He was sick of their shit. Eighteen-year-old Brandon was tired of being shunned by his parents and sent off to his aunt’s house. He reminded himself of that fact every day. How else could he maintain the proper level of teen angst? That was kind of old news at this point. Now, what really pissed him off was his aunt sending him back home. Aunt Ava was throwing a massive party and was kicking him to the curb while she did it. At least that’s how he chose to look at it. All he really knew was that some of her friends were coming out to her house for the week. He was convinced that there would be drunken debauchery and he desperately wanted to stay and watch. And maybe, get a chance to see his hot aunt getting naked, or doing something sexual. He imagined that if he could find a way to stay, he might get a piece of his aunt’s sweet pussy.

But no, she wanted him gone for the week. She told him that he needed to reconnect with his parents and see how things went. Well, fuck that! Fuck all of them! If he couldn’t be here for the party, he’d make sure the party was more epic than his hot aunt had ever imagined. There were four gallons of tequila in the kitchen just waiting for him to add his special ingredient. The vials of liquid MDMA were small but held a big punch, and he happened to have four of them. A little Ecstasy in the Margaritas should get the party started. He poured a vial in each gallon and made his rounds checking the cameras he’d installed. If he couldn’t be here for the party, he would at least get plenty of video to watch at his leisure.

It was an undeniable fact that Brandon was a self-centered, evil, little shit. His parents had to ship him off to his aunt before he ended up in jail in their hometown. The young man was as amoral as a person could get without being diagnosed as a sociopath. The camera equipment he’d installed throughout the house was all stolen, as was the MDMA. He wasn’t worried about the camera equipment. The guys he’d stolen the MDMA from were a slightly different matter. He had high hopes that money from selling the videos of this coming week would pay off his debt to them. If not, it was no big deal. He had just turned eighteen and could make his own decisions. If things got too hot, he’d just take off for parts unknown and start over.

Ava noticed the odd smirk on Brandon’s face as she drove him to the airport. She didn’t trust the little shit as far as she could throw him and would be glad to see his stupid young ass gone. She’d done her favor for her sister, but she’d had enough. She knew what her sister refused to accept, there was no saving Brandon. Brandon enjoyed being the way he was and there would be no changing him. She had told Brandon that he would be gone for the week, but last night she had called her sister and told her that she was done dealing with Brandon. If they wanted to waste their lives trying to save the unsavable, then they could have him. She never wanted him near her again.

He was constantly watching her and he left no doubt in her mind that he wanted sex with her. She didn’t think telling him ‘No!’ would slow him down one bit. She was constantly watching her back when he was around and made absolutely sure that she was never alone with him. Thank goodness her sister Lisa, and especially her brother-in-law Owen, were living with her. Owen had Brandon under control for the most part because Brandon feared him.

The icing on the Brandon cake was the discovery of the cameras in the house. Once she had spotted the first one, the rest were relatively easy to find. There wasn’t a square foot of the house that wasn’t under camera coverage. She wasn’t sure what she was going to do about them long term. She had found the base station in the basement and disconnected the internet connection, ensuring that he wasn’t sending the video out over the internet. She’d deal with removing the gear sometime down the road. In the interim, his little spy nest would serve a better purpose.

Ava’s thoughts returned to the pending visit by her sister-in-law. Her brother Ken’s wife was coming to spend the week and Ava was tasked with getting the inhibited wife to open up a bit. Ava knew her kinky brother’s proclivities well. They were born a year apart and had been inseparable growing up. Now, he wanted to convert his wife from a prudish housewife into a sex-loving hot wife. He’d enlisted his sister’s help in that endeavor.

Ava had her concerns about manipulating her sister-in-law. She felt a closeness to Emily that she’d felt with few people in her life. She would help her brother, but she would do it with Emily’s best interests at heart. The reality was that Emily could use some ‘let loose’ time. That girl was way too reserved, and Ava knew in her heart that Emily’s hidden slut just needed a little push, a little time in the sun so to speak, and Emily would be a changed person. Changed for the better, because there is no way in this world a woman as sexually attractive as Emily was frigid. No, she wasn’t frigid, she just hid her sexuality under layers of prudish reserve.

Ava figured that with the right incentives, Emily would come out of her shell, and she had some dandy incentives. Noah, Daniel, and Logan were friends of hers from all the way back in college. They were all serious hunks, would do anything for Ava, and, once they saw Emily, would compete for her affections.

Ava’s sister Lisa was aware of the plan and had discussed it with her husband Owen. He was fine with things as long as his wife wasn’t part of the incentive for Ava’s man friends. Ava suspected that he was looking forward to the show.

As far as Emily knew, Ken had a sudden work emergency and wouldn’t be able to join her on vacation. In reality, Ken was flying in on a later flight and would be discreetly ensconced in the video control room located in the back corner of her basement. Ken would have to sneak out to use the downstairs shower, but they had agreed to a few code words that they could quickly text each other when the coast was clear.

Ava honestly didn’t like all the subterfuge. She felt that if Emily saw other people enjoying themselves it would get her out of her shell. She didn’t think for a moment that Emily would become a hot wife, but she did think Emily would open up more sexually with her husband. Isn’t that what this was all about anyway? Ava would help her brother, but she would also make sure that Emily had as much fun as possible. She would protect Emily if that was what was needed, even if it meant choosing Emily over her own brother. Ken might need to be taken down a notch before this was over.

