July 4th at The Sagamore - Part 3

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I'm not usually someone that naps, but after a round of golf and a thoroughly satisfying orgasm with Marie - while she teased me about the oral pleasure she gave her masseur - we fall asleep.

I wake up with my girlfriend's naked body pressed against mine. She smells exquisite. Her skin is warm and soft. My hand drifts to her chest and I run my fingers over her perfect, soft flesh.

She turns. Her lips find mine. We kiss. It's soft and slow. It's not meant to arouse. Not really. My loins stir a little, but there will be no sex. We're due for dinner in a short while and Marie still has to get ready. She slips out of bed and I get dressed and step out onto the deck. I read for a while and then get dressed in khaki pants and polo shirt. Marie looks exquisite in yet another sundress, this one light blue with white flowers in the design.

I take her hand and we walk to the restaurant. We find my parents at an outdoor table overlooking the lake. We join them and soon the rest of the family has arrived. We enjoy a long, luxurious dinner with several bottles of wine consumed by the party. We laugh. We share memories. Marie is charming and has no trouble holding her own despite her lack of experience with my family. I find myself falling even deeper in love with her as I imagine our future together as a married couple.

After dinner my parents head out for a stroll along the lake. Me, Marie, my sister Claire and her husband Wes all agree to a night swim. We hurry to our rooms to change and then head to the pool, which is open late. We swim. We play in the water. We laugh. We talk. Marie declares she's going to the hot tub. I'm not a fan of sitting in incredibly hot water, so I pass. Wes joins her, though, leaving Claire and me in the pool.

"You're going to marry her, right?" Claire asks the moment we're alone.

I laugh. "I am. Absolutely. I plan on proposing in the fall. I'm thinking I might do it here. She seems quite enamored with the place."

Claire smiles. "Who isn't? It's wonderful here."

I look towards the hot tub, but there's steam rising from the water and I can't see much of anything. "So, how are things with you? We've been here a few days but we really haven't had a chance to catch up."

Claire is smiling again.

"What?" I ask.

"We haven't had a chance to catch up because you can't keep your eyes or your hands off your girlfriend."

I laugh. "We're not being gross about it, are we?"

"No. You're just being young and in love. I mean, I'm not old by any means, but I do feel a bit envious of that new love energy coming off the both of you. Marie was practically glowing when we were together at the spa this morning. She smiles every time she talks about you. Hell, every time she thinks about you she seems to smile."

I know Marie loves me, but it feels good to hear Claire confirm that her love seems so obvious even when we're not together, though I also know that part of Marie glowing at the spa was that she'd had some fun with her masseur.

"Sometimes I worry about boredom," Claire confesses.

"Boredom? How do you mean?"

"Well, Wes and I have been together for almost a decade now. That's a long time and, you know, things slow down."

I know better than to say anything, so I stare out at the lake and let Claire fill the silence if she so chooses.

"This is maybe something you don't want to hear from your sister, but things slowed down more than they probably should have at this point in our marriage. We've been together for a long time, but we're still young, you know?"

I look at her. I see the insecurity on her face, the worry. I've never known that worry - that my partner is bored of our sex life - but I can imagine it's terrifying. "Is there any concern that he's...I don't know, looking elsewhere?"

Claire looks towards the lake. I see emotion wash over the half of her face I have a view of. "It was me," she says. "That looked elsewhere, I mean. He knows. I'm not telling a secret, though please don't say anything to mom or dad."

I'm stunned, so much so that I'm not sure what to say. There's a part of me that nearly confesses that Marie and I are open - well, half open - but that seems deeply unwise and despite my relative inexperience with our sexual practices, I understand that they're not for everyone.

"So...was it good?" I say. I probably shouldn't have, but the words just came out.

She laughs unexpectedly and nods. "It was spectacular."

This is not the direction I expected the conversation to go. "Who was it with?"

"Just a random guy. I went out for drinks with my coworkers. I met a guy. We talked a little. He walked me partway home. He gave me his number. I told him I was married. He told me he’d seen my ring and he was okay with it. I waited two weeks and then after a fight with Wes I texted him. One thing led to another and we slept together. We kept sleeping together for a month and then I broke it off and confessed to Wes what I'd done."

"Holy shit, Claire."

She looks at me and smiles wistfully. "I know. I fucked up."

"You got what you needed."

She studies my face. I can't tell if she's annoyed with me for being flippant - which I was probably being - or if she's happy that I'm not being judgmental. "I did get what I needed, but I damaged my marriage and I'm pretty sure it's the kind of damage that doesn't fully repair itself." She takes a deep breath and looks toward the lake. I'm fairly certain I detect a smile. "Though, to be fair, the sex has been better since then. A lot better, even."

