More Than A MILF Just More! Pt. 9

Showing his growth as a husband and a lover, Harry helped her lie on the bed, bending over to kiss her with more emotion than he knew he had. His gratitude for Summer’s loyalty added to the affection he’d never lost, was apparent to them both as he gave to her in a way he could not have imagined before his reawakening.

Getting in the bed beside her, he took his time with soothing hands over her whole body, especially her battered bottom.

“Oh, Harry! That feels so good!” she whispered as fingertips caressed the scarlet, striped cheeks, renewing the pleasant side of the savory sting that spanking provided.

“Would you like me to rub some cream on them?” he asked.

“Yes, please! That would be nice. Thank you!” she said, smiling and almost crying as she welcomed the obvious changes in Harry.

He returned with the cooling skin cream and tenderly applied it to her stinging cheeks, her moans indicating more than just relief from the pain. Harry’s fingers crept into the deep cleft finding the butt plug still in place.

“Does that hurt?” he asked, assuming it was intended to.

“No. It feels surprisingly good. Why don’t you pull it out?” she offered, turning to see his face with a grimace as he tugged uncertainly on the firmly planted device. “Ooo, yeah! Just keep pulling, Harry. Slowly. It won’t hurt. Oh, oh, oh! Mmm! I like having things in my bottom!” she cooed as the plug came out. “I’d like you to fuck my bottom sometime, Harry. Would you do that for me?”

“I don’t know if I would like it, but I’ll do it if you want me to, Summer! I love you so much!” he said as tears started running down his face.

“Harry! What’s wrong?!” she asked when she heard him sniffle and looked back to see his tears.

“Nothing’s wrong. I’m just so grateful that you gave me a second chance. You could have left or ignored me with Scott when I was so selfcentered, ignoring my precious, beautiful wife like I did, but you didn’t.”

“Oh, Harry! I love you too! You’ve changed so much in the last couple of months, and I’m grateful for that. Let’s not talk anymore about that past, okay?” Harry just nodded. “What brought on this sudden revelation?” she asked, wiping tears from his cheeks.

“Watching you with Scott before. I know it had to hurt … a lot! I could also see that you really liked it, but I’m afraid I could never do those things for you, to you. I couldn’t hurt you like that!”

“I don’t understand. Are you saying you don’t want me to be with Scott anymore? Because if you are, I won’t! I’ll say it again. It’s you I love, Harry! Yes, Scott does things that maybe you can’t do, but I’d give it up in a heartbeat if you want me to!”

“No. I don’t want that. All I want is for you to be happy. Summer, you’ve kind of taken charge of all this, this y stuff, and I like that. I want to do whatever you tell me to, but please don’t tell me to hurt you. If you really want that, need that, then I’m happy to share you with Scott so he can give it to you,” he answered sincerely and added with a chuckle, “And I like watching you with him!”

“You just keep surprising me! How you’ve changed! You know, only bad boys watch other people when they’re having !” she charged with a devious smile.

“I’m sorry! Am I gonna get a spanking?”

She could see in his face that he wanted it, even though it was just last night he’d gotten his first. She would have asked him if he wanted it, but as he wanted her to take charge, she did.

“Yes! Take your pants off and lay face down!”

He acknowledged her instruction, and seconds later, she was smacking his stillpink cheeks playfully at first but building up the intensity with each spank. She didn’t want it to be a long, hard spanking, just something to show her acceptance of his new role in their ual relationship.

“Turn over, Harry!” she said after a few dozen smacks, smiling when she saw his cock standing tall and proud, once on his back.

“I told you I want you to love me, but lying on my bottom is uncomfortable, so …” she said as she moved to straddle his prone body, taking hold of his big cock, and guiding it to her pussy.

A bit sticky from all the antics with Scott, she toyed her pussy with him, nudging her lips apart and running it up and down her slit until wetness returned. They gasped aloud when she sat impaled on him, partly from the physical stimulation but as much from the sheer joy of their joining.

She lay atop him as they moved in perfect rhythm, delighted with the long, slow climb to a peak they reached together, a testament to their newly refreshed love for each other. She rolled to his side with her back against his heated body, and they shared a sweet afternoon nap.

