Vacation For Four #1
Arrival
Claire lay next to me in our bed, drowsing lightly, ready to wake up. Bill and Rita had left two months ago, and we’d worn nothing to bed any night since. My wife of nearly thirty years was as gorgeous as she had been the first time we had seen each other naked in college, long dirty blonde tresses that were now splayed across our pillows, full and generous breasts and hips, flat tummy, and golden brown pubic thatch, the color of a lightly toasted marshmallow, and twice as sweet. She was exquisite, and very talented at lovemaking.
I’d known why throughout the years, but finally experienced it with two of her old lovers, one an almost-petite redhead who had bedded my wife a few times, and the other a blue-eyed guy who had been schooled in erotic congress by her and Rita. I’d been brought into their little circle at the end of September, much to my pleasure and theirs. Everything about the weekend was wonderful, and I’d had my first threesome, and my first foursome, sampling all of their delights myself.
It was a Saturday morning, so I happily didn’t need to get out of bed yet. My cock was waking up, too, and I turned on my side, looking over at Claire, stroking myself, getting hard for her. I leaned over and kissed her breast, and trailed my tongue to her nipple, which I took into my mouth and sucked, lightly at first. Moving my hand from my erection to her pussy, I ran my fingers over the lush blonde curls there, and burrowed into the warmth there.
She was wet almost immediately, and sleepily spread her thighs to give me better access. First one, then two of my fingers slipped inside, moving in and out of her while she moved on towards full wakefulness. Her right hand moved from her tummy to my cock, and felt the rigid flesh there. “Mmm, good morning, baby…”
“Good morning yourself. You’re very wet…”
She turned fully on her back, opening her eyes finally. “Care to see how deep that goes? Think you’re ready to wake me up…?”
I was, and rolled over on top of her. Her practiced fingers slid the swollen head of my dick right to the entrance of her cunt, then slid it up and down her slit, moistening both of us before we started. The warm pussy juices were, as always, the perfect lubrication, and as soon as she withdrew her hands I moved my hips forward, penetrating her all the way, sliding between her labia into the wonderful warmth, deep inside.
This was the fourth time in the last three days we had made love. Over the past two months, we had been all but insatiable. Those adventurous four days had absolutely transformed and invigorated our sex life, and Claire promised weekly that they would visit again, perhaps soon. The thought of that happy reunion had us both yearning for our next foursome, and a wondrous variety of threesomes and couplings.
My thrusts were slow to begin, and we were both satisfied with that for the moment. Her head leaned back into the pillow, and she started to rhythmically tighten the walls of her vagina, squeezing my cock, urging us onward to our eventual climaxes. We began to groan in time to my thrusts, building patiently to exploding orgasms. I brought my face down to her tits and kissed both, not quite able to reach the nipples.
“Hold on… Pull out for a sec…” I knew what she had in mind, and freed my cock from her wet cave, still quivering and erect. Claire lifted her legs to her chest , tightening her twat. “Put it back in, baby…”
Now she was wet and tight, and it felt like I was playing a violin with my cock, sliding across tightly stretched strings. She knew what she liked, and knew I liked it too.
“Fuck me hard, baby… I want to feel that hard cock inside me, fucking me…” She had always been very verbal in bed, not just with me, and it was one more thing I loved about my wife.
Pistoning hard now, I knew I was close, and heard the slapping of our groins with each thrust into her waiting cunt. Claire’s eyes were closed, clenched shut, and she started to chant, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuckme fuckme fuckme, oh fuckme hard baby fuck me fuckme!” Her voice was rising and I was ready to shoot my load any second.
Suddenly, I knew I was about to make it. “I’m cumming…,” I gasped, helpless in the moment to stop it.
She grabbed my arms, pulling me further into her. “Oh, god, baby, please cum inside me, fill my pussy, fill it, fill me up…”
“Fuck… Fuck!” My semen boiled forth, and I filled her pussy with every single drop, still humping her even as my orgasm began to wane. Thick white cum worked its way out of her, sloshing around my still plunging column, and at last I withdrew, collapsing back on my side of the bed. Claire put her mouth around my dick immediately, cleaning away all of my cum, lapping it up, before climbing on top of me, and kissing me with cum still on her breath and in her mouth.
I love my wife very, very much.
Afterwards, we took a shower together, then ate breakfast in the living room. The valley was shrouded in snow. Christmas was less than three weeks away, and we had already finished most of our shopping. Settling in on the loveseat, we watched the snowflakes drift down onto the deck and coat the trees in front and below us. The summit of Mount Rainier was concealed by clouds, and we could just make out the very bottom of its glistening snowcap.
Later, we would probably head out to the deck and soak in our hot tub, reveling in the steamy water as the snow fell on our heads and shoulders, the dichotomy very arousing, and probably leading to another lovemaking session right afterwards. Our weekends were lazy in one respect, very busy in another.
Claire turned and kissed me, then got up off the seat next to me. “Have one last gift to make arrangements for.” She lifted her sweater for a moment, flashing her full, luscious breasts at me before pulling the woolen fabric down again. She was braless, and her generous tits danced before me. “Wait for me?” She headed off to our bedroom, and, against my first inclination, stayed put, for several minutes.
After a few minutes she came out, brandishing pages, full-color pictures and text plainly visible, but not the contents. “It’s all set, baby!” She gave me a Cheshire Cat smile. “Rita says hi, by the way…”
“Hi, back. What’s ‘all set’, babe?
“Our Christmas gift to ourselves.” She resumed her spot on the loveseat and snuggled in close, and showed me the papers. I looked over them with rising interest.
“Scandals?” I’d heard of it, a swingers’ resort, adults only of course. The only broadcast ad they had shown had been banned almost immediately last year, packed with provocative images that ended just short of lewd and explicit. Billed as “all you can eat” for more than the endless buffets, it was an all-inclusive party for horny adults, a couple thousand a week per person.
“I had to arrange travel, and co-ordinate our arrival with Rita. And Bill. They’re splitting a room, but made it very clear they’re willing to share everything else. We fly out in mid-January, and stay for a week of sun and fun, fucking and sucking.” Claire looked indecently pleased, and she was filling my head with further indecency.
She plucked the papers out of my hands and neatly stacked them before setting them on our coffee table, then she straddled me. “Just think, hot tropical nights and a choice of three mouths, two hot and willing pussies, and an additional cock for our pleasure.” She slipped her sweater off, and then sat straddling me, naked from the waist up, her magnificent breasts and pink nipples pressed up to me.
