Brenda and I were on holiday. We had really been looking forward to getting away from what had been a hectic year at work for both of us. 

Our hotel was right on the beach, about a twenty-minute walk from a small town, and we’d paid the extra for a gorgeous view of the bay, which we could enjoy with our breakfast on the room’s balcony every morning. 

On about day five of our stay, Brenda woke up, then woke me up, by rolling onto me and massaging my cock with her beautiful breasts until it was standing proudly to attention (which never takes long under her touch) then taking me in her mouth and sucking slowly and sensually for… well, I don’t know how long it was! I just laid there savouring her lips on me, not caring about time - or anything else - at that moment. 

We were only interrupted by a knock at the door and a man’s voice calling out, “Room service!”

Brenda released me from her mouth only long enough to swivel around to straddle my mouth, thereby facing the door, and then say, “Come in!” before quickly sucking down on me again.

I had to peer around her backside to catch the delightful look of surprise the tall young floor-waiter wore as he came in and caught the clear view of my full length embedded in Brenda’s mouth. The poor guy did an admirable job though, forcing his facial expression back to a professionally courteous smile as if he’d merely interrupted us reading a newspaper. Brenda slowly slid back up to the head of my cock and released me with a loud smack of her lips. 

“Just there on the balcony, please, Honey,” she said then let him watch her lick the sides of my shaft. He dutifully complied. Brenda stepped off me, strode over to her handbag beside the TV and fished out a note.

“Here you are,” she said, standing stark naked in his way as the poor chap stepped back in from outside. She stood only inches away from him, gazing up at his quite handsome face. Her own face was only at about his chest height. I knew what that upward, slightly pleading look did for me and could imagine what this hapless guy must have been feeling right then, especially with her erect nipples almost touching his shirt.

She was holding the note in her upward-pointing fingertips, between her 34 DD breasts. “I hope this is enough,” she said playfully, followed by, “Unless there’s something else you’d like?” rubbing the note over her nipples.

“Um, er, um, no Madaam,” he stuttered, shakily reaching for the note. “This is fine, Madaam. Very generous. Thank you so much and… enjoy your breakfast Madaam, Sir.”

“I’m sure we will,” I said in as friendly a tone as I could muster to ease his jangling nerves. “Thank you so much. Have a lovely day!”

“Thank you, sir,” he replied. “You too, Sir, Madaam,” and after a polite nod, deftly left the room, making a valiant, if vain, attempt at concealing his haste.

I gave Brenda a stern, school-masterly look. “You are SO going to purgatory when you die, you terrible tease!” I scolded. 

“Oh good!” she answered. “I’d hate to go anywhere without you!” 

We were still chuckling as we sat down for breakfast, wearing only open robes, and wishing a friendly ‘good morning’ to our neighbours as they emerged from their room. The husband made no attempt to hide his appreciation of Brenda’s near-nakedness. The wife returned our greeting but with a rather more disapproving look on her face. 

Back inside, preparing for a lazy day on the beach, I said, “I do love prudes though.”

“You do?” asked Brenda, sounding surprised.

“Well, yes,” I replied. “Without them, there would be no sense of being naughty, would there? Imagine how dull life would be then.” 

“That’s true!” agreed Brenda. “Never thought of that. Perhaps we should go and thank her.”

“I suspect the message would fall on deaf ears, Darling. Have you got everything?”

She had - and armed with our beach survival bag, we sauntered out to enjoy the sun.

We spent the morning and early part of the afternoon cultivating our all-over tans, choosing opportune moments to apply the sun lotion; namely when some hunk or other was ogling Brenda’s tits and I would massage the lotion into her to see if that produced a public erection which the voyeur would then have to fight to hide.

This was about a year after our first venture into the swinging lifestyle. It had been wonderful for both of us. Had we been here before exploring that world, we would have been far better behaved - and missed out on so much fun. It had been a massive confidence boost for both of us and drawn us even closer together than before. We hadn’t thought that possible. But, you never stop learning!

The beach stretched along the long curve of the bay and we decided that evening to take a stroll along to the far end where the golden sand met a beautiful green backdrop of woods. It was probably about a mile away. It was also to be a full moon that night which we thought would make for a magical moment.

