Chapter 4 – Head First Into the Deep End!

The main pool area was crowded but we were able to find a couple of loungers next to each other. By now it was later in the afternoon so the tanning was not ideal but it was still nice and warm with a gentle breeze blowing in off the ocean. Amy shed her sheer coverup before she sat down and reclined. We people-watched and made quiet comments about the guests as they moved around or enjoyed the facilities. Every so often one or the other of us would point out a guest or a couple who attracted our attention.

I was a vibrating bundle of nerves as I began to second-guess my decision to take advantage of any opportunities that might come up but I steeled myself and resolved that whatever happened, there would be no regrets.

“I’m going to take a walk around,” Amy said. She didn’t bother putting on her coverup and I watched the perfect globes of her ass as she walked away from me. Every so often she would stop and turn one way or another and I caught a glimpse of her breasts with the tiny triangle of shimmering blue fabric covering her nipples and little else. “She might as well be naked,” I thought, which both aroused and terrified me at the same time.

She took a slow loop around the pool, her gaze being captured by a lithe woman or a hunky man. My view was blocked as she disappeared being the low building that housed the seafood restaurant and the swim-up bar. When she reappeared, she was pushing her sunglasses back up her nose and wiggling her fingers at someone. Having advertised her wares, she made her way slowly back to her place beside me.

“See anything interesting?” I asked, half afraid of the answer.

“A few things,” she replied. She pointed to our right. “There’s a small hot tub over there but it’s pretty crowded and lots of people are just sitting around waiting for their chance to get in.”

“Who were you talking to?” I asked.

“Greg and Kelly.” They were just on their way back up to their room to shower and change for dinner. They’re going to the Italian restaurant, Portofino, I think Greg called it. They invited us to join them for dinner.”

“That sounds nice,” I said. “Did they say what time?”

“You don’t need reservations so they asked if we wanted to meet them at about 7:00.” She reached over and held my hand. “Is it weird that I’m getting turned on by the idea of you and Kelly doing it?” Despite having only been a couple for a few months and being married for a few days, she knew her husband well. After all, she had lost her virginity and been married to his identical twin and she could read them both like a book. She knew that if there was any chance for them to hook up with another couple, she had to make him think it was in his best interests.

I closed my eyes and tried to picture Kelly and me, naked and superimposed. The thought aroused me and terrified me but as often happens, arousal started taking over. Maybe something to do with diminished oxygen to my brain due to all my excess blood being in my cock.

“And what would you be doing while Kelly and I were doing it?” I asked.

“Watching,” she said. “Or maybe sitting in Greg’s arms and kissing him while we both watched you.” She didn’t go the extra step, preferring to let her husband make that mental leap.

“Do you want to be with him?” I asked. I hadn’t wanted to ask that question but my fear wouldn’t let me not ask it.

“Full disclosure?” I nodded at her. “Yes, George, I do. I want to be with both of them, I want us both to. I don’t want to run off and have sex with a man I don’t know by myself, I want to share this with you. I think it could be good for both of us.”

“Oh, how so?” I asked.

“Whenever you and I make love, it’s just that, we make love. Sometimes it’s soft and tender and sometimes it's raw and animalistic, but it’s always about our love for each other. I think we would benefit from some sex just for the sake of having sex.” She reached out and held my hand. “I have only ever been with two men, you and your brother. I’ve only ever made love. Sure, we’ve done a lot of different things and I’ve loved every second of it! But I think that if we were with other people, it would make us realize that what we have is rare and unique and would make our reunions and our love life all the better.”

“It might surprise you to hear this but I agree with you. I wish I didn’t have this hang-up about sharing you and I’m trying very hard to overcome it.” I brought her hand to my lips and I kissed it. “This is going to happen, maybe not tonight, but before we get back on that plane, it will happen. I will put my fear aside and make that leap. Not just for you but for both of us!”

A tear dripped from the corner of her eye and she smiled at me. “You are amazing! Every day I think no one could love me any more than you do right here and now and every day you show me that you love me more!” She wiped away the tear. “I wish that I could love you as much as you love me!”

