Double Booked: Part 8

The dawn’s golden light streaming around the room’s blinds greet my waking eyes. Staring up at an unfamiliar ceiling I gradually rouse from what had been the deepest and most restful sleep that I could remember. The anxieties and neuroses that often plagued my slumber had been mercifully silent. Perhaps it was the clean mountain air, perhaps it was this cozy down quilt and soft mattress, perhaps it was…

The events of the night before hit me in a flash. So out of the ordinary were the memories that come flooding back that I believe for a moment they’d all been some crazy dream. But the memories were real. Rosemary, her big surprise, what we’d done in this very bed last night, all of it. Blood rushing to my cheeks I turn my head to look at my sleeping wife. Her words still rang in my ears. ‘…little thing…dicklet…sissy girl…I will see my sexy man sucking a cock…’ In the light of day my shame for enjoying such emasculation strikes deeper and truer. Those feelings did nothing to wilt the raging hard on hidden beneath the blankets though.

Lifting the cover I stare down at my pecker both surprised to see him at attention and proud of my little guy for showing such verve. For awhile there I’d been worried that there might be something physically wrong with me but as last night and this morning proved whatever my issues were they were in my head and not my penis. Three times we’d done it last night. Three! And now here he was up with the morning light. And all without those pills. The weird kink we’d uncovered last night was undeniably embarrassing but so to was it empowering. I’d finally found my libido! I needed to learn how to control it so that I could last longer but it felt absolutely FANTASTIC to feel genuinely and fully horny.

I consider reaching down to take care of things but in the end I opt to deny myself. Whatever virility I had in my body I wanted to spend on Daisy…and possibly Rosemary!? Staring back at the ceiling I am shaking my head in disbelief. Had we REALLY agreed to that last night? It was amazing what a bit of wine and the sight of a massive cock could do to a couple in a rut. A shudder runs through me as the image of Rosemary’s member looms larger than life in my imagination. Looking down at my own meager manhood then overlaying it with her monster makes me feel smaller and hornier than ever.

“Mrrmm.” Daisy moans and rolls over on. “You’re letting the cold air in.” She mumbles. As she moves her arm brushes against my erection. “Mm?” She takes a hold of it and feels my hardness. “Mmm.” In one smooth motion she rolls over on top of me then shifts down to take my penis inside of her. While she wasn’t wet like she was last night she must have been having some wicked dreams because I find her pussy to be already moist and ready.

“Ohhh shit!” I whisper as she engulfs me balls deep.

“Mmmmm.” Still mostly asleep Daisy lays on my body as her hips begin to rise and fall. Her face nuzzled into my neck her upper half dozes as her lower half pumps away on my manhood. “Mmmm.”

“Hahhh! Hahhh! Ohhhh God, baby!” I sigh as her gripping cunny, muted reaction and soft body take me back to the heaven of last night. “Yessss!” But a few minutes later I have her ass in my hands while I thrust up into her as I am wracked with ecstasy. “Ohhhhhhhh!”

Her hips stop moving as she stays still to let me bust my nut deep and hard. And then, once she knew I was done, she tenderly kisses my neck. “Love you, baby.” She mumbles. With that she rises just high enough for my dick to slip from her sex then rolls back to her side of the bed with her pussy full of my cum. Inside of a minute I hear soft snores from her. She hadn’t even fully roused and we’d already had our first sex of the day.

I lay staring at her, still in awe of these new feelings. Again I hadn’t given her an orgasm…and I was okay with it. I wish she had cum, I always wanted to give my wife good feelings, but I was okay with it because SHE was okay with it. In fact it kind of excited me that I couldn’t make her climax through penetrative sex alone. I felt so selfish and sinful and…small, all the things a ‘real’ man wasn’t supposed to feel. But Daisy hadn’t chosen one of those kind of men, men like Eric, she had chosen little old me.

Ever so gently so as not to wake her I kiss my wife’s curly red hair and breath. “I looove youuu.”

Staring up at the ceiling I take a big bracing breath through my nose then let it out in a puff. Feeling energized I decide right then to thank the ladies for the best night of my life. I was gonna make them my special omelets. Slipping out of bed and into my slippers and pajamas I sneak from the room. There is an extra spring in my step as I climb the stairs to the main floor.

I smell her before I see her as the sweet, earthy scent of premium tobacco tickles my senses. I hear a long exhale and see a plume of white smoke lit up by the morning light spread toward the balcony windows. A little tremor of nerves causes my steps to falter for a moment. I hadn’t expected not to be the first one up. Evidently our housemate was an early riser as well. Knowing this encounter had to come sooner or later I gather my mettle and press forward.

Rosemary sat upon the sofa with the regal bearing of a Pharaoh as she stared out at the spectacular view of our private mountain valley. The rain had cleared leaving the breathtaking sight we’d seen in the ad in its place. She was dressed in a fine silk robe, black of course. Her legs were crossed in a ladylike manner that I wouldn’t have thought possible given what she was packing. One full shapely calf was exposed and on her foot was a fuzzy pink slipper completely at odds with the rest of her wardrobe. It was a little thing but the slipper amused me. Despite the early hour her hair and makeup had already been touched up. Though a creature of the night the morning glow did nothing the dim her dark beauty. She was, in a word, gorgeous!

