The phone rang just after three the next afternoon. Cheryl and Drew had been indolent, opting for brunch rather than breakfast so they could make love, shower, and fuck before they left the room. Cheryl had insisted on a noon-time walk on the beach wearing only her scarves. Before they had gone a hundred yards, she had stripped them off and walked naked in the sun, chastising him for his failure to join her au naturel. They stopped long enough for him to drop his trunks and shed his shirt, rolling them in a tight ball, dropping them in her bag, and finally walking together along the shore. Cheryl tugged him into the gentle surf and back out onto the sand. Water droplets sparkled on her skin. He paused to lick along her shoulders, and when they resumed their stroll, his hardened cock led the way.

She teased him about his obvious arousal, and he threatened to take her right there.

“What’s stopping you?” she challenged.

“Sand, salt, and sun,” he replied reasonably. “I understand all are irritants that would inhibit our future enjoyment.”

“I could suck you off,” she suggested.

“You could,” he replied, slightly shocked at her open sexuality. “But, how could I repay you for your services?”

“I’ll think of a way,” she said, dropping quickly to her knees in the sand, grabbing his meat and stuffing it into her mouth like a great, tasty, marvelous sausage.

“We’ve fucked twice today already,” he warned her. “It may take some time.”

She nodded her head, not releasing him, and continued to plunge her lips and tongue along his flesh. It didn’t take as long as he expected. When she grasped his balls in her hand and tenderly squeezed them, he lost his control.

“Oh, shit, Cheryl,” he warned. “I’m coming!”

She hummed warmly, and placed her lips around the crown. Her hand pumped him until the burning sensation swept through him and he pumped his first load into her waiting mouth. She released her lips and backed slightly away so he could see his cream spurt into open mouth. She then pulled him away from her mouth and let the remainder of his load splatter on her face and breasts. She looked up at him with a wicked grin.

“I had to have a taste,” she said, her eyes sparkling, “But I wanted to see what it felt like to be squirted on.”

“And so?” he asked, still slightly breathless.

“Naughty, nasty. A total slut. Am I your slut?”

He shook his head and smiled. “I think you’re my sexual fanatic,” he laughed. “I love that you’ll try just about anything.”

“Do I look hot with your come on my face and breasts?”

He shrugged. “Take it or leave it,” he replied. “I’m much more into watching your face when you come than seeing my spunk on your body.”

She stood up and pulled him toward the water.

“Let’s wash off, then,” she said, flipping herself backwards into the water. He could see her breasts protruding from the surface and found himself fascinated at the way the water lapped over her belly and surrounded her sex.

She struggled to stand and Drew saw her dark hair shimmer as she stood in the knee-deep swell. She waded toward him and put a hand on his chest, pushing him back toward the beach.

“My turn,” she said with a grin. “Here, on the hard sand. Lay on your back.”

He complied, sitting first, then laying back. Her beauty as she towered, naked, over him caught his breath in his throat.

“What’s your plan, gorgeous?” he asked with a grin.

She straddled him and dropped to her knees. “I think you should lick the salt water out of my pussy,” she said, creeping up his body.

“Here?” he asked. “Now? Somebody could come down the beach and see us.”

“Silly man,” she said, reproving him. “I’ve already been seen having sex with you. I liked it. I hope somebody does come by and watches you eating my pussy.”

She positioned herself on her knees above his face. Droplets of seawater dripped from her and he opened his mouth to catch them.

“I would love to lick this delicate flower,” he murmured, “And make you scream when you come.”

He extended his tongue, took the flesh of her backside into his hands and pulled her to his mouth. His tongue probed, licked, and tested the moist opening, feeling her hike her hips in search of additional sensation. In just a few moments he heard her breathing increase and her groans transform into words.

“Oh, fuck! Yes! Eat my pussy, darling. Fuck me with your tongue. I want to come!”

Nobody caught them, but her cries of ecstasy echoed up and down the beachfront as she climaxed not once, but twice, as Drew brought her through one, and another orgasm with his lips and tongue.

After the second time, Cheryl hastily backed away from his mouth. She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips, tasting herself and the saltwater on his face. “I really would like to fuck you here,” she murmured.

“In the room,” he suggested. “On the balcony, if you want. But let’s not chance the irritation of the salt and sand.”