“I believe that you do, Amy. There is no way to quantify or measure how much one person loves another, you just love them completely with every bit of yourself. We both do that, I really do! I had always thought that once two people got married and settled down, the adventure was over. Now I can see it’s only just begun!”

She leapt from her chair and moved on top of me, smothering me with kisses. She looked into my eyes and said, “Let’s go get ready for dinner!”

“It’s only 4:00, dinner isn’t until seven,” I said. “We have plenty of time.”

“We’re going to need all that time!” she whispered. We got up, collected our things, and made our way back to our room. We held hands and gazed at each other like the newlyweds we were, bumping into a few people and objects along the way. As we waited for the elevator another couple came up to us. “I love your swimsuit! Newlyweds?” the woman asked. Amy said we were. “Us too!” she said. “We’re trying to make our honeymoon unforgettable, how about you?”

“We were just talking about that,” Amy said.

“Maybe we can make both our honeymoons unforgettable,” the woman said. “Maybe after dinner, you come and have a drink with us.!” She leaned over and kissed Amy softly.

“Can’t tonight, we have plans,” Amy said.

“Too bad,” she said. “Tomorrow’s another day!” The woman touched her fingertips to her lips and reached over to place them on mine and then they walked away, presumably to look for their next conquest.

The elevator arrived and when the door closed, Amy gasped, “I am so fucking wet right now!” She grabbed my hand and forced it between her thighs She wasn’t lying, the tiny triangle over her pussy was soaked and her thighs were slick. The elevator opened and she dragged me to our room. As soon as the door closed behind us she dropped to her knees, tore down my thong and sucked me into her mouth.

Once I was fully hard, which didn’t take long, she got up on the bed on all fours and turned her head to look at me. “Fuck me, George! Don’t love me, fuck me! Fuck me hard!” And like a good husband, I did exactly what my wife asked me to do.

As we lay together in the afterglow, the aftermath might be a better way to put it, she took my hand and rolled onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow. “My God, I needed that! Wasn’t that fun!”

“Of course it was!” I said.

“Did you feel like you were making love to me? Or were you just concerned about your own satisfaction?”

“Maybe a little but mostly for my own satisfaction,” I conceded.

You see, that’s what I’m talking about! Raw, uninhibited, animal sex. Satisfying only your own pleasure and letting your partner worry about theirs. Do you think I enjoyed it?”

“Obviously!” I said, pointing to the large wet stain on the bedspread.

“There you go! You got what you wanted, I got what I wanted!”

“Amy, relax, you’ve sold me! I just hope I don’t seize up and chicken out!”

“George Patrick O’Brien, you are many things. A wonderful husband, a kind and caring father, a hard worker, and the best lover any woman could ask for. One thing you are not is a chicken!”

“If I’m such a great lover, why do you need more?” I asked.

“I don’t need more,” she replied. “But I want more. Making love is about fulfilling needs. Raw sex is about fulfilling wants!”

“I never looked at it that way but I suppose you are right. But here’s the thing, you want this which means that I need it. For both of us.”

She rolled back on top of me and kissed me, “Oh, Baby! We are going to have so much fun!”

We showered together, avoiding another round of hot wet sex, and then dried off. Amy sat naked as she dried and brushed her hair, folding and twisting it into a French braid that she knew I loved. Then she applied her makeup, using a little more than she usually did but to great effect. She applied some scent to her fingers, dabbing a little on her neck on either side, then between her breasts and lastly, after touching her fingertip on the opening of the little clear bottle, trailing her finger from just below her belly button all the way down to just above her clit. Then she went to the closet where she’d hung our clothes so the wrinkles would fall out.

“I bought this special, just in case,” she said. It was royal blue, almost the same colour as the bikini she’d bought. Between it and her makeup, her eyes shone, the blue in her irises capturing my attention immediately, as I was certain it would to anyone who saw her. She stepped into it, pulling it up and fitting her breasts into the shaped cups in the front. It was like she was wearing a bra as it pushed them together and up, enhancing her cleavage just a little She slipped it over her shoulders and turned around, “Tie me up?” she giggled and I pulled on the laces that extended from halfway down her back to the top of the dress. “A little tighter, please!” she purred as he looked over her shoulder and winked.

