Our romance continues.
In 2 parts, mandroid55. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.
We knew each other five weeks. We were in the honeymoon part of our relationship. Things were going great. It was wonderful. But we had to get to know each other better before the relationship moved to the next level.
We had our hour long Wednesday telephone call.
Plans for Friday and Saturday were dinner and a movie.
Marti was wearing a multi orange color spaghetti strap sun dress with matching shoes. She was showing more cleavage than usual. I was wearing a white and blue Hawaiian shirt with tan shorts and topsiders.
However, during dinner plans changed.
Between the salad and entree Marti said in a low voice "I'm dying to test your sexual creativity. I've been thinking about it all week. Let's miss the movie and go to your place for an evening of great sex."
"I'm game. What do you want to try?"
"I've been thinking a lot about it wearing a sleep mask for sensory deprivation. It's a big turn on. The way your tongue attacked my bod with whipped cream, maraschino cherries will the same or better. Regarding ice, I tried it on my boobs and clit. I love the way goose bumps grew on my boobs. My boobs got super sensitive. I know it will be great."
Her conversation was livelier than normal. More smiling and laughing. Arm touching too.
That song kept playing in the back of my head. "Then I spoiled it all by saying somethin' stupid like I love you."
We hurried through dinner and drove to my place.
Marti sprinted out of my car and stopped in front of the living room couch.
"I need kissing before we start the evening frolicking."
I obliged by kissing her firmly on the lips.
Breaking off the kiss I said "I will get the cherries and ice. Go to the bedroom and get prepared for a night to remember."
Marti did not go to the bedroom to disrobe. Before I got to the refrigerator I heard clothes ruffling. I turned around. Her dress was off and she was simultaneously pulling on her bikini underwear ties. She was naked in record time.
"Hurry off to the bedroom before I attack you in the living room."
"Don't take long!" Marti begged.
I placed the ice cubes in a coffee cup and the cherries I cut up earlier in a coffee cup saucer. The sleep mask was on my nightstand.
Entering the bedroom Marti was striking various sexy poses at the foot of the bed.
I placed the coffee cup and saucer on the nightstand.
Grabbing the sleep mask I slid if over her eyes and spun her around twice.
"Oh." She cooed.
"You ok?" I asked.
"Yes. Spinning me around was a surprise, but it's making me hornier."
I grabbed Marti's right hand and led her to right side of the bed, leading her to sit down.
"I'm going to help you scoot to middle of the bed near the headboard."
I did so. Then I stripped.
"Now spread your arms and legs a bit and relax."
An hour or two later..
"That was great!" Squealed Marti. "Give me a hug." I obliged. We hugged.
"I'm drained you devil! You're so creative with sex! I could lie her all night recovering."
"We have ice yet for tonight".
"I forgot. Since you drained me take it easy with the ice."
"Will do."
Marti slid the sleep mask into place.
I dropped an ice cube on each boob. Instantaneously goose bumps covered her boobs. She gripped the sheets as tight as she could. Circling her boobs with the ice got her super tense. Marti moaned. She was so played out her resistance was minimum. It did not take her long to say "Stop!" Marti was totally wiped out.
I pulled away from her. We laid to next to each other not saying a thing, holding hands. Marti was exhausted.
Marti broke the silence. "You've wiped me out. Rather than go out tomorrow night let's eat at my place. It's time you met my other kids. I'll make stir fry chicken. We can have a relaxing evening staying in. What do you say?"
"Sounds great to me. What's the attire for tomorrow evening?"
Smart casual, like tonight. Please wear a Hawaiian shirt. I love those. They remind me of my parents' place on Maui."
"What time?"
"Six o'clock for cocktails."
Kids’ Approval Quest
I was finally going to meet the rest of her kids. Their names were Abby and Brad, born in that order. Both were married. Abby had a two year old girl with one on the way. Brad had one year old twin boys. With the youngsters it would be an early evening.
Saturday crept by with anticipation.
I arrived at Marti's home at 5:45. She was the only one there. Chloe was at the lake for the weekend.
While Marti tended to dinner, I made myself a faux screwdriver. One half tonic water, one half orange juice. My go to beverage went I did not want alcohol.
The doorbell rang. I ran to get it. I opened the door.
"Hi, I'm the new butler. Come on in."
Pregnant Abby and her husband carrying the two year old stood there with their mouths open.
I started to laugh. They started to laugh.
"Oh Mike." Sighed Marti.
Once everyone was settled in the kitchen the doorbell rang again. I sprinted to the front door.
"Hi, your mother just emigrated to Iran. How about Italian?"
Brad and his wife, each lugging a twin, simultaneously said "What?"
I laughed. They laughed. Marti entered the foyer and said, "That's Mike".
