This is Pt 4 of a multi-part series.

Despite the late-night adventures of the previous evening, Sam awoke early. The rising sun peeked through a gap in the curtains, bathing her room in a low golden light.

As she woke up, she realized that she was still completely naked. She had fallen asleep when Juan left and hadn’t bothered to put on the t-Shirt she usually slept in.

As she slowly stretched, she felt the luxurious sheets rub against her breasts. She enjoyed the little tingles it sent through her body. She smiled, as she felt her nipples harden. She wished that Alex was here. Hotel room sex was always fun.

She had always been a very sensual woman. When Alex and she had been younger their sex life had been quite adventurous. Even as things calmed down once the kids arrived, they still enjoyed each other and had sex about once or twice a week.

Thinking of making love with her husband sent a familiar wave of warmth into her belly. She closed her eyes and let her hand travel over her belly. She imagined his fingers traveling gently along her hips, snaking inside towards her bellybutton, circling it playfully.

Her other hand cupped her breast, squeezing it a little bit. She placed her hand so that her nipple rested between her middle and ring finger. As she pressed her fingers together, the setting of the diamonds on the eternity ring Alex had gifted her on their tenth wedding anniversary pierced into the sensitive flesh. The mix of pain and pleasure intensified her lust. Her other hand moved down from her bellybutton, over the trail of her pubes, to the hood of her clitoris. The nestled it between her fingertips. One, two, three quick circling motions kindled the heat of her lust. It was as if someone had blown on some hot embers, that now burst into flames. A deep sigh escaped her mouth.

Now that the fire was lit, she settled into a steadier rhythm. As she stroked her clit and labia with one hand, her other hand caressing her collarbones, cleavage, boobs and belly. She imagined her husband’s strong hands on her body, touching all the right spots, playing her body like a skillful musician his instrument after years of practice. Alex was an attentive and skillful lover. After almost 20 years together, what their love life lacked in novelty it made up for in trust and deep understanding of each other. Her husband could interpret every moan, read every tell of her body, and knew exactly how to make her scream with lust or whimper with pleasure.

She imagined him leaning over her. His broad shoulders perching over her, the loving gaze of his dark eyes fixed on hers. The foreplay had excited him to, making his dick stand up straight from his brown curly pubic hair. She imagined looking down over her breasts, seeing his narrow hips between her thighs, his rock hard cock ready to enter her. He hesitated, drawing out the moment of anticipation until it became almost unbearable. Then he would penetrate her, plunging his thick cock into her like he had done countless times. In absence of her hubby, she shoved her middle fingers into her pussy. She moaned. She was wet and sticky, her own juices mixing with Juan’s cum from a few hours ago.

Her fingertips curled upwards, caressing the most sensitive part of her pussy. While intensely pleasurable, she longed for something girthier, like her husband’s or Juan’s cock. She regretted not having taken any of her toys with her. She really could use her favorite dildo right now.

But the simultaneous rubbing of her clit and her vagina had the desired effect. Her pleasure mounted quickly, making her breath quicken and little whimpers emit from her lips. Her muscles tensed as her climax built. The images in her head began to spin, forming a kaleidoscope of all the moments of pleasure she and Alex had had together. Hours of tender lovemaking, greedy quickies, rough fucks, playful games. Sloppy blowjobs, sneaky make out sessions, shower sex and fingering under restaurant tables. That time in that hotel room in France… Her body convulsed and erupted with unbridled pleasure, as her orgasm exploded. Her whimpers and moans turned into a drawn out cry.

—

She laid on the bed, splayed, naked, panting. Sweat glistened on her upper lips and forehead. Her fingers and inner thighs glistened with her juices. What a powerful orgasm…

She covered herself with the sheet and basked in the afterglow. Slowly reality set back in. Thinking of her loving husband sent a pang of guilt through her. After all, she had slept with two other people in the last two days. What did that say about her? What would she do when she got back? Should she tell him?