I tugged the laces a little tighter and took my time to tie a perfect bow at the top. “I leaned forward and kissed her neck from behind inhaling deeply. Our eyes caught in the mirror, “You look fantastic! And I love your perfume!”

“Thank you my darling!” she said as she turned and kissed me. I noticed her lips were still bare. “No lipstick?” I asked.

“Do I need it?” she asked.

“No, it’s just you took such care putting on your makeup and you always wear lipstick when you make your face up, I just assumed you’d wear some tonight.”

“I don’t wear lipstick much anymore, it comes off too easy when you're eating or drinking or kissing.” She reached down and fondled me, “Or sucking cock!” My manhood twitched in her hand. “You do want to watch me sucking another man’s cock, don’t you? You might try to deny it but the proof is right here in my hand!” She kissed me briefly, turned and walked back to the desk where she’d set up her makeup bag. I watched as she drew a red line along the edges of her lips, waiting for it to dry before applying another coat over the first. Then she took a slightly lighter shade and filled in the rest, again applying two coats. The whole process took nearly ten minutes but when she was done, the look was amazing.

She checked the clock, 6:45, “Just one more thing!” She took out the earrings and necklace I’d given her as an engagement gift and put them on. Her look was complete.

“You look like a hot soccer mom!” I grinned as I moved toward her.

“Not exactly the look I was going for but I’ll take it!” she said.

“What look were you going for?” I asked.

“I was going for hotwife!” she said.

“You would be a hot wife if you were wearing overalls and were up to your elbows in mud!” I said.

She hugged me and kissed me lightly. “Not hot wife, hotwife. One word. Look it up!” I searched for my phone, “Not now! We’ll be late for dinner!”

“It’ll only take a second!” I objected.

“No, it won’t because once you learn what it means, you ‘ll want to tear this dress off of me and throw me onto that bed and fuck me!” She looked at the bedspread and ran her finger over the wet spot. “That reminds me, we need to get housekeeping up here to change the bed.” She pulled the covers back and dumped the remains of her wine cooler all over them, leaving a large pink wet spot on the sheets. “Oops!”

“After what I’ve seen in this place, I don’t think you’re going to fool the housekeeping staff. I’m pretty sure they’ve seen everything!”

She took my hand and led me to the door. I tucked my phone in my pocket but she fished it back out, “You don’t need that tonight!” she said.

“But I wanted to…” She interrupted me.

“I’ll tell you what it means later!” then she tiptoed up and kissed me. “Or maybe, if things go well, I’ll show you!”

We made our way to the restaurant and waited to be seated. “For two?” the host asked.

“Four please, we’re waiting for friends,” I said.

“Ah just so,” he replied. “Your name wouldn’t be Amy and George would they?”

“Yes,” she said.

“This way please, your friends are waiting for you.” He led the way to a table for four by a window that overlooked an outdoor seating area.

“Hi! Glad you could join us!” Kelly said as they stood to greet us. “Amy you look amazing! I love your dress! And your hair, it’s so beautiful!” They kissed each other’s cheeks in the continental way.

“You look beautiful as well,” Amy said. Then the women went to each other’s partner. “And Greg! Don’t you look handsome!” She kissed his cheek as well, letting her fingers trail along his arm as they separated.

“Thank you, Amy!” He inhaled, “What is that scent?”

“It’s a new perfume I bought for my wedding. You like it?”

“Kelly, you have to get the name of it, it’s intoxicating!” he said.

Kelly hugged me warmly and then stepped back a little, putting one arm around my shoulders and laying the other on my chest. “And look at you George, you look very handsome! Careful, Amy, I might steal him away from you!”

“Pretty sure that’ll never happen!” Amy replied. “But for the right price, I might lend him out for an hour or two!” She looked at Greg with a look that could only be interpreted as lust.

