After getting Tim and I checked into the hotel and dumping our luggage in our room, we are only a few doors from Marie’s room, and quickly freshen up from the travel, we set out for sightseeing around Berlin. Our first stop is the Brandenburg Gate which is actually fairly close to the hotel. This is almost a main symbol of Berlin. It is a former city gate located west of city center. It was a monumental entry point into the city. It was actually built as a symbol of peace. It was originally built in the late 1700’s. It stands with a large plaza and beautiful flower garden with a water fountain. As we walk around the area, Tim decides it might also be a wonder place to get some pictures of me flashing. This is a large German city with people everywhere. I am uncomfortable but true to his respect for my concerns my exhibitionism is restricted to lifting the back of my summer dress to flash him my naked ass. Then sitting on a bench, he and the others on the opposite side of the walkway, I pull up my dress and spread my legs for a few pictures, being very careful not to cause a scene by having other strollers seeing what we are doing. Walking back to the car, Anthony puts his hand on my ass, leans in and asks me how I felt. I had to admit it was a turn-on. Because of the way it was handled and no issue was created. It was careful flashing and not public nudity.

Next on the agenda was Ku’Damm (Shopping Street). It is quickly becoming an important fashion capital of the world. It is a famous avenue with shops, restaurants and fashion designer boutiques. Neither Marie nor I have any intention of actually making any purchases, but we do enjoy entering a few of the very chic boutiques along the street. The guys just stayed outside and talk. Tim had a lot of catching up to do.

Next up was the German Historical Museum. To learn about a city that has seen so many changes as Berlin has, including in recent times, the best place has to be a museum that tells the story. The museum attempts to cover the 750 years of the history of Berlin. We clearly didn’t have the time to devour that much, even poorly. We did go in and spent a frustrating hour because we knew we would be leaving well before we were satisfied. But we did get a flavor of the early years and skimmed through much of it.

Then a quick stop was at Checkpoint Charlie. This was formerly an important crossing between East and West Berlin during the time of the division of Berlin with the Berlin wall. It is now just a tourist attraction. After all the pain and anguish of that time, it is just a tourist attraction. It almost seems like a bad punch line to a crude joke. I learned that it was a crossing for foreigners, only. Local residents were not allowed to across at that location. Being American, it certainly holds some interest and curiosity. This was the infamous American control point that we all heard or hear about in documentaries of the time.

And finally, as the late afternoon is truly getting late and we don’t want to delay Mr. R, we stop at the Berlin Wall Memorial. It is a very interesting site and seems very popular. We were certainly moved. The piece of the wall still remaining seems to provide a haunting feeling, almost like a reminder of that time. The Berlin Wall is possibly one of the most pivotal points in the 20th century. The ideological standoff point between two world powers, both demanding the acceptance that theirs is the right one. The world stood at the edge of destruction for nearly an entire generation as a result. It is impossible to stand at a place like this, almost sacred if you let it in, without feeling the awesome power and conflict that unyielding and demanding ideology can create.

I find myself having to be pulled away with tears welling up in my eyes. And not just this site, although that could be enough. But thinking about another place I always wanted to visit, a Holocaust Museum or site. For the same reason people keep going to cemeteries, to just remember and feel again. Not what nations do, but what ideology does when not controlled and bounded by rationality. And that thought takes me home and the sick feeling of how that same silly ideology back home can allow a minority to take an otherwise powerful nation to its knees by refusing to allow a budget process to proceed. Maybe when someone discovers the pill that eliminates cancer, someone will discover a pill the will eliminate stupid governments and leaders. Why do I do this to myself? What is accomplished by dwelling on these things? All Tim had to do is look at me to know. He was literally pulling me away. Hoping he was also pulling away from these thoughts, too. I just heard a few words and they were something, something, “bourbon”. A wise man I am married to.

We get back to the hotel with time before meeting Mr. R. Tim takes me to the room and suggests a long hot shower and he will select my evening attire. He promises an attractive but still sensual look. I follow his suggestion, the wonderful submissive that I am, and coming out of the bathroom naked but having dried my hair with the hotel supplied hair dryer. I nearly walk into Tim standing with a glass of bourbon on the rocks for me. He leads me over to the couch. There is soft, light music playing from the TV system. He has dimmed the lights and sits next to me, wraps an arm around me and we sit and sip our bourbons. He uses a finger to trace up and down my arm. Not erotic, not stimulating, just comforting. He has done this for me before. Many times. The hot shower, the drink, the quiet, the reassuring touches. He has seen me get like that before. Like I said, many times. As he has repeated said to me, you can’t be passionate in only one part of your being. He likes that I find the world’s problems to be problems. Even if I am not in a position to change any of them, though enough people caring might. But, he has worked his magic with me, again. I am back in our present world and we are soon laughing about little things including my just confessed desire to get him alone once we get home and abuse his body with mine. Of course I will have to close our bedroom door or Cody will be demanding his share of me. And that brings more laughing of recognition of how much truth there is in that.

The dress Tim has for me is very nice. It is short and tight to my body so the dress will not be blowing up above my hips tonight. And, although there is no underwear, of course, the bodice does have some support. The spaghetti straps cross in back. The bottom of the dress ends twelve inches below my crotch. So walking will be fine, sitting might be interesting. I also have thigh high stockings that go right up to my crotch and high heels. Tim adds a necklace around my neck and lovely earrings.