I slipped her sweatpants off her, one leg at a time, along with her panties, and felt her hot, wet slit against my sweatpants. The moisture began to soak through; she had been almost perpetually horny since Rita and Bill had left, just like me. Their presence had been an incredible aphrodisiac, and the promise of seeing them again was almost as potent. She kissed me hungrily, as if we hadn’t fucked ourselves awake a short time ago, and I lowered my lips to one of her breasts, sucking hard as the delicate pink nipple curdled with desire, while I spread her ass and pussy with my hands.
She gasped and pushed her pussy firmly into my lap, humping my cock through the thick fabric, which had recovered from before and was ready to plunge inside her again. Claire managed a breathy moan. “You’re in, right?”
As if I wouldn’t be…
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After the flight landed on the island, I discovered Claire had arranged a puddle-jumper so we could avoid the bumpy hour-long ride from the airport to the resort. We were greeted at the grand iron gates at the front of the resort by an olive-skinned beauty in little more than a grass mini-skirt and a smile, who got us a porter to bring our bags up to the room, and led us to the registration desk. All of the visible staff here were women, all dressed identical to our hostess at the gate, and all were stunning examples of physical beauty.
It’s a reflection of Claire’s character that she didn’t blush, and even pointed out a few of the choicest young women to my admiring eyes. The gal helping us had skin tanned to an even shade of chestnut, with her breasts as well sunned as the rest of her, and when she bent over to grab a guest bag, I saw her firm, toned buttocks were the same shade. I wondered whether she wore anything off the job. Her teeth were brilliant white, perfectly straight, and she welcomed us to Scandals.
Several signs, most very playful in design and intent, decorated the path to the bungalows. The first warned a bit cheekily that nudity was expected and approved. The next one advised us to be on the lookout for any outdoor sexual activity, and to feel free to watch, or be watched. The third was more serious, broad yellow letters on a wooden board the same shade as our hostess’ skin, stating, “No means NO!” Smaller letters, in a pleasing ochre, clarified, “Yes means probably!”
Claire and I crossed past the pool, and saw several combinations, couples, threesomes, and one well-tanned lass in a straw hat and sandals, with nothing on the gorgeous real estate between them, seated in a lounge chair, surrounded by four lucky men, two buck naked and the other two with shorts at their ankles, all four with erect dicks saluting in her direction. Her hair was a lustrous, shiny black, almost like velvet, falling to her waist, swaying as her head bobbed, sucking each lucky cock in succession. She was an expert tease, moving to the next man in line seemingly just before their orgasms. She looked up into the eyes of each one as she worked her tongue and lips along his shaft, gazing soulfully into theirs, making each blowjob his and his alone, despite the presence of other erections near to hand.
Claire stopped and watched for a while, licking her lips, and I heard her sigh with desire several times. Bracing herself with one hand on an adjacent table, she slipped her clothes off, continuing to watch raptly, cradling them in her arm. “May as well get comfortable, hon,” she told me without looking away from the multiple blowjobs. After the first couple of men came, shooting ropy white strands onto the brunette’s face and full, dark tits, Claire took my elbow and steered me towards our building, walking by my side, naked but for her sandals. I noticed several pairs of eyes, male and female, follow her with appreciation and obvious interest.
Inside our room, she threw her arms around my neck and hugged me close. “My kind of place. Reminds me of my junior year in college.” I reminded her we were dating in her junior year, and she grinned slyly. “Not the whole year…” She stepped over to the phone, and called the front desk to see whether Bill and Rita had arrived. I watched her dial while I stripped out of my clothes, letting the hard-on that had arisen on the way to the room spring up from its previously uncomfortable angle. Claire saw, and gave me a nod of approval.
I went over to her, hard and ready, and lifted her onto the edge of the credenza, facing me with the phone still in her hand. While she waited for the desk to answer, I spread her legs, displaying her golden brown bush, and the glistening pink slit just beyond it. She started to cover the receiver, but before she could I was already inside her, slipping my cock into the moist, musky pussy. Claire sat higher than our bed and lower than our kitchen counter at home, so the angle of entry took some additional work. Now on hold, she closed her eyes as she felt me make my way inside her, exhaling slowly with my penetration.
I heard a tinny voice through the earpiece, which had fallen carelessly away from Claire’s ear. “Front desk?” I pulled partway out and thrust forward suddenly, going all the way in, and she bit back an ecstatic groan while giving our friends’ names. Through my next three thrusts, Claire kept her voice level, though I could hear her straining against the orgasmic moans caught in her throat. Her face was radiant in the glow of our first island lay. Pulling her towards me, I lifted her off the credenza, and hoisted her ass in the air, letting my hands do all the work of moving her on my pole. Her legs found their way behind my thighs, and she put one of her arms around my shoulder for more leverage and support. The phone stayed gripped in her right hand, close to her ear.
With remarkable poise and calm, considering how hard I was thrusting into her, she got her answer about Bill and Rita, then thanked them and rang off. She immediately dropped the phone on the carpet with a soft thud, and put her other arm around me. Throwing her head back, she moaned to the ceiling, “Fuck me, baby…” I wondered how many people fucked while on the phone here, and how much the front desk staff actually heard on those calls. Most, and plenty, I was sure.
Her moans, unfettered and rising in an erotic crescendo as I pumped her blonde pussy, hurried me on to my own orgasm. Claire leaned into me and flexed her hips, adding her motion to that of my hands lifting her ass as I thrust even faster. My cock quivered, and I felt the delicious sensation as I filled her hole with my cum, and I slowed down gradually, hearing the sloshing sound of my semen and her pussy juices mixing and running down out of her.
Gingerly, I moved her up and off me, and helped her get first one, then the other, leg down to the floor, and she kept her arms around my neck, pulling me down to kiss her. After a long, sensuous joining of our lips, she pulled a little away and whispered in my ear, “Thank you. Watching that quartet of blowjobs got me so hot. Looks like it did for you, too. Thank you!” Retreating a step or two, she grinned at me. “Baby, they’re here, just a few minutes ago.”
It was clear why she’d wanted our first resort lay to be just between us, privately, before we exchanged ‘party favors’ with anyone else. Still holding her, I said, “We should look around the suite first, then invite them in.”
Claire smiled wickedly. “Let’s clean up a little first. Unless you think the scent of our mingled juices and cum would be a welcome aphrodisiac for them.” I demurred, and we took a quick shower with only a little making out. This was going to be a wonderful week in paradise.