She woke to the feeling of Harry’s growing cock between her cheeks. She turned to see him smiling as he rocked his hips, grinding his cock into her cleft.

“Ready to play again?”

“Yes, Miss!” he said, enjoying his sub position.

“Mmm!” she moaned as she pushed back against him. “We haven’t tried the swing yet?” she offered with raised eyebrows.

They jumped out of bed like two kids on a playground. Summer laid back onto the sling that supported her back, threading her legs around the chains and finding the stirrups for her feet.

“Fuck me good!” she said to him, standing in front, his cock pointed right at her pussy.

As another demonstration of how much he’d changed, he knelt with her pussy inches from his face, and with his hands on her thighs, he leaned in, insinuating his lips between hers, kissing her minor folds. Moving up, he sucked the hood hiding her clit into his mouth, his tongue coaxing it out of hiding. Hearing her evident pleasure reinforced his new opinion about eating her pussy; that giving his wonderful wife something so arousing to her enhanced the taste he’d previously disliked.

“Oh, Harry! Give it to me! Please? Stuff that big cock in my wet pussy!”

Not wanting to give up with his tongue, he stepped up his efforts to her panting approval. She was so close when he quickly stood and plunged his cock inside, provoking an orgasm that had her thighs trembling. It took a few thrusts for him to realize the benefit of the swing. Grabbing her thighs, he pushed her away, then pulled her back in, watching her pussy swallow his cock each time. He stood still while he moved her body fore and aft, as well as twisting slightly when inside.

“Oh fuck! Faster!” she cried as her body quivered helplessly in the chair’s sling while his arms did all the work.

They were both close when his hips got in the act with a lunge for the last inch or two, punching her pussy and propelling her away again. It didn’t take many such thrusts for them both to cum, loudly proclaiming their success.

Wanting to hold her, he helped her untangle herself from the swing and hugged her tightly, whispering declarations of love in her ear.

Almost dinner time, they took a shower together, enjoying the slippery touch of each other’s bodies covered in luxurious lather. They could stop and go home right then, considering the weekend an unbridled success, but both were looking forward to a Summer session with Scott later that evening.

After a leisurely dinner and a quick drink in the lounge, they returned to their room to dress. For Harry, it was mainly undressing, wearing only a pair of tight bikini briefs. Summer had come to like them better than boxers, enjoying the sight of his enlarged package straining at the stretchy fabric to get out, and the electric blue color enhanced that image.

Summer took longer but finally came out of the dressing area with a robe that only revealed the black stockings and strappy stiletto heels, hinting at what was beneath the black silk robe, furthering her domineering appearance.

She walked up to Harry with a sinister smile, placed one hand on his cheek while the other stroked the enormous blue bulge in his briefs, and gave him a short, tongueful kiss.

“You said you wanted me to be ‘in charge,’ I think you called it?” she said, wanting him to reaffirm his subservient position.

“Yes. Yes, I did, Miss,” he replied sheepishly, wondering what she would do to him when she saw her hand go to the pocket of her robe.

“I want you to wear this while I’m with Scott tonight,” she said, holding up the chrome silver plug.

“Oh! Um. Will it hurt?”

“It might. A little going in, but not when it’s in place. Are you challenging what I want?”

“No! No, Miss!”

“Good. Go bend over the side of the bed,” she instructed.

Dutifully obeying, he felt her fingers in the waist of his briefs, tugging them down just below his cheeks. He heard the cap of the lube pop open, followed by the plug pressed between his cheeks just below his clenching anus. The lube was next, dribbling just above and pooling between his cheeks and the plug. He recoiled when he felt her finger push inside, twisting to spread the slick fluid.

“Don’t pull away!” she admonished him.

“Sorry, Miss!” he said and tried to hold still. “Oh! Ohh! Ungh! Ungh!” he grunted as she pushed the bullet in, feeling like something was going to rupture.

“Try to relax, Harry!” she said, fully aware of how hard that was the first time someone tried to shove something up your ass.

He cried aloud as the widest part of the plug felt like it would split him open, gasping in relief when it popped into place. After twisting and tugging it to get it seated comfortably, she pushed on it a few times to demonstrate the ‘full’ feeling.

