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  “All right, lovebirds, time to get dressed,” Kristin said, pulling on my arm. “No more time for fooling around.”

  We both chuckled as we walked out of their room, closing the door behind us and moving just next door into our suite. Kristin walked into the room ahead of me, and I shook my head, closing the door and turning toward her. Immediately, Kristin was on me, turning me around and pressing her back against the door. I pushed my body into hers and leaned down, kissing her passionately, sucking her bottom lip into my mouth, and feeling her breath intensify. Kristin reached her arms around my shoulders and hopped up, wrapping her supple legs around my waist and pushing her pussy against my hard, clothed cock. I guessed there might not be time for them, but we were used to fucking on tight timelines, especially since we fucked like five times a day normally.

  Kristin’s shoulders were pressed against the door, and she was moving her hips in a wave-like motion against my hard dick. She moaned loudly, showing just how turned on she was, which I was matching and lustfully feeling for passionate kiss. I leaned forward and kissed her, moving my mouth down to her neck and sucking on her salty skin. Her hips started to move faster, and she pulled me in close.

  “Give me your fucking dick,” she whispered.

  I reached down and unbuttoned my pants, letting them fall down to my knees. I pulled my cock out of my boxers and stroked the hard shaft, groaning as she grabbed onto her tits while using the door as leverage to hold herself up. I lifted her skirt up to find she wasn’t wearing any panties, not something new, but absolutely something very arousing and useful for easy access. I slammed my cock into her, listening to her scream out in pleasure. I put my hands on the door on either side of her head and thrust over and over, deep and hard, just like she liked it, my cock getting even harder at the sound of the hinges rattling beneath us. Kristin pulled herself against me and bit down into my earlobe.

  “It was so fucking hot to see Amber and Matt naked,” she whispered. “I want to fuck both of them at the same time. I want your cock in my pussy, his cock in my ass, and her mound in my mouth. I want to be filled completely, coming all over your cock as she fucks my mouth. I want Matt’s fat cock slamming into my ass so hard, I feel it for days.”

  “Yeah,” I groaned, fucking her harder and harder. “Tell me more, baby.”

  “I want to start out with his cock in my mouth while I watch you fuck Amber in her sweet pink pussy,” she said. “Then I want you to come over and let me taste her on your dick while Matt eats me out, and I finger Amber until she comes hard on my hand, her juices rolling down my wrist.”

  I grunted. “I want you to ride me while she rides my face and Matt gets his cock sucked by whoever.”

  “Yeah,” she moaned louder. “While I rub her clit and kiss her on top of you. That’s when I get all my holes filled, when Matt comes behind me and rams it into my ass. God, that is so fucking hot.”

  I reached down and grabbed Kristin’s ass while my dick pushed hard and deep inside of her. I separated her cheeks and wet my fingers on the juices of her pussy before pushing two of them into her ass. Immediately, she started bouncing, feeling me fingering her ass and fucking her pussy.

  “Like that?”

  “Yeah,” she screamed. “Fuck yeah. Just like that, baby. Fuck me harder, baby.”

  My hands moved frantically as I pleasured her, feeling her pussy getting wetter and wetter with every thrust inside of her. She gripped her hands down on my shoulders, bouncing up and down on my fingers as I fucked her with my cock. I thrust deep into her, pushing her body against the door and feeling my cock start to pulsate. My hips moved in short, deep movements as my muscles began to tense.

  “Oh God,” she screamed out. “Yes, I’m coming, baby. I’m fucking coming.”

  I shoved my fingers deep into her and slammed myself inside, feeling every part of her begin to quake and shiver against me. I took in a deep breath and groaned loudly as my cock exploded, my seed bursting out inside of her as her pussy contracted around my shaft. My knees were shaking as her juices ran down my dick and over my balls. I wiggled my fingers slightly inside of her, heightening her climax as I continued to thrust short movements with my hips. The sounds of her screams kept me orgasming, her hips grinding toward me with her insatiable want for more. I knew we could keep going, fucking over and over until she had enough, but no matter how much I wanted to shove it deep in her ass while fucking her pussy with my hand, we had people waiting on us. The same people I wanted to watch me do this to my wife, or I could watch doing it to my wife.

