🌴 Tropical Permission 📖 Chapter Sixteen: The Revision
A shower fantasy ends with Diane telling James exactly how she wants it.
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The water was hot enough to steam the glass in slow waves, turning the villa’s bathroom into a balmy fog. Diane stood beneath the showerhead, eyes closed, letting the oils rinse away as she momentarily dissolved into herself. Her flesh still hummed from Marco’s measured touch, James’ deliberate provocations, the impossible pleasure of their hands working her body in tandem.
She soaped her breasts slowly, cupping them, as if her hands were not her own, like she was being gently handled. Her mind was already replaying the session, but not as it had happened.
Marco’s voice was lower in her mind’s eye, his hands bolder. He was standing in front of her, his cock in her mouth, thick and turgid, while James was behind her, buried deep, gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks.
She imagined the fullness of Marco in her mouth, the slick taste of him on her tongue, the rythm of him hitting the back of her throat in time with James thrusting into her from behind, both of them using her, owning her, every stroke and pull making her wetter, hungrier.
Her fingers slid between her thighs with purpose. She braced one hand against the tile as her hips began to move with her touch. The water pounded against her shoulders, her breath coming faster.
The fantasy sharpened: James watching Marco’s cock disappear between her lips, James seeing her swallow him, savoring the sight as she looked up at Marco with tear-streaked cheeks and begged for more. Marco groaning, tangling his fingers in her hair, holding her still as James drove into her from behind, telling her she was theirs.
The orgasm hit quickly, suddenly, stealing her breath. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, shuddering under the spray as the pleasure coursed through her.
She stayed there until her pulse steadied, the heat of the water becoming almost unbearable.
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Diane stepped out of the shower, toweling her hair but not her body. Droplets traced lazy lines over her breasts, down her stomach, along her thighs. She walked into the bedroom naked, skin still flushed, water beading on her nipples.
James was waiting on the bed, propped against the headboard. Still in his swim shorts, the outline of his erection was obvious, one hand absently stroking himself over the fabric. His eyes locked on her the moment she appeared.
“Why are you still dressed?” she asked, voice low, teasing.
He smirked faintly. “Waiting for you.”
She moved closer, letting the towel slip from her hair, dark strands tumbling over her shoulders. “Take them off.”
He obeyed without hesitation, pushing the shorts down and tossing them aside. His cock sprang free, flushed, heavy, leaking anticipation.
She stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at him. “You want to know what I did in the shower?”
“Tell me.”
“I made myself come,” she said, climbing onto the bed. “Thinking about you. Thinking about Marco. Thinking about both of you at the same time.”
James swallowed hard and said nothing, sensing his wife had more to say.
“I thought about something else, too. That dream — the nightmare — it’s been on my mind.”
Diane took a deep breath in, like she had a piece of difficult news she was about to deliver. He gave a nod, letting her continue.
“I don’t just want you to watch, James,” she went on, crawling closer until she was straddling his thighs.
“If we’re going to do this… I want you to be part of it. I want you inside me while someone else’s cock is in my mouth. I want you both to fuck me.”
His jaw tightened, his gaze almost feral.
“I’ve been thinking the same thing. Seeing him touching you—his hands all over your naked body—was an incredible turn on. But I was getting fidgety just watching.”
“I think I may have contributed to that with some of my—ahem—vocalizations,” Diane teased.
James let out a loud laugh of agreement. “It definitely didn’t help!”
“But then when I was massaging you with him… I’ve never been so turned on in my life.”
He reached for her, his palm warm against her cheek.
“You deserve to be worshipped by two men.”
She smiled slowly, then slid down his body, wrapping her hand around his cock.
“I’ve felt worshipped for the last hour… now it’s your turn.”
She engulfed him in her mouth in one movement, no teasing. She took him deep, gagging slightly as he hit the back of her throat. James groaned, his hips jerking upward.
She pulled back, licking from base to tip before taking him into her mouth again. Her saliva coated him, dripping down his shaft. She cupped his balls, rolling them gently before sucking one into her mouth, then the other, her hand still working him.
“Jesus, Diane…” His voice was hoarse, his head falling back against the headboard.
“You’ve never—”
She pulled off just enough to say, “I know.”
Then she went deeper, bobbing her head faster, one hand twisting at the base while the other stroked his balls. Sloppy. Wet. Unapologetic.
He was right. She’d never given him oral like this before, drooling and slobbering and gagging like a veteran porn star. Diane didn’t know if she’d ever sucked with this sort of hungry abandon — she just knew this what she wanted, needed, in this moment. She needed James in her mouth, and she needed him to feel the insatiability she was experiencing.
His breathing was ragged, his thighs trembling under her.
“I’m close…”
She pulled back just enough to look up at him, her lips glistening.
“Come on my face,” she said, voice confident but not demanding, pleading.
“Please. I want it. Cover my face, baby.”
Locking eyes with James, “I need it.”
Those words broke James. He groaned loudly as his release, hot and sudden, streaked across her cheek, her lips, her jaw. She kept her eyes on his the whole time, mouth agape, tongue flicking out to taste him.
James stared down at her, chest heaving, as if seeing her for the first time. Then he reached for her, pulling her up into a kiss before the last drop had cooled, tasting himself on her mouth, devouring her like the fantasy she’d just described — the fantasy they now shared.
They held each other, saying nothing, James still catching his breath as Diane’s face dripped with sweat and come.
“I think I’m going to need another shower,” she joked.
“Mmm… you’re going to have to stay dirty for a bit. You’re not going anywhere right now.”
And he embraced her more tightly as they laid wrapped in silence, feeling the breeze come through the door they had opened together.
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OMG...Lydia, it was 1:00 AM, and I couldn't stop reading this chapter! Diane's fantasy about the massage in the shower was incredible. This time she included her husband James f'ing her at the same time as Marco. The way Diane seduced her husband was so feral! I can't wait for the rest of the chapters.