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A Needed Vacation Ch. 01

By: Anonymity1004



Note: Hi everyone. I'm a first time author and would really love to improve my overall writing. Please be gentle with any comments, I've had some trouble finding an editor but am really open to anyone that would like to help me. Thank you in advance and I hope you like the story below.

As the bass pounded and droned on, I felt the deep throbbing in my chest and the reverberations throughout the chair as the three of us sat there for a moment in the thick, almost silent tension hanging in the space between after I had posed the question. I knew this was one of those moments in an evening which would lead to either an interesting, if not unforgettable experience, or become a source of irritation and possibly deep wedge in our distanced friendship that might eventually end everything. Sitting there, watching the narrowed eyes staring across at me, that radiant face with its slightly furrowed browed and eyebrows that seemed to etch a mixture between playful exuberance and distrust at what I had just asked, led me to recollect the already extraordinary events that had taken place over the past few days, leading my wife and I to be sitting here in the dark, although smoke-free and impeccably decorated club, and giving me this fire, like a bolt of lightning on a thunder filled night, posing a question that clearly hinted at a deeper, visceral, and more primal context. 



A Needed Vacation Ch. 01



Removing her fingers from her now dripping slit, she placed a hand on each cheek and spread her ass wide so she could watch his expression in the mirror as he got a wonderful view of her very tight, pink, and naughty ass. Taking one of her fingers, slick with all her juices, Angela slowly let one hand trail down her crevice and back up again teasing the trail to her backdoor. Smaller and smaller circles she made, until she was poised directly over her forbidden entrance and then pressing lightly, just barely inserting the tip of her finger into her ass, repeating the routine over and over again and again building the tension between the two of them to new levels. Finally, when it looked like neither of them could take anymore, Angela's wanton expression turned into a plea for release. Quickly turning back over to sit up with her legs splayed wide apart, she furious fingered herself as her ecstasy made a small pool beneath her. Her eyes now locked backed on the stranger, she tore her bra off over head, and then silently mouthed, "Cum on me" to the stranger.

I came with the stranger and Angela, hot fluid shooting out and all over her neck and breasts, running down to her stomach; her thighs quaking, gripping her hand below, her head thrown back in an inaudible scream. My fantasy slowly started fading away as the glow overtook me and I eased back onto the bed. I glanced over at the clock, tired and out of breath. It starkly read 10:30 a.m. in the dim light of the room mixed with dull green glow of the numbers on its face.

"Fuck going to the golf course today," I thought to myself. 



A Needed Vacation Ch. 02



Note: This is part 2 of the story between Tom and Angela. I'm open to any and all feedback. Please let me know anything you like or ways to improve the writing. Hope you enjoy this!

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Too tired to spend the day running around and playing golf, I changed into my swim shorts, grabbed a towel and headed towards the pool. On the way down, I passed by a well-built gentleman who appeared to be in his mid-thirties, putting him easily ten years older than Angela and about five ahead of me. The cutoff grey cotton t-shirt, muscled arms, and legs that reminded me more of oak tree trunks than things humans walk around on, were a dead giveaway that this guy liked to work out and exactly the kind of guy that Angela had always told me she liked to be a tease with in college.

At an initial glance, I couldn't tell if he was heading towards or coming from the gym, but I as got closer and started to pass him two things became very apparent. First, from the fresh sheen of sweat and his red face he had obviously just come from the gym, and second, judging from the sly mysterious grin and the massive bulge extending almost halfway down his thigh, Angela wasn't kidding with me earlier and just trying to spike my imagination, she must have actually done something. I made a mental note to ask her about it on the drive over to dinner later this evening.

After arriving at the pool, I expected my time and day there proved rather uneventful. As I lounged in the warm sun beginning to drift off to sleep, I felt a rapid beating in my chest, a strange constricting feeling and difficulty breathing. Laying there with my eyes closed, I suddenly found myself standing back in my boss' office. His eyes glaring at me over some wire thin glasses, I could see the black numbers on the dull metal colored clock behind him and the unsettling realization crept into my mind that it was already eleven in the evening on a Tues.

There were still three more days in a normal work week, four or five for us, if he decided it was a bad week. Even the most dedicated of workers, managers of large divisions and global operations, had left hours ago for dinner, to see their wives, or even to do some mundane task like going to pick up groceries. But here we were, probably the only two people left in the entire office building; even the cleaning crew had come and departed more than an hour ago. The heavy stack of meaningless and useless reports and figures in my hands, more than any one person could possibly review and retain, felt like some warped version of a heavy anchor on a long chain, wrapped around my neck, that once on the bottom of the ocean extended just far enough towards the surface to give the illusion of freedom while still drowning.

"Hey, you just gonna stand there all fucking day like an idiot!" snapped an extremely irritated voice. Then there was a dismissive wave of a hand as his head lowered returning to the stack of papers in front of him. A low and tense voice then followed, "I said I'm thirsty and a little tired over here. Grab me a damn coke from the fridge or do I have to do everything for myself in this pathetic office?"

"Of course, sir." I replied trying to contain my anger as I walked slowly over the refrigerator in the corner of the office. Three months on the job, and every day has passed in the same fashion. His moods were completely unpredictable, from friendly and smiles one moment, to utter disgust and belittling the next.

Setting the freezing, cold can down on the coaster on his desk, I continued with what had originally brought me back into office this late in the evening, "I also have the latest stack of reports you requested from finance regarding projections for next quarter and at the bottom is the assessment from R&D on prioritized product investment for the company."

There was a brief pause after I finished speaking and it felt as though the room were growing stiller, quieter, than somehow it was already. I braced myself. I knew what moments like this meant, where they might lead, but no matter how I tried to mentally prepare, there was always some angle he managed to find and exploit.

"Do you know what it takes to run a company of this size, Terry?" He inquired looking up at me with a small, wry smile that didn't quite touch his eyes. The silence of the office while awaiting my answer was only punctuated by the dull humming of the fluorescent lights and crisp 'pop' of the soda can opening. I hated moments like these and they happened all too frequently, usually when no one else was around or behind closed doors. The loud slurping, made my hands want to ball into fists. 

"Tenacity and drive?" I asked sensing this might be just another one of his traps to berate me on some point or other of his business philosophy. "...and it's Tom, sir. My name is Tom."

Shaking his head and uttering a dry, hoarse chuckle, he continued as though I had spoken some different set of words, or pontificated in some grandiose, intellectual fashion about the minor points of business management and leadership to a fault. When he spoke, his voice contained a hollow intonation as though he was pronouncing judgment at a trial, "God, you're fucking dumb. It takes balls, Terry. Balls. Something I have quite a lot of and something you obviously haven't got. You've been at this company what...eight years? And what have you achieved? Nothing, you fucking loser. Who in this complex knows of you or what you've done? No one. If hadn't been for me picking you for this job, you'd still be stuck down in your shitty little department probably working, and praying for a promotion to get some hot little secretary or co-worker to notice you and fuck you on the copy machine or in the janitor's closet."

"Excuse me, sir?" I said trying to contain the rage inside that was now threatening to boil over. My hands had now balled completely into fists. I felt my nails digging into my palms.

"My point is: You owe me. You owe me for this opportunity I've dropped in your lap to be better than you thought you were. And because of that, I own you and your shriveled sense of self. Too bad you're screwing this opportunity and yourself up. If you were at any other company, they would've fired your sorry ass years ago." Then as though, nothing in the preceding moments had even taken place, he asked rather cordially, "You have a wife?"

"Wh...Wha...What?!" I stammered utterly confused now. These types of outbursts were typical, but the usual shift in moods was not normally as pronounced as just now. "Yes, sir. I have a wife; we've been married just over three years."

"Family in the area?"

"Yes, sir. A lot of her relatives and close family live right in town or the surrounding area."

"Ah, that's good to hear. God likes happy marriages. What's that stack you've got there?" He asked with what appeared to be genuine excitement in his voice. It never ceased to amaze me how he dropped in references to God and spirituality in the middle, of an otherwise debasing, conversation. It made the already unnerving and tense conversation even more bizarre.

I tried to straighten myself up and pretend like the preceding moments hadn't occurred. Stretching out my hands with the heavy stack, he eagerly took it from me and began thumbing through each page with fervent interest.

"These are the reports you've requested from finance and R&D," I said repeating my earlier statements about the quarterly projections and product development lines. Despite the sudden change in pleasantness, the hair on the back of my neck was standing on end and a single bead of cold sweat dripped down below my collar trailing the length of my spine. His mood swings usually took place over the course of several minutes to several hours, not one sentence to the next. This is was unusually perplexing and I was on full alert.

"Good, good," he murmured. That smile was coming back, the one that didn't quite touch his eyes. His grin and the teeth it showed seemed to magically change from one of a concerned father to a very dangerous predator. His voice started off firm but began to trailing toward the end of the sentence, "Just think, there are other bums out there that probably left hours ago when it was still daylight. And they say they're our competition...go on and get out of here. It's getting a little late."

"Yes, sir." I replied thankful to be going before having to face whatever was brewing underneath that mask. I tried to make my hurried steps to the door appear natural, but found myself unable to fully contain my relief as my back turned towards him. As I approached the threshold of the office door, I heard that bitter, hollow, intonation again.

"She must be real proud of you," the disgust and sarcasm dripping off every word.

"Sir?" I asked not fully turning around, half questioning, half hoping that if I didn't fully acknowledge his voice the situation would cease to exist.

"That wife of yours. She must be so proud to be married to a spineless, little prick like yourself. I bet you're as unsatisfying to her in the bed as you are here at work. She's probably only still with you for your measly paycheck because she's got to be fucking someone with real balls if she has any satisfaction in her life."

I could no longer contain my rage. My head was spinning, and I felt like I had lost complete control of my body, limbs, and speech. Everything seemed to be disconnected from the reality that I knew and I heard a distanced voice that I only dimly recognized as my own croak, "What did you just say to me?!"

That predatory smile and the harsh hollow intoning voice brought me crashing back down into my body. There was a sense of dull, languid amusement now when he spoke, "Easy there, Terry. You lose your cool with me and I'll fucking destroy you. I own you and I know everyone in this business, not just in town but across this entire industry. If I decide it, your spineless, ball-less ass will never find work again and you'll be forced to whore that wife of yours out for money to keep a roof over your head and food in your mouths. Now get the fuck outta my building you piece of shit. See you tomorrow."

I snapped wake, suddenly cold even though the sun was quite warm. The dream was over but not the effects as I could feel myself still taking shallow breaths and my heart was racing. The horror of the past year recapped in my dream contrasted sharply with the placid, smooth surface of the pool and the gentle swaying of the palm trees in the early afternoon breeze. Sitting up, I noticed and then recognized the odd sensation in my arms and hands as the shaking that had crept up at some point during that job. The effects had not fully gone away although more than a month had passed since I had been rotated out of the position, and I could contain them on most days, but sometimes still lost the ability when events got wildly out of control.

