I’ve had an idea for a new story for a while but when I started writing it, it took a different turn than I was expecting and I really like where it’s going. Hope you enjoy! And don’t worry, my other story will continue as well.
Chapter 1
I love my wife. I love her so much. But I’ve not been honest with her for a long time.
I should describe her. She’s so incredibly pretty. A natural beauty with high cheek bones, small mouth and ice blue eyes. She’s rather taken by the Sixties; she was nuts about the Mad Men TV show. As such, she’s tailored her own style to that of that era. Her clothes are often tight shirts or sweaters and snug capri pants. She wears her chestnut hair in a longish side cut with curled ends, often wearing a headband. She’s thin with nicely proportional breasts. She teaches history at a community college nearby.
Being completely realistic, I completely hit above my weight class to land her. I’m not bad looking, average height, average weight. But I scored with her because I’m a musician. A composer by trade, but a guitarist and music historian by love. I happened to have an affinity for the sixties musically as well, so when I could play for her just about all her favorite tunes, I had her.
We got married pretty young right out of college and both decided we weren’t really in a rush for kids. We’re now both in early 30’s and still aren’t feeling a huge push.
But something has begun eating at me and I couldn’t hold back anymore.
She’s pretty conservative sexually. We make love fairly regularly, but it’s sweet and loving and typically just missionary position. I love to go down on her, but she thinks it’s too dirty so doesn’t let me do it often. As far as her giving head to me, it’s very infrequent and she generally doesn’t stick with it long before getting embarrassed. She knows that I’d be interested in more, and I believe she wants to, but her catholic upbringing just has her too uptight about it.
In my experience, girls who had strict religious upbringing either fall in line and never break out or they’re rebellious hellions. My wife would clearly be in the former.
So me being a guy in the modern age going slightly unfulfilled turned to online porn rather than to cheating on her. And, as I’m posting our story here, you can guess where this is going. I am a wannabe cuckold.
Early in my exploration I discovered I enjoyed reading erotic fiction even more than photos and videos. I mean, my wife is drop dead gorgeous so 99% of any women I would see wouldn’t match up to her. But with stories, I could place myself and her into them. Especially cuckold/hotwife stories.
You see, I’ve never told her, but I was understandably lacking in confidence to land her and keep her when we first met in college. I knew she had plenty of suitors and when we first started dating, I stalked her a bit. It’s my own fault- she was pretty keen on me when we met. I couldn’t believe she would be and I wanted to play it cool. I actually encouraged her to continue seeing others for a time, claiming that I didn’t want her to miss out on any potential experiences in college that a steady boyfriend might keep her from.
A therapist might deduce that I was keeping her at arms reach to escape what I feared was the inevitable rejection. They’d be right.
But something happened. One night when she went on a date with Robbie Masterson (like I’d ever forget his name) I was following. I kept up with them all night and even was in position to see him make a move on her. I was both terrified that he’d succeed, stealing her away from me, and turned on thinking I’d be able to see her, the most beautiful girl in the world to me, having some form of intimacy without me. She ended up giving him a hand job in his pants (I suspect she figured it was the quickest way out of what could have been a bad situation).
The next time I saw her, when we we were together I couldn’t help myself. I was so turned on knowing what she had done with Robbie, that we ended up having sex for the first time and the rest is, as they say, history.
So that brings us to today. Our tenth wedding anniversary was coming up. I never told her about an extra composing job I took (a series of work for an ad agency) so I could make some surprise vacation cash. Our honeymoon was pretty modest, so I had gathered enough to get us a full week at a couple of mid-level resorts in Hawaii. This was a dream vacation for her and I knew it was going to blow her mind.
And it did. When I finally revealed the surprise and the details (3 nights in Maui, 3 nights in Kauai, and 1 final night in Honolulu before flying out the next day) she literally fell to the floor with tears in her eyes. She was so touched I had gone through the effort to make the extra money secretly so I could surprise her with her dream vacation. She absolutely doted on me for the weeks leading up to the trip.
When the trip finally arrived, she started acting secretive herself and she wouldn’t let me see what she had packed. I know she had done some shopping for some clothes for the trip, but I had no idea why she’d be so coy about her purchases.
We got on the plane and she cuddled up to me in our seats. She leaned over and whispered something that started our trip off in an interesting way.
“Honey, this is literally the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me and I fully intend to pay your kindness back. For this one week, I will do anything you tell me to do without question. Anything.”
“Anything?” I asked her, wondering if she really meant it.
“Honey, I’ve seen your browser history. I tell you that not for you to feel any guilt. I’m saying this so you understand fully the implications when I say ANYTHING.”
To be continued…
Anything Goes
Anything Goes
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OOAA
Re: Anything Goes
Second surprise of the morning!!!
A new story of DarrenZ!!!!!
It is a great first chapter and definitely keeps me (an I hope us) very eager for more
Really hot and interesting starting... and very surprise her proposal... let's see were anything takes us
A new story of DarrenZ!!!!!
It is a great first chapter and definitely keeps me (an I hope us) very eager for more
Really hot and interesting starting... and very surprise her proposal... let's see were anything takes us
Re: Anything Goes
Nice start.
Definitly want to see where it goes !
Definitly want to see where it goes !
Re: Anything Goes
When the muse hits you, you go with it.
Chapter 2
I had to ask her.
“How in the world did you get to this place?”
“Well, it wasn’t too hard. First, I have a loving husband who made my dream come true. I am so excited about Hawaii, honey. So I wanted to give you something equally dream-fulfilling. I know I’ve been pretty conservative in our love life and I feel like we have a window here, before we have kids, to push the boundaries. I’m not saying that however far we go this week will become our new norm, but I’m hoping we get to a place where you’ve been able to experience some of your desires and we have a little more fun in the bedroom. Your so deserving of it.”
I just adore her.
“So what, exactly, have you read?”
She blushed, “A lot.”
“Yeah?”
“I read anything I found you had read by your browser history. But I also explored a bit myself. I picked up on themes you seemed to gravitate towards. And discovered some things I especially liked.”
“Liked? You mean it went more than just curiosity as to what I like?”
“Yes,” she replied.
“Hannah, do you get off on these stories?”
She achieved a deeper shade of red on her pale skin, “Yes, John.”
“Babe, are YOU looking forward to trying some of the things you’ve read?”
A long pause. She fidgeted with her hands.
“Yes, but… I’m still nervous. The biggest drive is to please you. Fulfill your wishes. I’m thankful we get to play so far from home and that I can give myself over to your control. It gives me an excuse to let go- I’m pleasing my man. And hopefully, with you in control, we avoid the likelihood of you having regrets.”
“So do you have a favorite story or author?”
“Oh, honey. I have a confession. Remember last month when you were gone to Phoenix for that conference for almost a week? When you came back you were concerned because I was so tired?”
“Yes?”
“I stayed up nearly all night for three nights reading the epic story about Mike and Jen by an author called ‘xleglover’.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yeah. I couldn’t put it down. I’d get to the end of a chapter or a section and then couldn’t believe there was more. I felt bad for Mike, I was mad at Jen, and I’d get frustrated at both of them, but above all, I was very turned on. I had to change my panties many times.”
“We’ll that’s hot. Yeah, that story was an early favorite I revisit certain chapters often. You know he’s done other newer series not on Literotica with variations on Mike and Jen’s story, right?”
“Oh don’t tell me that. I’d be too tempted to just read those for the trip.”
We had a nice laugh together. Fortunately we were in a break in our conversation when the flight attendants delivered our meal.
“I have to tell you, I don’t know if I will be able to go all the way. I mean it when I said you are in control, I will do what you ask me to do. It’s still going to be extremely tough for me, but I want to please you.”
“Can I ask, what particular things get you hot? I certainly want it to be something you enjoy as well.”
“Honey, you have to order me if you want to get that information. That’s part of the game, right?” she grinned at me.
“Ok, then, Hannah, you must tell me what parts of the stories you read excited you most.”
Her smile was even bigger. She was enjoying me being in control.
“I was very turned on by the idea of the wife not being a slut to just any randos. I liked when the women in the stories had ‘boyfriends’, men she developed a relationship with. I know that might be hard to achieve with our timeline and schedule on this trip. I am very curious about larger…”
“Call them by the appropriate name, Hannah.”
“…cocks. I want to see a larger cock. I want to touch a bigger cock.”
Her breathing was suddenly heavier. Talking about this was getting her hot.
“Have you ever had a larger cock, Hannah? One bigger than mine?”
Silence.
“Hannah, tell me.”
“Yes.”
“Was this after we got together?”
“Oh no. Definitely not. I absolutely have been faithful to you.”
“Who?”
“Well there’s one I believe you know about.”
“What?”
“I know you saw me with Robbie in college.”
Now it was my time to be speechless.
“You… how?”
“Honey, you weren’t as stealthy as you thought you were. Robbie was oblivious, but I saw you.”
“Is that why you just jerked him off? Because you knew I was watching?”
“No. That’s all he ever would’ve gotten. I was actually pretty embarrassed to have done that in front of you, knowing you were watching. It obviously turned out alright, but I was so nervous I’d lose you after I did that.”
“Oh, babe,” I said caressing her cheek. I kissed her for the first time since we began this talk.
“How big was he? You have to tell me.”
“He wasn’t much longer. But he was very thick. Felt like a big fan of soda. My fingers didn’t touch.”
“Oh geez.”
“Yeah. I remember thinking that night that I was glad he was sated with just a hand job. He might have split me in two.”
“Oh, babe,” I both was turned on by the thought of her taking such a thick cock but also felt a little bad thinking of one causing her pain. Then I continued, “You suggested there was more than one?”
“Yes. Are you ordering me to tell you?”
“Yes.”
“During like my first few weeks at school, I got myself in a not super safe situation. I ended up alone at a frat party. I wasn’t drinking. You know me and alcohol. But I ended up chatting with a guy and I was flirting. I wasn’t a virgin, but I hadn’t had much experience. There was a part of me that wanted to get a little more. He led me to his room. I went willingly. We started making out. I was really into it. He began taking my clothes off. I was really wet. I started taking his clothes off. And then his pants came off. He had the biggest cock l’d ever seen and it wasn’t fully hard yet. As thick as Robbie, but much longer. My stomach dropped. I got really scared. The rest is a bit of a blur. Despite being sober, and I never drank anything at the party for fear of being doped, but I think I blacked out a bit. I remember him being over me. I remember him asking me if he needed to put on a condom. I remember some voice coming from out of my own head telling him, ‘No. I want to feel you in me.’”
“Holy shit.”
“Yeah. But there’s more. He put it in. Just barely. It was a tight fit. He came. He was not some experienced lover. I freaked out. I quickly made an excuse and pulled myself together and got out of there before he could string more than a ‘I’m sorry.’”
“Ok, wow. How come you never said anything?”
“John, it was Lucas Jones.”
My mind was blown. Lucas was one of my friends. We grew apart in college. I always thought it was because of his involvement in the frat, but now I have to wonder if it was embarrassment after I started dating Hannah.
But it wasn’t just our friendship. Lucas is black.
“Oh my god.”
“Yeah.”
“Were you ever going to say anything?”
“No. Thank goodness you ordered me to tell you.”
“He came in you. You weren’t on birth control then, we’re you?”
“No, I wasn’t. It was a scary couple of weeks. But…” she stopped saying whatever it was she was about to say.
“Tell me.”
“I was scared, but I was so turned on. If I wasn’t in class I was either on the verge of throwing up out of nerves or I was masturbating furiously. I had great relief when my period finally came, but it was definitely something that confused me in the moment.”
“Really?”
“John, I’m glad I know about your desires. I’m sorry I found out without your planning to, but I’m glad I know. But I owe you the truth. One of my hidden desires is to have an interracial baby.”
“Are you for real?”
“Yeah. I don’t know how I could ever go through with it, but oh my god does it get me off. I’ve read a few stories where a black lover, or ‘bull’, impregnates a willing white wife. I have such massive orgasms when I do.”
This revelation has blown every thing I ever thought about who my wife is out the window. She was staring at me intently, seeking to read my reaction. All I had for her at the moment was shock, but there wasn’t an ounce of disgust. She took the blanket that was over her legs and she moved it across my lap as well as her own and used it as an opportunity to feel my crotch. My hard dick told her what I thought about her admission.
She leaned in and whispered to me, “I’m going to jerk you off under this blanket just like I jerked off Robbie while you watched.”
I believe I just grunted in return. I was pretty light headed.