We’d had a light lunch, then spent the afternoon just chilling with a movie in the room apart from stepping out to the balcony from time to time for a smoke and a tea. On one of those times I’d knelt down to lick Brenda’s delicious pussy while she leaned back in the chair, hoping to be ‘caught’ by the neighbours again but they seemed to have gone out for the day. It didn’t stop Brenda cumming in my mouth though. God, how I love it when she does that!

For our stroll, Brenda opted for just a sarong with nothing under it. I put on shorts and a T-shirt but no underwear either. We casually made our way along the water’s edge, holding hands and chatting as we went. 

“Looks like there’s something going on over there,” Brenda observed as we’d reached just over halfway. I peered to follow her gaze and saw a fire with a group of about fifteen or so people gathered around.

We ambled towards them and could gradually hear that someone had brought a speaker. There was a fair bit of chatter and laughter which was pleasing. They were mostly young people in their twenties and thirties and were obviously enjoying the late afternoon. The sun would probably be setting in about an hour, we guessed. 

“Hi all!” we greeted them with as we approached, intending to pass by politely and carry on to the end of the bay which was not far off. Friendly waves, smiles and a few hearty hellos were returned to us. 

“They seem quite a friendly bunch,” I remarked. “Not to mention ‘damned attractive’ quite a few of them!”

Nobody was naked - yet - but there was not much covering on anyone and a couple of women were already topless, dancing happily around the fire, clutching bottles. A few were sat slightly further back and one little trio was sharing a joint. 

“Where are you heading guys?” came a friendly female voice. 

“Oh, just down to the end and back to the hotel,” answered Brenda with a smile as she picked out who had asked. 

“Why not join us?” the woman suggested. “It’s such a beautiful spot right here. You’re welcome to share it with us.” Brenda and I looked at each other with eyebrows raised in silent question. 

“Well, why not?” I said.

“Why not, indeed!” Brenda agreed. We thanked the woman and found a place to sit on the sand, against a big rock with the woods starting just behind it.

Two beers were soon thrust into our hands by a smiling guy of about thirty wearing only swimming trunks who simply said, “Here you go, guys!” before gyrating off to join the dancers, followed by Brenda’s approving gaze.

“They seem charming!” I observed.

“Yes he does,” Brenda replied, a little vacantly, then screwing her eyes shut, shaking her head and correcting herself. “Yes, they do, I mean!”

“Hah! Caught you!” I teased.

 As the sun lowered towards the horizon over the sea, the light from the fire took over illumination and we were joined in very pleasant chat by various guys and girls who would sit for a few minutes before getting up to dance again. Being sat beside so much flesh was certainly stimulating more than just our minds though. They had a freshness about them that told of a total ease with themselves; no hint of self-consciousness, including one with magnificent, naked tits that swayed and wobbled as she gesticulated with her hands while speaking, sitting inches from me. I struggled to concentrate on what she was talking about, much to Brenda’s knowing amusement.

 Then a rather more sad face approached us and sat down, introducing herself as Molly. A very pretty woman of about twenty-five, we wondered what could be stopping her from absorbing the care-free state everyone else seemed to be in.

 “I hope you don’t mind me joining you,” she said, almost apologetically. 

 “Not at all!” chimed Brenda and I in unison. 

 The usual small talk was mercifully brief and the conversation quickly deepened, soon giving us the pleasing sense of an intelligent and exploring mind which endeared her to us as much as her lovely face and figure did. At some point, our discussion turned to relationships; especially disappointing ones. Perhaps she’d been testing the ground having noticed our few extra years on her and hoping that meant extra wisdom. 

Brenda waited patiently and eventually saw her opening and asked, “If you don’t mind me asking, Molly, is everything ok? You seem a little down or something.”

 Molly discretely pointed out a certain young guy who was dancing around with a succession of different women. “That guy there," she said. “That’s Ryan. He’s an asshole.”

 “There’s a lot of them about!” agreed Brenda and I. “Do you wanna tell us what happened?”

 Molly gave us a synopsis of the last few months during which Ryan, her boyfriend, had repeatedly talked down to her, belittled her in front of people, threatened to dump her and - she suspected - cheated on her, several times; Just generally treating her like crap. Brenda seethed on her behalf, as did I, though I have to admit I was rather distracted by her cute face, slender legs and very pleasing breasts; not quite as big as Brenda’s but filling her bikini very nicely. Long, brown, wavy hair hung halfway down her back.

