It was a whirlwind week, and the four of us were inseparable the entire time. After days filled with extravagant meals, dancing and laughter, we’d spend each night together, talking and drinking as we idly touched each other, with no shame and no guilt. Each night was capped with exquisite ecstasy no less than what our first night together had promised, but which I feared wouldn’t last once we went our separate ways and came ashore.
The last morning of the cruise, the four of us woke up together: Peter and Craig on the outside, Lisa and I sandwiched, naked between them. I pressed my fingers into her sleeping body, waking her with my pulsating pressure between her legs. I kissed and teased her breasts with my tongue as I caressed her expressive little clit. Peter and Craig followed suit, pressing into us from behind, bringing our bodies even closer together, as I teased her into orgasm again and again, wanting the euphoria to last, feeling that as long as it did, we would not be forced to disembark.
Unfortunately, our sexual powers were no match for the reality of time, and soon we were interrupted by announcements telling us to gather on the deck--we’d reached our final destination.
***
We were quiet as we stood in line to disembark. The crowd was moving in “slow and orderly” fashion -- the wait was long and silent, even as everyone around us talked excitedly about the good times they had had. For Craig and Lisa, Olivia and I, there was simply too much to put into words.
As our feet touched land, Craig and Lisa ushered us to a taxi stand so we could make our flight. They weren’t leaving until the next day--they were off to see friends in Miami before going back west. This was goodbye.
“If you’re ever out west,” Craig said, handing me his card, “make sure that you call us.”
“And if you’re ever up north,” I said, “please do the same.” But still, a feeling hovered in the air that this was the last we’d be seeing of each other.
This lovely couple had made us see ourselves with new eyes. I only hoped our new perspective would stay with us, even as we went our separate ways.
“I’m going to miss them,” Olivia said in the cab, leaning her head on my shoulder.
“I think they’re going to miss you more,” I said, putting my arm around her, the image of my wife teasing Craig with her body still burning brightly in my mind. “And I’m the lucky guy who gets to take you home.”
***
I slept the whole way home on the plane, visions of Lisa so eagerly pleasing my handsome husband playing over and over in my dreams. I came to only when we touched the ground with a jolt. I looked at Peter and saw he was just waking up, too. But when he saw me, a mischievous smile spread across his face. He, apparently, had been having pleasant dreams, too. I looked down and saw his cock pressing against his khakis, excited.
I kissed him on the cheek, suddenly very eager to be back home with him.
It took forty minutes in a cab to get back to our house. I was shaking with nerves and titillation -- the only thing in the world that I wanted to was to get in our door and rip off Peter’s clothes -- but what if he didn’t feel the same without Craig and Lisa there? What if it was them, not me, that had brought him back to his insatiable self? What if I wasn’t enough?
This was the moment of truth, and my heart was pounding so loud in my chest with fear -- fear that the whole week had been nothing but a lovely dream, but nothing we could have in real life -- that I wondered if Peter could hear it.
I did my best to look normal. The last thing I wanted was to put too much pressure on him. The last thing I wanted to was for the week to end with a fight -- expectations too high, disappointments too devastating. The only thing I wanted was to make his body hum and sing.
“I’ll get us unpacked,” I said, taking the bags into the bedroom when we arrived. I needed a task to busy myself with. I opened up the suitcases and began separating our clothes: These are whites for the wash; these are colors for the wash; these are delicates for the wash; these can go in the dresser; these can go in the closet; these are the mementos from our fantastical journey -- proof that it really did happen; here is a photo of the four of us at dinner. If you look closely, you can see that Craig’s hand is under my skirt.
“He couldn’t keep his hands off you that night,” Peter said in my ear, coming up behind me, looking at the picture over my shoulder. “Do you know how hard it gets me to see how much other men want you? To know that I’m the one who gets to have you?” He pressed into my backside and I felt his excitement.