That I can understand. There are times when I'm filled with what I think of as reclamation energy after Marie has been with someone else, like I want to fuck her so good that she forgets she was with him. That energy is fused with all kinds of other pleasures for me, of course, so it's not purely about that, but I can understand why Wes might have taken Claire's infidelity as a challenge of sorts.

"So, you experienced the boredom, things slowed down, you cheated, and then things picked up again?" I ask.

"That's about the long and short of it, brother," she says with a smile. "The thing is, I'm not sure what will happen after this period of renewed interest. Will Wes just be pissed at me for cheating? Will he decide that he wants to cheat? Am I just a woman that cheats when I get bored?"

I'm tempted to tell her that there's another way, though I remain silent. I do, however, wonder if there's something in our genes that makes us both seemingly interested in a sexual lifestyle that doesn't include strict adherence to monogamy.

"Thanks for not calling me a slut," she says. "Or, you know, implying it."

I laugh. "I would never, Claire. I mean, what would be the point, right? I do hope things work with you and Wes, though. You've always seemed like a good couple, like you make each other happy."

She looks towards the hot tub, though it's still too steamy to see much of anything. "I always thought it was men who were the ones that cheated because the sex life wasn't satisfying in the marriage and that women cheated because they wanted companionship or whatever. It turns out that I was wrong. I just wanted to have good sex again. The same is true for a surprising number of my friends."

I laughed. "Shit. Married life is complicated, huh?"

She put her arms on the pool deck and rested her chin on her hands. "It really is, Derek. It really is. That's been true for as long as marriages have been a thing, though, so I'm in good company."

"Do you ever think about him? The guy you were with?" I ask.

She looks at me. I see guilt in her eyes. "I try not to, but sometimes I do." Claire takes a deep breath. "Sometimes I think about him when I'm...when I'm with Wes."

I think about Marie being with other men when I'm inside her. It's just that she knows that's what I'm thinking about because sometimes she's whispering into my ear about it. I wonder if that means we have a better chance of having a successful sex life after ten years of marriage.

"Do you think Wes has ever..." I trail off before finishing the question because I realize how unfair it is.

"Cheated?" she asks, because of course that's what I was going to ask. "I don't know. I'd guess that he hasn't. I'd also guess that he's thought about it."

Claire looks towards the hot tub again. This time her gaze lasts a little longer.

"This morning, I told Marie that I'm pretty sure that Wes is jealous of you sometimes. What I didn't say, though, is that I see the way he looks at Marie sometimes. Nothing gross, of course, and I'm pretty sure he's not obvious about it, but in addition to being a bit jealous about your job and I think, honestly, your looks, Wes is a little jealous that you're with someone as attractive as Marie." She takes a deep breath. "Sometimes, when I'm feeling especially bad about having cheated on him, I find myself worrying that Wes would sleep with Marie if somehow he got the chance."

I do not want Marie to have sex with Wes. It wouldn't be hot. It would be destructive in a way that wouldn't be even remotely hot. There is, however, a small part of me that's turned on at the idea that Wes is flirting with Marie in the hot tub, that he's trying his best to be charming, that he's spending a bit of time living in a fantasy world where he could fuck Marie just because it feels good to be in that fantasy world after your wife cheats on you.

"He wouldn't sleep with her," she says. "Even if he was furious at me, he wouldn't be so insane as to sleep with my brother's girlfriend. It's just where my mind goes sometimes when I'm worried."

Marie and Wes appear out of the fog of the hot tub. She waves at me and I swim towards her. She grabs her towel and I get out of the water and wrap her up in a hug. She leans into me and I turn to see Claire kissing her husband and doing so in a manner that's far more passionate than I would have expected.

"Wow," Marie says softly as she looks towards them.

I look down at her. I notice that her nipples are hard, though it's likely because the air is significantly cooler than the hot tub was.

"Did he flirt with you?" I ask.

She looks guilty for a moment.

"It's okay if he did. It's okay if you flirted with him a little. I mean, maybe it shouldn't be, but there's something kind of...I don't know, kind of exciting about it," I say.

"Yes, he flirted with me." She kisses my cheek. "Yes, I flirted with him a little. Nothing egregious. There was no touching. He's charming, though, and funny. I laughed a little. I caught him staring at my breasts a few times. I probably could have slipped a little lower into the water to hide them, but I didn't. I might have actually sat up a little straighter."

