Vacation for Four

Vacation for Four #2

The Art of Comparative Fellatio

A gentle tapping at the door to the corridor woke us. The three of us were sprawled and folded together under the tangle of the thin sheet, and I was somehow closest to the door. Not bothering to grab my shorts, I went to the front room and opened it a crack.

The Two Sams, Samuel and Samantha, were standing there, dressed in white shorts and polo shirts, happy to see me. “Can we come in?”

I swung the door open to admit them, and Samantha took a lingering glance up and down my naked body before kissing me hello. They walked in and I shut the door. “What’s up?”

Samantha smiled shyly, and pointed to my morning wood, stiffening with the effort of getting out of bed and waking up. Her platinum hair drifted about her shoulders, and I instantly recalled how that hair had looked when she had gone down on Claire last night. “Did you sleep well?”

“We all did, Sam…”

Samuel, ignoring my hard-on, said, “We’re headed down to brunch, and Sam wanted you to invite you and your wife down to join us.”

“Sounds great, but we’ll need to shower first, and brush our teeth.”

Samantha looked very pleased with herself. “I’m sure you all need to do that. I took care of it this morning, but we were up early,” she cooed, leaving very little to the imagination about how she and her husband had awakened. “Sam’s guest left before dawn, so it was just the two of us in the bed. And in the shower.” She stepped closer, not quite rubbing up against me. “And the sofa. And the hot tub.”

I wanted her again, and she knew it, was playing on it, but I knew it wasn’t teasing, but actual foreplay. “Let me get Claire and Rita out of bed and into the shower.” I took a couple of steps toward the bed, then turned back to her. “You guys see Bill since last night?”

Samuel smiled faintly. “He and I shared a lovely lady last night, in the hot tub.”

“We saw.”

“Did you watch Bill blowing me?” It looked like he was good naturedly trying to gauge our reactions, not just bragging, but I didn’t rise to the bait.

“Yes, all three of us watched from the deck. Rita did the same for me, and I came right after you blew your load in his mouth.”

He smiled knowingly. “The buffet tables here are very impressive, and you can get just about anything to gratify any palate. Sam tells me your wife was quite satisfying.”

“She always is, Samuel.” I set off for the bedroom, and roused both of my bedmates. They stumbled out of bed, and I joined them in the shower, where the stinging multiple sprays woke us all fully. The shower stall had no door, just a pair of waist-high walls framing a narrow opening. The Two Sams peered in and watched us bathe with interest, conversing lightly about the resort’s amenities and the continued excellent weather, but neither one did more than observe. We toweled ourselves off and took turns brushing our teeth at the sink, then slipped past the Two Sams to get some clothes on.

Rita passed through into her room to dress, while Claire and I dressed in front of them, chatting about the prior evening and what we might do today.

Samantha stepped over to adjust my Hawaiian shirt approvingly, favoring me with a brief kiss and desirous eyes. Samuel just watched appreciatively as Claire slid a short skirt up past her thighs, no panties, and donned a bra and shirt, tying off the latter to leave her midriff bare.

The five of us headed downstairs, and past the seafood restaurant, which I now noticed was named The Big Grouper Grille, a subtle bit of wordplay to my mind, based on the two threesomes we had separated into last night. This morning, we followed another set of signs, and wound up in line at a breakfast buffet with an omelet bar. We ordered mimosas and peach Bellinis, keeping Bill’s seat open.

Bill finally sauntered in mid-meal, freshly washed and shaven. He admitted he’d just missed us, and had taken some time to shower and dress. He’d spent the night in the same building as the Two Sams with a pair of middle-aged women on their first visit, and spent all night with and in them. He looked tired and very relaxed, and opined he might enjoy a “nap” with them later.

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Heeding the warnings about fair skin and the more direct, vertical sunshine at the latitude we were at, all of us stayed mostly in the shade, but still nude of course, as the sun hit its zenith for the day, near noon. All of us seemed inclined to just take it easy for the time being, and it was little wonder, considering how much pussy juice and cum each one of us had contributed to last night’s sexual efforts.

After lunch, served poolside before we retreated to a newly vacated cabana, the six of us relaxed and watched as others wandered down to the pool and hot tub. A small number of them, also new to the Caribbean climes and the more concentrated sunlight, sported pink to vividly red bottoms and breasts, their bodies now glistening with the approved amount of sunscreen, at least a day too late in several instances.

We talked about what we would do later in the day when the sun would eventually begin to creep towards the horizon. Claire and I told Samuel about his wife’s play with us on the beach, and he nodded knowingly. “She has done that with me by our pool at home several times. She likes to go very slowly. Like a good mystery writer, she is expert at building tension and not giving everything away in the moment.” Samantha nodded, acknowledging her husband’s compliment with a faint, cool smile.

Rita dove into the pause. “What do the two of you do at home? For sex?,” she added.

Samuel chuckled. “Everything but share with other couples. Sam is very accomplished at the art of sporting sex, and very seductive, as you and Claire have already discovered.” He turned to me. “Tell me, do the two of you entertain others when you’re not here?”

“Only once, with Bill and Rita.” That was Claire. “It’s why we decided to vacation together here.”

“Completely freely? No hesitation about sharing each other?” He looked at that moment like a particularly sage and wise professor, if that professor was naked near the pool of an adult resort.

“Of course! Big house, plenty of room for the four of us in any combination. Or six, if you and Sam ever…”

“Out of the question, I’m afraid. We have an agreement that we only share each other here, no other playmates at home, ours or theirs.” He sounded quite firm, but I noticed his wife nodding a bit ruefully. Clearly she would have entertained quite a bit more if she’d been able at their home, or elsewhere. Samantha smiled at me, a lustful, secret smile, even though we all knew Claire and I had been with her last night, and her fingertips trailed between her breasts in a clear effort at renewed seduction. Samuel paid her no mind.

A little later, I excused myself and made my way over to the poolside bar, remembering to stay in the shade from the palm trees. Ordering piña coladas for Claire and myself, I felt a warm pair of breasts against my back. Reaching behind me, I touched the rear end of my mystery assailant, and she laughed. When I turned, I was surprised it wasn’t Claire, Rita or Sam.