“There!” she exclaimed and spanked his bare cheeks a few times before pulling his briefs back up, unable to resist another squeeze of his cock. “That will help you share some of Scott’s misery later!”

She left Harry squirming with the initial discomfort of being plugged, confident he’d appreciate its presence later. She knew he’d be touching it and experimenting with sitting, wondering, or perhaps fearing it might be pushed fully inside.

Minutes later, she entered Scott’s room for a passionate hug and kiss.

“Turn the cameras on first,” she said when he tried to remove her robe.

“Wow!” both Scott and Harry exclaimed when the robe fell to the floor, revealing a silver bustier trimmed with black lace accentuating her long dark hair. Taking a few steps away, turning and modeling for her lovers revealed the lack of panties between the bustier and her thighhigh stockings.

“Oh my God, Summer! Come here!” he said, walking toward her.

“Uhuh! The tables are turned tonight, Scott and you’ll take whatever I want to give you! Understand?”

“Oh yes, Miss!” he replied, eager for whatever she had in mind.

“Good! Now get me the long wood paddle!” she instructed as she went to sit on the end of the bed. “Pants off and over my knee!” she said with her legs spread, patting her left thigh when he returned.

Scott groaned at the sight of her spread pussy, dying for a taste. Laying across her left leg only, he felt her other leg come over his, clamping him tightly between her thighs.

Holding nothing back, she spanked with her hand as hard as she could, knowing it was still just a warmup compared to the paddle. Well over a hundred spanks had her hand stinging more than she’d expected, but she was happy with the dark pink color of his ass about to get a bruising paddling.

“Just twentyfive, for now!” she said as she tapped the long paddle across both cheeks.

“Owowow!” he cried out for the first time as five quick swats met the meatiest part of his bottom. Another five, harder and randomly placed though still hitting both cheeks together, drew more cries of pain. Continuing with groups of five, she had to squeeze her thighs around his to control the paininduced squirming.

“Five more for squirming so much!” she said as the hardest five landed. “There! Now, I want you to thank me for spanking you!” she ordered as she released him from her gripping thighs.

She offered only a couple of brief rubs of his stinging buns before she pulled his face into her crotch, demanding his gratitude. Needing no encouragement, his lips and tongue used every trick he knew on his dominant lover. Trying to use his fingers prompted a scolding to use only his mouth and tongue. He smiled as she pulled his face into her slit and ground her pussy into it until she came. After lapping up her freeflowing syrup, he was allowed to sit back, a big, satisfied grin on his face.

“Let’s see how much you like being strapped onto the bench!” she said as she stood over him, still kneeling on the floor. “Come!”

Scott climbed onto the bench, and she recognized that he’d adjusted it to fit his frame, apparently anticipating her desires. She fastened all the velcro straps and walked around him, teasing him with touches here and there, a few hard spanks, and even her pussy shoved in his mouth just long enough for him to groan when she pulled it away.

His torso, a bit longer than hers, left his chin clear of the padded surface in front, and his dick dangling over the edge in back. Running a finger down its length, she concentrated on the sensitive ‘V’ on the underside of his circumcised cock. His breathing quickened further when she squeezed his balls, just on the brink of pain.

He wanted to plead for her to make him cum, but he knew she would be edging him the same as he had her earlier. With his glans in her palm and her thumb stroking the underside, he got so close that he wondered if she’d finish it but was denied just in time, eliciting another groan.

He saw her return to the bed to retrieve the paddle and steeled himself for another onslaught.

Harry squirmed in his seat in awe of his y Summer’s dominant demeanor. He cringed as she announced and delivered the first five of another twentyfive swats. With the space for a full swing, the sound of the wood meeting his tortured bottom told only half the , while the bluish bruises starting to form told the other half. Harry couldn’t imagine taking such a beating, but watching someone else get it had him yanking his underwear down and reaching for the bucket just in time to shoot his first load, admitting to himself that the plug had enhanced his first cumming.

