Offering my wife Chapter 4
Chapter 4 - the following morning,
Tammy was lying naked in bed. She hadn't started to move yet. I crawled out of the bed and was shaking my spider webs, looking at her. How a woman who stayed up half the night dancing and drinking and having sex with five men could still look so incredibly sexy was unbelievable for me; she just had that natural, innocent beauty that I fell in love with -- well, maybe not as innocent after all as I saw the evidence last night. But this is something I would have to accept, apparently.
I called the front desk and ordered juice, coffee and sweets for breakfast in hopes that food would ease her painful hangover she was likely to have. There was a knock on the door and it was room service. I opened the door, and a young man cheerfully pushed the trolley of groceries into the living room. He surveyed the place to see where he could prepare his morning meal when suddenly he saw Tammy's naked body with arms outstretched in bed completely exposed. He said "Excuse me, sir" and nodded his head towards her to acknowledge that he was seeing something probably shouldn't be seen. I looked at her and just waved for him to come in".It doesn't matter. She loves the attention"."He smiled and watched carefully as she absorbed the sight of her nakedness on display. I didn't think the day would start well if Tammy woke up to a Mexican waiter staring at her naked ass, so I dragged him out of the room.
I sat down at the table and eagerly swallowed my first cup of coffee. It was a strong, rich tasting. While sitting there, I looked up to see Tammy's shape lying on the bed. As she shifted her position in the bed, her legs were more open. I glanced over at her groin and realized that she had one droplet of semen trying to drip out of her mouthpiece. For some reason, I was momentarily mesmerized by this little cream-colored stain slowly draining from it. This was the mixture of at least half a dozen ejaculations last night and added to the evidence that it wasn't a dream. I wondered what her reaction would be when she realized what had happened. Would she get angry with me and go crazy or feel guilty and want to beg for forgiveness? I still didn't know how I should react to the situation, so I decided to stay calm and act as if it was just some weird thing that happened and we were going to deal with it. Secretly thought this was incredibly erotic; I wanted to dive on top of her and lick her cheek to clean up. But that would really make me look like a pervert, so I did the second best thing -- used my finger to scrape off a drop of sperm from her ass and spread it on one of the pastels as if it were ice cream.
Her hair was tangled in her face, so I couldn't see her expression when she regained consciousness. She slowly raised her head and tilted it down looking for me. She got up, then took a pillow and squeezed underneath her chest to support herself. I whispered: "Here is coffee". She looked at me dazed and smiled as what I said finally penetrated into her brain. "Ah, coffee! After she felt comfortable, I gave it to her. She took a sip of the warm drink and sighed. After some more sips, she said: "Wow, last night, right?"
Immediately, I felt a tremendous sense of relief. Either she didn't remember all the craziness from last night or it was okay with her; and I certainly planned to minimize what happened at that private party unless she started investigating the sordid details of what had happened. So I let her enjoy her second cup as I walked into the bathroom for my shower. And then I turned on the water, and she came out of the machine. At least this resort has high-pressure water. After I turned off the shower, I thought I heard a conversation in my room. I found a towel and dried myself up with it around my waist. There was Tammy standing outside on her doorstep holding a sheet for some covering; she was talking to an adorable young woman about Tammy's size and shape who had a big smile. I arrived too late to understand what they were saying.
The young woman looked me up and down as I approached, wearing only the towel. She gave Tammy a hug and kiss on her cheek and said: "See you later!" Tammy had a bouquet of freshly picked flowers that she should have given him. There was a colorful ribbon around it with a note attached.
"Who was that?" I asked in a strangely hostile voice. "'That was Poppi.' She is Rolando's personal assistant. 'Rolando just wanted to make sure we got back to the hotel safely last night.' And he sent me flowers! '"Well, it was kind of him,' I said with a little bit of jealousy".
Rolando, right? I couldn't even remember his name. Good thing he signed the card or we would have to refer to him for the rest of our lives as that guy who invited us to a fuck festival with Tammy. I didn't say it out loud but certainly thought about it. "What did Poppi mean by something happening later?" We have time to go to the beach and sunbathe before that.
Well, I could tell by her quick acceptance of the new plans that Tammy didn't regret last night.
