After 24 hours with Susan I was literally spent.
I ended up spending the night in her bed (instead of the uncomfortable sofa).
For the most part we still couldn't keep our hands of each other, but Susan was the one taking the most advantage of the situation.
Lying in bed the next morning she layed on my right side, straddling my thigh and stroking my chest with her hand.
"When I found out you were coming for the night, I literally felt like a kid before Christmas.", she volunteered. "I haven't had any sex for months so this was just what I needed. Literally."
"If I'm being honest, Sue, I'm feeling a bit conflicted right now. This wasn't some innocent make-out at a party," I replied. "This was an unabashed sex marathon."
Susan's hand was starting to move down my torso, over my stomach and her touch was getting lighter, more focused. I was already hard, but now I was getting more engorged.
"I know we've had some interesting run-ins in the last couple of years...when we got naked in the hot tub together, that pool day with Karen, and our exhibitionism at your cottage. But this really moves the goalpost. Or the penalty box. Or something," I continued.
I don't think Susan was listening to a word I said because her hand now around wrapped around me, stroking my shaft while she kissed my chest.
"You've realize you have seen her sharing herself with Karen, right?" she replied. "Maybe she's ok sharing you, too."
Susan's touch was pushing me too far, and now I needed to move past the talk.
Rolling to my right on top of Susan I slid my knees apart to open her legs.
I lowered myself to kiss her lips, and the tip of her tongue met mine between mine. At the same time i gently used her moist pussy to lubricate the head of my penis and tease her.
Susan was having none of it and rearer her hips up with at "Gotcha!", driving me into her before and locking me into position with her legs around my hips.
"This will have to be our last round, gorgeous. I gotta get ready for my appointment." I sighed as I submitted once again to her appetite.
"Then we better make it one to get me through to the weekend."
"What's happening this weekend," i asked slowly thrusting in and out of her soaked pussy, rolling my hips.
Susan was starting to tense up, with waves of ecstacy rising in her. She responded in a sentence broken by her building orgasm, "You........and............Nicole..............are............coming.............in..............to..............the..................cottage."
I unloaded my orgasm into her for umpteenth time, brought to my own release by her very vocal climax.
I rolled off her, trying to process what, and how, she had just said what she said, flopping onto my back.
Oh my god, I thought. How can I be in the same cottage with these two girls any time soon when I haven't even processed what has happened for the last 24 hours?
I rubbed my face with my hands trying to work out how this was going to work out without there being a massive elephant in the room, I didn't get far, because Susan had moved down on me, cleaning me off with her tongue, taking my still semi-hard erection in her mouth while she sucked out my remaining juices.
When she was done she crawled back up me, planting a moist, deep kiss on my mouth.
"I don't think we need to worry about, Nikki." She whispered, just inches from my face.
Wrapping herself in the bedsheet she bounced off the bed and headed for the kitchen, "I'll make us some coffee. You should probably get showered up."
I stood up, fumbling around her bedroom picking up my clothes for the day, and headed to the shower.
That last romp had done me in. I was exhausted from everything that had just happened from job interview to non-stop night of sex. I cranked the shower up and let the pulsing jets from the shower run over me while I tried to get my head back on straight.
Susan and I had one encounter prior to this, the infamous naked hot-tub. But we didn't have sex that night. Yes we did a lot of things to each other, and ourselves, but Sue wasn't on the pill at the time so it was just a lot of making out and oral. And we swore the next morning that it could never happen again and we'd never speak of it either.
I turned off the water and wrapped myself in a towel after drying off.
"Coffee's ready" I heard her call from the kitchen. She must have heard the shower stop.
Still in my towel I exited the bathroom to grab a coffee.
Susan took advantage of my time in the shower to redeploy herself with a change of outfit. No longer wrapped in bedsheet, her hair was brushed and flowing over her still bare tits. Down below she was wearing a string bikini bottom.
"You're almost dressed for another pool day," I teased. "Almost."
"That's a good name for what we can call our last 24 hours", she said, then continuing "It's our 'pool day'!"
"Oh, like secret code?" I asked?
"For sure! Like, 'Hey Dave, remember our pool day at my place that time?'" she giggled.
"Um, yeah. For sure I do." I mumbled, the words stumbling out of me.
"When I fucked your brains out!" she exclaimed, now sandwiching me between her and the cupboards.
My cock was getting hard again from her contact, and I had to set my coffee down to prevent from spilling as she brought her hands up, cupping her breasts and pushing away the hair that was covering them up.
"You know if you were my boyfriend I would just fuck you all the time. All the time."
