Linda was still limp, allowing me to hold her fingers to my lips. I whispered, "That was the most beautiful fantasy I've every heard. Your lover is beautiful and very good. She played your body so well; she loves you very much." Linda was quiet, still trying to breathe normal again.
When Linda's legs began to complain, I sat her on the bed. Just like two nights ago, I poured champagne and handed the glass to a beautiful contented woman. We sipped until the entire glass was gone and I poured us each another. "I have to go."
Linda ignored what I said, "We didn't eat the strawberries."
"Your lover had a very naughty game planned for those but it didn't work out tonight."
Linda smiled broadly, "Maybe another night."
"I would really like that." I got up and headed for the door. Linda followed me, her slacks still completely unzipped and barely hanging on her hips. The room smelled of lesbian sex. As I opened the door a young, curvier version of Linda stood there fumbling for her key card. Her eyes grew big as saucers as she looked her mother up and down. I said, "Hi, You must the long lost Emile. I'm Dave." Then I turned to Linda and kissed her firmly, "Remember, Sexy, you don't have to explain any of this if you don't want to. How about a Lido breakfast about nine." Linda definitely had that freshly fucked look and nodded, yes.
Carrie was washed, tucked into bed and watching the news when I got back to the cabin. She looked very hesitantly at me, so I took the lead, "So you little vixen, tell me all about Tall, light and gruesome."
Carrie was fine now. "You are so mean. Swen is a wonderful man; he is fun and gentle."
"Are you sure he is OK, even his name has a lisp to it."