I needed to get the images and memories out of my head. Lazily sliding on my sandals, I rose to get a drink from the bar on the other side of the pool. It was quiet now at the pool and as I walked around the still water admiring its placidity, the contrast struck me as oddly funny. The paradox between the roaring, disturbing images between my ears and the smoothness of the surface shouldn't have been a source of amusement, but somehow were. Within the deep recesses of my own thoughts, I couldn't help but wonder if some of the insanity I become some accustomed to during the previous year hadn't somehow, in some childish way, reached out its twisted, mangled monstrous claws leaving its taint as a brand deep inside me, haunting me only in the dark recesses of my private world.

The bartender was not an overly handsome man with his dark hair and eyes that were accompanied with a stubbled face from several days of not shaving. His tanned skin and wrinkles around eyes, gave him sort of tired, weathered look adding years to him that he most likely didn't have.

"Watcha drinking today?" he asked in a friendly voice.

"Just give me double rum and coke," I replied after thinking a moment.

"Been one of those days? It's supposed to be a vacation you know. Let go, relax" he said in an almost canned manner.

"You might say that," I mumbled in a low voice, not really wanting to get into a deep conversation. I really just wanted to pound that drink and help it take the edge off the effects of that dream.

"She must have been a helluva chase," he said tilting the bottle of Captain Morgan's and letting the golden liquid fall into the glass.

"What?" I asked, not having any clue what he referring to.

"Well, judging by the way you were twitching and moving over there while asleep and all that loud mumbling, she must have been smoking. Hope it turned out well for ya," he said with a somewhat perverted grin and gleam in his eye.

"Yeah," was I all could think to say. God, I hated it when random people tried to force conversation with me. It made the situation just awkward and all I could really think was just for him to shut up and make the fucking drink so I get some space from all the crap in my head.

He finished a moment later and handed me the chilled glass. I downed the entirety of it before he handed me the bill and after signing it, walked slowly back towards my chair.

Between naps and rolling over to prevent sunburning myself, the mundane images of the pool simply passed their way in front of me barely registering as I tried relaxing in the warm Florida sun. A few parents brought their kids who were splashing away and giggling, and then they ran around the deck and dove into the water continuing their game. Older men and women arrived as the day wore on and sat listlessly in their chairs, sipping on drinks, reading books, magazines or other things as the time passed. I let myself ease into the comfort and normalcy of the moment, and actively pushed aside all the images and thoughts that nagged at the back of brain. As I did, I found a lulling peaceful overtake me and for the first time in over a year, it really felt as though things were getting better.

The afternoon continued to pass with a younger couple or two would arriving for a few minutes, spreading their towels and take a ceremonious dip in the water before returning the chairs for a bit, and then, hand-in-hand scamper off back to their rooms for what I presumed could only be a midday fuck.

The sun had begun its slow decent and the pool had gone empty and quiet when I finally decided to rouse myself from my lazy afternoon and check my watch. The titanium band was hot even after being stuffed inside a shirt all day to prevent it from becoming a searing hot white shackle. Looking down through the crystal top, my eyes trailed pass the gold crown, and etched company name to see the gold highlighted hands pointing to a few minutes past four. My head was a little light and I realized I probably hadn't drunk enough water today.

I was about to fully sit up and head back to the room, when something out of the corner of eye caught my attention. As I looked to the left, I heard the sound of the pool gate creaking open and could hardly believe what I was seeing. Sun seemed to dance about her blond hair and its natural wavy-ness as she held the gate for just a moment longer than was necessary. Her perfectly shaped legs seemed to stretch for miles, so smooth and tan and flawless as she walked slowly across the pool deck. With each step her large firm breasts bounced under a nearly sheer red sundress. As she made her way around the pool to grab a towel, it finally registered in my brain the area was disturbingly empty. The bartender was gone and so was every other living soul for the moment. This was the kind of thing I dreamed about, being alone in gorgeous and secluded location, on a wonderful day, with a beautiful woman and no one else.

Lost in the moment, I hardly noticed the gate opening again and someone else entering. It was only as my eyes continued to follow this new found beauty back to her chair that I noticed she had taken two towels and now there was another man standing at the opposite side of the pool. After a brief and inaudible exchange, she gave him a short kiss and he left hurriedly as though he had forgotten something back at the room.

No sooner than had he left, this unknown woman turned to face me and stared directly towards me. Her eyes were shielded by her sunglasses, but there was no mistaking her body language that was screaming for a fuck. Standing there, hands on her hips that were thrust just a hair more than they needed to be in my direction, those shapely legs poised a little wider than her narrow shoulders, her chest pushed out begging to groped and fondled as it strained against the sundress; yes, there was definitely no mistaking it.

She grabbed at the bottom of her sundress and lifted it over her head to reveal what could hardly even be called a bikini. Two thin blue triangles that barely covered her nipples were connected by a thin strap than ran up and disappeared into hair and behind her neck. As my eyes trailed downward across her toned stomach , the bottom of the bikini was made of the same blue material and the triangle there was even smaller and tighter, if such a thing was even possible. Making a show of it, she turned around, holding the sundress in one hand to place it on her chair revealing a ruffled back of the bikini with a pink outline that offered only slightly more coverage that if she had worn a thong to the pool.

Setting the sunglasses down on the chair as well, she sauntered over to the edge of the pool and stretched her arms overhead letting out a loud low sigh that sounded more like inviting purr than the usual tightened gasp one has from their breath constricting when preparing to enter the water. With those arms extended, her tiny bathing suit couldn't withhold the bottom of her breasts, as her full mounds began to spill out. Then as though her display was no more than pure playful innocence, she lifted one foot and dove into the water.

I sat up a little more to see her image blurred and encompassed in the white foamy air bubbles underneath the surface. She came up for air, tossing her head side to side swimming back and forth in cool water for a few moments before coming to rest just in front of my chair. She placed her hands on the deck and drew herself out and nothing could have prepared me for what I saw.

Her blue material of her suit was now completely sheer. I could see her large pink nipples hardening underneath the fabric as she rose up out of the pool. The water pouring off her body and slick hair trailed down her stomach urging my eyes to follow their wet streams to her bikini bottoms which were also now more a jest to the formality of modesty for a distant observer than actually concealing anything. This material has also become skin tight and sheer revealing the most immaculate maintained and thin line of pubic hair I had ever seen and which trailed to two perfectly smooth pussy lips. I was enraptured by her form and disbelief at the whole situation; I hardly even noticed my mouth was open, and that I was becoming very hard.

"Glad to see you like my bikini," she cooed almost melodically while staring at my crotch. Her hands were back on her hips and she was pushing out her breasts again. "You should take a picture before my boyfriend comes back. It'll last longer and then you can jerk off to me later."

"What makes you think I'm not going to pull it out here and jerk it right now for you?" I retorted and somewhat affronted by her boldness, but also secretly loving it. I wasn't sure what sort of game she was playing at, but I was enjoying it and decided to dig a little and attempt to find out. "You obviously like to tease the shit out men."




A Needed Vacation Ch. 02



"I'd tell you what I really like to do tease the shit of men, but do you really want to cum in that nice suit of yours?" she replied with a smirk. She let one hand trail up and over breast, then down across her fantastically toned stomach, punctuating her words by allowing one finger to trace her landing strip before stopping and meeting my gaze.

"Try me, honey." Shit, I was horny and she knew it. I could feel myself losing control of my mouth and soon my actions would follow, if I wasn't careful. "And who said anything about cumming in this suit when there is a fantastic pair of tits right in front me to cum on."

"Mmmm, I like that you can play a little bit. But I prefer a man's cum in my mouth over my tits. And you better take that picture...quickly," she almost pleaded and brought up a hand again to pinch her nipples making them so hard I thought they would actually begin to cut through her whimsical bikini.

Almost as if on cue, fate reared it cruel head as I reached over for my camera phone, I heard the gate to the pool creaking back open and saw the man she must have been referring to as her boyfriend returning. Cursing my luck and now desperately trying to hide my erection, I found myself caught in a moment of utter indecision as to what to do. He was clearly staring at the two of us and I was just about to say something when he turned his back to us as he began moving some things around on their two chairs.

"Maybe we can continue this little show further," she whispered turning her back to me. Standing again with legs just a bit wider than they need to be, she bent over to dive back into the shallow pool. Hesitating in that position for what felt like an eternity to me but couldn't have been more than a second, my eyes were glued on those two eager lips between her legs clearly visible against the straining material, even the line and rosebud of her ass shown for that brief moment before she disappeared back into the water. All distorted, wet, and foamy.

She emerged back on the other side of the pool and rose nonchalantly. Walking over to her boyfriend, she held his head as she gave him a long passionate kiss. His hands roamed up her thighs and the small of her back resting on stunning, crest of her ass. Pulling her in deeper to the kiss, he let his hands drift into her bikini bottoms, pulling them down some and grabbing a handful of each cheek. She finally broke their impassioned embrace and pushed him back just a little to gain some space, but made no move to readjust her suit, which now let her displayed far more of her backside than it had ever covered. They chatted hurriedly for a moment and then she giggled casting a glance in my direction. Turning back to him, she simply nodded and bit her lower lip.

I was feeling more than a little unsure of what was going on as I watched them from across the pool. She helped him out of his Hawaiian looking shirt, slowly undoing each button and giving an occasional brief kiss. The dark shade of the tree under which their actions unfolded seem to cast an additional layer of mystery to the already strange events taking place. But the oddity of it all, coupled with the normal, but intimate display of affection and care with which she took off his shirt somehow made the whole bizarre series take on a relaxed and natural feel. As if somehow, a beautiful woman in a sheer bikini putting on a show, who moments ago had not been making the slightest sexually veiled comments to a complete stranger was a perfectly natural occurrence.

With him now in just his board shorts, she turned her back to him casting a quick gaze around the pool and windows of hotel. Satisfied, she arched her back towards him as he wrapped his arms around her and began kissing her neck. His hands caressed her body, roaming freely over her stomach until each reached her breasts, taking them full in each hand. Massaging both of those luscious mounds, I watched in amazement as he tweaked her nipples and saw her collapse back into him, her breath hard and fast.

After a few moments, he let one hand venture south, playing with the upper hem of her tiny suit. I continued to watch as she ground her hips, writhing, begging, him to proceed. His fingers spreading slightly, he pushed them into her suit and I could clearly see him cupping her mound in small furious circles. Her head snapped up and her eyes popped open, staring at me and locking my gaze from across the water.

Then again, as if on cue like the whole situation were a scene from a play, she pulled his hand away from her pussy and promptly dove into the pool with a small splash. As she surfaced in the shallow waist deep water mid-pool and began wading over towards me, I heard the sound of someone else entering the pool and realized it must be her boyfriend. She stopped at the edge and rested her hands and elbows on the deck remaining partially submerged.

"Still feel like playing?" she asked in a very husky voice.

Horny as shit now after their display I couldn't contain myself anymore, "What do you have in mind?" My mind was racing uncontrollably at this point and my cock was trying to break free from my swim shorts.

She nodded to her boyfriend who came up quickly behind her. "You can only watch and no touching except for yourself. We can't come out of the pool and you can't come in. We get to watch you too and you can't leave until all of us are finished."

"Sounds like a good deal for you. What am I getting out of this?"

"You get tell me how I'm going to be fucked," she said almost whimpering. I noticed she was slowly grinding her hips and ass again under the water.

"Interesting..." I said, feeling like there was a catch.