She unzipped my pants and worked her hand in the fly though my boxers as well.
“Well, you’re certainly nice and hard. I mean, not like Robbie, of course. But this’ll do.”
I came in seconds.
Chapter 2
I had to ask her.
“How in the world did you get to this place?”
“Well, it wasn’t too hard. First, I have a loving husband who made my dream come true. I am so excited about Hawaii, honey. So I wanted to give you something equally dream-fulfilling. I know I’ve been pretty conservative in our love life and I feel like we have a window here, before we have kids, to push the boundaries. I’m not saying that however far we go this week will become our new norm, but I’m hoping we get to a place where you’ve been able to experience some of your desires and we have a little more fun in the bedroom. Your so deserving of it.”
I just adore her.
“So what, exactly, have you read?”
She blushed, “A lot.”
“Yeah?”
“I read anything I found you had read by your browser history. But I also explored a bit myself. I picked up on themes you seemed to gravitate towards. And discovered some things I especially liked.”
“Liked? You mean it went more than just curiosity as to what I like?”
“Yes,” she replied.
“Hannah, do you get off on these stories?”
She achieved a deeper shade of red on her pale skin, “Yes, John.”
“Babe, are YOU looking forward to trying some of the things you’ve read?”
A long pause. She fidgeted with her hands.
“Yes, but… I’m still nervous. The biggest drive is to please you. Fulfill your wishes. I’m thankful we get to play so far from home and that I can give myself over to your control. It gives me an excuse to let go- I’m pleasing my man. And hopefully, with you in control, we avoid the likelihood of you having regrets.”
“So do you have a favorite story or author?”
“Oh, honey. I have a confession. Remember last month when you were gone to Phoenix for that conference for almost a week? When you came back you were concerned because I was so tired?”
“Yes?”
“I stayed up nearly all night for three nights reading the epic story about Mike and Jen by an author called ‘xleglover’.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yeah. I couldn’t put it down. I’d get to the end of a chapter or a section and then couldn’t believe there was more. I felt bad for Mike, I was mad at Jen, and I’d get frustrated at both of them, but above all, I was very turned on. I had to change my panties many times.”
“We’ll that’s hot. Yeah, that story was an early favorite I revisit certain chapters often. You know he’s done other newer series not on Literotica with variations on Mike and Jen’s story, right?”
“Oh don’t tell me that. I’d be too tempted to just read those for the trip.”
We had a nice laugh together. Fortunately we were in a break in our conversation when the flight attendants delivered our meal.
“I have to tell you, I don’t know if I will be able to go all the way. I mean it when I said you are in control, I will do what you ask me to do. It’s still going to be extremely tough for me, but I want to please you.”
“Can I ask, what particular things get you hot? I certainly want it to be something you enjoy as well.”
“Honey, you have to order me if you want to get that information. That’s part of the game, right?” she grinned at me.
“Ok, then, Hannah, you must tell me what parts of the stories you read excited you most.”
Her smile was even bigger. She was enjoying me being in control.
“I was very turned on by the idea of the wife not being a slut to just any randos. I liked when the women in the stories had ‘boyfriends’, men she developed a relationship with. I know that might be hard to achieve with our timeline and schedule on this trip. I am very curious about larger…”
“Call them by the appropriate name, Hannah.”
“…cocks. I want to see a larger cock. I want to touch a bigger cock.”
Her breathing was suddenly heavier. Talking about this was getting her hot.
“Have you ever had a larger cock, Hannah? One bigger than mine?”
Silence.
“Hannah, tell me.”
“Yes.”
“Was this after we got together?”
“Oh no. Definitely not. I absolutely have been faithful to you.”
“Who?”
“Well there’s one I believe you know about.”
“What?”
“I know you saw me with Robbie in college.”
Now it was my time to be speechless.
“You… how?”
“Honey, you weren’t as stealthy as you thought you were. Robbie was oblivious, but I saw you.”
“Is that why you just jerked him off? Because you knew I was watching?”
“No. That’s all he ever would’ve gotten. I was actually pretty embarrassed to have done that in front of you, knowing you were watching. It obviously turned out alright, but I was so nervous I’d lose you after I did that.”
“Oh, babe,” I said caressing her cheek. I kissed her for the first time since we began this talk.
“How big was he? You have to tell me.”
“He wasn’t much longer. But he was very thick. Felt like a big fan of soda. My fingers didn’t touch.”
“Oh geez.”
“Yeah. I remember thinking that night that I was glad he was sated with just a hand job. He might have split me in two.”
“Oh, babe,” I both was turned on by the thought of her taking such a thick cock but also felt a little bad thinking of one causing her pain. Then I continued, “You suggested there was more than one?”
“Yes. Are you ordering me to tell you?”
“Yes.”
“During like my first few weeks at school, I got myself in a not super safe situation. I ended up alone at a frat party. I wasn’t drinking. You know me and alcohol. But I ended up chatting with a guy and I was flirting. I wasn’t a virgin, but I hadn’t had much experience. There was a part of me that wanted to get a little more. He led me to his room. I went willingly. We started making out. I was really into it. He began taking my clothes off. I was really wet. I started taking his clothes off. And then his pants came off. He had the biggest cock l’d ever seen and it wasn’t fully hard yet. As thick as Robbie, but much longer. My stomach dropped. I got really scared. The rest is a bit of a blur. Despite being sober, and I never drank anything at the party for fear of being doped, but I think I blacked out a bit. I remember him being over me. I remember him asking me if he needed to put on a condom. I remember some voice coming from out of my own head telling him, ‘No. I want to feel you in me.’”
“Holy shit.”
“Yeah. But there’s more. He put it in. Just barely. It was a tight fit. He came. He was not some experienced lover. I freaked out. I quickly made an excuse and pulled myself together and got out of there before he could string more than a ‘I’m sorry.’”
“Ok, wow. How come you never said anything?”
“John, it was Lucas Jones.”
My mind was blown. Lucas was one of my friends. We grew apart in college. I always thought it was because of his involvement in the frat, but now I have to wonder if it was embarrassment after I started dating Hannah.
But it wasn’t just our friendship. Lucas is black.
“Oh my god.”
“Yeah.”
“Were you ever going to say anything?”
“No. Thank goodness you ordered me to tell you.”
“He came in you. You weren’t on birth control then, we’re you?”
“No, I wasn’t. It was a scary couple of weeks. But…” she stopped saying whatever it was she was about to say.
“Tell me.”
“I was scared, but I was so turned on. If I wasn’t in class I was either on the verge of throwing up out of nerves or I was masturbating furiously. I had great relief when my period finally came, but it was definitely something that confused me in the moment.”
“Really?”
“John, I’m glad I know about your desires. I’m sorry I found out without your planning to, but I’m glad I know. But I owe you the truth. One of my hidden desires is to have an interracial baby.”
“Are you for real?”
“Yeah. I don’t know how I could ever go through with it, but oh my god does it get me off. I’ve read a few stories where a black lover, or ‘bull’, impregnates a willing white wife. I have such massive orgasms when I do.”
This revelation has blown every thing I ever thought about who my wife is out the window. She was staring at me intently, seeking to read my reaction. All I had for her at the moment was shock, but there wasn’t an ounce of disgust. She took the blanket that was over her legs and she moved it across my lap as well as her own and used it as an opportunity to feel my crotch. My hard dick told her what I thought about her admission.
She leaned in and whispered to me, “I’m going to jerk you off under this blanket just like I jerked off Robbie while you watched.”
I believe I just grunted in return. I was pretty light headed.
She unzipped my pants and worked her hand in the fly though my boxers as well.
“Well, you’re certainly nice and hard. I mean, not like Robbie, of course. But this’ll do.”
I came in seconds.
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Re: Anything Goes
I'd cum in seconds too if I was John.
Awesome story!
Awesome story!
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Re: Anything Goes
Going to be interesting to see how they live some of this in a short period of time
Re: Anything Goes
Time + inspiration = productive work
Chapter 3
First, a sincere apology to the flight attendant who ended up having to deal with that blanket.
But back to the plane trip. We'd been talking so much that the trip passed pretty quickly for us. We had a little bit of time left, like maybe an hour or so, when an idea struck me. Time to test my wife's mettle.
"Babe, I have an order to give you. Are you ready?"
She knew what I meant for sure and I saw her swallow hard as she nodded in acknowledgement.
"That's not going to do. I think a 'Yes, sir' is appropriate."
That did it. Wow, was my wife a closet submissive?
"Yes, sir."
"Much better. OK, here is what I want you to do. I want you to get up and go to the restroom. When you get in, lock the door. Do whatever you might need to. But then I want you to do these four things in this sequence. First, I want you to make sure your panties and pants are down and your knees are spread wide. Second, I want you to lift your shirt and bra. There's no reasonable need for you to do that, but I want you to nonetheless. Third, I want you to unlock the door. And finally, I want you to begin to play with your pussy. And wait. I'm going to follow soon after you go, so I'll make sure that you won't end up flashing a kid or a woman. I'll tell them I was waiting to use it. But if a guy approaches I won't say anything but if he asks me, I'll just tell him I'm just stretching my legs and I think the restroom is free."
Hannah's jaw hung open a bit as I finished telling her what to do. Her mouth closed back slowly, and she began to nod.
"Yes, sir."
She got up and went toward the bathroom. It was obvious that she was nervous. I did not see her look around too much. One was open and she went in. I waited a beat, then I got up and stood in the open area by the restroom.
Time seemed to tick by slowly. I heard the toilet flush, the sink run, then, after a few minutes, the lock on the door was disengaged.
I waited. Then I saw him. A big white guy, probably deuce, deuce and a half. Well-developed beer belly (no judgement) and red hair with a longish beard. Definitely not my wife's type. Seeing him come, I got a little nervous. You tend not to think about unwilling participants in a situation like this, but it was what it was.
He approached the door glanced at me briefly, but never said a word as he went ahead and opened the door.
There, spread bare for him and I to clearly see, was my very exposed wife. It must have taken him several minutes to register what he was seeing. My wife later told me that his mouth slowly grew into the biggest shit eating grin she'd ever seen. He said nothing and just took in the view. My wife, unsure about what I expected her to do, also didn't blink. She kept rubbing her clit as she looked him dead straight in the eyes. Then suddenly she came to her senses and pulled her clothes into place.
"Oh, so sorry. I must have not locked the door correctly. Stupid me."
A decent guy might have said something, something to assist with her excuse and potentially help save her from further embarrassment. Not Big Red. She told me he had the eyes of a predator. If I hadn't been there, things might have gone differently. Maybe not. He didn't seem to give two shits about my presence up to this point.
She pulled herself together quickly and moved by him. He gave her the briefest of space to get past him out the door. He watched her move back down the aisle, staring at her tight little ass (Hannah does a ton of yoga). Shaking his head, he continued into the restroom and closed and locked the door.
I used that as my opportunity to get back to our seats and I got into aisle seat as she had moved into the window one.
I took her hand and she was physically shaking. Not too much, but her adrenaline was definitely flowing.
"I'm so fucking turned on right now. If you were to touch my pussy, I'd fucking explode," she whispered to me very seriously.
"Well then, I guess I can't do that then, can I?"
The look on her face was priceless. Despite her comment, me touching her was exactly what she wanted and I was denying her that. I think she nearly came just from the dominance I was showing her. I honestly didn't know I had it in me.
I saw her move her hand to her own lap.
"I didn't say you could do that either."
She swallowed hard.
"Yes, sir."
I was enjoying the dominance role, however this wasn't really my thing. But I needn't worry. It wasn't going to last for long.
Chapter 3
First, a sincere apology to the flight attendant who ended up having to deal with that blanket.
But back to the plane trip. We'd been talking so much that the trip passed pretty quickly for us. We had a little bit of time left, like maybe an hour or so, when an idea struck me. Time to test my wife's mettle.
"Babe, I have an order to give you. Are you ready?"
She knew what I meant for sure and I saw her swallow hard as she nodded in acknowledgement.
"That's not going to do. I think a 'Yes, sir' is appropriate."
That did it. Wow, was my wife a closet submissive?
"Yes, sir."
"Much better. OK, here is what I want you to do. I want you to get up and go to the restroom. When you get in, lock the door. Do whatever you might need to. But then I want you to do these four things in this sequence. First, I want you to make sure your panties and pants are down and your knees are spread wide. Second, I want you to lift your shirt and bra. There's no reasonable need for you to do that, but I want you to nonetheless. Third, I want you to unlock the door. And finally, I want you to begin to play with your pussy. And wait. I'm going to follow soon after you go, so I'll make sure that you won't end up flashing a kid or a woman. I'll tell them I was waiting to use it. But if a guy approaches I won't say anything but if he asks me, I'll just tell him I'm just stretching my legs and I think the restroom is free."