She stood shakily and grabbed their bag. “Come on, then,” she ordered, turning toward the resort location. “I’ll have you on the balcony after a quick shower.”

“Aren’t you going to dress?” he asked.

“We’ll hurry,” she said. “If anybody sees, it won’t really matter.”

They rushed back to their room, avoiding the main common areas. They swiped their key card and dashed into the room and toward the shower.

“You first,” Cheryl ordered. “I’ll lay a towel on one of the loungers on the balcony.”

Drew rinsed off quickly and was joined by Cheryl under the spray.

“That was quick,” he noted.

“Just a towel,” she said, dragging her fingers through her long, dark, wet hair. “Hurry up.”

Drew stepped out of the shower stall and grabbed a towel to casually brush away the water droplets on his skin. Cheryl followed him, shutting off the spray, then grabbing the towel away from him. She wrapped it around her head in a turban style. Drew walked through the room to the balcony where he found a lounge chair with a towel draped across it. He laid on it, his semi-erect cock lying across his thigh.

“Oh, dear,” Cheryl commented, nodding at his flaccid state. “You’ll do anything to have me suck you.”

“I was plenty hard on the beach,” he noted. “But in the time it took us to get back here, I guess…”

Cheryl looked at the nearly inert member for a second. Suddenly her eyes brightened.

“You like being watched. Go ahead. Stroke it for me and I’ll watch.”

“You want me to do that?”

She nodded and sat in a chair close to him. “I’ll watch closely,” she promised. “And when you’ve got it hard, I’ll give it a little kiss before I fuck you.”

Drew picked up the rubbery shaft and began to massage it. “It shouldn’t take long,” he said. “I’ll just remember our lovely walk on the beach.”

“Hmmm,” Cheryl grinned. “And the way that girl looked at your last night.”

“Did she?” he asked. “I didn’t notice.”

“You didn’t see her lick her lips? I think she wanted to suck you.”

Drew stroked the burgeoning rod. “It’s getting there.”

“That’s fascinating,” Cheryl observed. “Look how it swells up and stiffens.”

“Um-hmm,” Drew replied. “Thinking about your wonderful work on the beach.”

“Oh, all right,” she said, anxiously, dropping to a knee beside him. She brushed his hand aside and took hold of his member. She licked around the crown and slipped him between her lips.

“You do that so well,” Drew groaned.

“That’s enough,” Cheryl said, releasing him. “And I love the taste and feel of you. But right now I want you inside me.”

She rose over him, stepped across the lounger and lowered herself until his cock was just brushing her labia. She eased down, repositioned him, and sank on him, absorbing him into her welcoming love canal. As she grabbed the top of the lounger over his head she began to set up an easy tempo, rising and falling, her breasts rubbing across his face. He attempted to grab a nipple with his lips.

“Un-uh,” she admonished. “Just this. I just want to feel this single connection between us. Just your cock inside me.”

“You know,” he cautioned, “This makes four times today. It may take a while.”

“Four?” she puffed, continuing her rise and fall actions.

“Hmm,” he hummed affirmatively. “Twice before breakfast. Once on the beach. This is four.”

“Are you getting bored fucking me?”

“Definitely not bored. Each time with you we do something different.”

“I never fucked you like this before?”

“Not like this exactly, on the balcony, in full view of anybody, you on top with only the single contact, with your hair wrapped in a towel and your breasts tantalizingly close but forbidden.”

“You like the way this feels?”

“The way it feels, the way it looks, everything.”

“I liked the way it looked, too, when you stroked it. Sometime you’re going to have to let me watch you do that until you come. I want to see what it looks like when your come shoots out.”

“Geez, Cheryl,” he groaned. “You’re killing me.”

“Why?”

“Because, when you talk about our sex like that, it just drives me crazy!”

“You don’t want it?”

“No! Just the opposite. I love it! You’re the sexiest…Oh! Fuck! Cheryl, stop!”

“What?”

“I’m going to come!”

“You come, then,” she ordered. “Do it. Think about me fucking you, watching you, sucking you. I don’t care. I want you to come!”

“But, you!” he gasped.

“I come all the time with you. Come for me!”

He had no idea what was left, but he felt the contractions and the familiar burn. He groaned and hitched his hips upward. Cheryl leaned forward and pressed her lips to his and plunged her tongue into his mouth. He sucked it as he unloaded the remnants into her depths.

