Cheryl was withdrawn the following morning at brunch in the dining room. She’d barely spoken to Drew as they had showered, dressed, and prepared for the day.
“What’s on today’s agenda?” Drew asked, trying to lighten the mood.
Cheryl glared at him across the table.
“You want to just tour around the island?” he suggested. “Or, maybe you’d prefer to spend it by the pool? This is our last day, you know.”
Either she hadn’t made up her mind or was merely intent on making him feel uncomfortable.
“Cheryl, honey,” he asked in a low, pleading voice. “If you won’t talk to me I can’t fix whatever it is that has you so angry.”
“I’m not angry,” she snipped.
“Really,” he chuckled. “You haven’t said a word since we got back to the room last night. We didn’t make love this morning, and you’ve got a huge wall set up between us. If it isn’t anger, what is it?”
“You used me. I don’t like being used.”
“So you are angry,” he stated.
“Alright,” she said, slamming her fork onto the table. “I’m pissed.”
“Can we talk about it?”
“In the room,” she snapped at him.
When he opened the door to their room she twisted on a heel, and glared at him. “I thought I loved you. I thought you loved me. But, you’re a real asshole. You manipulated me to get what you wanted and that just pissed me off,” she steamed.
“What the hell are you talking about?” He placed the key on the desktop and moved toward the bedside table where the telephone sat. He picked it up.
“Don’t you dare call them!” she nearly shouted.
“I’m calling room service for coffee and Kahlua,” he protested, surprised. “Don’t call who? Micah and Melissa? Is that who you thought I was calling?”
“Of course that’s who I thought you were calling.”
“Hi,” Drew said into the phone. “This is room 127. Could I get two coffee and Kahluas, please?” He paused for a minute. “Thank you.” He hung up the phone and turned to Cheryl.
“Alright,” he said to her. “Let’s deal with this. What exactly are you talking about?”
“You wanted to fuck Melissa. You used me so you could do it.”
Drew shook his head. “I didn’t, Cheryl. I didn’t use you.”
“You had me suck him and fuck him so that you could fuck her.”
“Do you really believe that?”
“It happened, didn’t it? That and everything else.”
Drew stepped to one of the chairs by the round table near the window. He sat, drummed his fingers for a few moments, and looked into her flashing eyes. “I love you, Cheryl,” he said calmly.
“That’s bullshit,” she nearly screamed. “You used me.”
He shook his head slowly. “All I did was give you options,” he said. “You didn’t have to do anything last night.”
“You encouraged me to suck him!” she spat out.
“All I indicated is that if you wanted to, it was okay.”
“So you could eat her little pussy and have her suck you!”
“It was a complete surprise to me.”
“You could have resisted.”
“I did, several times. If I remember, I even looked at you to see what you wanted. You didn’t even shake your head, much less tell me not to do it.”
“What was I supposed to do? I already was sucking him off.”
“Did you like it?”
“That’s not the point!” she fumed furiously.
“What is the point, then, Cheryl?”
“You let me get fucked!”
“I did? Honey, you did it. You didn’t have to.”
“But I knew you wanted her. I did it so you could fuck her?”
“And that’s my fault?”
“You weren’t supposed to let me get that way. But you did because you wanted to fuck her. I only did it because I love you and I knew that’s what you wanted.”
“So you really didn’t want to do him?”
“At the time I was so turned on that I did. But you let me get that way. You let him eat me. And then, when they fucked, it looked so hot. And then…”
“I know. But it wasn’t planned, Cheryl. All it was about was exploring those new options; exploring the sexual territory you’ve never experienced.”
“She ate my pussy, Drew!” she screamed. “She ate my pussy while you were fucking her. I could feel you pounding into her. I never, ever, did anything like that before in my life!”
“I remember it, Cheryl. But, tell me. All that noise you were making, all the groans and pleadings for more, and the cries about needing to get fucked; those were supposed to indicate that you didn’t want that? And when Micah finally got hard enough to fuck you, I don’t remember you saying one word about not wanting it.”
“You were supposed to stop it!” she screamed.