Amid these confusing thoughts, she got up, hopped into the shower and got dressed. As the program for today was an outdoor team building activity, she put on the hiking skirt she had brought and a comfortable tank top.

Sam was the first at breakfast. She was happy about that. It gave her some time with her thoughts. As she was getting a second cup of tea, Jenny showed up. Standing closely next to her, she whispered mockingly: “Sounds like you got a nice morning routine going!”

Sam turned to her: “What do you mean?”

“Oh nothing. I just heard the end of your little solo performance this morning when I was coming back from my run.”

“Oh my god, you heard that?”

“Yeah babe. Sounded like you had a real good time”

Sam blushed, her cheeks on fire.

“Hey, no need to be embarrassed. You do you - literally in this case!” She laughed at her own joke.

“Were you thinking of us two nights ago?” she asked, teasing.

“No, actually, if you have to ask, I was thinking of my husband!” Sam whispered back, mockingly acting offended.

“Well you’re a lucky woman if he gets you going like that.” Her tone changed to something more serious. “Will you tell him about our little adventure?”

“I don’t know yet. That was actually what I was thinking about over breakfast.”

Sam was thankful that the rest of the team appeared at this moment. Every one had exchanged the business casual look of the last days against something more sporty. Tom’s polo shirt didn’t leave anything to the imagination. It was so tight that you probably could’ve picked out a Moskito bite on his perfect sixpack.

Mark called the team together. “Hey everyone! I’ve got some good news. I know you all miss Helen ever since she left our team. So I asked her to join us for today.” Happy cheers erupted from the other team members. “That also means that we can form two teams of three for today’s activity. Team 1 is going to be Helen, Jenny and Juan. Team 2 will be Sam, Tom and myself. The bus leaves in 15 minutes, so let’s get rolling!”

Sam was already finished with breakfast, so she quickly headed to her room to freshen up and get ready. She was glad that she wasn’t on the team with Jenny and Juan. It might’ve been a little awkward being with both the two people she had slept with in the last 36 hours.

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The hotel van took them all together to an event space called Area 52. They would be doing the Ultimate Area 52 experience, a “escape room meets obstacle course” full of “physical, mental and intellectual challenges”. The area was set in an abandoned military base, creating plenty of eerie backdrops for the backstory, something about a lab accident gone wrong and so on.

Mark gave a little speech about collaboration and trusting your teammates and how they needed to work together to beat the course. Then the two teams took off.

The next few hours flew by. They had great fun navigating the course. Tom, Mark and Sam worked pretty well as a team. Mark had the tendency to sometimes storm ahead, but his quick wit and analytical mind did solve quite a few of the rather tricky puzzles for them. Tom Was just a freak athlete, who made any physical challenge feel like a warmup. Sam contributed her dexterity and fine motor skills.

They were near the end of the course when things took a turn for the worse. This particular obstacle had them snake through a tight, pitch black, claustrophobic crawl space. Mark went first. Being slender and nimble, he moved ahead quickly. Sam and Tom were both bigger than he was, so the space was even tighter for them. Suddenly Sam heard Tom whimper. “Sam! I can’t go on. I can’t breathe!” She turned around as well as she could. “What’s wrong?” “I don’t like small spaces. This is a nightmare for me!” Tom started to panic. Sam’s maternal instincts kicked in. She crawled backwards towards her colleague. When she reached him she felt for his head and took his face in her hands. She spoke to him in the same soothing voice she used to calm down her kids. “Hey Tom, honey, listen to me. Listen to my voice. Everything is going to be OK. Trust me!” He was still moving violently. She grabbed his hand and pressed it against her chest. “Tom. Feel this. Feel my heartbeat. Feel my breath. Breathe with me. Yeah like that. Inhale. And a long, slow exhale.” She pulled herself closer to him, cradling his head against her shoulder. Slowly he calmed down. “Yeah baby. That’s it. That’s better. Nice and slow.” Sam suddenly noticed that she was talking to her colleague like a child. She also suddenly realized that his hands were a lot bigger than her kids, so Tom’s palm laid squarely on her boob. Well, that was awkward. She slowly pulled away. “Are you ok? Do you think you can make it? We’re almost there.” Tom nodded in the dark and pulled his hand from her chest. “Sorry!” “You’re ok.” They crawled forward. Soon they reached the end. Once outside, Tom threw his arms around her and gave her a bear hug. “Thanks, Sam! You saved my life in there.” Sam blushed. It was strange to see this hunk of a man so shaken. “Any time!”