Ava escorted Brandon to the ticket counter, and from there, to security. She stood by the security exit for the next half hour making sure that Brandon didn’t try to sneak out of the airport. It’s a good thing she did because Brandon had wanted to do that very thing. When he saw his aunt near the exit he decided to make his escape at the other end of the flight. Maybe he’d hang out with his parents for a while. The food was free and he might be able to rip his dad off for some cash when he left.

Emily’s arrival flight was called over the public address system and Ava made her way to baggage claim. She stood back and watched the tourists and first-time flyers crowd the conveyor, scared to death that their suitcases were gone for good. Of course, the baggage handlers started up the belt and let it run empty for well over five minutes, thus stirring up the anxiety even more. A couple of suitcase decoys, unclaimed from another flight, made their way around the loop a few times before the first bag appeared. The crowd scrunched up closer to the belt, each person in it watching like a hawk for their bag. Some would spot their bag and try to rush to meet it, pushing their way through the crowd in order to meet a bag that was heading their way anyway.

Others waited, then found that the crowd kept them from grabbing their bag before it swept by for another lap. It was limited entertainment at best, and human behavior at its worst. If the entire crowd took two steps back, everyone would be able to see and collect their bag. By jostling each other for territory around the belt, all they did was screw each other. Ava could only shake her head at this illustration of human interaction. She decided that what she was seeing went a long way toward explaining the current political climate.

She spotted Emily as she stepped off the escalator and couldn’t help but notice how she stood out like a beacon of light among the dreary travelers. Ava’s eyebrows went up, Well, well, well, what do we have here? Emily was wearing skinny jeans that fit her like a second skin. Ava could see the gap between her thighs as she walked away from the escalator. Her long runner’s legs flexed and her firm ass threatened to burst out of confinement. She was wearing glittery jogging shoes as sensible footwear when traveling all day. Her top was a men’s white dress shirt. She’d rolled the sleeves up as far as her elbows and left the top three buttons undone, providing a tantalizing glimpse of her braless bouncing tits. The tail of the shirt was knotted under her impressive rack, showing off her flat muscular stomach. Her long brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail hanging midway down her back.

She walked with her usual reserve. Although, to the people watching her, she looked like royalty as she walked gracefully, seemingly blissfully unaware of their stares. When she finally spotted Ava, her face lit up with a smile and they ran to greet each other. A huge hug later, the two women walked over to the belt to grab Emily’s bags, the crowd now thinned out to the point that picking up her bag was a simple matter.

As Emily grabbed her bag Ava studied the woman. “Wow, Emily! You look amazing. You’re fucking hot!”

Emily blushed. “Thanks. I lost a bet with Ken and had to let him pick out my clothes. I must look like a slut in this.”

Ava gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Slut? Hell no! Hot as fuck? Hell yes!”

Emily

I was nervous as hell when I walked off the plane to meet my sister-in-law. I knew my husband was up to something, but his last-minute work emergency seemed to have put paid to his plans, whatever they were. Still, I had a sense of foreboding about this vacation. As soon as I saw Ava my heart lit up and my concerns went by the wayside. I found myself wishing yet again that she lived near me. I missed her and talking on the phone was a poor substitute for seeing her beautiful smiling face.

I couldn’t believe she actually liked the way I was dressed. I’d let Ken fool me into a lame bet and he had actually won. He never wins our little bets, and I guess I should have been suspicious, but he has to win one occasionally, right? Anyway, he had never welched on a bet and I wasn’t about to, so I ended up wearing the clothes he picked. Oh, I bitched and moaned about how slutty they were, but in my heart, I felt a delicious feeling I couldn’t describe. It was like he made me do it and therefore, it wasn’t my fault. I had no reason to feel guilty and I found myself enjoying the looks I was getting at the airport. Still, I have a reputation to uphold. I can’t let anyone think I’m enjoying myself.

When Ava hugged me I felt such a wonderful feeling of caring, and a bit of something else I didn’t want to think about. I know that I was stunned by her beauty when I saw her, as I always am. This time was different for some reason. Maybe it was the clothes I was wearing, or maybe the newfound confidence that came with them, or most likely, it was simply her.

The drive from the airport was a bit surreal. My mind kept going back to our airport hug for some reason while Ava was telling me that there would be other guests at her home during the week. She wouldn’t tell me much about them, wanting to surprise me for some reason. I was taken aback as always when we got to her home.

Her house sat on a couple of acres and had to be worth a ton of money. The house was a two story affair which included five bedrooms, three bathrooms, a swimming pool, and a hot tub. My sister in-law loved her luxuries. The first floor was open between the kitchen-dining area and the great room. Off the great room and the kitchen were sliding glass doors that fed onto the pool deck. The hot tub was sunken into the deck and was large enough for six to sit comfortably.

We carried my bags into the house and Ava paused at the kitchen. “Let’s start this week off right with a margarita!”