“Why?”
“Because you’re supposed to love me! Because you shouldn’t want anybody else to fuck me. And you certainly shouldn’t want another woman to suck my pussy!”
“Are you in love with Micah?” Drew asked evenly.
“Of course not,” she state succinctly.
“Melissa?”
“Don’t be stupid.”
“But everything that happened was hot, sexy, and, overall, some great sex.”
Cheryl sat emphatically on the bed. The little bounce of her tantrum made Drew smile.
“It was wrong,” she stated. “It was perverted and wrong.”
Drew shook his head. “It wasn’t. It was just great sex. You had some. I had some. You know what I think?”
“What?” Cheryl sulked.
“I don’t think you’re angry. You’re not pissed. You’re embarrassed, yet again.”
“Of course I’m embarrassed. My god, Drew! I don’t do those things!”
“And I think you’re a little scared, too. Your perception of perversion got turned upside down last night when you found out how much you liked it.”
Cheryl’s tone shifted from petulant to pleading. “Why did you let me do those things, Drew? You shouldn’t have let me.”
Drew stood and moved next to her on the bed. He planted a kiss at her temple and inhaled the fresh fragrance of her hair.
“Because I love you, Cheryl. I wanted you to be free to do whatever you desired. I neither encouraged nor prohibited you. All I did was give you your freedom.”
“I’ll do whatever you want, Drew. You know that. So, you have a responsibility to make sure I don’t go too far.”
“What did you do last night that you think went too far?”
“You let Micah fuck me.”
“Was it horrid?”
“Not really.”
“It was nasty, hot, and sexy, wasn’t it? Another man fucking you in front of his wife and your lover?”
“Oh, god,” she moaned.
“Makes you wet thinking about it, doesn’t it?”
Cheryl looked at him, her eyes glistening. “How did you know that?”
Drew chuckled. “Because I know you, and I love you. And, you got wet because, given the opportunity, you’d let him fuck you again.”
“Do you want me to do that?” Her voice was soft.
He grinned at her. “If you want to, you should. I know Melissa wouldn’t mind.”
“Because it would mean you’d do her, too?”
He shook his head in the negative. “Not necessarily. In fact, we could call them. I’ll tell him that you want him this afternoon. Melissa and I will just go to bar and have those fruity drinks with umbrellas while you and Micah have your time together.”
“She’ll want you,” Cheryl stated flatly.
“I don’t love her, Cheryl. I love you. I will do or not do based on your desires, not hers.”
“It would be unfair to her.”
“Life’s tough,” he grinned.
“You remember Dana?” she asked quietly.
“Back home? Yeah. Dana’s hard to forget.”
“You remember what I told you about not knowing?”
“I remember.”
“We could, you know, do the same thing.”
“Except you would know.”
“Well, I sure knew last night. It wasn’t as awful as I thought, though.”
Drew chuckled. “Having her tongue in your pussy might have had something to do with that.”
Cheryl gave a shudder. “Feeling your thrusts into her. Yeah. Still, you’re just having drinks as the bar. If you go to her room, I wouldn’t know.”
“You know what I find interesting?”
“What?”
“Do you remember the time we spent together before our first…”
“Yes, I remember.”
“The dates. Oh, I’m sorry. The encounters, the park, the lunches.”
“I remember.
“And here we are, talking about a tryst you want to have with a man you’ve only known less than two days.” He grinned at her.
“What’s your point?” she said nastily.
“You’ve come a long way.”
“In what way?”
“You’ve been liberated. You’ll have what you want with only a little reluctance.”
“You were my first,” she replied defensively.
He smiled gently at her. “I know.”
“Besides,” she went on dreamily, “You’re the one who brought me here.”
“Actually,” he chuckled, “You brought us here. I tried to reimburse you…”
“Oh, shut up,” she reprimanded him easily. “That’s not what I mean. Everything that I’ve done, that we’ve done together…You’re responsible for all of it. You got the scarves. You encouraged me to be more open. You put me out on that balcony and tied me to it. And, if I have to remind you, you’re the one who encouraged me to do…well, what we did last night.”