“Where were you two?” Mark came towards them. “Oh, I lost my shoe in there. Took us a while to find it”, Sam sad quickly. Tom shot her a thankful look.

They moved on to the last obstacle, a climb over the wall of the compound. Then it happened. Sam slipped. She caught herself, but sprained her left hand and wrist pretty badly. She winced in pain.

“Dammit, I don’t think I can climb with one hand”

“Oh no! We’re so close to the end” Mark was exasperated.

“We can do it! Hop on!” Tom said confidently.

“Are you seriously suggesting that you want to climb this wall carrying me?” Sam was shocked.

“Sure, you’re not that heavy. You’re what? 130, 135 pounds? It’ll be fine.”

Sam laughed. “You’re flattering me. More like 155.” At 5’8” she wasn’t exactly tiny, and the mom lifestyle had added a few pounds to her body as well.

“Still, it’ll be fine. Hop on. Just hold on tight.”

He then put her on his back, her legs wrapped around his waist, and her arms over his shoulders. It was amazing to feel his toned body. Every inch seemed to consist of muscle and strength.

He then started to climb the cargo net that was draped over the wall. Sam held on for dear life, but pretty soon they were on the wall. From there they jumped into a big air cushion. They had done it!

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The other team arrived a few minutes later. Hugs and high fives were exchanged. Everyone’s cheeks were flushed with excitement and the chatter revolved around which obstacle was the hardest and which puzzle the trickiest. Only Tom was unusually quiet. Sam walked over to him, discreetly took his hand and squeezed it. Tom looked at her thankfully.

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By the time the van pulled back into the hotel driveway, Tom had found his usual sunny and braggadocious manner again. Everyone was in high spirits for the evening feast. Mark dismissed the group: “Alright everyone, see you at the restaurant in about two hours. Enjoy your time until then.”

As the group scattered, Tom called Sam: “Hey Sam, wait up!”

“Thanks for being there for me in there. And thanks for not making a big deal out of it.”

“Of course, Tom!”

“I guess you can tell that I am much better at being strong than feeling weak and vulnerable.” He looked at her.

“I can see that”, Sam laughed, playfully poking his biceps. “I mean you are just chiseled.” Then, more serious: “But I know what you mean. We all have our demons and weak spots. It’s totally ok, and I am glad I could help you.

“Is there any way I could return the favor?” Did she imagine it, or did Tom put a little innuendo into that question?

She decided to play along: “Uhm, not sure. What did you have in mind?”

“Well…” he paused. “My ex girlfriend always said I gave a mean back rub and foot massage…”

Sam chuckled. “Is that so?” So her colleague was - a - letting her know that he was unattached, and b - suggesting an activity with close physical contact. Maybe there was some innuendo… She leaned in: “I could always do with a foot massage”, she teased.

“A foot massage it is! I saw a nice bench in the herb garden. Want to meet there in a few minutes?”

“Sure” Sam chuckled.

She quickly headed to her room. She got out of her trainers, splashed some water on her face, her armpits and her feet. She smiled when she realized that her toenails were still covered with the pink nail polish she had put on this weekend. At least her feet looked presentable for a foot massage. She slipped on some sandals and headed out to the herb garden.

The spot Tom had suggested was lovely indeed. A semicircle bench, surrounded by lavender, rosemary and thyme bushes. The golden light of the afternoon sun painting a spotted pattern through the grapevine leaves. She felt transported to Italy or southern France.

