I woke up, Kiki was there smiling at me. She pulled off the covers so I could see the full magnificence which is her body. She really is the aphrodisiacal woman alive ; I 'm not biased or anything. I was n't thinking about it then, but I really am blessed. I married Dr Kiki Kennedy, my pet smut adept. Not just that, she 's now the CEO of a successful porn yield company, and she encourages the talent ( the girl anyway ) to have intercourse me. So I 've had a lot to compare her to and she is still the sexiest, I know this for a fact. So not yet thirty, smoking hot soundbox, always horny, devastatingly intelligent ( the title `` Dr '' is for really, in particle physic ), copious, and she likes to share. I 'm not seeing a downside here ( and there is n't one in this story ).

'' Breakfast ? '' She asked.

I got hard almost instantly at that, I 'll explain why in a minute. She reached over and handed me the elbow room service Scripture, I had a tone over it and selected the American Breakfast, maybe not the most agitate choice in the man, but the kitchens at a fancy hotel like this make it pretty delightful. And it was all expensed.

We were on a patronage trip, to Las Vegas, for the AVN display. ( AVN is `` adult Video News, '' the trade paper for the porno manufacture, they have a big appearance, and it coincides with CES. ) So Kiki 's company was paying for all of this, which is good, I would not have wanted to drop the $ 900/night the hotel charged while CES is in town. That $ 900 is just for their cheap room, they had more expensive ones, but even their cheap way is about the nicest hotel elbow room I 've ever stayed in. We 've stayed in a few decent 1 traveling for Kiki 's occupation. As the CES was now over, this night had only cost the companionship $ 300. We were staying on for a amorous break.

As Lope de Vega hotels go, this was a eldritch one. It was very conveniently located on the center of the strip, just a monorail hop away from the convention center, but it 's non-smoking, and it has no casino. It 's like an oasis of sanity in the midst of the craziness which is Lope de Vega. Being a Californian, I never really appreciated `` non-smoking '' until I got to Vegas the first clip. People still smoke indoors there, it's horrible.

So Kiki calls way religious service and edict our breakfast, then says, `` Time for a cite ritual. '' That 's why I got hard, she likes to pleasure me, while we 're waiting for breakfast to get. Calling it a `` cite rite '' goes back to a time in college when we ordered a pizza, then we started fooling around. It got to the tip where she was blowing me, and I was thinking I 'd be coming soon when the pizza arrived. Someone made a remark about that being a `` rally ritual '' and the name stuck.

I just lay there, and she got to work. I like that. She started rubbing her boobs all over me, in my face, I like boobs in my cheek ( or, just I LIKE dumbbell ), then down my body. When she got to my shaft she popped it in her backtalk briefly to get it good and wet, then rubbed her sin up and down it. She trapped the prick in her cleavage and started jacking me off like that. I like that. Honestly, I like it however she gets me off.

She starts blowing me. At those prison term when my dick is sticking out from between her knocker, her sass is there to capture it. That 's even better. I 'm just happy. I 'm not caring about coming or anything, I 'm just lying there not thinking. I 'm probably moaning, moaning is good it tells them they 're doing it right. Then, she stops. Before I can fully process this evolution, she 's at it again, this metre with her pussy. She 's on top of me, fucking me.

I like doing a lot of matter, and a lot of them are my favorite, but this is particularly good. I just lie there and be lazy, and her kitty works on my dick to puddle me come. I can determine her leaping up and down. She bounces particularly nicely ; those boobs which had just been wrapped around my dick are thoroughgoing. I 'm really getting into this, and so is Kiki, she 's moaning now, it's not going to be long for either of us. Then the doorbell rings, I come, and Kiki says, `` Shit ! It worked too well. '' And laughed. I do n't guess she 's come yet.

She leaves me, fucked senseless on the bed, throws on her kimono, and goes to answer the door. She 's said of that kimono, that it `` leaves a lot to be desired as wearable. '' My response is I do n't think that 's its primary intention. Its primary coil purpose is to wrench me on, not that I usually need much help with that. The kimono is barely big enough to wrap up around her dope ; she usually lets it hang open. It's barely long enough to cover her twat. So when she 's wearing it, she 's constantly teasing you with glimpses of what 's under it. It usually does n't persist on long, at least not covering anything.

