“Oh, you know it,” I said, winking as I walked in the bathroom to change.
We walked to the elevator hand in hand, the silence between us comfortable and normal. Austin fiddled with his jacket and tie, and I turned him towards me, straightening his clothes and kissing him on the cheek. He seemed like he was nervous, but as soon as we arrived and sat down, he loosened up quite a bit. I ordered couple of bottles of wine and poured us both a glass, smiling and chatting about the restaurant while we waited for everyone else to arrive. It was a beautiful place, with high, vaulted ceilings, floor-to-ceiling windows with views of the snow and mountains, and low lighting, accented by the candles lit on each covered table.
Amber and Matt were the first couple to make it to dinner, and I chuckled to myself at the fact that Amber’s face was still flushed in embarrassment from earlier. I hoped, however, that she didn’t say anything about it since it would throw Austin off, wondering why we would be okay with walking in on them during sex. I was pretty sure she would stay quiet since she and I were in the same position, married to men that knew little to nothing about our past escapades when we lived together.
Still, Amber had always been the girl in our group that opened up so easily. She had been carefree and eager to jump right into anything we threw at her, never once showing an ounce of embarrassment. We had spent entire weekends naked, fucking, and lounging around our apartment like it was some sort of brothel. I had watched her open right up to Jason as soon as he walked in the room, letting him fuck her right there on the living room floor for all of us to watch. Now, though, she was sitting red-faced in a chair next to her hunky as hell husband, and I was starting to worry she would be the hardest nut to crack.
I had a really hard time believing that marriage had changed Amber so much, but at the same time, marriage had changed all of us in one way or another. The only ones that seemed to still be up to their old ways were Kristin and Jason, and that didn’t surprise me in the least. The two of them walked through the doorway as soon as I thought about them, and Kristin’s hair was a mess, her face was flushed, and she had a quirky little smile on her face. It was obvious there wasn’t any embarrassment in her look, and I shook my head, wondering if they had actually snuck off to fuck right before dinner. Knowing Kristin, they probably had, since she had been almost insatiable when it came to her sexual appetite for as long as I could remember. Jason had been the same way, and when Amber and I were worn out completely, you could hear Kristin screaming in the back room as she and Jason retreated to continue on with their antics. I often wondered how she didn’t walk around looking like she rode a horse all the time.
Jason was a whole other story. He was like this sexual force to be reckoned with, and the only man that I had ever known that could go multiple times in a row without anything more than a five-minute break in between. There was one year that Amber and Kristin had gone to Kristin’s parents for a visit, and Jason and I had fucked so many times that I couldn’t even keep track of them all. I was pretty sure I didn’t wear clothes for more than a few minutes the entire time they were gone. He was like the Energizer Bunny of sex, and I wondered if I would ever get the chance to experience that vigor again. I would love to be spread out across the bed for hours, just getting railed over and over again with his huge cock, with Austin there with me, of course. Sex with Jason was the only time I had ever gotten to experience the wonder and exhaustion of rolling orgasms, something I didn’t even know existed until I met him. There were times I came so much, I couldn’t tell the difference between one orgasm and another.
“Leave it to you two to always be the last to arrive,” I said, smiling at Kristin and Jason.
“There were things that needed tending to after such a long trip.” Kristin giggled.
“Yep, got that all cleared up,” Jason replied.
“Besides, I am pretty sure we were all late every time we had to be somewhere,” Kristin replied. “It never failed that there was a wardrobe mishap or something along those lines.”
I glanced over at Amber, who was blushing and turned away from her husband, not wanting him to know why we really were always late to events. It never failed that as soon as we started to change, something would happen between two of us, and the whole preparation would stop, leading to some extremely hot and heavy sex. I could distinctly remember once, when we were pressed for time, us three girls bent over the couch and just let Jason fuck us until he came. He liked that one, getting to feel us all at the same time. I knew with that memory, that if I didn’t get us all in one room, it was going to be a really long, frustrating vacation.
Chapter 4
Austin
“That was the weekend where you needed like eight socks on the bedroom door.” Kristin burst out laughing, talking about old college antics with everyone.
The waiter came by and cleared another bottle of wine from the table. The alcohol was feverishly flowing, as usual, and I was glad that Jessica was finally loosening up for the first time this vacation. She seemed almost pent up or anxious when we made our way here, but the sound of her laughter and the sharing of knowing looks with her friends made me happy that we had come, even though it took a lot to get off work. When I had met Jessica, I was absolutely blown away by how beautiful she was. I could still remember her bright red hair and striking green eyes, glimmering in the light from the windows of the bar as she walked through with her friends. Her cheeks were rosy red, and her freckles peppered the skin across her nose. When she laughed, she had the most beautiful smile and intoxicating giggle. I knew I was done for as soon as I laid eyes on her.
When we started dating and getting to know one another, I was in shock and awe at how smart, capable, and passionate she was. It was pretty rare those days to find a woman that beautiful that was also capable of holding a conversation, but Jessica was that girl. She had everything and was so ambitious that I knew she would never let herself fail at anything, something I came to understand was both a good and bad trait in her. Either way, it didn’t take me long to know that I was going to make her my wife.