Her waist-length black hair, surmounted by a wide-brimmed sun hat, were instantly familiar. She was tan from the brim of her hat down to her sandaled feet, a deep, sexy bronze uninterrupted by tanlines. Her breasts were full, and I tried not to stare, but my eyes refused to obey, wandering down to her bush, as dark and sleek as her hair. It was shaped and shaven in the shape of a certain famous bunny’s head, with her clit peeking out from the eyehole. She looked just as spectacular as she had on our first day. “Sarah?” Her four-way blowjob by the pool had made an impression on me, and on Claire.

Her lips curled upwards happily, lecherously. “Have we met?” It was implicit in her tone that she would have recalled that meeting, naked or not.

“No. A couple of your playmates here gave me your name.”

Her laugh was bubbly and promised a delightful time. “Buy a girl a drink?”

I laughed back. “All-inclusive resort, and I don’t have my wallet on me anyway, but I’ll be happy to order you one.” It felt completely natural to chat with a female stranger completely naked, although I was glad the water was slightly cool. Or was I? I gave her my name, and passed along her request for a Campari and soda to the barkeeper.

Carrying Claire’s drink and mine, I led her back to our cabana. Before I could introduce her to Claire, Samuel called out, “Hello, Sarah.” There were a couple of spare chaise longues in the cabana, between Sam and Claire, and she settled into the one closer to Samuel without spilling a drop.

They greeted each other like old friends, and Samantha leaned in to join the conversation. Soon it was clear Sarah had a native sense of comfort with us all, probably with anyone. The Campari and soda downed, Sarah ordered a banana daiquiri, and convinced Claire somehow to move over, taking a seat between us.

She turned first to Claire. “I remember you from yesterday. Watched me sucking Sam and three others, and you practically threw your clothes off. Very sexy. It’s usually guys that do that, and then wander over to join the fun. Not that I mind…”

Claire grinned at her. “It was a great icebreaker! Made me want to get naked right away, and as soon as we got to our room so did my husband…”

“So glad I could help… You liking it here at Scandals?”

“Reminds me a little of my junior year in college. Already told my husband a little about that…”

Sarah turned and regarded me with cool interest, and a faint smile played across her face. “He’s not so wild as you, then.” It seemed to relax her, knowing I wasn’t…wild. Maybe she wanted me to get wild with her, or her and Claire. “Anything fun so far? Any details I should hear?”

Claire leaned further in, her breasts dangling down, swinging with the motion, incredibly sexy and desirable, and I wanted to take her right then in front of everyone. She acknowledged my desire with a quick wink, then said, “Lots of fun. Sam?” My wife pitched her voice to make it clear she meant Samantha, and not Samuel.

Samantha came over and sat beside Claire, their bare hips touching. Claire, unfazed by the sudden contact, continued. “Sam here was nice enough to show us some yoga on the beach, and then in her room last night.” I found the openness and relaxed way everyone seemed to deal with sex here very refreshing. It was still intimate, not entirely casual, and that atmosphere was certainly one of the draws for the resort.

Sarah’s delight at the scenario was clear. “Sam has a bit of a rep with us regulars. Although she hasn’t been down to the beach with me just yet…” Her eyes strayed over to Samantha, taking in the whole vision of her glorious nudity from her feet past her shaven pussy, then lingering over her midriff and breasts before alighting on her face and the silvery hair framing it. Licking her lips, her voice became husky. “We should do that sometime, Sam. Maybe tonight?”

“Maybe, Sarah. Just us, or do you have a male companion in mind?” Sam had no inhibitions about being on the beach with anyone she liked, and none about someone else accompanying her.

I felt Sarah’s hand on my thigh as she reached over, eyes still fixed on Sam. “I’ll have to see if I have anyone in mind. Call it a game-time decision!” Her hand slid further up, just past my pubes without quite brushing my penis, which had awoken at the prospect of further erotic beach play, despite the fact my wife was right there. Sarah turned to me, fingers still on my skin, a playful hunger in her dark brown eyes. “Want to go swimming? Promise I’ll stay naked, and you’ll enjoy it. Loads.”

Glancing over at Claire, I saw her slow nod of consent as Sarah stood. She whispered, “Enjoy her, baby.” I resolved to get further details from my wife about those college days, the semester before we had met. We stood to go, and Sarah grabbed her now half-full banana daiquiri, cradling it in her free hand, and took my hand with the other.

We walked over to the pool holding hands. The sun had travelled further towards the West, and the shadow from the many palms covered half the surface of the pool. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the new girl, the new nude girl, leading me to the edge in every way. My cock was at full salute, and one or two of the others around us stopped to watch her, watch us. She stepped in, drifting down into the water, letting it take her slowly into itself, stopping when it just covered her ample cleavage. I followed, and realized the water didn’t feel nearly as cold as it had been an hour ago.

Sarah led me over to the shallows, and motioned for me sit on the edge of the pool, feet dangling in the water. The water here took itself only up to her waist, and I watched as glittering jewels of water ran down her oiled torso. Only a few people were in the pool, and a game of naked Marco Polo occupied the deep end, with a lot of giggling and squealing. Spreading my knees, she stepped into me, and took my thickened rod into her hand, kneading it like bread, making it rise, and she looked into my eyes. “You have a great wife.”

I nodded in agreement, not quite sure the point she was making.

Moving closer in, her voice was confidential in its lust, its promise. “Most women, most wives that come here aren’t so willing to let their men join another woman in the pool like this. Not the first trip. She really trusts you.”

“We’ve been married almost thirty years…” It sounded to my own ears like an excuse not to do it, not to let this raven-haired seductress take me in her mouth and make me shoot my load on and in her. That was what I wanted, though, and her broad smile acknowledged that fact.

“Ah. So that’s why she trusts you so much. That kind of trust deserves a reward.” She stepped all the way up to me and stood skin to skin, me still sitting on the pool rim, her standing with her tits just at the level of my cock. Rigid and quivering like a tuning fork, it came to rest between her breasts, and Sarah lifted and lowered herself slowly in the water, humping me with her tits, but very subtly. “I think you’re probably one of the nicest guys here, and I want you to finish first.”

She bent her neck downward and settled further into the water. Opening her mouth, she flicked her tongue out, swirling it over my now-swollen head, and I felt a fiery passion ignite and begin to roar inside my loins. I wanted more than anything to fuck her right there, spectators be damned, but I held back, waiting for her to show me what she had in mind.

I half-expected her to say something clever, or give me a salacious wink, but all she did was lean down a little further and take me into her mouth all the way. Did I say “all she did”? All blowjobs are the same thing basically. A woman, or, as I’d personally discovered only months ago, a man, opens their mouth and starts humping your dick with their face, using it like a pussy would until your load spurts out to cover their tongue or face or chest.

