The Sauna Part 160

The morning came and we were greeted by the sun streaming in through the huge, two-story windows that opened onto the hillside. The fire had gone out and it was a bit cool as we sat up and the blanket fell away. Jon tucked it around me more tightly and reached for his shirt from last night. He threw it on loosely and stood up to stretch, stiff from spending the night on the floor.

“I’ll get the fire going” he offered, poking at it slightly as a few dying embers still glowed.

“I’ll make the coffee” I volunteered.

He gave me his hand and pulled me to my feet and into his arms as he kissed me good morning. It looked like a glorious day and I marveled at the color of the sky. It was a deeper blue than any skies back home and I guessed it must be the altitude.

I started the coffee and opened the refrigerator, wondering what other supplies the owner had left for us. I was delighted to see we had eggs and bacon, milk, cheese and bread and even orange juice. I pulled out the carton of OJ and poured us each a glass as I considered what to make for breakfast.

“How about French toast and bacon?” I called to Jon.

“Sounds great, babe. Is that coffee ready yet?” he called back.

“Not quite, but almost” I replied as I set out two cups and waited for it to finish.

I poured him a cup and brought it out to him along with a glass of juice which he drained immediately. The fire had finally begun to catch and I stood back and watched as Jon bent over to add another log. He hadn’t bothered to put on his pants and I was treated to a spectacular view.

“Now that’s a sight I wouldn’t mind getting used to” I giggled as he poked again at the logs.

“Wicked girl” Jon commented, but he was grinning.

He picked up the coffee mug and took a few sips, eyeing me over the rim.

“Come over here” he commanded and I could see he was sporting an erection already.

“And you call me wicked?” I teased, my eyes dropping to rest on his penis.

“I just thought you might like a little sausage before breakfast” he said with a glint in his eye.

He came towards me and I tried to back away, but he caught me and we tumbled onto the couch. He tickled me until I couldn’t breathe and I begged him for mercy. I loved it when Jon was playful and he was in rare form this morning.

“I’ll teach you what happens to wicked girls” he threatened, pinning my hands above my head.

He pulled at the blanket that I had wrapped myself in and exposed a rosy red nipple which he eyed like a starving man. I felt his breath on my flesh, tickling me further before he sucked it between his lips. I ceased all my struggling as my body yielded beneath him, my will power no match for his skillful tongue. He lifted his head and spoke softly.

“But not until after you make me breakfast” he smirked.

My eyes flew open and I began to struggle in earnest now, determined to force him to make good on his threat. He held me firmly and laughed as my eyes flashed at him, furious at being denied. This was pure torture and he was thoroughly enjoying himself now.

“You wouldn’t keep a lady waiting, would you?” I coaxed, raising my thigh to try and rub against his erection.

“What’s the matter? Are you hungry, sweetheart? Decided you want a little sausage for breakfast after all?” he asked sarcastically, stroking his cock with his free hand.

“Yeah, baby, feed me. I’m hungry” I begged.

He climbed up higher, still holding my wrists with one hand, as he rubbed the tip across my lips. I licked at the head, and tried to take him into my mouth, but he resisted and continued to tease me.

“Not until you act like a good wife and make me my breakfast first” he cackled again.

I groaned in despair and he knew he had won. I was so desperate now that I’d have promised him anything and I was grateful that all it would cost me was breakfast. I reluctantly agreed to go cook for him first and he released my hands and climbed off me. I pouted and shook my head as I stood up, ready to do my duty, but I let the blanket fall to the ground so he could see what he was missing.

“C’mere, baby, I’m not really that stubborn or that hungry” he chuckled, grabbing my hand.

I turned to face him and he pulled me onto his lap, guiding his swollen cock into my aching pussy. He’d wanted it just as bad as I did, but he wanted to tease me even more. His fingers stroked my slippery clit and I groaned with relief as I came, gripping him hard with my spasms. He wasn’t far behind as he reached for my breasts, pinching my nipples between his fingers.

“Oooohhhh…yeah” he growled as he released his load inside me.

We both giggled at the sound and collapsed on the couch in a fit of laughter, enjoying the shared relief we both felt. The games had been fun but there was no denying the fact that we both needed to get laid before we could concentrate on anything else. Jon rolled over and we both fell off the couch, resulting in another round of laughter as we lay sprawled on the floor. I finally stood up, as the giggles subsided, and Jon smacked me on the ass.

“Now will you finally make me some breakfast?” he said, trying to catch his breath.

“Yes, love, now I’d be happy to feed you” I grinned.

I wrapped the blanket around me and headed back to the kitchen and started to make the French toast. I put the bacon in the microwave to cook and poured myself a fresh cup of coffee and Jon came out for a refill. He slipped an arm around my waist and lifted my hair to one side, kissing the back of my neck.

“I love you, lady” he whispered in my ear.

“I love you too. Now go and sit down, this will be ready in a minute” I ordered, turning to kiss him.

There was nothing but tenderness in his eyes now as he looked at me and smiled. He sat down obediently and watched as I dished up the food and brought his plate over to him. He’d missed the normalcy of family life and it was deeply satisfying to him just to be here with me, having breakfast together. I could see that from the look of contentment on his face as he ate his breakfast. I had never really wanted to take care of someone the way I wanted to take care of Jon and I realized for the first time how happy it made me to do just that.

After breakfast we picked up our clothes that were scattered about the living room and began to unpack the suitcases some before taking a shower. Jon noticed that his cell phone was blinking and checked the number. It was Richie. I nodded and he played the message.

