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Chapter 18. More Dessert?
“How about that bath I promised you?”
I had thought of sucking my husband’s cock when I heard his words. As much as I desired to please him, I was also physically tired. I moved back up toward his face and kissed him.
“Was that a yes?”
“It was an ‘I love you.’” I just looked at him and smiled. “As wonderful as it sounds, let’s snuggle and fall asleep.”
He smiled back, hugged me tighter, relaxed and... well, it was like he flipped a switch. He was asleep. I never saw anyone who could fall asleep and wake up in an instant. I soon followed him.
I slept like a log.
I woke the next morning to a gentle sucking on my nipple. Chuck had gotten up, shaved and was ready to get dressed. I loved his manner of waking me. His suckling lasted a good fifteen, maybe twenty minutes on a breast that had gained a full cup size since we first met. Thankfully, he paid equal attention to both so I did not appear lopsided. I loved how they felt and were looking.
“Honey, time to get dressed and go to breakfast. I know you are not big on that meal. But I hear this is something else.”
I would have preferred to have spent the day with long periods of love-making interspersed with periods of hard, intense fucking in between. But, he was my man and breakfast is important to him. Plus, I might run into last night’s addictive but non-fattening and all-so-tasty dessert.
So, I slid from the bed and went into the bathroom. The rascal. He had drawn my bath water. The tub was one of those white cast iron tubs on feet. I put my fingertips in the water. If my hair were blond and not brunette, I could have been Goldilocks; the temperature was perfect, not too hot, not too cold. It felt wonderful. I laid back to take it all in.
My naked man servant, Carlos, as he announced himself, entered to attend his mistress. I could play along.
“Carlos, you may start with my feet.”
Chuck washed them giving both a nice massage while doing so. His washcloth got both legs to a point halfway between my knees and my crotch.
“Is Madam ready to have her back washed?”
I looked at him and leaned forward. It felt wonderful.
“If Madam will permit, I will wash her chest.”
He held the bath soap in his wet hands and rubbed it creating a lather. Having my breasts washed like that nearly brought me to orgasm as he really washed my nipples well. He knew what he was doing and did it well. It felt like he was expressing milk from both of them ending with a firm tugging and stretching of the nipples.
“Shall I drain some water so I might wash and condition your hair while I finish your bath?”
I replied by nodding my head. Warm water from a pitcher was poured on my head and a citrusy-smelling shampoo was worked through my thick tresses. His fingertips massaged my scalp. It took several pitchers of water to rinse my hair. The conditioner also smelled like oranges. He rubbed it in and through my hair.
“Shall I finish washing you while the conditioner works it’s magic?”
I was on the edge of an orgasm. “Yes.” It came softly.
Again, he lathered his hands to wash my upper thighs and tummy. He lathered my pubic area and used a razor to make me smooth. He brought me to orgasm as he finished.
He used four or five pitchers of water to rinse the conditioner out of my hair doing so as the remaining water drained from the tub. Of course, he had to brush his hand on my butt and breasts to insure I was well-rinsed. I stood and he dried me off.
I towel-dried my hair deciding to just let it air dry. I applied some dark lip gloss and slipped on the new dress I bought and my bling-bling flip flops. I probably could have been quicker if my man servant had let me shower.
We made it to the buffet at the clock sounded eight times. With the exception of the two young crew members, the entire Princess entourage was present. The buffet was in the second of three restaurants in the hotel. Long tables were set out covered with various breads, pastries, fruit, jams, jellies, marmalades, meats, and other dishes. Another long table had stations creating crepes, omelets, Belgian waffles, and more. I looked but did not see Liz.
I ate a healthy breakfast, for two. Crepes, fruit, whipped cream, juice, and coffee were the fare. Chuck had toast, an omelet, juice and coffee.
After breakfast, we went to the front and boarded a large passenger van for a tour. As we left town, I noticed prostitutes working the streets and men wielding machetes at every turn. It was a bit frightening. I pointed it out to Chuck.
“Farmers! Not to worry.”
Ever the history buff, Chuck spoke to all of us regarding the history of Fiji which is actually 330 or so islands. Until the late 1800s, the islanders practiced the consumption of human flesh with their one a British missionary who made the mistake of touching the head of a chieftain. He was consumed along with six companions. A popular tourist purchase is carved Woden four-tined forks reserved for eating human meat.