We all gathered in the kitchen for cocktails.
The conversation was light and cheery. Abby's husband Steve was a family practice physician. Abby stayed at home raising their daughter but kept her nursing skills sharp working one shift a week at a local hospital.
Brad was working his way up in the family conglomerate. He received his MBA from a top 10 business school. His wife Jane stayed at home with boys.
Dinner was a get to know each other affair. Like Chloe and her folks Marti's other children and their spouses came across as regular people.
The three youngsters and I hit it off. I like children. I like making goofy faces at children. They like my goofy faces.
Around 7:30 the youngsters started to tire. Shortly thereafter everyone headed out but me and Marti.
We chatted about how the evening had gone and Marti provided more details regarding her children and their spouses while cleaning up the kitchen.
After finishing in the kitchen I made myself an old fashioned with four muddied cherries. Marti poured herself a Merlot.
We sat down couch in the living room. I turned on a ball game for background noise. We both took a long drink from our beverages.
"They like you." Said Marti.
"I like them too."
"I mean they really like you."
Marti put her Merlot on the coffee table. She leaned over and gave me a soft kiss. I put my old fashioned on an end table.
We hugged. She pulled back and we kissed again along with a hug.
She pulled back again. There was a pregnant pause. We kissed and hugged.
Marti pulled back once more.
"I love you."
"I love you too." I replied.
We embraced. I do not remember how long we embraced. It must have been a couple of minutes. So pleasant.
"Marti, our romance has been incredible. We love each other, but we do not know each other. Let's take this gradually and grow together as a couple."
"I agree."
She gave me a big hug.
"Speaking of growing together, Chloe and I are going on a weeklong Mediterranean cruise before she returns to grad school. Join us on the cruise. It will be a great way to spend time together."
"Sounds great. What's the cruise line and where do we go?"
"The cruise is with Regent Seven Seas. The cruise starts at Rome's port and ends at Barcelona. Everything is inclusive including flying business class. I will get us adjoining cabins. I'll take care of the details."
"One thing, we must stay in separate cabins. You have three kids and I have four. We have to set standards for the kids and our reputations, especially yours in the community."
"I could not agree more."
"Regarding vacations, I think it is fair for you to pay for one and I pay for the next. Regent Seven Seas is rich for my blood. Royal Caribbean is my style."
"That works for me."
"Since we have been dating the Frank and Nancy Sinatra song with the line 'I ruin it all by saying somethin' stupid like I love you' has been in my head for weeks."
"Ah, that's so sweet."
The next day we made arrangements for my kids and their spouses to meet Marti. The meeting would be Saturday evening. The daughter and son-in-law from Denver would use frequent flyer miles to fly in at such a late date avoiding high air fares.
Friday after dinner with Marti's friends we went to my place. Marti disappeared into my walk in closed. She emerged wearing a crotchless O-ring bikini bottom.
This was the first Friday where she returned to my bedroom wearing an incredibly sexy outfit. That outfit made the sex better. Going forward every Friday and Saturday she put on a different sexy outfit.
Marti's sexy clothes ran the gamut. Small triangle bikini tops, tear drop bikini tops, tie string bikini tops and bottoms, crotchless teddies, bandeau tops, strapless dresses, camisoles, off the shoulder tops, plunging neckline dresses, tube tops. The outfits were incredibly stimulating.
The next day everybody met at my house at 6:00 PM. There would be my 4 children, the 3 spouses and 3 grandchildren. I brought in BBQ to be served on the kitchen island buffet style.
The evening went great. Marti worked the room like a politician. She spent enough time with each of them that they felt comfortable with her. My youngest is the nervous type, but Marti won her over too.
With all my kids in town the family hung out with me Saturday night and Sunday afternoon. Marti's name came up. The reviews were positive.
I called Marti Sunday evening to tell her what my kids said about her. She was delighted.
During our Wednesday night telephone call Marti brought up Friday night.
"After dinner I want to try bondage. Thinking about it makes me so incredibly horny."
"Bondage is built upon trust. You have to trust me completely."
"I do."
"I will never do anything to hurt you or try anything dangerous."
"There is no doubt in my mind you will be careful."
"Just to be safe say the word 'Red' if you want me to stop. If you cannot talk and want me to stop start humming 'The Happy Birthday Song'. You have to be safe with bondage."
"Got it. I'm dying to try it."
"I will use restraints that go under the bed with cuffs or soft cotton rope, a sleep mask and neckties for a gag. If you don't like the cuffs or rope I will use neckties.
"Just as long as the rope is not itchy."
"Deal. Cotton rope is the softest rope there is. But I will start with cuff restraints, no chances of rope marks."
"Any special clothes you want me to change into?"