  I sat her down on the floor and kissed her gently on the lips.

  “You have your work cut out for you,” I whispered about Amber and Matt. “But if anyone could do it, it would be you.”

  3

  Jessica

  I knew this weekend was going to be a riot. I just didn’t realize how much until staring at Amber getting so angry about being caught in the middle of sex. It was just like old times. I left the room half amused and half turned on by the sight of my old play toys all back together again. I walked down the hall to my suite and walked inside, seeing my husband Austin bent over his laptop, video chatting with someone while speaking Japanese. I sauntered over to the table, sat down across from him, and waited for him to notice. When he didn’t, I smirked and stretched out my leg so that my foot was rubbing up and down Austin’s cock, just out of view from his client on the video chat. I laughed quietly as he cleared his throat, his breathing getting ragged and his attention dwindling. I could feel his dick getting bigger and tighter with every stroke of my foot, and I knew it was only a matter of time until he gave me “the look” for interrupting his conversation. There it was, the intense look of frustration that I could do nothing for except smile back at him mischievously and push my foot down even heavier on his shaft.

  “Hai, watashi wa kanzen ni rikai shite imasu,” he said to his client. “Sūjitsu ga nokotte imasuga, sore izen no jikandeareba subete ga jikandōrini kanryō suru yō ni shimasu. Omachi itadaite arigatōgozaimasu. Watashitachi wa sugu ni hanashimasu. Sayōnara.”

  I watched him as he ended the video conference and closed his laptop, glancing up at me in irritation. I loved getting under his skin. It was part of what made our relationship ours, the harmless teasing that we inflicted on each other on a daily basis. His shoulder-length golden hair fell in waves to his shoulders, and he adjusted his rectangular rimmed glasses as he scowled over at me. He was so damn handsome, and I had thought so ever since I met him. He shook his head and put my foot on the ground before standing up and leaning forward on the table.

  “I don’t know why you would think that was a good idea when I am on the phone with a client,” he growled. “If you forget, these are the people that pay that hefty salary I have.”

  “If I remember correctly, you promised that you wouldn’t do any business on this trip,” I pointed out.

  “Fine.” He sighed walking around the table. “But I’ll need some distraction.”

  He scooped me out of the chair and up into his arms, kissing me passionately. I could feel myself quickly slipping into him, and I knew that we had dinner to go to. I pushed back away from him and wriggled in his arms until he set me down on the ground. I didn’t want to get too turned on, or I knew we would never make it downstairs. When I had walked in on Amber and Matt, I could feel the heat between my legs, my clit tingling, wondering if it was next. Then I looked over at Jason, who I always found to be so damn sexy, and his smoldering glances pushed me over the edge. Even back in the day, whenever Jason looked at me that way, I absolutely dropped my panties right there, without even one more thought. I could still remember exactly how it was with Kristin, Amber, Jason, and myself back in college. We would spend days just tangled together, bringing each other to the peak of pleasure over and over again, until one or all of us tapped out in exhaustion. We really didn’t leave the apartment very much during that period of time.

  Austin had joined the group late, having
transferred over for his graduate program in international business. As soon as I laid eyes on him, I knew that I had to have him, and though I wasn’t expecting it, our first date had left me completely smitten. Immediately, he took the reins in our life, and I fell into a settled and happy life. I loved Austin. He is everything I ever wanted in a man, while still being capable of dealing with my fiery personality. Our sex was out of this world, but Austin was a workaholic and never made enough time to enjoy life, including being adventurous inside and outside of the bedroom. He needed to relax and let loose so he could remember why he worked so hard to begin with. This trip had been hard to talk him into, not because he didn’t want to see the gang or go away with me, but because yanking him from work was usually impossible. I worked on him for a good two months before he finally agreed to take the time off to come on vacation. I was very much hoping that this trip helped him open up his mind and lend a hand to improving our sexual relationship. We weren’t in any danger zone yet, but I wanted to make sure that we stayed far away.