She pulled her mouth off his and looked into his eyes. Her face gleamed. She grasped his face between her hands.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

He shook his head. “But you didn’t come.”

“I didn’t need to. I needed to feel you come inside me.”

She stood up, took the towel from her head and dabbed at her crotch. She leaned down and captured the head of his cock between her lips. He felt her tongue swab around the fleshy head.

“We are good together,” she said, standing upright. “I never did that before either.”

“I know,” he replied.

“You make me do things I never did before.”

“I think you know that I won’t judge you. You’re free to do anything you want and I’ll still love you.”

“You’ve turned me into a slut, Drew. Thank you for that.”

He grinned. “I believe you’ve changed your definition of that term.”

She nodded. “I have. I’m a slut. That’s a woman who does whatever she wants, sexually, and doesn’t care what anybody else thinks.”

“There’s probably another term for that,” he offered.

“Slut works for me,” she said, walking into the room and laying in the bed. “I think it’s time we had a nap.”

“A nap sounds good to me,” he agreed, struggling of the lounger and joining her on the bed.

She stretched an arm across his abdomen and laid her head on his shoulder. “You don’t think I’m bad because I’ve become a slut, do you?”

“No, my darling,” he said softly. “I think it’s wonderful.”

When the phone rang at three it jolted them out of their sleep.

“Hey!” Drew said into the mouthpiece. Cheryl couldn’t hear the other end of the conversation.

“Hi, there,” Drew said. “Of course we remember.”

Cheryl presumed it was Micah and his girlfriend, or wife, whatever she was.

“Sure!” Drew grinned. “We’d be honored.”

“That sounds like a plan. Can we bring anything?”

“At seven? That early?”

“No, that’s fine. You’re right. Seven in the dining room.”

“Yeah, sure,” he continued. “If you’re more comfortable there, that’s fine.”

Cheryl’s curiosity was piqued.

“Okay. See you at seven. Looking forward to it. Bye.”

He looked at Cheryl. “Had enough sex for today?” he asked.

“Who was it?”

“Micah and his wife, whose name is Melissa, by the way.”

“They want us to watch.”

“They want the four of us to have dinner at seven and then go back to their room. And, yes, they want us to watch. As Micah explains it, Melissa is very excited by the idea.”

“You told them we’d go.”

“I did,” Drew replied. “Is that all right?”

“Does he want to fuck me?”

“Nothing like that was mentioned,” Drew told her.

“And does Melissa want to you to fuck her?”

“He didn’t say anything about that, either.”

“Would you?”

“Mention it to them? You want to swap out?”

“Not mention it. Do it.”

“I told you. I will follow your lead. You’re the one who suggested we could watch them, remember?”

“Watch them,” Cheryl said. “Not fuck them.”

Drew grinned wickedly at her. “It would be something different.”

“I’m not sure I’m into anything that different.”

“Fine,” he replied, seriously now. “Honestly, Cheryl, I don’t care one way or the other. If you want to, we will. If not, then fine. We have each other.”

“So, it’s my decision?”

“Honey, you’ve been in charge since we landed here. Haven’t you noticed?”

Micah had suggested dinner at seven so they would finish early and have plenty of time afterwards for their other activities. They met just outside the dining room. Micah and Drew shook hands. Drew turned to Melissa.

“May I?” he asked Micah.

“Sure,” Micah replied.

“Cheryl?” Drew asked.

She shrugged. Drew took Melissa’s hand in his and held it. He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. “You look stunning,” he said.

“Thank you,” the younger woman beamed.

“May I?” Micah asked Drew.

“Of course,” he answered.

Micah planted a kiss on Cheryl’s cheek. “So nice to see you again.”

“Clothed, this time,” Drew chuckled.

Cheryl shot him an ugly glance.

“It’s nice to see you, too,” she said.

“We’re glad you accepted our invitation,” Micah told them both.

“We consider it an honor,” Drew told them. “Don’t we, Cheryl?”

Cheryl smiled and nodded.

They sat and chatted about homes, jobs, interests, hobbies. Micah was in advertising. Melissa taught primary school. Drew confessed to being a web designer and Cheryl said she and Melissa shared their interest in educating young children.