“Name your price!” Kelly said. We all sat and a server came to our table to take drink orders. “White wine all around?” she asked us. We nodded and said that sounded good. The drinks were delivered in short order and they raised their glasses in a toast. “To the newlyweds!” Kelly said and we all sipped.

“Oh my! This is so good!” Amy said. She was the wine drinker, I was more a stout and whisky man.

“So, how’s the honeymoon going?” Greg asked suggestively.

“Very well,” I said. “There have been a few wrinkles but we’re getting them ironed out. I’m still getting used to seeing people walk around half naked but I think Amy is rather enjoying the view!”

“I remember my first time at an adults only. It was just up the beach in Negril. This place is tame compared to that one. It was nothing to see people having sex in the open right by the pool! Or in the pool for that matter! My husband and I were a bit overwhelmed at first but then we warmed up to it!”

“In a hot tub with Sandra and me, as I recall,” said Greg.

“Greg and Sandra were our first,” Kelly said. “There have been others but there is always something special about your first!”

We just looked at each other as the sexual tension rose. I’m not sure I could have stopped it at this point even if I wanted to. It was then I realized that I didn’t want to stop it. I wanted to know if we could be with other people and if it would make our reunions all the sweeter for it.

I looked out the window at the last hue of light on the clouds. “Supposed to rain tomorrow,” might be stuck indoors all day. That’ll suck.”

“It doesn’t have to,” Greg said. “Last year when we were here, it rained one day. When it rains here, it’s still warm, not as warm as usual but still warm. The pool areas aren’t at all crowded and the beach is clear as well. You can still have fun in the rain.”

“I’ve always wanted to make love in the rain,” Amy said. I looked at her. “Well, I do! The problem is finding a place private enough to do it!”

“There are a few nooks and crannies around this place that are good for a quickie!” Kelly whispered. “Take a stroll around late at night and you’ll see people ducking in and out of them.

“I’m not interested in a quickie,” Amy said. “I want it hot and passionate with lightning flashing and thunder crashing all around us like in the movies!”

“Good luck finding that!” Greg said.

We picked up our menus and chatted about what sounded good. Neither I nor Amy were very adventurous when it came to food, which struck me odd given what we were considering might happen that night. Kelly and Greg chose the lasagna, which they recommended, but I selected a seven-cheese ravioli and Amy chose veal parmigiana.

“When are you guys going home?” I asked.

“Saturday,” Kelly said. “I want to have a big blowout night for our last night here for this year but Greg wants it to be just the two of us.” I looked at Greg, remembering what he had told me about this being their last trip here.

“We’re leaving Saturday as well,” Amy said. “We’re not making any plans for the rest of our stay, we’re just taking it as it comes.”

“Did you see the little gazebos at the ends of the boardwalk?” Amy and I both nodded. “Well, if you want a really private, romantic dinner. You can reserve one. It’s not cheap but it’s so romantic. They set up a table inside and will even put up privacy screens if you like. The menu is limited because they cook your meal right beside the gazebo but for romance, you can’t beat it!”

“Have you guys done that?” Amy asked.

“No, but Sandra and Tom did,” Greg said. “She went on and on about it for months.”

“But I thought your relationships were just about sex?” Amy said.

“Think of it as foreplay,” Greg said. “I tried to book one of the gazebos for Friday night but they’re both booked up.”

“Can you check for tomorrow night?” Amy asked me.

“It’s supposed to rain tomorrow,” I said. “Weren’t you listening?”

“Okay then, Wednesday or Thursday.”

“I’ll check, Sweetie!” She leaned over and kissed me.

We ate dinner and had coffee and tiramisu for dessert. It was delicious. “Do you guys want to go for a drink? I believe you said it was your round!” Greg said.

“Let’s go!” Amy said.

We decided to go to the piano bar which was located in a round structure just outside the restaurant. We ordered the cocktails recommended by our server, a tall, very dark-skinned man with a voice that could melt butter. “I’d like to get me some of that!” Kelly growled as he walked away after delivering our drinks. We listened to the pianist, who was quite good and played requests. The sexual aura around us hadn’t lessened one bit and Greg asked Kelly to dance. I took Amy’s hand and managed not to step on her feet as we swayed.