Down in the lobby I see that Marie is dressed in a similar dress but hers ends about mid-thigh. She is stunning and is holding the arm of Mr. R. Seeing us coming, Anthony moves off to have the taxi brought up for us.

In the taxi there is only light conversation, friendly, safe. I can already see that there is little of the sexual tension and anticipation that our evenings often have. And especially the evenings we’ve shared on this European trip. I catch Mr. R just blankly staring out the window as the rest of us are bantering back and forth. I say to him, “Sir, are you okay? Is there anything I can do for you?”

“Oh, thank you, Michele. But no. You really have done so much already. As this trip has evolved, I have asked you to do more than I had ever anticipated. And you have willingly and eagerly satisfied my requests.”

“As you would direct me, Sir.”

“I know, Michele. You have been, no, are, just perfect. And not just as a submissive fulfilling my requests, but as a friend. I could tell, my dear. I think we all can. You think you have us fooled and you are always just the submissive. But I know when you are a submissive and when you are doing what is requested of you as a submissive but you are performing it of a caring and loving response to us. You are truly a beautiful woman, Michele. You love each of us with not only your body but also you heart and soul and we know that. So, thank you. But, this isn’t that. This is just me being tired and, frankly, some frustration. Frankly, and I don’t mean to embarrass you Tim, but I wish I had more men like you to spread around the world to handle my affairs. Business can be a bitch. And when you wake up and find that you have let yourself become married to it, she can be a really treacherous bitch.”

I indicate for Marie and I to change seating spots and I put my head on his shoulder. I say, “Sir, Tim has a way to get me out of these moods. May I suggest we go back to the hotel so you can take a hot shower and bourbon?”

Tim says, “Michele?”

“Well, I did have in mind that I would be in the shower with him and a bottle of bourbon.” That makes everyone laugh including Mr. R. His mood seemingly broken, we are just then pulling up to the restaurant. We are back on the Ku’Damm and one of the trendy restaurants there. Mr. R gets out first and holding his hand out for me to assist me and gets the view under my short dress that the bellhops usually get. As I pull the dress back down after sliding out, I look up and down this fashionable street and see that I am dressed on the daring side but within fashion, especially on a street like this.

The restaurant Mr. R has selected is wonderful. But they always are. He has great taste in a wide range of foods and knows how to ask to find the best local choices. We are seated near a large window that allows a view of the teeming street as night descends on Berlin and the people change from those interested in tourist and shopping to those interested in the nightlife available. We have all changed to wine for the dinner and the restaurant specializes in sea food. We have an extraordinary meal from the calamari to the salads and main courses and the after dinner drinks. We are now all relaxed and having a comfortable and intimate time sharing stories and laughs with each other.

Finally, I sense a serious shift in Mr. R. He starts out, “I don’t want this trip to end without a discussion about something I have been thinking about. You four are very special to me. Tim and Michele, you have come into our little group of intimate security and fit right in. Do you two agree?” He is referring to Marie and Anthony. They both immediately response enthusiastically, “Yes!”

He continues, “This little sojourn was combined with a business trip for me to look into some matters in some detail. I now see that as a problem. For one thing it has inhibited my reaction somewhat, especially tonight. That is until Michele’s wonderful offer that broke my ‘down’ mood. But also it set travel and timing issues that didn’t have to be if we were acting independently. I am rambling, I guess. What I want to know from you four is three things: do you agree about the part that business puts a restriction on; did you still have fun and pleasure from the trip; and, is doing international an added or restricting part of the experience?”

The four of us looked from one to the other of each other. I don’t think anyone was prepared for answering those questions from someone who was being so generous to an extreme with what he was providing to us regardless of the conditions. I opened my mouth to respond and looked to Tim. He shrugged and nodded. So I ventured on after taking another drink. “Sir, may I speak freely and not as a submissive?”

“Yes, Michele, please. I want an honest response.”

“Well, Sir … sorry, Mr. R … sorry, again, Carlos, I was just thinking that this is very awkward for any of us to respond to. I think I can be safe to say that part of my response will reflect what the others feel because we all admire, respect, and are exceedingly grateful to you. You are generous beyond my imagination. I would never question, think any negativity or ‘if only’ in these adventures. Yes, I suppose the business activity being in background was an influence but it was an influence on you. We, I am just so grateful to be included. As far as enjoyment, well … I know I got plenty. Just speaking my mind, if the others didn’t, including you, I don’t know what to say. I was always here.”

Marie interrupted, “Well, if it was up to me, I wouldn’t have let you out of my room the whole trip. But that might have been selfish.”

“And not true. But I am glad you enjoyed our time. But, back to my response, finally, the international part. I just want it known that I thoroughly enjoyed this. I never understood how much I enjoyed learning about different places until I got here. I really enjoyed out time sightseeing, interacting with the people, seeing their lives and cities. Sure, the challenges were amazing, too. And I know that was the major part of this trip’s purpose. But I enjoyed it. You and Anthony made me so safe and secure. So, from my point of view, absolutely. But, I also want you to know, and this is speaking for myself and not as a submissive, you are more than generous to include me, Tim and me, into your life. Because I can feel it is not all my being a submissive.”

He looked at me long, then the others and finished at Tim. “She is an amazing woman, Tim.”

“I know that!”

“The rest of you feel that way, too?” Everyone did. They were just thankful for being along and having the opportunity regardless of how much to experience something different. “Then that is settled. I don’t know what that means, but thank you all. We’ll see what that might mean to us going forward. I just have to say how much I appreciate this group, you four. Despite the fact that I might be ‘boss’ and you all might ‘work for me’ and we try to share the most intimate of experiences and being honestly open, more so than most married people, you give me a safe and secure refuge from my other world.”

