Odalisque
Forty-five
I WOKE UP IN THE MORNING spooned behind Lissa. We moved softly together as I caressed her. We adjusted ourselves but after just a few strokes, Lissa pushed me out of her.
“I’ve always wanted this, Tony,” she said. “I could never tell you, but I want you now.” She repositioned my cock against her anus and pushed back. I stayed steady until the head popped through her sphincter and was gripped in its tight embrace. “I can’t take you very deep this way but I so love it when you play with me there that I had to feel it. Can you move in and out just a little? Will it be okay?”
“Oh darling, Liss. I will do anything for you anytime you want. If I’d known… I don’t know. It just never seemed to me like a thing a guy should ask for,” I said. I wasn’t sure I understood my own logic, but it made sense to me anyway.
“You didn’t ask, my love,” she sighed. “I did. Touch me, lover. Tell me how you love me.”
I told her. I touched her. I ran my fingers through her hair, across her breasts, up her legs, and into her pussy. We stayed this way for much longer than I figured I could last as Lissa built toward her climax. There was no way for me to hold back when it hit.
After we showered, we had coffee together in what appeared to be an empty house. Perhaps Wendy was still asleep as she’d worked late last night. I supposed that Melody and Kate could be in Kate’s room, but we weren’t going to investigate. This was my day with Lissa.
“What are we doing today, my love?” I asked.
“First, breakfast. Bring your sketchbook. I want you to draw me.”
“You want to spend our day together with me working?” I asked.
“No. I want to spend time posing for you and seeing myself through your eyes. It’s one of the two things that brought us together,” Lissa said. “Well, three things if you count Melody—and I do.”
Hmm. Melody, drawing, and racquetball. I had a feeling I knew what we were doing this afternoon. Kate and Wendy took me to the zoo. Melody kept me at home all day and brought ‘helpers’ in to assist with our day spa. I still hadn’t processed the relationship that was developing between Bree and Melody. Lissa had me pack equipment for sketching and racquetball. We wouldn’t be back for most of the day. And with Lissa, I was pretty sure it would just be the two of us.
Lissa fed me just toast and coffee before we left the house and drove straight to the ferry to Bainbridge Island. Once we got there, we parked at Doc’s Marina Grill and went in for a fantastic breakfast. I ate a crab and Swiss cheese omelet that was out of this world and had a great cup of coffee. A misty rain filled the air and I was surprised when Lissa told me to grab my sketchbook and headed through the gate at the marina. The guard checked a list and nodded us through. We walked to the end of a pier where a huge yacht was tied. I don’t know a thing about boats, so I couldn’t tell you what kind or how big it was. It just looked big—bigger than anything else at the marina that I could see.
“This is where I want you to sketch me,” Lissa said.
“It’s raining, Lissa.” Okay, I was whining about having my gorgeous model wife get naked in front of me. Stupid!
“That should make it interesting,” she said. She apparently had everything set up in advance as there was a canopy cover that jutted out in front of the wheelhouse. She parked me on a folding chair there and started to undress. I glanced around hurriedly, but we were a hundred and fifty feet from the shore at the end of this pier, facing the water, and in a secure marina. I suppose there were a few hundred places where someone with binoculars could have spied on us, but by the time I got to that stage of my reasoning, I was captured by Lissa’s beauty as she strode confidently out into the rain and hopped up on the cross-arm of the mast. Is that what they call a jib? What do I know about boats? I’m from Nebraska.
What I knew was that I’d love to be watching this scene on a sunny day as we cruised up in the islands in the summer. But I was getting great images in my head as she posed. The misty rain was getting her drenched and I was watching the patterns the water made as it flowed over and dripped off her chin, her breasts, and her legs. I started sketching as fast as I could.
“I’m only going to last out here about twenty minutes, Tony,” Lissa called to me. “It’s colder than I thought.”
In fifteen minutes, I rushed to her, picked her up and carried her under the awning. She pulled a towel out of her bag and began vigorously toweling herself dry—an activity that I joined in enthusiastically. She pulled a big sweater out of her bag and put it over her head. I just had to reach around her and cup her beautiful breasts in my hands. The sweater fell over my hands and Lissa reached behind me to stroke my cock through my jeans. I felt her unzip them.
“Quick, darling. Right here on the boat. Make love to me,” Lissa whispered. She pushed me down on the stool, getting my cock out of my pants. The seat was cold against my bare ass. Lissa straddled me and guided me into her steamy center. Her butt was still cold as I held her and lifted her up and down on me. In a minute, we were both panting and Lissa captured my lips to kiss me with fervor as she came. It was wonderful being in her, but between the cold and rain and my nervousness about being in the open, I wasn’t near coming.