“When I can,” Cheryl offered, “I teach pre-school.”

“So, are you married?” Melissa asked.

“I am,” Cheryl replied.

“I’m not,” Drew said.

“So,” Micah said, slowly, “You’re not married to each other?”

“I’m his paramour,” Cheryl laughed.

“Well, we’re married,” Melissa said. “To each other.”

“We’re on an escape,” Cheryl told them. “Drew is my sex toy.”

“You’re kidding,” Micah said.

“It’s kind of complicated,” Drew said.

“Will you hate us because we’re in an illicit relationship?” Cheryl asked.

“We thought you were married to each other,” Melissa said. “Last night…”

Drew grinned at her. “Last night we were exploring Cheryl’s fantasy. It’s not the kind of thing her husband would do. Like I said, it’s complicated.”

“Not really,” Cheryl interjected. “I’m married at night. During the day, Drew and I are lovers.”

“Your husband doesn’t know?” Micah asked.

Cheryl shook her head. “I live two lives. Is this a problem for you?”

Melissa looked down. “It’s kind of sad. You two should be married.”

“We are, after a fashion,” Drew said. “I’ve been faithful to her since we began. And she’s been faithful to me, except for her husband.”

“You’re right,” Micah said. “That is a little complicated.”

“But, we’re here on vacation,” Cheryl added. “We’re playing like we’re married.”

Melissa looked at Micah and smiled, nodding slightly. “We never did anything like this before,” she said.

“We haven’t either, until last night,” Drew said. “Well, in reality.”

“I hope my principal doesn’t find out,” Melissa grinned at Cheryl.

“It won’t be me that tells him,” Cheryl told her.

Following dinner, the women opted to use the common area restrooms before returning to the room. The men took advantage to visit the men’s.

“So, what you did last night,” Micah asked, “Was that your idea or hers?”

“The idea was actually hers,” Drew confessed. “We’d talked about it before we left home. The execution, though, was me.”

“I have to tell you, it was really hot. Melissa was on fire when we got back to our room.”

“That’s what I told Cheryl. I said the two of you would be encouraged.”

“That’s a nice word for it.”

Drew moved to the sink to wash his hands. “What made you decide to take the leap and invite us?” he asked.

“That was all Melissa. I mean, I agreed. I’d been thinking about it. But, she was the one who actually said we should do it. I didn’t even have to suggest it.”

“Well, like I said, we think it’s great you want to include us. I hope it’s everything for you that you want.”

“Let me ask you,” Micah said. “Was Cheryl turned on by having us watch you guys?”

“She was. You think the same will happen with Melissa?”

“I hope so. She’s always been kind of reserved, you know. This is the first time she’s even considered doing something other than the vanilla sex thing.”

“Being on vacation can have that effect,” Drew noted for him. “You know, out of town, out of sight, nobody will know. What the hell?”

“Could be it,” Micah replied.

“Are you nervous about this?” Drew asked.

“Kind of. We don’t want to be a disappointment.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Drew chuckled. “Cheryl’s pretty excited.”

“And what do you think?”

“I think it will be fine. Just follow her lead, Micah. Let this be about Melissa.”

“That sounds like good advice.”

“I’ve got butterflies,” Melissa confided to Cheryl in the ladies.

“Believe me,” Cheryl said, “I did, too.

I was pretty scared.”

“Were you?”

“Sure. Nobody ever watch me having sex before.”

“When did you stop being scared?”

Cheryl grinned. “When it was over. Did you know Drew had me tied up to the railing? I couldn’t leave and I couldn’t make him stop. I tried.”

“Were you? Tied up? Didn’t that piss you off?”

Cheryl shrugged. “Not really. It was all part of the game. It surprised me, at first. But, I understood what Drew was doing. He wouldn’t hurt me, ever.”

Melissa gave her a grin. “Micah wouldn’t hurt me, either. I know that.”

“Are you sure the nervousness isn’t just excitement?”

“Some of that. I just don’t want to disappoint anybody. Especially Micah.”

“You won’t. I mean, that’s why he invited us, right? He did it for you.”

“Actually, I told him to do it,” Melissa said shyly. “It’s really outside my character.”

“Honey, we all do things we don’t think we would normally. A lot of it is because we love our men and want them to be happy with us. Then we find out that we like it and want to do more and more.”