I shift my persona, “Sir, thank you. May I ask a question?”

“You have shifted back to submissive, Michele? Please, ask.”

“Sir, do you have anything planned for me tonight?”

“No, but Tim does. I believe there is a club in this town he would like to take you to. Why don’t you two go, we’ll meet in the lobby at 9:00 AM for our ride to the airport.”

Tim wants to take me to the Insomnia Erotic Nightclub, a trendy Berlin sex/swinger club where outrageous dress and behavior is common. When we get there we are greeted at the entrance by a well-dressed but I am sure very capable bouncer. While paying the cover charge, I skim the warnings and rules for the club. This is definitely an adult playground. The dress code states that dressing yourself in a sensual, erotic, kinky, provocative manner is encouraged. Hmmm, I may actually be overdressed which seems weird. There is also a recommendation to “use your eyes before using your fingers”. That is certainly an interesting thing to have written before entering the club proper. Apparently they don’t expect much but the bouncer says that patrons should treat each other with respect and only touch those body parts you have been invited to. Of course, he says, that is difficult to control.

We enter and enjoy the erotic atmosphere for a while but Tim sees my lack of enthusiasm. We are dancing and the dance floor is very crowded. Tim has put me into submissive mode for this club but he remains with me and does not allow others to take me to dance. We return to our table and relax with a drink. He doesn’t want me to adjust the bottom of my dress and the dancing has caused it to rise so the tops of my stocking are now visible. Sitting, it rises a little more. He asks for another trip to the dance floor and the admonition at the entrance to only touch when invited is not very well honored. My dress is soon at my waist which completely exposes my otherwise naked ass and cunt. And soon there are hands over my lower body. I feel the zipper of my dress in back being lowered and I look at Tim who is watching carefully. I look around to see if there are other naked people and whether that is even allowed. I see a few women who might as well be naked and so I forget about the danger of being thrown out.

I dance into Tim who takes me into his arms. He looks into my eyes and whispers, “Just go with it.”

“Yes, Sir.” And I step back and we continue to dance. That apparently is taken as acceptance. I never took my eyes off Tim and I do not see him giving any direct indication or acceptance to any of the people behind me. He is just continuing to watch very carefully. When I separate my legs for a particular dance step, I stop and shudder and groan as a finger slips between my legs and right into my cunt. I hadn’t noticed how stimulated I apparently had become despite my general lack of enthusiasm. My submissiveness apparently is stronger than I give it credit for.

We continue to dance like this, my dress up over my hips and the back of my dress completely unzipped. There must be men staying close and waiting for just the right opportunities because I continue to be felt and penetrated by fingers as they are able to achieve it. Tim suggests we have another drink but instructs me not to adjust the dress. We walk to the table with my bare ass and cunt on full display. After our drink he enquires about more dancing.

“Whatever you wish, Sir.” I know he can sense my continued lack of enthusiasm and I feel bad about that. I try to make up for it when we stand to put my arms around his neck and kiss him passionately in front of everyone. He smiles at me and leads me back to the dance floor. We dance a slow number and he holds me tight and it feels so good. Then, the next number is faster and I feel one and then the other shoulder strap being moved off my shoulders. I am still looking at Tim but glance to each side and see several men that could be doing this. Soon my dress top is slid down off my breasts and the straps completely off my arms. I am now dancing on a crowded dance floor with my dress bunched at my waist and I feel more hands on me. Tim pulls me into his arms and he encircles me, “This isn’t good is it?”

“I am fine, Sir. With you here.”

“No. I can sense it. I may have asked you to do things in the past you weren’t initially excited about, were apprehensive about, but you got into it, adjusted and became involved, an active participant. That is not happening this time. Why? Is it the mood of this place?”

“Sir, really …”

“No, Michele. I want to know. Truly. I need to understand so we are good moving forward.”

“Tim, I trust you. Completely. But, yes, there is something that is affecting me. Maybe it is just that I have experienced so much this trip. The dog competition in Rotterdam, the sex clubs in Amsterdam, the intensity of the weekend with Anja and Karl. But this club feels like an element of S&M. I know I should relax with you here, but it is that element and the associated apprehension to it.”

“Your senses are very good. I noticed this club actually has at least one room devoted to S&M. The leather outfits worn by many also lends itself to that feeling. Pull up and down your dress, we’re out of here. What would you rather do if it was up to you?” He added that last part with a grin. It made me grin, too. Back to the role. Very casual, very subtle but still there.

“Well, Sir, IF it was up to me, I think a quieter close to the evening with the others, servicing them, would be fitting. A private time with our small group. Everyone who wants to can be together. Including Marie, even if she only wants to watch.

“Excellent suggestion, my dear. Let’s go. But, before you do, wiggle that ass of yours at your maulers and straighten yourself and wave to them so they know we are taking away their fun.”

Back at the hotel we use the hotel phone to call Marie room. No answer. We then call Anthony’s room. No answer. So we go up to the suite we know Mr. R is staying in. Tim has his arm around me and is holding me tightly as he knocks on the door and we wait. We see the spy hole darken as someone uses it to look out. The door opens with Anthony holding it open for us saying into the room, “Surprises.” Tim lets me in first but I stop and give Anthony a very nice kiss and then walk into the room. He looks at Tim but he is not committal.