The pitcher for the blender was in the sink and had obviously been recently used as there was still some slush in the bottom. Ava had the process down to a science and we were soon sipping on the cold concoction. We stood in the kitchen and drank our glasses down enough to be able to carry them without spilling, then we each grabbed one of my suitcases and made our way upstairs.

We caught up on recent events, especially her trials with Brandon. It wasn’t long before this feeling of happiness swept over me. Finally, I’m letting go. I’m going to enjoy this week and not think about Ken’s manipulations. I felt a presence behind me and turned to find Ava standing inches away. Normally I would have been startled at her closeness, but for some reason my response was a smile as a shiver of arousal ran through me. What the fuck? I’ve never… She is really hot, but… Why am I so horny?

Then, she was right up against me looking into my eyes and suddenly she was kissing me. I should have pushed her away. I should have told her that I don’t do women. I should have told her that I was married to her brother. I should have said a lot of things, but what I did do was kiss her back. I’ve never felt anything like it. I was transported into bliss at the feel of her soft lips on mine and I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her tight against my body. Everywhere she touched me set my nerves on fire with arousal. I stopped trying to understand what was happening and just went with it. Our kiss lasted forever and left us both breathless.

Our lips parted simply because we needed a moment to adjust to the sudden change in our relationship. We looked into each other’s eyes and laughed nervously, then I saw the look of desperate need in her eyes. A look that I’m sure matched my own because I felt a need for her that I had never let run free before. Our lips crashed together and we swayed together in our erotic dance without music. I couldn’t get enough of her lips, then her neck, and then her lips again. Her hands began to caress me and her every touch felt electric. I didn’t realize that I was touching her body as well until I found her perfect breasts under my hands. Our arousal was long past our control, and we frantically began pulling off each other’s clothes.

We never paused, never thought about consequences, or if what we were doing was wrong. Our need to touch, caress, and share our heat overwhelmed us. We giggled our way through the awkwardness of peeling off my skinny jeans, and once they were on the floor, Ava shoved my laughing ass onto the bed. The next thing I knew she was on top of me with her leg between mine and our lips locked together yet again. Soon, her bra and our panties were gone and our naked bodies melded. The touch of her skin on mine was erotic beyond anything I had ever experienced. I needed to kiss every inch of her body like I needed to breathe.

I should have known that something was influencing my normally reserved sexuality, but I was so lost in the moment that it never entered my mind. I rolled her laughing ass onto her back and kissed my way down her body until I had one of those amazing tits in my mouth. Her gasp as I nibbled her hardened nipple was music to my ears and I continued my journey down her wonderful body, her soft skin like silk against my lips and tongue.

I’ve never felt sexual attraction to a woman before, at least not an attraction I would readily admit. Something fundamental inside me had changed and I didn’t question it for a millisecond. I not only accepted the change, I relished it. I didn’t pause to think when her pussy was inches from my mouth. I latched onto her pussy and my tongue went frantically to work. I remember the revelation that pussy didn’t taste bad as I had always believed. In fact, her taste was pleasantly musky and quite addictive.

Time had no meaning, and it is impossible to say how long it took for her to begin thrashing on the bed until she screamed out her orgasm. She was a quivering mess on the bed when rapid thumping on the stairs caught our attention. We were instantly transported from lust to the sudden need for modesty. We scrambled off the bed and Ava quickly closed the bedroom door and locked it just in time. The doorknob rattled and a deep voice called out, “What’s going on in there? I heard a scream.”

Ava was struck with the giggles for a moment and managed to gasp out, “We’re fine. Emily and I are just doing girl stuff. I’ll be out in a minute.”

This struck me as hilarious, and I was snorting trying to hold back the laughter. Never once did it enter my mind that this wasn’t normal behavior for me. I was having a blast and was so fucking aroused that I was losing my mind. Ava got a grip on her laughter. “Put your bikini on and meet me on the deck. I want to introduce you to my guests. I know you’re going to like them.”

With that said she grabbed the robe off the bathroom door hook and tossed it to me. She quickly dressed, kissed me hard, and headed to the door. She left it open when she left and I didn’t give it a second thought.

I got distracted and forgot about putting on my bikini for a while. I wandered around the room touching stuff before the genius idea of unpacking occurred to me. My suitcase was sitting on the floor by the window overlooking the pool deck. I knelt down to open it and glanced out the window just as Ava walked onto the deck. Then, two of the sexiest men I’ve ever seen walked up to her. One of them was a good bit shorter than the other, but he was still a massive man. My eyes followed his barrel chest and broad shoulders down to the washboard abs that pointed the way to his substantial bulge. His legs were well defined with muscle. His face was handsome and his curly brown hair framed green eyes. He was smoking hot.

The reason he looked shorter stood next to him and was handing a margarita glass to Ava. The man was a tall black Adonis and a walking wall of muscle. Not a bodybuilder muscle, but the muscle of a world-class athlete. I don’t think that there was an ounce of fat on the man. His handsome face looked familiar to me, but I couldn’t put my finger on why.

The three of them stood talking and laughing while sipping their margaritas. Ava downed hers, set her glass on the table, and then did something that both shocked and aroused me. She reached out and rubbed both men’s crotches. A clear signal had been sent, and the two men approached her close. The tall black man kissed her hard while his buddy ran his hands down her back and squeezed her ass. I don’t know when or how my robe fell open. One moment I was watching and the next I had one hand on my right breast and the other sliding between my labia.

