Fiona tossed and turned, visions haunting her dreams.  Moans, cries, pleading.  Filthy words being spit out by lovers in the throes of aggressive coupling.  The slap of bodies, the pounding of the bed, the sound of rigid manhood violating its lover’s inner sanctum.Moans turned to screams, and Fiona was startled awake.  It was no dream.  Gradually the fog lifted, and she was brought forth into the present moment.  A distinct smell of sex reached her nostrils.  A crumpled dress, which she recognized as her own, lay in a heap on the floor near a chair.  Nearby, a thong and lacy bra, discarded in frenzied haste.“Fuck me, lover, fuck me hard.  Make me your slut!  Give me your cum!  Please, cum inside me, give me your seed.  Please!”“You’re so fucking beautiful.  Your pussy feels so good on my cock.  So wet.  So warm.  So smooth.  I love fucking you raw like this.  I’m going to give it to you…”“Yes.  Give it to me.  Give.  It.  To.  Me.  Oh my god I’m cumming!!” Fiona recognized Angela thrashing about on the bed as Ian’s pace quickened.  She knew all too well that her husband was close, and suddenly he erupted violently, coating Angela’s womb as he groaned like an animal.  Gradually the sounds softened as the lovers came down from their climax and whispered to one another tenderly.  Fiona’s body was wracked by the most intense need to orgasm, but she vowed to comply with her instruction and lay helplessly on the floor as Ian and Angela arose. “Oh, you’re awake,” Angela cooed as she knelt beside Fiona.  She reached out and stroked the tortured woman’s cheek, running her fingers through Fiona’s hair.  She leaned over and planted a tender kiss on Fiona’s cheek, dangerously close to her lips, and whispered gently, “how did you sleep?” The touch and kiss from her husband’s illicit companion sent a shock through Fiona.  Angela rose to embrace Ian, who was standing at the foot of the bed next to her.  She could hear the sounds of their deep kisses.  She looked up to see Angela’s body pressed up against her husband’s.  Her eyes traveled from his lover’s tresses down her back, across the curve of her ass, down her long slender legs to her perfectly shaped ankles, and slowly back up again.  Halfway up her leg, Fiona’s gaze stopped, and she gasped as she took in the sight of a small river of cum pouring down the inside of Angela’s thighs.  Fiona’s stomach tightened again.  An intense, erotic electricity coursed through her muscles and tendons. “I’m famished.”  It was Ian, to Angela. “Let’s order some room service, darling.  Fiona, you must be hungry too.  The restaurant downstairs will be filled with sunlight by now.  You may even choose to take your meal on the terrace.  Please linger; there’s no need to rush back.”Fiona walked to the closet.  She opened the door to see Angela’s bag next to hers.  Her chest tightened again, but she pushed the feeling out of her and chose some clothes to wear to breakfast.  She turned toward the bathroom, still clothed in the lingerie she had put on there the evening before.  She felt self-conscious in front of Angela, and she determined to shower quickly and change in the bathroom to deflect her shyness.  As the water poured over her body and she began to wash herself, she was acutely aware of how sensitive she was.  Every nerve ending on her skin was alive, and she felt as though the slightest touch in any sensitive region would send her into spasms.  She was alone in the shower and considered bringing herself to orgasm in secret, but something held her back.  Angela’s intimidation?  Her desire to please Ian?  She denied herself and, stepping out of the shower, dried off. She turned and caught her reflection in the mirror.  She let Ankara bayan escort the towel fall and appraised her naked body.  She felt inferior to Angela, and yet the figure staring back at her seemed aglow, very much alive, beaming even.  She allowed herself a good look in the mirror and saw an attractive, sexy woman.  And she felt sexy.  More than that, she felt, and looked, sexual.  The conflict was palpable.  A broken heart and a sexual glow.  Fire and ice. She dressed and departed quietly for breakfast. She took her meal on the patio overlooking the ocean.  It was a stunningly beautiful morning.  She sipped her tea and tried to make sense of the past twelve hours. So much had transpired.  The shock was beginning to wear off, and the bright sunshine and warm breeze allowed her to clear her mind enough to think things through.  Certainly, the fact that Ian had a lover was devastating, and the way she had been treated the evening before was cruel.  Yet Fiona was gradually realizing that if this made Ian happy then in some unexplainable way it made her happy as well.  What she couldn’t envision, at least not yet, was what lay in store for her and Ian.  She had been relegated to inferior status, but would she ever be intimate with Ian again?  Would he leave her for Angela? Would she ever be able to achieve acceptance?  