“Has he really been faithful to you, even though you’re married to someone else?”

“He has. There’s another woman back home. She’s really attractive. Also married. Drew had a chance to fuck her. She wanted him. But he didn’t.”

“And he doesn’t mind you being with your husband?”

“He may, but it’s just the way things are. He accepts it.”

“You must be really good.”

“I don’t know about that,” Cheryl replied with a laugh. “But I know I enjoy it with him.”

“Micah’s a pretty good lover,” Melissa confessed. “Sometimes, though, I just want him to fuck me, you know? He loves me, and he’s always very gentle and tender. It’s just that every once in a while I’d like to get nasty. You know what I mean?”

Cheryl nodded. “You’ll get there. It’s just a question of getting him hot enough to want to fuck instead of making love. Tonight will probably be the first step to making that happen.”

Melissa nodded. “Thank you for listening to me, Cheryl. And, if you’ve got any ideas after tonight, I’d love to hear them.” She leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

“You can count on me,” Cheryl replied, and returned the kiss.

It took Micah three tries with the key card to get the door open.

“I don’t know if you’re supposed to open it when the light goes on, after the green light blinks, or after it goes out.”

“I have that same problem,” Drew chuckled.

“It could be that you’re just nervous,” Cheryl observed.

“Would you like a drink?” Melissa offered. “I got extra glasses.”

“That would be lovely,” Cheryl told her, surveying the room. There were two double beds and a couple of chairs. She selected one of the chairs and settled in, waving Drew to the other.

“I don’t know how to start this,” Micah said, sitting on one of the beds.

Cheryl waved her glass at Drew. “How did we start, baby?”

“I believe I kissed your neck from behind, and stripped your clothing off,” Drew grinned.

Melissa turned to face them. She drank about half her glass and set it on the table. “Sounds like a plan,” she said, turning her back to her husband.

Micah set his glass on the nightstand between the beds and walked up behind his wife. He lowered the zipper on her dress slowly and brushed her hair away from her neck. He began to kiss her. Melissa eased her head to the side and looked at Cheryl.

“It gives me the shivers when he does that,” Melissa said.

“Me, too,” Cheryl confirmed, “But you don’t have to talk to us if you don’t want.”

Melissa hummed in satisfaction. “I like talking. I especially like talking to you.”

Micah’s hand edged under the opening of the dress and Cheryl could see them cup her breasts under the fabric.

Drew nodded toward the couple to draw attention to Melissa’s hand.

“Just like she did last night,” he said softly.

Melissa had put her hand behind her and was stroking Micah’s package through his trousers.

“How did he get naked?” she asked Cheryl.

“He did it himself,” Cheryl told her, “While I went to check out the balcony.”

“I don’t think we’re ready for that,” Melissa said. “I think I’ll strip the bed while he strips himself.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Drew chuckled softly.

He an Cheryl watched entranced as Micah worked Melissa’s dress off her shoulders and allowed it to pool at her ankles. Beneath she wore a powder blue bra and panty set.

“Front or back?” he asked her, his mouth nuzzling her neck just below her ear.

“Back,” she whispered. “Are you going to take my bra off so Drew can see my breasts?”

“Mmm-hmmm,” Micah hummed affirmatively. “They’re such lovely breasts.”

There was silence for a few moments until Melissa moaned. “Oh, god! You’re making me so wet!”

“Good!” Micah mumbled. “Maybe Drew would like a taste.”

Melissa looked at Drew, who briefly shook his head negatively.

“You want Drew to lick my pussy?” Melissa moaned.

“If he wants to,” Micah said softly.

Drew looked at Cheryl. Her eyes shone brightly. She shrugged.

“Do you want to lick my pussy, Drew?” Melissa gasped.

“I would love to lick your pussy, Melissa. But tonight is about you and Micah.”

Melissa moaned in disappointment.

“Let me show him your tits,” Micah suggested softly in her ear. “Maybe he’ll change his mind.” He quickly unsnapped the hooks and released the bra. Melissa swept the straps off her shoulders and allowed the small garment to drop down her arms, revealing a lovely pair of young breasts to Drew’s view.

“You like my tits?” Melissa asked him.

“They’re beautiful,” Drew confirmed with a grin.

“You could lick and suck them, too,” Melissa said.