“So this is all my fault?” he asked with a grin.
“You,” she twisted around until she could loop her arms over his shoulders and wrap them around his neck, “Are the one responsible for everything. You never tell me I can’t do anything.”
“Oh, I see,” Drew said softly. “In spite of the fact that all these fantasies originated inside your beautiful little head, I’m the one who should put your brakes on for you? Well, my darling, I’m not doing it. So far, nothing you’ve wanted has been hurtful to you or to me. And my desire is to let you play in your fantasy world so that you can have your fun. It has been fun, hasn’t it?”
“Yes,” she whispered softly into his mouth before kissing him tenderly.
“So, shall I make that call for you?”
“Is that what you want?”
He looked into her eyes and saw the passion burning there. “If that is what you want,” he whispered.
“Later,” she said.
“Later?”
She nodded. “We’ve had our first argument. We have to have make-up sex.”
Melissa looked slinky and sexy in her afternoon attire as she strolled into the bar area on the arm of her husband. Drew stood up and extended a hand to Micah. “The both of you look radiant,” he told them.
Micah shook his hand firmly. “I have to say I was half surprised by your call.”
“Really?” Drew answered. “Something untoward happen after we left?”
“Nothing like that,” Micah replied. “I just thought we’d meet for dinner, you know.”
“Ah,” Drew nodded. “Well, I think Melissa and I would be amenable to any plans you and Cheryl make for later.” He nodded toward Melissa and cocked an eyebrow in question.
She beamed, then turned to her husband. “Go on,” she urged him. “You handed me off to the gentlemen and I’m anticipating a lovely hour or two of ridiculous drinks here while you’re misbehaving.” Her laugh was joyful and light.
“All right, then,” Micah said. “Try not to get into too much trouble.” He kissed Melissa on the cheek and was gone.
“Well,” Drew grinned at Melissa, “Would you mind sitting at the bar?”
“The bar? There’s like twelve tables empty,” she noted.
He nodded. “But the barstools do a much better job of showing off those glorious legs of yours.”
“You’re so bad,” she said. “Bar it is.”
The hitched themselves onto two adjacent stools, and Melissa adjusted the slit in her skirt so a long expanse of her leg was revealed.
“This feels decadent,” she smiled at him.
“I think the drink of the day is a guava-mango thing with rum.”
“Scotch rocks,” she said simply.
“You don’t get an umbrella with that one,” he noted.
“But I’ll get a buzz quicker with the Scotch.”
Drew ordered their drinks from the bartender and signed the chit presented. After the first sip, he turned to Melissa.
“So you want a buzz?” he asked.
“Hmm,” she hummed over her second sip. “You girlfriend is screwing my husband, and I’m sitting here at the bar with you. I think that’s worthy of a buzz.”
“I thought you were, you know, okay with everything.”
“Oh, I will be after two or three of these,” she said, holding up her glass.
“Melissa,” he chastened her gently, “You shouldn’t have agreed with this if it felt wrong.”
“Oh, it doesn’t feel wrong,” she replied. “It’s kind of sexy, really. I mean, doesn’t it turn you on think about the two of them together?”
“It, uh,” he stumbled, “Well, I was trying not to think about it. I was just enjoying my time getting to know you.”
“Oh, after last night, I think you know me well enough,” she laughed lightly.
“I meant other than carnally.”
“Anyway, they’re in there, naked with each other, you know. I mean, it’s not like I’m jealous or anything.”
“But you’re jealous.”
“More like curious. I mean, if Cheryl’s getting laid, how come I’m not?”
“Oh, well,” Drew grinned sheepishly, “Cheryl’s got this thing. She doesn’t want to know if I behave, you know, inappropriately, outside our relationship.”
“So, it’s okay for her to fuck my husband, but she doesn’t want to know if you’re fucking somebody else, like me.”
“That’s sort of it. I told her you and I would have drinks here at the bar.”
“So, we could go back to my room and fuck?”
“I guess we could.”
“As long as Cheryl doesn’t know about it, right?”
“That’s the deal.”