I think of Wes staring at her breasts, of him seeing her nipples get hard thanks to the cool air. I feel strange, like I've come across a kind of arousal I shouldn't go anywhere near, like it's radioactive.

"Goodnight, you guys," Claire says as she walks by holding Wes's hand.

We say goodnight and watch them go. I dry off my swimsuit. I stare at Marie's body, which looks stunning in her bikini. I feel desire. I know it's fueled at least in part by thoughts I shouldn't be having about Marie fooling around with my brother-in-law. Illicit thoughts that can't ever be acted upon. I shouldn't let them in my head. They're already there, though.

We head to our room. We hold hands but we don't talk much. Once in the room, Marie opens the complimentary bottle of wine we got at check-in and pours two glasses. We step out onto the balcony and sit. She pulls our chairs close and rests her legs across my knees. She's still in her bikini and I run my hand over her legs and up her thighs we sip our wine. Every once in a while she moans softly from my touch.

"If he wasn't married to my sister," I say after a few minutes of silence on the balcony, "would you...I mean, is he the kind of guy you'd be with?"

"Yes," Marie answers without hesitation.

I look up at her. Her glass of wine is half empty. She's smiling at me. Her nipples are hard. I run my fingers up her thigh and slip them into her bikini bottoms. I'm inside her a moment later. She's quite wet, though I don't say anything about it. I finger her, but only for a few seconds before pulling out and resuming the soft stroking of her legs.

"He's handsome. Smart. Charming. Funny. He's well-built, too. Plus, he's into me, and that feels good."

The alcohol has made my brain more open to thoughts that shouldn't be allowed to take residence in my head. I could talk to Marie about her masseur or about the towel boy from yesterday, but the illicit nature of talking about Wes makes it more exciting.

"Claire cheated on him," I say.

"I know," Marie replies. I'm shocked that she knows and I'm sure she can see it on my face. "He told me. In the hot tub."

"Why?"

"I think he wanted my sympathy. I think that maybe he was feeling bold and brave and perhaps hoping I'd reach out, take his hand, and give it a sympathetic squeeze. I think he wanted to spend just a few moments living in a world where it was possible that we'd make out in the hot tub," she answers.

My fingers move up her legs once more. I pull her bikini bottoms aside. She parts her thighs a little. I slip one finger into her and then add a second. A third follows. I rub her clit with my thumb. I move my fingers in and out of her.

"I'll bet he's a good kisser," she says, "and you know how much I like making out with a man that's a good kisser."

Her eyes are closed. My cock is hard. I'm thinking about my girlfriend making out with Wes. I shouldn't be, and I'm pretty sure that's the exact reason I'm so turned on.

"What if he wanted to do more than kiss you?" I ask, egging her on.

Marie opens her eyes. She looks at me as I finger her and rub her clit. She bites her lower lip in that impossibly flirty, sexy way that I absolutely adore. Then she sips her wine, holds it in her mouth for a second, and swallows in a surprisingly sexy manner.

"Of course he'd want to do more than kiss me," she replies with a smile. "Every man that kisses me wants more, and thanks to my incredible boyfriend, I get to do more with any man that turns me on enough."

"Would making out with Wes turn you on enough to do more?"

She holds my gaze. She swirls her wine in the glass. I finger her until she takes my wrist and pulls me from her pussy. She lifts my fingers to her lips and takes them in her mouth. She closes her eyes, moans, and sucks like she's giving a blowjob, swirling her tongue around my fingers and sucking hard as she pulls back. I think of her going down on Wes. How could I not? I think of her doing it in the hot tub, of him sitting on the edge, of me somehow watching from behind and seeing her head bobbing up and down in his lap. My dick throbs in my swimsuit as the imagery plays out in my head.

My fingers depart her mouth and Marie places them against her pussy lips. I enter her, she moans, and then she looks at me and says, "Yes, making out with Wes would turn me on enough to do more."

"What would you do?" I ask.

She inches her chair closer. He hand finds its way between my legs. She unties my swimsuit and lowers it, freeing my cock. She takes me in her hand, leans in, and kisses my neck before unleashing a beautiful moan.

"I'd suck his cock," she whispers. "Fuck, Derek, baby, I'd suck his cock. I'd take him in my mouth and swallow him. I'd show him that he should be jealous of you, that you're with an absolute goddess of a woman. I'd give him a taste of the kind of pleasure you get to have, the kind of pleasure that you let me give to other men."

My cock is uncommonly hard. I'm no longer thinking about how insane it is to fantasize about Marie and my brother-in-law hooking up. I've given myself over to it because it's just so fucking hot.