A bit too long I stare at her thighs thinking about what was hidden under that silk. A big, long, fat monster cock. A cock that my wife wanted. A cock that I wanted for her to have. A cock…that she wanted for me as well. So many new feelings. So many confusing thoughts. It was all just…a lot to take in.

Without turning her head she glances my way then right back out the window again.

With a voice as chipper as my mood I say. “Good morning, Rosemary.”

“Hrf.” She scoffs icily.

Yikes! Not a morning person obviously. She’d gone right back to that frosty bitch queen from when we first arrived. Here I thought we’d gotten past all of that.

“Um…”

“Coffee.”

“Huh?”

“The coffee maker’s broken. You know about…” She waves her hand. “…kitchen shit. I need a coffee. Deal with it.”

“Oh. Um, sure.” I say in an appeasing tone. “I’ll take a look at it. Hey, I was thinking about making you ladies some of my special omelets. Do you…?”

“Yeah! Sure! Whatever!” She snaps. “Just keep me fed until I can get out of this hell hole.”

“Hell hole?” I say. “How can you say that?” Walking to the balcony door I look out over the little lake sparking in the morning light and the steep forested slopes and magnificent craggy peaks. “This is heaven if I’ve ever seen it.”

“I hate it.”

“Oh, um…l-look! There’s a canoe. Have you ever…”

“I don’t want to fucking canoe, idiot! I want to get the fuck out of here!”

I turn to look at her, my heart beating faster and faster. Desperately I try to think of something to say to sooth the woman. I didn’t do well with conflict. I did even worse with open hostility. Especially when I was on my own. With all of my empathy I say. “Did you have a bad night’s sleep?”

“What the fuck do you think?”

“Oh!”

“How the FUCK was I supposed to sleep with you two humping and moaning all night. Selfish cunts. No fucking common courtesy whatsoever!”

My cheeks warm with a blush. “Oh, um, we tried to keep quiet.”

“Well you failed!”

I bow my head. “I’m sorry. I-It won’t happen again.”

Her eyes narrow with that same man hating fervor we’d seen on our arrival. “I don’t want your apologies, Jeff.” She practically spits my shortened name. “I don’t want to see those puppy dog eyes. I want a fucking cup of fucking coffee! FUCKING NOW!”

I startle and nod. “Y-Yes, M-Ma’am!”

As I begin to scurry to the kitchen she lets out a long sigh and pinches the bridge of her nose. “Wait. Wait!”

“Hm?”

“Hahhh. You did nothing to deserve that. You’ve been nothing but…fuck.” Opening her eyes again she pat the sofa next to her. “Sit here, Jeffrey.”

“Um…”

“Don’t be afraid.” She says, her tone warming slightly. “Please sit with me, Jeffrey.” Tentatively I go and sit on the sofa, leaving a good foot and half of space between us. I sit small, my hands clasped at my knees. “That wasn’t very civil of me. Let me try this again.” She takes a breath. “Good morning, Jeffrey.”

“Um, good morning.”

Butting out her cigarillo she turns to face me, her arm across the back of the sofa behind my shoulders. “I won’t make excuses for my behavior last night except to say that I’d had a lot to drink, even before you’d arrived. I confess, after what happened yesterday, seeing such a pretty girl so happy with her pretty little blue-eyed, blond-haired man…the green-eyed monster got the better of me.” She touches my back. “I may have said and…shared more than I would have otherwise.”

“It’s okay.”

“It’s okay?”

I nod, just happy that she wasn’t yelling at me anymore.

“You darling man. You are a sweet thing. As sweet as wine…and just as intoxicating.”

“Um…”

“I’ve never met such a pretty man as you, Jeffrey.” Her fingers begin to play between my shoulder blades. “Hah!” She shakes her head and pulls her hand away. “But I digress. When Daisy wakes up I will offer you both an apology for my behavior last night and for ruining your honeymoon. In return I hope that we can get through this time that we are stuck here as cordially as possible and that you might do me the courtesy of keeping my little secret.”

“It’s not so little.” I whisper.

This makes her chuckle. “No, darling. Not so little.”

“You want to…” I swallow. “…apologize for last night?”

“If you’ll accept it.”

“But…” I look over and meet her gaze. “…what if we…liked it?”

Her left brow slowly raises. “Liked it?”

I tear my eyes away and stare down at my clasped hands. Shaking my head I stammer. “I m-mean…I didn’t mean anything…I-I-I don’t…um…” An interminably long awkward pause follows as I am lost for words. I wish Daisy were here!

“Jeffrey.”

“Yeah?”

Her warm hand presses against my back. “Get me my damn coffee.”

I nod. “Yes, Ma’am!”

Part 9