The next morning, I woke up with a ringing headache. I was still wearing a garter belt and nothing else, my wedding lingerie on the floor next to the bed. I took off the garter, grabbed my sweatpants out of my bag, and went to the bathroom to wash my face off. When I came back, my man had appeared a with table full of breakfast for us. I took a pain reliever and sat down on the bed as he poured me coffee and juice, kissing me on the forehead. It was a quite a spread.
I asked him about the previous evening and why he thought I would like giving a blowjob to a complete stranger. I wasn't angry, but felt disappointed in him. He sighed and sat down on the sofa next to the bed, staring at me. He was ruggedly handsome in a black v-neck sweater and jeans, the first time I'd ever seen him dress casually. He explained that he thought I'd like it and that it also turned him on to see me from behind, dressed up in lingerie, and sucking another man. He said I looked gorgeous and that he wanted to share me, that he felt lucky to have me there. He said the other man was an old friend and flame and that he needed a lot of convincing to do it as well. I looked at him and still couldn't be angry, even though I was sore and still feel queasy from remembering being used as the middle man in a three-way. He asked me again to forgive him, and I did.
We ate and spent the morning talking. He discussed growing up on a farm and moving to the city to go to school, getting his first job, meeting his first men. He came out of the closet during college and spent his adulthood with various partners and building his career. He took care of himself, played safe, and had a great libido. I was jealous of him and also felt thrilled and lucky that he wanted to be with me. I asked him about that, why me? He said I was the first man his age since college, that he typically always had men a few years younger than him. He liked being with a man who had the same cultural experiences. I smiled. Then, he walked up to the bed and pushed me back against the pillows. He laid down on top of me. We kissed, I spread my legs for him and pawed his back, running my hands up his sweater. I was becoming erect in my sweatpants. He said we had a day planned at museums and lunch, but wanted to relax first.
Soon, he was kissing my chest and abs. slowly pulling down my sweatpants. He began sucking me softly. I sighed and moaned as he grabbed my cock and hungrily moved it in and out of his mouth. He was much more efficient than I was and he moved one hand to one of my nipples as he sucked. I became fully erect in his mouth and began thrusting, calling his name. I suddenly built up, starting huffing and moaning loudly, and came out of nowhere, feeling a bit disappointed that I came so quickly. I lay back down and he came back up to kiss me. I loved having his weight on top of me. He laughed and said I deserved that from him, at the very least.
Then, he reached under the bed pulled out another box for me. This is to wear today while we're out, he said. It was a pair of silk, pink panties with the word "His" written across the bottom. He asked me to try them on. I put them on turned in front of him. He smiled. I started to walk towards him, but he motioned me off and said to save it for later. He dressed and headed out for the day. He took my shopping, buying me sweaters and pants, new shoes. He went to his favorite museum and restaurant. I felt younger with him, fresh, and full of energy. I wasn't looking for a sugar daddy, but he said he wanted to please me. He directed my clothing choices, finding things that fit snuggly and evenly. He ordered my lunch, and told me about all the different pieces of art. We ended up back at the room at sunset, exhausted. As we walked back to the room from the elevator, he put his hand on my ass. It made me feel electric inside.
He asked me to try on an outfit for him: a black turtleneck and gray slacks. He asked me to leave the panties on. When I came out, he smiled and patted the seat next to him on the sofa. Soon, we were kissing again, making out for what seemed like an hour. His tongue darted in and out of my mouth. His hands hit all the right areas of my body, touching and thrilling me. I was building up. He lifted my shirt and worked on my nipples as I lay on top, his hands squeezing my ass and kneading me. Soon, my shirt was off and he was undoing my pants. I rubbed his head and moaned. Soon, I was in his lap, kissing him and having him rub my bottom. He knew that drove me crazy for him. He rubbed my back and kissed my neck. I touched him and held him against me, feeling his urgency build up inside him. He slid and hand into my panties and began fingering me. He slid in two fingers and was soon opening me up, the lube working into me. I moaned and became erect in my panties. He began asking me to tell him that I loved him and that I wanted him and only him. I whimpered yes over and over, losing myself to the sensations. I could feel him becoming more in control. He would guide me to get hot, and then cool me off, edging me and himself.
We laid down on the floor and he rolled me onto my back, slowly peeling off my panties. I lifted my legs for him, naked in front of him. He pulled off his sweater and pants and lay back on me. Soon, my legs were up on his shoulders and he was pushing into me. He moved in and held, then pushed slowly and held. We had done this a dozen times already , but this felt new to me. He told me loved me and that he loved our wedding ceremony. He said I was handsome and beautiful. And soon he was completely inside me and working me open. I stared up at him and felt a genuine affection towards him. He kissed me and then began to push into me, getting rhythm, arching his back, his hairy chest pushing towards me. I felt his chest and abs, then closed my eyes to lose myself in the feeling. He pumped and asked me if I loved being fucked by him, pushing into me, again with no condom. I was giving myself to him. I cried out yes and moaned loudly as I came on myself, without any hands. He bit his lip and continued pumping longer before losing control and coming inside me. He held my legs and continued pushing until he was done, then pulled out and landed on top of me, kissing me.
We got up and went to bed, with me my head on his resting on his chest. We watched television and ordered room service. He stroked my hair and talked in a low, quiet voice with me. We kissed and held each other, eventually I sucked him softly and made him come again before we drifted into sleep together. I loved the feel of his cock on my lips and in my mouth, his hands on my head, guiding me. When i rubbed his balls, he moaned and thrusted. I was learning how to really turn him on. Before I fell asleep, I looked at the ring on my finger, the ring he had given to me the previous evening in our wedding ceremony. I knew we had one more day together before we both had to go back to our lives. I didn't know how I could go back.