  Being married to Austin, I knew how his mind worked, and he had no clue about my sexual past with the rest of the crew. I had a serious plan, but he was one of the most stubborn people I knew, and if not approached right, I knew that he would just completely shut down on the idea of group sex. It wasn’t that I desperately wanted to be with someone else. I just wanted to bring him into my fantasies, help him open up to new experiences, and hopefully reignite that passion that was lying deep inside of him. Until I could reach that perfect moment to introduce him to the idea, though, I would bide my time, making sure to get him as close as possible.

  “Come on,” I said, tapping him on the chest. “We have dinner plans.”

  “Fine.” He sighed. “But that ass is mine when we are done.”

  “Oh, you know it,” I said, winking as I walked in the bathroom to change.

  We walked to the elevator hand in hand, the silence between us comfortable and normal. Austin fiddled with his jacket and tie, and I turned him towards me, straightening his clothes and kissing him on the cheek. He seemed like he was nervous, but as soon as we arrived and sat down, he loosened up quite a bit. I ordered couple of bottles of wine and poured us both a glass, smiling and chatting about the restaurant while we waited for everyone else to arrive. It was a beautiful place, with high, vaulted ceilings, floor-to-ceiling windows with views of the snow and mountains, and low lighting, accented by the candles lit on each covered table.

  Amber and Matt were the first couple to make it to dinner, and I chuckled to myself at the fact that Amber’s face was still flushed in embarrassment from earlier. I hoped, however, that she didn’t say anything about it since it would throw Austin off, wondering why we would be okay with walking in on them during sex. I was pretty sure she would stay quiet since she and I were in the same position, married to men that knew little to nothing about our past escapades when we lived together.

  Still, Amber had always been the girl in our group that opened up so easily. She had been carefree and eager to jump right into anything we threw at her, never once showing an ounce of embarrassment. We had spent entire weekends naked, fucking, and lounging around our apartment like it was some sort of brothel. I had watched her open right up to Jason as soon as he walked in the room, letting him fuck her right there on the living room floor for all of us to watch. Now, though, she was sitting red-faced in a chair next to her hunky as hell husband, and I was starting to worry she would be the hardest nut to crack.

  I had a really hard time believing that marriage had changed Amber so much, but at the same time, marriage had changed all of us in one way or another. The only ones that seemed to still be up to their old ways were Kristin and Jason, and that didn’t surprise me in the least. The two of them walked through the doorway as soon as I thought about them, and Kristin’s hair was a mess, her face was flushed, and she had a quirky little smile on her face. It was obvious there wasn’t any embarrassment in her look, and I shook my head, wondering if they had actually snuck off to fuck right before dinner. Knowing Kristin, they probably had, since she had been almost insatiable when it came to her sexual appetite for as long as I could remember. Jason had been the same way, and when Amber and I were worn out completely, you could hear Kristin screaming in the back room as she and Jason retreated to continue on with their antics. I often wondered how she didn’t walk around looking like she rode a horse all the time.

  Jason was a whole other story. He was like this sexual force to be reckoned with, and the only man that I had ever known that could go multiple times in a row without anything more than a five-minute break in between. There was one year that Amber and Kristin had gone to Kristin’s parents for a visit, and Jason and I had fucked so many times that I couldn’t even keep track of them all. I was pretty sure I didn’t wear clothes for more than a few minutes the entire time they were gone. He was like the Energizer Bunny of sex, and I wondered if I would ever get the chance to experience that vigor again. I would love to be spread out across the bed for hours, just getting railed over and over again with his huge cock, with Austin there with me, of course. Sex with Jason was the only time I had ever gotten to experience the wonder and exhaustion of rolling orgasms, something I didn’t even know existed until I met him. There were times I came so much, I couldn’t tell the difference between one orgasm and another.

  “Leave it to you two to always be the last to arrive,” I said, smiling at Kristin and Jason.

  “There were things that needed tending to after such a long trip.” Kristin giggled.

  “Yep, got that all cleared up,” Jason replied.

