This story contains kinky sex and strong language. Gay sex is also included in this section.
Alex lay on the bed, still naked and resting on his side as he watched Veronica getting ready for their day out on the beach. His wife picked through the clothes in her suitcase, looking through the many different bikinis she had brought to Mexico. The two felt refreshed after finally relieving each other with their kinky sexual exploits. Both were still naked and had not cleaned themselves yet. Alex could feel Veronica's pussy juice cooling on his dick as he admired her. The warm glow of the Mexican sun came through the shades which fell upon Veronica's caramel rump.
After some time of looking through her things, Veronica finally settled on her white and red striped bikini as she lay it against her nude body and examined herself in the mirror. Through the reflection, she saw Alex staring at her from the bed, smiling. Veronica smiled back, "You know we have to get ready to go meet Kayce; he's waiting for us downstairs."
Alex didn't mind letting Kayce wait if it meant spending more time in bed with his wife. "We can let him wait a little longer, can't we? We only just got in."
They both knew that was a lie. They had both spent a good amount of time in the room already. "I feel bad making Kayce wait."
Alex fell onto his back, sighing. "I'm sure he's found a guy to entertain himself with."
Veronica put her bikini on the bed beside Alex's naked body. "I'm going to go shower, you better get ready, mister."
Alex smiled and his dick even twitched when Veronica spoke to him in this assertive tone. "Alright, alright." He said, smiling.
Veronica walked to the bathroom, her butt cheeks jiggling with each step as Alex looked on longingly at his wife as she closed the door behind her. She turned the shower on to a nice and comfortable heat, one that poured over your body like a warm blanket. Veronica let the water stream down her chest as she stepped in, warming her skin with every drop. She began to think about Kayce and his presence on this trip. There was a slight feeling of pity that she felt towards Kayce, the sadness he felt over his breakup was something that she had never seen before. The two had been friends since they were teenagers. Veronica had seen almost all of Kayce's relationships, though most of the time, they were simple flings. Yet Kayce never got attached, but now that had changed, and there was a sadness in him that Veronica desperately wanted to stomp out. There was a hope in her that this vacation would set him on a better and more positive track. It would be nice to see him back to his old self again. She thought. Maybe I can wingwoman him like the good old days. The two had been inseparable at that time, however, it didn't start that way. Kayce was an expert at winning male attention. He knew how to make them curious, especially the straight ones. He was just feminine enough to make them question what they really wanted.
When they had met in their first days of college, Veronica had noticed that about him right away. In many ways, it bothered her. She had been jealous of the kind of forbidden attention Kayce would get from boys. Sure, men were interested in Veronica as well, but they looked at her in the same way they looked at any beautiful young woman. The hungry stares, searching for opportunity. Veronica remembered. Kayce, on the other hand, would get stares of a kind of lust that was hard to find. It was a hidden temptation for men who were willing to try new things. It was their first semester of college, and people were always experimenting, taking new drugs, meeting new people... tasting new people. Kayce knew how to use that wanting, that need to feel new things. That's how he pulled them in.
That had not been their only point of contention. Kayce was a messy roommate, and the two often squabbled about tidiness. We fought about anything. Boys, messiness, loud music, everything under the sun. Veronica giggled at the memory.
The tipping point had been a casual Saturday afternoon. Veronica had plans with her boyfriend at the time, Scott. They were to meet and go to one of the frat parties together on campus. Scott had waited in Veronica's room before she would get off work at the bar. That night, she had a particularly late shift, which had made her almost three hours late for the party. By the time Veronica had made it back to the room, it was close to one in the morning. Veronica remembered getting to the door and hearing loud moaning from the room before she opened it. She had already pushed the key into the hole, but as the noise from the other side of the door increased, she stopped herself to listen.
The moans filled her ear as she pressed it to the door. "Oh... Oh! Oh my god! Yes! Yes! Yes! Your cock feels so good in my ass!"
The sound of fapping flesh then proceeded by unintelligible groans, one manly and husky, the other feminine and girlish. Veronica sighed. Great, she thought. Now he's fucking in the dorm. I can't even go into my own goddamn room. More moans began to creep around the door in a muffled sound of fucking. "You're making such a good slut out of me daddy! Please give me more! I want it."
Veronica became frozen by the door. Her initial reaction was to go in and end whatever gay sex was going on in there, but she was halted by an odd feeling that overcame her thoughts. A deep and strange feeling that wanted to listen to more. "Uggghhh fuck. Daddy, oh my god daddyyyyy. Deeper please...."
Veronica kept her ear to the door, her pussy had suddenly become wet and wanting. Why is this turning me on? She wondered. Veronica had never thought of gay sex as an attractive idea. The image of two men laying together now, though, suddenly sparked her interest. Veronica's hand touched the door, the other fell to the panties beneath her skirt. Why did it feel so good to listen? The moaning continued. "Yes, more, more, more! Give it to me. How did we not do this sooner? Please never stop fucking my ass! How did she hide you from me all this time?"
Veronica snapped out of the quick trance she had been put in. No, no. no, he couldn't have. She thought. It can't be. Veronica heard another sexual call. "Yes, yes cum deep in meeeee please Scott!"
Veronica turned the key and opened the door as fast as she could her heart racing. The two inside had no time to respond. The light from the hallway cut through the dark shame of the dorm room. It was plain to see Scott on top of Kayce on her bed. Scott was completely naked, his cock deep inside Kayce's ass as he bent over, legs fully spread in the doggy position. Scott was pulling Kayce's curly hair with one hand and grabbing his throat with the other. Kayce only had his sweater on, his bottom was bare and his cock was hard. Veronica could see the cum dripping out of Kayce's ass, it leaked around her boyfriend's cock and fell onto her bed sheets.
"Scott! Oh my god!" Veronica yelled.
Scott looked back in shock and shame. Between pants, he said, "Veronica, shit! I'm sorry."
Veronica stood there in the doorway, her mouth agape. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her year-long relationship was crashing down right in front of her as she watched Scott plough her roomate's ass. Kayce looked over, his face red from the choking and he couldn't help but smile. "Holy fuck I'm cummingggggg!"