Summer yanked on Scott’s dangling cock between each set of five increasingly harder swats with the brutal paddle. She let up a bit for the last set, seeing how bruised he was, noticing how much his body relaxed when he knew she’d finished, but resumed the tantalizing torture between his legs by rubbing her wet pussy on his twitching cock pointed at the floor.

“Please, Summer!?”

“Oh? Do you want to cum?” she asked as she concentrated her pussy on the tip of his oversensitized shaft. Begging for release, he was taken right to the limit before she stopped and demanded he make her cum again first.

Moving back to his face, she grabbed a shock of his hair and covered his mouth with her soggy slit. Grateful that the paddling was over, he licked and slurped her wet lips, following her every instruction, and she came when he was sucking her clit.

“Mmm! Good boy! Ready for more?” she teased before going to the dresser to retrieve the strapon. “Ready to have your ass fucked?” she asked, holding the device out for his view and getting a vigorous nod in response. “Ohh, too bad! I’m not quite done punishing your ass yet,” she said as her other hand came from behind, revealing the strap he’d used on her.

“I’ll give you a choice similar to the one you gave me. Six with the strap or twenty more with the paddle?”

“The strap,” he replied without hesitation, confident that the fewer strokes, the better, regardless of which implement she used.

Walking to his other end, she got a firm grip on the strap’s handle, raised it high, and slashed it down on the cushion of the chair next to them, chuckling at Scott’s jerking reaction as he heard the strap whistle through the air, anticipating the first stroke.

“Ready?” she asked, tapping the leather against his stinging butt.

“Yes, Miss,” he said softly, tensing his whole body. He couldn’t believe the burn that accompanied the first lash when it fell, prompting regrets about having subjected Summer to it without knowing what it felt like.

Again, Harry drew pleasure from Scott’s misfortune as he watched Summer’s arm pull so far back and deliver a long, arcing lash with the followthrough Scott had said was so important. Unlike the spanking and paddling, the strap was given with the same force each time; Harry recoiling with sympathetic pain as he yanked on his cock to cum once again in the bucket just as the final lash fell, and Summer dropped the strap.

Returning to his head end, she knelt before his pained face, smiled, and kissed him gently. Looking down, she picked up the strapon and tried to figure out how to put it on. She put her leg through one way, but Scott shook his head slightly and nodded when she’d gotten in right. Tightening each strap around her legs and her waist, she pushed her hips out in a mock thrust that had him smiling.

“You still want this?” she asked, acknowledging it was his turn for pleasure.

“Yes, Miss!” he said, smiling.

Finding the bottle of lube, she squirted some on her target, a finger catching most of it and spreading it liberally over his puckered opening. Coating her middle finger, she inserted it as far as she could, provoking both groans at the intrusion and moans of pleasure. She twisted the digit as she finger fucked his now more relaxed opening while caressing his bruised red and blue cheeks with her other hand.

“Oh, Summer! Don’t stop! It feels so good!”

Remembering the fingernail trick he used on her, she switched hands. The act of a different finger sliding into his ass prompted more pleas not to stop but then cries when she spanked one cheek a half dozen times in the same place, followed by her longer nails scraped up and down across the red patch.

“Ohohohoh! Oh my God, that feels amazing!” he cried at the combined sensations caused by two fingers. “Again!?” he pled, straining hard at his bonds when she upped the intensity by spanking harder and longer.

“Tell me when you’re ready for the big gun!” she said while his body tensed and twisted with the delicious torture repeated.

“Right after the next one!” he said, his back arching against the waist strap as her fingers scraped hard enough to leave marks.

Using both hands, she coated the dildo with lube and squirted some inside as well. Placing the tip at the opening, she asked again if he was ready, getting an affirmative nod.

“This thing is about your size, so now you’re going to know how I feel when you fuck my ass!” she said as she pushed slowly in, his muscles eventually yielding to the hard rubber cock.

“Oh fuck!” he panted at the broader, deeper intrusion. “Ohhhh my God!”

Moving an inch or so in and out, she could feel some unnecessary friction, so pulling out to the point of just the tip still inside, she squirted more lube on the shaft and spread it around with her fingers. Shoving it back in with one quicker thrust had him gasping yet again. She questioned the pained look on his face, but he assured her he was okay.

