Cohen Xavier couldn't believe his luck. It was only his second day at the Soleil Magenta Singles Resort, and he'd been propositioned by a gorgeous blonde in her early thirties named Krissi. She was tall and slender, with deep blue eyes and full, shining lips. He watched her backside sway beneath her emerald green dress as she clopped away in tall white heels. The fact that she was out of his league registered only in the deepest recesses of his conscience—along with the fact that she didn't bother hiding her wedding rings.
Dropping twenty dollars on the bar, he stood and pulled his jacket off the back of the bar chair. He had an hour before eight o'clock, when he was supposed to meet her in her room. A shower and a change of clothes were in order. She was gorgeous, and he wanted to give no less than a stellar performance.
Glancing to the back of the lounge, her long blonde hair caught his eye. She sat with a man and another woman, who he presumed to be a couple. Krissi caught him looking and smiled, gesturing him over. Cohen figured it was best not to disappoint her, so he obliged.
"This is him," she bubbled as he approached. "Sit for a sec, handsome."
Cohen sat and extended his hand to the man of perhaps forty years. "I'm Cohen," he offered.
"Garret," answered the man. "I'm Krissi's husband."
"Whuh-what? Oh no...no. I don't need this."
"Relax," insisted Garret. "This must be your first time here."
"Maybe, but I don't need to get in the middle of—"
"You saw her rings, I'm sure."
"W-well, yeah," he stuttered. "B-but I-I—"
"Chill out," sassed Krissi. "Garret isn't gonna butt in. He's gonna be with Tina."
The red-haired woman grasped Garret's hand and offered a shy smile. She was perhaps a few years older than Krissi and almost as stunning. Garret put an arm around Tina and explained, "It's a deal Krissi and I made before we got married. We met here at Soleil Magenta. Every year, we come back for a week and allow each other one fling...one night only. It keeps us honest the rest of the year."
"You cheat to stay honest?"
"It makes sense if you think about it," answered Krissi, rubbing his thigh.
Blood rushed to Cohen's groin as he peered at her smiling lips. They would soon be wrapping around some lucky man's cock, he realized. It may as well be his.
Garret leaned toward him. "Tina and I will be in a room on the west side," he explained. "We do our own thing, separate and apart. You have my blessing to show Krissi a good time, but I don't want to know about it. If that's not good enough, I'm sure she can find someone else."
"No," agreed Cohen, standing up. "When you put it that way. I guess I should thank you." Turning to Krissi he promised, "See you at eight."
Heading for the lobby, Cohen heard the clopping of Krissi's shoes behind him. He stopped as she caught up and handed him a folded paper. "Just a change of venue," she peeped playfully. "I got a bigger room."
"A bigger room?" he asked. "Why?"
"You'll see," she teased. "See you at eight."
Cohen was prompt. His cheeks flushed with warmth as he rapped on the door. He gasped as Krissi answered in a sheer, white satin nightgown hemmed at mid-thigh. "Follow me," she sang, strutting barefoot on the plush red and gold carpet into the living area.
His pulse pounded as he rushed to catch up, but rounding the corner, he stopped dead in his tracks as a bolt of shock shot through him. It was suddenly more than evident why Krissi had gotten a bigger room. Sitting on the white sofas and chairs around the posh suite were no less than a dozen beefy men, wearing only white cotton pants. Some were black, some white, and others Milano, but all were young and ripped. "Dare I ask?" he inquired.
"It's a bit easier for a girl to round up a play date," she admitted, bending one knee in a playful pose. "Ross is with security. He got me the room. I met Darren and Cyrus last night at a volleyball game, Josh, Hector, and Tyrell work at the hotel. Everyone else is one of their friends...except for Jake."
"Drake," retorted the young man.
"Whatever," she jested. "I met him on the way up."
"So you just invited me to parade in front of your husband."
"Kinda," she confessed, tossing him a pair of loose-fitting bottoms. "But you're welcome to stay. I'll be busy, but I'll find time for you."