Forgiveness?  And what was she, Fiona, willing to accept, to live with?  So many unanswered questions.After breakfast Fiona strolled the grounds, not wanting to interrupt the lovers’ breakfast.  Mid-morning, she returned to the room to pick up her swimsuit.  She entered the room cautiously, only to find it empty.  The linens were strewn about the bed, a large wet spot soaking the middle of the fitted sheet.  Fiona was drawn to touch it, then leaned down to take in the smell of Angela’s sex.  Another shock wave of sexual tension jolted her body.  Heart pounding, she hastily grabbed her suit and quit the room.Fiona spent the rest of the morning at the pool, and around 1 pm she received a text from the concierge informing her of a spa treatment at 1:30 pm.  Ian must have made the reservation.  She checked in with the spa and changed into her robe, waiting in the lounge until an attractive young woman came through the door and called her name.  She was led to the room, where dim light and soft spa music set the mood.  Fiona slipped off her robe and lay face down on the table. The masseuse was quiet as she worked the tension out of Fiona’s muscles, starting with her neck and shoulders, working her way down her back, and then deeply massaging her feet and working her way slowly up her legs.  Fiona felt herself relaxing, and the woman’s touch on her body was electric.  She had been in a constant state of arousal since last night, and every movement of the masseuse’s hands sent slight shocks through her.  She was moving closer and closer to Fiona’s pussy, which was wet and leaking.  The hands would travel up her inner thighs tantalizingly close to her lips and then, in a tease and deny ritual, back down her legs, up the backs of her thighs, and across her ass cheeks.  This pattern was repeated, over and over, until Fiona was squirming slightly and silently begging for the woman to touch her sex.“Why don’t you turn over so I can work the front of your body,” came the gentle suggestion.  Fiona complied.  Her nipples stood out prominently and screamed for the woman’s touch.  She didn’t disappoint.  Her hands massaged Fiona’s breasts and brushed softly across her nipples.  Fiona gave a moan and pushed up toward her masseuse.  The hands moved up to her shoulders, and then she felt a gentle massaging touch on her Escort bayan Ankara face.  There was something intimate about this, and she opened her eyes to see the woman staring intently at her.  Was there an attraction?  She studied the masseuse’s face.  She was so very pretty.  Fiona wished she could know more about the mystery behind that face.  Perhaps this nubile beauty was in secret some husband’s filthy mistress like Angela.  Fiona closed her eyes and the hands traveled down her body once again, just the tips of fingers tracing across her erect, sensitive nipples and the undersides of her breasts before lightly traveling down her midsection, stopping just above her pussy.The young woman’s hands continued to traverse Fiona’s body – massaging and kneading her calves and thighs, down her arms, up over her shoulders, brushing past her breasts, everywhere but her pussy.  Her entire body was on fire; she felt as though she were on the edge of a cliff.  Both hands traveled down her arm, pulling it, then the other arm.  When she got to Fiona’s hand, she pulled the index finger and then inserted it into her mouth, sucking gently while breathing a barely audible sigh.  Fiona stifled a whimper as the woman resumed her teasing journey across her body, this time allowing her fingers to trace along the ridgeline of her slit.  Fiona could smell her sex in the air and wanted so desperately to release.  The masseuse’s fingers pressed gently against her clit and massaged her in little circles.  Fiona felt her orgasm building, her breathing becoming deeper and more ragged, her face flushed red.  Just when she was ready to hurl herself off the cliff, the woman’s hand left her.  A soft voice blew in her ear.  “Not yet.  I know how desperate you are, but your husband insisted I remind you of the rules.”  The woman planted a tender, lingering kiss directly on Fiona’s startled lips and left the room.Fiona was wrecked.  She lay on the table and tried to compose herself.  Her entire body seemed to be floating.  She breathed deeply in an attempt to slow her heartbeat and calm her jangled nerves.  This seemed to help, and finally she arose, wrapped herself in her robe, left the room, and returned to the solarium.  She sat beneath the skylight and closed her eyes.  The whole world seemed to be spinning.  For the next half hour, she composed herself, sipping water and tea, and finally found the will to return to the locker room and shower.  As she washed the oil from her body, she was once again reminded of her state of high arousal.  Never before had she experienced anything like this.  Every breath, every movement, was sexually charged.  