“Why are we sitting here?”
“Showing off your legs?”
“I’d really rather have you between them.”
“Melissa,” Drew laughed. “You’re embarrassing me.”
“Why not? Last night was pretty good, wasn’t it?”
“It was terrific.”
“And considering the alternatives available…”
“We could be the adults, and just sit here and enjoy each other’s company.”
“Or we could go back to my room and really enjoy each other.”
“As long as Cheryl doesn’t find out.”
“Are you coming?”
Drew smiled as she slid off the stool and held her hand out to him. He took it in his own and let her lead him back to her room.
“We have to be back in the bar in an hour,” he told her.
“We can do a hell of a lot of damage in an hour,” she said.
Drew and Melissa had just entered the room, settled in, and Melissa made them each a drink from the mini-bar when Drew’s phone rang.
“Well,” he smiled, “It could be a customer, but…”
“It’s Cheryl,” Melissa grinned.
“You’re right,” he replied.
“Hello?” he spoke into the phone.
“You need to come to our room,” Cheryl said.
“Are you all right?”
“I’m fine,” she said. “But you need to come back.”
“Is Micah okay?”
“Yes.”
“Just me? Should I desert Melissa?”
“Both of you.”
“Both of us.”
“Yes. Put her on. Micah wants to talk to her.”
“Okay,” Drew said. Turning to Melissa he held out the phone. “It’s Micah.”
Drew could only hear her half of the conversation.
“Hey,” Melissa said. She waited a moment. “You do?”
“Well, we’ve just gotten fresh drinks. Can it wait ten minutes?” She looked a Drew and rolled her eyes.
“All right. We’ll finish our drinks and be right there.”
“Okay,” she concluded and held the phone to Drew. “Cheryl, again.”
“What’s going on?” Drew asked.
“We’ll tell you when you get here,” Cheryl told him.
“All right.”
“Drew?”
“Yes?”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too, Cheryl.”
“Bye.”
Drew looked at the phone, which indicated the call had terminated. “That’s the weirdest call,” he said.
“Is she insecure or something?” Melissa asked.
“Not…No. Actually, I always thought she was pretty brave.”
“What do you think is going on?”
He shook his head. “Not a clue. You?”
Melissa smiled. “I think they miss us.” She raised her glass to him. “Here’s to being indispensable,” she grinned.
“You think that’s it?”
“All I know is that it’s screwed up my plan to get laid this afternoon.”
“Well, we’ve got that ten minutes,” Drew joked.
“Right. Honey, it’s going to take me a lot longer than ten minutes to do everything I want with you.”
“Rain check?”
Melissa took another sip of her drink. “Let’s finish these up and go down there. Who knows? We could solve whatever it is and get back here in time to be naughty with each other.”
Drew laughed. “I had fun being naughty last night. Did you?”
“I did. That’s why I wanted this repeat performance.”
“All right, then,” Drew said, draining his glass. “Let’s go solve this problem.”
Drew slid the key card through the door slot and ushered Melissa into the room. They found Micah seated next to the desk with the TV on it, clothed only in shorts. Cheryl sat on a corner of the tousled bed wrapped in a short, thin robe.
“What the hell did you do?” Melissa accused her husband.
“He didn’t do anything,” Cheryl jumped in defensively. “He’s been very good.”
“Did you fuck?” Melissa addressed the two of them.
There was an almost shy exchange of glances between Cheryl and Micah.
“Yes,” Micah said.
“Well?” Melissa pressed. “What’s this all about?”
Drew sat on the bed next to and behind Cheryl and wrapped an arm around her.
“It’s my fault,” Cheryl told them.
“What is it, baby?” Drew asked gently.
“Look,” Micah said. “I agree with her. Last night was awesome. We were, well, all of us were just so turned on and having so much fun.”
“Yeah?” Melissa said impatiently.
“This wasn’t at all the same,” Cheryl said.
“It didn’t feel right,” Micah added.
“This felt like we were cheating,” Cheryl continued.
“You weren’t cheating,” Drew said gently.
