“You guys had quite the party last night, huh?”
I was lying on the scratchy, carpeted floor of… actually, I wasn’t sure. I blinked my eyes, trying to force rational thought to restart in my brain.
Jack and Cassie’s bungalow. Fuck. I was still in the bungalow. And on the ground. Totally naked. I’d been dead asleep, apparently, till I’d felt someone nudging my ribs with their foot. My body ached like they’d been kicking at me for hours.
I rolled over, doing my best to stare through the burning brightness of the light streaming in from the large windows. Fucking sun. What did I ever do to you?
“I don’t suppose you’ve seen my dad,” the voice said. It was deep and vaguely familiar.
I squinted up at the speaker standing over me. I didn’t recognize him. He was a young man (probably early 20s), handsome, with light brown hair. He was wearing a blue t-shirt and jeans. For a moment, I thought he was a cast member, here to finally take me away for my crimes against Disney decency.
Then he gave me a slight smirk and I realized exactly who I was looking at.
“You’re Jack’s son,” I said. I slowly sat up. The whole house seemed to spin with me. Maybe I hadn’t been as sober as I thought the night before.
“I’m Grayson,” he said, “Gray.” He started to reach down to shake my hand, but thought better of it. I didn’t blame him.
“My brother and sister are both waiting outside,” Gray said, “We’re supposed to be meeting Dad for breakfast.”
“Sorry,” I said, “For all this.”
“I’m used to it,” Gray said, then sighed. His shoulders slumped.
The reality of where I was, of what I’d been doing, raced over me. We were on a couples’ trip to Disney World. It had turned into so much more. This strange, sexually charged adventure filled with flirting and fun. And now fucking, too.
The previous night, the six of us had come back from EPCOT, stumbling and sloppy drunk. We’d coupled off, but not as couples. Me with Allison. Allison’s husband, Mike, with Cassie. My own wife with…
Hurriedly, I glanced around the room. I saw Mike was passed out on the couch, wrapped around a blonde that I assumed was Cassie. I didn’t see Emily anywhere. Or Jack.
I leapt to my feet. I don’t know why the idea of it bothered me so much. We’d already had sex with other people. Emily had already been with Jack, cumming like crazy while he plowed her over the couch. Why did it suddenly fill me with horror, the idea that she might be with him once again?
But thinking clearly was clearly beyond me. I scrambled (naked) down the hallway, towards the bedrooms. I heard little giggles. Sounds of whispered conversation. I threw open the door, but the bed was empty. Perfectly untouched. Mocking me.
I spun around, and like a crazy person, I whipped open the other bedroom door. Sure enough, Jack was there, lying over a prone woman and kissing her, passionately. He startled when I appeared in the entryway. I must have looked like a madman. Eyes wide. Dick dangling.
Jack rolled over and revealed a completely naked, beautiful blonde. Cassie. He was in bed with his wife. Of course he was. Which meant that Mike was back in the living room with Allison. I’d let my imagination, my envy, take hold of my rational mind.
The couple in the bedroom both looked at me with a mix of pity and concern. I braced myself for the inevitable berating. For Jack to tease me about my jealous heart. For Cassie to complain about her lost privacy.
But Jack only gave me a casual wave hello. And Cassie just smiled at me, warmly. Like seeing a friend that she legitimately cared about.
“I think Em’s in the shower,” she told me. As if my question was painted on my face. Which, honestly, it probably was.
“Thanks,” I said. My heart was still pounding, but now for no reason. I felt myself relax. I hadn’t even noticed how worked up I was until then. Now, finally, I realized where I was. What I was doing. Standing naked in a stranger’s home. Splayed across the open door of their bedroom.
I turned to walk away, but stopped. I covered myself with my hands (like that mattered) and poked my head back into Jack and Cassie’s room.
“Your, um, son is here,” I said to Jack.
The silver-haired man’s eyes popped wide.
“Oh fuck!” he said. He jumped out of bed. Usually so cool and collected, it was strange to see Jack frantically pulling on his pants. Like seeing John Wayne in a screwball comedy.
“Thanks,” Jack told me. He raced past me to the living room.
Cassie grinned at me again.
“You OK?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said, “OK, not really.”
“It’s natural,” Cassie said, “To feel, well, feelings after last night. Normal. I’d be worried if you didn’t.”
I nodded my acknowledgement. Muscles that I didn’t even realize I’d tightened now slowly untwined.
“I know Em’s feeling the same way,” Cassie continued, “Go take care of her. I promise it will all be alright.”
How could that be true? I thought about what we’d both done the night before. The way Emily had seemed so possessed, in complete subservience to another man. Not that I’d behaved much better with Allison. Letting the athletic woman take me so completely.
Playing around before, in comparison, had been playing it safe. We’d set the line at intercourse because we knew it would rip us to pieces. Then we went ahead and did it anyway. My wife had fucked another man in front of me. I’d cum in another woman while she watched.
I found it hard to believe we were coming back from that.
Cassie got out of bed and wrapped her arms around me. Both of us were totally naked, yet it didn’t feel arousing at all. Just nice.