"And I get to tell you how to touch yourself," she added. There it was. That was the catch. I didn't care anymore though. The thought earlier of Angela heading to gym sans panties, potentially masturbating for a complete stranger; this woman's wanton displays, my control was gone.

"Ok," I said weaker than I hoped to sound.

"What should he do to me first then?" she asked, a large smile creeping across her face. There was a pleading in her voice.

"Pull that bikini top to the sides and let me see those nipples being pinched and rolled," I said. Somehow my weak voice has just gone cold and hard. I had no idea what was coming over me. We were in the middle of the hotel's public pool. This whole thing was absolutely crazy.

But without hesitation, the tiny triangles containing her breasts were pulled away freeing their contents. I saw his fingers come up and roughly pinched her nipples as loud, long moan escaped her lips. "mmmmm.....fuuuuuuck.........yeah baby.......just like that.....haaaaarder....." I swore, she was already close to coming.

"Take off your suit and show me your cock," she commanded, those fantastic eyes suddenly locking on me.

In a trance, I stood, undid the knot, and let my suit fall to the ground. I was rock hard and now completely naked. I sat back down straddling my chair. My full length member bouncing hard up and down as it touched the towel. Jesus, I'm going to be thrown in jail if anyone comes here from her moaning, I thought. And yet, the very idea made me even more turned on.

"Lose your suit bottom, you little slutty tease and throw it to me. And shove two fingers into that eager hole of yours." Oh god, I was completely gone now. My mouth, my actions, had taken on a life of their own. I couldn't turn back or stop now even if wanted to.

Another desparate moan released from her throat at the words little slutty tease. She shifted in water and a moment later, the strip of material that was her bottoms landed in a wet plop at the edge of chair.

"Which hole should I shove them in? My mouth? My pussy? Or my ass?" she whimpered.

"Use them to fuck that dirty pussy for now." I ordered.

My demand was met with shrill but quiet cry, "yeeeeeeees.....oh yeah....oh god yeah..." as his hand and hers became of blur under the water.

"Spit in your hand and stroke that cock for me you fucking pervert. Stroke it slow," she demanded licking her lips.

I did as she asked. My hand was warm and somewhat rough but lubricated from the saliva. Up and down, up and down, squeezing the tip before descending back to the base again. Turning my hand from side to side in an ever wringing motion. I could feel my stomach and legs clenching in excitement. The nervousness, the butterfly feeling of the completely brazen outdoor act. I rolled the palm of my hand over my engorged member, each moment ever more provocative and evocative than the last. Building slowly my enjoyment with the steady assault and her eyes never leaving the display.

"Fuck her," I commanded coldly. "Take his cock in your pussy now. Fuck her hard. And tell me how it feels."

The guttural sound I was rewarded with sounded more animal than human as he entered her. He released her nipples to lock her arms behind her as he began pounding away. The sloshing of the water and her moaning making a noise that I sure if anyone had been in their room would have quickly caused them to come to the window. "It's soooo fucking huge. It feels like I'm coming apart. Ooooooooooh goooooooood.....i love it....fuck me....oh yeah....fuck me hard like that.....uuuuugh...fuck it feels like...he's...up...to...my...stomach...uuugggghhhh," she half screamed.

"Spit on your cock again. Make it fucking sloppy. I want to see it dripping with saliva like I was gagging, and deep throating it for you. Use both your hands!" her order was almost a shout.

Complying, my cock was now thoroughly soaked and saliva was running out between the fingers on both my hands as I continued stroking my dick. My pace and impending orgasm was building as I used both hands in alternating wringing motions up and down my entire length. My legs were tightening and beginning to shake as I kept up the motion. I knew I didn't have much longer as I watched her relentlessly being fucked, her tits bouncing in the water and her nipples occasionally grazing the tile of the pool deck making them harder than I could ever have imagined. I let out a long moan of my own and saw her eyes rolling back into her in lust.

"Shove those two fingers in your asshole, you filthy bitch!" I ordered. And I watched as her boyfriend pulled one of his arms free from restraining her and slipped his hand beneath the water.

"Fuuuuuuuck meeeee...." she cried. The sounds of his grunting as he continued to roughly fuck her mixed with the moaning and panting she was adding, combined into an unbelievable sight. Her body had stiffened as he boyfriend started to finger her ass, but now she was bucking wildly in unison with his thrusts. A low cry emerged from throat as her tits bounced all over, "fuuuuuuckiiiiiing yeeeeeeeesss...."

It was time. I was going to cum in moments from the sight of her being pounded unceasingly. Her tits bouncing, those eyes rolled back, knowing that both her ass and pussy were being filled at my command. "Oooh shiiiit...I going to cum," I yelled.

"Yes you fucking perv! Stroke it hard! Faster!" she screamed.

"You like your holes filled you nasty slut"

"Fuck yes, I'm a dirty slut. Cum on my face! I want to taste it!"

I shifted off the chair and knelt just before her face. UUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!! I felt the first hot streams shooting forth and onto her face and open mouth. Spurt and spurt in long ropey white lines kept going, "Cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuming," I heard her scream in a loud, high-pitched, shrill voice with the loud grunts of boyfriend releasing in her at the same time. I felt myself shaking and my orgasm continuing until long after it normally would have and then collapsed back onto the deck in a heap.

A moment later I roused myself to the sound of her voice, "God that was hot. Thanks! We'll be back here around the same time tomorrow if you're interested in meeting again. There's usually no one around, but if there is, it makes it all the more fun..." as she and her boyfriend pushed off and began to slowly swim back to the other side. As I looked up, I saw his milky seed leaking out her in-between each kick as she propelled herself back to their chairs.

Reaching their belongings, I watched in continued amazement as she ditched what remained of her bikini top in a bush by their chairs and stood completely naked out on the deck. I could almost hear them talking as she stood there with her hands on her hips, then distinctly caught the words "hotel bar". They both looked back over at me and she winked before taking an obscenely long time to bend over and snatch her sundress giving me another look at that beautiful creamy ass and those now puffy, full red lips of her pussy. Then, just as she carelessly as she had taken off the sundress, she put it back on.

I realized at that moment just how sheer her dress really was, how bold this couple was, and desperately wished I possessed that kind of courage with Angela. Staring once again, in dumbfounded amusement, I watched her test it to make sure everything stayed inside it by shaking back and forth in front of her boyfriend. Her breasts jiggled tauntingly and there was absolutely no hiding the shadows of nipples underneath. The material even clung tight enough that I could see her taught stomach and outline of belly button. And, as he took in her hand and the headed off to the bar, I was treated with the lingering image of them laughing and smiling as she blew me a kiss while deep shadows and outline of her ass wiggled with each step away.

Standing up, I slipped on my suit and sandals, I headed over to the shaded vending machine by the towel dispenser. The bartender was still, thankfully, gone for the moment, so I tossed my worn towel into the bin marked "Used" and proceeded to get a bottle of water. It was still fairly early in the day and if we were indeed going to meet Kate tonight for dinner, I needed to not pass out on the drive over due to dehydration. Not only would it be embarrassing, but, chiding myself in a silly fashion, Angela and I'd probably die hungry and I could easily picture my descent into hell with her on my heels yelling about how I had the nerve to get us killed, hungry no less, and then drag our sorry asses down to some abysmal depths.

Returning to the room, I saw Angela's gym clothes hastily thrown on the bed and little note on top of them. Picking up the piece of paper, I saw it was the cheap hotel pad and the writing clearly indicated she had been a bit of a rush.

Gone to hotel bar. Shower and I'll see you soon!

I inhaled deeply. The thought of her at the bar and potentially seeing the coupled whom I'd just had an incredible encounter was unnerving and yet somehow causing more than a little excitement in my stomach. Would she see the other woman naked under her sheer dress? What would she think? What would she do? Would they talk to each other? Would Angela find out and realize it was me, and if so, what would she do? All these thoughts and more began rushing through my head.

Shaking my head, I pushed them aside. It was just my imagination running wild again. I needed to get ready or we were going to be late. I shrugged and tossed the paper in the bin by the dresser then turned on the water prepping for the night ahead. Midway through cleaning myself I heard the door open and the characteristic THUMP as it closed.

"Tom, I'm back! Are you almost ready?" I heard Angela's cheerful and slightly slowed speech that could only have come from having thrown back a strong drink or two.

"Yeah!" I called from inside the bathroom, my own voice echoing off the walls. "I should be out in a minute. What's the place we're going to like? Do I need to be dressed up?"

"We're going to a local seafood joint. It shouldn't be too formal, just wear something to match me," came the reply.

Exiting out of the shower, I quickly dried and finished getting ready. As I stepped out of the bathroom, clad only in a towel, I could hardly believe the wondrous vision that greeted me. There sat Angela, thumbing on her iPhone, her normally straight black hair, now had gentle curls rolling through it like a calm outgoing ocean tide. From her ears dangled two of the most gorgeous platinum earrings with what appeared to be small, semi-translucent peacock feathers in them. Her eyes and lips were highlighted with meticulous care from her makeup, presenting an interesting dichotomy between beautiful innocence and sultry vixen. The white button down blouse she wore had just a few buttons undone accentuating the swell of her firm breasts before diving into the black lace from a corset peeking out before melting back down her body to a jean skirt that barely reached midway to her toned thighs.

With her legged crossed, she played almost unwittingly with one shoe, a black stiletto heel, accented with white metal surrounding the back and dangling delicately from her toes. She hadn't ever looked this beautiful, even when we were dating. I felt myself growing hard just looking at her in that terrific outfit and imagining taking each layer off her later.

"Wow," I breathed out, feeling a sudden burning of desire and the strain of my member against the soft cotton towel. "Angela, babe, you look absolutely stunning."

"Hmm?" she asked, her sweet voice raising slightly, pretending not to have heard what I just said.

"I said you look simply amazing. I can't wait to take you out tonight and show you off. Every guy that passes by will be so jealous knowing that you're already taken. I am insanely lucky."

"Oh, is that so? I just threw this on, but I'm glad you like it," she replied quietly though the beautiful smile that spread across her face betrayed that she secretly enjoyed the compliment. Her eyes lingered on the tent I was making under the towel as she took in my naked chest and torso. Then, with the grace and poise of a hungry jaguar, she slowly uncrossed her legs and stood up. Striding across the space between us, her eyes held the glint of an animal preparing to savor a long sought meal.

"But how will they know if you never get me out of this room?" she asked playfully as she continued walking towards me. "That cock of yours seems to have other plans than taking us out tonight."

"Right! I better put on some clothes then..." I started to say, but was abruptly stopped by Angela forcibly taking my member in her hand through the towel while planting a deep kiss on me. I could clearly taste alcohol on her hot breath and tongue as we pushed down each other's throat. I pushed my tongue deeper into her mouth as I pulled her even closer to me. Her breasts pressed hard against my bare chest and I could feel her breathing increasing. Reaching a hand up, I cupped the back of her head enjoying the softness of lips against mine.

