“Oh god, I’m almost there,” Serena continued, “fuck me hard… just like that… fuck my pussy… make me come and then shoot your cum all over me.” Eric had his hands firmly around Serena’s hips, which were elevated several inches above the couch, and he was grunting as he slammed his cock in and out of her.
“Ooooh, fuck… oh god… I’m gonna come on your huge cock… oh fuck… oh my god…” her voice was reaching a crescendo, her eyes still locked on Amanda’s. “Oh god… oh ffuuucck… I’m commmminnng!” she screamed. Like the night before, Eric had clearly been holding on for her, because as soon as she came, he whipped his cock out and – as he’d been instructed – let loose several blasts of cum that landed across her stomach, some of it even reaching as high as her breasts.
The sight of Serena’s stunning body, covered in cum, the contrast of the white drops pooled on her dark skin, it pushed me over the edge. I grunted, said “fffuck” and came hard, shooting my load deep inside Amanda. Luckily, she was on the verge of coming again herself, and I think the feeling of me coming inside her pushed her over the finish line. A moment later, she said, “oh god, I’m coming too,” and I felt her again spasming on my cock.
As we all tried to catch our breath, the silence quickly grew very awkward. It was clear that none of us had any idea what to say or even where to look. The staring at each other’s bodies that had seemed so right just moments ago, suddenly seemed very strange. The girls didn’t wait long before gathering their clothes and heading off to their respective rooms. Eric and I also found our clothes and pulled them back on. He was the first to speak.
“Want to have a beer?”
“Yeah… that sounds good.”
We decided to go back out to the fire pit, which had died down but was still burning. I threw a couple of fresh logs on the fire and Eric came out a minute later carrying two beers. We sat in silence for a while, nursing our beers, but could only avoid the elephant in the room for so long.
Eric finally spoke, quoting Ron Burgundy, “well, that escalated quickly.” We laughed hard.
“No shit, man. I still don’t really understand what the hell’s going on. I kinda feel like all of you, Amanda included, are alien impostors.” Eric just took a swig of his beer and shrugged, still smiling.
I continued, “don’t get me wrong, that was unbelievable, but I felt like I didn’t recognize anyone in there, like I didn’t belong in there. Remember that Quantum Leap show, where the dude would transport into a new person every week?” Eric started laughing. “I felt like I was on an x-rated version of that show. Like I just teleported into someone else’s body.”
“That would be a good show, man. I’d watch that.”
“Seriously, though, man. Is this something you guys do all the time?” I had to know.
“Ha, no, nothing quite like this. But if you’re asking whether I knew my wife was an exhibitionist before this trip, well…” He took another swig of his beer. “I knew even before we were married that she had a little kinky streak in her. She always wanted to do it in places that were a little risky, where there was a chance someone might see or hear us. But it was never a big deal. She didn’t really want to get caught. She just got off on the idea of it. But the longer we’ve been married, the more she’s tried to push the envelope. We actually had a vacation kind of like this with two of our friends from New York last summer. The room setup wasn’t quite like this, where the rooms are practically connected, but there were thin walls and she really put on a show with her moaning and all that stuff. Well, they must have heard us because a little while later, we could hear them through the walls… you know, fucking. Serena totally got off on that; she talked about it all the time after the trip. I think she was hoping to recreate that experience on this trip. But that, what happened in there,” he pointed toward the house, “I think that went well beyond her wildest fantasies.”
I almost never talked to my friends about sex, but I was completely fascinated by this glimpse into our friends sex lives. Eric was being so open and candid about it. I had to press further.
“So what do you do the rest of the time… to keep it interesting… you know, when don’t have another couple around to play mind games with.”
Eric smiled at that. “Honestly, we’re probably not much different than you or anyone else most of the time.” He leaned forward, “but we do have a tradition when we go on vacation. Something we do to keep things interesting.” He had my full attention.
Eric continued. “I’ve never actually told anyone this, but since you just saw me fuck my wife, for like the third time in two days, what the hell? Early on in our marriage, we got into a bit of a rut. We weren’t having much sex. We were working too hard. And we finally scheduled a decent vacation, to Cancun. We promised each other that we would try to have sex as many times as humanly possible on the vacation, to rekindle our romance.
“Being who she is, Serena decided the vacation actually started on the fight down to Mexico. She wanted to join the Mile High Club, but it wasn’t a large plane, so we couldn’t both get into the bathroom without drawing a lot of attention. She was determined, though, so eventually we tried something different. We had the whole row of seats to ourselves, so we lifted the armrest between our seats and used a blanket to cover ourselves.”
“Holy shit, you mean you had sex at your seat?”
“Yeah, technically. Almost as soon as I was inside her, though, the stewardess came by and we had to, uh, disengage. Then the seat belt light went on and we were getting some looks. Long story short, it was a fleeting moment and we never got to finish it, at least on the plane. But it was fun, and a little thrilling, and we decided that it ‘counted’ for the purposes of our have- sex-as-many-times-as-possible game. And that’s where the tradition was born. On that vacation, and ever since, we make an effort to have sex as many times as possible, and in the most interesting places we can find. We don’t usually finish the act until we’re alone and have the time to really enjoy it, but we try to ‘hook up’ as many times as we can. It’s pretty awesome really. You find that you’re thinking about sex all day long and it’s such a tease that when we’re finally alone, we practically rip each other’s clothes off.”
“Wow,” was all I could manage.
“Yeah, it’s nuts right? I can’t even tell you all the different places we’ve managed do it. Restaurants, theaters, parks, dressing rooms. Sometimes all in the same day. One time, a couple of years ago, we managed to do it 12 times, in 12 different places, all in one day.”
“Holy shit! How is that even physically possible?”
“Well, like I said, I usually don’t come. As long as there’s full penetration, it counts. Sometimes the whole encounter is just a few seconds, just long enough get my cock up in there, maybe snap a picture as a momento.”
“You guys take pictures of yourselves fucking?!”
“Oh hell yeah. That’s the best part. Helps us remember it after the trip. Our only rule on the pictures is that we don’t include our faces. Nothing that could identify us. Oh, and we turn off the icloud on our phones before the trip. Made that mistake once and Haley almost stumbled across some of them on the iPad.”
“You guys are crazy. But I gotta hand it to you, that’s some hot shit. I’m still not quite sure how you manage it, though. Maybe I’m just less virile or something, but I don’t think I could get it up on demand so many times in one day, particularly if I’d had sex several days in row. Maybe when I was 18, but now…” I shook my head.