"Well yes. The crotchless O-ring bikini bottoms. Seeing you topless and wearing the O-ring bikini bottoms is the sexiest outfit I have ever seen."
"Consider it done."
Friday evening we dined at our favorite Italian restaurant. Marti ate dinner faster than usual. Twice she said "I'm looking forward to tonight" with a gleam in her eyes.
She drank two glasses of Merlot. I had iced tea.
When we got to my place Marti stopped in the living room.
She said "Make this evening memorable" with a big smile on her face.
Marti headed to the master bedroom walk in closet with her purse.
I bought the restraints with cuffs and a ball gag at a Cirilla's. The cotton rope came from a local hardware store. I bought 100 ft. and cut 4 10' lengths. Earlier that day I slid the restraints with cuffs under my bed. The restraints with cuffs set were lengthened enough for Marti's size. I placed the sleep mask, neckties and a ball gag on the end table on my side of the bed.
At that moment Marti entered the bedroom dressed in her O-ring bikini bottom and a smile. She looked incredibly sexy with that O-ring and perfect all over tan.
"You look incredible."
"Thank you." She giggled and smiled a shy smile.
Grabbing the sleep mask, I approached her. We kissed softly to begin. During the kiss I slid the sleep mask on her head. Breaking off the kiss I spun her around twice. Marti hugged me. The left side of her head rested on my heart. She could feel it pounding. "I love you." she whispered.
My palms pushed against her clavicles. Her tush landed on the bed. I maneuvered her body to the middle of the bed.
"Stretch your arms and legs out forming an X."
She did so.
I cuffed her hands.
"How does that feel?"
"Good". I gave her a couple of inches give.
I stripped.
Crawling on the bed to her right I gave her a deep kiss.
I pulled away. My right hand fingernails grazed her right boob. Marti
twisted her body a bit.
Leaning on my left side my right hand fingertips and fingernails toured all over her body from boobs to slit. She twisted her body more.
I kissed her while my right hand caressed her left boob. Leaving her boob my right hand finger nails dragged to her clit. My index finger barely rubbed the clit. Her legs were moving more. It was time to cuff them.
Sitting up, my fingers rubbed her nipples and headed down all the way to her inner thighs and ankles. I took the cuffs and attached them to her ankles. I gave her ankles as much give as her hands.
"How do things feel?"
"Secure and sexy."
My fingernails began moving up her legs. My tongue followed on her right leg. Marti wiggled.
I hopped off the bed and headed to the kitchen for two ice cubes.
Upon my return to the bedroom Marti was craning her neck as if she was trying to see me looking through the eye mask.
I held an ice cube a foot above each boob, waiting for an ice cold water drop to hit each boob. The water drops hit her boobs simultaneously.
She mumphed loudly but kept the ball gag in her mouth. I lowered the ice cubes to her boobs. Marti twisted her body with all her might.
After rubbing the shrinking ice cubes around her areola's for two seconds she spit out the ball gag.
"My boobs are freezing. Please oh please suck on them!"
I did so.
After a few seconds on each Marti said "Ah, that's much better. You've played me out.
I rolled to her right seconds after she finished cumming.
Marti's body untensed. She laid there panting.
"That was so great. It was beyond my dreams." She continued to lay on the bed without moving.
After she caught her breath she said "I'm ready to be uncuffed."
I obliged.
Once I untied her she said "Come here. Let's hug. I was hesitant at first about bondage. But the more I read about it and your reassuring words got me excited to try it. I want to do it again!"
"Whenever you want." I replied.
"If I come out of the closet naked, I'm ready for bondage."
"I'll have no trouble remembering that."
Marti exited my closet naked every couple of months.
We laid next to each other chatting about many things.
Then I asked, "With your family's wealth I am amazed at how down to earth and normal you are with other people."
"Thank you. My grandfather taught us that it takes a lot of people working hard to build an organization. We heard that story often enough that watching what we say about money, etc. is second nature. It's a big part of the family success."
"Kudos to your grandfather and all that followed."
Saturday evening we attended another fundraiser. Afterwards we went to my house.
Marti was ready for sex, but my cock was not so we used her and my toys.
We settled into a routine. Friday night we had more bedroom fun. Saturday night I used the toys on her. Sunday was athletic day. We attend a major league ballgame or NFL game seated in the family foundation box or played golf. We even drove two hours twice to see my alma mater play football on Saturdays.
We used toys less frequently on Saturday night. But we spent time with each other. We were getting to know each other well. And we were falling deeper in love.
We dined with other couples. Mostly Marti's friends. With my wife's passing it did not work going out with many friends on my side of the relationship.
In mid-August we went on the Mediterranean cruise. Regent Seven Seas was the way to cruise if you want to shell out the dough. Everything was inclusive including flying business class.