Hannah's jaw hung open a bit as I finished telling her what to do. Her mouth closed back slowly, and she began to nod.
"Yes, sir."
She got up and went toward the bathroom. It was obvious that she was nervous. I did not see her look around too much. One was open and she went in. I waited a beat, then I got up and stood in the open area by the restroom.
Time seemed to tick by slowly. I heard the toilet flush, the sink run, then, after a few minutes, the lock on the door was disengaged.
I waited. Then I saw him. A big white guy, probably deuce, deuce and a half. Well-developed beer belly (no judgement) and red hair with a longish beard. Definitely not my wife's type. Seeing him come, I got a little nervous. You tend not to think about unwilling participants in a situation like this, but it was what it was.
He approached the door glanced at me briefly, but never said a word as he went ahead and opened the door.
There, spread bare for him and I to clearly see, was my very exposed wife. It must have taken him several minutes to register what he was seeing. My wife later told me that his mouth slowly grew into the biggest shit eating grin she'd ever seen. He said nothing and just took in the view. My wife, unsure about what I expected her to do, also didn't blink. She kept rubbing her clit as she looked him dead straight in the eyes. Then suddenly she came to her senses and pulled her clothes into place.
"Oh, so sorry. I must have not locked the door correctly. Stupid me."
A decent guy might have said something, something to assist with her excuse and potentially help save her from further embarrassment. Not Big Red. She told me he had the eyes of a predator. If I hadn't been there, things might have gone differently. Maybe not. He didn't seem to give two shits about my presence up to this point.
She pulled herself together quickly and moved by him. He gave her the briefest of space to get past him out the door. He watched her move back down the aisle, staring at her tight little ass (Hannah does a ton of yoga). Shaking his head, he continued into the restroom and closed and locked the door.
I used that as my opportunity to get back to our seats and I got into aisle seat as she had moved into the window one.
I took her hand and she was physically shaking. Not too much, but her adrenaline was definitely flowing.
"I'm so fucking turned on right now. If you were to touch my pussy, I'd fucking explode," she whispered to me very seriously.
"Well then, I guess I can't do that then, can I?"
The look on her face was priceless. Despite her comment, me touching her was exactly what she wanted and I was denying her that. I think she nearly came just from the dominance I was showing her. I honestly didn't know I had it in me.
I saw her move her hand to her own lap.
"I didn't say you could do that either."
She swallowed hard.
"Yes, sir."
I was enjoying the dominance role, however this wasn't really my thing. But I needn't worry. It wasn't going to last for long.
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Re: Anything Goes
DarrenZ - Chapters 1 thru 3 are absolutely SCORCHING HOT. You are well on your way to spinning a hotwife yarn that could be a lock for the Hotwife Stories Hall of Fame. Keep up the great work! Duke
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Wow- mega praise Duke! And thanks to others as well. I will note those three chapters were written within 12 hours. It was just clicking.
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Chapter 4
We finally arrived and landed at Daniel K. Inouye International Airport in Honolulu. We'd have to get our bags and then transfer to an island hopper to fly us to Kahului Airport on Maui for the first leg of our trip.
While waiting for our bags, I saw Big Red looking Hannah's way. His wife, a very unattractive heavyset bottle blonde with dark roots showing, was staring daggers at Hannah. I guess he had told her what he saw.
Hannah had put on big sunglasses and was ignoring the attention she was getting. I’m certain she was thankful she had worn dark pants.
We took our short flight to Maui after transferring our bags. We got ground transportation to our resort.
We checked in and we’re quickly whisked to our modest but still very nice room. As Hannah begun to unpack, I told her I needed to make some arrangements for our plans for the next few days.
I went back down to the lobby and made my over to the concierge desk. I was hoping to find a guy working but instead found a woman. She was short, but very slender, wearing her long brunette hair straight.
“Aloha, mister…?”
“Aloha. I am John Steward. Room 506.”
She did a quick scan of her computer, obviously pulling up my reservation.
“Ah, yes. Welcome to the resort, Mr. Steward. I'm Rebecca and I'll be happy to assist you with any needs you have while at the resort. What can I help you with today?”
"I'd, umm, like to inquire about potential massage services. To set an appointment this afternoon for my wife."
"Certainly. Is there a specific type of massage your wife is desiring?" she asked.
It felt like something unspoken was left out there in her question.
"Types?" I asked, hoping playing dumb will allow her to fill in the gap.
"Oh yes. Would she like Swedish, hot stone, deep tissue, Shiatsu, lomilomi, couples… sensual…"
There it was.
"Oh, umm, sensual, I think," I said, trying my best to be discreet.
"No need to be embarrassed, Mr. Steward. We're more than capable of providing a broad range of services for our guests. Is there any specific type of masseur or masseuse that your wife would prefer. We have a broad range of choices in our providers in the area," she replied in a lowered voice.
Her casualness about the request put me at ease but, to be honest, her frankness kind of turned me on. I clearly got the impression Rebecca was more than willing to be an active assistance in our plans.
"Would you have a masseur of a… darker skinned persuasion?"
"Absolutely, Mr. Steward. One gentleman comes to mind. He is highly reviewed and has an excellent reputation for delivering on his client's desires. I'll ring him up to see if he has an opening today. I think there's a good chance he'll have at least one. Do you have a preferred time?"
I left her with an open slot for most of the afternoon as our plans for the day were generally to hang out on the hotel's beach. She let me know she'd contact me with an appointment time and took my cell number to text it to me.
I returned to the room and before I had even entered the door I received a text from Rebecca- "Confirmed appointment. 90 mins beginning at 3pm with Tré. Sensual massage to client's comfort. $300, inclusive of tip, to be charged to your room. Enjoy".
A winky emoji? I could've done without the winky emoji, Rebecca. Naughty girl.
As I walked in I saw that Hannah had finished unpacking and I heard her in our bathroom.
"Hi, babe. I'm back."
She stepped into the room and took my breath away. She had changed into a bikini that was un-fucking-believably hot. It was yellow with a knit pattern of diamonds. It was high waisted and the top had very strong points in a definite sixties style. Hannah wore it like a champ. Somehow it was many times more sexy than some trashy barely there thing might have been.
"I guess you like it?" she said with a smirk.
"Absolutely," I said as I went to her to take her in my arms.
I was shocked as she put her hand out, blocking my intended embrace.
"Oh, sweetheart. Don't get all revved up. I don't want you to mess up my makeup or my hair. You want me looking hot for all the other guys, don't you?" she said coquettishly.
Do you remember the end scene in movie Seven when Somerset realized what was in the box and said something to the effect of "Stay away. John Doe has the upper hand"? That was this moment. I suddenly remembered that Hannah came on this trip knowing she was going to offer herself up to meet my desires. She planned her outfit. She prepared herself to be desirable to others. She knew what would trigger a wannabe cuckold. She may use the talk of me giving her orders to assuage any guilt she might have about break her marital vows and her deep-seeded morals, but she came prepared.
And I don't take lightly the revelations from her past into all of this either. We've been married ten years, together almost twelve, and she has never even eluded to those stories. How they played into all of this, reflective of the revelations of my own previously secretive desires, loomed large in my head.
Fuck me, I'm so screwed, aren't I?
Shaking off being incredibly turned on by both her physical appearance and her denial of my affection, I just smiled back.
"Oh, of course, my love. I completely understand. We have a plan to stick to."
She nodded in earnest agreement with a little, girlish giggle. Damn.
"Well I have an update for you, dear," I began, "I have made an appointment for you at 2pm today to have a massage to get your vacation started off right. So let's go grab us some lunch and enjoy the beach for a bit before you're due back here."
"A massage? Oh honey that's so sweet of you. I can't wait. That'll be wonderful," she beamed.
"I'm glad you're pleased by my little surprise."
We went to the pool side café for lunch. I had an excellent roast pork sandwich with Terra Chips; Hannah had a light chicken salad croissant sandwich. Neither of us are big alcohol drinkers, but to get in the spirit of things we split a Mai Tai. Afterwards, we made our way to the beach.
Between lunch and making our way to the beach, Hannah was very much a center attraction. I saw more than one wife get annoyed with their husbands for staring unabashedly at Hannah. One even punched her hubby in the arm when he literally dropped his jaw with absolutely zero cool. I've always known that Hannah was really out of my league, but moments like this just emphasize that reality.
It also put in my head a thought that hadn't previously occurred to me in the whirlwind of a day we'd already had - if we really go down this path, and it seemed like Hannah had already committed to, would I set myself up to lose her over my more salacious desires? We had over a decade together and truly were deeply in love with each other, but desire and lust can be monumental agents of change in the realm of relationships. This was a high risk/high reward situation for sure.
This was what was going through my head as we set our stuff down at our picked spot on the beach and walked hand and hand to dip our toes in the gorgeous surf. We were smiling at each other as the waves lightly crash upon our legs as our feet sunk into the sand.
"I love you, you know," I said to her, perhaps a little shakier than I intended.
"I love you with all my heart, honey," she smiled. Then, being the very empathic woman that she was, she reached up and caressed my cheek.
"We don't have to do this. I'm going crazy with love and desire for you just with the talk about… all of this… You're enough for me. You don't have to prove anything or pay me back in anyway."
"Oh honey, I know that. I do. If you really don't want to do anything more, just say the word. But I want you to know that I truly do want whatever this may be. To please you, for sure, and also more than a little for me as well. Something has awakened and I'm excited. I feel like I have had butterflies in my stomach ever since I decided to do this for you, for us. And I really like that feeling. To be honest, the genie has left the bottle and I'm not certain I want to put it back in. Is that ok?"
"Oh Hannah, yes, of course. With all this talk about me giving you orders, I don't know. I got worried that I may be pushing you to places you didn't want to go yourself. And if I had to be honest, I'm a little afraid of losing you and we really haven't done anything real. Flashing some guy in an airplane was hot but actually engaging someone to have sex with you is a scarier reality than I ever really gave thought to."
"Honey, I will never, ever leave you. There is no fucking way. I really want to push myself and ride out where this goes, but I don't see ANY future that doesn't include me growing old with you."
And with that, immediately, everything was ok. That little seed of doubt that had crept in was neutralized.
I went to kiss her and while she came in, she moved her mouth to the side and whispered in my ear, "oh, honey. Let's not forget my makeup, right?"
Damn, she was good. The irony here is that she doesn't wear a lot of make-up. She is very much a natural beauty with near flawless skin. Yes, she was wearing a bold red lipstick, but lipstick can be easily re-applied. She said exactly what needed to be said to calm my fears but then seamlessly shifted it right back into the game of denial.
She playfully slapped my ass as she took my hand and led me back to our towels.
We sat out and I worked to apply sunscreen over her body. She'd bake fast in this sun if we didn't. She applied some to me in return. We laid out and took in the rays. I'm not much of a sun bather and she knew that and came prepared.
"Honey, I brought your Kindle in case you get bored. I also got you some new… reading material."
My interest was piqued for sure, so I reached into her bag as casually as I could. Man, she is playing me like a fiddle. Sure enough, I found a nice selection of hotwife/cuckold novels and novellas that I had previously been too concerned to purchase for fear she'd see them. Works by KT Morrison, Kenny Wright, and others were in there. She did her best to hide her grin behind her big sunglasses and broad rimmed beach hat, but I caught it.
Time passed pretty quickly and my Apple Watch shared an alarm that she'd need to head back to our room or she'd be late to the massage appointment. I went to tell her and she was already getting herself together. Obviously she had set a reminder herself. When I went to get up, she stopped me.
"Oh honey, there's no need for you to come. You stay here and keep our spot. Enjoy the sun and your books. I'll come back out to join you or call you if I'd prefer you come back to me."
This was a twist I wasn't prepared for. My hope had been to watch her get her sensual massage.
"Oh no, you know me and sun bathing. I'd rather come back with you."
She stared at me from behind her big movie star sunglasses for a moment and the slid them down her nose slightly.
"Is there something I should know about this massage you have set up for me?" she asked knowingly.
I was so busted. Guys, fair warning that marrying a smart woman is both a great thing AND will also be the death of you.
I swallowed, nervous and stalling for time.
