Chapter 11
They spent Sunday morning lounging around the huge house, and in the afternoon, Dominique had to leave and fly to Hollywood on business. She left her beach house to Jason and Carla and they all agreed to meet back at the Las Vegas penthouse on the following evening.
All day long, Carla talked about the underwater sex show. She had thoroughly enjoyed it so Jason suggested that they go back for an encore that night.
They took Dominique's yacht and headed out for the nightclub. When they arrived, they found that the restaurant was open, but there was no floor show. That only took place on Friday and Saturday nights.
Carla was very disappointed. She had had her heart set on seeing the wet sex action again. The waiter was very cordial, apologizing to her repeatedly. Jason saw his wife pouting and looking sad, so he ordered lobsters and a bottle of the best champagne Carla's favorite-for supper. This cheered her up a little bit.
On their way home it was obvious that Carla was still feeling bad, so Jason decided to try something else to help. He shut down the engine and stopped the boat in a patch of moonlit ocean. He went over to his wife, who was leaning against the deck rail, and lifted her short dress and pulled down her panties. Then Jason dropped to his knees and started eating her snatch.
Carla gasped. She leaned back and presented her pouting sex to Jason's probing tongue. Soon she was squirming with pleasure, glowing with her delight in the soft moonlight, and emitting tiny cries of joy.
"Oh! Ohhhh! Jason! That feels nice! Yes! Oooooooo!"
Carla suddenly grunted and grabbed her husband's head, pushing his face tightly against her quivering crotch. Jason forced his wet tongue deeply into her vagina. Carla orgasmed and Jason felt her entire body tremble with her bliss.
"Yes! YES! I'M COMMMMIIIINNNNGGGGG!!!"
Carla smiled and hummed happily all the rest of the way back, and Jason was glad his cunnilingus trick had worked.
Monday was a restful day. Jason and Carla spent the morning sunbathing and swimming in the ocean.
After lunch, they packed and got ready to go back to Las Vegas.
At four, a car arrived for them and drove them to the airport where they boarded Dominique's private plane.
They arrived at the penthouse in Las Vegas before dinner. Dominique was not home yet, but she had a telegram waiting for them as well as a meal prepared and catered.
Dominique arrived at her home at nine that evening. Jason and Carla were just lounging around, waiting for her.
"Sorry I'm late," said Dominique. "I had a late photo session to direct, and I just couldn't get out of it. You shouldn't have waited for me ... you could have gone out on the town."
"That's okay," assured Carla. "Really ... we're a bit tired and can use the rest."
Dominique fixed herself a late snack and they talked together for a while, light conversation, and then they all went to bed.
It was a mild reprise before the next adventure.
The next morning, they all had an early breakfast together.
Dominique had to work that day, but she told them that she had the rest of the week off, and she had a special surprise in store for them.
"What is it?" asked Jason.
"You will find out when it happens."
"You'll have to go some to beat The Ranch and your west coast retreat," said Jason. Dominique just smiled.
Carla spent the day shopping, while Jason went to a few of the casinos. He got back to the house before the girls and he exercised, swam and took a nap in the sun.
That evening, Dominique was exhausted and excused herself to go to her bed early again. Jason and Carla sat together on the terrace and watched the stars.
Jason smiled ... only a few weeks ago he had been sitting at his home, looking into the night sky and wondering what was out there ... what he was missing ... and now he knew.
Carla saw her husband smiling and she leaned over and kissed him tenderly. "I love you, darling," she said. "I want you to be happy."
"I am happy," he assured her. "I'm relaxed, now ... and learning to enjoy myself."
The next morning, Jason rose to find Dominique already up, dressed in her sexy bikini, and having coffee on the terrace. Jason poured himself a cup and joined her.
"We'll be leaving right after lunch," said Dominique.
"Oh? Where are we going?"
"Mexico."
Jason laughed. " Where in Mexico ... it's a big place, you know."
"Just north of Guadalajara, about a hundred miles from the west coast. There's a resort there."
"And I'll bet there's a lot of sex."
Dominique smiled.
Carla joined them, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Jason poured his wife a cup of hot coffee. "Looks like we're off again, honey. Dominique is taking us to Mexico."
"Oh ... goodie!" responded Carla.
Dominique insisted on being very mysterious about exactly where they were going and what they were going to do. Jason quizzed her all morning, but the lush blonde only smiled at him and told him to be patient.
She promised Jason that the trip was going to be very exciting, and the place they were going to was certainly fantastic beyond their wildest imaginings. These hints only made Jason more curious, as Dominique well knew they would.
"How long has it been since you and Carla had sex?" asked Dominique.
"Saturday night," answered Jason, "when we got back from the nightclub. Then Carla had an orgasm on my tongue on Sunday, and I think I heard her jacking off in the shower last night ... but I haven't gotten laid since Saturday. Why?"
"I've purposefully kept your minds off sex the past couple of days ... it hasn't been easy! But I want you both ripe and ready for the rest of the week, and what's going to happen to you. So, for the remainder of the afternoon, no matter if you're climbing the walls, don't have sex! You'll want all of your resources for tonight."
It all seemed very mysterious. Now Jason and Carla spent the rest of the day thinking about sex. It was bad when you knew that you couldn't have it.
By mid-afternoon, both Jason and his wife were so hot that they couldn't move around without fear of going off. A cold shower helped a little.
Dominique was glad to see her friends in such a state of horniness, and laughed when Carla told her how she and Jason were feeling.
"Good, darling," said Dominique. "You must be ready for tonight."
The day went impossibly slowly as the adventurers packed and made ready for the trip. Finally, five o'clock came around and Dominique's limousine arrived to pick them up. They made their way through rush-hour traffic to the airport and again boarded Dominique's jet.
As Jason was climbing the steps into the plane, he heard the captain ask Dominique, "Where to, Ms. St. Armanda?"
"To the Temple," she replied.