So why did this one feel so fantastic? Both Claire and Rita had sucked my cock, taking my jizz into their mouths, enjoying it, swallowing some or all of it, sharing it with me or each other. Bill and I had done the same while both of them watched. The mechanics were the same: open, suck, repeat, then swallow or spit, but not at all mechanical when done right.

Sarah looked up at me with real cocksucking eyes, the kind of dark pools you lose your soul in even while you shoot your load in her mouth. I realized this was as much her treat as mine. Claire and Rita were very gifted fellatrices, but Sarah was truly a notch above them. Practice makes perfect, came a wicked voice in my head. Her eyes fixed on mine, she sucked me in slowly, and I watched my cock fill her mouth by degrees, before she began pulling it out as slowly before going back in. And all that time she never looked away, never lost eye contact.

Then something changed, the shape of her mouth shifted slightly to an oval, and I saw myself go into her at a downward angle. I realized the difference was the head and the first couple of inches of my erection were going under her tongue, and it felt wonderful, different, sliding underneath instead of over it. Under her tongue was smoother, slicker, and I knew why four men had stood in front of her in the open air, unselfishly taking turns with her. She kept her lower lip over her teeth, avoiding scraping the tender skin on my dick while she used this technique.

She pulled her head back just enough for my glans to come free, and smiled, a lustful, gracious leer. “Close your eyes for a moment…” I did and leaned my head back, waiting.

A sudden shock of cold enveloped my cock, making me shiver and moan. My eyes shot open and I looked back down. Sarah had filled her mouth with a swig of her still melting daiquiri, and had gamely returned to sucking me off. Drips of slushy, bright yellow fluid crept out of the corners between her lips each time she took me inside her mouth. Her eyes were still on mine, and I felt hypnotized, the frozen ache in my cock echoed by the throbbing of my testicles, ready to shoot.

Suddenly, I became aware we were being watched by almost everyone in and near the pool. Even the joyous shouts of the Marco Polo game on the deep end had fallen still. The only sound was a trickle of water from the waterfall in the middle of the pool, and Sarah’s moans around my cock. I couldn’t even make a sound, while the pressure built up inside of me.

I couldn’t hold back any more. “Sarah, I’m going to cum…” She smiled around my shaft, head bobbing marginally faster, still looking up at me. I felt lightheaded, ready to collapse into her dark brown eyes and fall all the way into them. She saw it, and her rhythm doubled, then doubled again, until she was furiously sucking me. The throng watching us was no longer silent, and I heard moans echoing my own, male and female, but didn’t dare break my gaze from hers.

“Oh, fuck, Sarah…” The first tremors of my climax began in my balls, emanating from there to the root of my cock, and outward to the end of my shaft. It felt like an electric charge, and the iciness in her mouth made the sensation sharper. Finally breaking my gaze off of hers, I threw my head back and screamed as my cum shot the length of my dick, spurt after spurt warming the glorious fruit-flavored winter in her mouth and throat. I felt myself shaking all over, my stomach tensing as each dribble of semen launched itself forth into her.

I finally looked around us, panting. Five or six cocks dripped their own cum, at least two of them with their owner’s hands on them, the others stroked by nearby companions, and several women were likewise overcome by lust, rubbing their breasts or fingering their crotches openly.

Sarah took another gulp of her frosty, sexy banana daiquiri, washing my semen away, then winked. “A special reward for a trusted husband…” She climbed out of the pool at the steps a few feet away and circled around to me before kissing me on the cheek. “I am,” she whispered, barely audible over the receding pounding of my heart, “so happy to make your acquaintance. And I expect I’ll see you poolside again.” With that, she walked off, her hat and sandals perfectly framing her evenly tanned and lovely buttocks, swaying with satisfaction.

The intensity of the orgasm took my breath away for several minutes, before I could muster the strength to slip into the pool to revive myself, then eventually climb out. It was just a blowjob, but it felt like a marathon, and I stumbled more that walked into our cabana, and sank down onto the first open lounge chair.

Claire was by my side soon after, her dishwater blonde hair blowing in the remnants of a breeze from outside. “Good?”

“Good…”

“I’m glad, sweetheart. I saw her put some frozen daiquiri in her mouth; I bet it felt incredible.” I gave her an exhausted nod, and she grinned. “Would you like to try that sometime with me?”

I really did.

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Dinner was again at the Big Grouper Grille, and my two hours’ rest after the incomparable oral pleasuring Sarah had given me was mercifully long enough. The seafood was magnificent and fresh, and all paid for. Tonight I took the Lobster Langostino, as did two others at our table. Linguini with shrimp, and a calamari pizza, made their way to the table, along with shrimp cocktails and small plates of seafood tempura with a delicious plum sauce.

Everyone had watched Sarah and me in the pool, and all questioned me about it. Claire looked almost as satisfied as I’d felt after, and she whispered to Rita, who had changed places with me for now.

Rita whispered in my ear while the others were talking. “I’ve had an ice cube on my clit before. It was a fucking incredible orgasm, so I know how you feel!” She giggled a little, and I noticed her second beer was nearly gone, though I hadn’t thought her any sort of lightweight. “Hey.” Her voice dropped a breathy octave, already secretive.

“Hey, yourself…”

“Follow me upstairs with Samantha. Later. I want you there when she…” Another giggle, and I became preternaturally aware of her hot breath on the side of my neck. “She said she wants to lick my pussy the way she did Claire’s. Tonight. I want you to watch us, baby… Like you saw Claire and me sixty-nining next to you in bed. Watch me cum…” Rita’s hand was now on my thigh, then she quickly stroked my lap. “Please… After, fuck us both.” Her breath was shaky with lust, and her eyes met mine, fiery and filled with desire. “Both…”

Sam’s pale blue eyes caught mine. She nodded gently, a sultry, secret smile on her lips, and I knew the invitation was both of theirs, if only by affirmation afterwards. I nodded back, and stuffed my mouth with more of the lobster dish, careful not to overdo the alcohol.

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After dinner, I watched as Claire wandered off with Bill and Samuel, and knew she was going to have a great time with them, the same way or not, as Rita had done last night. The other three of us, Samantha on my arm and Rita on the other, walked the same path as the previous night, but instead of turning to the sandy shore, Sam hauled gently on my arm, turning me to the left, to the hotel buildings.