In the room Marie rushes over and looks at me, “Are you okay? Why are you back so soon?”

Mr. R adds, “Another sex club, sounded like a perfect place with your husband.”

I look at Tim and then to the group, “You would think so wouldn’t you? But, it didn’t feel right and Tim was sensitive enough to notice despite my attempts to make it work. Could we have found a different one? Perhaps one that would feel better? Probably. There are several in the city that we know of. But, when he asked me, here, with you guys. That felt like the best place. What I would really like is to be here with all of you and serve you. Any way you want and I will be excited to do it. I am always excited around you.” I look directly at Mr. R, “Are you disappointed in me, Sir?”

“Michele, I can tell Tim is not so how can I be? And how could any of us be disappointed that you want to be here, with us, to make our last evening in Europe more enjoyable? Come here dear. Anthony, I think she and Tim both need a bourbon.” I walked to him and stood in front of him. He indicated that I should turn around. As I did, I smiled at everyone, knowing full well what was about to happen. And it did. He pulled the zipper of my dress down, slipped the straps off my shoulders and pulled the dress down and let it drop to the floor. I stepped out of it and kicked it to the side. I was still smiling as everyone watched my unveiling and then, again, for the umpteenth time inspected my naked body. I sat down into Mr. R’s lap and took the drink Anthony offered me and I touched my glass to Mr. R’s.

He asked, “Happy now, dear?”

“Oh, yes Sir, this is much better. Thank you very much.” And I snuggled into him and kissed his neck and ear. Everyone laughed. I looked up and Tim had a very, very big smile on his face. He blew me a kiss from where he sat. I could tell at that instant that he was relieved that his girl was back in equilibrium. And we had both learned something tonight that we would carry forward in this relationship.

We were all very comfortable, again laughing at jokes and teases, stories of past activities, giving Tim some hints of what would be longer descriptions of the champion dogs in Rotterdam and the sex clubs in Amsterdam and Marie giggling almost uncontrollably about the wind and my very short skirt as we walked down the sidewalks of Amsterdam. We had several drinks when Mr. R decided it was time for chocolate dipped strawberries. Hmmm, what woman doesn’t love that combination? And when he got up I moved over to Anthony and crawled into his lap. Once again I was the only one naked while the rest of them were dressed. Anthony didn’t flinch or react. He just opened his arm and let me settle in. Then he wrapped his arm around me without any of us breaking our conversation and laughing. When there was a knock on the door, I just bounced up and went right to the door, looked out by poking my bare butt at everyone in the room and then opening the door and indicating he should bring the tray inside. I signed the room charge card and left him a reasonable tip and walked him to the door and thank him with a kiss on the cheek, pressing my breasts into his chest.

Turning around, Marie was open mouthed, “You wicked, wicked slut! That poor young man is going to have a terrible time the rest of the night.”

Anthony said, “Yeah, well, I wish I had had an experience like that growing up. Just once.”

I walked up to him, deliberately making my breast giggle as I moved, “Oh you poor dear.” I gave him a kiss. “I guess I need to make up for lost experiences then?”

Marie said, “Michele, don’t encourage him.”

Mr. R was walking back in and said, “He doesn’t need encouraging. He is what he is.”

I then walk over the dipped strawberries, take a large one and cut off the leaves and place one end between my teeth and walk over to Marie and lean into her holding onto the arms of her chair and place my mouth over hers and we kiss. She takes some of the strawberry and I chew and swallow the rest. I repeat that with each of the guys and they all take the opportunity to also cup my breasts. This is not lost on Marie.

“Hey, I saw that. I want another one.”

I turn to the tray and take another, cutting off the leaves and returning to Marie. We repeat the same kiss and strawberry sharing but this time she too takes my breasts, kneading them and pinching the nipples. I stay there and kiss her again and again and I free one hand from the chair and caress her breast through her blouse and she gasps out into my mouth. Then she blushes as she realizes that we have done that in front of the guys. I kiss her again lightly and whisper to her, “I think my Marie is inching out into the open.”

Still close she whispers back, “Yes, but by inches. Only because of you is it happening. Thank you.”

“Remember, at your pace. We all support you.”

Rising from Marie I look at Mr. R and Anthony. Then I look at Tim and smile at him and move to Mr. R. Standing in front of him with my hands behind my back, fully naked, “Sir, this slut has a request.”

“Yes, Michele what is it?”

“Sir, I was trying to remember that last time I was double penetrated.” I look over my shoulder at Anthony. “And, Sir, it seems it must have been some time ago.”

“And you think that is a problem?”

“Well, yes Sir. Don’t you think so, Sir?”

“Shall we go into the bedroom then?”

“But, Sir, I thought we would spend more time together. I am sure Tim and Marie would enjoy it, also.”

I turned and walked back to Marie and took her hand and stood her up. I kissed her and whispered, “Just relax. But I think it will be better for both of you.” And I led her to Tim who uncrossed his legs as I backed Marie into his lap. Tim gently wrapped his arms around her and stroked her arm. She just put her head into his shoulder and said to him, “I see why Michele is so comfortable with you in control. I can feel the security and love flowing into me.”

He reassured her, “We’ll just stay like this and enjoy the sex show, live from a suite in Berlin.”

She giggled and returned her head to his shoulder and watched me from that angle.

Anthony came up behind me and slipped his arm around me and cupped a breast. “Well slut, you seem to have this planned out. What happens next?”