  “Besides, I am pretty sure we were all late every time we had to be somewhere,” Kristin replied. “It never failed that there was a wardrobe mishap or something along those lines.”

  I glanced over at Amber, who was blushing and turned away from her husband, not wanting him to know why we really were always late to events. It never failed that as soon as we started to change, something would happen between two of us, and the whole preparation would stop, leading to some extremely hot and heavy sex. I could distinctly remember once, when we were pressed for time, us three girls bent over the couch and just let Jason fuck us until he came. He liked that one, getting to feel us all at the same time. I knew with that memory, that if I didn’t get us all in one room, it was going to be a really long, frustrating vacation.

  4

  Austin

  “That was the weekend where you needed like eight socks on the bedroom door.” Kristin burst out laughing, talking about old college antics with everyone.

  The waiter came by and cleared another bottle of wine from the table. The alcohol was feverishly flowing, as usual, and I was glad that Jessica was finally loosening up for the first time this vacation. She seemed almost pent up or anxious when we made our way here, but the sound of her laughter and the sharing of knowing looks with her friends made me happy that we had come, even though it took a lot to get off work. When I had met Jessica, I was absolutely blown away by how beautiful she was. I could still remember her bright red hair and striking green eyes, glimmering in the light from the windows of the bar as she walked through with her friends. Her cheeks were rosy red, and her freckles peppered the skin across her nose. When she laughed, she had the most beautiful smile and intoxicating giggle. I knew I was done for as soon as I laid eyes on her.

  When we started dating and getting to know one another, I was in shock and awe at how smart, capable, and passionate she was. It was pretty rare those days to find a woman that beautiful that was also capable of holding a conversation, but Jessica was that girl. She had everything and was so ambitious that I knew she would never let herself fail at anything, something I came to understand was both a good and bad trait in her. Either way, it didn’t take me long to know that I was going to make her my wife.

  In college, I knew immediately that her friends were her life, and sometimes, it almost seemed as if their bond was a bit too much. I had n
ever seen friends as close, caring, and personally involved in someone’s life before, and because of that, there was a level of jealousy that came along with dating Jessica. It was strange for me to feel jealous of her girlfriends, but Jason was another story. He always seemed to get right under my skin when it came to how he acted toward Jessica, something she told me was nothing for me to worry about. Even then, in the middle of the conversation, it was irritating me the way he was looking at my wife. I needed to calm down, though. There was no reason to get myself all upset over nothing. I breathed out and took a drink of my wine, trying to ignore how racy the conversation had gotten.

  Jessica put her arm in the air and motioned to the waiter that she wanted another bottle of wine. I reached up, pulled her hand into my lap, and leaned in close to her. Between the wine and the smell of her perfume, I was feeling intoxicated by her presence. Since our lives were so busy, it wasn’t often that I found myself in a situation with my wife that I could feel free to have those feelings. Instantly, I hoped that dinner was going to be over and that we could head back upstairs soon. The excitement of the evening had traveled down to my pants, and my patience was dwindling.

  “I’d like to spend some time alone with you tonight, but if you keep drinking, you are going to pass out and miss out on all the fun,” I whispered.

  She snapped her head toward me with that beautiful and alluring smile I had been longing for. My heart fluttered in my chest, the same way my dick was twitching in my pants, especially with the feeling of her hand on my thigh. Slowly, she started to move her hand up my thigh and toward my package, making more than just my cock stiff. My shoulders froze, and my breath held, feeling her that close to me out in public. Jessica had been trying desperately to spice things up in our sex life, feeling that neither of us put a lot of effort in keeping it exciting in the bedroom. However, her groping my cock in public made me a little more than nervous. I had an actual, high-profile job and handled international affairs for the government. I was required to maintain a strict moral code and an impeccable personal life, which meant I couldn’t be seen doing anything like what was about to happen. The last thing I needed was for someone to find my wife jacking me off under the dinner table. It would not be a pleasant meeting when I sat down with the Joint Chiefs and the President to discuss the most recent contract with Japan for technologically superior war machines.