All excursions were included. Twice Chloe went on all day excursions. We opted for shorter ones. Knowing Chloe's schedule made our make-out schedule a snap. When Chloe was gone Marti walked around topless in the staterooms. She also like sunbathing nude on the balconies. That made the day more exciting.
With Thanksgiving approaching we determined it was time for our kids to meet. Our solution was we went to our usual family events. In the evening our kids came over to my house for dessert. It worked well. Everyone got along.
We used the same plan for Christmas It worked for everyone.
Our relationship continued to develop. We had disagreements. Once we had a big argument. It was about hunting. Marti was anti-hunting. She was furious about the topic. I am not a hunter, but I have been around hunting my entire life. Relatives and friends were hunters. Once I went on a company pheasant hunt.
My take was if you hunted something and used it for food there's no problem. Being a city girl through and through she could not see any reason for hunting.
I told her we were on the same side regarding hunting and wasting the kill. She saw my reasoning that eating what you hunt made sense. Then she came around to without hunting game herds would have to be culled. So, there might as well be sport hunting.
In March we took a Royal Caribbean cruise. We went to the Eastern Caribbean, including Labadee, Haiti. I always wanted to visit Labadee to drop a bunch of cash in the Haitian economy. Lord knows they need it. Marti's daughter Abby went with us. It was Abby's chance to get away from her newborn. Brad's wife Jane took care of the kids for the experience of taking care of multiple youngsters.
Marti and Abby got a room with a balcony. I had a room across the hall.
Like the Mediterranean cruise, Abby went on a couple of long excursions while we took short ones. When Abby was gone we had great make-out sessions, accentuated by Marti roaming around her stateroom topless and sunbathing naked.
As the first anniversary of our meeting at the Tiara Ball approached I got thinking about proposing. I dated a girl seriously in college. The first year was great. But she always had to have her way. I told myself that would change once we married. I proposed. However, after dating one year her personality did a 180. She became a bitch. The relationship ended badly. I was in no hurry to propose to Marti. I was the same way with my late wife.
The Tiara Ball invitations came out in early April. Marti immediately sent in the RSVP. She was excited to attend the event with me. Marti immediately started talking about her dress. She settled on a silvery blue slightly off shoulder with a bit of a plunging neckline ball gown.
Her morale soared as the Tiara Ball approached. She was hornier too.
The big day arrived. Marti insisted we drive to the ball in her Escalade. The Escalade was easier for her to enter and exit with her gown. Every pore of her body oozed enthusiasm.
The entire drive to the Tiara Ball she was all smiles. Her faced glowed. I causally noticed at the check in desk that her ex's name was nowhere to be found. Marti was so excited to see her friends. She was as excited a debutant. She introduced me to any friends I had not met. Her right hand an iron grip on my left hand.
We stayed at the Tiara Ball to the end.
After the Tiara we headed directly to Marti's house. She raced inside. I followed.
I caught up with her in her bedroom.
"I love you so much too."
I slid off the bed onto bent knee.
"Marti, will you marry me?"
I caught her off guard. She gave me a startled look for half a second.
"Yes, yes, I will marry you!"
I stood up. Marti stood up and gave me a bear hug.
We fell together onto the bed laughing.
I planted a huge kiss on her lips. We locked lips for several seconds.
The next day we went to a jewelry store. We settled on a 5-carat oval diamond solitaire.
Our next move was to tell our families about our engagement. Everyone took the engagement well. No one was surprised.
Following that we met each other's kids separately.
Marti's theme was I am not replacing your mother. That worked for my kids.
My theme with Marti's kids was I am not after her money. A pre-nuptial agreement will be signed separating Marti's assets from mine. That worked for her kids.
We married in small ceremony at the metropolitan area's Episcopal church to be seen at. My kids, grandkids, mother, cousin Elaine, her parents, kids and grandkids attended.
Marti's parents paid for our honeymoon. We went to St. Barts. Her folks rented a private jet. Five hours later we landed at St. Maarten. Jets cannot land on St. Barts so Marti's folks rented a Cessna 208 to get us there.
At St. Barts we did everything, shopping, snorkeling, massages at a spa, hiking, cocktail classes. We visited several beaches. At our boutique hotel we had our own plunge pool and privacy fence. Marti wandered around naked, tanned in the buff, went to topless beaches. Of course, that made the sex better.
The weekend following our return from our honeymoon her folks put on a delayed wedding reception at the city's top country club for family and friends. Over 500 people attended.
After the wedding reception we went to our home, Marti's place. We entered the house, went to the master bedroom and collapsed on the bed. It had been a full day.
And we lived happily ever after.
By mandroid55 for Literotica.