“With the way he talks to me,” Molly said, “I wonder sometimes why he bothers to be with me at all!” she said, shaking her head gently. 

“I think there may be a more important question,” I said.

“What question is that?” asked Molly.

“Well… I mean… don’t think me shallow here but, well… look at you!”

Molly looked genuinely flattered but looked downwards as if trying to hide her smile. She looked very cute doing that.

"So, the real question is, why do you bother to be with him?"

 Brenda and I began describing our lifestyle to her; gently and cautiously at first, without too much detail but added more as Molly’s curiosity grew and she seemed receptive to it. Molly said she’d heard and read about such things, but hadn’t been able to see herself taking part. But then, she had never met anyone who actually lived it and found our account of things intriguing.  

Brenda was clear to make the point to her though, that we could only indulge in all this because of three important things; a deep love, strong mutual respect and trust. 

“And again, if it’s not too personal a question, Molly,” probed Brenda, “Can you say that you get those three things from Ryan?”

“You know… what you’re describing is… kinda beautiful!” Molly answered. “That asshole really has no idea about any of this! He’s left me feeling all kind of… crappy! Like, I’m a nobody. So, to answer your question; no, I can’t,” she said dejectedly.

 “Dear Lord!” exclaimed Molly, outraged. “You’re such a beauty! No man should ever make you feel like that!” she went on, seeking out Ryan so she could look daggers at him. He was too busy to notice though, dancing flirtatiously with two topless women.

 “C’mon you,” ordered Brenda. “Why don’t we put him in his place!”

 “Umm, how?” asked Molly, looking slightly nervous but smiling.

Brenda loosened her sarong and re-tied it at her waist, exposing her delightful orbs, and stroking them as if to welcome them to freedom. Molly gasped a little and giggled. 

 “Oh wow, Brenda!” she breathed. “You look amazing!”

“As do you,” I said.

“Off with that top, Molly,” commanded Brenda. 

 Molly hesitated, looking at me shyly. I flicked my eyebrows up and smiled.

 “I wouldn’t argue, Molly,” I jokingly cautioned. “She means business.” 

She giggled again and fought back her shyness as she reached around and loosened the strings, gingerly letting her boobs fall out of the fabric. I felt an instant stirring in my shorts.

 “Good girl,” said Brenda. “Now, c’mon. Let’s have a dance,” and with that, took Molly’s hand and led her out nearer the fire. Molly kept trying to keep her arms across her chest but Brenda was having none of it. 

“Revel in who you are, Molly!” she told her.

To say ‘Brenda knows how to move’ would be a drastic understatement. Holding Molly’s hands away from her breasts, she took the lead, starting carefully but building her movements to become ever more sensual and erotic. Male and female eyes all around the fire were drawn to them, including Ryan who looked positively bewildered, and somewhat pissed-off, much to my amusement. I watched in happy wonder as Molly’s shyness gradually melted away following Brenda’s lead. 

The steadily increasing elation on Molly’s face was, as if I needed one, a reminder of how completely I loved Brenda. 

 A few songs into this, Brenda loosened her sarong completely and unwrapped herself, using the fabric then as part of the dance, stroking herself with it or whirling it around over her head. Molly’s face was a picture, especially when Brenda wrapped it around her and pulled her inwards, pressing her tits into Molly’s and drawing her into a snake-like undulation; their two bodies completely connected. 

Molly instinctively put her arms around Brenda’s waist to keep that going. The transformation happening before everyone’s eyes was mesmerising. Ryan looked on, hopelessly perplexed.

 “See what you have yet, you moron?” I whispered to myself, just as the sun disappeared below the horizon and the full moon rose to replace it. A slow song began playing.

 Brenda and Molly stayed locked together, their faces almost touching, eyes fixed into each other. Their slow rhythmic movements now looked ever more erotic. Even from where I was sitting, I could see Molly’s nipples were proudly erect, as was my cock! Cautiously, Brenda moved her lips to Molly’s mouth, pausing to check but finding no resistance, she kissed her gently as they continued to sway. 

