By the time we got back to our room after our liaison with Aliah and Jamal, we were spent. We took a nice warm bath in the double soaker tub and reminisced about the night we’d experienced. Ordinarily, such reminiscences would lead to another round of sucking and fucking culminating in loud and wet orgasms but we just didn’t have anything left to give. We finished our bath, got dried off and climbed into bed, our naked bodies cuddling together as sleep captured us.

The next two days were ours alone. It’s not that we didn’t have any opportunities but we both knew without saying so that we needed to reconnect and leave the outside world to their own devices. We did go outside, catch some sun and otherwise mingle with the other guests but we chose to keep our private time private. We made love morning and night but didn’t engage others in that way. Greg and Kelly tried to tempt us into another evening in their hot tub but we politely declined.

On Friday morning, Amy took her usual morning stretch in front of the open balcony window. She was, as she had been every morning since our arrival, naked as the day she was born, unconcerned that someone else might see her. She even went out onto the balcony and stretched, gripping the top of the -railing before coming back inside. A wolf-whistle from a passing admirer put a smile on her face and that smile put a smile on mine. “So our last night here, whatever shall we do?” she asked me as she came back in and hugged me.

“Just see what opportunities come up and go from there?” I suggested.

“We could, or we could be a little more proactive!” she grinned. She came to me and knelt in front of me, taking me in her mouth.

“Let’s take this to the shower!” I suggested. We’d been having shower sex at least once a day and were, in my opinion, getting pretty damn good at it!

As we rinsed off she said, “I’ve been thinking about something we talked about a few nights ago. About me having three men at once. Would you still be all right with that?”

“As long as I was one of the three, no problem,” I said.

“And if you weren’t?” she asked.

“What did you have in mind?

She kissed me, no doubt to soften me up, “Well, I was reading this story about a woman who was at a party and she ended up in a bedroom a of large house taking on all comers, men and women alike. ‘Passed around like a party favour’ was how the story put it. I think I might like to try that!”

“And what would I be doing during this debauchery?” I asked.

“Participating,” she suggested. “Keeping me safe?”

“Safe? I’m not sure that anything like that would be particularly safe!” I said.

“So you don’t agree?” she asked.

“Maybe another time,” I said.

“Maybe another time,” she smiled. “Hey, you didn’t say no!”

“No, I just said not now!” We kissed again. “There’s a dance party in the main lounge tonight. We don’t have to leave until mid-morning tomorrow, maybe we could go dancing!”

“You hate dancing!” she giggled

“But you love it more than I hate it,” I said. “So I’ll go dancing!”

“You are too good to me!” she whispered.

“Yes, I am!” I agreed.

We ate lunch and dinner at the buffet, choosing to hang out poolside in between. They saw Greg and Kelly and waved them over. “You guys have any plans for tonight?” Amy asked.

“We’re just going to have a quiet night to ourselves,” said Greg. I nodded knowing that Kelly was going to receive some news she might not like later.

“We’re going dancing!” Amy said excitedly.

"Like Greg said, we’re keeping to ourselves tonight,” Kelly said. “I’d love to go dancing but he’s insisting.”

“Oh, okay,” Amy said, a little disappointed that the other two wouldn’t be joining them. They waved and left, saying they hoped to see them in the morning.

“Something is up with them,” Amy said.

“Greg told me the first night we met them when you two were in the bathroom,” I said. “This is their last trip together. Greg and his wife want to start a family and this is their last fling before settling down.”

“Oh, poor Kelly!” Amy said sadly. “We have to talk about that too, don’t we?”

“When we get home,” I said. “We can talk about that then.”

After dinner, we retired to our room for a while and then got ready to go to the lounge to hit the dance floor. I was dressed in simple slacks and a lightweight shirt, Amy chose a hot but not super hot bra and thong set preferring bare legs over a garter and stockings. She toned down the makeup a bit and she emerged from the bedroom looking a bit more like the sweet housewife and mom that I married than the hotwife she’d become this week. Don’t get me wrong, she was still hot, smokin’ hot, but a bit less overtly than she’d been the nights we shared ourselves with others.

The lounge wasn’t too crowded but there were plenty of people moving and dancing to the music, which was a bit loud for my liking. You know what they say, if it’s too loud, you’re too old! Amy on the other hand loved it and she was raring to go from the second she heard the driving bass. I left her on the dance floor to get us a couple of drinks each and when I saw her next, she was surrounded by four men, all young, all fit and all ogling her like they were hungry lions and she was a piece of meat.