“Well, that depends on who wants which hole?” I look over my shoulder to Marie, “You okay, Marie?”

“As long as I am in this hunk’s arms.”

“Hey, he’s mine, just remember that.”

“You put me here.” And we just smiled at each other.

I turned back to Mr. R and Anthony. “Well boys, what’s the answer?”

“Carlos will take your ass.”

I walk to Mr. R, “Ooooo, Sir … you want my ass? All tight and gripping you while you feel Anthony right in the other chamber? You two strip and sit on the couch.” Fast was appropriate for how quickly they were undressed and sitting waiting. I moved between Mr. R’s legs and kissed his cock head and then his body to his lips, pressing my naked breasts into him as I went, dragging my erect nipples along his skin. I then made the journey back down to his cock, kissing the head, licking it and the length of the nearly fully erect cock. Licking back up to the top until I took it into my mouth and sucked the tip. Periodically I wiggled my ass at Tim and Marie who were right behind me. With Mr. R fully erect and rigid, I moved to Anthony and repeated the same process, getting him equally erect and ready.

I pulled Mr. R up off the couch and leaned onto the arm rest with my ass sticking out to him. “Sir, please stroke yourself inside my cunt. You’ll need some lubrication to get into my ass.” He came up behind me and placed his cock at my cunt lips and pressed. Even I was amazed at how ready I was and how easily he slid into me. He pumped into me a dozen times and reluctantly pulled out. I was equally disappointed and sighed my frustration at the emptiness but knew it was only very temporary as in a minute I would be very full of cock again. I push Anthony back into the couch and straddled him and slowly sank down onto his rigid cock I was holding straight up. I stroked up and down several times and finally hit his thighs with my ass. I was fully and completely penetrated by Anthony’s delightful cock. I then leaned into Anthony, kissed him passionately and with both hands on my ass I pulled my ass cheeks apart. And two realizations flashed through my mind at that moment: first, that Marie and Tim were getting a very graphic view of my asshole and my wanton desire; second, Mr. R knew immediately how ready and urgently I wanted his cock inside me now. And he didn’t hesitate. Having just coated his cock in my cunt he put his cock head at the entrance to my asshole and pressed and pressed and pushed. I sucked in air and held my breath as he pushed and popped through my sphincter. He stopped, knowing I would need a moment to have my ass adjust to the penetration. And then he stroked in and out. Inch by inch getting more of his cock inside me. Until I felt his thighs hit my ass and I knew he was also fully and completely inside me, completely penetrated by two cocks from the two men I appreciated more than any others besides Tim.

I supported myself over Anthony giving him some freedom to stroke into me and giving them the position of using me for their pleasure with me being the object for them to derive that pleasure. And for these two I was very pleased and willing to fill that singular role. And they moved right into that. Each stroking their cocks into the hole they occupied, adjusting and compensating until they found their combined rhythm and soon these two cocks were driving into me in unison, driving me forward and back. My breast swinging wildly in the process until Anthony took them in his hands and squeezed and massaged them, then moving to manhandle my nipples, pinching them and twisting them. They were now in nearly perfect timing, pounding into my holes at very nearly the exact same time, pushing me forward with each thrust and then my reflex afterwards to move back, only to be driven again forward. Combined with my nipples being wonderfully abused, Mr. R was now leaning forward and his hand found my clit and was teasing it. And I exploded. Almost as soon as his finger found my clit and the initial sensation shot through my body and joined all the others, my body just erupted and I went into a powerful and mind blowing orgasm.

And they actually slowed down. Feeling my body’s reaction, my quaking and shaking limbs, each struggling like they were independent support systems, struggling to hold me up. And the moment they each felt my body’s partial recovery they started in fully again. Their staying power was impressive. One orgasm for me and I wasn’t sure they were even close. They resumed where they had left off, only now with seemingly some renewed energy from the short slow down as I climaxed. But they were. They were close, closer than their energy would have had me believe. I felt first Mr. R in my ass and then shortly later Anthony in my cunt stiffen. Not just their cocks inside me but their bodies. They lost their rhythm and were just driving into me for their own release. Now having lost the shared experience and focused on their own. Driving and pumping into me. Hitting my holes with their singular intent to achieve a climax, without consideration or thought about me. They were like a****ls, like dogs. One big difference of man and dog is the dog’s intent to dominate. There are men like that in actions, dominant, controlling, harsh, abusive men. But loving, caring, attentive men rarely get there, but these were and it felt so good to be used by them, to give myself to them fully this way. And as they each came to their release and shoot their cum into my holes, repeatedly, with nearly violent jerks of their cocks inside me, I cum again.

If the last one was ‘mind blowing’, this had to be earth shattering. My head dropped and then shot back with each jolt shooting through my body. And when my legs and arms started shaking uncontrollably, I screamed with the loss of all control over my body. I tried. I tried hard. I tried with all my might. But my mind was losing focus and concentration. And my body parts were moving and shaking in too many places and they continued to cum inside me. My ass and cunt was spasming just as much as my other body parts and I am sure that just served to milk the cocks trapped inside.

Finally, I just collapsed onto Anthony and it wasn’t until I did that I realized that Mr. R had already collapse onto my back as we both fell onto Anthony. But none of us moved. Just a jumble of bodies trapping the one on the bottom. That is to say, we didn’t move as bodies. Body parts continued to move with twitches and spasms for minutes afterwards.