"Yeah. Ummm, I arranged for you to have a 'sensual massage', not just a simple rub down," I admitted to her.
I slight smile crossed her lips.
"I know. I figured that out. I was just wondering if you were planning on telling me or if you'd really let me get into it without knowing."
I blushed. So busted.
"Well, I hadn't thought you would want to know. I was afraid you might over think it."
"So tell me, who am I to meet in our room?"
"His name is Tré."
"And should I expect Tré to be a black man?"
"I think so."
"And what were you hoping that I would do with Tré? Did you think I would have sex with someone you'd paid to pleasure me?"
Shit. Did I? She made it sound sleezy. Crap, because it was kind of sleezy.
"Maybe?"
She simply nodded at my honesty, albeit a little late.
"Ok. So here's what's going to happen. I'm going up to our room. Alone. You'll stay here. But I'll give you what I promised you. I will do anything you tell me to do. So tell me, what do you want me to do with Tré?"
I didn't think, I just said, "I want you to do what you want to with him."
"Do you mean that?"
"Yes, absolutely. I will be ok with whatever that may be. It's your body, you are in control. But you are completely free to take things as far as you want."
"Good answer. Enjoy your reading. I don't expect to see you before my appointment is over. Understand?"
"Yes, ma'am."
We finally arrived and landed at Daniel K. Inouye International Airport in Honolulu. We'd have to get our bags and then transfer to an island hopper to fly us to Kahului Airport on Maui for the first leg of our trip.
While waiting for our bags, I saw Big Red looking Hannah's way. His wife, a very unattractive heavyset bottle blonde with dark roots showing, was staring daggers at Hannah. I guess he had told her what he saw.
Hannah had put on big sunglasses and was ignoring the attention she was getting. I’m certain she was thankful she had worn dark pants.
We took our short flight to Maui after transferring our bags. We got ground transportation to our resort.
We checked in and we’re quickly whisked to our modest but still very nice room. As Hannah begun to unpack, I told her I needed to make some arrangements for our plans for the next few days.
I went back down to the lobby and made my over to the concierge desk. I was hoping to find a guy working but instead found a woman. She was short, but very slender, wearing her long brunette hair straight.
“Aloha, mister…?”
“Aloha. I am John Steward. Room 506.”
She did a quick scan of her computer, obviously pulling up my reservation.
“Ah, yes. Welcome to the resort, Mr. Steward. I'm Rebecca and I'll be happy to assist you with any needs you have while at the resort. What can I help you with today?”
"I'd, umm, like to inquire about potential massage services. To set an appointment this afternoon for my wife."
"Certainly. Is there a specific type of massage your wife is desiring?" she asked.
It felt like something unspoken was left out there in her question.
"Types?" I asked, hoping playing dumb will allow her to fill in the gap.
"Oh yes. Would she like Swedish, hot stone, deep tissue, Shiatsu, lomilomi, couples… sensual…"
There it was.
"Oh, umm, sensual, I think," I said, trying my best to be discreet.
"No need to be embarrassed, Mr. Steward. We're more than capable of providing a broad range of services for our guests. Is there any specific type of masseur or masseuse that your wife would prefer. We have a broad range of choices in our providers in the area," she replied in a lowered voice.
Her casualness about the request put me at ease but, to be honest, her frankness kind of turned me on. I clearly got the impression Rebecca was more than willing to be an active assistance in our plans.
"Would you have a masseur of a… darker skinned persuasion?"
"Absolutely, Mr. Steward. One gentleman comes to mind. He is highly reviewed and has an excellent reputation for delivering on his client's desires. I'll ring him up to see if he has an opening today. I think there's a good chance he'll have at least one. Do you have a preferred time?"
I left her with an open slot for most of the afternoon as our plans for the day were generally to hang out on the hotel's beach. She let me know she'd contact me with an appointment time and took my cell number to text it to me.
I returned to the room and before I had even entered the door I received a text from Rebecca- "Confirmed appointment. 90 mins beginning at 3pm with Tré. Sensual massage to client's comfort. $300, inclusive of tip, to be charged to your room. Enjoy
".A winky emoji? I could've done without the winky emoji, Rebecca. Naughty girl.
As I walked in I saw that Hannah had finished unpacking and I heard her in our bathroom.
"Hi, babe. I'm back."
She stepped into the room and took my breath away. She had changed into a bikini that was un-fucking-believably hot. It was yellow with a knit pattern of diamonds. It was high waisted and the top had very strong points in a definite sixties style. Hannah wore it like a champ. Somehow it was many times more sexy than some trashy barely there thing might have been.
"I guess you like it?" she said with a smirk.
"Absolutely," I said as I went to her to take her in my arms.
I was shocked as she put her hand out, blocking my intended embrace.
"Oh, sweetheart. Don't get all revved up. I don't want you to mess up my makeup or my hair. You want me looking hot for all the other guys, don't you?" she said coquettishly.
Do you remember the end scene in movie Seven when Somerset realized what was in the box and said something to the effect of "Stay away. John Doe has the upper hand"? That was this moment. I suddenly remembered that Hannah came on this trip knowing she was going to offer herself up to meet my desires. She planned her outfit. She prepared herself to be desirable to others. She knew what would trigger a wannabe cuckold. She may use the talk of me giving her orders to assuage any guilt she might have about break her marital vows and her deep-seeded morals, but she came prepared.
And I don't take lightly the revelations from her past into all of this either. We've been married ten years, together almost twelve, and she has never even eluded to those stories. How they played into all of this, reflective of the revelations of my own previously secretive desires, loomed large in my head.
Fuck me, I'm so screwed, aren't I?
Shaking off being incredibly turned on by both her physical appearance and her denial of my affection, I just smiled back.
"Oh, of course, my love. I completely understand. We have a plan to stick to."
She nodded in earnest agreement with a little, girlish giggle. Damn.
"Well I have an update for you, dear," I began, "I have made an appointment for you at 2pm today to have a massage to get your vacation started off right. So let's go grab us some lunch and enjoy the beach for a bit before you're due back here."
"A massage? Oh honey that's so sweet of you. I can't wait. That'll be wonderful," she beamed.
"I'm glad you're pleased by my little surprise."
We went to the pool side café for lunch. I had an excellent roast pork sandwich with Terra Chips; Hannah had a light chicken salad croissant sandwich. Neither of us are big alcohol drinkers, but to get in the spirit of things we split a Mai Tai. Afterwards, we made our way to the beach.
Between lunch and making our way to the beach, Hannah was very much a center attraction. I saw more than one wife get annoyed with their husbands for staring unabashedly at Hannah. One even punched her hubby in the arm when he literally dropped his jaw with absolutely zero cool. I've always known that Hannah was really out of my league, but moments like this just emphasize that reality.
It also put in my head a thought that hadn't previously occurred to me in the whirlwind of a day we'd already had - if we really go down this path, and it seemed like Hannah had already committed to, would I set myself up to lose her over my more salacious desires? We had over a decade together and truly were deeply in love with each other, but desire and lust can be monumental agents of change in the realm of relationships. This was a high risk/high reward situation for sure.
This was what was going through my head as we set our stuff down at our picked spot on the beach and walked hand and hand to dip our toes in the gorgeous surf. We were smiling at each other as the waves lightly crash upon our legs as our feet sunk into the sand.
"I love you, you know," I said to her, perhaps a little shakier than I intended.
"I love you with all my heart, honey," she smiled. Then, being the very empathic woman that she was, she reached up and caressed my cheek.
"We don't have to do this. I'm going crazy with love and desire for you just with the talk about… all of this… You're enough for me. You don't have to prove anything or pay me back in anyway."
"Oh honey, I know that. I do. If you really don't want to do anything more, just say the word. But I want you to know that I truly do want whatever this may be. To please you, for sure, and also more than a little for me as well. Something has awakened and I'm excited. I feel like I have had butterflies in my stomach ever since I decided to do this for you, for us. And I really like that feeling. To be honest, the genie has left the bottle and I'm not certain I want to put it back in. Is that ok?"
"Oh Hannah, yes, of course. With all this talk about me giving you orders, I don't know. I got worried that I may be pushing you to places you didn't want to go yourself. And if I had to be honest, I'm a little afraid of losing you and we really haven't done anything real. Flashing some guy in an airplane was hot but actually engaging someone to have sex with you is a scarier reality than I ever really gave thought to."
"Honey, I will never, ever leave you. There is no fucking way. I really want to push myself and ride out where this goes, but I don't see ANY future that doesn't include me growing old with you."
And with that, immediately, everything was ok. That little seed of doubt that had crept in was neutralized.
I went to kiss her and while she came in, she moved her mouth to the side and whispered in my ear, "oh, honey. Let's not forget my makeup, right?"
Damn, she was good. The irony here is that she doesn't wear a lot of make-up. She is very much a natural beauty with near flawless skin. Yes, she was wearing a bold red lipstick, but lipstick can be easily re-applied. She said exactly what needed to be said to calm my fears but then seamlessly shifted it right back into the game of denial.
She playfully slapped my ass as she took my hand and led me back to our towels.
We sat out and I worked to apply sunscreen over her body. She'd bake fast in this sun if we didn't. She applied some to me in return. We laid out and took in the rays. I'm not much of a sun bather and she knew that and came prepared.
"Honey, I brought your Kindle in case you get bored. I also got you some new… reading material."
My interest was piqued for sure, so I reached into her bag as casually as I could. Man, she is playing me like a fiddle. Sure enough, I found a nice selection of hotwife/cuckold novels and novellas that I had previously been too concerned to purchase for fear she'd see them. Works by KT Morrison, Kenny Wright, and others were in there. She did her best to hide her grin behind her big sunglasses and broad rimmed beach hat, but I caught it.
Time passed pretty quickly and my Apple Watch shared an alarm that she'd need to head back to our room or she'd be late to the massage appointment. I went to tell her and she was already getting herself together. Obviously she had set a reminder herself. When I went to get up, she stopped me.
"Oh honey, there's no need for you to come. You stay here and keep our spot. Enjoy the sun and your books. I'll come back out to join you or call you if I'd prefer you come back to me."
This was a twist I wasn't prepared for. My hope had been to watch her get her sensual massage.
"Oh no, you know me and sun bathing. I'd rather come back with you."
She stared at me from behind her big movie star sunglasses for a moment and the slid them down her nose slightly.
"Is there something I should know about this massage you have set up for me?" she asked knowingly.
I was so busted. Guys, fair warning that marrying a smart woman is both a great thing AND will also be the death of you.
I swallowed, nervous and stalling for time.
"Yeah. Ummm, I arranged for you to have a 'sensual massage', not just a simple rub down," I admitted to her.
I slight smile crossed her lips.
"I know. I figured that out. I was just wondering if you were planning on telling me or if you'd really let me get into it without knowing."
I blushed. So busted.
"Well, I hadn't thought you would want to know. I was afraid you might over think it."
"So tell me, who am I to meet in our room?"
"His name is Tré."
"And should I expect Tré to be a black man?"
"I think so."
"And what were you hoping that I would do with Tré? Did you think I would have sex with someone you'd paid to pleasure me?"
Shit. Did I? She made it sound sleezy. Crap, because it was kind of sleezy.
"Maybe?"
She simply nodded at my honesty, albeit a little late.
"Ok. So here's what's going to happen. I'm going up to our room. Alone. You'll stay here. But I'll give you what I promised you. I will do anything you tell me to do. So tell me, what do you want me to do with Tré?"
I didn't think, I just said, "I want you to do what you want to with him."
"Do you mean that?"
"Yes, absolutely. I will be ok with whatever that may be. It's your body, you are in control. But you are completely free to take things as far as you want."
"Good answer. Enjoy your reading. I don't expect to see you before my appointment is over. Understand?"
"Yes, ma'am."
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Oh my !
Delight to have 3 new parts to read. Thanks a lot for the (great) work !
Delight to have 3 new parts to read. Thanks a lot for the (great) work !
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Totally agreeDuke Lattimore wrote: ↑Sun Nov 28, 2021 5:10 pmDarrenZ - Chapters 1 thru 3 are absolutely SCORCHING HOT. You are well on your way to spinning a hotwife yarn that could be a lock for the Hotwife Stories Hall of Fame. Keep up the great work! Duke
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Amazing chapter 4 too!!! What an exciting and aligned couple!!! I am sure it might be the envy of most readers here
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Chapter 5
What I'm going to share with you in this chapter is based entirely from Hannah's later telling of what occurred during her appointment. In saying that, it is entirely possible that details may have been embellished or left out. I am relying on her perception and retelling of what happened. I have no reason to doubt her, but this was quite a big step forward. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
From my perspective, I was a big mess throughout the entire time from when she left me to when I saw her again. She completely fucked with me by leaving me with that smut filled Kindle that put all kinds of things in my head. Again, full acknowledgement here that she was now fully in control.