It was as if she were a bomb about to explode at the slightest trigger.  Nothing else could push this feeling out of her consciousness.  It defined her.As she was checking out of the spa, her masseuse ran up to her.  “Oh, I almost forgot.  This is an open-ended charge card for the resort.  You can use it at any of the boutiques.  Your husband would like you to use it to shop.  He says be back in the room at five-thirty, no sooner.”  She handed Fiona a card and gazed into her eyes again.  “It was a pleasure meeting you.  I hope you have a wonderful day.”Fiona spent the afternoon at the pool and exploring the resort.  As she walked and took in the sights, she continued to reflect on her journey.  The hurt was still there, at times a severe ache.  But that emotion now had a rival – desire.  There was no denying the fact of her intense arousal.  That feeling suffused her body, her entire being in fact, and was now constant.  What she struggled to understand was why.  What was driving her mad with sexual Bayan escort Ankara need?  Was it jealousy?  Anger?  Sadness?  Or was it, as she had to allow possible, that the idea of being relegated to subordinate status to this unicorn was touching something deep inside her that had lain dormant, waiting for the right moment to emerge?  The images that flashed through her mind of watching, hearing, smelling Ian and Angela seemed wired directly to her pleasure sensors, and every time she recalled last night and this morning, a jolt of energy coursed through her veins.  When she tried to think about things rationally, she felt ashamed, a failure.  And yet, when she let her conscious thought drift away and simply immersed herself in the experience, she felt something she had never felt before.All afternoon the conflict played out inside Fiona, and as she approached the room again it was as though the partially healed wounds were being reopened.  She felt her chest tighten as she arrived at the door, and though she possessed a key, she meekly knocked.  Hearing no answer, she knocked a second time, a bit more forcefully.  She was about to use her key when the door opened.  Ian stood inside, naked, his semi-erect cock wet, glistening.  He looked relaxed, content, and he smiled at Fiona as he stepped aside to allow her to enter the room.  Fiona could hear the shower and guessed that Angela was in it, as she was nowhere visible.“How was your day, my dear?”  Ian asked, with a hint of kindness. Fiona was temporarily speechless.  She realized that she hadn’t addressed her husband since the beginning of last night’s scene.  She hesitated, and then replied, “it was nice.  Thank you for asking.”“And your spa treatment.  Was it enjoyable?“Yes,” Fiona answered.“How was the masseuse’s technique?” Ian asked somewhat playfully.“Er… fine”, Fiona stammered.“Anything else you want to tell me?”, the interrogation continued.“No, nothing.  Really, nothing”Ian invited her to sit.  She took a seat in the same chair in which she had been humiliated the previous evening.  The irony of feeling like an interloper in this room was not lost on her.  The thought made her quite uncomfortable, and the sting of hurt stabbed her once again.“We need to talk about last night, Fi”, Ian began.  Fi was his endearing way of addressing her.  The change in tone from last night was noticeable.  Ian proceeded, in a kind voice.  “I know this is all a shock, and I trust it will take you some time to process it.  Perhaps it might help for me to explain.”Fiona felt her throat tighten at what she expected was coming.  Ian went on, “when we married, it was for all the ‘right’ reasons.  You are incredibly attractive.  Smart.  Professionally ambitious.  Successful.  That turned me on, and still does.  I feel you and I are intellectual equals, kindred spirits, soul mates, even.  But,” Ian paused.But.  There was always a qualifier, wasn’t there?  Fiona couldn’t breathe.  She cast her eyes downward, unable to look at Ian.“The intimacy has gone out of our relationship.  That’s entirely my fault.  At first, sex with you was exciting.  But as time went on, I realized that I needed more.  I was suppressing something central to my spirit in an effort to conform to society’s expectations.  The fact is, I’m not a man who can confine himself to one partner.  That’s when I started to stray.  I need to find other outlets for my sexual energy.  I crave the new, the different, the exciting.”He paused, waiting for Fiona to digest what he was saying.  In the space he created, Fiona suddenly looked up, tears welling in her eyes, the injury carved into her expression.  She drew as much breath as she could into her constricted lungs.“How long?  Angela, I mean?”“A little while.  Not that long.  How it happened is of no consequence.  All I know is that it was electric from first glance.  And our sexual chemistry was, is incredible.  Like nothing I’ve ever experienced.  I felt myself being drawn into something I didn’t anticipate.”