The people still cling to many of the old ways. Brothers and sisters do not speak directly to each other, cousins of the opposite gender do not socialize, and chief’s heads are not touched. The sibling and cousin rules are to prevent inbreeding in a small population.
Oh, and I liked the concept of Fiji time. It is relative. No one is in a hurry. All are relaxed. All are happy. I heard the same thing about Costa Rica.
We stopped at a typical village. I noticed something else. c***dren were well-taken care of by everyone. They were happy. Even grown men giggled like happy k**s. The family dwellings had no doors, no windows, only openings.
Chuck purchased his Fijian war club. I guess it was to keep me in line. JA. Fat chance that will happen. I bought a four-timed fork! Our visit ended with a tradition, the drinking of a local home-made brew called kava. We sat on the ground, clapped our hands once leaving our hands cupped, our cupped hands received the kava, we swigged it down in a single gulp, then clapped three times. It was not an attractive drink- it looked like used dish water- color, suds, and all. It had a peppery taste. I was not looking for a second round.
Bula. I heard that a lot. It means hello, goodbye, fantastic, what a shame, really! Really? And more. And, Fiji was ahead of the PC curve regarding gender. Pronouns are gender neutral. So bula!
As we walked back to the van, Lori came up to me smiling. “How was dessert last night?” I guessed she had sampled some of it herself.
Our next stop was a vineyard and wine tasting. I sipped some wonderful local wines. Jim and Chuck bought some for later. After a light lunch, we headed back. The girls talked about getting in their bathing suits and going to the beach. They were amazed when they learned it was nearly 45 k away. Chuck said the pool was opened.
Jim said they were grilling supper on “The Princess” starting at 7, and not Fiji time. Chuck told the group we were dining in tonight and we would see everyone in the morning. It would be our first night totally alone since leaving BA. We went back to our room and relaxed. Around 5, there was a knock at the door, “Room Service.”
A box was brought in which Chuck handed to me. I opened it. It was a floral strapless dress and a matching lavalava for Chuck.
“I got Lori to watch you in the mall and purchase something nice in your size. I hope you like it and that it fits.”
It fit, perfectly! Chuck said we had reservations for dinner at 8. We were seated by ourselves by a window with a view. I was looking out the windows when I heard a familiar voice, “Good evening, dear friends. I will be serving your dinner and handling your dessert later.”
I literally shook with pleasure.
I hardly remember dinner. It was something like pork-belly braised in coconut milk with grilled vegetables. My breasts ached to be released from my dress. My pussy yearned to be loved on. Tonight, my only competition was my husband. Then, I remembered my newly-purchased fork. Ja Ja. And, making even more pressure on my sexual urges was the fact that Liz was not actually working. There was no apron, no name tag, just this exotic woman who joined us for dinner after serving us.
I was on fire. My pussy was leaking, my nipples were hard like rocks. Even my anus felt like it was pulsing. And the two of them looked so damn calm. They even ate slowly like they were teasing me. We finally finished and Liz stood to clear the table. As she walked away, I saw that she wore stockings with a woven net pattern. She set the tray down and flipped her dress up to reveal they were held up by cords that tied at their tops.
I felt like I had wet the back of my new dress with my lust. No panty was present to stem the flow. I wondered what she was wearing under her blouse and pencil dress besides the net stockings.
Liz returned with the dessert menu. I asked what was suggested for our dessert. They both smiled, “You.”
We laughed. Then Liz said she had a thought, “Go to the room. I’ll be there shortly.”
The walk to the room took forever with every step causing my swollen labia and engorged clit to vie for space. The clit won and in the process, gave me an orgasm. On the surface, you might think that is a good thing. Well, at times, it is. At others, it is like a vehicle racing out of no control and without brakes.
I welcomed it this time as a sign of what I was sure was to cum.
We took that eternity to get to the room, unlocked and opened the door and stepped inside. Chuck kissed me deeply but left the door ajar. I stepped in the bathroom to empty my bladder. When I returned, Liz was walking in with a tray and Chuck was pouring that sparkling Moscoto.