Her story:
Hannah made her way back to the hotel, back through the pool area. She could feel the many eyes on her. Did any of them know what she was heading to do? Did anyone suspect? Her head was dizzy with all the thoughts spinning around inside.
But then something that she really couldn't explain cut through and, as if a fog suddenly lifted, she saw him. A large, muscular black man with a bald head and tight beard had apparently just put down the newspaper he was reading as he caught notice of Hannah while he had been turning pages. Their eyes met. A connection. He smiled at her, pearly white teeth glistening brightly in contrast to his deep chocolate skin. His broad, muscular chest and thick arms were bare.
Hannah blushed and then had to suddenly stop herself. He had distracted her so much she almost plowed into an older Jewish man who was walking her.
"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!"
"Oh my indeed, little lady. Are you alright?" he asked her out of genuine concern, but likely also to extend their discussion by the looks of his glance down her body.
"Yes, just distracted, I guess. Again, so sorry."
"Not a problem my dear. We didn't actually collide after all. Pity. Say, has anyone ever told you that you look a bit like a cross between Audrey Hepburn and Julie Adams?"
Hannah screwed her face up a bit as she tried to think, "Julie Adams?"
"Yeah, you might know her as the woman from The Creature from the Black Lagoon."
"Oh? Ok, yeah, I know her. Huh, yeah, I guess I could see that. Such a sweet thing to say."
She could kind of see what he was saying. I mean, no one really thinks they look like who people say they do, but she should see the elements that were similar.
"Oh, geez, the time," Hannah said looking at her watch. "I need to go. Have a good day."
"How could I not? I'm in Hawaii and I nearly bumped into you," the old man said with a sweetly dirty little smile.
As she went to continue on her way past the man, she glanced back one time in the direction of the man who had so distracted her. He was no longer there. Of course her interaction with the older Jewish man left her distracted enough he easily could have gotten up and left without any real hurry.
She went into the hotel and quickly got to the elevator. The door opened and the couple inside, a younger honeymooning pair they rode over on the ground transportation with, stepped out very into their own world. She let them by and then stepped into the elevator. She pressed the button for the fifth floor and then stepped back from the panel as one other person stepped into the elevator with her.
It was him. The man she saw reading the newspaper by the pool. He had put a short sleeve button down Hawaiian shirt in a very light pattern over his top but hadn't buttoned it up. The paper he had been reading tucked under his left arm. The noticeably pink paper gave away that it was The Financial Times.
"Top floor, please."
The request shocked her out of her deep thoughts.
"Oh, sure," she said as she selected the top floor on the panel.
He was being polite by not reaching across her. She appreciated that thoughtfulness might have come from both good upbringing but also from lived experiences as a strong black man.
The ride to her floor was brief, but she definitely felt the aura of this man and she could smell him, an unoffensive muskiness with a hint of something slightly spicy. Was it Chai?
The elevator pinged and the doors opened to her floor.
As she left silently, she heard him say, "Have a nice day" behind her.
She turned to reply but found the doors had already closed.
She strode the remainder of the way to her door when it suddenly came back to her- she had mere minutes to prepare for a sensual massage her husband has scheduled for her. And he had given her carte blanche to do whatever she desired.
Hannah hurried through the door once she unlocked it and went about preparing herself. A quick bodily refresh with a wet, soapy washcloth happened very fast but not fast enough as a knock came at her door. She took a deep breath and walked to the door wearing only the short light white robe provided by the hotel having removed her yellow bikini during her body wash.
She opened the door to a slender man of average height who had skin like a rich caramel. His facial gave Hannah the impression that he might have been of both Polynesian and African heritage, definitely reinforced by his skin tone. He gave her a confidant smile.
"Mrs. Steward?" he asked, confirming he had come to the correct room.
"Oh, yes. Come on in. But please, call me Hannah. Mrs. Steward is my mother-in-law."
He laughed a pleasing deep chuckle.
"Right-o, Hannah. As you say."
He carried in a folding massage table and began to scan the room.
"Do you have a preference for where I should set up my table? In my experience with these rooms, over by the window gives me the most room and you won't be under the air conditioning vent. We can leave the curtains open or closed as you desire."
As you desire. Her stomach dropped a bit as she heard this. It reminded her of why he was here and what her husband instructed her.
"Umm, yes, I trust your recommendation."
Sensing her nervousness, Tré spoke up as he began setting up his table with efficiency of a very experienced masseur.
"So hey, Hannah. I just want you to know that absolutely nothing will occur in this room that you don't explicitly want. May I take a guess that your husband made this appointment for you?"
Clearing her suddenly dry throat lightly, Hannah replied, "Yes" a little more meekly than she intended.
"Ah, right. And maybe he suggested you allow me to do some things that you wouldn't normally consider. 'Vacation doesn't count' rules, right?"
"Yes. Something like that."
"Ok. No need to worry. This is my specialty. I know how to treat you right and I am extremely responsive to what is working for you and as I said I'll do nothing that you do not want me to. You are in incredibly safe hands. If you weren't, no hotel in the world would book me to service their guests. My reputation is my most precious business asset."
"Sure. That makes sense."
"Alright. My table is ready. I have laid out two sheets. I'm going to turn around until you tell me to and you can disrobe to your comfort. Understanding that the less you wear, the more access I have to areas you might be interested in me working on. But that alone does not give me any kind of unspoken consent. Lie face down, placing your face in the circular pillow, and pull the top sheet over yourself as you wish. This is for your comfort in regards to temperature. Are we good?"
"Yes. Thank you, Tré. I understand."
He turned around as he said and Hannah moved towards the table. She was still facing in his direction and as she reached for the robe's belt, she noticed that due to the placement of a full body mirror on the far wall, he could see her despite turning around. He got a smirk on his face after getting caught, but recognizing the silliness of him turning around in the first place, she forgave his little deception. It's not like he wasn't about to see her in naked in a matter of a few minutes. She then choose to throw all caution to the wind. She undid the belt fully and just dropped the robe to the floor, baring herself completely while staring him defiantly.
'If you want to look, then look. Like what you see?' she thought to herself.
Hannah was not typically an egotistical person, but beautiful people know they are attractive to others. She suspected she would have been one of the more attractive clients this man has had.
After having given him a good long look, she laid herself face down on the table but didn't pull the sheet over herself.
"I'm ready for you now."
Tré turned around and regained his composure and professionalism. But it looked like it hard to.
He walked up to Hannah and she felt his presence. She'd noticed the tattoos on his arms. Nearly full sleeves, but nothing too garish. Some tribal patterns and abstract shapes it looked like. She liked tattoos.
He talked her through the early stages of the basic massage, meant to relax and comfort more than seriously work the muscles. He did work out a few small knots, but nothing significant and certainly not to a point he'd have her feel any pain. It was a warm up.
As he rubbed her back and sides, his fingertips grazed the sides of her breasts. He paid special attention to the hands and the feet, rubbing especially areas that were connected to her erogenous zones.
He rubbed her head and ran his fingers through her hair, and rubbing down to her neck. His touches became more like caresses and less therapeutic.
He softly asked her if she was ok with him rubbing her rear. She responded with a weak, "Yes."
He hands touched her cheeks with a firm but still gentle squeeze. Hannah bet many guy she met would love to squeeze her butt cheeks like that. If she wasn't already getting wet from the feel of his touches, that squeeze put her over the edge. He began to more earnestly massage her butt and hips. There was a point when his hands were pulling down on her hips that she envisioned him pounding her from behind while holding on like he was.
Oh yes, this was working well on her.
Then he leaned in to her and whispered in her ear, "It's time to turn over. Would you like a sheet?"
"No. I'm ok," she replied in a breathy voice.
Hannah turned over exposing herself fully to this strange man.
He looked her in the eyes, both resisting the desire to look across her prone body and daring her a bit.
"Mrs. Steward… Hannah… some clients like it at this point for me to remove my own shirt. Would you like me to take my shirt off?"
Hannah bit her lower lip and nodded.
Tré removed his shirt in one quick, obviously practiced move. He wasn't overtly muscled, but he was definitely well defined. He was bare of any chest hair, so she guessed he must shave. His arm tattoos continued across his chest and torso, displaying intricate designs.
The masseur looked down her body. It was obvious he liked what he saw. Her skin was very pale, definitely in contrast to his caramel coloring. Hannah's mid-sized breasts still had some perk to them despite lying on her back. They weren't so heavy that they drooped to her sides much. She had pretty pronounced nipples for a childless woman and her areolas were not bigger than a quarter. She had significant bush of pubic hair towards the top, but she kept her mons shaved bare so it looked a bit like an arrow of hair pointing to her special place. Her vulva was neat, not a lot of excess inner lips and her outer lips were normally a tight slit, but not now. Her outer lips were opening and the moisture on her inner lips was noticeable. Her arousal at the situation was obvious.
Hannah was about to feel awkward being on display in the silence when Tré move to touch her. First he gently caressed her right calf using lightest touch that could still be considered rubbing. As he worked up her thigh, the proximity of this handsome strangers hand rubbing so close to her exposed pussy was extremely exciting. It felt like she was about to literally drip her lubricating juices for him to see.
He moved to the left calf, moving his hands away from being so close to her pussy made her moan out loud slightly. She might have been embarrassed if she did know this was exactly the response he was working to get out of her. Still, she didn't like the power that gave him. He worked up her left leg to her thigh and one especially high caress allowed his pinky to graze her pussy slightly. The electricity that went through her body at that lightest of touches was intense.
He quickly moved off of her leg and moved around to be above her head. As he leaned across her to massage both of her arms she noticed for the first time that he was quite hard. The bulge in his shorts seemed impressive. She loved having the power of causing a man to become erect.
She looked up and saw him looking at her, catching her glancing at his shorts. As he pulled her arms up so they were above her head his said softly, "If you want to remove them, it's up to you."
This was a pretty critical moment. Right now those shorts felt like the only barrier between them being more intimate than just a flirty, sensual massage. She was thankful that he was letting her be in control of removing that barrier.
"I want to. But, to be honest, I feel a little awkward about what might come next considering my husband has paid you money," she admitted to him.
He began rubbing her torso, seeming to come as close to her breasts as he could without actually touching them.
"I get that. But ask yourself this: do you really think I wouldn't gladly do anything I could to get you in this position even if I wasn't being paid to do so? You're an amazing woman, Hannah. It's still your choice and it doesn't necessitate forward progress."
Hannah nodded understanding and found her hands to be on his shorts, gripping the fabric. She hadn't pulled them down yet, still pausing as she weighed what it might mean. She was on this journey to please her husband as much as it might please herself. He wasn't here. Was it a mistake to leave him out of this moment? It felt right at the time, a little torture as punishment for pushing her into this situation. But she had given him control. She decided that it was probably for the best he wasn't here now, but resolved to not have him miss any other adventure. That said, she wasn't going to not at least see what was presented before her.
Just then Tré spoke up, "Hannah, I'm going to touch your breasts now. Is that what you want?"
"Yes."
He moved his hands from her sides and onto both her breasts at the same time. The light touch of his strong hands across her nipples as his fingers incased each breast was like a renewed electrical charge that shot straight to her clit. As this happened, her hands gripping his shorts pulled down as much as they could in that position, but it was enough to clear the fabric from his cock.
She found herself looking up at a sizable piece of flesh. It was darker than the rest of his skin. Best guess from her angle was that it was at least 8 inches long and reasonably thick. Definitely bigger than her husband in every aspect but not massive. Still, the sight of it, especially in comparing it to her husband's equipment, along with his light kneading of her breasts were getting her extremely aroused.
He worked her nipples lightly, driving her pretty crazy.
She wanted to feel his cock so, she took it into her hands. She marveled as she often did with her husbands at contrasting properties of it. It was hard, but the skin was soft. It's internal temperature felt much warmer the natural body heat emanating from the rest of the man. And the wet precum seeping from the tip felt at odds with the general dryness of the rest of his member.