I cradled her chin when we broke our kiss at last and looked deep into those smoky eyes. Her gaze was full of passion as she blinked her long delicate lashes at me, pleading for more. Grabbing a hand full of hair, I pulled face away from mine exposing the tender flesh of her neck. I planted long, slow kisses against her creamy, soft skin, periodically taking some it between my teeth for delicate bite. The scent of her perfume was nothing short of intoxicating. The exasperated moan and shifting of her legs as her hips dug into me revealed that while she wasn't drunk, she clearly must have had several strong drinks and as a result, was slightly uninhibited at the moment.

I let my tongue trail the side of exposed nape until I found her unprotected ear. Taking it between my teeth, I nibbled, pulled, and bit it as I pressed a thumb to her parted lips. As her soft moans continued, I pushed my finger deep into her hot mouth and felt her tongue swirl around its length as she began to wantonly suck on it. Teasing her, I withdrew it slightly before pushing it back to her depths of moist over and over again, slowly at first, then faster and faster, while never relenting my onslaught on her the flesh of neck and ear. When she was finally able to catch enough of her breath between moans, her words were more ragged begging than actual speech.




A Needed Vacation Ch. 02



"You better get dressed right now and take me to dinner, so we can get me back here. I'm so fucking horny after everything that's happened today that if you keep teasing me with your cock and mouth like this we aren't going to make it to see Kate."

"Oh god, Angela" I moaned, but it was almost a growl, feeling myself growing harder instantly. "Don't tease me like this, we've got a long drive and..."

"Shhh..." she said pushing a finger to my lips. I felt her soft hand dart underneath the towel encircling the full length of my member and slowly start to pull up and down. As I grew harder, I felt the tip of my cock brush against the cotton as she began to twist her palm one direction and then the other with each stroke. It felt like she was attempting to milk the cum right out of me.

"Angela..." I pleaded, letting out a deep grunt of pleasure and tension. My hands fell to her ass and gave each cheek squeeze elicit a long, low purr from Angela.

"I want to make you cum quickly," she whispered huskily in my ear. "Should I tell you about all the naughty things that happened at the gym today?"

The mixture of the alcohol and warmth of her breath was itself an aphrodisiac to me. "What happened? Were you a dirty little girl?" I asked, growing hornier by the second.

One of her hands was now working to free me from the towel altogether as the other continued its gentle and slow pace up and down my cock. "Promise you won't be too mad?" she asked and I nodded that I wouldn't be. She continued to whisper, "Since we need to hurry, I'll only tell you a little. There was a guy there and we were alone. I caught him staring at my ass and tits as I was running and decided to give him a better look."

The towel dropped away and I felt my incredibly hard cock spring free into the air. The images from earlier in the day began to race through my mind; I had to stop them so I could focus on what Angela was whispering, "...so when I went to stretch out, I let my shorts accidently fall off." Her voice had the craving of wanton lust in it now, "Tom, I don't know what came over me, but I just got so bold. I saw the outline of his huge member in his shorts and I couldn't stop myself. He was so big Tom, so fucking big. I couldn't help it and I fucked myself right there for him as he jerked off himself. I came so hard and even let him cum on me."

"You're such a dirty slut," I growled back to her and pulled her hair a little. "But you're my dirty slut and I love you."

"Cum in my mouth Tom. I want to taste you and have you fuck my face." With that Angela squatted down instantly taking my full length into her mouth as she did. Her tongue began working quick circles around my entire shaft and she bobbed furiously up and down. Up and down, faster and faster, over and over again. Although I didn't think it was possible I was growing harder than I had ever been. The picture of Angela naked, and bent over, fucking herself for a complete stranger. Him cumming all over her...uuuugggghhhhhhhhhhh...a load moan escaped from my throat.

Angela's head kept bobbing on my cock, the sound and smell her sucking growing more intense. I then felt and incredible tightness all over my tip that almost made me lose it right then. Inhaling and exhaling quickly to control myself, I looked down to see my member shoved deep into Angela's cheek and her beautiful eyes staring up at me. One of her hands had reached up under her very short skirt and was moving rapidly as she fingered herself. Then, I watched in utter amazement as she did something she had done before. Holding just the tip of my cock between her lips, she met my gaze as she slowly took in every inch of me until her lips touched the base of my cock. I could feel the back her throat as she just held it there, before shaking her violently side to side as she released my member from her depths with a POP! as it came out.

"That's right Tom, fuck your dirty slut's little mouth and throat," she whimpered. "Make me your nasty little whore."

Using both her hands, she performed and almost wringing like motion in unison with the movements of her mouth as she dove back down onto my cock once again. I could feel the tension building inside me for an enormous orgasm. Fuuuuuuuck....I moaned. Slowing her pace only slightly, she released one of her hands from my shaft and cupped it around my balls. With each stroke up, she pulled down ever so gently on them making it feel like my entire body was being swallowed in her mouth. Up and down, up and down, up and down, I knew I was going to lose it soon if she kept this pace up. I felt small beads of sweat break out on my forehead. Then without warning, Angela grabbed my ass and held me as I felt my tip hit the back of her throat again.

"Holy fuck Angela!" I growled and pleaded. "Shit I'm going to cum baby..."

And then I felt it. She began purring or humming or something. Her body tensed and began shaking, and I understood at that moment she was cumming too from sucking me and fingering herself. My senses were overloaded and I lost control as I felt my release beginning. There was a hand on my balls again tugging and pulling, but I was still buried deep in her mouth with the sensation of my tip pressed to her throat. Shiiiiiiiiit baaaaby.....suck that cock....taste my cum bitch.....fuuuuuuck I'm cuuuuuuuummming....I dimly realized the voice I heard yelling was my own. My legs began shaking and then I was cumming down her throat, giant load after giant load. The combined motions of her hands, mouth, and low sounds from her throat made it feel as though she was attempting to pull every last drop of cum out of me. My head was spinning and there were thousands of tiny points of light all around me.

The room, the world, everything went dark.

I must have been growling or shouting or something else, because a moment later I felt Angela's soft finger on my lips and heard her shushing me. As I opened my eyes, I found myself on the bed, I couldn't remember getting there, and saw Angela hovering above me, backlit by the dim hotel lights giving her a sort of golden halo and glow around her. She was straddling my naked leg, I could feel that her panties were absolutely drenched as she coated me in some of her juices that leaked out. She dabbed at the edge of her mouth with her fingers and smiled mischievously down at me with those lovely dark brown, almond shaped eyes.

"God I love you so much and the way you cum," she murmured. Placing her hands of my chest to brace herself upright, "Feeling a little better?"

"Yes, Angela baby. You are more than amazing and wonderful. I love you too, " I replied, placing my hands on top of hers as a feeling of overwhelming love and awe overtook me as I stared into her eyes. "Let me put some clothes on take the hottest woman alive out to dinner."

She bent down to plant a long deep kiss on me, those magnificent curls draping down to cover us like our own private curtain that could shut out the world, "Ok, but let's hurry. I'm still horny and haven't told you the full story of everything today. I hope you're up for a long evening, because I'm going need a very intense fucking later."



A Needed Vacation Ch. 03



Apologies to the readers for how long this next chapter has taken to complete. It has been a very tumultuous couple of years and I am now trying to finish this story. It is unedited, so forgive any grammar errors, I hope these do not detract from your enjoyment of the story. The concluding chapter is already underway and hopefully will be complete soon. Please leave comments to let me know how I can improve as a writer, what parts are most interesting to you and what you'd like to see in the future. 

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I had closed my eyes for just another moment, lingering in the bliss as much as I could when I felt Angela rise off the bed. The sounds of her shuffling and the running water told me she had headed back into the bathroom, for what I could only assume was a quick attempt to freshen up and un-dishevel her from our fun.

Knowing I needed to get up as well, I reluctantly sat up and began deciding what I needed to wear. Angela had said the place wasn't too formal and that I only needed to match her so I settled on a nicer pair of dark jeans and a black button down shirt that I could roll the sleeves up on. It was one of my favorites and Angela always gave me plenty of compliments when I wore it. I was about to throw all this on, when I got a naughty idea.

Angela was still in bathroom, so I quickly threw my boxer briefs back in the suitcase and pulled up my jeans. The material was soft enough that I knew it wouldn't chafe being bare underneath and, depending how things went, I knew I could tease her mercilessly while we were out if I told her at the right time. She had always had a thing for guys that didn't wear underwear, a convenient fact that I had found out while we dated, but had never bold enough to try until now. Whenever I had asked her about it, she had always been somewhat coy, only replying that it made her feel incredibly dirty to know she was next to someone who went bare under their clothing.

Buttoning up my shirt, Angela exited the bathroom and I saw her eyes light up when she saw what I had chosen. She looked absolutely stunning once again with everything back in place, as though a few minutes prior she had not sucking and deep throating my cock while masturbating herself at the same time. I knew my choice was having exactly the effect I wanted when I watched her slowly wet her lips with a long, pronounced lick of her tongue.

"You almost ready to go?" I asked, as though everything was normal.

"Yes," she replied with that wonderful smile spreading back across her face. As I crossed the room to throw on some light cologne, I felt her hand firmly smack and grab my ass.

We quickly left the room and headed down to the car for the drive to dinner. It was going to be almost thirty minutes to get there in traffic at this time, and I was already pretty hungry from the day's events. Angela, for her part, was still slightly buzzed so she hardly noticed that when she climbed into the SUV and sat down that her skirt had risen almost all the way up to her crotch giving me a wonderful of her very tiny, silky, black panties. I let my eyes linger on that wonderful sight as I slid the engine into reverse and prepared to leave.

After a few texts back and forth, Angela announced excitedly that Kate was also on her way and running a few minutes late too, which was probably a good thing. The traffic we encountered was horrendous and I was becoming somewhat annoyed as various cars repeatedly cut me off. There seemed to be no end to the rudeness of driving in rush hour.

"You doing ok, honey?" Angela asked sweetly, placing a gentle hand on my arm. I hadn't noticed, but I was tapping furiously on the console as we waited for things to start moving again. It was six o'clock and we were supposed to be meeting Kate in ten minutes, and were at least 15 minutes away from the restaurant without the traffic.

"Yeah, I'm fine babe," I replied. "I just hate driving in all this traffic and can never figure out why some people think it's ok to be this rude. God, some of these assholes don't even have the courtesy to wave or put on a blinker."

"Aww sweetie, don't worry. It'll be ok. Kate is running a little late too so remember we're fine," she said in a very soothing voice. "How about if I tell you something fun that happened today?"

"Um sure," I said as cars began slowly moving again, trying to keep the annoyance from my voice.

"So after the spa today I came back and showered and went to the hotel bar. I'll bet you never guess what happened there." I was slightly intrigued but focused on all the traffic. Remembering what had happened at the pool though, I decided to play along, wondering the whole time if my suspicions were correct.

"Well," she started, "I had just gotten my first drink and sat down in one their big comfy leather chairs. I had caught several guys staring at my legs and tits when I had to lean over the bar to order my drink. Since I was enjoying the attention and the feel of that cool leather on my legs, I wanted to tease them a little bit. So I would slowly cross and uncross my legs, watching them strain to keep from being too obvious as they tried to catch a peek up my skirt while still carrying on a conversation with their wife, or girlfriend, or friend. I kept letting the skirt drift up my thighs until my panties were almost showing. It was incredibly hot, knowing that I had that much power over them. Feeling their eyes and desire, knowing they were fucking me in their mind and yet couldn't ever touch me.