Tammy was lying naked in bed. She hadn't started to move yet. I crawled out of the bed and was shaking my spider webs, looking at her. How a woman who stayed up half the night dancing and drinking and having sex with five men could still look so incredibly sexy was unbelievable for me; she just had that natural, innocent beauty that I fell in love with -- well, maybe not as innocent after all as I saw the evidence last night. But this is something I would have to accept, apparently.
I called the front desk and ordered juice, coffee and sweets for breakfast in hopes that food would ease her painful hangover she was likely to have. There was a knock on the door and it was room service. I opened the door, and a young man cheerfully pushed the trolley of groceries into the living room. He surveyed the place to see where he could prepare his morning meal when suddenly he saw Tammy's naked body with arms outstretched in bed completely exposed. He said "Excuse me, sir" and nodded his head towards her to acknowledge that he was seeing something probably shouldn't be seen. I looked at her and just waved for him to come in".It doesn't matter. She loves the attention"."He smiled and watched carefully as she absorbed the sight of her nakedness on display. I didn't think the day would start well if Tammy woke up to a Mexican waiter staring at her naked ass, so I dragged him out of the room.
I sat down at the table and eagerly swallowed my first cup of coffee. It was a strong, rich tasting. While sitting there, I looked up to see Tammy's shape lying on the bed. As she shifted her position in the bed, her legs were more open. I glanced over at her groin and realized that she had one droplet of semen trying to drip out of her mouthpiece. For some reason, I was momentarily mesmerized by this little cream-colored stain slowly draining from it. This was the mixture of at least half a dozen ejaculations last night and added to the evidence that it wasn't a dream. I wondered what her reaction would be when she realized what had happened. Would she get angry with me and go crazy or feel guilty and want to beg for forgiveness? I still didn't know how I should react to the situation, so I decided to stay calm and act as if it was just some weird thing that happened and we were going to deal with it. Secretly thought this was incredibly erotic; I wanted to dive on top of her and lick her cheek to clean up. But that would really make me look like a pervert, so I did the second best thing -- used my finger to scrape off a drop of sperm from her ass and spread it on one of the pastels as if it were ice cream.
Her hair was tangled in her face, so I couldn't see her expression when she regained consciousness. She slowly raised her head and tilted it down looking for me. She got up, then took a pillow and squeezed underneath her chest to support herself. I whispered: "Here is coffee". She looked at me dazed and smiled as what I said finally penetrated into her brain. "Ah, coffee! After she felt comfortable, I gave it to her. She took a sip of the warm drink and sighed. After some more sips, she said: "Wow, last night, right?"
Immediately, I felt a tremendous sense of relief. Either she didn't remember all the craziness from last night or it was okay with her; and I certainly planned to minimize what happened at that private party unless she started investigating the sordid details of what had happened. So I let her enjoy her second cup as I walked into the bathroom for my shower. And then I turned on the water, and she came out of the machine. At least this resort has high-pressure water. After I turned off the shower, I thought I heard a conversation in my room. I found a towel and dried myself up with it around my waist. There was Tammy standing outside on her doorstep holding a sheet for some covering; she was talking to an adorable young woman about Tammy's size and shape who had a big smile. I arrived too late to understand what they were saying.
The young woman looked me up and down as I approached, wearing only the towel. She gave Tammy a hug and kiss on her cheek and said: "See you later!" Tammy had a bouquet of freshly picked flowers that she should have given him. There was a colorful ribbon around it with a note attached.
"Who was that?" I asked in a strangely hostile voice. "'That was Poppi.' She is Rolando's personal assistant. 'Rolando just wanted to make sure we got back to the hotel safely last night.' And he sent me flowers! '"Well, it was kind of him,' I said with a little bit of jealousy".
Rolando, right? I couldn't even remember his name. Good thing he signed the card or we would have to refer to him for the rest of our lives as that guy who invited us to a fuck festival with Tammy. I didn't say it out loud but certainly thought about it. "What did Poppi mean by something happening later?" We have time to go to the beach and sunbathe before that.
Well, I could tell by her quick acceptance of the new plans that Tammy didn't regret last night.
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