She kissed me and looked into my eyes. “This might be our chance!” she whispered.

“Do you think?”

“It’s the perfect opportunity!” she said. She guided us over next to them. “Ask to cut in! And if you feel like it, kiss her! I’ll do the same to Greg!”

I took a deep breath and steeled myself, “Her goes nothing!” I kissed my bride and turned to the other couple, “May I cut in?”

Kelly smiled at George, “I was hoping you might ask!” The two men switched partners and Amy let Greg take her hand and twirl her around before placing his hand in the small of her back.

Kelly and I swayed for a minute or so and the song ended. We clapped and returned to our seats but instead of sitting beside me, Amy sat beside Greg and Kelly took her spot next to me.

I sipped my drink and then felt Kelly’s hand in mine. I looked at Amy and she was holding Greg’s hand. A few songs later, Kelly stood up and pulled me up, “I love this song! Dance with me!” The familiar melody of Patsy Cline’s “Crazy” filled my ears as our bodies came together. “You are a very good dancer,” she whispered.

“I feel so clumsy when I’m dancing,” I said.

“You don’t feel clumsy to me,” she said as she pressed her hips forward. “Can I tell you something?”

“Of course!”

“Last night, when Amy and I were in the ladies' room, she asked me to do you both a favour. Can you imagine what that favour might be?”

“I think so,” I said.

“I know you two are nervous about being with other people, it’s natural to be nervous. All you can think about is ‘What if this goes badly?’. Instead of thinking that way, think instead, ‘What if this turns out to be the most amazing thing we’ve ever done?’”

“I guess you’re right.”

“Greg and I talked last night, and we’d like to help you if you want. I’m going to ask you a question, and Greg is going to ask Amy the same thing. When I do, look at her and see the look on her face. She’ll tell you what she wants to do.”

“I know what she wants to do,” I said.

“That’s good then,” she whispered. Her lips came close to my ear and her tongue flicked across my earlobe. “Do you want to come up to our room with us?”

I looked over at my wife just as she turned to look at me. The timing was perfect and I took that as a sign. She raised her eyebrows and nodded and I nodded back. I watched as her eyes closed, her perfect lips parted, and her tongue flashed forward to meet Greg’s. Then I turned to Kelly and we kissed softly as the tips of our tongues touched. I looked over at Amy who was holding her purse in one hand and Greg’s hand in the other. “Are you coming?” she asked quietly, and she led Greg away.

“Let’s go!” Kelly said. She kissed me again and we went to the table to collect her small purse.

We followed our partners out of the bar, across the outdoor area between the buildings and into the main hotel area. I watched Amy kiss Greg as we waited for the elevator and Kelly whispered in my ear, “He is going to show her a really good time!”

I was speechless. A million things were running through my head as I watched Amy thoroughly enjoying kissing this man we barely knew. Her hands were running over his chest and his were on her bum, pulling her into his body. Kelly put her finger on my chin and turned my face to hers. “Ignore them,” she said.

“That won’t be easy!” I replied.

“Then I’ll just have to distract you!” she purred and her lips met mine again. The elevator door opened and we parted, breathless. Greg took their room key from his pocket and swiped it. I noticed the room number and realized it was directly below ours. We entered the room and the door had barely clicked shut before Amy was back in Greg’s arms. Kelly did her best to keep me distracted but I kept stealing glances at my wife and noticed that she was glancing back at me. I felt Kelly’s hands go to my belt buckle and then saw Amy’s hands do the same to Greg’s. Our eyes met and she smiled. “I love you!” she mouthed and she sank to her knees in front of him.

Kelly did the same to me and when my pants and shorts dropped, she gasped, “Oh my! Amy, you are a very lucky girl indeed!” I looked over but Amy was unable to answer because her mouth was full of Greg’s cock.

I felt the warmth of Kelly’s breath on me but I could not tear my eyes away from my wife as she licked and sucked Greg’s manhood. Unlike me, he was cut and the purple head shone each time she took it from her mouth. His hands found her hair and he guided her deeper until he was in her throat. I was oddly pleased that I was better endowed than he was, I had been afraid that he might be much bigger and would hurt her, but I knew she could take everything he could give her.