"Then, this insanely handsome guy walked in wearing just a pair swim shorts and a Hawaiian shirt. I normally don't like that kind of thing, but there was just something about him, sweetie. You know how I can get. His hair was still a little wet, like he'd just come from the pool and, as I was admiring him fetch a drink from the bar, I felt a hand on my shoulder. A soft voice whispered that I was doing a good job teasing the shit out of the boys, but I could still do better. This beautiful woman sat down across from me wearing a completely sheer red sundress, and she had nothing on underneath it. I could totally see her hard nipples through the material as she smirked while I took her all in. We chatted for a bit and she introduced herself as, 'Cindy'. She told me she had seen me teasing the boys, but that there was still more I could do."

I smiled to myself as Angela told me more of the encounter. Feeling a bit bold myself, I asked, "What kinds of things did she suggest?"

Angela laughed a little and bit her index finger mewing, "Maybe I'll show you later if I'm drunk and bold enough." Then she continued jokingly, "But don't interrupt me. So as we sat there chatting, she did the most crazy thing ever Tom. After making sure she had some guy's attention, which was very intent on chatting with his wife, she uncrossed her legs, spreading them just past her shoulders and we could both see all the way up her dress. Tom, she wasn't wearing any panties and just stayed that way, her eyes totally locked on him. As I turned to look over my shoulder at him, I could swear he was straining not to cum in his pants. I was struggling not to finger myself right then." She paused for a moment, "Oh god, I'm still sooo horny."

I knew exactly what she meant and how that guy must have felt. The images from earlier at the pool came flooding back and I felt myself growing hard and pressing against the soft material of my jeans. "What else happened?" I asked sensing there was still more to the story.

"Well eventually that guy in the swim shorts and Hawaiian shirt came over and introduced himself as 'John', Cindy's boyfriend. We kept chatting for a while and shared a couple of drinks. Apparently they are an 'open' couple and love to play games, teasing strangers, pushing people's boundaries, and seeing exactly what they can get them to do. They gave me their room number and invited us to join them. God, that would be so exciting to play a game with someone. Can you imagine, Tom?" her voice trailed off at the thought, the realization dawned on both of us that we had arrived at the restaurant.

For my part, I wanted to stay in the car for a moment and will my throbbing erection back into submission so I didn't look like a complete perv getting out of the car. Angela wasn't having any of it though and nearly squealed with delight that we had finally arrived, at last getting to see her long-time friend. 

The parking for the restaurant we were headed was in back so we had to walk around the block to get to the front. The warm air was coupled with a nice breeze though, therefore, it was not too oppressive as we exited the car and strolled down the street. For an area in the middle of the city, it was relatively nice. Trees, filled with decorate white Christmas style light, lined the brick sidewalk lending a turn-of-the-century feel, though the building architecture with false Roman columns and flower entwined, plastic gazebo arches betrayed a more modern construction. Still, I had to admire the detail they put into an area like this.

"OH MY GOD, THERE'S MY HOT ASIAN SLUT!!!" cried a voice in delight as we rounded the corner.

"YOU DIRTY MEXICAN BITCH!!!!" squeaked Angela back. The sound of their heels simultaneously clicking as they ran to embrace each other was quickly followed with what to me sounded like unintelligible cries of joys, but might have actually been a conversation. Truthfully, to this day, I still do not know. But from the smiles, the hugs, and the jumping up and down, it was clear to anyone that despite the rough sounding greeting, these were two long-parted friends, finally seeing one another again.

Now, as one might have guessed already from the unique greeting, Kate is not what any person would ever call "reserved". It is, perhaps worth a moment, to more accurately paint a picture of who Kate is and how she and Angela came to know one another. Kate and Angela first were introduced to each other in college, as can be so common at large schools. Their first semester, they had both chose to stay on campus and through the lottery draw had ended up being roommates. Unlike so many other assignments, Kate and Angela cliqued immediately and became the fiercest of friends by the end of the first term. They shared everything, and Angela always emphasized but never elaborated on what exactly "everything" meant, only that they kept nothing from the other. Rooming together for the entire four years, they were sad to find jobs took them to different areas of the country, but always managed to stay in touch. Kate had been Angela's maid of honor at our wedding and likewise Angela did the same for Kate's. 

As for Kate, well, I guess she could best be described as...sassy. Easily three to four inches shorter than Angela, what she lacked in height, she offset with the boldness of her mouth. Kate could easily have made a sailor blush with some of the things that came off her tongue. Her flippant gestures and the way she never cared what anyone thought were incredibly sexy. Never daring to tell Angela, it was a lucky thing that we were already engaged when I first met Kate. I never could have imagined meeting anyone more lovely than Angela, but from the first day I laid eyes on Kate, I was in awe of how gorgeous she was. Although Kate was shorter, her body was intoxicating. Her legs were long, smooth, and very athletic for her frame, a credit to her love of running and yoga. Like Angela, Kate had the soft waves of long dark brown, almost black hair highlighting just barely discernible Latina features, she had inherited from her mother while her pale skin she received from her father. But most striking of all on her small frame were her amazing breasts and ass. I always had a difficult time not staring because, while not overly large, on her frame, those breasts just seemed to fill any shirt or dress she chose to wear to the point where I couldn't help but stare. If I averted my eyes until she left, I would find them glued on the firmest round ass I had ever seen.

The outfit Kate chose to wear tonight presented the same dilemma as always. Dressed in black silk button-down top, with the top few undone, hinted at the generous amount of cleavage enclosed, while the bottom of the shirt barely touched her waist and parted to reveal the last gem of a taunting belly button ring. She complimented this with a matching pair of black silk shorts that hardly covered her ass and tied in the front with a cute bow. Her stiletto sandals were also of the same color and accented with crystals that added to her dazzling effect.

When the girls had settled down, Kate suddenly noticed me and came running over before crashing into me and mashing those wonderful globes into my chest while throwing her arms around me.

"Are you taking care of my favorite whore, you prick?" demanded Kate with a huge smile.

"You know it!" I replied. "And seriously which one of you isn't a whore?" I quipped back.

"Fuck you, Tom," she snapped back jokingly, but quickly added, "You're right. It is a bit like the pot calling the kettle 'black' isn't it."

"Whatever, you've always been the bigger skank" Angela cried and stamped her foot in mock irritation.

Kate rolled her eyes, "Oh pluh-eeeeeaaase. Is this the crap you tell him? That you're the virginal saint and I'm the filthy hooker. Maybe we'll have to set the record straight over a bottle of wine or tequila tonight." Her tone was still joking and mercilessly goading Angela to refute her. It was a strange relationship they had, but I knew deep down they truly cared for and loved each other like close sisters that neither had ever had. Then I heard Kate whisper before turning around, "Shit you're already married to her, she better be putting out real good; just don't let her ever pull that prude bullshit on you."

After the girls bantered a little more, they hugged once more and we finally went into the restaurant to catch our table. Although it was still relatively early in the evening, there were a number of patrons seated in the interior, so the hostess, who had overhead both girls carrying on outside, asked if we would like to dine outside. I think, much to her pleasure, we agreed.

The exterior patio was quite pleasant in the evening air. Our waiter took our drink order with both Angela and Kate getting a bottle of wine. The pace of service was slow and the girls had plenty of time to begin catching up on everything. They had already downed a glass and a half of wine as I heard them begin to talk about Kate's recent divorce from her husband. Apparently he had completely changed after marriage; demanding that she dress more conservatively, quit her job to stay at home, and more. It was clear from the conversation that he had attempted to completely wreck Kate's confidence, and demean and dominate her into submission, which was probably about the worst thing one could do to someone like Kate. Like clockwork, six to twelve months of this took its toll and the two separated before trying to work things out, at which point it only got worse. The divorce had been finalized just a few months ago, but Kate was still recovering from the emotional price of it all.

"You just need to get some of your confidence back, sweetie," Angela said consoling. About that time our food arrived, looking and smelling heavenly. The girls had each ordered a special from the catch-of-the-day menu and it looked marvelous. The seared fish lay over a succulent blanket of rice with an assortment of colorful vegetables. Mine was no exception either. The lobster, although not caught that day, was so tender and juicy, I couldn't help letting out a deep sigh of pleasure as the flavors popped in my mouth with each bite. 

As we continued to dine, Angela and Kate made valiant strides towards polishing off their respective bottles of wine. On their last glass, both made a mock pouting face and giggled, clearly feeling its effects and settled back into their conversation from earlier. I had drifted off from the events at the table to admire the setting sun when I felt Angela's foot nudge me roughly under the table and her Kate's voice say, "And just how am I supposed to get my confidence back after that asshole went and wrecked it all?"

"You just have to remember how beautiful you are and how it feels to be admired," said Angela. "And nothing does that quicker, than watching men fall all over themselves for you."

"Oh Jesus," exclaimed Kate in a somewhat exasperated tone. "What do you know about that now that you're married? It doesn't matter for you anymore, you have Tom."

"Thanks," I quipped, shooting Kate a playful hurt expression.

"I know it still feels exhilarating to see that look in a man's eye all full of lust. Knowing that he's undressing you in his mind and trying hard not to let you know he's getting hard and thinking of bending you over and fucking you senseless."

"Really," said Kate sardonically. "What did you go off and do Angie, flash some random guy your panties or tits and watch him try not to cum?"

Angela's silence was more than incriminating. I knew she had only told me part of what had happened today, but between her silence and biting her lower lip, she may as well have screamed that she'd been up to something.

"You little slut!" cried Kate softly and smiling. "What did you do?"

Angela recounted part of her day earlier at the bar, leaving out some key details, notably the effect of Cindy on her and them inviting us to join them. As I watched Kate's expression though, I could tell she knew she wasn't getting the full story. But she nodded and played along for now. 

"Come on, Kate. Watch, it's not that hard," she said. Then rather quickly, she remembered I was sitting at the table, "Oh uh Tom, is it alright if I'm a little naughty right here?"

"As long as you still come home with me," I chuckled.

"Watch," she said, turning back to Kate. Angela's cheeks were a little flushed so I knew the alcohol was kicking in, but I didn't expect what came next. Grabbing the sides of her skirt, she pulled it low onto her hips, until her delicious ass was almost showing. Then, tucking her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, she let the string rise up so it could clearly be seen that she was wearing a tiny G-string as it peeked out the back and sides. "Call the waiter over," she said to me. "And when he gets here, Kate, start talking to Tom."

As if on cue, as the waiter approached, Angela pretended to clumsily drop something and bend over while seated. Since he was approaching from behind her, he had a terrific view of her luscious ass and G-string. Kate played her part pretending to talk to me about something inane. Angela meanwhile, took her time retrieving whatever she had "dropped", wiggly her ass seductively in the chair trying to force her skirt even lower without being too obvious. The waiter tried to keep his composure, but a large smile had spread across his face. When Angela popped back up, seemingly oblivious, she asked very sweetly, "Could we get our check please?" 

"Uh sure thing," he said fumbling into his apron for the bill and setting it on the table. At just that moment, Angela made another "clumsy" gesture knocking a fork off the table onto the ground at her feet.