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Once we were dried off, we took in our surroundings. The shower had no door or curtain, just a pair of waist-high walls on one side and a wide entry. The floor to ceiling windows had shutters on them, easily moved out of the way for those outside. Claire joked that the bathroom was large enough for entertaining, and I agreed wholeheartedly, picturing the four of us enjoying the nice warm spray from the twin rainfall showerheads, and six side sprayers. There was even a handheld showerhead I could think of a couple of uses for.
The sitting room was separate from our bed chamber. The small refrigerator, filled with drinks and some small snacks, was within easy reach of the bed, and both main rooms had sliding doors that led out onto our covered deck and hot tub, as well as sliders between going into the short hall the bathroom was off of. We were on the second floor, and had a clear view of two hot tubs and one of the pools. In the pool six sexy women were bent over the rigid cocks of men sitting in a line on the shallow end of the pool. All of them were completely naked, except for the occasional sunglasses or hat, and all were covered in tanning oil or sunscreen.
Looking more closely, I noticed that the sixth recipient in the row, on the far end, was a woman with a deep, all-over tan, middle-aged like my Claire, with smaller breasts, and she was leaned back to give her partner of the moment better access to her pussy. As I watched, she spread her legs a little further, and leaned back, eyes blissfully closed, silently moaning. The woman going down on her had hair that was a striking, exotic platinum, and she was slender and pale glistening with sunscreen, and happily enjoying performing a very public cunnilingus next to the five equally public blowjobs.
Claire noticed at the same time I did, and sighed, her desire plain. “I understand they have a great pool filtration system…” Her words were innocent enough, but I knew she was thinking about what it would be filtering, and how to give it more to filter.
The last detail I noted was the door in our bedroom, on the wall between our room and the next one. Standard hotels had the shared entry in the main living space, but the resort was anything but standard.
Our friends were in the room next to ours, and I made as if to open the passage, but Claire put her hand on mine. “Let’s use the door in the hall, my love. This one later.” I agreed.
Stepping out naked into the hall was unsettling at first. Walking around naked for all to see was a new experience, and I’d half-expected to be surrounded by perfectly shaped bodies of both sexes, which would have been a little daunting and embarrassing. Throughout the resort, many of the bodies were indeed beautiful or handsome, but none incredibly so, and a few looked downright ordinary and, more importantly, comfortable.
Claire rapped her knuckles on the door, and it flew open. Rita stood there in a pair of panties, and I guessed we had interrupted her undressing. She was clearly pleased we were naked, and gave Claire a big hug and a brief kiss, then did the same to me, her tongue darting into my mouth for a quick ‘hello’ in front of Claire, who clearly didn’t mind. Her tan had faded slightly in the past two months, but not enough to blur the twin distinctions of her creamy, untanned breasts and pussy. “I missed you both,” she whispered in my ear, then stepped away, squealing with delight as she slipped her panties off.
Bill was there, of course, slipping off his socks last. His cock, thick and long, dangled between his legs, and my breath caught in my throat. Since his divorce, he’d released his inner bisexual Kraken, and it had been his and my morning tryst late last summer that had led to his return to our home in the Pacific Northwest, and Rita’s joining us, a couple of months later. I admired his body openly, and he returned the attention, before lifting one hand to mimic a phone, and mouthed, “Suck me later?,” arching his eyebrows seductively.
I nodded, eager to experience that particular set of sins again, with both gorgeous women watching us. Our sexual odyssey at the house had been eye-opening for me, and I was eager to share my wife with either or both of them. My first threesomes and foursome had been with these two and my wife, and Rita had shared my bed most of the weekend, while Bill and my wife got reacquainted for the first time in years.
We chatted easily about their flight and the bumpy road they had ridden on to the resort, but it was just a cover, a prelude to the intimate delights we fully intended to enjoy again with each other, and possibly new playmates. Claire and I were aware of their enthusiastic desires for the vacation to fully begin, and decided to go down to dinner together.
The restaurants required clothing for all meals, so we changed into shorts and shirts, or, in the case of the women, bikini tops. We got in line for the authentic Caribbean seafood restaurant, and noticed that most of the other women wore bikini tops, but one or two sported sheer cover-ups, with no top underneath, and I made a note to pick up one apiece for Claire and Rita.
The wait was only a couple of minutes, and we were early enough that there were many tables to choose from. The tables were spread out with plenty of space between, and the ones for couples lined the perimeter of the dining area. The remainder were for six or more, and two huge round tables sat in semi-private alcoves, with chairs for twelve. We took one of the six-seaters; half the couples’ tables were taken, but we were feeling very sociable anyway. I held Claire’s chair for her, and she settled in happily. Bill sat on the other side of her, and I grabbed the other one by her side. Rita slid into the remaining one by me, leaving space for a couple to join us if they wished.
Just after the hors d’oeuvres came to the table, consisting of tempura seafood and shrimp cocktails, another couple walked up to the table, and asked whether they could join us. The man was thickly muscled, roughly shaped like a fireplug, with dark features and jet black hair. His moustache was well-trimmed, and it look like he had shaved just before coming down for dinner. He wore a very loud Hawaiian shirt, a brilliant cobalt blue, which, upon closer inspection, displayed women in various states of undress reclining in martini glasses or wrapped passionately around palm trees or each other.
All eyes in the room, however, were drawn to his companion. Claire and I immediately recognized her from watching the pool earlier. Her hair was platinum blonde and hung just past her shoulders. Her features were exotic, and she smiled in welcome, as if we were joining her at their table, not the other way around. An aqua sarong was knotted at one hip, and I couldn’t tell if there was anything beneath it. Her breasts were firm and petite, barely concealed by the matching sheer wrap she wore around her shoulders. Her face was the kind that was young until it would someday suddenly become old. She could be in her twenties or fifties, or anywhere in between.
The man spoke first. “I’m Sam, and this is my wife Sam.”
She smiled regally as she pulled out her own chair. “He loves to say that. It’s Samuel,” nodding to her right, “and I’m Samantha.”
Unruffled, Claire rose slightly and offered her hand, which the female Sam took in a friendly flourish, shaking it twice before sitting down next to Bill, who I saw was admiring every one of her curves. We made our introductions and settle back onto our chairs.
Claire grinned. “We noticed you earlier. We caught your show poolside.”
Samantha looked back at her, a mild expression on her face. “Good. We love this place, and love to let our hair down.” She shook her silvery mane in emphasis. “We noticed you first.” Claire squinted for a moment, and Samantha forged onward. “Samuel was one of the men Sarah was blowing. I saw you strip your clothes off after watching, and we just had to meet you. We thought you looked fun.” I found myself wondering about the mysterious fellatrix Sarah, more than Samantha’s definition of fun.