In college, I knew immediately that her friends were her life, and sometimes, it almost seemed as if their bond was a bit too much. I had never seen friends as close, caring, and personally involved in someone’s life before, and because of that, there was a level of jealousy that came along with dating Jessica. It was strange for me to feel jealous of her girlfriends, but Jason was another story. He always seemed to get right under my skin when it came to how he acted toward Jessica, something she told me was nothing for me to worry about. Even then, in the middle of the conversation, it was irritating me the way he was looking at my wife. I needed to calm down, though. There was no reason to get myself all upset over nothing. I breathed out and took a drink of my wine, trying to ignore how racy the conversation had gotten.
Jessica put her arm in the air and motioned to the waiter that she wanted another bottle of wine. I reached up, pulled her hand into my lap, and leaned in close to her. Between the wine and the smell of her perfume, I was feeling intoxicated by her presence. Since our lives were so busy, it wasn’t often that I found myself in a situation with my wife that I could feel free to have those feelings. Instantly, I hoped that dinner was going to be over and that we could head back upstairs soon. The excitement of the evening had traveled down to my pants, and my patience was dwindling.
“I’d like to spend some time alone with you tonight, but if you keep drinking, you are going to pass out and miss out on all the fun,” I whispered.
She snapped her head toward me with that beautiful and alluring smile I had been longing for. My heart fluttered in my chest, the same way my dick was twitching in my pants, especially with the feeling of her hand on my thigh. Slowly, she started to move her hand up my thigh and toward my package, making more than just my cock stiff. My shoulders froze, and my breath held, feeling her that close to me out in public. Jessica had been trying desperately to spice things up in our sex life, feeling that neither of us put a lot of effort in keeping it exciting in the bedroom. However, her groping my cock in public made me a little more than nervous. I had an actual, high-profile job and handled international affairs for the government. I was required to maintain a strict moral code and an impeccable personal life, which meant I couldn’t be seen doing anything like what was about to happen. The last thing I needed was for someone to find my wife jacking me off under the dinner table. It would not be a pleasant meeting when I sat down with the Joint Chiefs and the President to discuss the most recent contract with Japan for technologically superior war machines.
“We don’t ever do anything like that,” Jessica said, moving her hand u
p and squeezing my cock. “Austin has to be perfect everywhere, or the White House will have his ass.”
I smiled and shifted in my chair, taking her hand and putting it back in her lap. It wasn’t that the thought of her jerking me off right here in this restaurant wasn’t arousing, but it was undeniably too dangerous. People knew who I was, especially the type of people that frequented fine-dining restaurants like the one we were in. She frowned at me and turned back to her friends, continuing the conversation. I looked over my shoulder at the waiter and nodded at him, handing him my black card. When he returned, I signed the receipt and tipped him generously, thanking him for an excellent dinner. I stood up and pulled Jessica up with me, placing my napkin on the table and stretching.
“I hate to cut it short, but I am taking my beautiful wife back to the room to get some sleep so that we can hit the slopes early,” I said.
“Is that a new kind of code?” Kristin laughed.
“I hope so.” Jessica giggled, slightly intoxicated from the wine.
We said our goodbyes and then headed toward the elevator, Jessica clinging tightly to me as she wobbled in her six-inch heels across the marble floors. I didn’t mind having her that close at all, and by the time the elevator doors were closed, she was standing in front of me, rubbing her ass up and down my growing cock. I pulled her into me by the waist and pushed my hips forward, showing her exactly what I was thinking about. She moaned softly, rotating her ass in circles, feeling my shaft jamming into her ass cheeks. We stumbled laughing to the suite and went inside, shutting the door and immediately dropping our things on the floor.
Jessica wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately as I picked her up with one arm and made my way back to the bedroom. When I set her down, she smirked and bit her lip, pulling the straps of her dress over her shoulders and letting her dress fall to the floor, revealing to me that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Her tits were perfect, bouncing slightly as she stepped out of her clothes and tossed them to the side. I pulled off my tie and threw my jacket to the side, frantically untucking my shirt and watching as she slid up on the bed and spread her legs wide. By the time I was done pulling the rest of my clothes off, she was rubbing her pussy, staring deeply into my eyes.
I crawled toward her across the bed and laid down on my stomach, hooking her legs over my shoulders and pushing my face down in her sweet, warm pussy. She moaned loudly as my tongue swiped up through her folds, tasting every inch of her before lingering at her pulsing clit. I sucked it into my mouth and nibbled lightly on it, immediately starting to finger her. She really liked it when I fucked her with my fingers, getting her good and wet before pounding my cock inside of her. I started out strong with three fingers, and I pushed them deep inside while rubbing my tongue down on her nub. She screamed out, grabbing my head with her hands and swirling her hips against my mouth. I knew it wasn’t going to take long before she exploded, and I wanted desperately to taste her flowing juices.
My face bared down on her pussy, and I fingered her vigorously, listening to the screams echoing through the room. Her legs began to tighten around my head, and I knew she was on the verge of orgasm. My tongue flicked wildly against her clit, and she threw her head back, arching her chest and shaking as she came hard into my mouth. I groaned seductively as her juices spilled out and down my hand as my tongue lapped at her. Now, I wanted my cock wrapped up in her body. When her muscles had relaxed, I turned over on my back and pulled on her.