This is Part 3 of the fifth instillment in a collection about a woman I know. You should read Voulez Vous Mois Vicky? - Parts 1 and 2 first, however my other stories about Vicky are standalone and unrelated to these.
When I awoke the next morning my wife was already out of bed. She had planned an early run with Jill so was getting dressed in her running stuff.
"Morning sleepy head!" she greeted me as i struggled to open my eyes in the light of the bright morning sun bleeding around the curtains "How did you sleep?"
I considered my response for a moment, my mind flashing back to the kitchen antics only a few hours earlier. I felt a twinge of guilt as I looked at my wife, who I still cared for, while still burning with desire for Vicky.
"Yeah okay I guess, it was pretty hot, had to go get a cold drink" I replied with a degree of truth "the kids didn't wake you?"
"No, I slept right through!" she replied in a celebratory tone.
I decided to get up and join whoever else was awake at this ungodly hour. I made my way into the living area to find everyone other than Sasha sitting around the breakfast table or on the sofas, eating cereal or drinking tea and coffee. My eyes immediately looked to Vicky who was preoccupied trying to feed the youngest one cereal and encourage the older one to finish her toast. Vicky was still dressed in her blue silk pyjamas but I assumed was now wearing a bra as there was no sign of those cute little pokies of hers. After greeting everyone as enthusiastically as I could, I flopped down onto the sofa opposite Jill.
"Not sleep so well?" she asked, again in an unreadble tone.
"I slept okay" I replied "just not long enough."
I sat on the sofa thinking about what Vicky and I had done yesterday (although conscious I was still just in pyjama bottoms!). Wondering what might come of it. I loved my wife. We'd been married for the best part of a decade now and I had no desire to hurt her. But the truth was I just didn't feel attracted to her like I had done all those years ago. I guess relationships change and while maybe the spark wasn't there anymore, there was still respect and trust, which I knew I was violating. On the other hand, I felt the same way about Vicky now as I had done about my own wife when we had first started dating. I was infatuated and filled with a insatiable craving to be with her. I think it's possible to genuinely love more than one person at a time, so in my head I just had to flick a switch. Like that show 'Severance', try to pretend that when I'm with one of them, the other doesn't exist.
I had no idea how Vicky felt about her own marriage, but I knew she cared for her kids, even if she merely tolerated Clive for their sake. So I assumed she had no interest in jeopardising what she had either. I wasn't sure if she had even thought about any of this stuff. I guessed we should probably talk about it when we had the chance, but that wasn't exactly now, as a 2 year old threw cereal at her over the breakfast table and Clive was entirely zoned-out reading something on his iPad!
As I contemplated the situation, Sasha appeared and jovially wished everyone good morning, immediately clocking the situation at the breakfast table and sitting down with the family to encourage and entertain both children. She was good like that. Clive clearly saw this as his opportunity, having provided moral support until backup arrived, he stood up from his seat and announced that he was going to drive down to the bakery to get some bread and pastries. Vicky kept her composure admirably but I'm fairly certain she was about ready to hit him.
"Erm, I need to go have a shower!" Vicky protested "you'll need to watch YOUR children until I'm dressed."
"Can't you wait until I get back?" Clive responded somewhat perturbed "it's quite a small place, if we leave it too late they might not have anything left."
"I'll watch the kids" Sasha interjected diplomatically. (As she had done on multiple occasions so far this trip. I sometimes wondered if she should be wearing a blue UN flack jacket.)
"There, problem sorted." Clive said as he made his escape from the chaos at the table.
Vicky insisted that it wasn't Sasha's job, trying to get her husband to take some responsibility, but ultimately capitulated and accepted Sasha's offer of a few minute peace to clean herself up, starting to move the children's breakfast dishes into the dishwasher.
"Ready to go?" my wife asked Jill as she appeared from the hallway wearing her running shoes and baseball cap.
Jill bounced up from her chair enthusiastically and after saying goodbye, the two of them headed out the door with Clive.
"I won't be long." Vicky assured Sasha, as she made her way towards the bedroom.
"Take your time!" Sasha replied "we're having lots of fun here!"
As Vicky disappeared down the hallway, I looked over to Sasha amusing the kids with some toys and saw my opportunity. I got up from the sofa and followed after Vicky.
