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Greg and Joy lay for awhile in each others arms under the now cooling spray from the shower as they caught their breath from their exertions. Once they had caught their breath and were able they rose from the floor and took turns washing and soaping each other erotically and languidly, having some good clean fun after their smutty performance. Joy giggled, moaning seductively occasionally when Greg scrubbed a particularly sensitive spot. She was still horny and just getting started he knew from past experience. The lady was a tigress in bed and had a nearly insatiable appetite for his attentions. Wanted they were, and seemingly endless were her sexual desires and demands of him to keep up with her. The woman was an atomic powered sex machine, well oiled now, and in the prime of her working life span. Greg knew he was in for a workout, and finding himself already rapidly rising again to the occasion due to the sensual bathing he lifted her up, after wrapping her slippery body in a towel, and carried her from the bathroom into the bedroom where he tossed her lightly onto the bed, eliciting a squeal of delight from Joy, who loved it when he played a little rough with her. Greg laughed at her antics as she jumped up and started bouncing playfully on the bed, her luscious firm young breasts and hard small ass jiggling lightly as she hopped up and down like a little girl at a slumber party.

Greg asked her if she’d like a glass of the Zinfandel he had gotten from the bartender at Warbler’s. Joy agreed enthusiastically to a glass and Greg went to the refrigerator and produced the wine and two plastic glasses. Their favorite room that the friendly lady receptionist Da had saved for them on the whim of her dream the night before had a wall of mirror right beside the bed, and the whole ceiling was also glassed over in mirrored tiles as well. Greg enjoyed the view in the wall mirror of Joy as she bounced and giggled and jiggled as he poured them some of the wine, glancing at the ceiling mirror to catch an alternate view of her gyrating gymnastics. All thoughts of his wife Noi and their problems were far removed from his brain. Joy had that effect on him. It was why he had been seeing her for the past couple of months. It was the only thing that kept him sane, and the only joy he got in life lately besides the time he spent with his daughters Mary and Sarah. Joy was worth a thousand visits to a mental health clinic and better than an open ended prescription for Xanax.

Greg brought Joy her wine as she stopped bouncing on the bed and collapsed onto the covers. She accepted the wine and drank deeply, not bothering to cover her nakedness. No false modesty for this sexy girl. She was proud of her jutting, well shaped, breasts, and was proud of the fact that women paid plastic surgeons good baht to get what nature and Buddha had abundantly bestowed upon her. As she said, “Not plastic. For real. Jing jing. (It‘s true.)”, when she had first gotten au natural before Greg their first time together. Greg loved to suck her gorgeous tits and Joy was particularly sensitive in her nipples and said it always made her horny when Greg did such. He was always glad to oblige her. It always amazed him how wet she got just from his licking and fondling her breasts. Greg sat on the bed next to her, took a mouthful of the wine and proceeded to start suckling her tits. Joy moaned and pushed him away grinning so she could finish her own wine, saving the last small mouthful and going down on him to savor the combined flavors of his tart cock and the sweet wine, something Greg loved immensely, which his wife would never do since the early stages of their marriage, claiming it too un-Buddhist for her and nasty.

Joy had no such religiously held compunctions or cultural or sexual taboos, or at least didn’t let her religious upbringing impinge on her healthy sex life or affect her ability to bring maximum pleasure to her clients and curtail her ability to make maximum baht. Greg was more of a friend, or ‘fuck’ buddy, for Joy; her ‘gik’ as she called it. She always said she, “lub him too mutt”. Greg suspected this might even be true, as she gave him the discount rate of 800 baht long time, a true deal considering Joy could usually garner top dollar from the sex tourist punters visiting her bar nightly. She was one of the the bar’s ‘superstar’ dancers, and a prime commodity. Greg also suspected that Joy was hoping his wife would soon push him over the edge where he’d divorce her, and Joy could then slide right in as his new wife. This was a recurring theme in Greg’s daily work-a-day daydreams. It would be great to have Joy waiting at home every night after work with her talented and wonderful sexual affections, but it was just that, a daydream. Greg knew this, and it was extremely unlikely to happen, on his part if not Joy’s, but still it was a pleasant daydream as far as daydreams go.

Greg moaned and lay back on the bed while watching Joy’s head bob up and down on his knob in the ceiling mirror above. The lady was expert in her ministrations and Greg felt himself climbing that short heavenly stairway toward another eruption. Greg’s secret nickname for Joy was ‘Hoover’. This lady certainly didn’t suck at sucking. Greg raised himself up on an elbow and drained his glass of wine, stopping Joy in her pleasing work.

“Whoa girl!” he said laughing, “Slow down. We have a few hours yet. There’s no rush.”

Joy pouted. She truly loved to suck his cock. She said she loved his ‘flavor’ and couldn’t get enough of him. Greg poured them both another glass of wine and they lay in each others arms a while relaxing, sipping their drinks, and stroking each others bodies playfully while watching themselves in the mirrors and joking around as lovers around the planet do when naked and in bed.

After a while Greg dimmed the lights, another reason this was their favorite room was the dimmer switch for the room lights, and they got back to doing what they enjoyed with each other and the real reason they were there in the hotel. Sometimes Joy would bring small yellow candles and place them around the room, lighting them just before they turned out the lights. They both loved the effect this had when watching each other during their sexual gymnastics in the mirrors provided by the room. The flickering candles, the pleasant buzz from the wine or other liquors they’d consume, and their lithe bodies on show in the mirrors as they fucked had a pleasant and stimulating hypnotic power over them.

It was time for round two. Being young and healthy, with healthy libidos and quick recovery times, and a true lust for each other’s bodies, they could usually manage three or four orgasms in their weekly trysts. Joy more so because of her sex and the advantages of multiple orgasms the cruel gods gave the females of our species; Greg mostly because he was young and healthy, and had usually gone without sex for the week since their last joining.

The room soon erupted into another porno soundtrack, live, not Memorex, much to both their delight and pleasure.

(To be continued)

Cent
(The Central Scrutinizer)