Cheryl’s had a broad smile on her face. She leaned toward Drew and whispered, “I think she wants you.”

Drew shrugged and shook his head slowly, wagging a finger in the air.

The two of them watched as Micah’s hands covered Melissa’s breasts and his thumb and finger pulled her nipples forward.

Melissa moaned.

Micah’s hands slid to her hips and his fingers grabbed the small strip of fabric, pulling the tiny blue panties over her hips, down her thighs and to her ankles. He turned her around and offered his hand as a support. Melissa delicately stepped out of the small pile of clothing, turned back to face Drew and Cheryl and planted one hand on her hip. A small landing strip of dark hair graced her mound and led the eye to the treasure of her sex.

“Well?” she whispered.

“Stunning,” Drew breathed. “Gorgeous. Exquisite.”

Melissa turned a tiny bit to face Cheryl. “Do I make you jealous?”

Cheryl beamed. “You are beautiful, Melissa.”

“Can I have him?” she pointed at Drew.

“If he wants,” Cheryl said.

“Can I have Drew, Micah?” Melissa asked.

“If that’s what you want,” he replied.

“No, no,” Drew said. “We’re here to watch you and Micah, darling.”

“But you would lick me and fuck me, wouldn’t you?” she teased.

“Another time, another situation,” Drew said.

She stood for a moment, then tossed her dark hair over her shoulder, twisted toward her husband. “Get naked, my darling, right there in front of Cheryl,” she ordered. “I want her to see your wonderful body and delicious cock. I’ll strip the bed.”

Micah sighed, went to the nightstand and took a pull at his drink. He stepped over to Cheryl.

“Do you mind?” he asked her.

“Not at all. I’m looking forward to it.”

Micah tugged his shirt over his head and tossed it toward the secondary bed. He struggled with his belt for a moment, unclasped it, and unbuttoned his trousers. Drew could hear the zipper pulling open and watched as Micah stepped out of his trousers. His white briefs, he could see, were distended from the projection of his cock. Micah sighed, grasped the waistband with his thumbs and pulled the garment off his hips, over the nearly erect cock, and down his thighs. He stepped out of them and tossed them to the bed.

“Isn’t that a lovely cock?” Melissa asked her from the opposite side of the bed where she’d stripped off the coverings.

“Very nice,” Cheryl grinned.

Melissa marched around the bed in her heels and dropped to her knees right in front of Cheryl and Micah. She grabbed his meat in one hand, and with the forefinger of the other swiped off a small smear of pre-come. She looked at it for a second, looked at Cheryl, then put the finger in her own mouth.

“He’s almost ready,” she announced, then began to lick at the head of Micah’s rod. She pushed the head between her lips, swirled her tongue around the crown and pulled it out she examined it for a second, then looked back at Cheryl.

“You want some?” she asked.

Cheryl’s eyebrows rose and she looked at Drew. He gave her a small shrug.

Cheryl gave a small shake of her head. “No, thank you, darling,” she said in a voice just above a whisper.

Melissa hummed, then returned Micah’s meat to her own mouth. This time, she sucked most of it deep into the orifice. Drew and Cheryl could see her mouth working as she worked her tongue over and around the flesh. Then she slowly withdrew it, licked at the head a few times, and pulled back to examine it. She sank her mouth over it again and slurped its length back between her lips. She spent a longer time massaging it with her tongue, testing the firmness and texture. Cheryl watched transfixed. At one point, her pink tongue darted out and licked her lips. Melissa looked into Cheryl’s eyes with her mouth full of Micah’s rod, and raised her eyebrows. Cheryl looked to Drew again. He smiled at her and gave her a nod.

Micah groaned as Melissa slowly sucked his length and gradually removed him from her mouth. She turned to Cheryl.

“You really should come share him with me. I know you want to.”

Cheryl sat still for a for a moment. She quickly dropped to a knee in front of her chair. Melissa pointed Micah’s member toward her. Tentatively, Cheryl took hold of the meat and examined it. Delicately, her tongue extended and she licked at the underside, just below the slit. She trailed the length of her tongue along it and gave the head a tiny puckered suck.

“Go ahead,” Melissa whispered to her. “Let me watch you suck him.”

Cheryl licked her lips, held the cock up, and licked the length from the balls to the tip. Once there, she pressed the head against her lips, opened her mouth, and let the length slide between her lips and into her mouth.