"Dammit," she said.

"No worries. I'll get it," he said.

I realized then this was the entire setup she had been going for. Right as he knelt down, Angela uncrossed her legs and spread them just wide enough that he would have a clear view right up her very short skirt to her thin panties. I imagined that after everything already happening today, they were probably soaking wet, and if he was close enough, he might even be able to smell her sweet arousal. To ensure he was hooked, she said offhandedly, "Do you offer any discounts?" And it worked like magic. 




A Needed Vacation Ch. 03



As he turned his gaze to meet her and answer the question, his eyes found Angela's surprise. Caught in the moment, he knelt transfixed staring up her skirt, unable to avert his eyes. He tried stammering something, but I watched out the corner of my eyes, as she slid forward, spreading her legs further until her skirt rose up covering almost nothing. Her knees were nearly touching his face and as she repeated her question about discounts, she let a solitary finger glide over and up the entire length the thin fabric. No one to the right or left could have seen what she was doing to the poor waiter, as it was barely noticeable by Kate and me sitting at the table. I could see the deep hunger in his eyes though as he licked his lips trying to contain his apparent good fortune.

The spell was broken as he stood up, loudly smacking his shoulder into the table with a ringing crash of bone, plates, and glasses rattling together. His face was red and now he was fumbling trying to answer her question pretending like nothing was happening. However, the tent he was making with his apron from his modest size hard cock had him all in knots. He awkwardly made some excuse about going inside to check with his supervisor and ran off massaging his sore shoulder.

Once he was gone, Angela and Kate burst out into fits of giggles. "You really are such a cock tease, Angie!" Kate said. "But oh my god, you're right that's hot. I haven't had a guy staring at me like that in ages. I want to feel that again."

"Told you. Who's the slut now?" chided Angela. The sun had set now and it was getting late for the restaurant. I checked my watch. Nine-thirty. Still early though by any other standard.

"Angie, I will really have to try something like that sometime. Hey it's still fairly early and there's lounge and club not too far from here, wanna go grab some more drinks and maybe dance a little?" said Kate now a bit more enthusiastic.

"Sure! We haven't been clubbing in forever," said Angela. "Tom, you ok with it?"

"Well we're still on vacation. So I'm game for anything," I said.

As we left the restaurant, I couldn't help but wonder where this evening was going. With both girls already slightly drunk and getting wilder and bolder by the minute, my mind ran through all sorts of possibilities, most of these ended with me holding someone's hair as they hunched over the toilet. Needless to say, it took me a minute to realize that Angie was squeezing my hand trying to signal me that we should head to the car, but for what I couldn't guess.

"Kate," I called, "I left something in the car and it's just on the other side of this building. Grab us our first round and Angie and I will be there in a moment." Kate quipped back something in her usual fashion and darted in. I quickly turned to Angie with an inquisitive look, but was cut short as we approached the car.

"Baby, I'm kinda drunk so this might be the alcohol talking," her speech was slightly slurred, "but Kate might play."

"What?" I asked not picking up her reference.

"She might play with us like John and Cindy," she said, a little exasperated. "We...um, used to tease the boys in college, and I bet, if we could get her to play, it would totally help get her confidence back."

I open the car door at her request and asked what she wanted to do. She told me she would cue me later if she thought Kate would really be able to go through with it, but that I should suggest it. Angie told me that she would protest first, before Kate had a chance, but be able to persuade her. As she explained all this, she slowly undid the buttons of her shirt, and for the first time, I got to see what lay beneath it. The corset she wore was all black with a lot of lace accenting it all over. I understood why she had been wearing the shirt over it now during dinner. The firm material pressed and pushed her breasts up and together until they looked like the softest, palest, pillows one could imagine. Lace danced over the top of them and dove down so low I was surprised her nipples were still covered. The sides and back opened and closed through the crisscrossing of the ties allowing her radiant skin to peek out before hiding back under the delicately embroidered piece.

"I see you like it," she cooed, tossing her shirt onto the front seat of the car. We kissed deeply and passionately. God, I loved the taste of her lips I thought. I let a hand trail south to the hem of skirt. 

"Mmm, you are such a dirty girl," I teased and smiled. "Maybe it's time I shared a little something with you." We were barely hidden from the main street and the open car door offered no protection if someone walked around the side. I took her hand in mine and let her unzip my pants before allowing her in. At the same time, I slid my hand up under her skirt and pressed a finger to her covered pussy. When she suddenly realized my surprise for her, she moaned low and loud into my ear and I felt her panties instantly become damp.

"Oh fucking god, Tom. "

"Are you my fucking dirty girl?" I asked and commanded in an equally low voice.

"I'll be your filthy fucking whore and anything else you want me to be." She had wrapped her hand around my length and was slowly stroking it. "Shit, you better get me inside otherwise we're probably going to get thrown in jail because I'm about to let you strip and fuck me right here. " 

"I'm up for asking her to play the game, but you might be in for a lot, baby" I whispered into her ear. I felt her grip tighten around my shaft as continued stroking very slowly.

She pulled her hand out; very reluctantly as she stared deep into my eyes, her eyebrows rose. "I really love you, but you also might be in for a lot."

Inside, Kate had our drinks ready and we were early enough that we were able to grab a secluded table towards the back that had a heavy beaded curtain for a door. It looked like a VIP section, but seeing as there were no signs indicating a reservation, along with the added bonus of a couple of very inviting looking couches, we snatched the area.

The girls continued to talk and banter playfully back and forth as the club began to quickly fill up. I watched the people filing in and only tuned back in to the conversation when I heard Kate finish her story with a long list of expletives and the words, "and that's when I knew that fucking, whore-bag cheater, small limp dicked prick and I were through!" I always admired her colorful story telling.

"God, I'm sorry sweetie. He's such an asshole but I'm glad it's over for you now. What did you do once the paperwork was signed?" Angie asked.

"I got a new piercing that I knew that shitbag would hate, just as a last 'fuck you' to him since I was finally free of all his bull..." Kate said, the last words were slurred more than a little. What the hell did they order I thought to myself, because I'm barely feeling my drink and maybe I should switch to whatever they were having?

"Um, I don't see new earring. Please tell you didn't ruin your gorgeous tits?!" Angela exclaimed. She was also fairly drunk now too I realized.

"No, little miss slut pants, I did not ruin my beautiful titties. I got my clit pierced."

"S-H-U-T...T-H-E...F-U-C-K...U-P!" Every word drawn out in a cry from Angela. "Didn't that shit hurt?"

"Yeah, for a second. But it wasn't near as bad as the waxing I've been getting." Angela's eyes widened even more as Kate kept speaking. "Talk about pain. I mean, holy shit does that hurt. I don't care if it's only for second, but I do like being smooth for so little effort."

"Oh my god, I don't think I could do that. I'd be too scared it would hurt too much," said Angela.

"Believe me, it fucking hurts, but only for a few moments. And I'm totally smooth for like a month which is absolutely the best part," replied Kate eagerly. "I just love the feeling and you know how I can't stand hair down there, so it's kind of a win-win."

"I know. I didn't think I would like it as much as I do, but I shaved all mine off today and the feeling is just incredible." I felt my cock spring to life in my pants when she spoke those words. Angela hadn't mentioned this earlier but I also knew she was way too drunk right now to be making up lies on the fly. I had always wanted her to do this for me, but when I asked, she would reply that her grooming efforts with the electric trimmer to keep it short were more than enough. I could never get her to tell me why she wouldn't take the final steps and just remove it all, so I just sat back and kept my mouth shut hoping that the answer would just naturally fall out from Kate pressing her. I didn't have to wait long.

"Why the big change all of a sudden?" inquired Kate with much interest. "I thought after you cut yourself real bad that first time freshman year, you swore you would never try that again."

"It must just have been my mood today. I don't know. Something just came over me and I couldn't resist it anymore."

"And just what did happen today, my little whore? You dodged me earlier at dinner, but I want the truth now. Spit it out." Kate was goading her now. "Wait I forgot you love to swallow. Whatever, slut, spill it. I wanna know!" 

Angela looked at me with a mixture of fear and excitement in her eyes and then back to Kate, stammering the whole time, stalling and trying to avoid answering Kate's question. After her third glance to me, she quickly winked amid Kate's unrelenting pressure and I realized that was my cue. I took a deep, long breath and listened to Kate for a few more moments, letting the anticipation build. I had been in meetings like this before in the office, when there was a big deal being brokered on the table, and knew the gamble that was about to take place. If I pitched this right, it had a shot at being successful, we would win the prize, and everyone would high-five afterwards and grab cocktails at the conclusion of work, or in this case Angela would soundly back me up. But I also knew how the other outcome might transpire; at least, I had seen it in the board room. And as much as I loved Angela, I knew despite her earlier claims, if it read like Kate wouldn't go for it, she would back out and let me gently take the fall and make up for it later. For my part, I just hoped I wouldn't get slapped by Kate. In either case, Angela's body language revealed she was getting very nervous and that's when I decided to take the chance and plunge.

"We could always play a game to make you talk..." I said rather quietly and I saw Angela's eyes go wide immediately.

"What kind of..." Kate started to say.

"Fuck you Tom, no way!" Angela cut her off bursting forth more forcefully than I expected. "I know how you and your dirty games are."

I regretted my words before she ever finished her sentence. The look in her eyes was more than menacing and doubt flooded into my mind. Had I read the situation wrong? Had I imagined everything prior to this? Was this some kind of crazy paradoxical, reverse psychological, bullshit suddenly that she was trying to pull? I had seen this before. The sinking feeling in my stomach deepened. I knew how this was about to end. Fuck! I thought. So close, and now I blew it. And that's why I never expected the next sentence.

"I'm in if Angie's has to talk and spill the shit about what she did today!" Kate replied, flopping back into her chair with a smug look on her face.

"Wait...Kate...no...you don't understand how Tom can be..." Angie stammered.

"I wanna hear more about this. Besides, if I'm in, you're in, bitch," Kate said matter-of-factly.

With Kate's eyes transfixed on me, I saw the smallest glimmer of a smile from Angela as we locked in a momentary gaze. The music had begun to pick up and I could feel the energy of place coming alive. I wrung my hands together, as though thinking, but I was merely buying some time and building the anticipation. I knew I still had to be very careful in how I delivered this or it could still fall apart.

I wasn't really sure how to begin. Angela and I hadn't discussed how we were going to play this out, only that she wanted to, but now both were looking at me. The knot in my stomach was growing; I didn't know how to unfold this. I felt myself grasping for an idea, any idea, which would make sense and sound good. I realized suddenly how dumb I felt about the whole thing, but before my brain could fully engage, I heard that sound which I realized was own voice, and I was talking. Shit¸ I thought, my instincts better know what the hell they're talking about. It took a few more moments until I recognized and could make sense of the words I was speaking when I finally heard, "It's like a game of confidence and choices," I heard myself intoning, sounding like a total pompice ass. "Every round is like a crazy game of truth or dare, but if you don't have the confidence to cough up the truth you're doing a shot until you find that confidence you lack."

"So basically, truth or dare with shots?" Kate shot back smugly.

"Yeah, but anything goes." I said resolutely.