Tom was waiting for her. With a grand gesture he motioned her to sit on the bench. “Welcome, my savioress. Sit down and relax”

She obliged, giddily awaiting what was to follow.

Tom sat down at an angle from her. While they were exchanging pleasantries, he held out his hand. Sam slipped one foot out of the sandal and stretched it out. Tom rested her Achilles on his thigh and went to work.

Sam sighed with pleasure. Tom had just the right touch - firm, but gentle. His warm hands stroked her calf and the sole of her foot. She suddenly felt the tenseness of her calf muscles from yesterday’s hike with Juan and today’s obstacle course. She closed her eyes, fully immersing herself in the golden warmth of the afternoon sun, the scent of the herbs around her, the rustle of the leaves and the buzz of the bees, and the heavenly touch of Tom’s strong hands. She hummed in utter relaxation. As her legs and feet relaxed, she wiggled her toes a little. Tom let out a little grunt. What was that? Was he annoyed that she disturbed the flow of his caresses? Or...? She moved her foot just a little bit further up Tom's muscular thigh. Another sound, half moan, half grunt. Sam slightly opened her eyes. She could see a very reveiling bulge in Tom’s shorts. She contemplated what she should do? She didn't want to create a scene. Given the hot-and-steamy last 48 hours, that felt more than just a bit disingenuous. And, truth be told, she kind of liked the idea that she could be a turnon for a man who could probably have his pick of women. She could just ignore it, enjoy the massage, and pretend to never have noticed anything. Or... She had an idea. She chuckled.

"Tom?" She asked, trying to sound innocent. "Could it be that my feet are turning you on just a little bit?"

Tom's strokes stopped dead in their tracks. His face blushed. "I am so sorry. I didn't mean to... I didn't... It just..."

"Relax, honey. No need to be embarrassed. As I said earlier. We all have our demons. And we all have our kinks...". She smiled mischievously. She wiggled her toes. "Keep going"

Tom squirmed. "I can't. Now that you... I..."

Sam stetched out her foot, her big toe stroking the bulge of Tom's shorts. "You mean: Now that I've noticed this?"

Tom winced and his face turned even more red. "Yeah. I mean, this is so embarrassing."

Sam kept on teasing, both with her voice as well as with her toes: "So, you have a bit of a foot fetish?"

"Yeah. Particularly feet with painted toe nails. That's a mojor turn-on for me." He looked down at her pink toe nails, as if he was looking for an excuse.

"Oh, so now this is my fault?" Sam relished teasing him. "I'll tell you a little secret. I also have a dirty little kink. And since you showed me yours, I'll show you mine. Come with me."

Sam got up, turned on her heel and walked away from him, hips swaying. Tom, dumbfounded, followed. As they walked from the garden to the hallway towards her room, Sam imagined what she wanted to do with Tom. One of her biggest kinks was watching guys jerk off. She didn't watch a lot of porn, but when she did "Solo Guys" was a category she did like to visit. Most of all, however, dhe loved watching Alex stroke his big cock in front of her. Thinking of her husband jerking off in front of her turned her on like a lightswitch. She felt blood rushing to her loins and her pussy getting wet. When they reached the door to her room, she turned around to Tom.

"Two rules: One. I am not going to sleep with you. And two. You do exactly as I say."

"Okay" replied Tom with a raspy voice.

She unlocked the door and stepped through. As Tom passed her closely coming through the door, she pushed herself against him and whispered in his ear: "Get naked!"

She moved into the room and laid down on the bed, leaning propped up against the pillows. Tom followed her. "You want me to strip for you?" he asked incredulously.

"No, just undress. And come a little closer."

