I awoke to the sun's rays hitting me through the sheer green curtains of my room. Fully rested thanks to the comforts of a well-sprung mattress tucked under crisp white sheets. I thought to myself, "what a wild and very vivid dream I had. I Don't even remember how I got into bed?" Everything was much a confusing blur of reality, with many questions, thoughts of guilt, with brief answers on what happened the night before. How would I face Kayla, knowing I had fantasies about an orgy with her closest friends? Why would I have dreamt such a thing?
What was real was the morning boner tenting up in front of me, with the all so reminiscent feeling of the dream I had. Patting the surrounding bed, I noticed it was void of my wife, Kayla. Wondering where she could be, I crawled out of bed then, tucking my boner inside the first jersey shorts to hand, stepped out of my room to find the birthday girl.
My answers and the truth came to me at once as I stopped at Rahul and Reema's room, which was the closest to ours. The familiar sounds of sex imitated through the slightly jarred door. Curiosity caught hold of me and I quietly pushed the door further open.
Peeping through the enlarged slit, my eyes bulged as it locked onto Reema, angled over the right side of their king-size bed, getting her ass smashed in by none other than Sanja! Additionally. On the left side of the same bed was Rahul, who was rampantly fucking Seema's ass. The sisters, hands locked in a grasp together, heads shaking and bobbing, were moaning into the sheets as their in-laws tore into their anus.
Yesterday definitely was not a dream.
"Oh my god, guys! Oh my god! Ohhh mmmyyyyy god! Yes, shit! Yes!" came from the room opposite. Opening the door, I gazed upon the sight of Anthony and Parin in bed, under the covers, with Veena laying in the middle of the two. Veena was clearly getting double penetrated as she hugged Anthony tight. The silhouette of her short leg rested on his, Parin tucked in behind her, as the curvature of the men's asses moved vigorously. Veena screams wildly throughout, moving her head back and forth to kiss each of them to help stifle her screams.
Closing the door, I moved onto the next room. To my disappointment, this room was empty, void of human life, duvet and sheets perfectly straightened as though not slept in.
A choir of moans was bellowing through the door of the next room opposite. Peering into the room, there were Bobby and Vish, flat on their backs with the backs of three wives, facing the wall, aloft. Bobby was greedily munching on Priya, who sat grinding her pussy on his face. Bobby darted his tongue out to lick her clit any chance he got. Amanda was behind Priya, her hands resting on Priya's shoulders, bouncing on his cock. As she did, I could see the white cream coming off her lips as Bobby's cock slid in and out of the pink flesh.
Beside them sat Kayla on Vish, never pulling out. Her big ass rolled as she manipulated her hips in a circular motion, groaning as Vish's rod swirled inside her inner sanctum.
By now my cock was raging with euphoria, and I was about to join that party.
That was until the clattering of plates coming from the kitchen below climbed the stairs and into the hallway. I was trying to calculate who was missing from all the rooms, but I couldn't focus. All the moans, groans, grunts, and screams coming from the rooms were a distraction. I had to see who it actually was.
The sounds of sex lowering as I descended towards the kitchen. My head clears as I reach the large arched entrance to a lemon walled kitchen with accents of aqua and blue tiles around its frame and coves. Free of distraction, I conclude who I should find. My deduction was right as I approached Beth, who was casually washing the dishes from yesterday. She would pause occasionally to gaze out the window, which streamed out onto a patio, then onto the lawn where this all started. Beth was wearing an open waffle bath robe. The belt hung lazily on either side as the ends rested on the tiled floor.
I closed the gap behind her, my hands rounded her waist, embracing Beth like a husband to his wife. She did not flinch or make any protest as my chocolate brown hands split directions to explore her pale white body. I looked into the glass window panel to see the reflection of my wandering hands. As one brushed over Beth's nicely trimmed pubic hairs to part her moistening lips, the other was cupping, twisting and pinching her breast and dark pink nipples.