And as I slowly regained some semblance of my mind, it was clear just how quiet it was. Not that the three of us were saying anything beyond panting and gasping for very much need air, but there was nothing from Tim or Marie, either. I worked to turn my head, trapped between these two men who have protected me and taken me to new adventures in sexuality. But when I managed it and look just enough back to my husband … Marie was still sitting on Tim’s lap, an arm around his neck, but her mouth … her mouth was fully dropped open, gaping, like she was stunned by what she was or had seen. But I also noticed my husband’s hand as it was slipping down. My husband’s hand had been cupping Marie’s breast. Marie had let a man touch her? Or, in the excitement of what they were watching there had been unintended, uninvited, u*********s touching between them? Well, that transition was sudden, but there is nothing like concern over the relationship of your husband and one of your best friends to bring you back to reality.

Mr. R is moving. I feel him regain his feet and slowly, gently begin pulling back and out of my asshole. And as he does and steps aside, I hear Marie gasp. And I feel a stream of cum running out of my asshole which I am very sure is still gaping open. I kiss Anthony and struggle up myself. He has softened and he slides out easily. I step back and move to a seat as Marie rushes a towel to me to sit on. Good thing, too. I was not in any condition to bother and both my ass and cunt were still losing cum. But I sat on the towel and fell back into the chair, my legs slightly apart. Absolutely no sense in modesty at this point.

I feel a hand gently on my arm and I focus and see my husband. Tim is gazing at me, searching my face, a hint of concern showing through. I put a hand on his and lift it to my mouth and kiss it. I sit up and lean into him, hugging him, and then kissing him, passionately, lovingly. I put my head onto his shoulder as he moves in closer to me. I just say, “Wow.”

He put his hands on either side of my face and put our foreheads together, then separated us enough to allow eye contact, “Wow, indeed. That was absolutely amazing, Michele. Are you okay?”

“Yes, honest, yes. Tim?”

“Yes?”

“I love you! God, how I love you!”

“I just watched, they did that to you.”

“No. I don’t mean for the way I feel. I mean for giving me these opportunities. You put me into safe and secure situations to have these experiences. Thank you.”

“Well, you’re welcome, lover. But, you know you really should learn to let yourself go a little for your own enjoyment.”

I chuckle. “Very funny. I let go any more and I will come apart at the joints.” Marie brings me a glass of water. “Thanks, Marie.” And she leaves Tim and me alone, again. I say in a quieter voice, “I noticed you were holding Marie’s breast. But you were moving your hand away as I looked over. Was that the moment and you got carried away?”

“No. You know how I feel about supporting Marie. No, that was her. During your fucking she took my hand and kissed it on the palm and put it on her breast. I think her act of kissing my palm was her way of letting me know that she was fully aware of what she was doing.”

Before my double penetration began I deliberately wanted Tim and Marie to spend that time together while I am occupied by Mr. R and Anthony. Even though we are only ten feet apart, they are nearly completely alone because we are so consumed in our activity. And Tim was right, we know what is happening, we are all friends and we do all trust each other, and that turns out to be very good. Marie gets a chance to discuss the lifestyle Tim and I share and to get his view of it. Her feelings of us are reaffirmed by that time together and his openness and frankness.

So, as we again sit and talk, drink and laugh, it is amazing, and perhaps an even more intimate and caring relationship of bonding is happening. The three of us remain naked, just finished with our DP in front of Marie and Tim, and all appears natural, normal and comfortable.

In time we all feel it is time to separate and we just go to our own rooms. It is almost like we are sad this trip is coming to an end soon and we don’t want it to, but we know it has to. We are all returning home tomorrow morning and it has been quite a trip, it will be time to say goodbye to Europe for now, at least. We excuse ourselves and say goodnight to the others. It is late and we are only going two floors down so Tim has me carry my dress rather than putting it on. Marie decides to leave right after us and catches up to us at the elevator going down to our floor.

In the elevator she is quiet. Periodically during the short ride down she glances at me and Tim. I feel like she is about to say something and then stops. Final, as the door opens and we exit, standing in the small lobby of our floor, she puts her hand on my arm and stops me. Tim notices, stops and turns to face us. Marie looks to me and then to Tim standing a few feet behind me and asks, “Can I join you two tonight?”

I give Tim my dress, put my hands out to her and ask, “What’s happening, Marie? Is something wrong?”

She says, “God, no. I just really like you two and I want to spend this time with you if it is okay. I know you guys haven’t had much time alone for the entire trip, but …” We’re holding hands standing in the small lobby, me naked, Tim holding me dress. “But when you were with Carlos and Anthony, and by the way … WOW! … and I was with Tim, I realized something. You know how I feel about you, Michele. When I was with Tim, sitting in his lap, watching THE most amazing sex act anyone could witness … he just held me, comforting, secure. I knew he was getting very excited … I could feel it, I was sitting in his lap … but he just held me. I was so safe, so reassured of my safety. I knew instantly why and how you can turn yourself over completely to him and absolutely know that you will be safe. I felt that. And, I … I took his hand and put it on my breast. Okay, over a dress and bra, yes. But, still … I have not let any man touch me since, well … since … then.”

I keep one of her hands and turn with her, “Let’s get out of the hallway. We can finish this in our room.”

Tim walks ahead of us, unlocks the door and holds it for Marie and me to enter. He throws my dress on the bed and pours a small amount of bourbon for each of us. Marie and Tim sit in the two chairs and I sit on the bed roughly between and in front of them. We are all sipping our drinks and it is clear we are all thinking about this new turn in the relationship.