"Kate, when he says anything..." Angie started to say but Kate cut her off.

"Anything?" Kate questioned trying to sound forceful, but I could detect just a slight edge of apprehension.

"Anything." I said again, and Kate and Angela fell silent. 

As the bass pounded and droned on, I felt the deep throbbing in my chest and the reverberations throughout the chair as the three of us sat there for a moment in the thick, almost silent tension hanging in the space between after I had posed the question. I knew this was one of those moments in an evening which would lead to either an interesting, if not unforgettable experience, or become a source of irritation and possibly deep wedge in our distanced friendship that might eventually end everything. Sitting there, watching the narrowed eyes staring across at me, that radiant face with its slightly furrowed browed and eyebrows that seemed to etch a mixture between playful exuberance and distrust at what I had just asked.

Suddenly, the silence was broken. "How about having to do a shot if you pussy out of the challenge?" Kate said eyeing Angela, "Unless you think you're not up for it."

"Deal," I said perfunctorily look at the two girls trying to gauge their reactions to my words.

"I'm in, bitch," said Kate playfully.

"Well, me too, you pushy skank!" Angela said doing her best to try to sound annoyed.

The girls exchanged back and forth for another moment or two, before giggling and discussing what we should grab for shots to keep everyone honest. After another round of name calling and trying to one-up each other, we decided on tequila. I rose and headed over to the bar, as I passed Angie, she looked up at me giving a small smile and a wink. I watched from the bar as the girls continued to chat, eventually returning with a bottle of Patron, glasses, limes, and salt.

"Shall we begin ladies?" 

"I think I'm going to need a shot first," said Angela grabbing the bottle and pouring herself one. "Anyone else?"

"Sure," Kate and I replied at the same time. As the alcohol ran down my throat, I could feel the warming effect already. I could handle my liquor fairly well, but tequila was always a gamble that I didn't win every time and I really wanted to win tonight. 

"So who's up first?" Angie said sweetly, her cheeks were more flushed now.

"Since it was Tom's idea and you've already made us do a shot, I think it's my turn!" Kate giggled. Turning to face Angela with a triumphant smirk, "So what's it gonna be?"

"Fuck, I'm not brave enough yet to do anything your mind can come up with. Fine what do you want to know?"

"Drink!" Kate cried gleefully, pouring Angela another generous amount of tequila. "No more avoiding, what did you do today? I'll know if you're lying to me!"

Throwing back shot, Angela took a deep breath, glanced at me and began to recount her day. She began by telling about heading to gym sans panties in her tiny racing striped shorts and sports bra. Then talking about how she noticed another guy enter the gym and her mischievous side beginning to emerge. As her story progressed, I watched Kate's eyes light up and her shift in the seat several times. Oh my god, she fucking loves this and is getting turned on by it, I thought. Her hands dropped absent mindedly to the top of breasts and began a slow, gentle caress over her shirt. Continuing to listen to Angela's story, I noticed there was more depth than she first let on. After stopping her run, she talked about teasing the guy by first pulling her shorts way up until her cheeks peeked out the bottom and then accidentally letting her shoe catch on them to pull them back down. 

But then, her story started to change a little from what she told me earlier. She talked on about backing up to the mirrors, and doing a slow strip tease for the stranger while starting to touch herself. He joined in stroking himself, she said as Kate's eyes grew bigger, before pausing to looking at me worried. My confusion at her hesitation was cleared instantly, as she continued. When she saw his huge cock, she said she could no longer think straight. Angela talked on about beckoning the stranger closer and letting him roughly finger fuck her with his enormous hands so she could touch his massive manhood. Eventually, she recounted, pushing him away, stripping off her clothes entirely and finishing herself off to a huge orgasm, but paused at the end of the her statement again.

"And then?" said Kate with more huskiness in breath than I would have thought.

Angela looked at me very worried now, but I was too turned on by the images running through my mind of what she had done to be even the slightest bit angry or annoyed.

"Tom," she said softly and almost pleadingly, "promise me you won't be mad?" It was hard to tell now whether the redness that had spread from her face to her neck and chest were from the alcohol or from embarrassment or because she too might have been turned on.

I nodded and smiled at her lovingly, encouraging her to finish her story. Taking a long breath in, Angela spoke again, telling how, completely naked in the gym, she had dropped to her knees with the mirrors behind her and begun fingering herself even harder than the first time as she engulfed the stranger's cock. My eyes went huge at this, she hadn't even hinted at this earlier. The dizzying movie spun to life in my perverted mind as she finished her story telling how she orgasmed again nearly choking on the stranger's thick dick that came in her mouth at the same moment. 

Kate looked at Angela, jaw agape, then at me, then back to Angela, then back to me, and finally back to Angela. "You are the dirtiest, sluttiest, slut ever!" She cried. "And OH MY FUCKING GOD, I am soooo jealous. I think I need a shot after that!"

"Tom, are you ok?" Angela asked. I couldn't speak and barely nod. I didn't realize how turned on I was by the whole event until I felt the pain between legs as my member strained vigorously against my jeans desperately trying to free itself. My entire body felt strange, like some kind of painful and wonderful electrical shock, awakening every cell in one violent instant. Part of me thought I should be offended, but the other, and stronger part, was just overwhelmed with love for this woman who was my wife. Angela must have been able to feel it because a huge smile broke out on her face.

"So what's it going to be Tom? Do you want to tell me some dirty secret or find out what kind of craziness I can come up with?" Angela purred.

"Oh I can't wait to hear this," Kate chimed in.

"What do you want to know?" I said pouring myself a shot and quickly throwing it back.

Thinking for a moment, she smiled ruefully and then leaned in, her words stoking the already intense heat I was feeling, "How turned on did you get thinking about me stripping for some stranger and putting my tits and pussy on show? Did you get hard knowing that he shoved his huge fingers in my tight little hole and that later I bent over in front of mirror for him so he could stare at my taut ass and slit while fingered myself and sucked on his cock?"




A Needed Vacation Ch. 03



I stood up painfully, looked her directly in the eyes and said pausing between each word, "Fuck. Yes." Then I turned sideways so they could both see my dick pressing against jeans and sat back down smiling.

"Oh my god, Angela you never mentioned you get all that to yourself," Kate said biting her lower lip. "Holy shit!"

Angela and I both laughed out loud at Kate's surprise and began to tease her. Not wanting to lose momentum though after Angela's story, I turned to Kate and asked, "So what's it going to be?"

"Well, hell!" she exclaimed, "I don't have any story or secret that's going to compare with that. What's in your dirty mind, Tom?"

I mulled over the idea that was forming in my brain, silently debating whether it was a good idea to push it this early. Angela had told me Kate had a wild side to her back in college, but this was something different now. We were here in public. If it went wrong, we could get caught, and in a best case of the situation, we would only get thrown out of the club and not in jail. But out of the corner of my eye, I caught the gleam in Angie's expression and all my reason and logic suddenly fell away.

"Are you wearing panties?" I asked softly looking Kate directly in the eye. She didn't answer, but a horribly naughty grin spread from cheek to cheek as she tilted her head to side inquisitively. "Then your challenge Kate," I continued, "is to switch out your panties for Angie's. You'll wear hers and she'll wear yours for the evening."

Kate clapped her hands and laughed while Angela just stared incredulously at me. "But I never said if I was wearing panties to begin with Tom." Turning to Angie, she said, "But damn girl, you were right he does mean 'anything'." Then back to me, "Well I'm not wearing someone else's panties, but I'm also not drinking a shot because I have an idea. Come on, bitch!" Kate snapped jokingly at Angela as she rose to her feet practically dragging Angela out of the chair. "We'll be right back!"

Before I could protest, the girls ran off in the direction of the club's restrooms. My mind was jumbled a bit from the alcohol, but more from the abruptness with which they had run off. What the hell Kate could have in mind, I wondered. I didn't have to wait long.

My phone buzzed several moments after I lost sight of them. The buzzing was slightly uncomfortable because the pockets on the jeans were not terribly large and the material had bunched them together. I pulled out my phone and saw that it was a text from Angela, so I quickly opened it and my jaw dropped. The text was a picture of two of the finest asses I had ever seen side-by-side. Black silky material of nearly identical G-strings ran up their crevices before spreading out in a thin to wrap around their waists. Both looked so firm, I felt myself straining against my jeans. Moments later, another text arrived and it said, We're going to take our panties off, but since we're breaking the original dare, if you can guess who is who from the picture, Kate said she has a surprise for you. 

I opened the picture back up and stared hard at it. It was difficult to focus on deciphering who was who because all my brain kept thinking about was how it would look to have each of the asses bent over a couch or table as I fucked it. Doing my best to still my racing, and now, very horny thoughts, I resumed my inspection of the photo. Despite everything, they looked almost the same. But then I saw it. A small freckle on one of the cheeks for the person on the right. I didn't recognize it. For all the times I had spent caressing and kissing Angela's back and allowing my hands to roam, through all the more forceful and sometimes almost violent lovemaking, I didn't once recall ever seeing a freckle. Some might call it a guess, but I knew, deep down in that place somewhere between my gut and my spine, I felt that conviction and so I texted back, Left – Angie, Right – Kate, and then hit send.

Moments later the girls reemerged from the bathroom, giggling as they walked back towards the table. Each had a fist tightly balled up as they made their way back through the crowd, their smiles growing wider. When they got to the table, Angela sat down first and quickly crossed her legs followed by Kate doing the same. They looked at each other and nodded, then stretched out their hands and opened them letting a very tiny crumbled piece of silk fall onto the table between the shot glasses and the tequila bottle.

I decided to press my luck a little further and leaned in over the table, "How do I know these are yours?"

Angie and Kate exchanged a glance and then each slid forward. Angie picked up the pair she had dropped, letting it dangle from her index finger and pressed the wet crotch up to my nose as I inhaled deeply.

"Don't you recognize the smell of my hot, wet pussy Tom?" She asked in deep and sultry voice, dropping her tiny G-string back onto the table. "Or do you need more proof?" At this, she arched back and uncrossed her legs, spreading them well past the width of her shoulders. Her skirt rode up to reveal her beautiful, bald, pink pussy was glistening in dim light. I had never seen Angela's shaved before, and the sight was magnificent.

Kate followed in a similar fashion, holding her panties up for me to inhale too. "Notice how mine smell different Tom? Or do you need to be sure?" Without waiting for my reply, she took my hand and slid it into the back of her shorts and then around the front. Sure enough, she was no longer wearing panties.

Angela quickly picked up the bottle and poured herself and Kate a shot, which they quickly downed. "Ready for the next part?" asked Kate smiling.

"Sure," I said, not noticing that I had slid forward to the edge of my seat.

Kate motioned to Angela in a come-hither gesture with a single finger. Both girls slid forward and Kate gently brushed Angela's hair with her hand exposing her neck. Their lips parted as Kate's hand slid behind my wife's neck and I watched as they kissed. It was soft at first. Kate planted small kisses on Angela's mouth, light and quick. But it soon grew more intense. Kate dove into her neck savagely reaching up with her other hand to grope Angela's breast through her corset. The onslaught continued, with first Kate and then Angela driving their tongues into each other's mouth. Their bodies began writhing in unison as their passions rose. Suddenly, Kate released her hold on Angela's neck and placed both hands on my wife's breasts shoving herself and Angela back into their chairs almost breathless.