It was a matter of moments before the two men had Ava naked, and only a moment more before they were as well. The shorter man had a nice long cock that was very thick and I couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like thrusting into me. My eyes nearly bulged out of my head when I saw the black man’s cock. He had the longest cock I’ve ever seen, and it was proportional in thickness. That meant he was huge. An erotic thrill ran through me, and not a little fear, as I watched it become erect. I remember thinking, How could any woman take that monster? I was about to get a demonstration.

The shorter of the two men grabbed a towel and dropped it on the deck at Ava’s feet. She took the hint immediately and dropped to her knees. She put a hand on each cock and began to lick them like the erotic lollipops they were. My fingers got busy rubbing my clit. I was on my way to the most epic masturbation session I’ve ever had.

I didn’t hear him enter the room and didn’t even realize he was there until I felt a hand caress my cheek. I was so lost in my arousal that I didn’t pause in my self-pleasure as I looked up at him. He smiled down at me and I was lost. His hands rested on my shoulders and began sliding my robe off. My hand stopped frantically diddling myself as he lifted me to my feet and my robe fell to the floor. He kissed me passionately and left me a mess of need. “Hi, I’m Daniel and you must be Emily.”

I could only nod as I gave him a long look. He was around six feet tall with blonde hair and the brightest blue eyes. His body was totally ripped and didn’t just invite my touch, it demanded it. My hands were running down his chest and his rock-hard abs without conscience thought on my part. He peeled his swim trunks off and revealed a nice seven-inch cock that looked absolutely scrumptious. My hand reached for his cock, drawn by an irresistible force. His satin hardness felt wonderful in my hand and I slowly pumped him as he lowered his head and sucked my nipple into his mouth. I was totally lost in lust. Thoughts of my husband, my conservative nature, or anything else, never entered my head. All I could think about was the sensations running through my body and the amazing man in front of me.

He spun me around to face the window and bent me forward at the waist. I watched Ava through the window as she sucked two big cocks and suddenly Daniel’s tongue was licking my wet pussy. He found my clit with his tongue and within seconds I was orgasming. His hands gripped my legs or I would have collapsed on the floor from the bliss. He gave me some time to stop shaking and once my mind started working again I knew what I had to have. I dropped to my knees and pulled his cock into my mouth. All I wanted at that moment was to suck his cock and make him feel what he had just made me feel.

I swirled my tongue around his cockhead, then licked his shaft, before taking him as deep into my mouth as I could. In moments he was groaning out his arousal while his hands lightly held the back of my head. I licked, I sucked, and I wanted his cum, but he wasn’t going to let me have it, yet. He pulled me to my feet, turned me around, and bent me over. Again, I was looking out the window. I watched as the black man began feeding his massive piece of meat into Ava’s pussy. Contrary to my concerns, Ava was obviously not in any pain. The look on her face was euphoric and her mouth opened readily for the shorter man’s cock. She was being spit-roasted right in front of me and it was by far the hottest thing I had ever seen.

I felt Daniel’s wonderful cock rub against my pussy, and I braced my hands on the windowsill as he entered me. With a few slow strokes, he was fully in me and I began to shake with lust. He began to stroke his amazing cock into me. As the three on the deck picked up their pace, Daniel did as well, until his cock was pounding my pussy. I began to orgasm and it never seemed to end. This is what I needed more than anything. I needed to be fucked hard and fast until I couldn’t cum anymore. Each stroke of his cock deep into my pussy brought me to a higher level of euphoria until I orgasmed so massively that I fell to the floor.

When I finally managed to collect myself, I looked up to see him smiling gently down at me. I did the only thing I could at that moment. I dove onto his cock and sucked for all I was worth. My hand pumped rapidly in time with my mouth. I wanted his cum and he was ready to give it to me. His cock swelled in my mouth and he grunted as the first shot flew from his cock onto my tongue. I sucked and swallowed greedily as he emptied his balls down my throat. I didn’t release him until I was absolutely sure I had taken all the cum he had.

He stood in silence for a few moments as the endorphins racing through him subsided, then helped me to my feet. He kissed me hard with lots of tongue and without regard to the fact that I had just swallowed his cum. It was amazingly hot and I was ready for more, but he wasn’t. As studly as he was, he still needed some recovery time.

Our kiss wound down and our lips separated. I don’t know what look I gave him, but if I had to guess it would be one of lust and appreciation. He gave me a lustful look back. “Fuck me! You are amazing. Please tell me we can do that again.”

I gave him the only response my body would let me. “I can’t wait.”

His smile lit up the room. “I look forward to it. Why don’t I let you get settled? When you’re ready, come on down to the pool. Just know this. I want you more than any woman I’ve ever met.”

He gave me another toe-curling kiss and left the room. I didn’t fuck around with unpacking. I jumped into the shower, planning on a quick rinse, but the feeling of the warm water raining down on my sensitive skin felt so wonderful that I lingered. My thoughts were all over the place, but firmly in the category of erotic. Those thoughts led me to wonder what everyone else was up to and suddenly I needed to find out. I left the shower with some regret, dried off, and put on the first bikini I could find. I left the room and headed to the pool deck.