We went into the elevator, and Sam took me in her arms, kissing me without a word, not a sound. She did the same to Rita, pulling away as the door opened and we stepped out. There were only a couple of people there tonight, both middle-aged, comfortable and very naked. They were also in the middle of something. Their mouths were open and pressed against each other, while she was jacking him off. His arm was around her, and I saw briefly when his fingers slipped inside her pussy. The sight was intoxicating, and Rita tugged on my arm gently to get me to follow them down to Sam’s room.

Sam undressed Rita first, kissing her while slipping her t-shirt over her head, breaking contact just long enough to pull the shirt over and off, before resuming their kisses and sliding her out of her bikini top, shorts and panties; the latter were a rich sea green. Rita slid her sandals off and kicked them to the side, next to the TV which I suspected was never used.

Rita’s hands were quicker now, slipping Sam’s sarong down over her hips while she undid the buttons on the other woman’s translucent blouse. Drawing each other in, they stood with breasts on each other, cooing and moaning, Sam’s blouse now open but seemingly suspended on her shoulders, a billowing diaphanous curtain, hiding nothing. Rita looked glorious naked and magnificent in the last of the sunlight.

Samantha led Rita to the sofa, and I started to rise from my couch, ready to join them. She held up her palm in the universal gesture for stop, but a gentle stop, a delay, not denial. “I have something else in mind, but you’re definitely part of it.” Her voice was as sweet and thick as syrup, and I couldn’t help but comply. Turning to Rita, she kissed her lovingly, her tongue flicking in and out of her mouth, teasing her as her hands travelled lightly over every part of Rita’s torso and face.

Sam then fixed me with her gaze, pale blue eyes practically glowing with sexual electricity. Stepping over to where I sat, she whispered for me to stand. When I reached for her, she gently but firmly moved my hands away. “Take your clothes off. Everything. Slowly.” Her voice was luscious, seductive, and firm. She leaned in and kissed my earlobe. “Take them off slowly for us. Make us want you, want to fuck you all night long.” She retreated to the couch and leaned into Rita.

Peeling my shorts off first, I watched as their hands explored each other, Rita’s hand on the smooth expanse of Sam’s shaved twat, and Sam fingering the kinky auburn hairs at Rita’s crotch. Their eyes were on me, aglow with pleasure, stroking each other.

Next came my Hawaiian shirt, and I deliberately unfastened each button, top to bottom, slid the right sleeve off, then the left, and let it slip to the floor. Rita buried her face in Sam’s chest and kissed inch by inch up her chest and throat to her mouth. The whole time Sam watched approvingly and nodded as my shirt fell off.

“Sandals, too. Completely naked.” I slipped them off, and stood before them, my rigid dick pointed at them, waiting, and they walked to me, settling on either side, arms still around each other. “That was sexy, wasn’t it, Rita?”

Rita kissed me, pulling back just as we started to heat up. “Very… I loved going down on him, and he made me squirt so hard the last time we balled.” Neither reached towards me at all.

Sam touched me on the side of my leg, fingertips only, and trailed them up my side, past my hip, and across my chest, a delicious reminder of last night with her on the beach. I pictured her laying me down by Rita and repeating her performance, but I had a strong suspicion that wasn’t what she had in mind at all, and I was right. She looked into my eyes again, her gaze steady and alluring. “I already have some time planned with Rita. Don’t you think she deserves my individual attention?”

I nodded, waiting to see what she would say next, but it was Rita who spoke. In a saucy tone, also gazing into my eyes, she said, “He’s really very good, Sam. I wouldn’t find fucking you both. But you’re right, I do deserve some attention.” She leaned in, still not quite touching me, and whispered, “Individual attention,” then withdrew a few inches. “It would be such a shame to send him away, Sam.”

“He can stay, Rita, if you like.”

“I do like…”

“Okay, but you’re all mine…for now.” Turning to me, “I told Claire last night that blonde is one of my favorite flavors. So is auburn, on the right girl.” She led Rita back to the sofa and laid her back against one of the headrests so her body was in full profile to me, Sam naked from the waist down, her shirt billowing in the breeze, and then she knelt facing Rita’s lush, thick red bush. Her face only inches away from it, I expected her to lean forward and start making love to her with her mouth, but I should have known it wasn’t her plan at all.

Starting at Rita’s feet, Sam used her thumbs and index fingers on either side of her ankles, and drew them up gingerly along both calves, a sexy pincer movement on each leg. Dragging them slowly upwards along the tanned skin, she let her palms flow over her knees, and proceeded up Rita’s thighs. I found myself barely breathing, waiting for the next evolution.

Splaying her hands, Sam slid them up her outer thighs, barely contacting the satiny skin beneath them, until she came to Rita’s hips. Rita closed her eyes and gave herself over, relaxing in spite of herself; I knew her first inclination was the same as mine, to dive right in and wrestle Samantha on the couch, grabbing and groping, letting her fingers and mouth go wild along the length of the exotic beauty’s body. I knew she wanted to plant her face on Sam’s shaved twat, licking her, maybe letting it turn into a nice sixty-nine until they both came, and then they could demand I put my cock in the winner of whatever the contest was, or more likely join them both.

Trailing her fingertips from Rita’s hips inward, along the terminator between her tan and the pale skin often hidden by her bikini bottoms, Sam closed in on Rita’s bush and the delights within. Her fingers changed direction, proceeding in a line down her inner thighs, not quite tickling her. Rita lay back a bit further, and a small sip of air hissed between her teeth. I thought she might cum right there, and she moaned more loudly this time, her hands over her chest, carefully kept out of the way of Sam’s gentle touch.

Reaching Rita’s ankles on the inside, just above the arches of her feet, Sam repeated the slow circuit, up her legs, to her hips, then crossing over and down, several times. Rita was almost shivering with desire now, and the air was thick with the scent of her slow simmer, her juices fragrant in the humid air coming in from the open deck.

Sam’s fingers and palms stopped their languid motion, and Sam bent down and opened her mouth. Now her tongue made the same lazy circuit, starting with Rita’s right leg, completing one lap before switching to the other leg, but more gradually. So far, she had kept completely clear of Rita’s pussy, skirting her treasures, inflaming her passion with every hair’s breadth passage past them. Rita began to pant and moan quietly, almost lost in the whispering breeze filtering in through the curtains. Her red hair was cascading down the pillow and over the armrest, her chest nearly heaving with the effort of not letting her orgasm escape.