She turned to Bill and touched the back of his hand. “Would you like to join your wife and us in the hot tub?” I suspected that Claire by herself would have been just fine, with or without anyone else present.
Bill chuckled. “I’d love to, but we’re not married. The guy on the other side is her husband.”
Samuel turned to Samantha. “You’re right! They are fun!” His voice was Mediterranean and vaguely aristocratic, certainly well off if they were regulars.
Rita finally spoke, putting her hand on my arm. “He’s also great in bed! They both are…”
Samantha grinned broadly. “So, all four of you are…together? How…modern.”
Over dinner, the Two Sams regaled us with tales of their prior visits, twice annually over the past six years. He was particularly detailed about his successful pursuit of various iterations of pussy here, and, he emphasized, only here. One of his stories involved five women, a hot tub, and pink champagne on ice. Another was a replay of Sarah, apparently another regular, involved in a threesome with the two of them. They used the regular trips to add plenty of spice to their lovemaking, indulging their whims and sinful desires, and barely keeping their hands and other parts off each other the months in between.
Samantha averred that she sometimes joined, sometimes watched, depending on her mood, and she clearly enjoyed doing both. She was openly bisexual, which Claire had already noted, and was open to anyone, but only a certain type of anyone, in her bed or inside her pussy. Rita and my wife looked at her with renewed appreciation, while Bill and I also ogled her appreciatively. Her smoldering gaze hinted that any one or all of us might be the beneficiary of her attentions, separately or together.
Dinner was delicious, and very pleasant. It felt like we were all old friends and lovers by the time we were done with dessert. The sun had set about halfway through, and the stone paths were decently lit by Tiki torches, all the shade of burnished mahogany, their flaming crowns lighting the way. Claire took my arm, and Samantha the other, much to both our surprise. Rita walked in between Samuel and Bill, arms linked ahead of us.
Samantha leaned forward as we walked, and said, “Claire, do you mind my joining you? I don’t want to jump in without getting your approval.”
Claire giggled. “Depends, Sam. How good are you in bed?”
With what I guessed was her best sultry voice, “Which one of you is asking? And, I don’t hear many complaints; my companions are usually passed out after.”
“Maybe both of us?” I glanced over at Claire, who nodded at me.
Samantha reached down and ran her hands over my rear end. Despite my shorts, I could feel her firm, warm touch on me, and my heart quickened at the intimate contact. “What I like to do after dinner is walk down to the beach and watch the moon rise. Of course, it’s a new moon, so we’ll have to make do with other moons…” She steered us toward the water, and a warm tropical breeze, thick, warm and humid, caressed our skin.
Near the water’s edge, Sam stopped and removed her wrap first, then the sarong, and stood naked before us. She was trim and athletic, firm tummy and tits, and Claire and I noticed the other detail at the same time. Before we could say anything, Samantha spoke.
“My hair is naturally black and white. Weird genetic bullshit, but salt-and-pepper hair looks awful on a naked woman, especially her bush. In high school, the other girls nicknamed me Piebald. Showering after gym was sheer hell, made me so self-conscious. Dyed my hair platinum in college, and started shaving my pussy when dying it turned out to be a little painful.” She stepped up to us, kissing me first and then Claire. “Who wants my help getting naked first?”
Claire moved Sam’s hands around to her back. Sam tugged on the bow, and the top came free, Claire’s sexy tits escaping from their bounds. Before the top hit the sands, Sam’s hands unbuttoned the shorts, and slipped them down off her buttocks, past her thighs to her ankles. Claire stepped out in only her sandals. “Your turn, baby.” My wife slipped my polo shirt off of me, and I whipped my own shorts down.
I started for the water, but felt a hand on my arm, gently restraining me. It was Sam. “You know we have to wait to go into the water.”
“We ate more than a half-hour ago, Sam.”
She ran her hand again over my buttocks, now unadorned with anything, and stepped again in front of both of us, leaning in so her breasts, cool and firm, were on both our chests. “We’ll swim afterwards to rinse ourselves off.” She started to kneel, and took our hands, guiding us down on either side of her. I was already hard, and the breeze conspired with my natural horniness, making me even more aware of the two beauties here on the fine, silky sand.
Sam reached for Claire’s pussy, I noticed with some disappointment, then took my erection in her hand. We both leaned forward, hands reached out to her, and she shook her head. “Not yet. Let me see which one is the most fun…” The light from the torches was faint, but I could see her lips curl in a roguish leer. “Of course, I’m not going to tell you ahead of time what I mean by fun.”
Sam shifted to a kneeling position between us, and we lay back onto the still warm sands, which shifted under our buttocks and backs. Holding hands, we waited for our new friend to do what she wished with us.
I heard Claire’s soft “oh” and saw Sam caress her breast, leaning down to kiss and suck her left, then her right, in turn. Her other hand ran down my side and up my belly to my throat, and then up and down my body, playing me like a Stradivarius. Her cool fingertips, brushing against the hairs of my chest and on my skin, were unthinkably erotic, a tantalizing touch, and she moved to my flanks, then down my hips, before returning up the inside of my thighs, feathery and sexy.
At the same time, I heard a sudden intake of air to my right. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sam doing much the same thing to Claire, whose back was slightly arched, tense with erotic energy waiting to be released. Sam’s fingers drifted down to my hard-on and Claire’s golden pussy, running her fingertips and palms delicately, slowly over them. My cock jumped at her fingers, and she smiled at me; I wondered which one of us was best meeting her definition of “fun”.
I felt myself getting lost in the feel of the wind and her hands on my body, my hard-on straining, ready to plunge inside her or Claire at the first hint of willingness. My breathing was alternately deep and shallow, directed by the whim of her fingertips. An occasional kiss landed on me in seemingly random spots, my belly, my shoulder, my thigh, and I made myself relax, while listening to Claire experience the same thing.
Now I felt Sam cradling and stroking my balls, and it looked like she was doing the same to my wife’s pussy lips, gently stroking and awakening them. Claire and I moaned at the same moment, and her grip on my hand tightened perceptibly. Glancing up at Sam, her face was a beautiful mixture of serenity and lust. Her breathing was deep, slightly trembling when she inhaled, and I knew she was getting off on it too.