Daniel met me at the sliding door with a fresh margarita and I gave him a hot kiss in thanks. We headed out onto the deck and stood watching as the two men continued to fuck Ava’s brains out. The shorter man was pounding her pussy with his fat cock while she sucked as much as she could of the black man’s massive cock. The shorter man suddenly plunged deep, and I could tell he was filling her with his cum. He had no sooner finished when the black man began cumming down Ava’s throat. In hindsight, it was probably fortunate for me that all three men were spent for the moment. I was completely out of control and all I wanted in that moment was to be fucked by the three of them.

Daniel and I slid into the cool water of the pool and it felt wonderful. He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. I felt his lips kissing my neck and I relaxed into his embrace. We watched as Ava’s bliss gradually ran through her and the two men helped her to her feet. Soon, the three of them joined us in the pool and Ava got around to introductions.

A smile lit up her face as she swam over to me. She pulled me away from Daniel and into her arms. She didn’t hesitate to kiss me, and I didn’t hesitate to let her. When we finally came up for air our three men were openly grinning at us. Ava pointed behind me at Daniel. “I take it you’ve already met Daniel?”

I felt a flash of arousal run through me. “Oh hell yes! We met. Oh god, he meated, er, met me so good.”

Her mouth fell open in happy shock. “Awesome! Just wait until you ‘meat’ these guys.”

She pointed toward the tall black man. “This is Logan. He’s a retired pro-football player. You may have seen him announcing a game. That’s what he does now.”

The light bulb lit and I remembered seeing him on television. Now that I was in front of him I began to appreciate how massive he was. He stood around six-four and it wasn’t surprising that everyone around him looked small. He was a big man, but the smile on his handsome face told me that he was a gentle giant.

Ava pointed at the other man. “This is Noah. Noah was a national champion wrestler and now owns a string of mixed martial arts gyms.”

Now that I saw him up close he didn’t look small at all. He was relatively short compared to Logan, but at five-nine, he wasn’t really short. Standing next to the massive Logan you would have thought he would be diminished, but the opposite was true. He was by far the most intimidating looking of the three. There was something almost animalistic about him that made me want to crawl into his cave with him so he could ravish me.

The next hour was a blur of swimming, drinking, dancing, and building arousal. I lived moment to moment in a euphoric daze with one thought in my mind. I wanted to be fucked, and fucked again until I couldn’t fuck anymore.

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Ken’s flight arrived two hours after Emily’s. By the time he arrived at Ava’s via taxi three hours had passed. His text to his sister went unanswered and he took a few minutes to sneak up and peek in the windows. He didn’t see anyone moving inside the house and decided that he would take the chance. Fortunately, the front door was unlocked and he quickly made his way to the basement control center. He spent a few minutes in the bathroom before settling onto the Herman Miller Aeron chair. He checked the cameras and found everyone on the pool deck dancing furiously. He was shocked at how frantically and blissfully his wife was dancing. He watched for a few minutes wondering what had gotten into her. He decided the best way to do that was to see what he had missed. He pulled up a video window and began playing back the camera feeds. What he saw shocked him to his core.

What the ever living fuck! The sight of his wife eating his sister’s pussy made him achingly hard and he took a few moments to undress. He sat back down in the chair, pulled the box of tissues sitting on the desk close, and began stroking his cock. When his sister orgasmed on his wife’s face, he shot cum all over his chest and belly. He switched cameras to the pool deck and let the video play on while he wiped up the mess. He watched as his sister was molested by the two men and nearly became lost in the sheer eroticism of the moment before it suddenly occurred to him that Emily wasn’t in the picture.

Changing cameras, he found his wife still in the bedroom, her pussy being pounded by some blonde stud. What the fuck? That can’t be Emily. It didn’t take him long to admit that it was indeed his reserved wife. Well, not so reserved now. How the hell did this happen, and so fast too?

His plan for his wife was suddenly out the window. He had to find out what the fuck was going on. He quickly dressed and ran up the stairs and out onto the pool deck. Things had changed a bit since he reviewed the video. His lovely, prudish, wife was on all fours with some short hulk of a guy’s cock in her mouth. What really amazed him was the tall black man that was sliding his massive cock into her pussy from behind. He stood there frozen as the big black cock slid deep into his wife. Her body began to shake and quiver as the mind-numbing orgasms continually washed over her.

He looked over at his sister in total shock. Ava saw movement out of the corner of her eye and tore her eyes away from the erotic sight in front of her. She saw her brother standing there and grinned at him like the cat that had eaten the canary. He staggered his way over to her while his eyes remained glued on his wife getting fucked like never before. “What the fuck is going on Sis?”

Ava laughed. “We’re having a wonderful time Bro. Grab a margarita and join us. You can fuck your wife too. Hell, maybe you’d like to fuck me. Ever thought about it?”

Too shocked to answer her question, he gave her a long look. “Are you guys on drugs?”

Her laugh was way too loud, and he knew something was really off. She shook her head. “Nope, just margaritas. We don’t need no stinking drugs man!”