Liz and I met in an embrace and a deep kiss. Our tongues explored each others’s lips and tongues. Guided by raw lust, we undid each other’s clothes. I was totally naked beneath mine. Liz wore a totally sheer black bra that allowed me to see the details of her gravity-defying breasts. The transparent barrier made them more appealing than if she were naked. I stepped back.
Tonight, there was no panty. And, her pubic mound was now totally bare.
We turned to Chuck. I kissed him while she untied the square know at his waist and unwrapped the cloth to reveal his semi-hard cock. She looked at me, “I see why you smile a lot.”
Chuck stepped back and turned to the tray. It had a bowl of sliced fruit, a bowl of chocolate sauce, and a bowl of whipped cream. There was a small bowl with pieces of folded paper. Liz explained that each of us would become dessert for the other two who would put fruit, chocolate and or whipped cream on the body then lick it off until the plate was clean. Paper slips would be drawn to determine the order.
Chuck’s name was drawn first. Liz laid a towel on the floor and instructed Chuck to lay an it. Together, between touching each other, we placed small pieces of fruit on his cock then poured chocolate on the fruit. It was followed by whipped cream that we put on his cock, nipples and balls. We took turns licking it from him including that which ran behind his balls. We were horrid. The attention we gave him created a large hard on which Liz took completely to the point I could literally see his cock through the skin of her throat. But we did not finish him off.
Liz was next. She replaced the towel and began to lay down.
“Not so fast.” We removed her bra and we each kissed her nipples.
Chuck decorated her breasts and I her pussy taking care to not soil her stockings. The night before, I had eaten her pussy enjoying the combined sweet and tart tastes of her sex. Tonight, it was kiwi fruit, strawberries, gogi berries, blue berries and whipped cream. It was my plan to lick her clean then resample the previous night’s tastes. She played with his cock that hung full and proudly as he sucked her nipples. With her other hand, she freely touched every exogenous zone on me within her
reach. I brought her to orgasm causing her abdominal wall to move in waves and her hips to thrust uncontrollably.
“Would you like a Chuck to fuck you?” Truthfully, I was pretty sure she would. But, one never knows. Precum was about to drip from the end of his cock as he penetrated her. She lifted her legs in the air to allow him to fully take her. And take her he did.
I fingered myself while watching them fuck then decided to spice the dessert up a notch. I tongue-fucked her ass. It sent her over the edge. She asked him to stop for a moment and let her body settle down. He pulled out of her. I wanted to go down on her then but saw the controlled vaginal convulsions her orgasm was causing.
She took a very deep breath. “Whew!” Smiling, she said it was my turn. I lay back on the towel and spread my legs with my knees slightly elevated. I closed my eyes and felt hands touching me. Nothing touched my breasts or my pussy. It was a series of gentle touches to my face, feet, arms, neck, legs and torso. I thought I felt lips, finger tips, feathers. The effect was to make me feel warm all over and create a sexual form of tension.
Then I felt the cool touch as fruit was gently laid on the skin at the base of my breasts. Something cool was rubbed on my labia. Maybe a banana. This continued then stopped. Silence. My heart raced. More was added to my body.
Then, a pair of tongues began licking everything from my body. There was no pattern except to tease me. My lips, my nipple, my toes, my clit, ear lobe, nipple. As soon as I began to respond to a kiss, a tongue- it was gone. Then I felt Chuck’s cock penetrate my cunt and I felt like I exploded. Liz gently lowered her pussy onto my mouth so I could bring her pleasure and add to that of my own. It worked.
Chuck pulled his cock from my pussy and got behind Liz pushing his cock deep into her.
“I want to finish what I started.”
His balls hit my forehead as he pumped her pussy. Liz fingered me. Liz just kept saying ‘Oh’ over and over. Soon, he exploded inside her pussy bringing her to another orgasm. When he finally pulled out, I let his cum drain into my mouth swallowing every drop. I finished her by licking her clean.
We went into the bathroom. Liz removed her stockings and we showered then toweled off.
I could have played with her all night. But, Liz said she needed to dress and go. As she left, she kissed us saying “later.”
Chuck and I went to bed. I wondered if he was up to a round with me. His breathing pattern said he was down for sleep.
Oh well, dessert was delicious, again.