“Oh, fuck!” Micah wailed.

Melissa leaned close to Cheryl. “We hadn’t planned this,” she whispered. “But, it’s so hot watching you suck his cock. I love sharing him with you.”

Cheryl hummed in relief. Drew could see her tongue pressing into her cheeks as she probed and licked its length. His own member was distended in his shorts watching Cheryl perform.

“It’s good, isn’t it?” Melissa asked her softly. “Next time, it’s my turn.”

Cheryl slid the cock out from between her lips. She twisted to see Drew’s reaction, wiping the back of her hand across her chin. Drew, she could see, was smiling.

“All right,” Cheryl said to him softly. “You win.”

Melissa was licking the length of Micah’s cock when Cheryl turned back toward her. Micah was groaning almost continuously.

“He’s going to come soon,” Melissa whispered urgently to Cheryl. “You take his first load.”

“Why me?”

“I’ve had plenty,” Melissa replied. “Just hold the crown between your lips and pump him a little with your hand. Here,” she said, pointing his cock at Cheryl. “I’ll get Drew ready.”

She released her hold on Micah’s member and stepped over to Drew’s chair. “You poor darling,” she cooed. “I’ll bet it’s all twisted up and feeling trapped in there. Take it out for me.”

“Really, Melissa,” Drew started to protest.

“If you make me dig for it, I’ll probably hurt you. Take it out,” she ordered.

Drew unzipped his trousers and fished out his hardened cock. Melissa knelt in front of him.

“You poor baby,” she addressed the rod of flesh, taking it between two fingers and inspecting its length. “Let me kiss it and make it all better.”

Her caress was warm and delicate as she began to plant tiny kisses along its length. “The last time I saw you was last night,” she murmured. “You were giving Cheryl so much pleasure. You deserve a nice reward for that.”

Her kisses turned into tender sucks at the side, down the length until she reached the tip. Her tongue licked around the crown. She pressed her lips against it and sucked until it eased into her mouth. She hummed appreciatively.

Across the table they heard Micah gasp. “I’m coming!” he warned. They heard Cheryl hum her consent and an “Oh, shit!” from Micah.

Melissa popped Drew’s meat from her mouth. “We have to catch up,” she informed him.

“Why?” Drew asked her.

“Because,” she said reasonably, “Micah’s already come. Now we have to have you come so you can lick my pussy. You do still want to lick my pussy, don’t you?”

“Yes, of course,” Drew replied.

“Well, then,” she said, slurping his cock back between her lips. She suddenly stopped. “Unless…”

“What?” Drew asked.

“Have you ever done a sixty-nine?”

“Of course.”

“Well, the bed’s stripped. I can make you come and you can lick my pussy all at once. You just have to get naked and join me there.”

Melissa stood up and watched as Cheryl continued to suck and lick on Micah’s cock, drawing out all of the remnants of his load. Cheryl looked up at her.

“You need to get naked, too,” she commanded.

“Me?” Cheryl asked.

“Yes, you. Did you think we were going to all leave our clothes on?”

“We were just supposed to watch,” Cheryl reminded her.

“But naked, sweetie,” Melissa replied. “Just like you were last night.”

Micah chimed in. “You were so beautiful last night. If you’ll trust me, I’d be glad to help.”

Cheryl looked toward Drew. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.”

Drew grinned at her. “We’re exploring new territory,” he reassured her. “It’s okay.”

“I shouldn’t have done that,” Cheryl murmured.

“It was wonderful,” Micah whispered. “You are so sexy.”

Cheryl turned her back to him, indicating the latch on the top of her two-piece garment. Micah’s hands trembled as he worked the hooks and released the catch. Cheryl turned back to face him with her arm clasping the top to her breasts. She released her hold and pulled it away with one hand. Micah’s eyes sparkled as her breasts came into his view. She tossed the garment into the chair where she’d been seated.

Micah captured her right breast in his left hand. He ran a thumb across the hardened flesh of her nipple, causing Cheryl to shudder.

In the meantime, Melissa had led Drew to the bed, had him lie along the foot. She proceeded to the opposite edge, and crawled down his body on all fours until her lips could capture his erect dick. As she closed on him, she shifted her right knee across his torso and opened herself to his face. She moaned softly, released his cock from her lips, and murmured, “Please, Drew. Lick me.”