Still kneeling, she bent nearly double at her waist, and leaned into my wife’s lush pubes, while extending her tongue tip, then gently working it along her slit; at least, that’s what it looked like. Claire moaned again, this time louder, and gripped my hand fiercely. Sam sat this way for an eternity, her only accompaniment the sounds of the surf, and Claire’s rising groans of ecstasy. Her fingers were still working in Claire’s pussy, and trailing along my hard-on.
Suddenly, Sam stopped, and turned to me without shifting her position otherwise. Her face descended like a sunset, and I felt her tongue, then her mouth, creeping along the length of my dick, playing it like a delicate flute. She continued, and I lost all sense of time, fighting not to shoot my load, even when she opened her mouth and took me all the way in, so slowly she might have been a statue or a goddess. Her lips were at my pubes when she stopped and sat up, setting my cock free by inches as she uncurled from her position.
She smiled and moved effortlessly to lying on her stomach between us, one arm around each, before giving us each a peck on the cheek. “You’re both fun. Usually one or both climaxes before the finish.”
I reached over to stroke her back with my fingertips. “And you choose the one who didn’t cum?”
Sam laughed. “Hell, no! I choose whichever one I want to when I’m done.”
“What the hell do you do for a living, Sam?” Claire’s voice was thick with longing and relaxation, and it sounded as though she was waking up from a wonderful dream.
“Certified masseuse and yoga instructor. The position I just used is called balasana, and I know quite a number of others you may be lucky enough to experience.” She winked, then looked at both of us, and I found myself hoping we would. “I have a number of sexual maneuvers in my repertoire, and I enjoy sharing them with the worthy.” She brought one, then the other, knee under her, and rose smoothly to her feet, offering her hands to us. When I stood, I felt as if I’d run a marathon, weary and momentarily weak. From the look on Claire’s face, she felt much the same, wavering slightly on her feet.
Sam turned towards the ocean, and took our hands. “Let’s hit the water!” She ran, and we kept up with her, barely. Once the waters were at her knees, Sam released our hands and dove in, slicing through the surface and coming up about twenty feet out, then rejoined us in the shallows. The warm ocean waters were soothing and invigorating, and Claire embraced me, kissing me soundly as the surf roared around us. “Thank you for saying yes to coming here!”
Samantha joined us, and our joyous three-way hug turned quickly into lingering kisses and our hands all over each other. Claire dropped to her knees and started kissing Sam’s bare pussy, much to both their pleasure. Sam leaned into me, bracing herself, and kissed me while my wife licked her twat. After a few minutes, Sam stopped and stepped away, still holding our hands.
“Let’s go inside. My room. If we’re lucky, my Sam and your friend Bill are enjoying Rita, and we can watch, or join in.” Either sounded wonderful, and Claire looked eager to find out too.
Gathering our clothes took a little longer than I expected. A stray gust captured Claire’s top when she plucked it out of the sand, and we all gave it a merry chase before rescuing it from the surf. After a few minutes, we were all dressed, and headed past the restaurant, which looked ready to close for the night, to the second building, passing the one we were in.
In the elevator, Sam stripped again the minute the doors closed, and urged us to do the same before the doors opened. We did, and strode out into a small collection of people, maybe a dozen, mingling before the elevator, apparently waiting to head down, maybe to the bar, maybe to the beach or hot tubs. My cock was still thick and semi-hard from our erotic play on the beach, and I noticed a couple of the women there admiring the sight, as I admired their attention. Even more eyes, male and female, lingered on Claire and Samantha. Two of the other women’s privates were fully shaved, and another two sported shaped bushes, though none had the striking platinum hair Sam did, above or below.
We walked down to her room, conscious of the number of stares we were receiving. Making a show of producing her key from her bundle of clothes, Sam kissed me very passionately, and the hoots of delight doubled when she did the same to Claire, then ushered us inside, shutting the door after she waved to the now-eager crowd.
The lights were already on, and Samuel was there with Bill and Rita. The two men, sitting naked on the loveseat, waved, but Rita was faced away from the door, and far too occupied with the blowjobs she was giving to notice us. Their suite looked the same as ours, but as a mirror image, bedroom on the right instead of the left. Samantha strode over to Samuel and bent over the armrest, kissing him as if she had just come home from shopping instead of edging us on the beach. She then leaned over and kissed Rita on the cheek, and murmured something we didn’t quite catch. Rita turned her head and smiled wickedly at her, then turned back to sucking Bill.
Striding to the bedroom, Samantha tossed her clothes on a waiting chair, and we did the same. She pulled off the covers and lay back in the middle of the bed, comfortably spread out, waiting for us to join her. “I’m choosing you both… I assume you’ve enjoyed a threesome before.” We told her we had, omitting that my wife’s experiences predated mine by nearly three decades and many additional instances.
Claire spoke first, as we took up positions on either side of her. “Door open?”
“Of course,” she answered levelly. “Much more fun if Sam can watch. If he wants to…”
I spoke next. “How do you want us, Sam?”
She patted both sides of the bed. “Next to me for now.” We took up spots on either side of her; the bed was wider and longer than a regular king-size mattress, and I suspected often accommodated more than two or three.
Samantha looked into my eyes first. “You’ve been dying to ask me since dinner. Ask.”
Any number of questions rose to my lips, but I wasn’t sure which one, then I was. “Where are your parents from?”
“I knew it!” Her eyes danced with satisfaction and mirth. “Everyone wants to know, and I never tell until they’ve earned the right to ask. Norwegian mother and Korean father. One of my college boyfriends was a part-time poet, said I looked ‘ethereal’, in part because of my platinum hair, I’m sure.” In the light, I was able to really see her eyes, and they were a pale ice blue.
“Not contacts, I take it…”
“No, these are my real eyes and, except for the color, my real hair. Real tits and pussy, too. Every inch of me is real, and I really want both of you right now.” She turned first to me and closed her pale eyes, opening her mouth for a long, unhurried kiss, longing and passionate, cool and red-hot. Claire moved in behind her, and kissed along her back, reaching to caress her breasts, cupping and stroking them. Samantha and I had our hands on each other’s asses, and my cock was erect, ready to plunge inside her.
We made out like that for a while, whatever sounds we made not quite drowned out by Rita’s orgasm. I was curious what they were doing that she loved so much, but nowhere near as interested as I was in our little trio.
Samantha turned over, seeming to float over the bed she moved with such grace, and now her kisses and caresses landed on my wife, like rose petals or snowflakes. Stroking both their hips, I then moved my mouth along Sam’s spine, down to her trim buttocks, kissing them and trailing my tongue over them. One of her hands left my wife’s body to cradle my face, touching my cheek with what I could best describe as fondness, before moving back up Claire’s side.