“You’re no slouch yourself,” I said, leaning into him. “Lisa couldn’t get enough of your cock -- and who could blame her? It drives me wild just to feel you pressing against me. Do you know how wet you’re making me?”
“Did you like to watch Lisa sucking my cock?”
“You saw what it did to me,” I smiled.
“What did you like about it?” He whispered.
“I liked showing you off to someone else. I liked how she wished it belonged to her. I liked how impressed she was with you -- how eager to please she was.”
I turned around and began unbuttoning his pants.
“But I’m glad I get it all to myself now. I have a lot of plans for it.”
“It belongs entirely to you,” he said as I slid down his body, to my knees, taking his pants with me, unleashing him.
***
But she didn’t take hold of it at first. At first, she only took it in with her eyes, admiring me, as my cock strained and pulsated with longing for her. She very gently placed her fingers around the base of me. Then she lovingly gave the head of my cock a soft little kiss, and it jumped for joy. Her smooth lips kissed their way down the shaft and then up again, kissing the tip, a little wetter this time. Then she sat back and stroked me lightly, lazily, simply for the joy of watching me grow harder and harder at her every touch.
“I’m sorry to tease you, but I just like to play with it. Can I play with it for a little while?” She was still so sweet and innocent -- like a girl stroking a puppy she adored.
“It’s yours to do with as you please,” I said.
She could tease me for days like this if she wanted -- and that’s exactly what it felt like she was doing. She traced the veins of my cock lightly with her fingers. She cupped my balls and squeezed them ever so gently as she took just my head in her mouth and french kissed it, tasting it as though for the first time, her eyes closed, her face serene and dreamy as she tongued my cock, aimlessly. She licked her way down my shaft slowly, to the balls, then just lingered there, breathing me in deeply, before she began to suck my delicate sack, giving it similar treatment, kissing them deeply and slowly, like an ingenue in love.
Precum began to form at the tip of my cock -- I so achingly wanted to be inside of her. But I wanted more for her to have her fun. The look of pleasure on her face as she explored me was better than any orgasm. I wanted to make her feel even more. I bent down and scooped her up in my arms, placing her down gently on the bed, on top of our clothes.
***
His hands came up under my dress, feeling my body as he pried the fabric from me. I lay there in my lace panties and bra, which I unclasped for him, my breasts tumbling out to greet him. He grabbed hold of my panties and slid them down, kissing my pussy hello sweetly as he did, filling me with warmth.
He splayed me open and stared into me adoringly, breathing in the scent of me as I laid there, vulnerable to whatever he had to give me.
I belonged to him -- I wanted him to have my body, however, he saw fit. There was nothing that wasn’t his, and only his, for the taking.
As though reading my thoughts, he pushed my legs back, revealing the crevice of my ass. He pulled me gently apart, licked his finger, and pressed into my tight cave, which took him in without protest.
“You’ll give me anything I want, won’t you?” he said, sliding his finger in and out of me slowly, kissing my clit softly.
“Yes…” I sighed, wanting more o
f him, but delighting in the anticipation.
“There’s nothing you do that doesn’t make me hard,” he said, sliding in another finger, stretching me wider. “When I wake up in the morning and see you sleeping, all I want is to bury myself in you…” he drove his tongue deeply inside of my pussy, setting my nipples on end.
My whole body was tense and burning, waves of heat flowing through my veins.
“You’re getting my pussy so wet...You always make me so wet...please…” I said, not knowing what I was asking for, but knowing only that I wanted more of him.
He took my clit in his mouth and sucked hard as he flicked it with his tongue, not letting go even as I squirmed and writhed, bucking frantically.
“You should see what I see,” he said, finally releasing me. “Nobody has ever been more beautiful than you…” his free hand ran up the length of my body and squeezed my breast hard.
I leaned forward and took his hand, feeding the fingers into my mouth, sucking them as I longed to suck his cock.