He obliged, stepping next to the bed and pulling his shirt over his head. Sam bit her lip. Man, this guy was hot. Every muscle of his body was toned. His skin was smooth and tanned. His broad chest and shoulders formed a V that narrowed to a set of perfectly chiseled abs and a fine line of beach blond hair forming a trail into his shorts. Those came down as well. Under his white trunks she saw the bulge of his penis. The image reminded her of the old Calvin Klein ads with Mark Wahlberg. She bit her lip a little harder. Some of her earliest masturbations had been to those images.

She stretched out her foot again and gently rubbed the bulging trunks with her big toe. "Don't be shy, take them off". She saw his abs flex and felt his cock twitch at her touch. Her toe pulled the elastic waistband down just a little. It turned her on so much to play with him like this. She was sure that her own panties were soaking wet by now.

Tom pulled his trunks down. His cock sprang free. It wasn't yet completely hard, but his excitement was clearly building. Unlike her husband, Tom was circumsized. She had always preferred uncut dicks. The liked pulling back the foreskin and revealing the thick, bulbous head, dark from all the blood rushing to it.

In terms of size, it was nothing compared to Juan's humongous dick, and also a bit smaller than her husband's. But it had a nice shape, straight with a sligth upward curve. And the man attached to it was just so incredibly hot. She ran her toe along the length of his shaft, careful to avoid the sensitive tip. She then moved down to his ball sack and wiggled her toes against the heavy testies. Tom moaned.

"I want you to touch yourself," Sam purred. "I want you to jerk yourself off. I want you to cum on my feet". The last sentence provoked another deep grunt. "But I want you to take it slow. Mama wants to watch." As she said this, she slipped her own hand into the hiking skirt she was still wearing. Without stopping at her clit, she plunged her fingers directly into her vagina. She was soaking wet. Now it was her turn to moan.

Tom started to slowly stroke his penis, as she continued to caress his abs, inner thighs and balls with her toes. He was very hard now, and straining to not increase the pace. She herself was also rhythmically shoving two fingers into her drenched vagina and squirming from the waves of lust they caused. Very soon she felt too constrained by her panties and skirt and quickly wiggled out of them, throwing the garments aside.

As they both masturbated, Sam's desire became more greedy. She wanted to touch this cock, she wanted to taste it. She pulled her fingers out of her pussy, her entire hand wet from her juices. She sat up, grabbing Tom's cock and spreading her juices all over the shaft, his balls and most importantly, the tip. Then she took it in her mouth, as her fingers returned to her own body and continued to stroke her pussy.

Tom's cock felt good in her mouth. She tasted her own lust, his salty skin. She breathed in his musky, manly scent. She felt the tip of his cock swell under her tongue.

After a few seconds she leaned back. Her urge had been satisfied and she wanted to return to watching him. She could see that he was getting close to cumming. His labored breath, sweat glistening on his perfect pecs, his nipples hard, his butt clenching and his cock dark and veiny. She whispered: "I want you to shoot your load all over my feet"

As if these words had unleashed something, Tom let out a growl, primal and deep. His abs clenched, the veins on his forearms seemed to pop out of his body and a first rope of semen shot out of his dick and onto both of her feet, followed by another, and another, and several more.

Seeing the primal lust of his orgasm and the cum shooting onto her feet sent Sam over the edge too. Her abs clenched as she curled forward, feeling her own orgasm grip her and shake her. When the waves subsided, she leaned back, breathing heavily.

"Quite a mess you made there, sport" she said, looking at her feet. It was true, Tom had blown a huge load onto them. She pointed her foot towards him, his cum running in between her toes and over her pink toe nails. Tom stared in amazement.

"Such a pretty, tasty mess." She dipped her finger into the white liquid and lusciously licked it off. "Almost a pity we wasted it like this. Although for you, I guess,", she said, looking him straight in the eyes, "this is actually exactly where you want it to go, right?" She laughed, as she moved with her foot down from his bellybutton, over his lower abs and his now softening cock, smearing him with his own cum. Her foot twirled his now flaccid cock. "Such a pretty, kinky mess."