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on sticking to her shoulders and back. Her senses came under a completely different kind of assault this time; it was more like a reward for a job well done.
    Almost like a standing ovation, she thought as she remembered the window and the lights.
    Nudged forward out of the shower, she felt the cool tile beneath her feet and then the tight pile of the carpeting, one of them led her to lay on something soft. She surmised there were some high thread count sheets on the bed given the hotel's reputation for opulence.
    My husband and the best man from our wedding just fucked me in both ends, then bathed me like I was their pet afterwards, and I think about the thread count of the sheets. What the hell is wrong with me?
    As the reality of what transpired earlier set in, the confused jumble of conflicting feelings and anticipation of what would happen next fought a strange fight for attention in Rose’s mind. Her head sunk into a pillow and then someone arranged her bound hands above her head. Rose felt Matt's stubble tickle her face again as he kissed her deeply while she heard the sound of the shower turn on.
    Her hefty breasts settled to their respective off-centers without the loose restraint of the gown to provide them any support. Rose noticed a tinge of self-consciousness bubble up, and she wistfully longed for the days when they were a bit more perkier for him.
    The kisses weren't urgent this time; his tongue lazily explored her mouth with a slight nibble on her lower lip interspersed like delicate pauses. His thumb brushed back pieces of her damp hair stubbornly clinging to her cheek.
    "Matt," she whispered. "Can you please take off the blindfold? I want to see you." Of all the questions and things she wanted to say, that managed to pop out?
    "Hmm, I don't know if Jason would appreciate that," he said in a low voice. "His whole plan was to deprive you of senses all night."
    So this was Jason’s fantasy? I don’t know exactly how to process that.
    "Please? I think I proved my worth in that department,” she asked in what she hoped was playful; too many insecurities from the humiliating experience earlier made her doubt anything she might say.
    He pulled the damp blindfold from her eyes up to her forehead, and Rose's sight adjusted to the darkened room as her gaze fell on Matt’s almost black eyes intensely studying her. A sense of relief calmed her as his familiar features confirmed it was really Matt next to her. It was Matt who did those things to her in partnership with her husband, and positioned himself next to her on the bed, naked except for a towel loose around his hips. His hairless chest accentuated his muscle structure in stark contrast to Jason’s stocky features.
    After taking in the confirmation, she realized one of them must have turned off the main room light, as it definitely wasn't as bright as when they purposefully blinded her to the surroundings. Her eyes spied the luxurious upholstered contemporary chaise lounge against the room’s large floor to ceiling window, and her panties in a small pile not too far away from it. She found it odd that someone placed a dining chair from the suite’s living area close to the foot of the oversized king bed.
    “That still technically counts as 'on' but we'll see what Jason says when he is done with his shower," he said with a coy smile. His propped up his head on his right hand; the bulging upper arm muscles revealed he probably still regularly visited the gym. He traced the shape of her lips with his left hand’s ring finger, and she tentatively touched it with her tongue to feel the precise edge of his fingernail.
    Take me again before Jason comes back.
    "You look so different with a goatee,” Rose said as her mind flooded with old memories and fantasies. She realized the mental image she used all these years froze Matt in time, and did not match reality at all. What she saw before her now was more aged and mature, and infinitely more attractive in