 It was electric. Molly seemed to melt into Brenda, wrapping her arms more tightly around her waist and shoulder as the tentative kiss became a full-on, open-mouthed, tongue-dance. Everyone else carried on dancing but all eyes were on them. All were smiling. Except for Ryan.

 I didn’t know about anyone else but the sight of Molly’s and Brenda’s boobs squeezing into each other was turning me on like hell - as if I wasn’t horny already! Their smooching continued all the way to the end of the song and as the next one started, which was more upbeat again, they stopped dancing and just gazed at each other in the light of the flames for a beautiful moment before Brenda led her back over to me and they sat down again, Molly between us. Her expression had undergone a complete transformation. 

 “You look radiantly happy!” I smiled at her. 

 “Oh God, I am!” she answered, half laughing. “I can’t thank you both enough! I feel on top of the world right now.” She looked into my eyes and lingered a moment.

 “As you should!” I told her, with a smile. She turned to Brenda. 

“I’ve never kissed, or been kissed by a woman before,” she told her. “I’ve wondered what it would be like… but never actually tried.”

“Well, I hope you enjoyed it!” replied Brenda then eyed her still stiff nipples and with a mischievous smile said, “Certainly seems like you did, anyway.”

Molly giggled in slight, naughty embarrassment, half turning away from the gathering. 

 “Brenda…” she hesitated. “Oh hell! I can’t believe I’m saying this,” she said, cupping her face to hide the sudden return of what looked like embarrassment. 

“What is it, sweety?” asked Brenda placing a reassuring hand on her arm.

 “Well,” she began, hesitating again. “Would you mind… I mean… would it be ok if I kissed John too?”

 Brenda answered first by kissing her again before whispering in her ear, “Be my guest, sweety.”

 “Is Ryan looking this way?” Molly asked. 

 “He is,” I said, able to see past them. “Looking rather displeased!” 

 “Oh good!” said Molly and turned from Brenda to face me. She leant over to me, smiling and planted a long kiss on my mouth, eventually sliding in to press her pretty tits into the side of my chest. Our tongues danced around each other for what felt like forever. Eventually, she pulled away. Brenda smiled at her.

 “I had no idea this evening was going to end up feeling so good!” said Molly, her pretty breasts heaving a little as her breathing grew deeper. “I nearly didn’t come at all because I knew bloody Ryan would try showing me up in front of his friends. But now! Fuck! I’m floating!” 

 Brenda moved closer to her and stroked some hair away from her mouth and cheeks.

 “You know…” she said, slowly and carefully. “It doesn’t have to end yet, in case that’s what you’re thinking.”

 Molly glanced at each of us in turn. “Ummm, how do you mean?” she asked. “I mean, I feel so good now! I can’t imagine feeling any better than this!” she said, sincerely. I quickly went over to where the beers were and grabbed three bottles, then returned.

 We talked a little more about how we believed couples should treat each other; this time though, stroking her arms and legs from time to time. She had wonderfully healthy, silky skin which felt divine to touch. I placed a kiss on her shoulder, as much to savour her scent as anything else. It was an aphrodisiac like no other.

At one point, Molly happened to glance at my shorts and her eyes widened as she saw I was growing again. I wondered if this might put her off; be the deal-breaker, so to speak. But she kept looking a while before snapping her gaze back to Brenda as if she’d been caught doing something she shouldn’t. Brenda had spotted this though.

 “You can see how he feels if you like,” she said with a wink and leaned in to kiss her again. 

 Molly reached slowly towards me with one hand, her mouth still locked onto Brenda’s and her eyes checking for onlookers. Everyone seemed content to be dancing and talking still. 

 “Oh my!” she breathed into Brenda’s lips as she found me, albeit through the fabric of my shorts. With the hand hidden from view, Brenda began stroking the side of Molly’s breast. Her breathing started getting even heavier and Brenda gently teased one nipple. Molly broke off the kiss and held her forehead against Brenda’s, still gripping my cock.

 “Fuck! I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she gasped. Brenda simply restarted the kiss. and let that linger for a while until she broke off and whispered again in her ear.

 “Like we said, sweety. Things don’t have to stop here. How about we take a little walk into the woods behind us and see if you can climb any higher? If you say no, we will respect that. But…look how good you’re feeling. This moment is just this moment. Who knows if or when another one like this will turn up?” She moved close to Molly’s ear again and said softly, “Carpe Diem, Molly. Carpe Diem.”