“Fuck me, Summer!” and “Oh God!” were repeated as she started a slow rhythm. Seeing him straining at his bonds to move with her, she reached for the waist strap and ripped the Velcro free, his hips rising and pushing back against the intruder in his ass. After a few slow strokes, she still felt his movements were unnecessarily limited, so she pulled out.

“No! Don’t stop!” he begged.

“It’s okay! I’ve got a better idea,” she said as she pulled the straps on his legs open, followed by those on his arms. “Come. Kneel on the bed,” she instructed as she helped him unsteadily off the bench and stumble towards the bed. “Right on the edge!” she said after he kissed her deeply.

Harry watched incredulously as he squirmed in his seat, feeling the presence of the plug even more while Scott’s ass was reamed with the dildo. He now understood what Summer meant when she suggested he’d share Scott’s misery. He’d come to enjoy the feeling of the plug but couldn’t imagine having something that big shoved up his ass.

Still, he enjoyed Summer’s dominant attitude, even now when she was being ‘nice’ to Scott, and winced when she impaled him again, this time on the bed. Involuntarily, he clenched as though trying to expel the plug as she quickened the pace of Scott’s buggering.

Scott, too, couldn’t believe the feeling of having his ass fucked. Another combination of pain and pleasure added up to an extraordinary sensation that would now become a regular part of their repertoire. Still, his arousal wasn’t growing, and the climax he craved seemed as distant as ever until she reached around and grabbed his swinging cock.

“Oh yeah!” he cried repeatedly as she stroked his neglected shaft.

With the reach for his cock, she could only stroke his ass a few inches in and out, but apparently, that was enough as she felt his cock swell and body stiffen just before it pulsed with his expelling seed.

She pulled out, allowing him to roll to his side, panting for breath as he recovered from his ordeal. Seeing her opening one of the straps, he asked her not to.

“You want more?!” she asked with surprise.

He nodded with a pained smile, rolled onto his back, and lifted his legs, wanting it on his back this time.

“You’d better save some of this for me!” she said as she knelt to take him in her mouth to lick him back to full size.

It didn’t take long, and after another coating of lube, she was back inside with his legs in the air, but the alignment didn’t feel right, and the look of pain on his face told her to stop. She pulled out, and he immediately got back on all fours, impaled again on her rubber dick within seconds.

Long, smooth strokes at an increasing pace lasted for a minute or two, but wanting to add something different, she wondered if the fingernail trick would heighten his pleasure. He looked back and smiled when she spanked him again, creating a sensitive red patch for her nails to scrape, his back arching and groaning in pleasure/pain.

She repeated the process twice more, rendering him unable to speak, getting only various guttural sounds from him. Reaching around with both hands this time, she found it easier to maintain a longer stroke with the dildo while jerking him off with two hands.

“Ohhhh fuck, Summer!” he cried out with his body tensed, trying to hold on as long as he could, and when he finally did go off, it was with enough trajectory for some to land on his face.

“Oh my God! That was unreal!” he panted.

Summer laughed when he rolled onto his back again, revealing a string of cum on half of his nose and down his cheek. She wiped it off his face and licked her finger to his amusement.

With the final frenetic jerks, Harry shot his load into the bucket again, a product of the image of Scott’s ordeal and him pushing and tugging the plug, leaving him secondguessing his earlier opinion of whether he’d want to have his ass properly fucked. By itself, the plug didn’t further his pleasure, but it certainly intensified other stimulations.

She removed the straps from her waist and thighs without any objection from Scott this time while he lay on his back, still recovering.

“My God, you’re beautiful!” he exclaimed as she stood before him, still dressed as she’d arrived with the silver bustier and black stockings. Somewhere along the way, she’d kicked off the anklebreaking heels.

Sitting on the bed, he reached for her, and she sat on his lap, accepting a grateful kiss. Turning the half cups of her bustier inside out, he liberated her tits and bent to suck, lick and nibble her erect nipples while his hand slipped down between her legs, his middle finger pressed hard into her slit.

“Mmm, that feels good!” she said as his finger slid easily into her pussy on each downward stroke of his hand. “Eat me, Scott!” she demanded as she stood and pulled his face into her crotch.