After what might have been as many courses of her tongue as her fingers, or maybe it was more, Sam at last let her fingers approach the gates beneath Rita’s auburn pubic thatch, running her fingertips on the forested labia before stretching her tongue to touch the very top of Rita’s slit, at her clit, for a split second. “What would you like, Rita, my love?”

Rita mumbled something, too low to hear anything but the sheer want.

Sam persisted. “What would you like, my lovely girl?”

Barely above a whisper, Rita replied. “Please lick my pussy.”

A flicker of a smile lit Sam’s face. “Tell me again. Let your lover hear it from your lips, so he knows what I’m going to do, how you’re going to cum, sweet girl.”

“Sam, Samantha, please…lick my pussy.” Rita turned her head to me, and opened her eyes, taking in the sight of my naked body, my erection ready for either of them. “Tell her how much I love to have my pussy licked, baby…” Closing her eyes, she laid her head back on the couch and awaited more of Sam’s devotions.

“Sam, she does love having her pussy eaten, and I know you’re a master at it.”

Samantha smiled at me. “If you’re right, I’ll suck your cock later.”

“I’m right, Sam.”

“Good. Now I’ll have another reason to blow you.” She turned her face to Rita’s crotch again, and spread the labia with her fingers. Rita opened her eyes and watched Sam lower her face, her tongue reaching out between her legs, between her labia, and on up to her clit.

“Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh fuck!” The moment Sam’s tongue arrived at her moist slit, Rita was lost. Most women take more effort and time to cum, and this was the first time I’d seen female premature ejaculation. She screamed through gritted teeth as floods of her juices spilled onto the sofa, and lifted her pussy into Sam’s face, rubbing the length of it on her mouth and tongue.

Sam didn’t lose a beat, licking slowly even as Rita humped her face furiously. Squirt after squirt of that precious fluid flooded into Sam’s mouth, all over her cover-up, dripping down to the floor with each spasm of Rita’s twat, draining her like a spillway, drenching both of them. My cock twitched in sympathy, wishing I was inside either one right now. Rita kept groaning, shuddering as each new climax shot through her body, and her pussy erupting with occasional trickles of her sweet juices.

After several minutes, the flood subsided to a trickle, then finally abated. The room was thick with Rita’s musky scent, and Rita gradually relaxed to a stop, great shuddering breaths shaking her frame as she fought to regain some semblance of control.

Sam walked over to me, covered in Rita’s juices as Claire had been months ago, but instead of sliding into my lap, she bent at the waist and kissed me, letting me savor Rita’s flavor on her lips. She stopped after a moment and stroked my face. “Your girlfriend is also very fun!” Patting my cock, she chuckled, rubbing it gently. Any faster and my cum would have decorated her body alongside Rita’s juices, and I think she knew it. “Rita and I need to clean up, and I really do want her all to myself for that.”

She slid her drenched top off and mopped up the fragrant fluids on her chest and face, before dropping it into my lap with a wet splat!, soaking my cock, still warm from Sam’s small breasts and the heat beneath. Kicking off her shoes, she stood naked and delicious in front of me, fists on her hips to push her petite breasts forward and up. “You were so right about her, baby! You’re getting that blowjob for sure!” She stepped away, headed back for the couch and the naked, spent redhead she now tasted and smelled like. Sam flashed me a feral grin. “Come by later, ready for me.”

Rita had her second wind, and stood up from the couch, and Sam turned to Rita, taking her hand. Without another word to me, they headed to the bathroom, and I heard the water start. I picked up my clothes and left, not disappointed, just postponed.

It was a short walk to our building, and I considered donning at least my shorts, but the walk was moving blood to other places than my groin, and I felt myself going, not exactly flaccid, but more at ease, less at attention. The appreciative looks from more than a couple of naked women did my ego well, too.

I made it to our room and retrieved the key from my bundle, then opened the door. A noise from our bedroom made my ears perk up, and I let it swing softly shut behind me. It was very feminine, a low moan, throaty and sexy. The bedsprings were a faint counterpoint, and I was glad I hadn’t bothered to dress on the way back. Whoever was pleasuring Claire, I wanted to join the fun.

The door was closed and translucent; all I saw were indistinct figures on the bed. Sliding the door into its recess, I stepped inside, and saw Claire on her hands and knees facing across the bed towards me. Her long blond hair spilled down to either side of her face, which was obscured by Bill’s tight buttocks, thrusting into her face, and I heard her muted moans around his thick pole.

At the same time, Samuel, the other member of the Two Sams, was behind her, his groin slapping softly against her ass as he fucked her. He was very muscular, very economical and controlled in his movements, likely learning this from his wife, the mistress of erotic yoga, at some point. Samuel’s face was completely serene, although he was balls deep in Claire’s golden-haired pussy, rocking her, fucking her with a slow, measured motion that was regular but not remotely mechanical, waiting for her acquiescence before finishing inside her.

I circled to the side, to catch the full view. Her hair still hid most of her face, and Bill’s hard-on seemed to be disappearing into her blonde tresses, although I heard the hungry sucking she was giving him, punctuated by her lustful sighs every time she took him in. Samuel’s cock was much more visible, a swarthy column penetrating her with an even, eternal rhythm, not yet the pounding she would demand and crave soon.

Bill gaze flickered over to me, but closed his eyes again that instant. Neither Samuel nor my wife showed any sign they sensed me there, and I noticed for the first time she was the one rocking, sliding forward and back, taking Bill’s cock first before retreating, permitting Samuel’s cock to enter her all the way. Both the men were moving too, of course, but it was Claire’s body commanding and directing this, Claire fucking them, not the other way around. It occurred to me she had complete supremacy over her two lovers, and they were taking their cues from her.

The realization was breathtaking. I’d seen videos of women being spit-roasted, one cock in each end, taking them wildly until both men came, spattering her with hot cum, the woman in the middle the instrument and recipient of their attentions. I had jacked off to videos like that before, sometimes with Claire watching or taking over from me. This was hotter, absolutely torrid, watching Claire take what she wanted, taking her fill and eliciting their cooperation, making them receive her on her schedule, her rhythm.