Kelly stood up beside me. “I like to watch too!” she said and she led me to the bed and sat me down before kneeling in front of me and taking me back into her mouth. I groaned, as much from the feeling of Kelly’s lips and tongue on my cock as the excitement I was feeling from watching my wife giving Greg one of her five-star blowjobs.

Greg let her continue for a few minutes then pulled her to her feet. “My turn!” he whispered as his hand moved down and lifted her dress. She sighed as his fingers brushed her clit. She turned around and lifted her hair for him to untie the bow that held her dress. She turned and stared at him seductively as she used one hand to slip it off her shoulder and then did the same on the other side. She put her hands to her sides, her dress was now being held up by the form-fitting cups that cradled her breasts. Greg reached out and tugged on the front of it and it fell into a puddle at her feet, She smiled as she stood naked in front of him but for her heels. She stepped out of his shoes and took off his shirt before moving to her and kissing her deeply. Her hands came up to his hair and she held his face against hers. I could see her jaw working and the movement in her throat as she drove her tongue into his mouth.

Their faces parted and he lifted her by her waist and placed her gently on the bed. I was so entranced by the erotic scene playing out before me that I barely noticed that Kelly had stopped sucking my cock. Amy’s bum was at the edge of the bed and her legs parted to give him access to her.

Kelly took my hand and pulled me off the bed. “Let’s sit over here!” she said and we sat on the loveseat across from the bed. “I love watching him eat pussy, he’s the very best! Except for me of course!” She fondled my cock and moved my hand to stroke her clit as we watched Amy receive Greg’s undivided attention.

He started by licking her full length, starting just above her ass hole and licking one long stroke up to her clit. He took it between his lips and suckled on it for a few moments before licking the full length of her again. Then he latched back on and slid two fingers inside her. I could tell from her reactions that Kelly wasn’t lying, Greg was very, very good. Her mouth opened and her head fell to the side and I knew he’d found her G-Spot. She twisted and writhed as she aroused her. Her eyes opened and she looked at me, “so good!” she whispered and she closed her eyes again and surrendered to the feeling of having her pussy serviced by an expert. He continued for a while, edging her to the brink of orgasm several times.

He moved up her body, kissing and nibbling as he went, stopping each time she reacted to give that spot a little extra attention. By the time he reached her lips, she was panting.

“That’s enough watching,” Kelly said and she stood up, taking my hand and dragging the few steps to the bed. She peeled off her dress to reveal a black garter, stockings and nothing else. She got on the bed on all fours and moved to kiss Amy. “Told you he was good!” she whispered between kisses. I got behind Kelly and slid my cock into her just as Greg moved forward and buried himself into Amy’s dripping snatch. The two women moaned and kissed, Amy on her back and Kelly on all fours with their faces inverted.

“I love kissing like this!” Amy panted when they paused to take a breath. I felt fingers brush my balls and looked to see that Kelly had both elbows on the bed. Then I looked down to see Amy’s painted nails sliding on either side of my shaft as I drew back slowly.

The two women continued kissing as we fucked them but had to stop when Amy’s orgasm rose from her. “Yes! Fuck me! Fuck my wet cunt!” she panted as her body shook from his forward drives. Her moans became louder, “Yes, Like that! Yes! Kelly! Rub my clit! Mmm, yes like that! Oh Sweet Jesus I’m close! Harder’ HARDER! YES! OH FUCK ME! OOH HERE COMES! YES!” Her hands flew up and grasped Kelly’s face pulling her down and mashing their lips together. Amy calmed for a moment and then rush number two arrived as loudly and wetly as the first.

Amy pulled up her knees so he could get as far inside her as he could. I could hear the squishing sound of Greg’s cock sliding out and in and the wet slap as his hips slammed into her buttocks. Twice more she came around him and then he eased off, taking long slow strokes’

“Fuck me, George!” I heard as Kelly pushed back against me. “Fuck your big cock feels so good inside me! Fill me up, give it to me! Give me that hot cum!”