Sliding off the bed onto his knees, his stinging bottom got some measure of relief as he buried his face between her thighs, grabbing her ass and pulling her into his mouth. She enjoyed the slurping sounds his sucking and licking created as she ground her pussy against his face. Stepping forward, she forced his head back, sitting on his upturned face and rocking her hips to smear his face with her juice.

“Oh, that’s it! Eat me! Make me cum in your face!” she cried as the rapture built and erupted with her nectar flowing over his nose and mouth.

She appreciated his steadying grip on her ass, her knees weakened with her climax, but with her breathing normalized, she stepped back and sat on the bed with her legs spread wide in invitation.

“Wanna eat me again, or fuck me?” she offered as a choice.

“I want to fuck you, eat you, and fuck you again!” he said with renewed vigor.

“Ooo! Come on! Do it!”

“Stand up and bend over, okay?” he requested.

Bending over with her hands on the bed, she waved her ass and shiny wet pussy at him, begging for penetration. Stepping forward, he took aim and rammed his stiff shaft straight in, pulled out, and punched it back in again.

“That’s it! Fuck me hard! Fuck me! Fuck me!” she repeated in time with his thrusts.

Pulling her hips towards him with each lunge, it was more forceful each time. Feeling the pressure building inside, he sacrificed power for speed as his shaft pumped her clutching sheath until he came with a loud exhaling gasp.

Pulling her up with her back against him, he entertained himself with her sumptuous tits, hefting their weight as his breathing and ability to speak slowly returned. She turned to face him and, with her arms around his neck, engaged him with a tonguetangling kiss with her chest squashed against his and his hands on her ass.

“Time to eat me again?” she asked and giggled when he pushed her down onto the bed, his face buried in her crotch seconds after she landed on the mattress.

Having not made her cum with his cock this time, he tried to make up for it with his tongue on her clit and fingers in both holes. Her residual arousal sparked to life as she encouraged him to ‘Eat my cunt!’ ‘Finger my pussy!’ and ‘Make me cum all over your face!’ While he needed no encouragement, he always liked hearing her dirty talk.

Lifting her hips and rocking in rhythm to his ministrations, she was soaring to another orgasm, feeling the euphoria radiating out from her pussy where his treble stimulations were continually amping up the pressure. Various gasping exclamations accompanied her implosions as she squeezed her tits harder than he ever had, setting her off.

Not allowing any time for recovery, he grabbed her legs behind her knees and pushed her legs back till they pressed against her chest. Ignoring her pleas for time, he held her legs up with one arm while the other guided his morethanready cock into her sloppy wet pussy and, holding her legs up by her ankles, fucked her at a pace usually reserved for a climax.

“Oh! Oh, fuck, Scott!” she cried along with other unintelligible sounds as his cock ratcheted her back to another orgasm that hit as the former had barely subsided.

He let go of her legs to let them rest on his shoulders as he sprinted toward a finish line he could feel approaching. The incredible pressure built, enhanced by her hands on his chest and his ass as he pumped her pussy at the same dizzying pace.

He was about out of gas when she spanked him a few times as hard as she could manage, provoking the waves of extraordinary bliss crashing over them both.

Harry sat back, aghast at the stunning crescendo they’d reached as Scott lay atop her, supported by his elbows, managing a fleeting kiss or caress between gasping breaths. He assumed correctly that they were done but wondered whether he was as well, having jerked himself to cumming an unprecedented five times. He welcomed their first break in the action, which allowed him to rest as well. Each time he came, he figured it would be a while before they’d rekindle his interest, but it turned out to be one long jerk fest for him, and he was almost glad it was over.

Unable nor wanting to move, they lay together where they’d fallen to the bed, both sets of legs dangling over the edge of the bed. They didn’t even try to speak until it was possible to do so easily.

“Oh my God, Scott! You outdid yourself!”

“Me?! That was all you!” he replied, passing the compliment on to her.

“And we have another whole day!” she reminded him.

“Yeah, but I suspect we’ll both want something a little less extreme tomorrow,” he said with questioning eyes.

“You’re probably right! I’d better get going. I’m really curious how Harry took all this!” she said as she stood and retrieved her robe from the floor where it landed when she’d arrived.