“How about that bath I promised you?”
I had thought of sucking my husband’s cock when I heard his words. As much as I desired to please him, I was also physically tired. I moved back up toward his face and kissed him.
“Was that a yes?”
“It was an ‘I love you.’” I just looked at him and smiled. “As wonderful as it sounds, let’s snuggle and fall asleep.”
He smiled back, hugged me tighter, relaxed and... well, it was like he flipped a switch. He was asleep. I never saw anyone who could fall asleep and wake up in an instant. I soon followed him.
I slept like a log.
I woke the next morning to a gentle sucking on my nipple. Chuck had gotten up, shaved and was ready to get dressed. I loved his manner of waking me. His suckling lasted a good fifteen, maybe twenty minutes on a breast that had gained a full cup size since we first met. Thankfully, he paid equal attention to both so I did not appear lopsided. I loved how they felt and were looking.
“Honey, time to get dressed and go to breakfast. I know you are not big on that meal. But I hear this is something else.”
I would have preferred to have spent the day with long periods of love-making interspersed with periods of hard, intense fucking in between. But, he was my man and breakfast is important to him. Plus, I might run into last night’s addictive but non-fattening and all-so-tasty dessert.
So, I slid from the bed and went into the bathroom. The rascal. He had drawn my bath water. The tub was one of those white cast iron tubs on feet. I put my fingertips in the water. If my hair were blond and not brunette, I could have been Goldilocks; the temperature was perfect, not too hot, not too cold. It felt wonderful. I laid back to take it all in.
My naked man servant, Carlos, as he announced himself, entered to attend his mistress. I could play along.
“Carlos, you may start with my feet.”
Chuck washed them giving both a nice massage while doing so. His washcloth got both legs to a point halfway between my knees and my crotch.
“Is Madam ready to have her back washed?”
I looked at him and leaned forward. It felt wonderful.
“If Madam will permit, I will wash her chest.”
He held the bath soap in his wet hands and rubbed it creating a lather. Having my breasts washed like that nearly brought me to orgasm as he really washed my nipples well. He knew what he was doing and did it well. It felt like he was expressing milk from both of them ending with a firm tugging and stretching of the nipples.
“Shall I drain some water so I might wash and condition your hair while I finish your bath?”
I replied by nodding my head. Warm water from a pitcher was poured on my head and a citrusy-smelling shampoo was worked through my thick tresses. His fingertips massaged my scalp. It took several pitchers of water to rinse my hair. The conditioner also smelled like oranges. He rubbed it in and through my hair.
“Shall I finish washing you while the conditioner works it’s magic?”
I was on the edge of an orgasm. “Yes.” It came softly.
Again, he lathered his hands to wash my upper thighs and tummy. He lathered my pubic area and used a razor to make me smooth. He brought me to orgasm as he finished.
He used four or five pitchers of water to rinse the conditioner out of my hair doing so as the remaining water drained from the tub. Of course, he had to brush his hand on my butt and breasts to insure I was well-rinsed. I stood and he dried me off.
I towel-dried my hair deciding to just let it air dry. I applied some dark lip gloss and slipped on the new dress I bought and my bling-bling flip flops. I probably could have been quicker if my man servant had let me shower.
We made it to the buffet at the clock sounded eight times. With the exception of the two young crew members, the entire Princess entourage was present. The buffet was in the second of three restaurants in the hotel. Long tables were set out covered with various breads, pastries, fruit, jams, jellies, marmalades, meats, and other dishes. Another long table had stations creating crepes, omelets, Belgian waffles, and more. I looked but did not see Liz.
I ate a healthy breakfast, for two. Crepes, fruit, whipped cream, juice, and coffee were the fare. Chuck had toast, an omelet, juice and coffee.
After breakfast, we went to the front and boarded a large passenger van for a tour. As we left town, I noticed prostitutes working the streets and men wielding machetes at every turn. It was a bit frightening. I pointed it out to Chuck.
“Farmers! Not to worry.”
Ever the history buff, Chuck spoke to all of us regarding the history of Fiji which is actually 330 or so islands. Until the late 1800s, the islanders practiced the consumption of human flesh with their one a British missionary who made the mistake of touching the head of a chieftain. He was consumed along with six companions. A popular tourist purchase is carved Woden four-tined forks reserved for eating human meat.
