"More. Harder," she said.
"Yes," he said, and began to pick up the tempo, going at her harder and harder, faster and faster. He put his hands under her belly to the crux of her hips to make certain he did not slip out on the backstroke.
There was pain, but there was pleasure too, a slow pleasure that was beginning to gather and increase. New sensations were surging through her body. She experienced the pleasure in different organs and in different muscles. It was a whole new set of sensations: physical, mental, and emotional sensations evoked by her love for Rick.
With his arms still wrapped around her middle, he rammed her harder and harder. He seemed insensitive to her pain. It was still there, but it seemed to dissipate with each stroke. He kept thrusting. The pain was almost gone now, replaced by new pleasures she had never before experienced. He was slamming in and out of her, grunting, groaning, and calling out her name.
"Yes, Judy, yes."
"Fuck me, Rick. Fuck my ass."
"I am. I am," he said.
She was grunting back at him and theirs was a symphony of grunts and groans, a symphony of pleasure and love. They knew exactly what they were doing. They were reconsummating their love with a sacrifice of mutual virginity as they had never been able to consummate it on their wedding night.
At this, they were both virgins, and in this was a renewed consecration of love and their marriage.
"Oh, Rick."
"Yes, Judy. Yes, yes, yes, a thousand times, yes," he said.
He was getting close to a point of exquisite pleasure and so was she. Those new and unusual pleasures surged and rolled and gushed. She screamed inside herself, but all she said was aloud, "Yes!"
He was going harder, breathing harder, pumping harder, and she was pumping her ass back at him, joining him in movement, seeking their mutual pleasure.
"Do it, do it," she said.
"Yes," he said, pumping ever harder, going deeply into her touching the wall that separated the new cavity of pleasure from the old.
"Oh!" she went, and this time it was not from pain.
"Yes," he said. "Yes. Yes. Yes. I’m coming."
"Me too, yes. I'm … yessss. Yes, I am."
The pleasure came from everyplace inside her: pussy and ass, inside her brain and stomach and even at the very surface of her flesh. Her flesh, her pussy, her ass. It was all tingling. "Yesssss, I'm come, come, come … inggg."
"Yes," he said, and he gripped his arms tightly around her middle, holding himself inside her, as he emptied his come into the totally new cavity.
"That was so bad, it was goooood," she moaned, breathing hard.
"Yes. It was so bad it was good," he said, repeating her words.
He held her for a long time, leaning over her back, kissing her neck and shoulders and trying to stay inside her, but at last, he slipped away.
"I love you, Judy."
***
BRANDON
Not many totally useless secretaries got a check for four weeks pay and ten hundred dollar bills in the envelope with their pink slip, Brandon thought. He was popping through the Internet, trying to find a direct flight from Philadelphia or New York, but only BWI near Washington had a direct flight to Paris with an open seat in the next few days.
He was on his way there now, but he was not sure Leslie would be glad to see him, so he decided not to call.
When he reached her, he would try to make up for everything he had done or denied her. He would be a good husband like Rick, not the satyr he had been over the period of their marriage.
He would take time with her, he would bring her along slowly, and he would try to teacher her what love and making love was all about. If they were lucky, they might be able to develop a relationship like Rick and Judy.
***
RICK
Judy was something special, Rick thought, as they stood together, facing each other and washing each other in the spray of the shower. It seemed that every moment they had together was a moment of pleasure.
They fought, of course, as so many couples did, but the things they fought about were petty compared to the pleasure their love and companionship, and their fights had brought on even better sex.
He smiled and kissed her gently on the lips, and she responded by taking her soapy hand and gripping it around his cock.
"You are so very special," she said.
"You are too," he said, as he slid his lips away from hers.
"Leslie will be back in the morning," she said.
"Good. We'll have all night together."
"Are you sure I'm enough for you now?"
"More than enough," he said.
"How about the little chambermaid?"
"What little chambermaid?"
"The hotel manager told me about you and her."
"I-" He looked away from her.
"It's okay. You let me fuck Armand," she said, smiling.
"I mean, the maid, she offered it to me on a silver platter."
Even as they spoke, she was beginning to move her hand back and forth over the shaft of his cock. "As a matter of fact, it's more than okay," Judy said.
He looked at her, and he seemed confused.
"The manager suggested that you and I go to her office tonight and discuss it," Judy said.
"Discuss what? I have nothing to discuss with the manager."
"You're so cute when you're embarrassed. Apparently, you made quite an impression on both of them."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Of course you do," Judy said.
She kissed him gently, but she slid her soapy body against his.
"You're ready again? So soon?" he said.
"Not yet," she said. "We've got unfinished business with the hotel."
"Are we in trouble?"
"I hope not."
CHAPTER TWELVE
JUDY
"I don't understand why we're doing this. I feel like I'm some high school kid who's been called to the principal's office in the middle of the night," Rick said, as they stood in the elevator. They were both wearing terry cloth bathrobes, neither of which was sexy.
"I want you to know that no matter what this woman tells me, it's all right," Judy said, as she watched the digital numbers high in the elevator.
"Look, I confess, I did make it with the maid, but I told you that already. You must have pressed the wrong button, this is the basement."
"It's where her office is," Judy said. "So, you made it with the maid. Did you make love to her?"
"No. I fucked her."
Judy looked at him for a moment. Then she stepped off the elevator. Sometimes he made love to her, sometimes he fucked her, and sometimes he did both. Sometimes, when he said he was fucking her, he seemed to her that he loved her the most.
They walked from the elevator to the hotel office and Judy pushed inside. Colette, the manager of the hotel, looked up from some papers that were in front of her. Her long blonde hair was piled on her head and knotted in the back, and through her small, gold frame glasses, she glared at Rick.
"Ah, yes, Monsieur and Madame Haines. Close the door please," she said.
Colette rose from behind her desk, and Judy smiled to herself, because she knew how disconcerted Rick already was about the whole business.
"Sit down, please."
Rick lowered himself to his chair, his eyes never leaving Colette's.
"Just what extra amenities do you think this hotel offers," she said, and she stood over him as if she were an actual high school principal he feared.
"It's, uh, a very nice hotel," Rick said.
Judy covered her smile with her fingers.
"Well, monsieur, do you think the hotel is a brothel?"
"No, of course not."