Now, she rocked faster, and neither man changed his motion, waiting for her leave to cum. She reared her ass back into Samuel, bucking into him, compelling him to penetrate her more deeply, then pushed herself forward, almost devouring Bill’s cock as Samuel’s organ nearly fell out of her, but she was far too precise in her movements to allow that…

Bill and Samuel started breathing more heavily in counterpoint to each other, sucking in air as they went further into Claire, then exhaling when the other one inhaled. The wet sounds of her pussy and mouth, filling themselves then expelling the two erections in their turns, had me harder than I could bear. After the performance I had just seen, Rita and Samantha letting me watch their play, it simply wasn’t possible to ignore it any more.

Cradling my erection, I started masturbating in time to Claire’s increasingly potent thrusts of her hips and shoulders. The friction felt divine, and I watched my wife pick up speed, slapping her ass into Samuel, gobbling Bill’s cock, and I didn’t care that they could see me, would hear me cum when she did. She was so sexy taking them, I couldn’t stop. The sensation of my fingertips and palm on my rigid flesh drove a soft moan from my lips, and I redoubled my efforts. The skin at my swollen, purple head was inflamed with passion, and just grazing the head felt delicious. I’m jacking off while my wife’s fucking them! Each stroke had me closer, and I tried to match her movements, time my masturbation to her rhythm.

Bill shot his load first, a strangled roar billowing out of his throat. I saw his testicles clench below his dick, and knew he was filling Claire’s mouth as I had filled hers, and he had filled mine. A moment later, with Claire pushing back, her pussy engulfing Samuel’s cock, it was his turn to cum, and he barely made a sound, letting his breath puff out with each thrust. At the same moment, driven to jacking off next to her threesome, I came, jets of my cum spurting out onto the floor, wishing the load was in her mouth or her pussy, or between her gorgeous tits. This time I did moan, loudly, feeling the sticky fluid spill out of me, over my fingers, down my erection.

She disengaged both men from her holes, and flopped onto her side, eyes flickering open to look at me. Smiling in deep satisfaction, she said simply, “Baby, I thought that was you…” She then rose from the bed and walked past me to the bathroom, where I heard her rinse her face and mouth, then her pussy. Bill and Samuel and I traded looks, aware we had just shared my wife in a way I had never expected.

Claire emerged with three warm soapy washcloths, and tossed one apiece to the other two men. The third she used to clean my still trembling dick, and love was in her eyes. “Fuck, baby, that was so hot, you jacking off while we came. I think we should have someone doing that while you fuck me next.” She kissed me, and her mouth had a faint minty taste that nearly overwhelmed the scent of cum on her breath.

Still recovering, I looked into her eyes. “I’ve never seen, never heard of you doing that, Claire. Have you ever taken two guys that way?”

She laughed. “No… Always thought it was too clichéd, two guys fucking a girl like a sawhorse. Samuel suggested it, and said I should be the one who decided what happened, and set the pace.” She turned to Samuel now. “Thank you, Sam.” She bent to mop up the pool of cum at my feet, and popped back up again. “I thought you would have been enjoying yourself with Rita and the other Sam. What happened?”

I told her about watching them, not joining in but still reveling in their Sapphic interlude. She grinned and kissed me again. “So glad you saved that load for watching me. I thought a threesome was sexy enough, but you watching was another whole leap above that!”

“Did you know I was there at all?”

“Yes. The sound of a man playing with himself is different from the sounds of two men in your pussy and mouth at the same time. Plus, I heard the door and figured out it was you.” I must have looked shocked, because she kissed me again before taking all the towels back to the bathroom.

Bill spoke next. “I have a rather daring idea for later.” His eyes came to rest on my now flaccid penis, and his intent was clear; he wanted to have me again, and knew or suspected I would be open to that.

“Sorry, have prior arrangements.” To Samuel, “With Samantha.” He nodded with knowing acknowledgment. This was, after all, where the Two Sams had come several times to find and explore new playmates, and I saw no point in tiptoeing around the subject. “But what’s your idea?”

“Sex in the hot tub.”

“Sounds good, but hardly daring. We’ve all done that before, Bill.”

“Not here. Downstairs. With everyone watching.” He stepped closer, while Samuel looked on with evident interest, and his voice was low, laden with desire. “We bring the girls down to the hot tub, and you and I blow each other while they watch, along with anyone nearby. You have a great cock, and this is the perfect place for guilt-free public play. Hey, no pressure; if you don’t want to I’m cool with that, but it was only a few months ago that I first sucked you off on your couch.

“We both liked it, and everything else that came after. Right?”

I nodded, and Claire, who had just come back into the bedroom, replied. “Like Bill said, no pressure, but Rita and I loved watching the two of you fucking on the deck. Samuel, would you like to see Bill and my husband swallowing cock?”

Even low and quiet, his rich voice filled the whole room. “I’d rather join them, actually. Sam and I are completely hetero when we’re home, and this is where we indulge our fantasies. And you indulge yours.”

I thought about it for a moment, and was grateful they all gave me time to consider. I had only recently, as Bill had pointed out, found out I enjoyed sex with men as well as women. Publicly exposing that fact seemed a little premature, but a thrill jumped in the pit of my stomach at the thought of sucking Bill’s cock, or shooting my wad in his mouth while he sucked me, with an audience of fellow sexual travelers cheering us on. “I’ll think about it. Pussy is still my favorite.”

Claire hugged me from the side and held it. “Babe, you decide. Maybe if you say yes, I’ll let Samantha eat my pussy in the pool. Or both Sams…” She trailed off suggestively and kissed me with obvious love and passion. “Anything for you… And what was this I heard about a date with his wife?”

“Not a date, just a blowjob.” At her look, I conceded, “Maybe not just a blowjob.”

Claire frowned playfully, but couldn’t hold up the pretense. With a laugh, “If she’s half as good with your dick as she was eating me out last night, you’re going to need some rest after.” She arched one eyebrow sardonically. “Maybe in the hot tub?”

I laughed again. “We’ll see. First I need some water and to sit down.”

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My heart actually skipped a beat when I walked back to Samantha’s room. It had been two hours, and the last vestiges of sundown had disappeared some time since. The sky was a deep purple and strewn with mostly unfamiliar spatters of stars, slightly drowned out by the lights from the pool and the hot tubs. Nearby a couple was making out next to the stairs, but I didn’t stop to look.

What I wanted was to get to Sam after she and Rita were done, but not too long after. I told myself Sam would need to find someone else if I wasn’t there in time to attend to her needs and wants, before Sam found something—or someone—to do without me. I had tossed my shorts on for the walk back, an easier way to keep track of my key.