It took me a few minutes to catch her attention but finally, she looked my way. “What’s up?” she asked when she got close enough that we could talk without shouting.

“I’m a little worried about the way those guys are leering at you!” I said.

“What? They weren’t leering! We were just dancing!” she protested. I didn’t want to start a fight so I acquiesced. She picked up her drink and twirled around, bouncing to the beat. I could tell it was going to be a long night but I promised myself the only time I would be letting her out of my sight was when she went to the bathroom. That meant I ended up spending a lot more time on the dance floor than I had planned to. A small price to pay for keeping an eye on her.

We’d received several propositions throughout the night including one from a rather overweight older couple who promised us a night we’d never forget and another couple who were covered in tattoos and piercings who, if I’m honest, gave off a bad aura. In the end, we left the lounge alone.

As we made our way to the elevator, Amy stopped. “Listen!” she whispered, a little more loudly than she probably wanted to considering she was pretty drunk. I listened carefully and then heard a soft sob echoing from down the corridor. We peeked our heads around the corner and saw Kelly sitting on a padded bench, crying. Amy rushed over to her.

“Are you okay, Sweetie? What’s wrong?” Kelly just looked up at her. “Oh, he’s told you then?”

“You knew? How could you know?” she asked as if stunned. I sat beside her while Amy knelt on the hard stone floor.

“He told me, the first night we met. You girls were in the washroom and he and I talked about the whole sharing thing and he told me that this was your last trip together.” I hugged her tightly. “I’m sorry, Kelly.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked.

“He asked me not to. He wanted to make this night special, for you two to be alone together. I take it that’s not worked out very well.” I was genuinely sad for her.

“I just don’t understand. We have such a good thing going! Once a year it’s just us two and we come here or to another place like it, we spend time together, we sometimes find new people like you to play with and every year, on our last night together, we have a blowout party where both of us get together with anyone who’ll have us!”

“You have to see his side of it though,” I said. “He and Sandra want to start a family and they’ve decided when that happens, they’re going to give up this lifestyle.”

“It makes sense in my head but not so much in my heart,” she started sobbing again. Amy held her and let her get it all out of her system.

“Why don’t you come upstairs with us? We’ll get you cleaned up and talk this through. I might have an insight into this that will help.” She hugged Kelly again and stood her up. We made our way to the elevators and went upstairs.

We entered our room and Amy asked me to fetch a couple of facecloths wet with warm water. She gently washed Kelly’s face and dried her off. “You know our story, right? How I was married to George’s brother and he was killed and I was left a widow. Let me tell you, if I knew I was going to lose the man I loved forever, do you think I would have spent the night sitting in a hotel corridor crying?”

Kelly stopped and looked at her. “No, Kelly. I would go to him and love him and give him a night neither of us would ever forget. That’s what you should do now, go to him and love him and make him remember this night until the day he dies. Make him wonder, what if!”

Kelly’s face changed and she kissed Amy. “You’re right Amy. I have this chance and I’m letting it get away! I have to go to him! Help me get ready!”

“You’re ready!” Amy said. “You don’t need all that paint and powder; you are beautiful just as you are! Let him see that and tell him how you feel! Tell him you love him and you’ll never forget him and that your life is better for him having been in it!”

“Just like yours is for having had your late husband in yours,” she replied. Amy nodded. She kissed Amy gently. “Who knows, maybe someday we can get back together?”

“Maybe,” Amy whispered. “And if he rejects you, come back to us. We’ll make it all better!”

“Thank you, Amy!” she said softly. She stood up and came to me, wrapping her arms around me and kissing me deeply. “You are a very, very lucky man, you know that?”

“I learn every day how lucky I am!” I said. “Good luck! You have our contact info, right?” She nodded. “Keep in touch, please, let us know how things go.”

“I will!” she promised.

The door closed behind her and I turned to see Amy wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. “I miss him too,” I said.

“It’s not that,” she said. “I was just thinking where I might be if you hadn’t been so patient and persistent. It’s not worth thinking about.” She pulled me in for a tight hug. “I think my wild week has been enough for a lifetime!”

“We can talk about that too!” I said. “How about a nice soak in the hot tub?” She smiled and nodded and started taking off her dress. I helped her and she helped me and soon we were naked and hugging each other. I led her to the balcony and opened the door. We settled into the warm water and let the bubbling and churning relax us.