She was touching another man's cock for the first time since she started dating her now husband twelve years ago. She loved her husband beyond words. She enjoyed sex with him and never felt lacking or unfulfilled in there lovemaking. But holding this stranger's cock in her hands made her feel something she couldn't quite express, even to herself. That fact that he was a stranger; the fact that he wasn't her husband; the fact that her husband wanted her to do this AND actually paid this man to do the things he was doing. All of these things were triggering this emotion that she had never felt before and couldn't articulate a name for. Her upbringing had told her over and over again that whatever this is was forbidden and not morally or socially acceptable. And yet she desperately wanted to explore it and embrace it.
She looked up at him to see him looking down at her as he continued to massage her breasts, bringing her further along to an orgasm just from his stimulation of them. Not that this new emotion she was feeling wasn't significantly playing a part. He smiled and simply nodded at her.
With that nod, she knew what he was giving his consent to without him saying it. Without taking her eyes from his, she moved the head of his cock into her mouth. It was something she didn't know she wanted before that consent was given, but once it was she wanted it badly. She tasted this man, with his beautiful skin. So different than her husband. She had to open pretty wide to get his much larger head past her lips, taking such care not to scrape it with her teeth.
The position she was in was a bit awkward and while she didn't want his hands to stop what they were doing to her breasts, she just had to adjust. She rolled over on to her stomach, using her hands to make sure not to break the contact between her mouth and his cock. Now, she was in a better position to use her hands to squeeze the base and fondle his balls as she worked to take as much of him down her throat as she could. In her head she decided that no matter what, she wanted to get him off with her mouth. She love the control she felt doing that to her husband and the few men that had come before him. The irony that he was being paid to receive this pleasure from her wasn't lost on Hannah.
She took him deeper down her throat. It was difficult, due to both his length and girth, but she shrugged off the gag reflex and was able to bottom out. She couldn't hold that for long, but as she came back off she used her hands to replace what came back out of her mouth.
With hands free from her breasts, he reached forward and gently held her head. Looking down at this gorgeous married woman who was giving him a top notch blow job of her own free will was intoxicating. It felt like the tables had been turned as it was supposed to be him giving her pleasure, what he was paid to do. But it was obvious she was deriving her own pleasure from the act she was performing with him. Hannah had no doubt that many married white women had been in this same situation with him. Tasting the forbidden fruit, both in the infidelity and the undeniable racial aspect of it.
She did not consider herself to be racist in the least, but she could not deny the taboo nature of interracial sex factored large in her desires. She was sure that a therapist would have a field day exploring why the extreme fantasy of being interracially impregnated loomed so large for her. Obviously having had the close call in college lit the spark, but that it turned her on even then, during those scary few weeks, and continued to was something to explore. Especially in reflection of her marital status to a white man and his own fantasies.
"This is so good, Hannah. You are fantastic at this. I'm close to cumming. Do you want to make me cum?"
Hannah nodded her head while looking in his eyes but not stopping in the least. If anything, she worked his cock in her mouth even more voraciously.
"Do you want me to cum on you? Or are you planning on sucking it out of me?"
With that she swirled her tongue across his glans and he couldn't hold back anymore. She had made her choice and he began bursting in her mouth and down her throat. She kept up the things she was doing with her lips and her hands to provide him with the best climax that she could muster out of him.
"Christ, girl. You wanted that nut, didn't you?" Tré asked her when he was completely drained.
What I'm going to share with you in this chapter is based entirely from Hannah's later telling of what occurred during her appointment. In saying that, it is entirely possible that details may have been embellished or left out. I am relying on her perception and retelling of what happened. I have no reason to doubt her, but this was quite a big step forward. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
From my perspective, I was a big mess throughout the entire time from when she left me to when I saw her again. She completely fucked with me by leaving me with that smut filled Kindle that put all kinds of things in my head. Again, full acknowledgement here that she was now fully in control.
Her story:
Hannah made her way back to the hotel, back through the pool area. She could feel the many eyes on her. Did any of them know what she was heading to do? Did anyone suspect? Her head was dizzy with all the thoughts spinning around inside.
But then something that she really couldn't explain cut through and, as if a fog suddenly lifted, she saw him. A large, muscular black man with a bald head and tight beard had apparently just put down the newspaper he was reading as he caught notice of Hannah while he had been turning pages. Their eyes met. A connection. He smiled at her, pearly white teeth glistening brightly in contrast to his deep chocolate skin. His broad, muscular chest and thick arms were bare.
Hannah blushed and then had to suddenly stop herself. He had distracted her so much she almost plowed into an older Jewish man who was walking her.
"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!"
"Oh my indeed, little lady. Are you alright?" he asked her out of genuine concern, but likely also to extend their discussion by the looks of his glance down her body.
"Yes, just distracted, I guess. Again, so sorry."
"Not a problem my dear. We didn't actually collide after all. Pity. Say, has anyone ever told you that you look a bit like a cross between Audrey Hepburn and Julie Adams?"
Hannah screwed her face up a bit as she tried to think, "Julie Adams?"
"Yeah, you might know her as the woman from The Creature from the Black Lagoon."
"Oh? Ok, yeah, I know her. Huh, yeah, I guess I could see that. Such a sweet thing to say."
She could kind of see what he was saying. I mean, no one really thinks they look like who people say they do, but she should see the elements that were similar.
"Oh, geez, the time," Hannah said looking at her watch. "I need to go. Have a good day."
"How could I not? I'm in Hawaii and I nearly bumped into you," the old man said with a sweetly dirty little smile.
As she went to continue on her way past the man, she glanced back one time in the direction of the man who had so distracted her. He was no longer there. Of course her interaction with the older Jewish man left her distracted enough he easily could have gotten up and left without any real hurry.
She went into the hotel and quickly got to the elevator. The door opened and the couple inside, a younger honeymooning pair they rode over on the ground transportation with, stepped out very into their own world. She let them by and then stepped into the elevator. She pressed the button for the fifth floor and then stepped back from the panel as one other person stepped into the elevator with her.
It was him. The man she saw reading the newspaper by the pool. He had put a short sleeve button down Hawaiian shirt in a very light pattern over his top but hadn't buttoned it up. The paper he had been reading tucked under his left arm. The noticeably pink paper gave away that it was The Financial Times.
"Top floor, please."
The request shocked her out of her deep thoughts.
"Oh, sure," she said as she selected the top floor on the panel.
He was being polite by not reaching across her. She appreciated that thoughtfulness might have come from both good upbringing but also from lived experiences as a strong black man.
The ride to her floor was brief, but she definitely felt the aura of this man and she could smell him, an unoffensive muskiness with a hint of something slightly spicy. Was it Chai?
The elevator pinged and the doors opened to her floor.
As she left silently, she heard him say, "Have a nice day" behind her.
She turned to reply but found the doors had already closed.
She strode the remainder of the way to her door when it suddenly came back to her- she had mere minutes to prepare for a sensual massage her husband has scheduled for her. And he had given her carte blanche to do whatever she desired.
Hannah hurried through the door once she unlocked it and went about preparing herself. A quick bodily refresh with a wet, soapy washcloth happened very fast but not fast enough as a knock came at her door. She took a deep breath and walked to the door wearing only the short light white robe provided by the hotel having removed her yellow bikini during her body wash.
She opened the door to a slender man of average height who had skin like a rich caramel. His facial gave Hannah the impression that he might have been of both Polynesian and African heritage, definitely reinforced by his skin tone. He gave her a confidant smile.
"Mrs. Steward?" he asked, confirming he had come to the correct room.
"Oh, yes. Come on in. But please, call me Hannah. Mrs. Steward is my mother-in-law."
He laughed a pleasing deep chuckle.
"Right-o, Hannah. As you say."
He carried in a folding massage table and began to scan the room.
"Do you have a preference for where I should set up my table? In my experience with these rooms, over by the window gives me the most room and you won't be under the air conditioning vent. We can leave the curtains open or closed as you desire."
As you desire. Her stomach dropped a bit as she heard this. It reminded her of why he was here and what her husband instructed her.
"Umm, yes, I trust your recommendation."
Sensing her nervousness, Tré spoke up as he began setting up his table with efficiency of a very experienced masseur.
"So hey, Hannah. I just want you to know that absolutely nothing will occur in this room that you don't explicitly want. May I take a guess that your husband made this appointment for you?"
Clearing her suddenly dry throat lightly, Hannah replied, "Yes" a little more meekly than she intended.
"Ah, right. And maybe he suggested you allow me to do some things that you wouldn't normally consider. 'Vacation doesn't count' rules, right?"
"Yes. Something like that."
"Ok. No need to worry. This is my specialty. I know how to treat you right and I am extremely responsive to what is working for you and as I said I'll do nothing that you do not want me to. You are in incredibly safe hands. If you weren't, no hotel in the world would book me to service their guests. My reputation is my most precious business asset."
"Sure. That makes sense."
"Alright. My table is ready. I have laid out two sheets. I'm going to turn around until you tell me to and you can disrobe to your comfort. Understanding that the less you wear, the more access I have to areas you might be interested in me working on. But that alone does not give me any kind of unspoken consent. Lie face down, placing your face in the circular pillow, and pull the top sheet over yourself as you wish. This is for your comfort in regards to temperature. Are we good?"
"Yes. Thank you, Tré. I understand."
He turned around as he said and Hannah moved towards the table. She was still facing in his direction and as she reached for the robe's belt, she noticed that due to the placement of a full body mirror on the far wall, he could see her despite turning around. He got a smirk on his face after getting caught, but recognizing the silliness of him turning around in the first place, she forgave his little deception. It's not like he wasn't about to see her in naked in a matter of a few minutes. She then choose to throw all caution to the wind. She undid the belt fully and just dropped the robe to the floor, baring herself completely while staring him defiantly.
'If you want to look, then look. Like what you see?' she thought to herself.
Hannah was not typically an egotistical person, but beautiful people know they are attractive to others. She suspected she would have been one of the more attractive clients this man has had.
After having given him a good long look, she laid herself face down on the table but didn't pull the sheet over herself.
"I'm ready for you now."
Tré turned around and regained his composure and professionalism. But it looked like it hard to.
He walked up to Hannah and she felt his presence. She'd noticed the tattoos on his arms. Nearly full sleeves, but nothing too garish. Some tribal patterns and abstract shapes it looked like. She liked tattoos.
He talked her through the early stages of the basic massage, meant to relax and comfort more than seriously work the muscles. He did work out a few small knots, but nothing significant and certainly not to a point he'd have her feel any pain. It was a warm up.
As he rubbed her back and sides, his fingertips grazed the sides of her breasts. He paid special attention to the hands and the feet, rubbing especially areas that were connected to her erogenous zones.
He rubbed her head and ran his fingers through her hair, and rubbing down to her neck. His touches became more like caresses and less therapeutic.
He softly asked her if she was ok with him rubbing her rear. She responded with a weak, "Yes."
He hands touched her cheeks with a firm but still gentle squeeze. Hannah bet many guy she met would love to squeeze her butt cheeks like that. If she wasn't already getting wet from the feel of his touches, that squeeze put her over the edge. He began to more earnestly massage her butt and hips. There was a point when his hands were pulling down on her hips that she envisioned him pounding her from behind while holding on like he was.
Oh yes, this was working well on her.
Then he leaned in to her and whispered in her ear, "It's time to turn over. Would you like a sheet?"
"No. I'm ok," she replied in a breathy voice.
Hannah turned over exposing herself fully to this strange man.
He looked her in the eyes, both resisting the desire to look across her prone body and daring her a bit.
"Mrs. Steward… Hannah… some clients like it at this point for me to remove my own shirt. Would you like me to take my shirt off?"
Hannah bit her lower lip and nodded.
Tré removed his shirt in one quick, obviously practiced move. He wasn't overtly muscled, but he was definitely well defined. He was bare of any chest hair, so she guessed he must shave. His arm tattoos continued across his chest and torso, displaying intricate designs.
The masseur looked down her body. It was obvious he liked what he saw. Her skin was very pale, definitely in contrast to his caramel coloring. Hannah's mid-sized breasts still had some perk to them despite lying on her back. They weren't so heavy that they drooped to her sides much. She had pretty pronounced nipples for a childless woman and her areolas were not bigger than a quarter. She had significant bush of pubic hair towards the top, but she kept her mons shaved bare so it looked a bit like an arrow of hair pointing to her special place. Her vulva was neat, not a lot of excess inner lips and her outer lips were normally a tight slit, but not now. Her outer lips were opening and the moisture on her inner lips was noticeable. Her arousal at the situation was obvious.