"Think I'll go get dressed too." I said as I walked out of the living room.
Sasha said something in response but I didn't hear it. As soon as I was out of her sight, I hustled down the corridor towards Vicky, reaching out to grab her hand.
"Hey" I said, as I took her hand.
"What are you doing?" she whispered, snatching it away and looking back down the hallway behind me, just in case anyone else had seen.
"I need a shower too." I smiled back and raised my eyebrows suggestively.
I placed my hand on Vicky's hip and began to reach around her. Vicky batted it away, again looking over my shoulder as she backed towards her bedroom door. Seeing that there was still nobody there and hearing the laughter of her children with Sasha, she took my hand and pulled me quickly into her room, closing the door behind us.
"Okay, but we HAVE to be quick, and I REALLY do need a shower!" Vicky stressed, as she crossed the room, hurriedly unbuttoning her pyjama top on the opposite side of the bed from me.
I pulled my t-shirt off and threw it on the floor as she got out of her top and folded it neatly on the bed. As I had guessed, Vicky was now wearing a plain white padded bra. She slipped out of her pyjama trousers, also folding them neatly on the bed as I walked towards her. I watched as reached behind her back to unclasp her bra, dropping it off her shoulders, stand before me in the same sexy cotton panties she had been wearing last night. She was irresistible!
I stepped forward and pulled her into me, planting my lips on hers. Vicky was immediately distracted from her haste and in the moment, wrapped her arms around me, opening her mouth to let me stroke her tongue with mine. I held the back of her head with my one hand, stroking my fingers through her golden blonde hair. I gripped her butt with my other hand and traced her warm smooth flesh with my fingertips as my palm rested on the soft cotton underwear. I squeezed her ass as we made out and Vicky began to moan as I did so. Stepping backwards, I bumped up against the side of the divan. Holding her tight, I lowered us both down so that she was laying on top of me across the double bed. Then I slid my hand down her pants to grip her bare bum firmly in my hand.
"Mmmm" she said, pulled her lips away from mine and rolling off me "you're distracting me!!"
Vicky got up off the bed, leaving me there, and headed purposefully into her ensuite. I watched her little cheeks jiggling pleasingly as she crossed the room, still partially covered by her now low-riding panties. A sexy hint of crack was visible just above. As she disappeared around the corning, I got off the bed and followed after her.
As I entered the bathroom, Vicky was already tying her hair back into a short pony tail. Then she applied some sort of face wash in front of the mirror, before rinsing it off with a wash cloth and turning the shower on. Her bathroom actually had a bath in it, with a shower over the end of it and a glass screen that ran halfway along the length of the bathtub. Having rinsed her face, Vicky turned and looked at me.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" she asked as she slipped her panties down her legs and threw them in my direction.
I reacted fast enough to catch them in one hand. I brought them up to my face and inhaled her delicious scent - they were definitely the same pair she had been waaring last night, infused with her copious secretions.
"Urgh, gross!" Vicky laughed.
I dropped my pyjama bottoms to the floor and stood in front of her completely nude as she was. My semi swollen cock hung large over my recharged balls as I looked back at Vicky's naked body. Her long nipples now stood to attention atop her tiny breasts. Her slim, toned stomach was home to a cute little 'innie' belly button and below that, a pronounced pubic mound that was covered with a thin blonde mat of neatly trimmed hair - the carpets matched the drapes! Even with her legs together, I could detect Vicky's prominent inner lips protruding from her tiny external slit. As I panned down her nubile body, I focused in on Vicky's little feet for the first time. They were tiny, as were her carefully pedicured toes! In short, Vicky was stunning from head to toe. I could feel the blood pumping to my swelling cock as I looked on at her.
Vicky turned and stepped over into the bath, holding out her hand to test the water temperature, before moving into position under the running shower. I followed after her. As I stepped into the bathtub she had her back to me and had already begun to lather herself in body wash. Her ass looked so good as water flowed over it, running off the overhang of her toned glutes like little waterfalls. I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around her from behind, nuzzling my nose behind Vicky's ear, moving in close so that my large, dangling member pressed in between the top of her wet butt cheeks. I began to run my hand over Vicky's tummy, teasing her navel with the soapy water while she continued to rub down her arms.