Amy put her hand on my arm, “Shut off the jets!” she said. The water stopped bubbling and everything fell silent. Then we heard Greg and Kelly below us sharing their love as they were of a similar mind to us.

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this,” we heard Kelly say. “It was just supposed to be one week a year of naughty fun and then back to reality. I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with you!”

“No, it wasn’t was it?” Greg replied. “I will miss you, Kelly Maguire!”

“I’ll miss you too, Greg Stafford!” We heard them kiss then we heard them make love. Their moaning and sighing turned us on and soon, after they finished, they were listening to us. When we finished and were relaxing again, we heard, “We’re going to miss you guys too!” They laughed and we laughed with them. We heard the jets on their hot tub start and we started ours.

The next morning, Amy got up and did her usual naked stretch on the balcony. Then she came inside and we made love before showering together. Reluctantly, we packed our bags and made ready for our return to reality. I checked our flights and everything appeared to be on time. We ate at the resort buffet and then checked out and waited for the transfer bus to the airport. As we waited, Kelly spotted us and ran over, dragging Greg behind her. We hugged and kissed like old friends, “I was talking to Tom last night and he said he’d love to meet you guys!”

“Maybe we can arrange that!” Amy said. “We have a lot of things to talk about when we get home and we’ll be busy moving in to our new house and getting the kids settled. George Jr starts school in a month and we have to get child care sorted because we’ll be living a bit further from our parents. I promise we’ll get in touch though!”

 The two women hugged again and then whispered so only they could hear each other. I hugged Kelly and shook Greg’s hand, wishing them both safe travels and wishing Greg all the best. I doubted I would ever see either one of them again.

The bus pulled up and we helped the driver load the bags aboard. When we sat down I noticed tears on Amy’s cheeks. I hugged her and she sniffled, “Goodbyes are hard!”

“You’ve had harder goodbyes than that!” I said.

She nodded, “That doesn’t make these any easier!”

“I suppose not,” I said.

"What were you whispering about?" I asked.

"That's between us!" Amy replied.

There was a minor hiccup on the way home when our connecting flight got delayed because of a maintenance issue. My parents were keeping the kids so I called them and said we wouldn’t be home until nearly midnight. They said they would happily keep them another night but they'd be disappointed. We spoke to the children and told them we’d see them tomorrow and we would all go live in our new house. They both seemed very excited about that.

We finally got home to our new house. “One good thing about being delayed,” I said.

“Yes! We get to christen our new house properly!” Amy answered. I unlocked the front door and picked her up to carry her across the threshold. When we got inside and I flipped on the light we saw that everything had been set up, all our new furniture was in place and a bottle of champagne was in a bucket of ice on the kitchen counter along with two glasses. There was a card with a note that read, “Welcome Home, Mr. and Mrs. O’Brien!” It was signed by all the people at my company.

I set Amy down and we went from room to room to explore. When we got to our bedroom, there was a box on the bed and a note on top of it. “I didn’t know where to put this! Love Mom!” It was Amy’s toy box, the one where she kept her vibrators, dildos and other assorted marital aids. “Do you think she looked inside it?” she asked.

“I don’t even know which of our mothers it was!" I said.

“It’s my mom’s handwriting,” Amy said.

“Then I doubt she looked inside it,” I said.

“Maybe,” she replied. “So, which room should we christen first?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “Let’s finish exploring and then decide!”

We went through every room from the basement to the attic. The basement wasn’t finished yet, that was a project for me for down the road. It seemed wrong to fuck in our children’s rooms and the spare bedroom didn’t have a bed or any furniture in it yet so that one was out. That left the kitchen, living room, dining room, foyer and laundry room. We decided to start in the kitchen and promised we would christen every other room in the house, one at a time until we’d covered them all.

I opened the wine, poured us each a glass, and we toasted, “To us!” Then we started kissing and soon she was on her back on the kitchen island and I was licking and suckling on her clit. She thrashed and moaned for a bit and then stopped me, “My turn!” She hopped down and I hopped up. The island was at just the wrong height, if she knelt down, I was too high and if she stood, I was too low. So she pulled me off the island and onto my feet and we found that the height was just right. She took my cock into her throat until I was almost ready to cum and then stopped. She sat on one of the stools at the breakfast nook and we found that it was the perfect height for me to get between her legs and slide my cock into her leaking pussy.

