Allison grabbed my hand and we lay down on the bed. I heard the sound of water turning on in the bathroom. Instinctually, my gut twisted. To this point, we’d all shared our time together. Now, clearly, we’d moved on to something else. Again. Another barrier — whoosh! Gone. Were we even pretending at it anymore?
I couldn’t keep my mind from wandering into that bathroom, wondering exactly what was going on. Fortunately, the sounds were enough to give me a pretty good idea. There was a bonging noise as a body was shoved against glass. A loud feminine gasp.
Allison put her hand on my head and gently turned me to face her. She was completely naked, recumbent on the bed. Her shins stuck out beyond my feet. She’d wiped her face, but her tits were still slippery with my sperm.
The athletic blonde leaned over me and kissed me.
“Stay with me,” she said.
I nodded.
She reached for my dick. I think it impressed us both that I was already hard. Allison didn’t say a word, she just gathered me up till I was on top of her. Surrounded by her shapely legs and strong arms.
I ground my cock down into her furrow. Strained and needful. On the third press, I pushed inside. Allison reacted like it was our first time all over again. She groaned as I filled her.
In the distance I heard my wife. “Oh Jack! Fuck me! Fuck me hard.” It was so clearly her voice, yet so not her words. Odd and incongruent.
I felt Allison’s hand on my cheek. The little slap was implied.
“Sorry,” I said.
“I’ve got you,” Allison said.
She did. We moved slowly against each other, savoring every sensation. We’d fucked before. Several times. But this wasn’t fucking. We weren’t performing for the group or showing off. We were doing something else. Something far more intoxicating and intimate.
I glorified in every sensation. Not just the way her pussy squeezed me tight. But how her legs felt wrapped around my back. How her coral nipples stood straight up on her now nearly-flat chest. Her deep brown eyes, sparkling with mirth and desire.
Allison kissed me, warm and wanting. I ran my hands all over her. Like tracking every secret spot.
“Oh! Cumming!” Emily screamed from the bathroom. “Cum in MEEE!”
Allison lost her rhythm. She dropped her head back and started laughing.
“She used to be so shy,” she said.
I looked Allison in the eye, letting myself be totally immersed in our coupling. The tall blonde was right, we needed to let ourselves have our own moment. The sounds of my wife’s pleasure became ever more distant.
“Cum,” I told Allison, “Cum for me.”
“You’d like that, huh?” Allison asked, “See your wife’s bestie get herself off on your big, thick cock.”
“You know I would.”
Allison grinned. She knew a challenge when she heard one.
She slammed her eyes shut and started undulating under me. Her pussy squeezed at my cock like a little suckling mouth. Her fingers stuck between us, rubbing her clit frantically. I held myself over her, letting her get off on my dick.
“Come on,” she said, “Come on Allison. You’ve got this.”
I beamed down at her. That little mantra was so adorable. The way she pushed herself forward.
“You’ve got this, Allison.” she rambled on. “Make it happen. Get there. Don’t you dare you little…”
She paused, then pinched her clit between her fingers. She gasped in something that sounded a whole lot like pain.
“That’s it,” Allison said to herself, “Give it up! Don’t stop. Don’t… uhn! Come on, Allison, you useless… Come on, baby! Give it. Give it up. Give it…”
The athletic blonde stiffened. Her legs tightened at my waist. Her neck muscles strained.
“uhhhhhUP!” Allison cried out. It was loud enough to echo in the hotel room. I knew it was a sound just for me. “That’s it. That’s a girl. You got it. Yeah, baby. Got it good.” She panted heavily, mumbling as she caught her breath.
“Fuck me.” Allison’s words came out as a whimper. Broken and strained. “Hard.”
I started to pump into her with abandon. We regained our rhythm. Both of us now working the other for release. But it wasn’t about the orgasm anymore. We weren’t only getting each other off. We were sharing something far deeper. An expression of our affections that would never work with words.
I hitched as I felt myself ready to go. I didn’t want it to end. But the finish was something I couldn’t escape.
Allison kissed me, I buried myself as deep as I could.
“Cum inside me,” she said. Whispered it in my ear. A mirror of what I’d heard my wife shouting a few minutes before. The urgency of her words no less loud. “Fill me up.”
On cue, I unloaded my essence into Allison. Like streaming my soul straight into her womb. A long, pleasurable burst. The ecstasy overwhelming.
As I went, shaking, Allison held me close, kissing me. Whispering my name like it was magic.
When we finally disconnected, it was like we’d been glued. Sticky with sweat and spend. I lay back on the bed, blown. Allison reached over and squeezed my hand.
“I need a tissue,” she said.
“They’re in the bathroom,” I said.
“There’s two bathrooms,” Allison said.
“Tissues are only in the other one,” I said.
Allison groaned and fell back onto the bed. “Dammit,” she said, “I don’t want to go in there.”
“Me neither,” I said.
“She’s your wife, you should be used to seeing her naked,” Allison said.
“Not like that,” I said.
Allison twisted her lips, ruefully. “You’re seriously OK with all this?”
I shrugged. It was a little late to be complaining.
“I think Emily needed something,” I said, “We needed it.”
“Shake things up?”
“Maybe,” I said. Any attempts to conceal my accent were long gone. “I want a family, but maybe I pushed too much. Emily isn’t ready to be old yet.”
“She told me once,” Allison said, “Her mom had kids very young. A huge family.”
“Emily’s one of eight,” I said.