Marie moves out of her chair and it seems like she's going to get on her knees, but I don't want a blowjob. I stand up and take her into the room. She thinks we're heading for the bed, but instead I spin her around and press her against the glass door that looks over the balcony and onto the hotel grounds and the lake. I lower my swimsuit and press my body against hers. Marie turns her head, smiles, and kisses me as I cup her tits in the white bikini. I squeeze them hard and she moans into my mouth.

"What if he wanted more, Marie?" I ask softly as I push her bikini bottoms down to her knees and rub my cock over her pussy lips from behind. "What if your mouth gave Wes such pleasure that he wanted more from you?"

I slip inside her and she moans. My hands find her hips as she stands on her toes to make my entrance into her body easier. I push until every inch of me in her pussy, which is hotter and wetter than it's ever been.

"I'd let him have me," she says. "I'd let him have my pussy."

She reaches down and rubs her clit as I begin to fuck her. She has one hand pressed against the door as the other remains between her legs, working her clit as my cock penetrates her over and over. Her breath fogs the glass and her moans fill the air. I begin to fuck her harder.

"My pussy is so wet for him," Marie says. "It's soaked for him, Derek. Fuck...I can't stop thinking about him."

She drops down from her toes. I bend my knees a little. I wrap my arm around her and cup one of her breasts. I kiss the back of her neck and fuck her harder. Marie has her orgasm before I do, though. She cries out in a way I'm not sure I've ever heard before and her legs go weak enough that I have told her body up. I smile as I stop thrusting. She just had a world class orgasm while indulging in a fantasy that so delightfully captivated both of us.

I pull out and Marie spins around. She leans against the door and smiles. Her bikini top comes off and her bottoms fall to the floor. She smiles and takes my cock in her hand. I end up on my back in the bed. She gets on top. She takes me inside her. She arches her back, tossing her hair in a deeply arousing manner before turning her head towards the ceiling and unleashing a wondrously erotic moan.

"Was that a good orgasm?" I ask as she grinds on my dick.

"Better than good," she replies without looking at me. Then, finally, her head tilts downwards and she smiles. "I know it's forbidden, but that's probably what makes it so hot, isn't it? I just fucking came, Derek, but I want to cum again because I'm thinking about Wes being the one beneath me right now."

I let my mind conjure an image of Wes in our room, of Marie astride my brother in law, her long, lean body dedicated to his pleasure. I see his hands move over her hips, up her back, to her breasts.

"Where am I?" I ask.

She smiles. "You're watching, of course. You're on your knees at the foot of the bed." Her hand moves to my chest and her fingers slowly work their way to my mouth. Two of them push past my lips. She smiles in the most delightful manner as her fingers begin to move in and out of my mouth. "You're watching me ride Wes's cock in our bed. You're watching his cock stretch my pussy. You're watching like I know you want to watch."

I nod. I do want to watch her fuck someone else. I want to see someone else's cock in her utterly perfect pussy.

"You get to sit there on your knees and watch my pussy cum all over his cock. You get to watch him cum, baby, you get to watch him cum inside your girlfriend!"

I cum inside her as she delivers that unexpected bit of dirty talk. I cum incredibly hard, too, my body shaking from the pleasure of it. My toes curl. My brain is awash in pleasure. Marie is cumming too. Her fingernails dig into my chest, causing little shocks of delightful pain as I feel her thighs tremble just as hard as mine.

She leans down and kisses my neck as I hold her close. I smile because that was a blissful orgasm.

"That was really hot," I say, "but we should probably never think about that again."

She sits up a little and smiles. "I know. It was hot, though. Really hot." We kiss and the way she moves her tongue shows her appreciation of the orgasm she just had. "We'll find someone else to fantasize about, though."

"Or someone else to fuck," I reply. "Because the real thing is pretty damn hot, too."

"It has been a little while since I had another man's cock in my pussy," she replies. "I like giving blowjobs, as you know, but there's nothing quite like getting fucked and I think I'm going to have to find a nice dick in the next day or two. Maybe the towel boy. Maybe the masseur. Maybe someone else entirely."

"Just not my brother-in-law."

She laughs softly. "I promise, Derek. Not him. I'm not crazy. Kinky, yes, but not crazy."

We kiss. I feel the pleasure of the orgasm continue to emanate through me. Relaxation follows. I know it won't be long before I'm fast asleep, which is a sign that I've had an exceptionally good day.

"I love you, Marie," I whisper.

"I love you too, Derek."