“That’s right,” Melissa said, her tone level and reasonable. “We knew where the two of you were and what you were doing. We even considered doing the same thing.”
“You did?” Cheryl asked.
“Of course,” Melissa replied. “Why should the two of you get laid and we go wanting? If you hadn’t called, we’d probably be banging each other right now.”
“Whose idea was that?” Cheryl inquired with an edge.
“Mine, of course,” Melissa said. “Drew was prepared to just sit there in the bar with a raging hard-on until the two of you finished.”
“You were hard?” Cheryl asked him.
“Imagining what the two of you were doing? What do you think?” Drew admitted.
“And having come to the determination that a hard prick should never go to waste,” Melissa grinned, “I asked him to come back to my room and let me take care of it.”
“When did you come to that determination?” Micah chuckled.
“Oh, let me see,” Melissa feigned a period of thoughtful consideration. “I think it was about nine o’clock last night.”
“So anytime somebody gets a stiffy around you, you’re going to fuck him?” Micah asked with a laugh.
“As long as it’s okay with you,” she grinned.
“Wow!” Micah said in wonder. “That’s a real change from the fading flower I married.”
Melissa shrugged. “You’re partly responsible. So are Drew and Cheryl.”
“Because of last night?” Drew asked her.
“Pretty much.”
“Well,” Micah said, grinning broadly. “I guess we’re close to being on the same page.”
“What does that mean?” Melissa snapped.
“We’ve figured out is that it’s a lot more fun and exciting with you here,” Cheryl explained.
“That’s why you called?” Drew asked.
“We tried it once. It was okay, but there were no fireworks like last night,” Micah said.
“Well, we’re here. So, you can go ahead and try it, again. See if it’s any better,” Melissa suggested.
Cheryl shook her head. “We decided we want to watch the two of you.”
Melissa looked at Micah. “You want to watch the two of us?” she said, waving a finger between Drew and herself.
Micah and Cheryl both nodded.
“You sure?” Drew whispered to Cheryl.
She squeezed his arm. “Yes. Afterward, you can watch the two of us.”
Melissa shifted her gaze to Drew. “Want to get laid?”
Drew released his hold on Cheryl. “Sounds like an idea.”
“Thing is,” Melissa grinned at Cheryl, “They have to get us ready.”
“What does that mean,” Micah asked.
“Well, you have to get me naked,” she told him, “And Cheryl has to strip him and make sure he’s ready.”
“I did that for you last night,” Micah protested.
“No,” Melissa replied. “Originally, you got me naked so I could fuck you. Now, you need make me naked so Drew can fuck me.”
Micah shook his head in wonder. “Where is the shy, delicate, polite woman I married?” he mused.
“Honey, she’s still there. This is the real me. I’ve been hiding behind the veneer of that reserve you’ve seen. Still love me?”
“I do,” he chuckled. “Maybe more than ever.”
“Good. Now that I know you like it, you’ll be seeing more of the real Melissa. You can come strip me now so I can fuck Drew.”
“Is this crazy?” Cheryl whispered to Drew as she stood in front of him unbuttoning the five buttons on the front of his shirt.
“A little, maybe,” he replied, peeling off the robe she wore and revealing her nakedness. “Do you hate it?”
“No,” she murmured, “Not really. It’s kind of naughty and exciting.”
“You’ve changed, too, since we came to this island,” he noted as she stripped the shirt off his shoulders and began to attack the latch of his shorts.
“Have I?”
He nodded and hummed and affirmative, feeling her fingers touch him as she lowered his zipper. “I remember you telling me that you didn’t want to know. Now you’re stripping me so you can watch me with another woman.”
“You mean because of Dana?”
“Who’s Dana?” Melissa asked.
“A woman back home who wants to screw Drew,” Cheryl said, concentrating on lowering Drew’s shorts to the floor.
“So, did you let her?”
“Not yet,” Cheryl replied.
Melissa hummed an understanding response. She noticed that Drew had gone flaccid since they’d left the bar. “Honey, you’re going to have to suck him hard for me,” she instructed.