Suddenly, Molly’s whole body went rigid, then began to tremble. She gripped my cock almost to the point of being painful and buried her face in Brenda’s neck.

“Oh my God!” she gasped. We thought she was having a sudden panic attack but then, just as suddenly, the tension let go and she moaned into Brenda, almost crying. We let her just be for a moment then Brenda broke the silence.

“Was that… what it sounded like, sweety?” she asked, grinning.

“That’s never happened before!” Molly answered, with an embarrassed giggle. “Not just like that anyway!”

“Well,” said Brenda softly, “I’m sure there can be more of those if we head off into the woods.”

 There was a moment’s hesitation again but then Molly grabbed her beer and took a big swig, then relaxed back between us, leaning on the rock which pushed her boobs outwards. She looked down and examined her own erect nipples and then simply smiled and nodded. 

 We made our way around the rock and a short way into the trees, our way now lit by the full moon which had risen higher in the sky. The sense of anticipation ran riot through all three of us. Brenda was already naked, of course. I had long since got out of my shirt. Molly had just her bikini bottoms on as we reached what felt like a suitable spot. I dropped my shorts on the ground and Molly took a good look at my stiff erection. I leant back against a tree and beckoned her over, kissing her again as she reached me.

Her boobs now pressed into my naked chest and one hand went around to hold my head as we kissed. The other reached down for my cock and she began stroking. I let that go on for a moment then turned her round to face Brenda, wrapping my arms around her from behind and, holding her tits, pulled her back into me. My rigid cock pressed hard into her back.

Brenda kissed her again on the mouth but soon started leaving a trail of kisses and licks around Molly’s neck and down to her nipples which she sucked on hungrily. I slid my grip to her waist to allow Brenda full access, then moved back up again as Brenda went further down Molly’s body. Without breaking her oral contact, she pulled Molly’s bikini bottoms down and off her, then started kissing from her ankles upwards.

Any last remaining doubts or resistance Molly might have had melted away and she spread her feet wider as Brenda reached her thighs, then with a feather-like touch, kissed her pussy lips, which were already glistening with juice. 

Molly rocked her head back into my chest at this teasing and moaned softly. Brenda knelt between her legs and lifted her up by the knees to drape her feet down her back so she could push her tongue deeper into Molly. I kept her tight against me.

Brenda was moaning into Molly and the sound resonating through her clit and pussy seemed to drive her wild. Molly reached up and hooked her arms up over my shoulders and grabbed the back of my head. “Oh fuck! Oh Fuck, OH FUCK!!” she cried out as an orgasm tore through her and she flooded Brenda’s tongue with juice. Brenda held her mouth there firmly until the orgasm subsided.

Molly went totally limp for a moment but we were certainly not finished yet! Brenda unlocked her mouth from Molly and lowered her feet to the ground, still kneeling and motioned Molly to kneel beside her right in front of my now throbbing member. 

Brenda probably thought Molly needed a moment so leaned forward and slid her lips all the way down my shaft. Molly looked on, smiling broadly and licking her lips as her lust started to re-kindle. Brenda released me from her mouth and guided my cock to Molly’s face. She kissed down each side and around the head, while Brenda kept hold of me at the base, before opening up her mouth and sucking me deep into her, moaning approval as she did. Brenda stood up to let Molly enjoy that, pressed her tits into my chest and kissed me, letting me taste Molly’s orgasm on her lips and tongue. God, it was delicious!

Molly may have been a fair bit younger than us but, fuck, did she know how to suck. Taking me all the way in, I felt her tongue rolling around my underside and she seemed to know the vibration of her moans would add to the sensation. How I didn’t cum in her mouth right then, I’ll never know but managed to resist the urge somehow. 

A few minutes later, I gently took my cock out of Molly’s sweet mouth and laid down on the ground. No discussion was necessary. Brenda straddled my cock and Molly lowered herself down onto my mouth and I started licking her beautiful pussy which was still soaking wet. I locked her tight into me with my arms wrapped over the top of her legs. 

Brenda sank down onto my cock and began riding me, sliding up and down, then gyrating her hips, her arms raised and lifting her hair up high. Molly leaned forward and sucked on Brenda’s tits while I licked her inside and out, my tongue running circles around her hot little clitoris. All three of us were in a state of total abandon. 