Ken may have been a clueless husband, but he was far from stupid. He went into the house and found the tequila bottles lined up on the counter. There wasn’t much more than a liter gone from the first gallon, not nearly enough to explain the euphoric state they were all in. Two and two came quickly. That little fuck Brandon must have put something in the tequila.

Ken knew that there would be no reasoning with the inebriated group. He grabbed two of the gallons and carried them down to the video control room. Rushing back to the kitchen, he grabbed the remaining two and hid them there as well. He put the blender pitcher, lid, and stirring spoon in the dishwasher, added soap, and turned it on. The immediate problem solved, he knew he needed to replace the tequila he had hidden, or the group would know something was up. He grabbed his sister’s keys off the hook and headed out to her car, hoping he could get the liquor and return before more craziness ensued. He was only partially successful.

The trip to town and back took nearly an hour and when he returned the house was still silent. He carried the new bottles into the kitchen, emptied the dishwasher, and set everything up as it was before. He knew that he was powerless as long as they were all wasted. If he tried to interfere he was sure that the three studs would make short work of restraining him. He made his way back to the video control center to wait things out. He thought he had the bases covered for now. He was wrong.

Ava’s sister Lisa and her husband Owen were upstairs changing clothes. The couple had woken from an afternoon nap and had decided it was time to party. Both were sipping on jumbo margaritas because the big glasses were the first ones that Owen had grabbed. The two glasses held most of a pitcher and were rapidly becoming empty. They put their bathing suits on first and it wasn’t long after that when the euphoria began to build. Neither wanted to waste another minute in their room when they could be swimming and partying. They quickly decided to hit the pool deck and see what everyone was up to.

When the couple walked out onto the deck they did a double take, trying to understand the sight before them. Emily was busily riding Noah’s cock while sucking Daniel’s like she had fallen in love with it. Ava was standing nude, watching the action, and playing with her nipples. Owen spotted her and his cock rose rapidly until he was hard as granite. He didn’t hesitate, he walked over to her, dropped his swim trunks to the deck, slid his cock between her legs, and kissed her. Their tongues met in acceptance of a mutual fantasy made real, and he sawed his cock between her labia. Her own wetness lubricated his cock as it slid across her clit, and the sensation made her moan with need.

Lisa was oblivious to her husband’s out-of-character actions with her sister. Her eyes had latched onto Logan, and she was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. His body fascinated her and thrilled her in equal measure. She had never seen another human body so beautiful and she had to touch him. He smiled at her approach, but her eyes didn’t meet his. Her focus was on his chest, his rock-hard abs, and lower. Her hands were rubbing his chest when she finally tilted her head up and looked into his eyes. A moan escaped her as she fell into his warm brown eyes. She stood on the tips of her toes and tilted her head up, and his came down to meet her. Their lips met and the heat between them exploded.

Ken sat in the video room and ran his sweaty palm back through his hair, Where the fuck did they come from? More importantly, what the fuck do I do now? Ken knew that there was nothing he could do but protect them from hurting themselves if at all possible. They didn’t look like they were overdosing on whatever the hell they were on. It didn’t look like their health was at risk and involving the authorities would surely lead to bad things. Tomorrow would be a different story. Tomorrow they would all talk about what happened and how, then decide as a group what to do next.

For now, all he could do is wait and try to mitigate any damage. He suspected that as high as they all were, the fall would be hard when the drugs finally wore off. He’d monitor them closely until they did come down to make sure they didn’t get worse. There was the added benefit of watching his wife get the living shit fucked out of her. In the hours that followed he had a lot of time to think about what would happen when tomorrow came, and the days after. He wasn’t sure whether to be excited at the prospects or fearful of the consequences.

Knowing that he wouldn’t be disturbed for a while, Ken went to the kitchen, made a sandwich, grabbed a caffeine drink from the frig, and returned to the video room. He settled in for the long haul and watched things play out on the deck. He ate half his sandwich before he set the plate aside and began stroking his cock, his hunger forgotten.

Owen and Ava had moved on from the standing tease and had found a nearby lounger to come together on. Owen’s face was buried between Ava’s slender legs, and she was running her hands through his hair as she moaned her appreciation. Her moans soon got louder until with a loud screech, she orgasmed and flooded Owen’s face. A grinning and wet-faced Owen looked up at her with lascivious intent. He wiped her wetness from his face as he moved up her body. His throbbing cock homed in on her pussy with unerring accuracy. His glans penetrated her as their lips met and their tongues swirled when he slid in deep. Owen’s deeply secret fantasy to fuck his beautiful sister-in-law was really happening and it was better than he could have ever imagined.

Ava had wanted this for a long time. She’d often fantasized about fucking her little sister’s husband but would never let that secret see the light of day. Now, for some reason that wasn’t too clear to her at the moment, her fantasy was coming true. His hairy chest was doing amazing things to her nipples and his nicely shaped cock was hitting all the right spots. He was fucking her so good and she was determined to do the same for him. In that, she was very successful.

Owen’s pace picked up and his cock was long stroking as smoothly and deeply as he could manage. Ava was so close. “Pound me now! Pound my pussy!”

