Stormy With a Chance of Passion
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My evening began badly. I was lying on my hotel bed massaging my temples in hopes of exorcising the headache that was pulsing and throbbing in my forehead. Between a powerful winter storm outside and a twelve hour day of meetings at the tradeshow I was attending, I wasn’t really surprised that I’d triggered a migraine. The question was what to do about it. I’d already popped the requisite pills but they took time. Deciding that getting rid of some of the pent-up tension of the day’s business would help, I thought about the whirlpool down in the hotel’s pool area.
“Might do it,” I said aloud to the empty room.
After a few more minutes, I dragged myself out of bed. Quickly changing into swim trunks and a hotel bathrobe, I headed for the indoor pool.
The pool area on the second floor was fairly quiet. Most of the hotel’s guests were probably there for the show and were either resting from the day’s events or holding after hours meetings. There were some people in the swimming pool and one young couple in the whirlpool.
As I walked over, I could see that the couple were locked in a rather intimate embrace with the woman on the man’s lap. His right hand, as near as I could tell, was between her legs. It might, I mused, even be inside her bikini bottom. I sighed, not really wanting to disturb them. They brought back memories of similar intimate moments with my estranged wife Jenny in the early days of our relationship. When they saw me, though, they got out of the pool and grabbed towels, giggling and whispering as they left hand in hand.
As I slipped into the warm bubbling water, my memory continued to linger on thoughts of Jenny. My wife and I had been separated for a little over six months. She’d used a job opportunity out in Seattle as an excuse to propose a separation.
“It’s been nothing but struggle for two years, Nick,” she’d said at one point, “And I have no love or passion left in this relationship. I need a break and a chance to try something new.”
I’d argued against it as best I could but Jenny was a strong, stubborn woman. Once she decided she was leaving, it was pretty much a done deal. After six months, I didn’t miss her as much as I had at first. My thoughts still filled with her at times, though. Friends, especially my co-worker and best buddy Nate, told me to let it go and get on with someone new. I’d even had a couple rather enjoyable flings. But getting over Jenny was proving hard.
Closing my eyes, I tried to empty my mind or at least think about something less stressful and more relaxing than my marital woes. After a while in the water and darkness, I drifted off a bit and just lay there enjoying the sensation of immersion in pure relaxation.
“Hi there, do you mind some company?” said Jenny.
The sound of my wife’s voice startled me back to reality. My eyes flew open and I sat up in surprise, thinking that either the migraine or the drugs were causing hallucinations. But there was no mistaking what my eyes saw. There, on the edge of the whirlpool, sat Jenny with a big smile on her face. She also looked a bit nervous.
“Uh … not at all,” I managed to stammer out, “Come on in, the water’s great.”
Jenny wore a skimpy yellow bikini that I hadn’t seen before. It must have been a new one that she’d bought after moving. Her body was as lean and beautiful as ever though perhaps a bit more toned than when she left. My eyes feasted on her shapely tits nestled in the little triangles of the bikini top. Jenny didn’t have huge, or even big, breasts. They were just a nice size and shape for her body.
Jenny had grown her hair long again; longer than it had been at any time since our dating days. She’d worn it fairly short the last few years, thinking it was more professional. Seeing it long again had me wanting to run my fingers through it as I kissed her or stroke it as it dangled while she rode me. I’d long thought it to be one of my wife’s sexiest features and missed it when she started wearing it short.
“You look great, Jenny. Seattle must agree with you,” I said as she slipped into the water across from me.
As she settled into the pool, my wife’s foot accidentally brushed mine. At least, I thought it was by accident. The touch sent a little tingle of excitement through me and I impulsively touched her foot back with mine. Jenny smiled a little but said nothing. She touched me back, though, and made no effort to move away.
“Thanks. You’re not looking too bad yourself,” she answered.
“How’s life?”
“It’s going great, Nick. Front office wants me to stay in Seattle longer. Maybe even permanently. They say I’ve probably saved that office.”
“Terrific. I knew you were up to the job,” I answered.
Except it wasn’t terrific, because an extension meant Jenny would be staying in Seattle. I wanted her back close to me.
My wife’s foot brushed my leg lightly and lingered there. It was clearly deliberate this time. I returned the touch by caressing her foot with my toes. She smiled at me with a sexy gleam in her blue eyes.
“So what brings you here? It’s a bit out of your territory,” I asked.
“The storm,” she answered with a sigh, “I was on my way to Montreal for meetings with Bruce and some other execs. My connecting flight got cancelled when they closed the airport and the airline’s putting me up here for the night. Maybe tomorrow, too, given the forecast.”
“Too bad,” I responded, “I hate these storms.” But inside I was cheering. My headache was fading, forgotten in the surprise and excitement of meeting Jenny.
“And you?” she asked, “I mean, I guess you’re here for the tradeshow.”
“Yep. Me, Nate, and Kelly. The Three Musketeers of Benemar. Got some new product to push so I’ve been going crazy today.”
Jenny giggled.
“So what do you do for fun out there on the left coast?” I asked.
“I’ve made some friends out there. Mostly colleagues and neighbours. We go to movies and clubs and stuff together,” she paused, hesitating a few seconds before continuing, “And I have a guy that I kind of fool around with. Not serious enough to be a boyfriend. More like what the kids these days call a ‘friend with benefits’, I guess.”
I nodded and sighed. It wasn’t unexpected. At least it wasn’t serious.
Our feet and legs were now entangled under the water, swapping flirtatious caresses as we talked. Maintaining composure was getting difficult. My cock was starting to stiffen and I could see my wife’s nipples pushing against the thin material of the bikini top.
“How about you?” she asked, “Anyone?”
“Not really. Just a couple flings. Lots of heat with no real fire if you get my drift.”
Jenny smiled and nodded.
