The six of us tumbled into the monorail in a drunken jumble. As the train rushed off, we slowly reorganized ourselves into something that made sense on the benches. Still, it was immediately obvious where everyone’s mind was, and it wasn’t on sleeping it off.
The build-up of it all was more than we could bear. We’d left the Poly that afternoon already on edge and time had done nothing to dull that. Then the alcohol. The playful flirting at the park. All of us were under no illusions about our lack of control. So, instead, we surrendered to it.
Emily and Jack started making out loudly on the bench across from me. My wife wrapped her arms around the older man’s neck, her legs around his waist. Like he was the one solid object in a stormy sea. Jack lovingly stroked my wife’s brown hair while he kissed her, like soothing a sorrowful child.
Mike and Cassie, sitting next to me, had never truly stopped kissing after Mexico, so they continued on as before. Mike pulled the beautiful blonde woman onto his lap and the two of them embraced. He slid his hand down and cupped Cassie’s bottom. She rested her hand on his chest. The two of them rubbed their crotches against each other. It seemed like the only thing keeping them from actual intercourse was their clothes.
“We’re going to get in so much trouble,” Allison said, eyeing her husband.
But then she leaned in and pressed her lips to mine. Strange how kissing a woman who was not my wife was becoming so familiar. The strength of her arms surrounding me. The passion and warmth of her affections. I let my hand wander to her side. Allison’s core was so strong and perfect, it was like holding a statue, but with the warmth and allure of a woman.
The monorail stopped at the main building for our resort. We broke apart long enough to get out of the car. All of us hanging on to our respective companions like we were practicing being seeing eye dogs for each other.
There was no doubt about where we were headed. Jack and Emily walked straight back towards the bungalow. We marched after them as if we had no other choice.
The six of us broke through the front door, wrapped around each other. Kissing and caressing like crazy. There was no thought of going back to our supposed spouses. We’d chosen our partners well before the dance had ever begun.
As soon as Cassie stepped into the hallway, Mike shoved her against the wall like he wanted to smash her through the boards. I only saw it out of the corner of my eye, however, because Allison practically tackled me onto the tile floor. I bounced against the ground, hard, but the athletic woman only responded by piling on top of me, like pulling off a naughty, wrestling finishing move — The People’s Pussy or The Stone Snatch Stunner. Something like that.
I only had a moment’s reprieve to glance up. Emily was wrapped around Jack like an amorous octopus. He carried my wife towards the bedroom door, but she grabbed the frame, holding them back.
“No,” Emily gasped between hungry kisses. “Together.”
Cassie broke from Mike long enough to respond. “Oooh, kinky. I really like this girl.”
Jack relented, hitching Emily’s thighs around his waist and carrying her over to the living room couch. He dumped her, unceremoniously, onto the cushions. She pulled him in for a kiss.
Mike, inspired, dug his hands under Cassie’s bottom and lifted her up. It was far less elegant, however, and the two of them ended up stumbling into the dining area like a shambling monster. The beautiful blonde giggled the whole way, then dropped to her knees to undo Mike’s belt.
“I guess we should join them,” Allison said. I responded with a shrug. It didn’t matter whether she smothered me right there or in some other room. As long as she didn’t stop.
The athletic blonde’s hair was wild. The look in her deep brown eyes driven with desire. She looked so sexy to me. So strikingly gorgeous. I felt a want for her, a need, that went beyond rationality. Deep in the lizard part of my brain.
Allison grinned at me, fierce, then lifted me up. Like she was doing a deadlift, she scooped me off the ground and fireman-carried me into the living room before gently placing me on the carpet. It was one of the most arousing things I’d ever experienced.
The six of us raced forward. All those little steps we’d been so afraid of before — kissing, nudity, touching each other’s bodies — we blew right past them. The barriers broken down. We hadn’t avoided the cliff at all. If anything, we’d only given ourselves time to ramp up our engines. Making it all the easier now to go careening over the edge.
Allison climbed over me, making sure to plant her crotch on mine. She sat up and tore her tank top off over her head.
“No more games,” she said. And that was the most telling statement of all. If Allison didn’t want to play, things were truly serious.
I looked over and found Jack had already pulled my wife’s shorts down to her ankles. His silver head was buried in her slit. Emily’s body arched in response. She was making tight, strangled noises. Gasping, like Jack was sucking the air out of her lungs through her pussy.
Mike’s pants were also pooled at his feet. He was leaning back against the dining room table. Cassie had fished his dick out of his fly and fully swallowed him up. The hot blonde sucked lewdly at his cock, loudly slurping. Mike groaned with every lick.
Allison reached down and took my shorts and boxers off in one go. My dick popped free. She, too, took me into her mouth with one wet gulp. It was like slipping into heaven. The athletic blonde sucked me off the way she did everything — driven to be the best. If there was an international blowjob league (the MLF?), I had no doubt that Allison would be an all-star on the championship squad.