“Hey, I didn’t want to bother you guys on your vacation, honeymoon, whatever, but I just had to know how you both liked the house. Give me a call later when you’re both awake and not, uhm, busy enjoying the hot tub or each other or something” the message said and ended with a chuckle.

Jon laughed too and began to dial Richie’s number, but I stopped him. We hadn’t even gotten to see the rest of the house beyond the downstairs and I suggested we should take a tour first. I had no doubt that I would love the rest of the place and I was anxious to see the whole house. We went upstairs and found the master bedroom first.

“This is fabulous!” I exclaimed as we walked through the doorway.

The room was quite large with a king sized bed made from rough hewn pine logs. It sat squarely in the center of the room, facing the doorway, with a second stone fireplace off to the right. On the left was huge window overlooking the front of the house with a view of the pond clearly visible. There were matching pieces of furniture scattered about the room and an enormous wardrobe chest with a TV hidden behind the doors.

The master bathroom was off to the right of the fireplace and sported the prized hot tub we knew we would find. To the left of the fireplace was a door that opened onto a spacious walk-in closet with plenty of room for our sizeable wardrobes. A large chandelier made from elk antlers hung over the bed and there was an elk head mounted above the fireplace. The floor was solid knotty pine and had a plush tapestry carpet angled off center with two leather chairs beside the hearth.

“This is so perfect, I can’t believe it! There’s nothing I would change if I’d designed this myself” I said breathlessly.

As we continued our tour, I was amazed over and over again. The house was just as I imagined it would be and I began to wonder if all my fantasies weren’t somehow premonitions of what this house would look like. There were very few decorations besides the light fixtures and furniture and I began to make mental notes of things I could bring from both houses to add a more personal touch.

There were plenty of bedrooms and a third bathroom for guests and it made Jon’s house in New Jersey seem small in comparison. My house in New York would have been better described as a shoebox alongside such vastness. There would be ample room for the kids to come and stay and still room for a study or den. Jon had thought we could turn one of the rooms into a studio if I decided to paint again and I thought it would be ideal for a piano where he could write.

“Let’s call Richie now” I said excitedly after we’d explored the entire place.

Jon punched in the number and handed the phone to me. I was anxious to tell him how thrilled we both were and to thank him for helping Jon find this place. The phone picked up and I was greeted by Lainie’s voice as she answered.

“Elaine?” I asked as Jon rolled his eyes.

“Yes. Who is this?” she said, sounding startled.

“It’s me, it’s Trish. It’s good to hear your voice” I lied through gritted teeth.

I sat down wearily on the bed in the master bedroom while she went on to regale me with all of her news. Jon paced the floor as I listened to her brag about the diamond wedding ring Richie had bought her and how much she thought his parents had liked her.

“How did Ava take the news?” I asked and Jon smirked.

“She’s just a child, she’ll get used to the idea” Lainie said, sounding annoyed and quickly handing the phone to Richie who I could hear in the background.

“Hi Richie! Yes, we got in last night, but we never got beyond the first floor until this morning” I explained in response to his questions.

“Jon was dying to show you that house for months. I can’t believe he didn’t take you on a tour right away!” Richie said sounding a bit surprised.

“We got a bit, uhm, sidetracked by the fireplace” I giggled and Richie laughed, catching my drift.

“So how do you like the place now that you’ve seen it?” he wanted to know.

“Oh Richie, it’s gorgeous. It couldn’t be more perfect! It’s as though someone was in my head and had built it especially for me. I still can’t get over it” I said enthusiastically.

“Did Jon tell you about the option to buy it?” Richie asked, pleased that they’d chosen so well with only pictures to go on.

“He’s calling the realtor today after we hang up” I said as Jon grabbed the phone from my hand.

“Yeah, bro. You were right again. She loves it and I have to admit I owe you big for last night. It was the best thank you I’ve ever gotten” he grinned as he leaned down to kiss me.

“What about you, man? Is it what you’d hoped?” Richie asked him.

“It’s perfect really. I love the place and it’s private as hell. We could strut around here naked all day and no one would ever see us. We’ve got the whole side of the mountain to ourselves. Ya done good, man” Jon assured him.

“Excellent, excellent. I take it then Trish was surprised? You never even gave her a hint?” he asked finally.

“Hell, yeah. She had no idea. Hey, is everything okay with you? How’s Ava taking things? Did she get to meet Elaine before you told her the news?” Jon asked seriously.

“She and Lainie had met before we did the show in Florida, but she wasn’t too happy. She still wants me and her Mom to work it out. You know kids, but I’m hoping she’ll come around now that we’re married” he said, trying to sound more positive than he felt.

“I’m sorry, man. That’s rough. Give it time. Jakey had a hard time too” Jon said sympathetically, but he wasn’t surprised.

This stuff was toughest on kids, Jon thought to himself. And Richie hadn’t given Ava much time to get to know Elaine before springing the marriage on her. He should’ve expected that this would just make it more difficult.

“Look, let’s not talk about it now. Lainie gets upset and you guys are on vacation. Just do me a favor and enjoy yourselves and we’ll see ya in Jersey for the holidays” Richie said.

“Yeah, okay, I hear ya. Take care Rich” Jon finished and he hung up the phone.

He sat down heavily beside me on the bed and sighed. We both felt bad for Ava and for Richie too. I hoped Elaine could see past her own needs enough to try and help Ava feel comfortable. I doubted it though as everything I saw in her lately made me realize how badly I’d misjudged her in the beginning. But I wasn’t going to go down that road again. It was time to focus on me and Jon and the rest of the world would go on with or without my worrying about it.