“My relationship with Malcolm is like that. He drives my body wild but I just can’t see myself being in love with him the way that I am … I am with…,” my wife’s voice tailed off.
“The way the I am with you,” I finished.
Without another word, Jenny moved across the pool. I spread my legs to let her kneel in front of me. Looping her arms around my neck, she pressed her mouth to mine. My hands slid around her waist and caressed the smooth skin of her back. Our first kiss in over six months felt like it went on for forever.
First our lips slid sensuously against each other. Then our mouths opened and Jenny’s tongue slid up against mine. Our last kiss before she left me had been a perfunctory kiss goodbye. This one was the kiss to end all kisses.
“Fuck, I miss you,” she said when we finally took a break. Tears were running down her cheeks.
“Me, too. I’ve wanted you so badly.”
Then we were kissing again. Jenny rubbed herself against the erection that had formed in my trunks. My hands slid up her body to fondle her breasts, tweaking and squeezing her stiff nipples through her top.
“We really need to get somewhere private,” I whispered, realizing that we were engaging in foreplay in a public area.
Jenny looked down at my hard on. She reached under the water with her left hand and caressed it through my trunks.
“Indeed. I don’t think I can deal with this properly here.”
“Your room or mine?” I asked, stroking my wife’s wet hair with my fingers.
“I have a Jacuzzi suite with a king bed,” Jenny answered.
“Beats my two queens and a tub.”
Giggling, Jenny stood up and then offered me her hand. I got up and stood in front of my wife, my erection pushing my trunks out into an obvious tent. Jenny giggled some more and caressed it again.
“How are going to hide that in the elevator?” she asked cheekily.
“I brought a robe with me.”
“Not sure that’s enough,” Jenny responded, running her hand along my cock.
We embraced and shared another long, hot kiss. Jenny rubbed herself lightly against my hard cock to show just what she wanted and how badly she wanted it. Then we dried off, put on our bathrobes, and headed for the elevators. To anyone who saw us, we were probably just as giggly and giddy as the young couple before us.
In the elevator, I slid my arms around Jenny from behind. I kissed and nibbled my wife’s neck and earlobe while sliding my hand inside her robe to play with her breasts. My cock was pressed into the soft flesh of Jenny’s ass and I rubbed lightly against her. We were lucky and no one else got on. When the door opened on the tenth floor, where her room was located, Jenny slipped out of my embrace and scurried for her suite with me in hot pursuit.
As soon as the door closed, we were pulling at the ties on each other’s robes. They fell open and we slipped them off. Taking Jenny into a tight embrace, I French kissed her once again. My hands managed to undo the back strap of her top. My wife stepped away from me and held out her arms, letting me pull the bikini off. Then I grabbed her and pulled her against me with one arm while using the other hand to play with one of her tits. I kissed her again as my fingers stroked and pinched Jenny’s nipple. Then I lowered my face to her breast to suck the same nipple.
Jenny let me enjoy her breast for a couple minutes, moaning or crying out softly when I sucked hard or bit her nipple. Then she pulled me away and walked to the bed. Sitting on the edge, my wife slipped her bikini bottom off before lying down on the bed and spreading her thighs.
To my surprise, her once dense bush was gone. There was just bare skin above the moist pink lips of her pussy. I’d always loved pubic hair but still found the new look quite to my liking. I slipped my trunks off and lay beside Jenny on the bed. Sliding a hand down her body, I caressed the smooth skin of her bare mound.
“Never thought I’d see you shaved,” I said
“Waxed, actually. Malcolm likes it so I thought I’d give it a try.”
I removed my hand and lowered my face to kiss the soft skin between her thighs.
“It’s very sexy,” I whispered, “I love your bush but this is hot, too.”
Kissing my way up to Jenny’s tits, I gently sucked and nibbled her hard nipples, enjoying my wife’s reaction as much as actually playing with them. As my mouth lavished attention on Jenny’s breasts, my hand was between her thighs. My fingers stroked her soft lips and probed her wet interior. Jenny moved her hips to press against my eagerly probing fingers.
“Eat me,” she gasped, pulling me off her tits, “I want it, now.”
I didn’t need to hear more. I ran my tongue down Jenny’s belly to her bare mound. Slowly, I circled her swollen clit, careful to tease it rather than stimulate it too directly. Then I lapped at the juice oozing out of her cunt, savouring the taste of my wife’s sweet pussy before sliding my tongue inside.
Jenny’s hands were on the back of my head, holding me in place and forcing me to continue my delectable meal. I moved up a little, licking her little bud while sliding a finger inside her. Then I closed my mouth over her clit to suck it until a loud cry and flood of juice told me Jenny was having an orgasm.
By this point, I was pretty close to climax myself. My cock was rock hard and I was desperate to plunge it into my wife’s wet pussy. When I got off, Jenny responded immediately. She rolled over, pushed her ass up in the air, and parted her thighs to show off the dripping pink opening.
That was invitation enough. I knelt behind Jenny and guided my cock into place with the head against her lips. She was good and wet from her orgasm so I was able to just plunge in and start fucking. My wife’s body shook as I rammed into her pussy with fast, hard thrusts. With each stroke, I drew closer to my own orgasm. I slid a hand under Jenny and began rubbing her clit.
“Oh fuck yes,” I heard myself gasp out loudly.
My orgasm was a powerful, shaking my body as it flooded my wife with my seed. Then Jenny came a second time, moaning loudly as her vagina rippled and squeezed my cock.
And then it was over. I pulled out and got down on the bed with Jenny. She rolled on to her side facing me and pulled me into the warm embrace of her arms and legs. Our mouths joined in another long deep kiss and then we lay still as our bodies came down from the heights we’d reached. My headache was long gone and forgotten as I rested in my wife’s arms.
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