From her kneeling position, Cheryl looked up into Drew’s eyes. He shrugged.
“How submissive do I have to be for you to still love me?” Cheryl asked him.
Drew’s face screwed into a surprised scowl. “Not at all,” he replied. “What made you think that you had to be submissive at all?”
She took his member in her mouth and sucked it. She seemed eager, but released it after a few licks.
“I’ve been ordered to strip you and then to suck you hard so you can screw her. That seems to put me in the position of a submissive.”
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want,” he assured her. “Speak up, if you want.”
She held his cock and surveyed it intently. She sighed. “Thing is, I want to. I want to do all of it. I want to be naughty.” She slid it back between her lips.
Drew groaned as the sensations she created. “I’ve never seen you as a submissive, darling. You always have the option to refuse.”
Micah tenderly removed Melissa’s matching zebra-print bra and skirt. “You didn’t wear anything underneath,” he observed.
“Not much point,” Melissa said. She nodded toward the bed. “Is this where you fucked?”
“Yeah,” Micah admitted.
“Missionary style?”
Micah nodded.
“Okay. We can do that.” She crawled up the bed and lay on her back. “Put a couple of pillows under my ass and lick me until she has him ready,” she told her husband.
Micah grinned, grabbed the pillows and positioned them when she raised herself off the bed. He eased himself between her legs and buried himself between her thighs.
“She likes to give orders,” Cheryl commented, pausing in her efforts to firm up Drew’s cock.
“She does,” Drew agreed. “You’re allowed to do the same.”
“I like taking orders,” she replied. She resumed her attention to his stiffening rod.
Drew grinned. He knew why she liked being ordered around. That way she could be as naughty as she wanted but not have the responsibility. It would never be her fault. Somebody else told her to do it.
Micah stood behind Cheryl near the corner of the bed as they watch Drew with Melissa. He had his left hand wrapped around her fondling her breast. His right arm encircled her waist and pulled her belly back toward him. Cheryl’s left hand found his cock and stroked it easily while her right hand covered his on her belly.
“How can we watch this and not feel jealous,” she whispered to Micah.
“Because it’s not permanent,” he whispered back. “He’s still in love with you, and she still loves me.”
“I love watching her face,” Cheryl told him softly.
“That’s what I noticed the other night when you were on the balcony. I loved watching your face while he fucked you,” Micah replied.
“Did it look hot?”
He nodded, kissing her on the shoulder. “I wanted you so much.”
“Did you like fucking me last night?”
“Of course I did. That’s why we’re here.”
“I like your wife,” she said. “She’s so strong and sexy. She knows what she wants.”
“She was always so shy and reserved. I really love that she’s come out of her shell.”
“I’m glad for the two of you,” Cheryl replied. “I hope you’ll be very happy together.”
“That’s kind of funny,” he said. “You’ve got your hand on my cock, telling me you hope my wife and I will be happy together.”
Cheryl looked at him. “It’s not permanent,” she reminded him.
A gasp from Melissa ended the conversation. “Oh, fuck!” she exclaimed. “That feels really good!”
“Glad you like it,” Drew mumbled into her neck.
Cheryl broke away from Micah’s grasp and went to kneel on her haunches next to Drew and Melissa. She peered into the younger woman’s face.
“Hello, beautiful,” Melissa grinned at Cheryl.
“I wanted to get a closer look,” Cheryl said softly, noticing how Melissa’s body moved an reaction to Drew’s thrusts.
“Hmmm,” Melissa hummed. “I would love to kiss those lovely lips of yours.”
Cheryl’s response was breathless. “We can’t do that.”
“You can kiss another woman without being a lesbian, you know,” Drew said.
Cheryl looked at Melissa’s mouth, open with the gasps Drew’s pumping caused.
“I can’t,” Cheryl said.
“Your lips are beautiful,” Melissa told her. “I really would like to taste them, to feel them.”
“I can’t,” Cheryl repeated.
“Yes, you can, Cheryl,” Drew said. ‘If you want to, you can.”
Cheryl was silent, watching Melissa jerk with Drew’s thrust.