Both women studiously kept their hands off my cock. Samantha seemed to have a plan, or at least a desire, in keeping me erect as long as possible, and Claire followed her lead. I felt like I was headed for my first case of blue balls since high school, but I gamely kept going, knowing things were going somewhere, since Sam had said she wanted us both.
At long last, the orgiastic sounds subsided in the living room, after I heard Bill and the other Sam cum, likely, almost certainly, from Rita’s oral skills. The three of them were panting and chatting in low, relaxed voices on the couch, and I pictured Rita wiping semen off her face and body with a finger, or more than one, and bringing it to her mouth to sample and swallow.
Our Sam said, very quietly, “I’m going to show you another asana.” At my confused look, she explained, “Yoga pose. Yoganidrasana.” We moved to the sides of the bed, leaving plenty of room in the middle for her to arrange herself. She lay on her back, closing her eyes, apparently gathering some kind of inner reserves. I had expected her to concentrate, but if she did, her focus was utterly serene, and she visibly relaxed.
On her back, she lifted her left leg, bent slightly, and stretched, bringing it up and back, until her shin was over her face. Her left arm snaked over it, and her calf came to rest behind her head, held in place by her arm. Eyes still closed, tranquility filled the room, and Claire and I watched in awe. She repeated the feat with her right leg, her right arm holding it in place, slipping the other leg behind her head to join its mate. Her ankles crossed behind her head, an incredible feat of flexibility.
Eyes still closed, she whispered. “Put your cock inside me. Slowly…” I moved down to her ass, and laid my erection on her slit. I wanted to pound her furiously, shooting my load inside her so desperately, but her calm suffused the room, and I moved my hips, centering myself at her hole, and used my fingers to guide my glans just past the opening. I gasped; she was incredibly taut, slippery and warm, and I filled her inch by inch, watching her face transform from serene to joyous in easy stages.
“Oh, that’s it… Now, fuck me slowly…” Her command was quiet, gentle, but no less a command, and I began rocking inside her, watching her hips descend and ascend with each languid thrust, more a tender passage through her gates, and I shuddered with the effort of holding back. Sam’s eyes opened dreamily. “Perfect…,” she breathed, and her eyes flickered shut again in angelic rapture, her hips rocking downward with each of my inward strokes.
Claire had moved at some point, kneeling beside us, and stared in open-mouthed wonder at the sight of me inside our new friend. Drawn in by the silence in the room, she uncaged her next words, letting them slip out into the air between us. “Fuck, baby, that is so hot.” Her right hand had wandered down to her own pussy, and she fingered herself absently, mesmerized by the incredible vision before her. She was as aroused as I’d ever seen her, and I wanted to seize her, hold her next to me and suck hard on her nipples, but I was caught in Sam’s spell, too. All I could manage was turning to her and mouthing a silent “I love you” to her. My wife, hand still stroking her twat, mimed the same words back.
“Claire.” Samantha’s voice was sure and quiet, and irresistible. “Claire,” she repeated. “Put your pussy over my face. Squat on your haunches, and let me taste you.” My wife carefully moved to the headboard, balancing with her hands, and spread her legs, knees far to the side, her gorgeous cunt and clit displayed, and settled just over Sam’s face. I heard Claire’s sudden intake of air; Sam’s mouth rose as I moved all the way inside her.
We stayed in that position for what seemed like forever, a living, breathing, fucking sculpture. Each of my careful thrusts moved Sam’s hips downward, elevating her face, pressing it into my wife’s pussy. It probably looked like the most erotic seesaw ever created, and I moved closer to my orgasm. A moan escaped my lips, and Sam spoke again, quietly, no urgency. “Claire, climb off me. For now.”
My wife complied with a sigh of barely restrained lust.
Sam’s eyes opened slowly, and she smiled, looking down her pretzeled body, watching me penetrating her over and over. Her breathing was calm, synchronized with the rhythmic motion of my hips, the rocking of her folded body on the bed. “Now I want you to cum inside me.” She said it with such calm, and I felt myself speeding up naturally, my rigid pole still not rising to full speed, but the difference was her will to have me finish inside her now, and my body and soul were ready to obey her completely.
It took three more thrusts, and I felt the waiting rush of semen. “I’m cumming, Samantha…”
“I know, my love. Let it flow…”
As if by magic, my orgasm took over, released by Sam’s permission and intention. I looked down at our joined privates, saw her pussy tighten and take my gift within her. My cock quivered as load after load raced the length of it, washing into her. Sam moaned very quietly, just a quiet exhalation filled with lust and emotion, and I knew she had climaxed too. I watched a look of utter bliss and calm pass over her face, then her body. Then, seemingly just as relaxed now as before, released her right leg, then her left, from behind her head, letting them drift slowly back to their accustomed places.
“Holy fuck…” The exclamation sounded reverent, awestruck. I glanced over my shoulder. Rita was in the doorway, and likely had been watching for some time. Her face was filled with wonder at the scene I had just participated in. She stared, taking in the tableau, and I noticed with a surge of desire that there was a little bit of cum, shiny and dried, between her pale tits, right where her tanlines ended and her tanned, freckled skin began.
Samantha looked over at her and smiled, a look filled with promise, and I knew Rita would be invited to bed her at some point. Then she turned to Claire, and her smile broadened. “You’ve been so patient letting your husband have me. You deserve a reward of your own. Lie back, Claire.”
Claire complied, and turned towards Sam, who lay down beside her, gathered my wife in her arms and started to kiss her. It was somewhere in between a gentle kiss and amorous making out, but never quite reached either extreme. Her hands were patient and sure, stroking and kneading every muscle, it seemed, and I saw all the tension drain out of Claire. She didn’t go limp as I expected, but instead adopted the same leisurely pace as our new lover.
The two of them became each other’s world, eyes half-open, half-closed as if in a waking dream, sampling and exploring their bodies, soft caresses that never quite became demanding or insistent, advancing and retreating like the waves I heard on the distant beach. After a long while, Sam brought her hands up to Claire’s face, cradling it, and said, “Blonde is one of my favorite flavors. Relax and enjoy…”
I let a breath go that I didn’t realize I was holding, and retreated from the bed, unwilling to intrude on what Rita and I were about to see. Rita moved to my side, one arm around me, just watching.