Hannah was about to feel awkward being on display in the silence when Tré move to touch her. First he gently caressed her right calf using lightest touch that could still be considered rubbing. As he worked up her thigh, the proximity of this handsome strangers hand rubbing so close to her exposed pussy was extremely exciting. It felt like she was about to literally drip her lubricating juices for him to see.
He moved to the left calf, moving his hands away from being so close to her pussy made her moan out loud slightly. She might have been embarrassed if she did know this was exactly the response he was working to get out of her. Still, she didn't like the power that gave him. He worked up her left leg to her thigh and one especially high caress allowed his pinky to graze her pussy slightly. The electricity that went through her body at that lightest of touches was intense.
He quickly moved off of her leg and moved around to be above her head. As he leaned across her to massage both of her arms she noticed for the first time that he was quite hard. The bulge in his shorts seemed impressive. She loved having the power of causing a man to become erect.
She looked up and saw him looking at her, catching her glancing at his shorts. As he pulled her arms up so they were above her head his said softly, "If you want to remove them, it's up to you."
This was a pretty critical moment. Right now those shorts felt like the only barrier between them being more intimate than just a flirty, sensual massage. She was thankful that he was letting her be in control of removing that barrier.
"I want to. But, to be honest, I feel a little awkward about what might come next considering my husband has paid you money," she admitted to him.
He began rubbing her torso, seeming to come as close to her breasts as he could without actually touching them.
"I get that. But ask yourself this: do you really think I wouldn't gladly do anything I could to get you in this position even if I wasn't being paid to do so? You're an amazing woman, Hannah. It's still your choice and it doesn't necessitate forward progress."
Hannah nodded understanding and found her hands to be on his shorts, gripping the fabric. She hadn't pulled them down yet, still pausing as she weighed what it might mean. She was on this journey to please her husband as much as it might please herself. He wasn't here. Was it a mistake to leave him out of this moment? It felt right at the time, a little torture as punishment for pushing her into this situation. But she had given him control. She decided that it was probably for the best he wasn't here now, but resolved to not have him miss any other adventure. That said, she wasn't going to not at least see what was presented before her.
Just then Tré spoke up, "Hannah, I'm going to touch your breasts now. Is that what you want?"
"Yes."
He moved his hands from her sides and onto both her breasts at the same time. The light touch of his strong hands across her nipples as his fingers incased each breast was like a renewed electrical charge that shot straight to her clit. As this happened, her hands gripping his shorts pulled down as much as they could in that position, but it was enough to clear the fabric from his cock.
She found herself looking up at a sizable piece of flesh. It was darker than the rest of his skin. Best guess from her angle was that it was at least 8 inches long and reasonably thick. Definitely bigger than her husband in every aspect but not massive. Still, the sight of it, especially in comparing it to her husband's equipment, along with his light kneading of her breasts were getting her extremely aroused.
He worked her nipples lightly, driving her pretty crazy.
She wanted to feel his cock so, she took it into her hands. She marveled as she often did with her husbands at contrasting properties of it. It was hard, but the skin was soft. It's internal temperature felt much warmer the natural body heat emanating from the rest of the man. And the wet precum seeping from the tip felt at odds with the general dryness of the rest of his member.
She was touching another man's cock for the first time since she started dating her now husband twelve years ago. She loved her husband beyond words. She enjoyed sex with him and never felt lacking or unfulfilled in there lovemaking. But holding this stranger's cock in her hands made her feel something she couldn't quite express, even to herself. That fact that he was a stranger; the fact that he wasn't her husband; the fact that her husband wanted her to do this AND actually paid this man to do the things he was doing. All of these things were triggering this emotion that she had never felt before and couldn't articulate a name for. Her upbringing had told her over and over again that whatever this is was forbidden and not morally or socially acceptable. And yet she desperately wanted to explore it and embrace it.
She looked up at him to see him looking down at her as he continued to massage her breasts, bringing her further along to an orgasm just from his stimulation of them. Not that this new emotion she was feeling wasn't significantly playing a part. He smiled and simply nodded at her.
With that nod, she knew what he was giving his consent to without him saying it. Without taking her eyes from his, she moved the head of his cock into her mouth. It was something she didn't know she wanted before that consent was given, but once it was she wanted it badly. She tasted this man, with his beautiful skin. So different than her husband. She had to open pretty wide to get his much larger head past her lips, taking such care not to scrape it with her teeth.
The position she was in was a bit awkward and while she didn't want his hands to stop what they were doing to her breasts, she just had to adjust. She rolled over on to her stomach, using her hands to make sure not to break the contact between her mouth and his cock. Now, she was in a better position to use her hands to squeeze the base and fondle his balls as she worked to take as much of him down her throat as she could. In her head she decided that no matter what, she wanted to get him off with her mouth. She love the control she felt doing that to her husband and the few men that had come before him. The irony that he was being paid to receive this pleasure from her wasn't lost on Hannah.
She took him deeper down her throat. It was difficult, due to both his length and girth, but she shrugged off the gag reflex and was able to bottom out. She couldn't hold that for long, but as she came back off she used her hands to replace what came back out of her mouth.
With hands free from her breasts, he reached forward and gently held her head. Looking down at this gorgeous married woman who was giving him a top notch blow job of her own free will was intoxicating. It felt like the tables had been turned as it was supposed to be him giving her pleasure, what he was paid to do. But it was obvious she was deriving her own pleasure from the act she was performing with him. Hannah had no doubt that many married white women had been in this same situation with him. Tasting the forbidden fruit, both in the infidelity and the undeniable racial aspect of it.
She did not consider herself to be racist in the least, but she could not deny the taboo nature of interracial sex factored large in her desires. She was sure that a therapist would have a field day exploring why the extreme fantasy of being interracially impregnated loomed so large for her. Obviously having had the close call in college lit the spark, but that it turned her on even then, during those scary few weeks, and continued to was something to explore. Especially in reflection of her marital status to a white man and his own fantasies.
"This is so good, Hannah. You are fantastic at this. I'm close to cumming. Do you want to make me cum?"
Hannah nodded her head while looking in his eyes but not stopping in the least. If anything, she worked his cock in her mouth even more voraciously.
"Do you want me to cum on you? Or are you planning on sucking it out of me?"
With that she swirled her tongue across his glans and he couldn't hold back anymore. She had made her choice and he began bursting in her mouth and down her throat. She kept up the things she was doing with her lips and her hands to provide him with the best climax that she could muster out of him.
"Christ, girl. You wanted that nut, didn't you?" Tré asked her when he was completely drained.
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OOAA
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HOOOOOOT chapter!!!!!!
Amazing sentence "She was sure that a therapist would have a field day exploring why the extreme fantasy of being interracially impregnated loomed so large for her."!!!!!
Go on soon please
Amazing sentence "She was sure that a therapist would have a field day exploring why the extreme fantasy of being interracially impregnated loomed so large for her."!!!!!
Go on soon please
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Great story so far and looking forward to reading the next chapter thanks Darren
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Re: Anything Goes
Not missing Ky so much anymore. Like that pace at which the story is moving....it keeps me involved and I don't have to re-read to remember what happened in the last chapter. . Please keep going.
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Re: Anything Goes
So impressive!
Now, fuck her pregnant - give her the black baby she secretly wants . And her husband desperately wants her to have.
Now, fuck her pregnant - give her the black baby she secretly wants . And her husband desperately wants her to have.
Great minds may think alike, but fools seldom differ.
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Chapter 6
It was killing me to not know what was going on with my wife. I thought this setup would be ideal for me to see her with another man, skipping any dance of seduction. But she turned the tables on me. To punish me for my scheming, she disallowed me from being in attendance.
Was it so she felt more free to experiment? Was so she didn't feel pressure and feel less pressure to go through with it?
I guess it is what I deserve, but part of me feels a little betrayed by what she had agreed to. She told me she would do anything I told her to. The question before me was did I want to play the role of dominant partner, as a means to push her past her built in resistance, or did the wannabe cuck in me want her to dictate things? Was it hotter for me if she was driving forward out of her own desires? Was it scarier if it was her own desires driving her? As she has said, the genie has left the bottle.
And oh my god, her admission about Lucas. Not only that she allowed him to be in her with no condom but that, despite the fear of getting pregnant in college to a mixed race baby, the thought turned her on. And knowing that, I intentionally set her up with a black masseur.
Is she taking him bare right this minute? Is a strange black man whom I paid having unprotected sex with my wife on the first day of our vacation? These thoughts tore at my stomach at the same time they left me extremely erect. I couldn't keep reading the stories she gave me. "High Stakes Sadie" by KT Morrison hit way too close to home here.
I looked at my watch and saw that I had successfully fretted away well over an hour. If I timed it right, I could arrive at our room just before the session was due to be over. I didn’t plan on interrupting at all, but if I was there right as it concluded I could hopefully find out what had happened as soon as possible.
So I gathered our stuff together, she had uncharacteristically been a diva and left me with everything, and headed to the room. She had said she’d meet me back here, but no way was I going to wait.
I made a beeline to the room, doing exactly what I had hoped to. It was 4:28. I waited hoping to hear something, but I heard nothing. 4:29. Still no sound. 4:30. Not a peep.
I excruciatingly waited five more silent minutes ears peeled for anything.
4:36. Just as I myself was going to let myself into the room I heard a voice.
“Well, are you going to come in here already or not, honey?”
It was Hannah.
I swiped my key and opened the door.
There was my wife, in her yellow bikini, sitting casually on our room’s loveseat reading a area guidebook. Alone.
I looked around and saw no one else, no sign that anyone had been in our room other than her.
I put all the beach items I had carried down and allowed the door to close behind me.
“What happened,” I asked her with a lump in my throat.
She looked up from the book, she regarded me with an inquisitive look in her eyes.
“John, I think the bigger question is what do YOU think happened? Or maybe better yet, what do you want to have happened?”
I just looked at her perplexed. She knew what had happened. I had no clue. Two days ago, I would easily have said ‘nothing’ to answer her first question. My wife of ten years, significant other of twelve would never have done anything with any other man. But at this moment, facing her knowing what I know, I couldn’t answer that semblance of confidence.
The second question was even more tricky. Two days ago, my fantasy fueled mind would conjure some pretty depraved scene between a dark skinned masseur and my pale gorgeous wife. Suddenly, with all that had been revealed in the past day and faced with my fantasy becoming a possible… no, probable reality, I wasn't so sure anymore. All the doubts and concern flooded my mind. The feelings of inadequacy and feeling exposed to the naked truths of both my hidden desires and her admissions. It was almost too much. But my re-engorging penis told my deeper truth.
"I… don't know. To either of those questions."
"I love your honesty, honey. I appreciate the mixed emotions. I won't leave you hanging. Things happened, but maybe not to the extent you, or frankly I, might have wanted them to."
She proceed to share the tale that was written up in the preceding chapter.
"And then what?" I asked, stunned by the story thus far.
"And then… I was done. I really pushed myself well past what I thought was my comfort level. But I couldn't do more. Not with Tré. You not being here and the fact that you paid for him. It just was too much."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, you jerk," she said with a playfulness, "if you had been honest with me about the appointment, I might not have wanted to punish you. You could have been here. I don't know that I still would have gone any further with him, but you could have taken me immediately after I was done with him. He left twenty minutes before you arrived, quite noisily I must say. You really are shitty at being stealthy."
"I love you, you shithead," she continued, "I do have my own desires that I wouldn't likely confront on my own. But I was doing this mostly for you. It doesn't work for me if you're not here."
"That's… That's good to hear," I replied with an impish grin. I was simultaneously embarrassed, turned on, and disappointed. "So what now?"
"Now my dear, let's get ready for dinner. I worked up quite an appetite. Oh, and I believe you owe me a kiss."
I went to Hannah and took her up in my arms. I kissed her and tasted something unusual. It took my mind a minute to match my memory with the sensation. She really had blown him. And she left the taste in her mouth for me to experience. Her lips moved into a smile as she could tell from my reaction that I had discovered her surprise.
I was slightly disgusted, but absolutely aroused. I went to pounce her, to reclaim my wife who had very recently had another man's dick in her mouth.
"No, no. I don't think so, sweetie. You must feed me first. And even then, you have to hope no one else strikes my fancy," she said coolly, slipping away from me.
"Oh, and I think we're done pretending to be dominant and submissive. You're a terrible dom. We're in this together and I think I'm over some of my bigger mental blocks. Let's have some fun."