I wanted him everywhere within me and all at once. Sensing my needs, he drove his tongue in again and fucked my asshole with his thick, manly fingers.
“I want you to fuck me -- please, can I fuck you? Please?” I begged.
He spanked my tit playfully, a painful sting on my hardened nipple.
“You’re my insatiable little slut, aren’t you?”
“Only for you,” I breathed, and he looked into my pleading eyes.
He sat down on the bed and pulled me over his knees, my ass staring up at him. He rubbed my cheek lovingly, then grabbed a handful of me hard, pinching me, and I spread my legs for him wide, exposing my pussy. He spanked me lightly and quickly between my legs, little taps sending shockwaves through me, one right after another. I felt at his mercy and I loved it.
“You’re never going to deny me your gorgeous pussy again, will you?” he said. “You know how badly I need it.”
“Yes,” I said, obediently.
“And you want to give me everything I need, don’t you?” His hand came down in a harder smack that made my back arch.
“Yes, baby…” I moaned.
“Why do I need your pussy? Tell me why I should want it.”
“You love the way my pussy tastes…” I said, spreading myself even wider.
“What else?”
“You love how it smells -- you love to bury your face in it…”
“Good girl. What else do I want from you?”
“You want your big, fat cock inside of me. You want to feel me squirm around on your cock,” I was getting so worked up, I almost couldn’t take it.
“Show me what I want,” he said. And knowing him well, I reached behind me and spread my cheeks open, showing him he whole of my undercarriage.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he said to me, making me wet.
“Please fuck me,” I begged. “Fuck me!”
He threw me face down on the bed and slapped my ass with a satisfying smack before sliding into me, his raging cock feeling as thick and hard as it ever had been. He split my legs open as wide as they would go and drove into me over and over as I raised my ass to meet him. I felt whole and complete when I had him inside of me, and each time he withdrew I felt empty until he came crashing back into me, his heavy sack spanking my throbbing clit. He grabbed my hair and pulled, causing me to arch my back, as I felt him fill me up with a stream of his hot emission, so warm and wet, as the tide within me rose to meet his. He collapsed on top of me, his receding cock still lingering inside of me as we both panted heavily, happily.
Finally, the world came back into focus and the euphoric fog cleared enough for me to compose my thoughts.
“I’m famished,” I said. We hadn’t eaten all day. “I should probably make dinner.”
“Don’t get dressed and don’t clean yourself up,” he instructed. “I want you just like you are for the rest of the night.” He kissed my back tenderly before getting up to set the table.
***
Olivia sat across the table from me unselfconsciously in all her naked glory throughout dinner. Her hair was wild, her skin was still red. And she was perfectly at home in this state -- just the way I loved her most -- in the way that belonged to me.
I cleaned the kitchen and let her collapse in the bedroom after our long week. She was exhausted and I couldn’t blame her. But I had a phone call to make: I had to thank Dr. Lovejoy for all he’d done for us -- for bringing us back to ourselves.
I found the newspaper ad that first brought us to him and dialed the number.
“Hello?” said a voice on the other end. I was surprised anyone was in the office so late. I expected to leave a message.
“Yes, can I speak to Dr. Lovejoy?”
“You’ve got the wrong number, dude.”
“Wait -- I’m certain this is the right number. 862 555-5921?”
“That’s the number you dialed, but it doesn’t belong to Dr. Lovejoy. It belongs to me. I’ve had the same number for five years.”
“Oh...uh...sorry.”
He hung up without saying goodbye. I stared at the number wondering how it was possible that this wasn’t Dr. Lovejoy’s number -- that simply couldn’t be.
“Baby, come to bed…” I heard Olivia from the bedroom.
I pictured her in there, curled up and naked, waiting for me. I didn’t know how we’d found Dr. Lovejoy, but it suddenly didn’t matter. The entire trip could have been a hallucination for all I cared. In the real world, I had the most beautiful woman in the world, beckoning me to bed.
That was all I needed.
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