“Why don’t we finish dressing and continue this someplace else?”
“Oh yes, and I know just where,” she purred.
“Seriously? You want to play racquetball now?” I asked as we walked into the club.
“No, darling, I want to dance with you,” she said. We got changed. After the ferry ride back to the mainland with the heat in the car on full blast the whole way, at least we were warmed up.
I met Lissa on the way to the court and she led me straight to number three and pounded on the glass door. Whitney caught the ball she was volleying with and waved us in.
“Whitney?” I said.
“Oh hey, Tony,” she said. “Hi, Lissa. With no classes today, I thought I’d come over and get a little practice in.”
“Why don’t you join us,” Lissa said. Wait. I thought she wanted to dance, which in my book meant some pretty sexy playing.
“I’ve been hoping for that invitation for a long time,” Whitney said looking me up and down.
“We’ll play contact cutthroat,” Lissa said. “It’ll be fun, Tony.”
I got it now. I was a little slow on the uptake, but I remembered the way Lissa and Whitney were at the posing party when I found them on the stairs. Something was going on. One thing I’ve learned is that when one of my wives or girlfriends has a plan, I’d be best off to just follow it and enjoy.
We warmed up a bit and just naturally flowed into the game. Retuning to play with Lissa after my chaotic past two months was really a pleasure. We didn’t always touch with a hand. Sometimes we just stood with a hip together or even back-to-back as we anticipated where Whitney’s serve would be. The slightest move on one partner’s part would clue the other how to respond. It is way sexy. I discovered that it was just as sexy with Whitney, who was as likely to have an arm wrapped around my waist as to reach over and plant my left hand on her ass. I noticed when I was serving that she and Lissa were in just as close contact. We played for an hour and no one knew the score. In fact, I’m not sure anyone had scored. In racquetball.
“Grab your stuff, Whitney,” Lissa said. “We’ll use the hot tub at the house and have a glass of wine—after we’ve had plenty of water.”
In five minutes, we were headed home. With Whitney.
Whitney went in to use the bathroom while the tub was filling and that gave me the minute I needed to talk to Lissa.
“Sweetheart? What’s your plan, here?” I asked.
“I plan to get that girl naked with us,” Lissa grinned.
“We kind of did that at the posing party,” I said.
“Yes, but we have a little more leeway this time,” Lissa answered. “No ogre artist is dictating what we can and can’t touch.”
“Are you planning to… uh… have…?”
“Not today. But that doesn’t mean we can’t play with her. Right?”
There was a fire in Lissa’s eyes that was almost as bright as when she spoke of Allison. I shut up and took off my clothes.
Lissa cuddled in front of me with my arms on either side of her. It was a little difficult to get my hands on any of my favorite parts because Whitney was leaning back between Lissa’s legs, pressed up against us. There was a little chit chat and we’d had a couple of nice kisses. Nice enough to let me know that Whitney was not at all inexperienced in this kind of situation. Lissa reached for my right hand and guided it in her own to Whitney’s shoulder and down across her tiny breasts. If Whitney wears a bra, it’s just for show—or to not show. Lissa left my right hand there as she nibbled on Whitney’s ear. As soon as I made a gentle stroke across Whitney’s nipple, I heard the girl groan.
Lissa pulled my left hand around to Whitney’s stomach and began pushing it down. It’s a damn good thing that we were all packed so tightly together and that I have pretty long arms. I really didn’t want to miss what I was just able to dip my fingers into.
“Oh yes! God!” Whitney cried when I touched her clit. We splashed quite a bit of water writhing around in the tub as Lissa and I made an all-out assault on our tall thin friend. Somehow, Whitney managed to get her hands behind her and one was dipped into Lissa while the other was barely able to touch my cock. “Oh yes! Fuck! Fuck!” Whitney gasped as she came against us. Lissa gasped and I was pretty sure Whitney had managed to get her off as well.
Whitney managed to turn in our arms and fall into a deep kiss with Lissa as her hand reached around to take a full and firm grasp on my cock. She didn’t stroke or try to get me off, but just held me like she didn’t want me to get away. Not that I was going anyplace.
“I hate to come and run,” Whitney said when we were out of the tub and dressed, “but I promised to meet someone for dinner tonight.”
“I’ll give you a lift,” I volunteered.
“No, it’s okay,” Whitney explained. “I’ve got a car now. I brought it over here this morning and left it.”
I had a feeling this wasn’t all just spontaneous. I hugged Lissa as we watched Whitney drive away.
“Come back to the bedroom and make love to me now, darling,” Lissa said. “Melody and Kate are bringing home Chinese carryout for dinner after their last class. We still have plenty of time.”
What a great Valentine’s Day.
END PART III
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