I hear her answer the door and central pleasantries with the waiter. Then Kiki walks back into the room and says, `` You should pass over yourself up. '' And flips a binding over me so my dick is no longer on video display. Then, the waiter walks into the room pushing the way servicing cart. I blush and pull the screen up further, before I register the waiter is a girlfriend. She does n't obviously note either of our states, I 'm sure she 's seen it all before, she carries on in her very sunny fashion, and gets thing ready. Then, Kiki shows her out.

Kiki comes back into the sleeping room and the kimono is not fastened at all, and I 'm catching glimpse of what 's under there. It had n't been fastened when the waiter was in the room either. I also notice a track of cum running down her privileged second joint. She 's carrying two handwriting towels from the privy, she puts one down on the desk chairwoman for me to sit on and one on the lounge for her to sit on. I join her for breakfast. The breakfast is excellent, I like getting room service breakfast at a fancy hotel, its one of life story 's majuscule pleasance. As I said, nada particularly special, 1st Baron Verulam, eggs, tater, toast, deep brown, pretty standard, but they do it so well. That and I 'm naked and looking at my nearly naked ( only the open kimono ), smoking hot, wife.

She seemed to be enjoying the view as well, both of naked me, and of the airstrip outside the window. We 'd opened the curtains to get a expert view, so anyone looking our way would have gotten a pretty good aspect as well. Though I 'm not sure how visible we 'd be really, the edifice 's a new fancy `` LEED '' certified one, and all the windowpane are covered in musing film to keep the sun out. Just opening the pall was a challenge, everything is done by using the TV remote control to take on shield fare to do things, including setting the temperature, opening the mantle, and turning on the lights.

With breakfast over, she said, `` I 'll go exhibitor, so you can have got dessert. '' That was promising, I like eating her, so she 'll use meal metaphors to suggest me going down on her, like, `` do you want an appetizer, '' or as in this grammatical case, `` having dessert. '' She 'd probably liked to have skipped the shower, but I 'm really not fond of dining on my own ( or anybody else 's ) cum. So being as Kiki is so conciliate, she 'll wash up for me first.

That was my cue to go down to the gym. I 've got to keep fit, or I 'd never be able to continue up with Kiki. 25 minutes on a bike at the top of the aerobic geographical zone should do it, around a 170 heart rate. That 's also a good way to get really sweaty, so I get back to the room with my shirt totally soaked. Kiki 's just getting out of the shower, and goes, `` Mmmm. ``

She strips off my soaked exercise gear, and I kick off my sneakers. She unfolds a big bath towel over the bed, and I lie down on it. I 'm a little pooped from my effort, so that 's commodity. She licks up some of the elbow grease from over my breast bone, she 's a bit Weird like that, but I 'm not going to stop her. She does move onto my nipples, though that I really do n't wish, so I make less appreciative noises and she stops. Then she moves onto dessert, she climbs on my nerve and plops her wet ( with her juice ), freshly washed pussy on my face.

Freshly washed means it does n't have that a lot flavor until I find some More of her juices, it still tastes a bit sportsmanlike though. I 'm not complaining ; I 'm really lucky. But, pussy does smack effective when it's not quite so fresh, but not with cum in it. But, I LIKE LICKING PUSSY, any snatch will do, Kiki 's is particularly especial, because it's Kiki 's. She does n't take long about coming. Then gets down and hugs me. This time she says, `` I love you flatness. '' I 'm still not used to this beloved thing, so I do n't immediately respond. I think I love her, I certainly love being with her, but I 'm not used to saying that yet.

I do sort of complain that she did n't finish long. She sighs and hug me more, but she does offer me some more, and I take her up on that. This time when she 's going to sit on me, I suggest, `` former way around ? '' So she turns around and gets into a sixty-nine view. Of all my favorite things, this may be my favorite, especially when Kiki does it for my welfare. The one drawback to sixty-nine is getting distracted. It's difficult to both give and receive at once, so we 'll designate one or former company as the beneficiary of the act and they 're relinquish to be distracted, and not sense shamefaced about doing a poor job on the other.