The people still cling to many of the old ways. Brothers and sisters do not speak directly to each other, cousins of the opposite gender do not socialize, and chief’s heads are not touched. The sibling and cousin rules are to prevent inbreeding in a small population.
Oh, and I liked the concept of Fiji time. It is relative. No one is in a hurry. All are relaxed. All are happy. I heard the same thing about Costa Rica.
We stopped at a typical village. I noticed something else. c***dren were well-taken care of by everyone. They were happy. Even grown men giggled like happy k**s. The family dwellings had no doors, no windows, only openings.
Chuck purchased his Fijian war club. I guess it was to keep me in line. JA. Fat chance that will happen. I bought a four-timed fork! Our visit ended with a tradition, the drinking of a local home-made brew called kava. We sat on the ground, clapped our hands once leaving our hands cupped, our cupped hands received the kava, we swigged it down in a single gulp, then clapped three times. It was not an attractive drink- it looked like used dish water- color, suds, and all. It had a peppery taste. I was not looking for a second round.
Bula. I heard that a lot. It means hello, goodbye, fantastic, what a shame, really! Really? And more. And, Fiji was ahead of the PC curve regarding gender. Pronouns are gender neutral. So bula!
As we walked back to the van, Lori came up to me smiling. “How was dessert last night?” I guessed she had sampled some of it herself.
Our next stop was a vineyard and wine tasting. I sipped some wonderful local wines. Jim and Chuck bought some for later. After a light lunch, we headed back. The girls talked about getting in their bathing suits and going to the beach. They were amazed when they learned it was nearly 45 k away. Chuck said the pool was opened.
Jim said they were grilling supper on “The Princess” starting at 7, and not Fiji time. Chuck told the group we were dining in tonight and we would see everyone in the morning. It would be our first night totally alone since leaving BA. We went back to our room and relaxed. Around 5, there was a knock at the door, “Room Service.”
A box was brought in which Chuck handed to me. I opened it. It was a floral strapless dress and a matching lavalava for Chuck.
“I got Lori to watch you in the mall and purchase something nice in your size. I hope you like it and that it fits.”
It fit, perfectly! Chuck said we had reservations for dinner at 8. We were seated by ourselves by a window with a view. I was looking out the windows when I heard a familiar voice, “Good evening, dear friends. I will be serving your dinner and handling your dessert later.”
I literally shook with pleasure.
I hardly remember dinner. It was something like pork-belly braised in coconut milk with grilled vegetables. My breasts ached to be released from my dress. My pussy yearned to be loved on. Tonight, my only competition was my husband. Then, I remembered my newly-purchased fork. Ja Ja. And, making even more pressure on my sexual urges was the fact that Liz was not actually working. There was no apron, no name tag, just this exotic woman who joined us for dinner after serving us.
I was on fire. My pussy was leaking, my nipples were hard like rocks. Even my anus felt like it was pulsing. And the two of them looked so damn calm. They even ate slowly like they were teasing me. We finally finished and Liz stood to clear the table. As she walked away, I saw that she wore stockings with a woven net pattern. She set the tray down and flipped her dress up to reveal they were held up by cords that tied at their tops.
I felt like I had wet the back of my new dress with my lust. No panty was present to stem the flow. I wondered what she was wearing under her blouse and pencil dress besides the net stockings.
Liz returned with the dessert menu. I asked what was suggested for our dessert. They both smiled, “You.”
We laughed. Then Liz said she had a thought, “Go to the room. I’ll be there shortly.”
The walk to the room took forever with every step causing my swollen labia and engorged clit to vie for space. The clit won and in the process, gave me an orgasm. On the surface, you might think that is a good thing. Well, at times, it is. At others, it is like a vehicle racing out of no control and without brakes.
I welcomed it this time as a sign of what I was sure was to cum.
We took that eternity to get to the room, unlocked and opened the door and stepped inside. Chuck kissed me deeply but left the door ajar. I stepped in the bathroom to empty my bladder. When I returned, Liz was walking in with a tray and Chuck was pouring that sparkling Moscoto.