Sliding my hands up and down Vicky's slippery body felt fantastic. I ran them up over her breasts and concentrated on massaging the soapy water over them, taking care to gently caress her underarms too. Vicky smiled and sighed at this attentiveness and intimate act of care. Then I ran one hand back down over her tummy, through her hairy mons and between her legs. Vicky widened her stance obligingly and I reached underneath, slipping my soap covered fingers between her lips, gently lathering them and occasionally brushing over her swelling clit. Vicky moaned in pleasure as I lovingly fondled her down there, rolling her head back to rest on my shoulder, I began to nibble playfully on her earlobe.
I was becoming ever more aroused but my cock was pinned between Vicky's ass cheeks, unable to stand to attention despite the ever increasing pressure, which in itself was an enjoyable sensation. With my palm resting on Vicky's pubic bone, I was able to steer her to grind against me, my cock sliding up and down through her soapy slick crack. At the same time, with my free hand, I found Vicky's kryptonite. Pinching one of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, I began to roll it around between them, twisting it back and forth gently, occasionally pausing to flick it rapidly with my fingertip.
Vicky exhaled loudly as the electric sensations arced from her sensitive teat throughout her entire body. The sudden pseudo-orgasms had the opposite effect than I had intended though. Vicky caught herself once more being distracted from the task at hand, increasing the risk in her mind that we might be found out! She broke free from my arms and turned around, reaching behind me to a shelf on the wall from where she picked up a safety razor.
Freed from captivity, blood rushed into my throbbing semi and it sprang rapidly to a full blown erection. I took my opportunity and pulled Vicky's body close to me once more, pressing my rigid shaft against her hairy mound. Owing to our height different, I could feel the tip teasing Vicky's belly button. Vicky sighed at my continued attempts to distract her from her mission.
"Here!" she said, moving my hands down from her back onto each of her butt cheeks "at least do something helpful!"
Vicky guided my hands to peel her glutes apart and hold them open for her as she reached around behind her back and proceeded to draw the razor blade carefully over her spread crack. I was quite taken aback that this was something she did - although given I'd already had the experience of burying my face in her ass I shouldn't really have been surprised - but it just seemed like quite an indelicate thing to do. I'd always imagined Vicky to be a 'lights-off' kinda girl when it came to anything in the bedroom department, and the fact that she apparently had never blown a guy before reinforced this. Maybe she had a wilder side in private, or at least was open to the possibility, if anyone had shown her a good time. Or maybe she was just a neat freak in ways that went way beyond pyjama folding! Either way, stretching Vicky's hot little ass wide as she shaved between her crack was pretty sexy!
"Okay I'm done" Vicky announced after she had completed tidying herself up down there.
Before releasing her, I couldn't resist stroked my fingers over her ice smooth crack, playfully teasing at her anus as my fingers passed over it. Vicky rolled her eyes before spinning herself around.
"I don't get why guys are so obsessed with THAT" she pondered aloud as she raised a leg onto the side of the bath and peered forward to attend to her front with the razor.
I took the opportunity that presented itself and grasped my shaft, pulling my foreskin back, I run my exposed glans down Vicky's crack. I hadn't really noticed it being prickly before, but the comparison now was night and day. As the tip of my shaft passed over Vicky's sphincter and between her cleanly shaven, soap covered glutes, it was like gliding over silk. Completely frictionless! I stroked my bell-end up and down between Vicky's tight ass cheeks, relishing the sensation while she casually lifted her other leg and focussed on ensuring her front was as smooth as her rear.
"Don't get any ideas!" Vicky said, as my cock lingered over her butt hole for a little too long.
When she lowered her other leg back onto the floor of the bath, I wrapped my arms around her once again and slipped my hand down to assess her work. Her now bald pussy slid under my fingers and I once again pulled her close to me, forcing my cock through her smooth ass cheeks and inner thighs. I began to rock my hips back and forth while holding Vicky in position. Vicky sighed.
"You've got thirty seconds." Vicky declared.
Challenge accepted I thought to myself. I started to thrust my shaft more rapidly back and forth through Vicky's ass, which she kindly clenched for me as she counted down from thirty. I indulged myself, fingering her pussy too. Sliding my fingers through her delicate lips and up inside her as I pounded her from behind, imagining the possibility of just impaling her tight asshole 'accidentally'. In short order I could feel myself building up to a climax.
