CHAPTER 5
Phaedra woke me up the next morning with a nudge. She was sitting on the bed snacking on some fruit like a person snacks on popcorn at the movies. She was watching a live sex show. Massimo and Quinn were already going at it. Phaedra and I looked at each other incredulously. We were both worn out and sore from the night before. I didn’t know about her but I wouldn’t be craving any sex for a while.
They were standing up, at least Massimo was. Quinn’s arms were wrapped around his neck and her legs around his waist. He was holding her by her ass and bouncing her up and down his diabolical dong. Even from across the room, he was huge. Witnessing his fuck pole skidding in and out of her was a site worthy of an audience.
It was as if her twat and his cock were designed specifically for each other. I would’ve bet my two front teeth that anyone else engaged in such an athletically inclined sex act would have missed the target. It didn’t matter how hard or high he flung her, his cock went into her seamlessly. It was lock and key, and piece to a puzzle. Their organs fit perfectly.
What was even more entertaining was their dialogue.”Ride ’em, cowboy!” Quinn screamed at the top of her lungs.
“I’m your cowboy, Baby! Massimo is all the cowboy you need. You juicy, sexy, red headed bitch!”
“You nasty, naughty, freaky, bad boy! Fuck me! Fuck me!” I was perplexed she had enough breath or mind power to form words. She wasn’t muttering them either. She was hollering. I thought they’d wake up the whole hotel. Massimo finally noticed that Phaedra and I were watching. “Good morning lovely ladies! Would you like to join us for a morning fuck?” He was still effortlessly tossing Quinn up and down his fuck rod. Phaedra and I looked at each other. We were thinking the same thing. The sex was fabulous. The dick was divine but we had had enough. Our pussies were sore but satisfied. We slithered off the bed and showered, separately. When we came out to dress, they were still going at it. She was riding him on the floor. He was still tossing her up and down and they were still yelling at the top of their
lungs. Good for her I thought. We dressed and went down to breakfast, leaving the two of them to fuck each other’s lights out.
Phaedra and I stayed another week before returning home. Our foray into the city was meant to be a temporary relief from the routine and monotony of our lives. It ended up being a game changer for all of us.
Quinn loved being in the city with her new grandbabies, but her husband finally gave her an ultimatum. She could either return home right away or they could go their separate ways. Within a month, he was by her side, in the city. Her husband’s unexpected move to be with her touched her so much that she never strayed again.
In contrast, Phaedra divorced her cheating husband. She moved out of state to be near her son. She learned shortly after returning from our trip that he was expecting his first child. She credited the free spirit of the city for inspiring her to dump the dead weight and put her own happiness first.
I stayed with my husband but I demanded a few changes. We loved each other but our marriage needed some tender love and care. We instituted a weekly date night. We went on trips. We cooked together and did a host of other things to reconnect. I even convinced him to watch some porn so we could spice up our sex life with some new moves. It worked like a charm. Despite the distance, the girls and I remained tight as ever. To help us stay in touch, we did something we swore we’d never do. We created social media accounts. With the help of modern technology, we even video called each other several times a week. We committed to a minimum of two girl trips per year. We were still the Thrilling Three. We were simply defining thrills a little differently.