At Sam’s door, I knocked, and heard her tell me to come inside. I was very eager to do that, of course. I stepped in and latched the door behind me. The air was thick with the scent of both women, heady and sweet and musky, and I thought for a moment I had arrived too early. I wanted to join them both, of course, but didn’t want to intrude. Sex can twist your thoughts in knots.

Sam stepped out of the bedroom, and I gazed at her perfect form again. Still undressed, her hair drifted down the sides of her face like a silvered curtain, parting before the pale ice floes in her eyes, filled with calm but much hotter than the glaciers they reminded me of. As she stepped into my arms, I caught the floral scent of the resort’s body wash. They probably sell a ton of the stuff to their departing guests. Sam smiled and gave me a languid kiss, both easy and passionate.

“You’re just in time.”

“So glad I timed it right.” I was trying to be smooth, but the fact of the matter was I knew that I didn’t have to try with her, and I clopped my mouth shut immediately.

If she thought the line was cheesy, Sam never let it show. Instead, she kissed me on the lips, and said simply, “Any time between now and dawn would have been the right time.” Looking down, she smiled again. “You’re wearing your shorts again!” I reached for the button fly, and she took my hands. “I don’t need you to strip again so soon. Allow me…”

With the same astonishing, graceful agility she had shown throughout our brief acquaintance, she squatted, letting her nipples trail against my flesh with the perfect amount of pressure all the way down. She opened up my fly, button by button, and slid my shorts down my thighs, to my ankles, then helped me step out of them. “Now, you’re dressed properly.” It was hard to decide whether her words or her motions were more seductive; together they were a potent and irresistible brew.

She flowed upward, standing in an instant and folding her arms around my neck, gently urging me to move into her. Her scent was distinct from Rita’s, from Clare’s, from any other woman I’d been with ever, and I knew this was part of her allure, and her lure. I was caught and helpless, and she knew it.

Taking my hands in both of hers, she backed over into the bedroom, to the oversized and well-used bed, before settling her bottom on it and scooting back. The bed was made, and I wondered if housekeeping had been by after Rita had departed, or if the two of them had eschewed it entirely and continued on the carpet or the deck. Sam knew what I was thinking, I was sure, and she grinned. “Join me?”

I lay next to her on the comforter, a sunny and tropical mix of yellow and orange and blue, soft as her hair and lips, and turned on my side to gaze into her eyes, smoldering blue chips of ice. She pressed her body full-length against me, and our lips met, passion igniting a slow burn in my loins and along all my nerves. Conscious of my cock as it rubbed against her hairless twat, I gasped at the sensation.

Sam didn’t rush into anything, and her lips came no closer to my erection than my chest while we traded kisses and fervent caresses. I knew she would act in her own time, at her own speed, and this slow smoldering was her intentional foreplay.

Her fingertips, cool and sure, trailed over my buttocks, and she circled past them to my groin, where she delicately touched the length of my shaft, grinning as I shuddered from the intimate contact. “I love how sensitive you are to a woman’s touch…” She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out so it protruded exactly as far as her lips, then laid a trail down my neck and chest, moist and cool, from one shoulder to the other, down as far as my solar plexus, then back up to my face.

“I want you…” Her voice was cool, and I wasn’t surprised that her words echoed my thoughts and impulses exactly, and my hands shook slightly as I cupped her ass in my hands. Her pale eyes drilled into me, all the way through me, and I felt really naked, not just unclothed before them.

“And I want you, Samantha…”

She smiled lovingly, and with a disarming shyness that made me want her more. “You want to know my secret?”

“Yoga sex?”

Her laugh bubbled up. “That’s just a tool in my box, my darling man. No. Every single man or woman I’m intimate with, really intimate with, is someone I can give myself to without reservation or reluctance. I love Samuel more than any other man or woman. He is my soulmate, but I can want, I can desire, and I can love others.” Her eyes were still fixed on mine. “I love you, and I want you, and I desire you. Completely.”

“Until tomorrow?” What she was saying was surreal, unfathomable, and yet it made sense to me, and I instinctively believed there was a downside.

She kissed me once more, a sober yet joyous gift, and stared into my eyes, not even slightly offended. “And the day after, and the day after that, and on into eternity. You are a very special man. Not unique, but there is a reason I usually stick only to women here. There are only a very few men I’ve let so deep into my heart. Women are easier, and they understand how I can love them and stay with Sam. It’s not something I can turn on and off; that’s not love. Lust is fine by itself, wonderful even, but…” Her voice faded for a moment, and we filled the silence with several long, deep, soulful kisses, eyes still transfixing me.

Sam separated from me by barely an inch, setting our mouths free so she could speak once more. “I don’t love you or anyone for just one night. That’s what I meant by fun, my love. You and Claire weren’t at all jealous when I was touching you both, and seemed to take pleasure from what I was doing to the other. When you were inside me last night, Claire was so happy for you, for us. When I started kissing her, you looked very satisfied and happy for her. No jealousy in either of your faces or body language.

“Rita was another test; I know you’ve slept with her, and I had to know if you were jealous of her instead of your wife. You weren’t. I could see you wanted to join us, but you wanted to be invited, even when she came and squirted.” Sam pushed my shoulder back and in one swift, casual motion was on top of me, her moist labia parted, wet and wonderful on the length of my hard-on. “You are very worthy of Claire, and Rita, and me, and I love you for it.”

I couldn’t help myself, not because I wanted the blowjob she had promised, but because it was true. “I love you, Samantha.” Her smile was reward enough, but she wasn’t going to stop there.

Sam moved down my body, her platinum hair, her lips and breasts and stomach and pussy tracing a straight line down my length, an electric path to my cock, rigid with desire and, I now admitted, love. Her mouth was last down the line, and she easily resumed the balasana position she had used last night on the beach with us, curled almost double, her knees drawn to her chest and her hands on my hips.

First, she applied soothing pressure to the inside of my knees, spreading my legs apart with no more effort than her touch, then she slid on her knees toward my groin, stopping about a foot away, keeping my legs open, my cock and balls and everything else spread for her. With great care, she took me into her mouth, so gently I almost didn’t notice it. Her fingertips and nails, cool and alternately soft and hard, teased the nerves at my waist and thighs. I was tingling before I felt her tongue bathing my cock, unhurriedly escorting me along the way.