“Fuck me, George!” she cried as she wrapped her calves around my butt to keep me from getting away. She hung off my neck with one arm while her other hand went to her pussy and I felt her fingers against my shaft as she teased her clit as I slid in and out. “Harder!” she urged me. “HARDER!” I recalled the night she begged Jamal to fill e her pussy with his thick cock and how she screamed and moaned as she came all around his shaft.  That memory put me over the top and I filled my pussy with my cum.

“Don’t stop, Baby! I’m so close!” she whimpered as though she was afraid I wouldn’t finish the job. After a short pause to allow the most intense part of my orgasm to pass, I started again, pistoning my cock into her pussy. “Yes, Baby! That’s what I need!” she moaned and I felt her bite my shoulder. We had long agreed to never mark each other but that vow went flying out the window as her teeth extracted the fare from my body. Thankfully it was low enough that a T-shirt would cover it easily.

The padded seat of the stool got soaked as she came, loudly and wetly, crying my name over and over as I fucked her. Finally, she clung tightly and her moans turned to whispers, “I love you so much George! Thank you for an amazing honeymoon! It was perfect!”

I backed away a bit and kissed her, my cock still fully inside her. “I had as much fun as you did!”

“I know but it was so much harder for you,” she said. “I promise I’ll never ask you to do anything you’re not comfortable doing again!”

I kissed her softly, “Yes, you will and I will probably do it, even if I don’t want to.” She smiled her beautiful smile at me, "That smile right there! That is why I can't say no to you!"

She kissed me and squeezed her legs around my ass. “Which room next?”

We ended up christening our bedroom that night and then the living room and the laundry room in the morning before we went to pick up the children. We went grocery shopping on the way before going to my parents to get the kids. We ended up spending most of the day there as our families all came over to greet us. We managed to answer all their questions without giving them all the explicit details but her mom wondered why we had taken so few photos.

“We were a little busy, Mom!” she said shyly.

Life returned to normal, we ended up going on a date night at least once a month during which we christened every other room in the house, including the kids’ bedrooms. We had to inflate an air mattress on the basement floor but we ticked that one off too. The attic space was last and we itched and scratched for hours after rolling around in the fibreglass insulation up there! Then, about six months after we returned home we got a text from Greg asking us to call. We called that night after the kids went to bed.

“We’re pregnant!” he said. “Me and Sandra are going to have a baby!”

“That’s awesome news!” Amy said and then she and a woman she had never met began chattering away loudly. After the call ended, she looked at me. “Is it time, George?”

“I think maybe it is,” I said. We agreed that she would go off the pill at the end of her current cycle and then start making babies of our own. She told her mother that we were going to try and before we knew it, we had offers for overnight babysitting from both sets of parents, our siblings and even friends. Her mom was a bit of a gossip and was constitutionally incapable of keeping a secret. Except of course the secret about our toy box.

Eleven months later, our son, Gregory was born and a year after that, our daughter, Kelly. We told our lovers that we named our kids after our first outside lovers and they were both thrilled. Greg and Sandra visited once Amy was fully recovered and we got together with them at their hotel on one of our date nights. A few months later we went to visit with Kelly and Tom and again the cum flowed and spurted as we fed that hunger to enjoy ourselves with other people.

There were other lovers, male, female, and couples, whose attention we enjoyed over the years but we never again went to an adults-only resort. Amy never did get the chance to be passed around like a party favour but that idea did make for many, many nights of fantasies as I filled her pussy and ass with toys as she sucked my cock. There were many other fantasies inspired by the stories we read and the videos we watched alone and together, some of which we lived out and others we didn't.

We went on vacation for our tenth anniversary, renting a small cabin in the mountains far enough from civilization that only the wildlife would hear our screams. She asked me to masturbate over her while she fucked herself with her favourite toy, a long thick dark cock which reminded us both of Jamal. She came first and I came just after, splattering my cum all over her face and then cleaning her with my lips and tongue. We fucked in many different positions that weekend and on the last evening, as we lay in bed after I cleaned my cum from her pussy, she whispered, "I think my favourite thing to do is have you lick my cunt clean of your cum!" Then said something that surprised me. “George, can I tell you something?”

“Anything,” I said.

“The first time I went out with your brother, I was hoping you’d get jealous enough to ask me out again. If you had, I would have said yes.”

“That would have been good information to have twenty years ago!” I exclaimed.

“No matter,” she said. “Things have a way of working out in the end!”

They do,” I said. We kissed and our collective libido roared to life again. “Amy?”

“Yes, darling?”

“Strap on that harness and fuck my ass!”