Sam eased Claire onto her back, and kissed down her chin and between her breasts. Claire’s nipples were stiff, erect in anticipation. Her breath shuddered in and out of her, anticipating Sam’s next act. Sam continued her trail down to my wife’s belly and beyond, then she went around her pussy, the blond curls shifting as her cheek brushed the curly pubes, and her kisses proceeded to her inner thighs.
Claire spread her legs casually, and Sam caressed behind the tanned thighs with the backs of her hands while continuing to kiss and now lick delicately along her inner thighs. Rita sighed with longing, pulling herself in to me, eyes still riveted on the unfolding scene. Claire was all but silent, just feeling the other woman having her own loving way with her. As we watched, one slender finger entered Claire’s pussy, all the way in, and she moaned in reckless pleasure.
Samantha approached Claire’s pussy again, and withdrew her finger. Her platinum hair was a waterfall of silver, streaming down to her shoulders, shifting and moving in time to her mouth. She reached out with her tongue and traced the outline of Claire’s pussy through the blonde bush. Claire moaned louder, and her back arched at the delicate, sensual touch.
Lying full-length on her stomach, Sam moved her palms onto the underside of Claire’s thighs, and applied slow pressure, lifting and parting them, spreading my wife’s pussy before us. Even though they had to know we were watching, the moment felt private, watching it a privilege. Claire slipped her hands behind her knees and held them, her bare feet suspended in the air over the other woman’s back. I noticed white drops of my cum dripping out of Sam’s hairless pussy onto the bed, a slow waterfall onto the clean sheets, pooling and spreading as the exotic beauty leaned forward to start eating Claire’s cunt.
Sam was methodical without being routine, treating every square inch of my wife’s pussy with loving kisses and the tip of her tongue, teasing her labia and clit. Claire’s excitement was building, and with it my anticipation, and Rita’s. I wanted to kiss Rita, and I felt her turn and stroke my cock as slowly as Sam was licking my wife’s pussy, but I didn’t want to miss a moment of this incredible episode. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Rita still watching, too. We would wait.
I pictured a balloon being slowly filled, expanding, the skin becoming more taut and fragile with every puff of air. Soon it would inevitably burst, and I knew instinctively that Claire’s orgasm would be a thing of unbearable beauty. I always loved when she came, the release of sexual tensions as the center of her radiated waves of orgiastic pleasure out to her fingertips and toes, driving the air out of her. The transition was so deliberate, without being planned, and swift without being rushed. I was glad I’d cum inside Samantha first; I didn’t think I could have held back while watching Sam licking and loving Claire’s pussy.
Then the balloon, with no warning, exploded. “Aaah, fuck, Sam… Fuck!” Her moan came from deep inside her, and I watched the orgasm begin as a tremor at her core, centered at her pussy and clit, expertly coaxed forth by Sam’s tongue and lips and fingers. Claire’s pussy was stretched tight like the skin of a drum, every sensation magnified by the position she held her legs in. Her back arched, and tears appeared at the corner of her eyes, joyous weeping as she came once, then again. I heard rather than saw something else, her pussy juices flowing out of her, streaming onto the sheets, drenching Sam’s fine-boned cheeks.
Sam didn’t stop, continuing to lap away at my wife’s pussy, parting the blonde bush with her thumbs and licking now between the labia, her sinuous tongue diving deeply inside her hole, retreating to the shallows, and my wife moaned again, more juices flowing out. I was sure Sam was swallowing much of this, as I had done with Rita, a loving acceptance of Claire’s offering, tasting and appreciating every drop of it. Her squirting was a shock; Claire had never before squirted, but it seemed Samantha had shattered that dam.
After several minutes, and two more ejaculations, Sam slowed, winding down from her incredible cunnilingus, easing Claire literally and figuratively back down to earth, letting her legs and the small of her back settle slowly onto the mattress. Her scent was thick in the air, a sweet musky smell that permeated the room as she quivered to a sated rest. Sam took her face from my wife’s pussy and rose lithely from the bed. She headed to the bathroom, and I intercepted her briefly, putting my free arm around her and drawing her in for a French kiss. Claire’s juices were heavy on her breath, and I savored them while our tongues played in each other’s mouths.
With a smile, Sam disengaged from me, stroked the side of my face, and she went into the bathroom, splashing water on her face and breasts before returning.
“Sam.” She stopped, mid-stride, and turned to me. “Thank you. I think that’s the best orgasm my wife has ever had. She’s never squirted before.” Or wept with joy, I didn’t add.
She leaned in and kissed me again, cupping the side of my face. “I’m told I bring out the best in people. Thank you for sharing her.” She kissed me again, and went over to Claire, slipping onto the mattress next to her, and holding her, stroking her hair, cooing lovingly and wiping away her tears of release.
“Holy fuck…” Rita was as impressed as I was.
Presently, Sam helped Claire out of the bed, and they came over to us, which turned into a group hug. Claire looked at me, and her eyes were filled with love for all of us. She whispered in my ear, “I love you. Thank you so much for this, baby!”
“How much longer are you staying, Sam?”
“A few days more. My Sam likes to be here two weeks at a time, so we end up spending about a month out of the year here.” She turned to her right. “Time enough for us to get acquainted, if you like, Rita. Not tonight. I need housekeeping to swap out our sheets so we can sleep.”
The three of us took that as our cue to say our goodnights to our gracious hostess. Samuel and Bill were gone from the couches, probably down to one of the bars or hot tubs, I suspected. Each of us kissed Samantha goodnight, an odd combination of politeness and barely bridled lust. I wondered how Rita’s time with Sam would go, and hoped we were there to watch.
We picked up our clothes again, slinging them over our arms or shoulders. The moist tropical night was marginally cooler, but still very comfortable on our bare skin. It seemed to revive Claire, and she shook off the lassitude that had gripped her after the three, by our count, orgasms she’d enjoyed with Samantha. We went to our building and up the stairs to our room. Rita and Bill had the one next to us, and Rita pulled her key out and went into it.
In our unit, we heard a knock at the door between our bedrooms, and I swung it open. Rita stood beaming, and walked in past me, patting my ass on the way through. Claire pulled some sparkling water from the mini-fridge in our bedroom, poured us three glasses with ice and twists of lime, and took one for herself, leaving the other two on the counter. Rita and I scooped them up and followed her out to the hot tub on the deck.
The pool and hot tub area below was cleverly lit, the pathways between each easily discernible, less light on the pool, and dim illumination within each hot tub. We could see the outlines of naked and mostly naked bodies entwined in the bubbling waters. Some were making out, others were more intimate in varied positions, two, three or more stroking, sucking and fucking.