She lowered her lips to his rod, and her pussy to his face. Drew inhaled her fragrance, and began to plant kisses along the inside of her thighs, teasing her until he eventually took the first tentative licks at her moist sex.

“Do you want to join them?” Micah murmured into Cheryl’s ear. “I would love to taste you.”

“We’re supposed to be watching the two of you,” Cheryl repeated.

“If you’ll help make me hard again, you can watch,” he promised. “Eating your pussy will definitely help make me hard.”

“Are you going to fuck me?” Cheryl inquired softly.

“I hope so,” Micah replied. “At some point, I hope we do.”

“You have to promise, though. If I suck you hard and let you eat my pussy, you have to let us watch you fuck your wife.”

“Why is that so important to you?” he asked softly.

“That’s why we’re here,” she replied. “We’re not supposed to fuck the two of you.”

“Who says you can’t?”

Cheryl had no response. She simply unwrapped the skirt and slid her panties down her legs. She left them on the floor where they fell and followed Micah onto the bed.

The room fell into silence except for the occasional hums of passion and groans of release. Cheryl had collected Micah’s flagging member and sucked him between her lips. She actually was surprised as how much she enjoyed the feeling of power it gave her as it swelled in her mouth, stiffening as she pressed her tongue along its length. Yet, her concentration was sorely tested as Micah deftly probed into her sex with his tongue, sending electric shocks through her as he licked across her clit and sucking the fold of her labia into his mouth, tenderly nibbling at the flesh.

This wasn’t supposed to be happening she thought. She’d arrived with Drew. She was supposed to be focused on him. Yet, there was a strange excitement in sucking this young man’s meat into erection while he electrified her sex with lips and tongue.

Next to her, Melissa was busy devouring Drew’s cock. She moaned on him. Cheryl couldn’t be sure if that was her attempt to stimulate him, delight at the taste and texture of his members, or if Drew elicited the sound by his own attention to her young pussy. Melissa worked him diligently, intent on granting him the release she and Cheryl had provided Micah.

Cheryl heard the telltale sequence of grunts that Drew made when he was about to spurt. She knew his mouth was covered, but recognized the warning he generously issued when is ejaculation was imminent. She heard what she thought was a giggle, and then a hummed encouragement from Melissa. The girl wanted him to come, and spurt his essence in her mouth. Cheryl imagined the view of Melissa wrapping her lips around his crown and pumping the remainder of his length as she had instructed Cheryl to do with Micah.

A long groan from Drew signaled his release. Melissa hummed appreciatively in a series of sounds between swallows of Drew’s spunk.

Cheryl lifted her head off Micah and pronounced him firm in a somewhat ragged voice caused by her own arousal.

“He’s ready,” she announced in a harsh whisper. She tapped Melissa on the back of the thigh. “He’s ready,” she repeated.

Melissa turned her head toward Cheryl. “Take him, then,” she offered.

“No,” Cheryl gasped as Micah, plunged his tongue into her love canal. “You guys do it.”

Melissa raised herself slowly off Drew’s face, and twisted around to look at him. “Is that what you want? Or do you want to fuck me?”

“I can’t, darling,” he said. “I’ve just come, remember.”

Melissa smiled at him and lowered her head to kiss his lips. “That you did,” she said warmly. “Thank you for that.”

Cheryl arose from Micah’s attention and looked accusingly at Drew. He motioned her to crawl up to him so he could hold her.

“You look angry,” he whispered when she settled in his embrace.

“Why did you let me do that?”

“I could see in your eyes that you wanted to suck him,” he said. “I told you, I would still love you.”

They watched as Melissa turned her back to Micah and fell into an all-fours position in front of him.

“Come on, baby,” she said. “I need your cock inside me. Drew has made me hot and wet for you.”

Micah knelt behind her and approached, holding his revived cock in one hand. Melissa looked straight into the faces of Drew and Cheryl as he approached and finally penetrated her. Her mouth opened, then formed into an “O” as he slid home.

“Oh, fuck!” she whispered. “Yeah! That’s it.”

“You like to fuck?” Cheryl asked her.

“Oh, yeah!” Melissa replied. “I love to get fucked.”

“Me, too,” Cheryl grinned.