This was for my welfare, a cock sucking to get me off. I really like a pussy in my brass while she 's doing that. I licked at her, but I do n't think I was doing such a dear job, because I was distracted by the blowjob. Kiki is very distracting when my shaft is in her lip, she seemed to be in a rush, so was extra distracting. It did n't take me long to come. As I was coming, I tensed up, grabbed the binding of her head word and rammed my peter as far as it could go into her back talk. I held her there as I pumped my cum down her throat, then I relaxed and there was a gasp from Kiki when she could breathe again.

She took her twat off my case and I was hugged again. She said, `` Thank you, I love you. ``

My wit was still quite foggy, so I answered, `` I love you too. '' Without thinking about it much, like I say, I 'm pretty surely I do. She hugged me miserly and then got up, saying, `` I 'll go rinse off off, then you should get in the cascade, remember we have an naming. '' Now I remembered, we had an appointment in the spa for later, that was why she was rushing me.

We got down to the spa, well ahead of the appointed time, as we 'd get to use their other facilities. The hotel, as well as the spa, has an `` Oriental '' report, so we got served unripened tea while we had the consultation. They like you to satiate in a questionnaire, make certain you 're sizeable enough for whatever. I 'm certainly it's just the lawyers wanting to cover the hotel 's ass, but that 's always the way it goes.

We got shown the facilities and then let loose. Unfortunately, this spa was segregated, there was a men 's side and a woman 's side. It also seemed that clothing, like swim shorts was the average. This is U.S.A. after all ; we 're an uptight clustering. Some spa 's we 'd been to, like in EU, they 'd be sundry, and clothing of any form was unusual. I like those, if I can terminate from getting a heavily on. That 's a unspoilt reason ( if a ground is needed ) to possess sex before going to a spa, so you 're less likely to get an embarrassing hard on.

I used the facilities, they had fancy hydrotherapy kitty, the usual sweat room ( dry heat energy ) and steam elbow room, and fancy showers with digital command which gave you assorted `` experiences, '' like `` tropical forrest '' or `` frigid mist. '' It was when Arctic mist decided to spray freezing cold water over me, I got more mistrustful of what it was doing.

Then it was metre for our massage. Massages are one of those things that grown ups do, but no one ever told you about. We 'd reserved a `` couples massage. '' It sounds like the frame-up for a sex tantrum, you lie naked on a `` table '' ( really a very peg down bed which can arouse or lower ), Kiki is lying naked on the adjacent table, we 're close enough could hold hands if we wanted. Then the girls ( the masseuses, we have one each ) spread you with oil or cream and stroke you all over. With a couplet 's massage you have a private suite, just for the four of you.

Weirdly, it 's not titillating. The massage is therapeutic, not sexual, they poke and egg on you to make your sinew relax, they 'll intrude and poke at steadfast muscles until you go `` Ow ! '' There 's no `` well-chosen ending, '' they carefully avoid your gumshoe or pussy, and they keep you decorously `` draped '' at all sentence. You 'd think having a missy stroke you all over would get you hot, but really it 's just very relaxing ; it reduces you to a boneless quite a little, and your brain goes wandering elsewhere.

That is unless you find a masseuse who can do a really good foot massage, then you end up as a puddle of goo on the tabular array, and it feels like you 've cheated on your wife. Unfortunately, my masseuse is not that good, and she tickles my ft. ( Now, Cheri from wiliness divine service who sometimes works on Kiki 's productions is an inexpert masseuse and knows how to do that properly, but she 's not here. )

Now, we had the entourage to ourselves for about another hour. It had the two massage tables, as well its own shower bath, a belittled hydro-therapy pool, and a sauna. We decided on the sauna. The sauna said 170 degree, about average for a sauna. I threw some weewee on the tilt to sacrifice it a piddling humidity, and build it feel even hotter, then sat down on a towel on the top bench. Sauna 's have work bench at various levels, the higher you go the hotter it is. You just sit and sweat for a patch, then you 'll go to cool off in the pool.

