AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story contains scenes of extramarital and unprotected sex between fictional adults. If it's not your cup of tea, please feel free to move on. Thanks for reading!
MY NIGHT
The next day passed without note; it was the planned day off, and we pursued normal vacation activities, and spent the night together as we had in the past. Sue moved a little gingerly most of the days, eliciting looks from all of us, but to our word, there was no spoken conversation about what had gone on the last two nights, or what would occur in the next two. Everyone relaxed and rested, and the only real tension was the unspoken conversation that we all held in our heads. At least I think we all did. I know I did. Memories of Sue's face as she got DP'd by me and Mike kept appearing. Her face covered in his semen as she took my load in her mouth, her dirty, filthy sex-talking mouth. Wild imaginings of what might have happened on Mike's night. And of course, what I had planned for my night.
The next morning and afternoon passed as the day off had, just hanging and relaxing. Marybeth had added to my list of things to do. As the afternoon hit, I started to get antsy, like a kid waiting for Christmas morning. It started to show around two, and everyone began snickering good-naturedly at my anticipation. At three o'clock I excused myself, gave a note to Sue and one to Marybeth, and went to shower and prepare.
At four I was in our room, in dress pants and shirt. Sue brought Marybeth from Marybeth's room, where they had gotten ready. They looked fabulous, in elegant skirts and blouses, hair and makeup done as though going out to dinner. I poured glasses of champagne, our one cocktail for the day, and we chatted as friends, all the while passing smoldering looks at each other. The ladies sat next to each other, while I reclined on the bed. Finally, drink finished, I took their glasses, and sat on the edge of the bed, facing them. I asked them to stand. I looked them over, drinking in the vision of these two hot women who were about to fulfill some of my most exciting dreams. Using the remote, I started the stereo, a soft romantic love song.
"Dance," I told them, "not dirty. A slow dance, sexy." I remembered my rule contribution, 'no saying no', and thought myself a genius.
They turned to each other and embraced. I'd seen them dance together many times, when Mike and I needed a break or were getting drinks, and they didn't want to rest. But always the pop dance tunes, and I'd often imagined them slipping into each other's arms, like lovers, swaying to a slow tune, each matching the others rhythm. And they did not disappoint tonight, holding each other, heads on shoulders, hands lightly caressing backs and arms. Sue only came up to Marybeth's neck, and planted light kisses there. That's hot, my dick told me. Marybeth made the first overt move, dropping her hand as they turned, cupping Sue's ass. As the song ended, they kissed, lightly, lips only, but a long, tender one, eyes closed. They held each other and waited for me.
"Sue," said, "stand behind Marybeth. A little to the side, so I can see you." Sue moved as instructed. "I want you to undress Marybeth. Take your time, do it slowly, take the time to appreciate her as you expose her to us."
Marybeth's eyes burned into mine as Sue's hands slid from Marybeth's waist up to her shoulders, caressing, gliding delicately over her breasts, and finally to her neck, her fingers touching lightly; the tendons, the muscles, the collarbone. Then to her shirt, undoing the buttons one at a time, a hand slipping inside the open shirt to cup a breast; an exposed shoulder, a shirttail pulled out, a smooth belly, a lace bra. Down her arms, stroking, raising gooseflesh as her nails stroked the skin on the back of Marybeth's arms, all the while Marybeth's eyes riveted on mine, watching me watch her. Sue bent down then, removing Marybeth's shoes, supporting her as she stepped down out of the three-inch heel, then stroking her bare legs to where her skirt began. Standing again, I could now see Sue's face over Marybeth's shoulder, and she kissed the skin there, moving slowly to Marybeth's neck, lingering in the soft place between neck and shoulder.
I almost didn't recognize Sue, having never suspected that she was capable of physically appreciating another woman's body. This wasn't the hyper-slut I'd met two nights ago, nor the horny, self-confident woman I have known and regularly had sex with. This wasn't even the tender, loving sensuous woman I often made love to. She was showing me another facet to a woman I thought I knew before. I was not complaining.
As she pulled back from the kiss, Marybeth's bra became loose, and fell forward, exposing her beautiful full breasts and brown nipples. Sue's hands slipped it down her arms, and then returned up, to cup and heft her ample mounds, her thumbs flicking across the nipples, raising them from the tiny dark ring surrounding them. Marybeth reacted slightly, but never removed her eyes from mine. Sue's hands lingered at Marybeth's breast. Stroking the sides, pinching the nipples, before dropping to her sides, resting on her hips, reaching around to stroke under her ribs, her stomach, to the waistband of her skirt. They paused there, hesitant, then moved down, pressing down the front of the skirt, separating, following the line of each leg to mid thigh, then slowly moving together, bunching the skirt between Marybeth's legs. And then moving hesitantly up, pressed to the insides of her thigh, to where they met her hips, and lingering, finger moving, pressing into the flesh beneath two layers of clothing. Finally they moved away, to disappear behind her, and the skirt loosened, and Sue's hands guided it over Marybeth's hips, leaving her standing in a pair of lace panties, tiny and feminine. I looked at Marybeth, and she looked at me, and then her eyes darted to the tent in my pants, and back to my eyes, smiling now.