"Ten, nine, eight..." Vicky counted as I completed another pass through her slick wet glutes.
As I pulled back, my cock slipped out from between her cheeks momentarily and sprung upwards. This time as I thrust forward, the tip poked into her butt then slid vertically between each cheek, popping out in the small of her back just as I finally blew my load over her. I grunted as a thick jet of cum erupted up Vicky's back, then a second and a third as I released her from my grip and stroked my cock to extract every last drop over her. The trails of semen began to run back down over her butt. I stepped back to admire my art before Vicky have even reached 'one' on her countdown.
Without pausing, Vicky turned side on to me and put her foot up on the exterior edge of the bath, her baby toes resting on the glass shower screen. Then she reached over and pulled the shower head off it's mount handing it to me.
"You can clean that up!" she joked as she leant forward to begin shaving her leg.
While she ran the razor blade in long fluid strokes, I directed the flow of water over her arched back and wiped the traces of my cum off her back and butt, allowing my fingers to once more delve between her hairless crevasse self-indulgently. When I was finally done, rather than replacing the shower head in it's mount, without warning, I held it between Vicky's legs, pressing it firmly against her.
The sudden sensation of warm jets of water penetrating Vicky's slit and massaging her already sensitised clit caused her to let out a groan of pleasure and once more distracted her from the task at hand. Completing her final pass over the first leg, she leaned back against the wall and closed her eyes, absorbed in her own feelings as the stream of water flowed over and between her lips. Vicky's breathing intensified at the direct stimulation and she held out the razor towards me.
"You haaah ..... do it" she said, swapping her other leg onto the edge of the bath before me and grabbing the shower head so that she could control the position and pressure.
I took the razor from her and with her other hand now free, Vicky slide her fingers under the shower spreading her labia to enable the water to stream directly onto her exposed clit.
"Haaaaa" she exclaimed as intense waves of pleasure overtook her.
Taking the razor to Vicky's leg, I carefully tried to replicate what I had seen her doing to her other leg, feeling after each pass to see if I had achieved the desired result. It took me a little while to perfect my stroke but eventually I got into the swing of it. All the while Vicky continued to moan loudly, pleasuring herself while I attended to her personal care. Once I had finished, I ran my hand up and down her leg to enjoy the fruits of my labour. Soon I could sense Vicky building towards something and I ran my hand further up her inside thigh, stroking it gently as she began to announce her impending climax. At the same time, I gave her a little push by leaning forward, sticking out my tongue and flicking her stiff, swollen nipple with it.
"Ohhh yesss..... oh yes, yes, yessssahahahahahahaaaaa" Vicky exploded, letting go of the shower head as the leg supporting her buckled.
It clattered against the bath along with the razor as I caught her before she fell into the tub. Once again I found myself holding onto Vicky's naked wet body, this time as wave after wave of her orgasm rolled over her and she shuddered in my arms. I reached behind her back and turned off the shower, still holding her close, before placing my lips on hers.
We stood for a minute or so in the bath, just kissing, before Vicky came to her senses and remembered the urgency with which she had intended to complete her shower. She reluctantly broke away from me and stepped carefully out of the bathtub, still a little unsteady on her feet. I stood in the bath and drip dried while watching her carefully dabbing herself down before wrapping the towel around her chest, hiding her naked body from me once more.
Not having a towel of my own and hardly wanting to use Clive's, I was still dripping as I climbed out of the tub and followed Vicky back into her bedroom. As she walked past my pyjama bottoms lying on the bathroom floor, she picked them up and tossed them at me. When I caught them, I found the bundle contained her previously discarded panties too. Vicky untied her hair in the bedroom, shaking her head to free it, then removed her towel hung it (neatly) on the back of a chair. She pulled on a clean pair of pants from her bedside drawer and put on the same bra she had been wearing earlier that morning. I watched her from the bathroom doorway the whole time, holding my pyjamas and continuing to drip on the floor. Vicky pulled on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, then walked over to the bedroom door and cracked it open, peering outside, before motioning for me to leave.
Sad to be leaving, on my out I retrieved my own t-shirt from the bedroom floor then squeezed Vicky's bum and pecked her on the cheek, prompting a cute smile as she made a final check that the hallway was clear. Then I slipped out of her room and darted, naked down the corridor and into my own to get dressed.