Kiki had a different idea, she put her towel down on the terrace below. The towel is not just for hygienics, but the workbench are fucking hot, like 170 degrees, they feel much hot than the air. ( I could explicate the physics of that, Physics is my thing as well, I 've almost got my doctor's degree, but that 's not why you 're reading this. ) She knelt on the towel and went down on me. I was all floppy and relaxed after the massage. I 'd managed to not get hard during the massage, they really are relaxing, but Kiki was making my cock change its mind about the floppiness in a hurry.

If you 've never had a cock sucking in a sweat room, you 're missing out, it's dissimilar, and you get really sweaty. This time she was n't in a hurry, though I did possess cerebration I should get out of their before I expire from the hotness. They recommend only 15 proceedings at a time in a sweat room, all sauna have clocks to serve you there. So I know, twelve minutes later I come in Kiki 's mouth, I was quite slack about it this time, no holding and choking her. I flop back against the birch panelling behind me, then sit back up in a hurry when I get burnt by the panelling.

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Next we had mental reservation in the tea lounge up in the sky vestibule on the 23rd flooring. The lounge had great survey of the comic strip, but was a bit messed up. Like I said, the hotel has an Oriental theme, the tea lounge was decorated all oriental, but served English tea. Usually, I 'll drink coffee, but the tea made a change, along with the scones and pastry and sandwiches. The side seem to have very heavy tea, we were stuffed and went back to our room to recover.

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Finally, much later, the tea had settled and were hungry again, clock time for dinner. We considered going to the picture French restaurant on the 23rd floor, but felt like something simpler. We decided on the burger place down on the comic strip, in the hotel 's retail frontage. It was run by a celebrity chef, and did foodie burgers. I was n't sure how you made a burger gourmet, but it sounded tasty. While we were walking through the solid ground floor lobby, Kiki met soul, and started talking to them.

I hung around and Kiki introduced me to the girl, Lisa. Then Kiki asked, `` You do n't mind if Lisa comes to dinner with us ? '' I did n't, that was usually the way Kiki introduced me to a new porn star we were going to bonk. I did n't agnize Lisa as a erotica actress, but then I do n't hump them all. In this case, Lisa turned out to be not a smut actress, she was the waitress who 'd delivered our breakfast this first light. Kiki and her had recognized each other when they met in the lobby.

Dinner was tasty, I 've never thought of putting white potato micro chip in a burger before, but the celebrity chef had. The conversation was even tastier. Kiki and Lisa seemed to be keen on each other. Lisa was a lesbian and liked watching Kiki 's lesbian TV, even if they were really meant for men. Lisa said Kiki 's videos seemed more actual than the fair one. I did say, Kiki did like lesbian sex, even off television camera. I had to add, I 'd seen her at it often enough.

At the end of the eventide, it seems that they 'd arranged for Lisa to come back to the room with us sometime during dinner. I was expected to just keep an eye on. We 'd had quite a few face-off which had started with that premise, they usually did n't end that way, and neither did this one. Kiki gave her a lap dance, that 's so hot, that got me toilsome. Then Kiki went down on her, I love watching her do that, it gets me so hot. I 'm starting to feel left out here, but I have to leave them to it.

Finally, I got to go down on Lisa. Lisa had no expostulation to that by then, my exclusively reserve was my shaft was screaming at me to get in on the natural process, I had n't gotten any since the sauna. I just about managed to ignore that, and do my sound job on Lisa. It 's going to be near for me in the long run if she enjoys it more. She certainly did look to enjoy it, when I finally made her semen, she collapsed into a sweaty smiling heap on the bed. I was dire by that time, so Kiki came to my aid and go down on me, we did n't want to bother Lisa at that point. That was good. Then, we all hugged for a spell, but eventually Lisa had to leave. She said, she 'd try to come back with breakfast in the morning. We 'll see what happens then.

After Lisa left, Kiki and I snuggled up together, it took me a while to clear from the to a fault affectionate clues that she was horny. She knows letting me work that out on my own is n't a right strategy. Sometimes a little Thomas More assertiveness on her piece would n't go amiss. Since she came finally, she 'd botch up me three fourth dimension, and gone down on Lisa, so she should be pretty do-or-die by now. So I lay her on her back, got down between her peg and did my best work on her, until my jaw got shopworn. I think Kiki liked that, I know I did .