I look up at movement and see Marie fidgeting, she is looking very uncomfortable, embarrassed. And Tim has noticed, also. He is getting up, moves to her, and gets down on one knee at her side. “Marie, that is beautiful and so open and honest. Please don’t be embarrassed. You know we both love you, right? And we only want you to be happy, safe, and comfortable.” He has her hand in his and kisses it. Then reaches forward and kisses her cheek. She turns her face to him, her lips are right there, slightly open, her eyes are searching his face. He lightly kisses her lips and pulls back and smiles. Still holding her hand, pulling it up to his lips and kisses it, again. He is thoughtful, quiet a moment. “Marie, because we love you, because we care about you, because we are … yes, concerned … because we are concerned for you, for the way you were treated before, the scars you suffered, the scarring you endured, the healing we want you to achieve, we don’t want to misunderstand anything. Do you understand?”

“God, yes, Tim! I do understand and that is exactly what I mean.” She slides off the chair and kneels with Tim and puts her arm out to me. I join them on the floor, the three of us kneeling in a three-way embrace. And while in this embrace she continues, “I love you two, so much. For some reason, I don’t have the answer, I am completely and totally secure with you. I am physically safe with Carlos and Anthony. But I am still afraid to let them in. Maybe because we live together and I am afraid of the possible expectations. Is that nuts?”

I say, “Not if that is the way you feel. But as Tim asked, to be clear, what do you mean by ‘stay with us’? Marie, you are right about our private time on this trip. Tonight I wanted to make love to my man. No have sex or get fucked. Love. Tender, caring and passionate. Do you still want to be here?”

“Maybe I should just go to my room …”

“Marie, don’t. I want you to stay, Tim does, we just want to avoid misunderstandings.”

“I want to share your bed with you, only …”

I look at Tim and he is looking at me, we are not wanting to have to verbalize our questions. Then it was clear, Tim felt he had a plan. He stood and encouraged us both to our feet. He stepped to me and put his hands on each side of my face and kissed me lightly on the lips. “I love you, dear.” Then he gently pulled my head to him and kissed me passionately. My arms went around his neck and I gave myself to this kiss, it was wonderful, heartfelt and loving. We traded tongues for a moment and then he pulled back, gave my lips a peck and smiled at me, his hands sliding off my shoulder, down my arm and lightly over my breast. I watched expectantly, but not as expectantly as Marie was. Tim took a step to her, took her face into his hands the same way and looked into her eyes, “I love you, too, Marie.” And he gave her lips a light kiss. Pulling back, but still holding her face in his hands, he smiled and looked into her eyes and search her face. She smiled in return. He gently pulled her face in for a kiss and she accepted it, putting her arms around his neck and returning his kiss with the same passion. I watched carefully as he started to step back. Yes, his hand slid to her shoulder, down off the side and lightly across her breast, covered by her dress.

He returned to me and we kissed and we both put more passion into this time. When he broke it and moved to Marie I was curious what his next move with her would be. Surely something has to be different, we can’t just continue going back and forth. He kissed her again, passionately, but this time his hands were busy behind her and when they broke, I saw that he had unzipped the back of her dress. Clever man. Back and forth we went. I love my kisses from my husband, my lover, at this moment he was not my Sir. He was a caring, sensitive, considerate lover. And I was sharing him. This next time he eased the straps of her dress off her shoulders and eased her dress down and encouraged it off her hips. She step out of it and kicked it aside.

And then something new. Back to me and he was caressing my breasts, even pinched a nipple. Back to Marie and he unsnapped her bra. Pulling back just enough to look into her eyes, he slid the straps off her shoulders and off her. She threw her arms around him and kissed him, hard and long. Back to me and he moved a hand between us and between my legs, causing me to open my legs to allow him better access. God, I wanted him, I wanted to feel him on me and in me. Back to Marie and he broke the kiss to look her in the eyes again, his hands on her now naked breasts and then slid further down to her hips, to the top of her panties. He lowered himself and kiss her b**sts, each in turn, and down her stomach and eased her panties down off her hips and let them fall to the floor. His hand lightly traced it way back up her body to her face and they kissed again.

He backed us both to the bed and sat us down. He came to me first, kissed each of my breasts, then my stomach, then moved to take each of my heels off my feet (I was surprised I still had them on). Then to Marie and repeated. Back to me with kisses to my breasts and sucking each nipples, then slide my left stocking down my leg but not before running his hands up my leg, from my calf, over my knee, up my thigh, higher, higher, and onto the bare thigh above the stocking, just grazing my cunt lips. Marie was the same and I realized I was holding my breath as I watched, knowing she had watch me and knew exactly what was going to happen. She shuddered when his fingers just barely grazed her pussy.

Now I was wondering what he had in mind. One stocking left for each of us. He moved to me and repeated much the same until he got to my ‘V’ and his finger didn’t graze me, it slipped right inside. Yes, I was that excited, that wet, that ready! I watched intently as he moved to Marie. I looked up at her face. Her eyes were totally fixed on him. And if I was intently watching, her intently was way beyond. And as his fingers approached her pussy, she shuddered, visibly. But instead of penetrating her he grazed over her pussy, again. Now with both of us naked, we looked at him, still dressed. He stepped back and began undressing, not a strip tease, not playful, just got undressed. Very deliberate. I found I was watching him with hunger, with desire, with lust. I wanted to devour that man. I haven’t been this turned on in a long time. I glanced to Marie and she was as though in a trance. She was watching with unflinching rapture, showing the same hunger and desire.