Utterly serene, she leaned forward with each exhalation, taking me inside between her lips and on the lush wetness of her tongue, letting the rest of her body assist her mouth. She used the austere momentum when she inhaled to let me out of her mouth, most of the way, before I felt a puff of air from her nostrils, signaling another breath out, another ascent into heaven. Soon, my moans, in time to her exhalations and taking me in, filled the room. The whole time her fingers and nails kept teasing me, making me tingle all along my spine, down my arms and legs, and most prominently along the length of my shaft and sack. At the same time, it was easy not to cum, not to let her finish me, and I knew I could endure this cocksucking for an eternity with her.

Samantha set my cock free, I hoped only for the moment, and her face was at my sack. She first licked between my balls, through the sensitive skin, and then took both of them into her mouth. Her hands were now behind my thighs, and she gently urged my legs up into the air. Everything except her mouth was still, and she laved and sucked my balls for another eternity, her breath alternating inward sips and quiet puffs when she exhaled.

The soft, wet licking and pressure between my testicles, at the very base of my cock, threatened to break my ejaculations free, but Sam went too slowly to permit it. Every time I came close, she sensed it and moved my balls around in her mouth, her tongue dancing away from the spot she was tormenting me with. My sack was soaked, dripping with her saliva, and I knew I couldn’t last longer, but now I wanted to let her do this forever if she was willing.

Now her tongue moved further down and back, my legs still pinned to the air, and I felt her lips and tongue over my anus. The tip of her tongue delicately crept between my buttocks, and lingered there, gently licking, before moving back upward, returning to my balls and continuing to suck on them, and soon her lips were wrapped around my cock again. In the same pose, the balasana, she resumed her slow, erotic rocking, cock in, breath out, then breath in, cock out.

Lifting her head away, she whispered, “Do you want to cum now, my love?”

“Yes, Samantha, so much…” Truthfully, I could have shot my load at any time from the first touch of her mouth to now, if it hadn’t been for her skill at teasing and building.

Her voice was barely audible, her breath traveling the length of my cock. “Then you should, my beautiful man. Give me your offering…” She took me in again, with the same languid rhythm, but I was suddenly nearer the precipice. Her lips were tight now, and I heard and felt the power of her suction on me, still going slowly, but inevitably headed to the finish.

Only a handful of thrusts later, she drove a groan out of me, sucking it out of me with her lips and mouth and fingers and tongue. “Oh, baby…” She kept going, one of her hands caressing my balls, still soaked with her spit. I hoped quietly that she wouldn’t suddenly stop sucking, leaving me to cum without her touch, and at the same time wanted it to continue, but it wouldn’t.

My hips bucked, and cum streamed out of me, bathing her mouth and face with the divine flood and coating her breasts and cheeks in my “offering”. Still she bobbed and sucked, letting my semen flow and keep flowing into and through her. I understood in that moment why some people call great sex a religious experience. At that instant, she was my goddess.

At last, she disengaged, the last of my cum swallowed and gone. She arose from the balasana easily, and I saw a spatter of cum on her cheeks and breasts. Without a word, she slipped from the bed and into the bathroom before returning an instant later, her skin damp with the water she had rinsed with, lying beside and across me, one leg draped over my thighs, the heat of her still moist twat against my hip.

I was still panting, lying in a sensual tangle with her on top of the vivid, multihued comforter. I realized I had been so wrong. Sarah was the second most talented fellatrix on Earth, a distant second to Sam. The wait from this afternoon had been worth it, incredibly worth it.

“You want to ask something, my love.” It wasn’t a question, but she saw one just below my surface, and wanted me to voice it.

“Does Samuel feel the same way you do about falling in love?”

“No. He’s completely devoted to me, and is fine with whoever he beds. He’s great at sex, and is my first choice, but he doesn’t have the…commitment…to complete love that I do. Samuel loves sex, the act of it, the orgasms. He’s not quite insatiable, but he’s very resilient.”

“What’s the longest you two have made love?”

She licked her lips, remembering. “Four hours without him cumming. That takes stamina and a patience most men, and most women, simply never develop. Usually he can fuck for about an hour before he cums. My orgasms sometimes last that long, so it’s a good fit.” Her chuckle warmed the room a bit, and I heard the couples in the pools and hot tubs below us. “He wants to fuck you, you know.”

“He did offer to join me and Bill…” Even though all of us, save Samantha, had discussed it earlier I felt wrong admitting it, like it was a dirty secret.

Her fingers stroked my side again. “Do you want him to? Do you want me to watch?”

“I really don’t know, Sam.”

“He seems to really like Bill, and so do you. Straight men don’t just decide to blow another man out of the blue, and they usually like to try it with someone they like. Right?”

Of course she was right, and I said so.

She climbed off the bed, and motioned me to follow her to the bathroom, where she started our shower, and pulled open the shutters on the windows. Like ours, the windows ran from floor to ceiling, and were lightly frosted, just enough to blur someone’s vision of our faces, revealing enough to show anything else happening under the water. The lights from the pool were indistinct, and I knew there would be several sets of eyes trying to pierce the translucent glass. I wondered how many couples would find inspiration in our shower.

Samantha stepped under one of the two main heads and let the steamy water run all over her skin, hot rivulets streaming the length of her body, her platinum tresses shimmering under the water. She looked even sexier, if that was possible, and I stepped under the other shower head, luxuriating in the glorious deluge. She had turned on the other sprays, and they misted us with miniatures of the hot streams we were enjoying.

We took turns washing each other, front and back, and embraced in the scented lather. “This is your second shower today, isn’t it?”

She kissed me again. “Third, my love. It’s always nice to get dirty again though, isn’t it?”

Once we stepped out and dried off, I felt waves of lassitude wash over me, not just from the hot water, but the two mind-shattering blowjobs I’d experienced, and I mean experienced in its truest sense. Even watching Sam with Rita, and Claire with Bill and Samuel had drained me completely. I went over to my shorts and started to step into them.

Sam’s hand on my forearm stopped me. “My Sam is out for the night. You can stay here.”

I looked puzzled, I’m sure, because she giggled again. “Baby, my handsome boy, it’s midnight already, and I don’t have the heart to send you out in the slightly chillier night air. You look so tired, so…drained, my love.” She kissed me once more, and I tasted and smelled the body wash on her skin and on her lips.

“Besides,” she said with a wicked grin, “I know where Samuel is spending the night, and who he’s with. There’s more room in our bed, yours and mine, here, than in Claire’s tonight.” We took down the comforter, and slept curled up together, naked under the sheets.