Molly reached for Brenda’s clit and began rubbing her hard. I can read Brenda’s body so well now so knew she was about to cum and sure enough, moments later, her body arched and she threw her head back as an intense and powerful orgasm tore through her like a tsunami. The sound of her cries and the sight of her spasming body seemed to tip Molly over too and she came again right into my mouth. I did the same as Brenda had and locked my mouth on her, making sure none of that orgasmic energy could escape anywhere else but into me.

My two gorgeous females collapsed into each other, hugging and smiling and rested a moment. I have no idea how I was still holding off from coming myself, but I managed it. They slipped from their respective positions and lay beside me, arms across my chest, still breathing heavily. A few minutes went by when Brenda leaned across me to Molly.

“Do you want John to fuck you, Molly?” she said in an extremely sexy voice.

“Oh God, yes please!” she panted. The wanting in her eyes was irresistible.

Molly rolled onto her back and I rolled up onto my knees, kneeling upright between her widely spread legs. I held her under her knees and slid her up my lap towards my cock which was now stiff as a pole again. Molly was squirming to get closer, her desire to be fucked running rampant through her. Brenda propped herself on one elbow beside Molly, her face near hers and looked into her eyes as I nuzzled the head of my cock at Molly’s soaking entrance. 

She threw one arm around Brenda’s shoulders as I plunged into her, holding still, buried fully inside her a moment, before pulling slowly out almost completely, then driving hard in again. Molly’s mouth was wide open as I set up a steady rhythm, changing the angle so I could reach everywhere inside her. Her pussy felt fantastic; wet, warm, tight and hungry for cock. Her legs wrapped around my waist and gripped onto me for dear life. 

She let go of Brenda for a moment and I lowered my chest down to hers, wrapping my arms around her as if to scoop her up into me. She wrapped hers around my back. Those tits against my skin now felt better than I can ever describe. 

“Oh God, yes! Fuck me! Keep fucking me!” she rasped into my ear, inspiring me to increase the intensity and speed of my thrusting.

After a few minutes of this, I was on the edge of exploding again and so, to delay, I raised my torso back up and lifted her feet up past my shoulders, pushing myself and my knees off the ground, able then to drive even deeper into her. Brenda began sucking her nipples again as I resumed my relentless pounding of Molly’s tight pussy.

“Oh fuck! I’m cumming again!” she suddenly yelled.

Brenda held the top of her head with one hand, planted her mouth firmly on one of Molly's nipples and held the other breast tightly with the other hand as yet another orgasm shook Molly's body from head to toe.

 By now I knew I really couldn’t hold out much longer so pulled out, somewhat reluctantly, and stood up back against the tree again. 

“Suck me, girls!” I gasped, barely able to breathe. "I’m about to cum". 

They got to their knees again and took turns sucking hard on my pulsating member. About two minutes of this attention was all I could take and I felt my whole body tense up like a coiled spring and then, I groaned so loudly I thought everyone back at the party would hear it but didn’t care as copious amounts of cum began pumping out of my cock. Some went into Brenda’s mouth, some into Molly’s and the last few spurts landed on their tits which they had pressed together to catch my cream.

I looked down at them, feeling totally spent but totally fulfilled. The women kissed again, swapping a little bit of cum which would normally have got me instantly hard again, but there was nothing left in the tank now! I dropped down to sit and leant against the tree. My two beauties nestled into me and we just sat there quietly, for I’m not sure how long, gently caressing each other.

Eventually, it felt right to get up and stroll back to the beach. We could still just about hear the music playing. Molly retrieved her bikini bottoms and I, my shorts. Brenda’s sarong was back where we’d been sitting but she didn’t care about that. She loves being naked any time - as do I.

We walked arm in arm back through the trees. Molly stopped us just before the rock and seemed to gather her thoughts.

“John, Brenda, I… I don’t know how... or if... I will ever be able to describe this evening to anyone. Just a few hours ago, I wouldn’t have dreamed I could experience what you have just given me. I’ve never felt as alive as I do right now! How the hell do I even begin to thank you?” she said, appearing close to tears.

“Awww, sweety…” cooed Brenda and moved to hug her, then stopped and said, “Oh! Erm… before you go back in there, maybe I’d better clean that cum off your chin!” she laughed.