When he was naked, like us, he stood in front of us. His cock already mostly erect and pointing invitingly at us. He put out his hands to us and we took them. He pulled us off the bed and into his arms and we were again in a three-way hug. Three naked bodies enjoying the feeling. Tim kisses me and then Marie. He looks at me, smiles and then focusses on Marie. He pulls her completely into his arms, runs his hands along her bare back and ass. Pulling back and again taking both our hands he says, “Tonight, I want to love my wife and it might take a little while and involve a few position changes. But I suggest that tonight if I will love you, Marie, by way of your breasts, mouth, body, but not your pussy. That will be Michele’s tonight. If you want to move further, that will be another time. A time when your thinking is not clouded or influenced by passion.”

She looks at me and for a moment I think I see disappointment. Then she looks down and then into Tim’s face and nearly jumps him. Her arms around his neck, she kisses him madly, passionately. She says, “Tim, I want you so badly right now. You have me so turned on! I want to jump up on you and impale myself. But thank you, thank you, for being the one with control.” She then turns and mashes herself into me and says, “God, how do we clone this guy.” And I giggle at the thought of having multiples of Tim around to keep us satisfied.

I jump on the bed and lay on my back. Tim immediately gets between my legs and slides his cock directly into me and I gasp. I am so wet I think he could have put his hand inside, well maybe Marie could have. But he is inside me, finally, and I love it, the feel of him inside me again. Then the bed moves near my head and knees are straddling my head and Marie’s pussy is covering my mouth and despite the fact that I can’t see anything that might be happening, I know they are kissing and touching each other. This continues, him stroking in me, long and firm strokes. And I am virtually eating a delicious pussy, sticking my tongue as deep as I can and sucking on lips.

Then Tim pulls out of me and Marie pulls away from my mouth and sits on the bed. I realize what the next is and move to the doggy position, my ass raised and my mouth immediately buried in Marie’s pussy. Again, Tim enters my cunt in one thrust and I gasp into the pussy in front of me. And soon I feel Marie tense up and throw herself back onto the bed and her hips raise up to meet my mouth and tongue and I am soon rewarded by more juices from her pussy as she goes into her climax. And the taste, the realization of my friend’s release, her opening herself to Tim and me and Tim’s new attention to my clit with his fingers and I am joining Marie in orgasm and I cry out but it is mostly lost in the pussy I still have my mouth clamped to.

And Tim continues to pump into me. Long and smooth but more and more urgent and I sense his closeness to his own climax but he is deliberate, still stimulating me. Then the pussy in front of me is gone but Marie is now crawling under me. She is sucking my breasts and nipples and with her hand and fingers is stimulating me further at my clit and cunt and I know she has to also be contacting Tim occasionally, too. But it continues. I don’t know where Tim is getting this staying control but I love it and I feel myself rising in stimulation, arousal, my cunt and clit are sending shocks through my body. But when I feel a nipple being bitten and Tim slamming into me and tensing, his cock rigid and stiff, twitching, I cum again. I crash this time as both of them provide the stimulation for my body to explode. I can feel Tim’s cock jerk and then send his cum into my cunt. I can still feel Marie sucking and nibbling on my nipples. And my legs and arms shake as I go through my orgasm. The second of the night. And I am supposed to be the slut …

Marie and I wiggle up to the pillows while Tim goes to make sure the door is latched and sets the alarm and turns the lights off. He slips into bed and I sense him spooning up to my naked body as I feel his arm come over me. But he is spooning Marie. When he notices the difference he pulls away but Marie pulls him back into her and says, “I want you here Tim. And Michele in front of me where I have her breasts.” But we are very soon asleep.

The next morning after the alarm wakes us, we stretch and love each other for a few minutes before Tim is getting us out of the bed. He holds Marie’s dress up for her and slips it over her head, hands her the shoes and underwear and stockings and sees her to her room. He hustles back to our room and encourages me to hurry. He would like us to be the first ones in the lobby to separate our arrival from Marie’s. Despite my tiredness we are managing it. As we step off the elevator and into the main lobby, we are indeed the first ones down. I ask as we walk, slipping into the role, “Sir, when we get home, do you have any plans?”

“Hmmm, not really defined. Already looking forward to the next thing? I was thinking about your Mom.”

“My Mom?”

“Yes, you know she has been talking about getting more sexual activity but she realizes she doesn’t want to go public or with others, she’s accepted that she is not submissive, but she wants to experience more somehow. I don’t know, yet. Still working on it.”

I yawn and quickly cover my mouth. He assures me intercontinental flights are for sleeping. I look at him like he is certifiably crazy. I softly say, “You’ve been on that plane before. Flights on that plane are NOT for me to sleep on.” He looks at me, smiles at the understanding but we both start laughing just as Mr. R walks up.

He asks, “What’s so funny?”

I walk up to him and give him a kiss on the mouth, “Sir, my silly husband tried suggesting that being tired wasn’t a problem, intercontinental flights are made for sleeping.”

Mr. R looked at Tim, “Well, my boy, that would be one idea for the flight back, but I think it might be an unpopular one. At least based on the flight over here.” He looks at me with that look. That look that tells me he has wicked thoughts. “Of course, Tim, you haven’t seen the modification I had installed just for your ever willing and eager wife …”

* * * CHAPTER 16: HOME AND MOM will follow * * * Thanks for reading.