At Claire’s shoulder, on the other side of her from me, Rita spoke quietly. “So, Cee… How was it with Samantha? Best oral ever?”
“Excepting present company, I have never felt so fully loved. She was so…sweet the way she did it, and knew exactly how to get me there. I’ve never cum that hard before, present company included. It felt like I was boiling and melting at the same time. Samantha is a world-class pussy-eater.”
“Best you ever had, huh?” Rita sounded very interested, not offended in the least.
Claire turned to me. “You okay that the best cunnilingus I’ve ever had was with her?”
I chuckled, also not offended. “Gave me a chance to watch, baby. I may not have the technique she does, but I’m willing to up my game, if it gets you to squirt again.”
Claire was about to speak, when Rita pointed and nudged her. “Over there, closest hot tub.”
We both followed her finger with our eyes, and Claire saw it first. “Wow…”
Bill and Samuel were at the hot tub with a naked woman in between them. She was sitting on the rim, and Bill’s ass was flexing, driving the same cock we’d all enjoyed inside her. Samuel stood off to the side, his erection disappearing into first Bill’s mouth, then the woman’s. I’d never watched Bill suck another man’s cock, just my own, and I felt myself begin to thicken in response to it, remembering how expertly he had gotten me off a few times.
Rita noticed my growing erection, and nudged Claire. “Look who’s enjoying the view.”
Claire looked down and ran her fingers over it, feeling it swell and grow for a moment before letting it slip out of her grasp. “I think my husband would like some oral loving.”
Rita kissed Claire. “And I think his wife is a little tired from having her pussy eaten so well. You mind if I take over?”
Claire stepped out from between us and moved toward the glass door, leaving the way clear for our sexy little redhead who kneeled in front of me. “Baby, I think you’ll like this, especially if I do it while you watch Bill suck Samuel’s dick,” Rita purred. “Imagine seeing that hot load spill into his mouth while I’m sucking your cock. If you time it right, you can fill my mouth at the same time.”
I felt Claire’s arms encircle my waist from behind, and her head was against my shoulder, looking past me to Bill’s happy little threesome just below us. “Consider this my own personal ‘thank you’ for bringing me here, my darling. I want you to cum in her mouth while I watch, while you watch Bill suck that cock. Is that hot enough for you…?” One of her hands drifted down, cupping my balls while Rita took me into her mouth, hot and wet, and started sucking and licking all the way along my shaft.
Below us, I saw the outlines of the woman enjoying Bill’s pussy-pounding. All she wore was her bikini top, fluorescent pink, contrasting beautifully with what I could see of her tanned skin. The shadows over the hot tub made her ghostly, almost insubstantial, except for that top. I couldn’t see her pussy, but Bill’s thrusts were ramping up. Samuel turned toward Bill, and grabbed his head before humping it furiously, skull-fucking him relentlessly. Bill snaked one hand around his ass, pulling him in, sucking ferociously, and I marveled at the fact he wasn’t apparently gagging despite having Sam’s cock apparently jammed down his throat.
While he was doing that, the woman wrapped her legs and arms around Bill’s torso, threw her head back, mouth open. Her satisfied scream as she came echoed against nearby buildings, drawn out and heartfelt. She was completely incoherent, giving herself over to the passion of the moment. At the same moment, Samuel pushed his cock all the way in to Bill’s mouth, held it there and panted, closing his eyes, and I saw dribbles of semen make their way around his dick and around the imperfect seal of Bill’s lips.
“Oh, fuck, Rita… Samuel just came…” I imagined I was there, my dick in Bill’s mouth, shooting my load deep down his throat while he was balls deep in a gorgeous, almost invisible stranger.
Claire’s lips were at my ear, and I barely heard the words, feeling them as soft breezes on my ears, warm winds bearing a promise of my own satisfaction very soon. “Your turn, sexy. When you cum, call Rita’s name. I want to see you cum in her mouth and hear you say her name…”
Rita gave no other sign that she heard either of us, but started moving faster and faster, the suction of her mouth and lips almost unbearable. Rita bobbed her head, and Claire held me still, grabbing my arms so I wouldn’t grab Rita’s head and drive myself down her throat. I had never done that before, with Claire, Rita or anyone, but seeing Bill take Samuel’s cock so hard was driving me mad with passion, and suspected Claire recognized the possibility I would simply skull-fuck Rita, instead of just letting her make me cum.
She stopped and looked up at me. “Rock your hips, baby. Fuck my face like a pussy. I want you to fill my mouth. Give me your cum, baby…” This time, Claire let me thrust forward, faster and faster, and Rita held her head still, bracing against the railing with one hand. Claire’s hands drifted to my hips, and her bush was against my ass. We humped in unison, my wife’s pussy against my bottom and my cock in and out of Rita’s mouth.
My orgasm grew rapidly, an oncoming train I knew I couldn’t slow or stop, not that I wanted to do anything of the sort. Rita pumped my dick with her hand, still fucking it with her mouth, and she started to moan, when I realized Claire and I were already moaning.
“Oh, Rita, suck my cock… Oh, god, baby, it feels so good in your mouth.” I felt the pressure and the pleasure mounting quickly. My awareness, the anticipation of it made it sweeter, and moments later, I felt semen rushing down the length of my shaft, ready to dash onto the shores of her waiting tongue, moments after Bill had sucked down the last of Sam’s load.
“I’m cumming Rita, baby!” I erupted, letting my jizz stream into her mouth, something both of them wanted as much as I did. Rita, on her knees still, took every bit of it, and I could see and feel her swallow every precious drop, her lips and tongue sucking greedily at the thick fluid, the muscles of her throat constricting deliciously around my glans as she coaxed forth everything I had left.
She stood up and put her arms around my neck, kissing first me and then my wife. There was an aftertaste of cum in her mouth, but she knew I didn’t care, and neither did Claire. After taking a minute or two to recover, we looked down below us, and saw Bill reclining in the hot tub. Both Samuel and the mystery girl with the fluorescent pink top had departed, and I suspected Samantha’s clean sheets would last only a very short time. We wobbled over to our private hot tub, letting it wash away our fatigue. All of us were very satisfied with the first day and night of our vacation, and let the waters soothe away the mild soreness of travel and climaxes. In minutes we were ready for bed, this time to sleep, and we left the door between the bedrooms open in case Bill felt lonely when he came back, or wanted to join us for other reasons. That decided, we curled up together and closed our eyes.