Scott turned the cameras off, and Summer shared a little of the conversation she’d had with Harry, wondering what Scott’s reaction would be to Harry’s strong desire to keep things as they were while proclaiming his undying love for her.

“Summer, I told you, that first time, I believe, that I’m not interested in longterm commitments, so I’m perfectly happy keeping the status quo between us three. I will promise you that as long as you’ll have me, I’ll be more than happy to continue giving you all you want, or at least all I can. I’m not quite as altruistic as Harry as I’m doing this for my pleasure as well, but I love giving you pleasure and hope I’ll be doing so for a long time.”

Happy with that response, she kissed him lovingly, telling him she loved him in a way, but Harry was her first and only true love. Scott accepted that as it had always been and professed similar love for her as well.

Another kiss at the door, and she left with feelings similar to those on prior trips back to her room, uncertain about Harry’s reaction. Still, she didn’t hesitate at the door this time, knowing that whatever his response was, she could handle it.

“Oh my God, Summer! You must be exhausted!” Harry said, running to the open door just to hold her.

“You have no idea,” she replied, resting her head on his shoulders, feeling a wonderful contentment in his arms.

He brushed some stray hairs from her face and kissed her in a gentle and loving way that said it was alright if she was too tired to engage with him. He was drained in his own way and would almost welcome a pause in the festivities, but he wouldn’t deny her whatever she wanted even so.

“It feels so good just having you hold me. Why don’t we shower together and let things happen or not, and go to bed?” she offered, staring into his loving eyes.

His response was to lead her to the dressing area, gently remove her clothes while the shower warmed up, dropping his underwear on the way in. They couldn’t have shared each other more lovingly, their climaxes simply an affirmation of their devotion.

They slept in each other’s arms, waking quite late, and started another day that, as Scott had predicted, was relatively conventional, not extreme in any way, but still satisfying for all concerned. It was a signoff on a weekend that was so much more than anyone had imagined, even with their high expectations for such an unusual hotel.

 

Epilogue

The extraordinary weekend provided a stronger foundation on which their unusual relationship flourished. Their good fortune in finding each other and creating such an exciting friendship was always in their minds, whether together or apart.

Harry approached Summer with the idea of creating a playroom similar to what they’d had at the Different Dreams hotel, suggesting a locked room in their basement. As long as their kids were young, they wouldn’t have to worry about discovery.

Summer thought it was a great idea and began shopping immediately for all the furnishings, clothing, and toys they’d need. When she told Scott about it, he suggested doing it in his basement, where the risk of exposure was nil. It was another great idea that interestingly brought Scott and Harry together for the first time to plan and build it. They’d both accepted their roles in Summer’s life, had seen each other before, and saw no reason why they couldn’t meet, though it wouldn’t be a regular occurrence.

They worked on the room together and separately and as it came together, Harry had another idea that he raised with Summer first. Why not outfit the room with internetbased cameras? Scott loved the idea and let Harry’s more technical ability handle it. The screens for viewing would be in a similar room that they’d build in their basement, realizing they’d need someplace special for their intense lovemaking as well.

A few weeks later, they christened both rooms with an outstanding reenactment of the days in the hotel, and it became almost a weekly event, starting well after the children slept and continuing into the early morning.

Following that first day, they were all amazed at what they’d accomplished, not just the room but the relationships as well.

Scott recalled that first day sitting on a bench in the park when he’d seen Summer chasing her son around the playground and had the good luck of having her join him on the bench. Who could have imagined such an auspicious start to their relationship beginning with such an innocuous introduction?

Harry tried to forget his unenlightened days before but occasionally chided himself on how foolish he’d been and never forgot how grateful he was that his beautiful Summer hadn’t given up on him. He’d become a different person in many ways without losing those attributes she had always liked, and he continued to devote himself to her pleasure.

Summer was probably the most incredulous of all, having gone from a ual wasteland to having her every sensual wish fulfilled by not one but two different men who gratefully accepted their partial roles in her life. She wanted for nothing but never took it for granted, always giving as much as she got, proving time and again that she was More Than a MILF!

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