048

I woke Tanner up the next morning by sucking his penis. This time, I let him climax in my mouth. It was funny; I imagined I would hate it if Tanner wanted to cum in my mouth, but I was really beginning to enjoy it. It really was a lot neater than the alternative. Plus, to feel his shaft swell in my mouth and the first hot spurts of his sperm coating my throat was kind of a rush. The taste wasn't as bad as expected. Even the taste of both our juices when I sucked him after we made love last night was enjoyable enough, I'd eagerly do it again, just for the look he got on his face when I did it. After I'd finished, he wanted to return the favor. I told him I was good and did not need to climax this morning. I was happy enough to be able to serve him. He kissed me and got out of bed to shower. We still smelled of sex from last night.

While Tanner was showering, I sent a text to my blackmailer.

My husband will be gone after seven tonight.

I waited for his response, but I didn't get one while I waited. I suppose even blackmailer's had things to do other than waiting for their victims to respond. After Tanner finished, I showered myself. I shaved my armpits and legs, then rubbed my mound. It was still pretty smooth, but I felt hints of hair starting to make an appearance after my waxing. To be as smooth as possible, I shaved it too. Done with my shower, I put on one of the nice robes and joined Tanner for a simple breakfast of bagels and cream cheese. Tanner had instructed Roberta to keep our room stocked with breakfast items, orange juice and coffee. Her efficiency kept our breakfasts easy and quiet.

While we ate, I had a question for Tanner. "Do you really want to play strip poker with Kathy and Stan tomorrow night?"

"Sure. Why not?"

"I don't know. It seems odd to me. You were adamant the worst thing I could do was have sex with another man, yet you seem to have no problem displaying me naked to others. It seems incongruent to me you don't want me touched, but don't care if I'm looked at. It would seem to me, to be naked with other people is an adjunct for them to do more than look. It encourages touching. Yesterday, when we were all naked or nearly so, when we helped put sun screen on each other's backs, it was also necessary to put lotion on bare buttocks. Both Stan and Kathy did mine and I did them in return. Yet you didn't seem to care."

"Mmm. I see your point. I guess the difference to me is I was there. I expected nothing worse than innocuous lotion spreading would occur. You're a very beautiful woman with a fabulous figure and I'm very proud you chose me as your husband. I feel very lucky to be the one you selected to share yourself with and I suppose I want to throw it in the faces of all those you didn't choose what they're missing. Now Stan's a lucky guy as well. Kathy is a lovely woman with a terrific set of knockers, but you're her equal in every way, plus taller. I can't help rubbing my luck in his face a little. You could tell he found it hard to keep his eyes off you."

"I noticed. It makes me uncomfortable to be so on display for another. It feels I'm sharing a part of myself I'd saved only for you. I was never a wild child. My nudity was shared only in locker rooms. Even then, I was not blatant about it. I would kiss boys and sometimes I even let them touch my breasts over my clothes, but if they tried more, I sent them packing. I knew some day, I would share everything I had with the one I loved. Sharing it with others has a tendency to make my skin crawl. I am not trying to be a prude necessarily, but you're willingness to show me to others makes me believe you don't hold my gift of waiting for you, in as high a regard as I did waiting for you."

"I never thought of it in that way. You know I do appreciate you waited for me, don't you?" Tanner asked.

"I hoped you would."

"But I still want to show you off. Hiding you in some room of the house like a dusty trophy in a display case doesn't satisfy my sense of pride. It's like locking the Mona Lisa in a basement somewhere instead of showing the world how beautiful she is by giving her a prominent place in the Louvre so the world can see her. It's how I feel about you. You should be on display where everyone can enjoy your beauty. I guess I would have a problem with you doing so without me around. I would have no problem with you tanning nude if I'm around to enjoy it also. I'd be less comfortable if you did it while I wasn't here. Then I appreciate your sense of modesty. I would not want you to play strip poker when I wasn't there, but it doesn't bother me if I am. Does that make any sense?"

"I suppose. You do know that Stan and Kathy are swingers and hoped we would swing with them, don't you?" I asked.

"Stan told me about their lifestyle when we were playing golf. He hoped we would be willing to join them."

"What did you say?"

"I told them I'd never be willing to share my wife," Tanner said. "You were far too precious to me to ever consider such a thing."

What he said made me happy and even more disgusted with myself. I was already sharing myself with others and would do so again tonight while he played poker. I couldn't help myself; I started to cry. It wasn't a loud, noisy, bawling sort of cry; just tears running down my cheeks.

"Why are you crying?" Tanner asked. "Did I say something wrong?"

No, Tanner. The problem was with me and not with you. I'm a horrible person who is wronging you in the worst possible way. Fuck, fuck, fuck! "Nothing wrong, my prince. You said something very sweet and it makes me very happy."

"So happy you want to cry?" Tanner asked.

"Yes, dear. So happy I want to cry."

I dragged him into the bedroom again, took off his robe, then mine, and pushed him back on the bed. I covered him with my naked body and kissed him.

"I love you so much, Tanner. I hope you realize how much I love you and how much I will do to keep you. Now, make love to me again."

We kissed and he turned me over on the bed, covering my body with his. Already, I felt him becoming hard. His lips trailed down my neck, kissing his way down to my breasts, my nipples hard lumps of flesh, waiting to feel his touch. He sucked one in his mouth and my body arched under his, melting for him, instantly wet.

"For someone who waited as long as you did," Tanner said, "you certainly do enjoy this, don't you?"

"It's you, my love. I enjoy doing this with you. You're my sun and moon and all the stars in the heavens and I can't get enough of you."

"I'm ready. Spread your legs for me, Brooke."

I parted my legs and I felt his hand between us and finding what he sought, his erection speared into me. I gasped and wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper.

"Love me, Tanner. Please love me."

He did, driving into me over and over. I surrendered to him three times before he shared himself with me, spurting deep into my sheath. We lay panting together when he'd finished.

"You've been particularly loving the last twelve hours," Tanner said.

"I've felt bad we had a rough patch and wanted to make it up to you." Along with other things I can never tell you. I went down on him again to clean his penis, thick with our accumulated spend.

"You can apologize like this any time you want," Tanner said, gasping.

I looked up at him, holding his gaze. "I intend to." Then I descended on his cock again. I eventually accepted another offering of his seed in my mouth, swallowing his load. He finally stopped me.

"You've got to stop," he panted. "I'm too sensitive for you to continue."

I stopped and pulled off him, laughing. "Now you know what you were doing to me when you were using my little toy. I should keep going just to show you how painful it can be."

"If I didn't apologize profusely enough before, I do so now," Tanner said. "I won't do it to you again."

He wouldn't, but others eventually would.