“What? Really?” gasped Molly, her shyness apparently attempting a come-back, and offered her face to Brenda’s hand before suddenly jolting backwards. “No, wait,” she said. “You know what? Leave it there!”  

Brenda and I glanced at each other but something felt good about this. Her shyness retreated back and was gone again.

“Okaaay,” said Brenda. “There’s a bit on your boob too. You wanna leave that there as well?”

Molly glanced down and chuckled. “Even better!” she laughed. “Let’s get a beer, shall we?”

Molly led the way. It was like watching a totally different person to the still shy and a little nervous one who had followed us into the woods. She looked a good four inches taller and strutted around the rock in front of us and stood hands on hips. Her hair all awry; messy in that gorgeous ‘I’ve just been royally fucked’  way, full of leaves and grass, cum on her chin and tit, but she looked so proud and strong. She was a heart-warming vision.

 We sat down and picked up our unfinished beers which were strangely still there. A couple of Molly’s friends approached whose eyes widened like saucers when they got close enough to see her properly.

 “Oh WOW!” said one. “And what have YOU been up to?” 

 Molly just smirked and said they’d have to work that out for themselves. 

 “Well! Good for you, girl!” said the chirpy friend and they went back to wherever they’d appeared from. Molly’s face was a picture. But then we saw Ryan approaching, looking a little drunk. 

 “Where the fuck have you been?” he yelled angrily, then stopped dead in his tracks when he got close enough to see my cum still on her face and breast. Molly stood up to give him a better look. 

“Where have I been?” she began. “I’ll tell you exactly where I’ve been!” she said, her voice suddenly loud. Someone stopped the music and people looked on a little anxiously, expecting trouble.

 “For the past six months I’ve been living in shit!” said Molly, keeping her voice steady and more measured. “Putting up with your crap is where I’ve been. Except for tonight!” she said, grinning. “Tonight, I have been on a journey you wouldn’t have a hope in hell of taking me on. A journey that gave me a proper connection between two lovely souls; Not to mention three MIND-BLOWING orgasms!”

“I thought it was four,” I whispered to Brenda.

“Shush, you wally,” she answered, watching closely.

“You what?” exclaimed Ryan. “You’ve been… back there… fucking these two?” he cried. “You fucking little whore!” he shouted.

“I’m gonna thump the little twat,” I said, but Brenda stopped me with a hand on my arm. “This is her moment, Darling,” she said, quite rightly.

“Oh, I’M a whore!” laughed Molly. “That’s rich, coming from you! Well, you can call me all the names you like because I really do not give a shit. You, you pathetic fuck-wit, are out of my life. Got that?” 

He was gob-smacked. I think most of the gathering were gob-smacked! But they were smiling with it, unlike Ryan. Molly waited till he turned his dumb-struck face away and walked off. She turned around to us, grinning like a Cheshire cat and said, “Wow! That felt so good!” laughing as she did. 

Before we left, having finished our beers, Molly said again how she couldn’t thank us enough. We assured her there was no need to and that it had been an amazing experience for us too. Brenda found her sarong and wrapped herself in it. Molly assured us she was going to enjoy the rest of the party, which would likely finish soon, and be fine going home with her friends. Ryan would be no bother, she promised.

As we turned to walk back to the hotel, Molly stopped us one last time and asked if we could meet again.

“Room 604,” said Brenda, pointing at our hotel. “We’re here for another ten days.”

With one finger, Molly wiped the cum from her chin and slowly licked it clean, looking each of us in the eye as she did, smiling beautifully.

“604,” Molly said. “Got it!” and kissed us both again. “See you soon!” she grinned and went to find her friends.

Back at the hotel, I sat on the balcony, gazing at the moon, with Brenda on my lap. No words were necessary. It was just pure contentment.

The next morning, the now sheepish-looking floor waiter brought us breakfast but Brenda spared him further embarrassment this time. 

“Only this time,” she said as I praised her restraint.

Our neighbours appeared again on their balcony and greeted us.

“So, did you have a nice evening,” the man asked.

Brenda and I just looked at each other, fighting back a giggle.

“Do you want to tell them about it, Darling, or shall I?” I said and left them to wonder what we were laughing at.