THE HONEYMOON SUITE
Fifteen years of marriage, and Jason still couldn't keep his eyes off Rachel.
She stood at the edge of their private balcony in nothing but a satin robe, the snowy mountain air kissing her thighs. Her red hair spilled over her shoulders, and those perky, perfect tits--still so tight and high they defied gravity--pressed against the silk like they were trying to break free.
No kids. No stress. Just two bodies that still wanted.
Jason leaned against the doorframe, black beard thick, his shaved head gleaming under the moonlight. His body was solid--cut chest, strong arms, and a cock that hung heavy between his legs, already stiffening at the sight of her. Nine inches long. Thick as a beer can. And hers. Always had been.
But this weekend? They wanted more.
They had packed toys, oils, and--most importantly--two "Sex in a Square" gummies. Edibles that didn't just get you high. They lit your whole body up. Turned your skin into a sex organ. Dropped you into the kind of heat that didn't ask permission.
Except... Rachel couldn't find hers.
"Dammit," she said, rummaging through her bag. "I had it right here."
Jason checked the clock. "I saw a vape shop in town. Want me to go grab another?"
Rachel bit her lip. "You'd really go?"
He smirked. "I want us to get everything out of this weekend."
She kissed him hard, robe brushing his bare chest. "Be quick. I want you inside me the second it kicks in."
He threw on his boots and coat and headed out--unaware of how fast the storm was moving.
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THE VAPE SHOP
Lexi was trouble in leggings.
Mixed-race, early 30s, inked up from neck to wrist with pierced nipples showing through a threadbare crop top. Her body was a walking invitation--tight stomach, juicy hips, breasts that didn't know how to behave.
"Sex in a Square?" she said, one brow arched as Jason stepped into the shop. "Now that's a man with a mission."
He gave a short laugh. "Yeah. Anniversary trip. My wife misplaced hers."
Lexi reached behind the counter and pulled out a small tin. "You're lucky. This is my private stash."
Jason noticed the photo behind her: Lexi, smiling beside a tall, intense-looking Black man in a coach's jacket.
She caught him looking. "My ex-husband. Coach Miles. He's upstairs at the lodge with his semi-pro basketball team. Whole crew's snowed in."
"Small world."
Lexi nodded slowly. "Bigger than you think."
The lights flickered. Wind howled. A snow alert lit up on Jason's phone.
Lexi checked her window. "Road's closed, baby. You're stuck here."
Jason didn't mind. Not when Lexi lit a joint, kicked up her feet, and spread those thighs just enough for him to see the metal glinting on her pierced clit.
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THE SUITE: 30 MINUTES LATER
Rachel found the gummy.
Tucked in her robe pocket. Stupid, sexy mistake.
She popped it on instinct--wanting Jason to come back to a dripping, ready wife.
But the drug moved fast. Ten minutes in, her skin was on fire. Her nipples ached. Her pussy was soaked, swollen, desperate.
She texted Jason. No bars. Looked out the window--whiteout.
Trapped. Alone. Burning.
She slipped into her robe, naked underneath, and rode the elevator to the bar.
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THE BAR
The team was already there.
Twelve men. All in their 20s. Some shirtless, all cocky. The air was thick with testosterone and blizzard panic. Their season rule--no sex until playoffs--had their cocks pent-up and angry.
And then Rachel walked in.
Hair wild, cheeks flushed, silk clinging to every curve. Her nipples hard. Her thighs slick.
They noticed. Fast.
She sat at the bar. One of them--a six-foot-seven guard with gold chains and a smooth voice--offered her a drink.
"You staying here?" he asked.
She nodded. "Anniversary weekend."
"Your man here?"
She sipped. "Not at the moment."
They played pool. Took turns buying her drinks. Let their hands linger too long on her back, her wrist, her thigh.
The gummy was roaring through her now. She was smiling too wide. Breathing too fast. Wet--soaked--beneath her robe.
One leaned in. "You ever been with someone our age?"
She smiled. "Not yet."
They took her upstairs.