Kelly’s moans seemed to reinvigorate Greg as he started fucking my wife, putting everything he had into it. The entire bed was shaking and shifting as two strong men fucked the two women in a race to see who would cum first. Kelly won by a hair followed by me, then Greg and then Amy as she came around his cock one last time.

Sated and exhausted, I backed away first and then Greg did as well. He went to the washroom and I wiped myself off with a nearby towel. I sat down and watched as Kelly and Amy whispered between themselves. Then Kelly started kissing her way down Amy’s body until they were in that position that, if the porn we watched was to be believed, was much favoured by lesbians and bisexual women.

The moans and sighs coming from my wife’s body told me that she was enjoying having Kelly lick and suck Greg’s cum from her pussy and that she was enjoying licking and sucking mine from Kelly’s. Again, her sighs and moans turned to screams as every time her mouth came off Kelly’s pussy she told the world how much she was enjoying herself. Kelly was as well, as soon as Amy would stop moaning and clamp her lips on Kelly’s clit, she would start. It was like an erotic opera, the two of them in a duet singing one part then the other with each woman making up her own part as they went.

The opera rose in a crescendo of volume and pitch as they loved each other’s pussies. I moved so I could see Amy as she licked and sucked my cum from Kelly. Her eyes were closed and she was entirely focused on her task. She let her head fall back to scream or moan or something and her eyes opened, catching my gaze. She smiled, winked at me and raised her head back up to latch on to Kelly’s clit and suckle her all the way to heaven.

I watched as Kelly came. I’d never seen how a woman’s pussy reacts when she’s having an orgasm. I’d watched Amy masturbate with her toys but then I was mostly focusing on the toy as it slid in and out and the squirt when she came. This time I watched as Kelly’s pussy and ass flexed and opened and closed with the spasms of her orgasm. She didn’t squirt but clear fluid leaked profusely and ran down onto Amy’s forehead, soaking her hair and leaking onto the bedspread below them.

I could tell they’d both finished because the moaning quieted and they placed soft kisses and little licks on each other’s clits. At least that’s what I assumed Kelly was doing; all I could see was Amy’s tongue as it flicked forward.

I went back and sat down to reflect on what I had just witnessed. I realized that my fears had been for nought, I enjoyed what had just happened and I was thrilled that we had done it together. Watching the two women in their aftercare, cuddling and kissing made me emotional. I leaned forward, put my head in my hands and let the tears flow. That’s when I heard, “Oh no!” from the bed.

Amy knelt in front of me and lifted my face with her hands. Her hair was matted, her face stained with tears and cum and sweat and she had never looked so perfect to me. “Oh, Sweetie, are you okay?” she asked. “Did I cross the line?”

I looked at her and smiled, “Yes, we both did and it was perfect! I can’t believe I was afraid of all that! Watching you and the pure joy you just had was the reason we should have never hesitated to do this! I’m so happy right now, for you and for us!”

“Oh, Georgie, my sweet, sweet Georgie!” She climbed onto my lap and we kissed like we’d never kissed before We held each other and kissed, and I could taste the salt from the combined fluid that had leaked onto her face and dried. “I love you so much, George, so much it hurts sometimes!”

“Aren’t you two just the most adorable couple?” Kelly gushed. “I mean, I love my husband, despite what you might think, but what you two have is special! After everything you’ve been through? You must feel so lucky!”

Amy took a deep breath and blinked away a tear. She squeezed my hand before speaking, “I do not doubt that you love your husband, Kelly and that you love our wife, Greg. And yes, I feel very blessed that George had the patience to wait for me. Do I regret marrying Gregory? No, I loved him and I always will. But you’re right, we do have something special and what we have gone through has made us into the couple that we are. And for that, I am very thankful.” She took another deep breath, “You guys have a hot tub, right?” Greg pointed to the balcony. “Is it big enough for four?” He waggled his hand, maybe. “Good! I’m gonna, I mean we’re gonna take a shower and then join you guys out there! There are a couple more things I want to scratch off my list!”