To hear was to obey and Owen was more than happy to obey. Their groins slapped together as he pounded his cock into her as fast and hard as he was able. He didn’t have the stamina to keep up such a pace for long, but neither of them needed much time. Ava began thrashing and let out another scream as her orgasm took over her body. Owen watched her face through squinted eyes as she orgasmed, and his pressure built to the inevitable explosion. His cum sprayed over and over into her receptive pussy until there was nothing left. They remained connected and their mouths met in a lustful, and loving, kiss. They continued to kiss deeply for long minutes until the heat finally cooled between them enough to separate. Owen stood and helped her to her feet. They walked hand in hand to the pool and slid into the cool water. Soon they were wrapped up in each other’s arms and kissing deeply, oblivious to anything else around them.

Lisa, the former cheerleader, stood more than a foot shorter than Logan and didn’t need to drop to her knees, she only needed to bend over to suck his massive cock. An act she was demonstrating with remarkable skill. She couldn’t take much of him into her mouth, but what she did, she worshipped with her tongue. Logan’s forehead was clenched and his eyes squeezed close as the petite bombshell gave him the best blow job he’d ever had. Before she could take him too far, too soon, his big hands gripped her hips. He picked her up, flipped her upside down, and planted her pussy on his mouth. He licked deep as she did her best to blow him with her head hanging down.

Realizing that the blood was rushing to her head, Logan pulled her from his face, flipped her back up, and carried her over to an empty lounger. He deposited her on her back and was back between her legs, licking her sweet pussy before her dizziness passed. Dizziness was soon replaced with rapture as the petite beauty orgasmed on Logan’s deft tongue.

Logan gave her a few moments to come back to earth, then rolled them until he was on his back and she sat astraddle of him. “Sweetheart, what’s your name?”

Lisa giggled as she looked down at him. “I guess if we’re gonna fuck we should probably know each other’s names. I’m Lisa and I’m sooo glad to meet you.”

Logan couldn’t help but grin at the vivacious little blonde. “I’m Logan and I very much want to fuck you. I’m a bit big for you so, why don’t you decide how much you can take?”

Lisa nodded her head rapidly, raised up, and reached down to grip his cock. She pointed him upward and lowered her dripping pussy onto his glans. A fraction of an inch at a time her pussy enveloped his cockhead until it was fully inside. Sliding farther now, a full inch, and a wiggle of the hips to adjust. Another inch, and another, and then she slid nearly off before reclaiming those precious inches. Deeper now, she’s never been this full, and she wanted more. Another rise to the tip, and then slide back down until he’s as deep as she can take. She dwells there for a while, just feeling his immense cock filling her, pulsing within her, and it’s all too much. She’s never had an orgasm like this in her life and it’s more amazing than she could have imagined.

Her quivering gradually subsided and she was positively glowing. She looked at Logan mischievously. “It’s time for me to move baby.”

Lisa leaned forward and braced herself on his chest. Then she began to move her hips, swirling her pussy around his cock, and pressing it deeper. Her clit could now rub against his groin and she began to do so. Soon she was sliding inches of him in and out while grinding against him. Her passion grew, her pussy stretched, and she began thrusting her hips up and down. She let his cock nearly come out and with perfect timing drove her pussy back down his shaft. Logan lay there in awe of her sexual acrobatics. Not to mention the fact that she was fucking him like no one ever had before. Her pussy was amazing. It seemed to have muscles that other pussies didn’t have. Lisa’s pussy was rippling along his cock as she rode him, and the sensation was driving him wild.

Sweat beaded Lisa’s forehead and she was breathing hard. Logan decided it was time for him to take charge. He rolled them again and was soon looking down on the petite beauty with his cock halfway inside her. Lisa’s hands came up and ran over his chest, up his neck, and across his face. “You're magnificent. So big, so strong, you could crush me, but you never would. You’d prefer to kill me by fucking me to death, and I’m thinking that’s the way I want to go.”

Logan felt something rush over him as he looked at Lisa. He was suddenly feeling things he’d never felt with a woman before. She was looking at him with adoration and he began to move in her. He watched her face clench in pleasure as he slid deep and her wonderful pussy held him in a loving embrace. Their passion, and their pace, grew until he was fucking her long and deep.

Lisa was experiencing a continuous orgasm and her senses were overwhelmed with pleasure. She had never felt such ecstasy. His thrusts grew rapid and deep, his balls drew up against his body, and his cock swelled. His suddenly larger cockhead and the hot cum shooting deep into her pussy sent Lisa over the edge into the most mind-blowing orgasm of her young life.

Logan held her close in his arms and they kissed as they lay in the afterglow. After a while Logan stood, picked Lisa up, and walked into the house carrying her in his arms. He took her to his room, shut the door, and locked it. The couple made love until the drugs, drinking, and exhaustion got the best of them. They fell asleep without a thought about what waking would bring.

Lisa didn’t have too much to worry about, all things considered. Her husband was spooning her sister, in her sister’s bed. They’d made their escape to the bedroom shortly after getting into the pool and had fucked each other until they hit their own wall. The new day would be interesting for them as well.