It was killing me to not know what was going on with my wife. I thought this setup would be ideal for me to see her with another man, skipping any dance of seduction. But she turned the tables on me. To punish me for my scheming, she disallowed me from being in attendance.
Was it so she felt more free to experiment? Was so she didn't feel pressure and feel less pressure to go through with it?
I guess it is what I deserve, but part of me feels a little betrayed by what she had agreed to. She told me she would do anything I told her to. The question before me was did I want to play the role of dominant partner, as a means to push her past her built in resistance, or did the wannabe cuck in me want her to dictate things? Was it hotter for me if she was driving forward out of her own desires? Was it scarier if it was her own desires driving her? As she has said, the genie has left the bottle.
And oh my god, her admission about Lucas. Not only that she allowed him to be in her with no condom but that, despite the fear of getting pregnant in college to a mixed race baby, the thought turned her on. And knowing that, I intentionally set her up with a black masseur.
Is she taking him bare right this minute? Is a strange black man whom I paid having unprotected sex with my wife on the first day of our vacation? These thoughts tore at my stomach at the same time they left me extremely erect. I couldn't keep reading the stories she gave me. "High Stakes Sadie" by KT Morrison hit way too close to home here.
I looked at my watch and saw that I had successfully fretted away well over an hour. If I timed it right, I could arrive at our room just before the session was due to be over. I didn’t plan on interrupting at all, but if I was there right as it concluded I could hopefully find out what had happened as soon as possible.
So I gathered our stuff together, she had uncharacteristically been a diva and left me with everything, and headed to the room. She had said she’d meet me back here, but no way was I going to wait.
I made a beeline to the room, doing exactly what I had hoped to. It was 4:28. I waited hoping to hear something, but I heard nothing. 4:29. Still no sound. 4:30. Not a peep.
I excruciatingly waited five more silent minutes ears peeled for anything.
4:36. Just as I myself was going to let myself into the room I heard a voice.
“Well, are you going to come in here already or not, honey?”
It was Hannah.
I swiped my key and opened the door.
There was my wife, in her yellow bikini, sitting casually on our room’s loveseat reading a area guidebook. Alone.
I looked around and saw no one else, no sign that anyone had been in our room other than her.
I put all the beach items I had carried down and allowed the door to close behind me.
“What happened,” I asked her with a lump in my throat.
She looked up from the book, she regarded me with an inquisitive look in her eyes.
“John, I think the bigger question is what do YOU think happened? Or maybe better yet, what do you want to have happened?”
I just looked at her perplexed. She knew what had happened. I had no clue. Two days ago, I would easily have said ‘nothing’ to answer her first question. My wife of ten years, significant other of twelve would never have done anything with any other man. But at this moment, facing her knowing what I know, I couldn’t answer that semblance of confidence.
The second question was even more tricky. Two days ago, my fantasy fueled mind would conjure some pretty depraved scene between a dark skinned masseur and my pale gorgeous wife. Suddenly, with all that had been revealed in the past day and faced with my fantasy becoming a possible… no, probable reality, I wasn't so sure anymore. All the doubts and concern flooded my mind. The feelings of inadequacy and feeling exposed to the naked truths of both my hidden desires and her admissions. It was almost too much. But my re-engorging penis told my deeper truth.
"I… don't know. To either of those questions."
"I love your honesty, honey. I appreciate the mixed emotions. I won't leave you hanging. Things happened, but maybe not to the extent you, or frankly I, might have wanted them to."
She proceed to share the tale that was written up in the preceding chapter.
"And then what?" I asked, stunned by the story thus far.
"And then… I was done. I really pushed myself well past what I thought was my comfort level. But I couldn't do more. Not with Tré. You not being here and the fact that you paid for him. It just was too much."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, you jerk," she said with a playfulness, "if you had been honest with me about the appointment, I might not have wanted to punish you. You could have been here. I don't know that I still would have gone any further with him, but you could have taken me immediately after I was done with him. He left twenty minutes before you arrived, quite noisily I must say. You really are shitty at being stealthy."
"I love you, you shithead," she continued, "I do have my own desires that I wouldn't likely confront on my own. But I was doing this mostly for you. It doesn't work for me if you're not here."
"That's… That's good to hear," I replied with an impish grin. I was simultaneously embarrassed, turned on, and disappointed. "So what now?"
"Now my dear, let's get ready for dinner. I worked up quite an appetite. Oh, and I believe you owe me a kiss."
I went to Hannah and took her up in my arms. I kissed her and tasted something unusual. It took my mind a minute to match my memory with the sensation. She really had blown him. And she left the taste in her mouth for me to experience. Her lips moved into a smile as she could tell from my reaction that I had discovered her surprise.
I was slightly disgusted, but absolutely aroused. I went to pounce her, to reclaim my wife who had very recently had another man's dick in her mouth.
"No, no. I don't think so, sweetie. You must feed me first. And even then, you have to hope no one else strikes my fancy," she said coolly, slipping away from me.
"Oh, and I think we're done pretending to be dominant and submissive. You're a terrible dom. We're in this together and I think I'm over some of my bigger mental blocks. Let's have some fun."
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Yes ! Let's have some (more) fun !!
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Re: Anything Goes
I'm all in for some (more) fun!! And here's what "more fun" looks like in my twisted little world . . .
1. Excerpt from Chapter 5 - The Pool Scene:
"But then something that she really couldn't explain cut through and, as if a fog suddenly lifted, she saw him. A large, muscular black man with a bald head and tight beard had apparently just put down the newspaper he was reading as he caught notice of Hannah while he had been turning pages. Their eyes met. A connection. He smiled at her, pearly white teeth glistening brightly in contrast to his deep chocolate skin. His broad, muscular chest and thick arms were bare."
2. Excerpt from Chapter 5 - Hannah on the elevator, headed back to her Room for her massage:
"She pressed the button for the fifth floor and then stepped back from the panel as one other person stepped into the elevator with her. It was him. The man she saw reading the newspaper by the pool. He had put a short sleeve button down Hawaiian shirt in a very light pattern over his top but hadn't buttoned it up. The paper he had been reading tucked under his left arm. The noticeably pink paper gave away that it was The Financial Times.
"Top floor, please." The request shocked her out of her deep thoughts. "Oh, sure," she said as she selected the top floor on the panel.
He was being polite by not reaching across her. She appreciated that thoughtfulness might have come from both good upbringing but also from lived experiences as a strong black man.
The ride to her floor was brief, but she definitely felt the aura of this man and she could smell him, an unoffensive muskiness with a hint of something slightly spicy. Was it Chai? The elevator pinged and the doors opened to her floor.
As she left silently, she heard him say, "Have a nice day" behind her. She turned to reply but found the doors had already closed."
3. My commentary:
Ah, such amazing bread crumbs from our esteemed author, DarrenZ!
Do they lead to a dead end? Or are they key elements in the next riveting phase of this delicious story?
Perhaps the unnamed character in the foregoing excerpts will reappear in Chapter 7. And be accompanied by a name. And perhaps that name will give us a glimpse into his role in how "Anything Goes" from there.
Anyone care to hazard a guess as to his name???
Here's my guess, from the scene later that evening. Hannah & John are having a drink in the Hotel Bar while awaiting their table for dinner:
"Hannah & John, I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but I am skilled at reading lips, especially those as lovely as Hannah's. I not only discerned your names, but also was pleased to learn what you seek from the remainder of your vacation. I also sensed from Hannah - at the pool and in the elevator earlier today - that she might like to meet me. Do I have everything right so far?
Both Hannah & John surprise each other by giving exactly the same response at exactly the same time: "Yes sir."
"I thought so. In that case, my name is Drake, but I would prefer that you call me Dom . . ."
How's that for more fun???
1. Excerpt from Chapter 5 - The Pool Scene:
"But then something that she really couldn't explain cut through and, as if a fog suddenly lifted, she saw him. A large, muscular black man with a bald head and tight beard had apparently just put down the newspaper he was reading as he caught notice of Hannah while he had been turning pages. Their eyes met. A connection. He smiled at her, pearly white teeth glistening brightly in contrast to his deep chocolate skin. His broad, muscular chest and thick arms were bare."
2. Excerpt from Chapter 5 - Hannah on the elevator, headed back to her Room for her massage:
"She pressed the button for the fifth floor and then stepped back from the panel as one other person stepped into the elevator with her. It was him. The man she saw reading the newspaper by the pool. He had put a short sleeve button down Hawaiian shirt in a very light pattern over his top but hadn't buttoned it up. The paper he had been reading tucked under his left arm. The noticeably pink paper gave away that it was The Financial Times.
"Top floor, please." The request shocked her out of her deep thoughts. "Oh, sure," she said as she selected the top floor on the panel.
He was being polite by not reaching across her. She appreciated that thoughtfulness might have come from both good upbringing but also from lived experiences as a strong black man.
The ride to her floor was brief, but she definitely felt the aura of this man and she could smell him, an unoffensive muskiness with a hint of something slightly spicy. Was it Chai? The elevator pinged and the doors opened to her floor.
As she left silently, she heard him say, "Have a nice day" behind her. She turned to reply but found the doors had already closed."
3. My commentary:
Ah, such amazing bread crumbs from our esteemed author, DarrenZ!
Do they lead to a dead end? Or are they key elements in the next riveting phase of this delicious story?
Perhaps the unnamed character in the foregoing excerpts will reappear in Chapter 7. And be accompanied by a name. And perhaps that name will give us a glimpse into his role in how "Anything Goes" from there.
Anyone care to hazard a guess as to his name???
Here's my guess, from the scene later that evening. Hannah & John are having a drink in the Hotel Bar while awaiting their table for dinner:
"Hannah & John, I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but I am skilled at reading lips, especially those as lovely as Hannah's. I not only discerned your names, but also was pleased to learn what you seek from the remainder of your vacation. I also sensed from Hannah - at the pool and in the elevator earlier today - that she might like to meet me. Do I have everything right so far?
Both Hannah & John surprise each other by giving exactly the same response at exactly the same time: "Yes sir."
"I thought so. In that case, my name is Drake, but I would prefer that you call me Dom . . ."
How's that for more fun???
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Not too far off the mark there, Duke.
Let’s just say I leapt ahead and was working on a pivotal scene from chapter 9 that I suspect you’ll likey…
Let’s just say I leapt ahead and was working on a pivotal scene from chapter 9 that I suspect you’ll likey…
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Ha! I've liked all of the scenes. From the emergence of our Chapter 5 Mystery Man, the darker recesses of my devious mind earmarked him as the ideal suitor to escort Hannah into the hotwife abyss. SO, I certainly am thrilled to hear that I am not far off the mark.
Of course, I always envision the evolution of the story based on my myopic view of hotwifedom - and the darker and deeper the hotwife's dive, the better.
So, Dom has 6 days with Hannah for his hotwife/sub immersion program. I certainly could see John going along with Dom's idea that Dom appropriate Hannah as his sub/girlfriend for the remaining 6 days of their vacation. Hannah packs her bags and moves to the Hotel's Penthouse with her Dom / boyfriend. Dom keeps John in the loop with pics and video, and also gives him a heads up on selected venues where John can play the voyeur. While Hannah thinks that she wants John to be with her for her interactions with her suitor, Dom quickly calibrates Hannah to want what he tells her to want, and to enjoy the total liberation of being a sub who doesn't have to be bothered with making decisions anymore. John is all in, of course, and gives his blessing to Dom's game plan.
That definitely may not be close to the mark, but speculation is half of the fun in following along with a story that is a fabulous work in progress.
Keep up the great work, DarrenZ!!!
Of course, I always envision the evolution of the story based on my myopic view of hotwifedom - and the darker and deeper the hotwife's dive, the better.
So, Dom has 6 days with Hannah for his hotwife/sub immersion program. I certainly could see John going along with Dom's idea that Dom appropriate Hannah as his sub/girlfriend for the remaining 6 days of their vacation. Hannah packs her bags and moves to the Hotel's Penthouse with her Dom / boyfriend. Dom keeps John in the loop with pics and video, and also gives him a heads up on selected venues where John can play the voyeur. While Hannah thinks that she wants John to be with her for her interactions with her suitor, Dom quickly calibrates Hannah to want what he tells her to want, and to enjoy the total liberation of being a sub who doesn't have to be bothered with making decisions anymore. John is all in, of course, and gives his blessing to Dom's game plan.
That definitely may not be close to the mark, but speculation is half of the fun in following along with a story that is a fabulous work in progress.
Keep up the great work, DarrenZ!!!