“Go ahead, Cheryl,” Drew urged. “If you hate it, you never have to do it again.”
“Oh, god,” Cheryl moaned, leaning forward and planting her lips on Melissa’s. She found them soft, moist and delightful. And just like the previous evening, she could feel Drew’s thrusting translating through Melissa’s body. Her tongue tested Melissa’s mouth. She could feel her hot breath on her cheek, and was only slightly surprised when Melissa groaned into her mouth. She pulled away abruptly, gasping.
“Nice,” Melissa said. “Why’d you quit?”
“It was too much,” Cheryl said breathlessly. “Your lips are so soft, and your tongue. It was…I could feel you breathing on my cheek and Drew fucking you…And suddenly I got really, really wet. It was too much!”
Melissa growled her response. “If you’ll kiss me again, it will help me come. And if I come, Drew will come inside me. You want him to come inside me, don’t you.”
Cheryl’s reply was a whisper. “Yes.”
She leaned forward and lifted her backside in the air as her lips settled on Melissa’s. Drew heard a groan; he wasn’t sure from whom. As he watched, he could see Melissa sucking Cheryl’s tongue in her mouth. A quiver rushed through Melissa’s body and grasped his cock. At the same time, the bed rocked easily. Micah had climbed on and positioned himself behind Cheryl. She moaned as Micah slid his hardened meat into her soaking pussy. Melissa responded to Cheryl’s groan with one of her own. Her hand sought out a breast and encircled it, her fingers pulling at the firm flesh of the nipple.
“Oh, god!” Cheryl moaned. “I can’t…”
“You can,” Melissa growled. “You are. Come on!”
Their lips met again and moans of ecstasy filled the air. Micah set up an easy rhythm of penetration and withdrawal. Drew’s thrusts into Melissa were double-timed those of Micah. Melissa’s moans became a wail into Cheryl’s mouth as her body contracted in orgasm. Drew felt the fluctuations and was drawn to the edge. He felt a warm flush through his body and the cramping sensation in his thighs.
“I’m coming,” he gasped.
“Fuck, yeah!” Micah urged, increasing his own tempo of penetration into Cheryl.
Melissa had to release herself from the kiss of Cheryl simply to breath. “Oh, fuck!” she cried out.
Cheryl lowered her head onto the bed next to Melissa. “Oh, god,” she moaned. “He’s fucking me.”
Drew eased off Melissa and rolled to his left. He saw her pulling Cheryl’s breast and tugging on the nipple. Cheryl raised her head and looked at Drew, her mouth gaping open.
“He’s fucking me, Drew,” she pleaded. “He’s fucking me and….”
“And you love it,” Drew grinned at her, gasping as he tried to recover from his exertions with Melissa.
The four of them lay panting on the bed. Drew tenderly stroked Melissa’s thigh. Micah caressed Cheryl’s left breast. Melissa’s left hand had a tight grasp on Cheryl’s right hand.
“Was it better for you guys this way?” Melissa asked her husband and Cheryl.
“It was,” Cheryl said. “I can’t believe all that I’ve done and how good I feel about all of it.
“You know,” Melissa said, tousling Drew’s hair with her free hand, “She has the most marvelous lips. They have the texture of warm butter.”
“I know,” Drew replied. “Her kisses are exquisite.”
“You guys have been wonderful,” Melissa continued. “This will be one vacation we’ll remember forever.”
“Likewise,” Cheryl said. “I’ve never been more sexually aroused than I was last night and this afternoon.”
“It was all good, though,” Micah said. “We’re so glad we happened by the other night.”
“In fact,” Melissa told them, “I think we might try that tonight. How about it, Micah? You want to fuck me on the balcony?”
“I don’t want to fuck anybody anywhere, right now,” Micah groaned. “Cheryl has drained me.”
“You need to do it, though,” Cheryl said. “It is so exciting.”
“What are you guys going to do tonight?” Melissa asked.
“I think,” Drew replied easily, wrapping his arm around Cheryl, “We will probably make long, slow, poignant love, and look forward to our last chance to wake up next to each other in the morning.”