Liz and I met in an embrace and a deep kiss. Our tongues explored each others’s lips and tongues. Guided by raw lust, we undid each other’s clothes. I was totally naked beneath mine. Liz wore a totally sheer black bra that allowed me to see the details of her gravity-defying breasts. The transparent barrier made them more appealing than if she were naked. I stepped back.
Tonight, there was no panty. And, her pubic mound was now totally bare.
We turned to Chuck. I kissed him while she untied the square know at his waist and unwrapped the cloth to reveal his semi-hard cock. She looked at me, “I see why you smile a lot.”
Chuck stepped back and turned to the tray. It had a bowl of sliced fruit, a bowl of chocolate sauce, and a bowl of whipped cream. There was a small bowl with pieces of folded paper. Liz explained that each of us would become dessert for the other two who would put fruit, chocolate and or whipped cream on the body then lick it off until the plate was clean. Paper slips would be drawn to determine the order.
Chuck’s name was drawn first. Liz laid a towel on the floor and instructed Chuck to lay an it. Together, between touching each other, we placed small pieces of fruit on his cock then poured chocolate on the fruit. It was followed by whipped cream that we put on his cock, nipples and balls. We took turns licking it from him including that which ran behind his balls. We were horrid. The attention we gave him created a large hard on which Liz took completely to the point I could literally see his cock through the skin of her throat. But we did not finish him off.
Liz was next. She replaced the towel and began to lay down.
“Not so fast.” We removed her bra and we each kissed her nipples.
Chuck decorated her breasts and I her pussy taking care to not soil her stockings. The night before, I had eaten her pussy enjoying the combined sweet and tart tastes of her sex. Tonight, it was kiwi fruit, strawberries, gogi berries, blue berries and whipped cream. It was my plan to lick her clean then resample the previous night’s tastes. She played with his cock that hung full and proudly as he sucked her nipples. With her other hand, she freely touched every exogenous zone on me within her
reach. I brought her to orgasm causing her abdominal wall to move in waves and her hips to thrust uncontrollably.
“Would you like a Chuck to fuck you?” Truthfully, I was pretty sure she would. But, one never knows. Precum was about to drip from the end of his cock as he penetrated her. She lifted her legs in the air to allow him to fully take her. And take her he did.
I fingered myself while watching them fuck then decided to spice the dessert up a notch. I tongue-fucked her ass. It sent her over the edge. She asked him to stop for a moment and let her body settle down. He pulled out of her. I wanted to go down on her then but saw the controlled vaginal convulsions her orgasm was causing.
She took a very deep breath. “Whew!” Smiling, she said it was my turn. I lay back on the towel and spread my legs with my knees slightly elevated. I closed my eyes and felt hands touching me. Nothing touched my breasts or my pussy. It was a series of gentle touches to my face, feet, arms, neck, legs and torso. I thought I felt lips, finger tips, feathers. The effect was to make me feel warm all over and create a sexual form of tension.
Then I felt the cool touch as fruit was gently laid on the skin at the base of my breasts. Something cool was rubbed on my labia. Maybe a banana. This continued then stopped. Silence. My heart raced. More was added to my body.
Then, a pair of tongues began licking everything from my body. There was no pattern except to tease me. My lips, my nipple, my toes, my clit, ear lobe, nipple. As soon as I began to respond to a kiss, a tongue- it was gone. Then I felt Chuck’s cock penetrate my cunt and I felt like I exploded. Liz gently lowered her pussy onto my mouth so I could bring her pleasure and add to that of my own. It worked.
Chuck pulled his cock from my pussy and got behind Liz pushing his cock deep into her.
“I want to finish what I started.”
His balls hit my forehead as he pumped her pussy. Liz fingered me. Liz just kept saying ‘Oh’ over and over. Soon, he exploded inside her pussy bringing her to another orgasm. When he finally pulled out, I let his cum drain into my mouth swallowing every drop. I finished her by licking her clean.
We went into the bathroom. Liz removed her stockings and we showered then toweled off.
I could have played with her all night. But, Liz said she needed to dress and go. As she left, she kissed us saying “later.”
Chuck and I went to bed. I wondered if he was up to a round with me. His breathing pattern said he was down for sleep.
Oh well, dessert was delicious, again.
Safiya
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