Kate's eyes met mine with a conquering and challenging stare as she gasped for air. Angela was flung back into her chair, wiping her mouth with one hand and trying to compose herself. "Does that make up for me altering your challenge, Tom?" she asked with a touch of defiance.

"Yes," I replied trying to sound calm and not half as horny as I was.

"Well then," said Kate almost unbroken from her previous thought, "what's it going to be? Do you have balls to try a challenge that I can come up with or are you gonna be a pussy again and tell us something lame?"

I looked to Angela and then met Kate's gaze evenly, and intoned almost coldly, "Bring it. What challenge do you have me?"

Without missing a beat, she licked her lips and said, "I want to see your cock. Right here. Right now. Unbutton those jeans and let it out."

Holy fuck! I thought. I hadn't counted on this at all. I pushed the both of them, but hadn't even considered them coming back. My shock must have been apparent, because I caught Angie sitting back and smiling smugly to herself. Her words from earlier were echoing in my head that I too might be in for a lot. Did Angie plan this? Did they come up with this crazy idea when they darted away to the bathroom? I was stunned into inaction, but I knew I had to move. No, I needed to do something. I could see Kate's eyes ablaze. Hungry. Waiting.

Almost unconsciously I reach down to the buttons on my pants and began to undo them. I could feel my throbbing member pulsing nearly in unison with the music and pressing into the material aching to be free. My eyes roamed quicker and quicker around the bar as each button came undone. The curtains obscured us to some degree, but as the lights swirled around, I knew if anyone was looking at us they would undeniably see what we were doing. I should have been ashamed and more nervous, but instead I was growing even harder as the last button popped free. I languidly pushed a hand in and grabbed my dick, then in one smooth motion, let it spring into the open.

The look on Kate's face was priceless. Her jaw just hung open and her eyes went wide. I am not huge, but I am also not ashamed of my size. At just under seven inches, it's nothing to brag about in length. However, I also know I make up somewhat for the lack of length by having an enormous girth that's only slightly narrower than a soda can. Angie bit her tongue through her parted lips, uncrossed and crossed legs quickly, a clear sign that she was getting very horny, at my display. 

Now the game was really on and I knew it. Angela took the next round and decided with truth. I was about to ask something, when Kate blurted out, "Did you ever tell him what your dorm nickname was and how you got it?"

Angie's face, already red from the alcohol, flushed crimson with a mixture of embarrassment and anger. She grabbed the bottle and practically forced Kate to do a shot, while she downed yet another. After a moment, it came out as a whisper, "Anything Angela". Another brief pause, and then she continued, "Because I would do anything with anyone if Kate dared me to." 

That's when I realized what she meant. Angela had never been shy about sex since we'd dated and been married, but it was all very tame. The parts that weren't consisted mainly of her teasing me about things she might do. I became so distracted by my mind excitedly racing with a flurry of naughty thoughts about what things she had done, that I hardly noticed my cock was so hard it was actually leaking precum.

The next round, Angela was out for vengeance against Kate after she accepted another challenge. Kate ended up losing her bra and Angie made her take off right there where she sat. She finished by throwing it on the table and then playfully attacked my wife, undoing the top two clasps on her corset claiming that fair is fair. When she began to protest, Kate smiled and said that since she left out the exact details of how she got her name this would suffice.

The next several rounds passed in quick succession as the shots and challenges kept rolling. By the end, Kate's shirt was only held together by a single button in the center. Her taut stomach was teasingly showing and every movement nearly caused her unbounded breasts to spill out into the open as they swayed and shook under the thin fabric. The constant motion had made her nipples strain against the material so hard; they looked as though they were attempting to cut through for release. Angela hadn't faired any better. She had two clasps left on her corset and all the playful teasing and fighting with Kate had pushed her small breasts upward so that now her nipples pressed into the lace material. Her dark areolas were silhouetted and her tossed hair gave her the appearance of a mischievous and deviant far Eastern sex nymph that most men, or women for that matter, could only dream of glimpsing.

During this round, the game had come back to me, and since we were all pretty drunk at this point I decided to spice things up a bit and try something different. "Alright," I said, "this one is for both of you, which would you prefer to do: truth or a challenge?" The girls answer was almost instantaneously in favor of the challenge. "Well," I continued, "since I am here with cock out, let's see what we should do. Angie, since you have a skirt on, undo all the buttons on it and hopefully it'll hang on. Kate, because you're wearing shorts and fair is fair, undo the ties, release the clasps and undo the zipper."

Angie stood up first. "Like this," she said in deep, enticing voice and a sultry look in her eyes. Her hands came slowly to her waist and undid each button with particular care. Then, she rolled down the open flaps creating a deep V-shape that stopped just above the cleft of her pussy. It was clear from the bit of shadow, that she had just shaved, and, that other than the skirt, there was nothing between anyone else and her most intimate regions.

Kate, likewise, rose slowly and let one hand caress her thigh in delicate strokes as she reached for the ties. Grasping the ribbon, she began to pull at its length loosening the waistband on her shorts. When the first was undone, she turned toward Angela and placed the other ribbon in her teeth, and spun away as though she were a delectable present that was being unwrapped by her best friend's mouth. Facing me again, she undid the clasps on her shorts and pushed the zipper down. Unlike Angie's display, Kate's clothing was not as forgiving. As the zipper went down and the front opened up, the silky material gave way to reveal her recently waxed region and the top of her metal piercing. There was no mistaking anything now and the look in Kate's eyes was one full of lust, excitement, and boldness.

"My turn!" squeaked Angela. Before her friend could object, she grabbed her arm and pulled down onto the couch with a plop. The girls leaned in close whispering and giggling behind a flurry of hands and gestures. As she licked her lips, Kate's mouth broke into a wide, prowling, hungry smile and her eyes drank me in as she stared longingly at my cock while my wife continued on in hushed tones. Finished, Angela began to sink back when Kate leaned with, what appeared to be, a quick quip. My wife's lit up with excitement and she nodded. "Ok Kate and I have decided that your next challenge is you aren't allowed to cum or touch. If you do, you'll have to walk out of this club with cock on display for everyone. "

I started to protest and ask for an explanation or what was even going on, but I was cut short as Kate rose up out of her seat, walked over directly in front of me, and squatted down between my legs and cock that was hanging out. Realizing what was about to happened, I quickly glanced over at Angie to see she had hiked up skirt, placed both feet wide on the couch, and was sucking on her fingers. Even in this light, I could see her pussy was drenched. 

"Remember," Whispered Kate, "no cumming or touching." Without another word, she grabbed my cock and immediately drove her hot, wet mouth over my entire length. I felt my tip hit the back of her throat, the muscles flexing and releasing as she held me there. Her lips began a very light sucking action around my base, while her moist tongue rolled back and forth on the underside of my shaft. With the fingers of one hand, she formed a tight ring around my base with her undulating lips, while the other was gently tugging on my balls. Holy shit! I thought. Angela was amazing at sucking on my cock and had driven me to untold heights through blissful orgasms before, but Kate was on an entirely different level. As she eased up off my dick, the tight ring she made with her fingers followed along my entire length. With just the tip in her mouth now, I felt her tongue swirling around the head, timed in unison with long strokes from her hand up and down my shaft. Her tongue would quickly, flick the sides and top, and then slow down again. Other times, she would roll her tongue in agonizing circles, driving me crazy, and causing me to try to force myself deeper into her mouth. But with a steady hand on my stomach, Kate kept me pressed firmly in the seat and her tongue would latch to the underside of my tip, hammering back and forth until my legs felt weak. Over and over and over, she continued this slow, hot, wet dance. I could the pressure steadily building and I was rock hard.

Looking up, I realized Angela wasn't helping and was lost in her own world of lust. Watching us, she was sucking on her finger in time with Kate. Her pouty lips made those manicured nails disappear and her smiling red face from the alcohol framed by raven locks of hair were an intoxicating site. When I felt Kate diving down on my cock, Angela plunged her finger as deep as she could into her mouth.

On and on, it went. Angela had become even bolder now, shoving two fingers deep inside her. I tried to concentrate on watching her to keep from cumming in Kate's mouth, but found Angie's show just as exciting. My wife's juices were clearly leaking out her, dripping deep down into her crotch and pooling on the couch. Her other two fingers were curled deep, making me wonder where, exactly, they were probing.

"Oh god, Kate" I stutteringly mumbled. "You're...going...to...ugh...have...oh god...to stop...fuuuuck." I was pleading and squeezing myself so hard right then not to burst. Kate dove down, one more time and I felt her lips massage the base of cock. Her tongue was undulating back and forth, rocking side to side, and she just held me there. I stared down and saw her eyes, staring back at me, begin to water slightly. Tearing my gaze away and to Angela, I saw her fingers completely buried all the way to her knuckles, her hand rocking hard against her entire slit.

In unison, Kate released my member from her mouth, while Angela withdrew her fingers from her pussy. A long line saliva hung from my pulsing tip to Kate's open, pouty mouth, connecting us, even though we were now thankfully, but unfortunately, separated. Angela's fingers looked slick and moist in the pale as she held them up, looking at them and then me. Spreading her fingers wide, her wetness created and translucent web that she eyed for a moment. Without another moment's hesitation, she gently plunged them into her mouth and only removed them once they were completely clean.

The two girls exchanged smug, drunken looks as they sat back down on the couch, satisfied in their skills and work. I knew it was my turn as their gaze fell on me, but I also felt a shift in the mood. Our game had awoken long dormant desires and passions that now crept beyond the bounds of this tryst and place. We needed to leave, but it was my turn. And I'd be damned if I was going to let them get away so easily.

"One last round before we leave?" I inquired, noticing how both girls seemed to leap at the idea that things were moving with a current of their own. They nodded together, smiling in a way that only females can with that mixture of hesitance, eagerness, and an intensely defiant, deep pull that brewed of barely contained sexual energy. 

"Very well," I said reaching down to grab the panties off the table. I took note of the bra and decided to leave it. It would be an intriguing token that hinted at the mystery of this night for whoever found it. "Your challenge is, you are both to get free drinks as we leave, but it will be the sluttiest exit this club has ever witnessed. Angela, get one of the guys behind us to give you their drink and finish it. Kate, you'll have to do the same, but at the bar. As a thank you to each of them, make sure they know you're not wearing panties anymore in whatever way you chose. And, since you gave me the same restriction, no cumming and no touching."

Once again, girls exchanged glances and a most devious gleam appeared in their expression. Rising simultaneously, the girls began to part for their respective tasks and I began to doubt whether this was a good idea or not. My raging and throbbing member though won over, and I realized I still needed to tuck it back in, albeit rather painfully.

Angela reached her table first, since it was closer than bar, and immediately went to work. The crowd of guys and several women there appeared to be loosely formed as couples. One had his back towards our table and appeared to be alone, and this was the one chosen as Angela's target. Her eyes burned hotly and intently as she strode in pouncing fashion closer to him. On the outskirts of the conversation, he appeared mildly interested as he sipped a large glass of what appeared to be whiskey.