Emily, Noah, and Daniel had been in the pool cooling off when the two couples snuck off. They went inside long enough to make a new round of margaritas before moving back to the pool. They hung out in the water, drank, and laughed their asses off about just about everything. Emily gradually stopped laughing. The euphoria had left her and now she was drunk, tired, and sore. She gulped down her drink and climbed out of the pool. “It’s been fun guys, but I’m going to bed. I’m done.”

Emily managed to brush her teeth before collapsing onto the bed and falling deep asleep. Ken had been watching and he knew that he didn’t want Emily waking up alone in the morning. When reality hit she could easily turn into a basket case, and he needed to be there for her. He grabbed his bag on the way out of the video room and went upstairs to his wife. She barely moved when he pulled the covers down and slipped her nude body onto the sheets. He pulled the covers up under her chin, then undressed for bed. He climbed in next to her and pulled her into his arms. She was asleep but her nostrils flared and she smiled. “Mmm, it’s you.”

Ken felt uplifted. After all that had happened, she hadn’t forgotten his smell, and it still made her happy to be close to him. He relaxed, content for the moment, and soon drifted off to sleep.

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Ken was the first awake in the house for obvious reasons. He showered as Emily slept on. He watched her sleep for a while and grew bored waiting. After a trip to the kitchen, coffee, and a nice breakfast, he returned to the bedroom and his sleeping wife. She’d been asleep for ten hours now and he was beginning to wonder if she was going to wake up before bedtime. The rest of the house was still silent, so he wandered around straightening and collecting trash. He killed another two hours and the house was back to pre-party state when he noticed Emily beginning to stir.

He sat down on the bed next to her, and when he saw that she was coming awake, began to stroke her hair. A soft smile lit her face as she took comfort in his caress and gradually returned from dreamland. Ken knew immediately when she came fully awake. Her body stiffened and her eyes moved rapidly, telling Ken that she was remembering last night. Her face turned deep red in shame and tears began to fall. Ken immediately enveloped her in his arms, “Shh baby, it’s all right. It wasn’t your fault. Someone put drugs in the tequila. I love you and it’s all right. It’s going to be ok.”

She cried in silence, unable to speak, or even form a coherent sentence. Ken held her and let her cry until the worst of it passed. He decided to come clean with her in the hope that she would open up to him. “I set up this week with Ava because I wanted you to open up sexually. I faked the work thing and had planned to watch in hiding while three hot studs tempted you. I wanted you to have fun opening up with those guys and I set this whole thing up so that could happen. I had no idea that the tequila would be spiked with drugs. I strongly suspect that Brandon is responsible for drugging the tequila and all of us in the house need to talk about that, but right now I need you to talk to me. Tell me what you’re thinking, what you’re feeling.”

She started and stopped several times before speaking. “I fucked three virtual strangers and your sister. That’s not me. I would never do something like that, and I hate myself for doing it. What I really hate is the fact that I loved it. I loved every second of it, and now I’m a cheating whore who doesn’t deserve to be married. Most of that is the drug’s fault, but some of it is yours. It enrages me that you set me up to be a fuck toy for three men. Did you really think that I would go from a properly reserved wife to a wanton slut just because I saw some hot men?”

She paused for breath. “You didn’t stop and think for one minute about the consequences, or what this would do to our marriage. You used me like an object, and I should hate you for that. So, why am I grief-stricken at the thought of losing you? I love you, you fucking bastard, and now I don’t know what to do!”

Ken gently stroked her arm. “I am a bastard and none of this is your fault. It’s all on me and you will never lose me unless you want me to go. Just say the word and I’ll never bother you again. It will break my heart, but I made my bed, and I’ll have to sleep in it. I tried to get more from you than you were ready to give, and now I could lose my everything.”

Emily hugged him hard. “I don’t want you to leave, but I’m not getting over what you did anytime soon. I don’t know that I’ll ever get over what I did.”

Ken’s relief was palpable. “Do you want to go home or stay?”

“Stay.”

Ken was a bit surprised. “How do you see the rest of the week going?”

Emily pulled back and looked him in the eye. “You started this and I’m going to go with it. I’ll fuck who I want to fuck, when I want to fuck them, and that may, or may not, include you. You do what you want with whomever you want, as long as it’s here. This isn’t a hall pass for you to go pick up some strange pussy. That would end us in a second.”

Ken nodded. “So, what you’re saying is I can fuck you if you decide you want it, or I can fuck my sisters, while you can fuck every man here?”

“You got it in one.” Emily was torn. She needed to make a strong statement to her husband and scare him enough that he’d stop manipulating her. Yes, the sex last night had been awesome, but she didn’t need that temptation in her life. She wanted Ken to tell her they were going home, or at the minimum, make his own rules to counter hers.

Ken never wavered. “If that’s what you want, then that’s the way it will be. I’ve lost the right to say shit about it.”

In any marriage, there are moments when husband and wife reach a solution based on the total misunderstanding of their spouse’s thoughts on the subject. He thought she was thinking this, and she thought he was thinking that when in reality, both were thinking something else entirely. Ken couldn’t be blamed too much for not getting the nuances of his wife’s statements. He was out of his comfort zone just dealing with his wife’s unhappiness with him. He was desperate to save his marriage and would have done pretty much anything she asked in order to do that. Then, of course, there is the normal male obliviousness that you can never discount.