"I guess I can free up my schedule," he quipped, finding a seat as five of the men stepped forward.
Cohen held his breath as she dropped her nightgown, revealing firm, ample breasts. Her waist cambered to a delightful re-curve over her hips, between which sat the bump of her firm tummy, adorned by the pea-size pit of her navel. She smiled and hooked her thumbs beneath her panties. The five gathered around her as she tugged the dainty garment over her thighs and stepped out of it. A well-trimmed triangle of golden scruff marked her pubic crown, wedged in the confluence of her fit pelvis and the tops of her long, lanky legs.
Krissi knelt and sat back on her heels as the men dropped their pants. She dunked over the meaty shaft in the middle, stroking the ones on either side with each hand. Cohen fought to keep his hand off his own crotch as he watched her full, blonde mane dance before the men's laps. His raging hard-on stood in his thin cotton pants like a warm steel pipe.
Men surrounded the bed as Krissi climbed onto the mattress on her hands and knees, bobbing over Darren's bone-hard offering while Hector thrust in and out of her from behind. Twisting to the left, she lolled her tongue over Drake's throbbing bulb as she stroked Ross. As she turned her attention to Darren again, he let out a groan. His meat thumped between her lips, then pulsed along its underside as he bellowed. Krissi hummed, swallowed, and hummed again as Hector pressed his pelvis against her buttocks and locked his hips.
Cohen vied for position, but ten minutes later, he was still a spectator. Pearly ribbons dripped from Krissi's seed-laden inners, soaking the sheets beneath her oozing crevice. Her lips glowed with mixed lineage as one chiseled cock after another heaved its viscous brew between them.
The scent of male pheromones filled the air as Krissi straddled Tyrell, facing away from him. She dropped her living sheath over his brazen turret, leaving only his balls dangling beneath her cum-laden slit. A glistening glaze coated the dark skin of his staff as she rose. It dribbled over Tyrell's sac, but her golden scruff wiped it off as she dropped again and ground her hips.
Josh and some other guy stood on the bed to each side of her. She turned her head from side to side—alternating dunks and bobs over their stiff rods. To her right, Josh groaned as she licked his knob. Pearly jets splashed off her lips, running over her chin and dripping onto her breasts and tummy in shimmering streams.
Looking down over her striped torso, Krissi cupped Tyrell's swollen sac and kneaded it with her fingers. Tyrell grasped her waist and held her down over his pelvis. He let out a wail as his hilt twitched in rhythmic ripples and the outline of his balls became visible. His spent jewels dropped low as the transfer completed.
Cohen gaped at her labia, wrapping the dark girth between them so as to seal the inseminating produce in her depths. He pictured the billions of sperm teeming inside her—swimming madly alongside rivals of a half dozen pedigrees in competition to breach her cervix and amalgamate.
With an emboldening grunt, Cohen pushed his way to the edge of the bed as Krissi rolled onto her back and spread wide for a beefy, bronze-skinned hunk. The youthful man held her ankles in his hands, arms outstretched as his beefy piston reamed the tissues of her pelvic playground. She peeped to the cadence of his balls slapping against her buttocks. Her legs rocked back and forth as his hips smacked the backs of her thighs. Raising his chin, he growled a hardy groan as he added his pedigree to the pool of proteins in her carnal cavity.
As Curtis started to climb on the bed, Cohen grabbed his arm. "Wait, dammit," he insisted.
"I aint had her either," snapped Curtis. "She can take both of us."
"I said wait!" he snapped, kneeling beside her. "Everyone's going at her, but no one's pleased her. Just give me a minute."
A strong hand grabbed Cohen's shoulder from behind. "Share or move," urged a deep male voice.
A warm flush of confidence washed over him as he grasped the beefy paw and pushed it off. "I mean it," he warned. "Back off. No one even bothered to try making her come. Everyone just chill for a minute."
