The vacation thing was becoming an issue — in both my marriage and Dorothy’s. Dorothy is my best friend. We’d gone to school together, been one another’s maids of honor, etc. She’s a huge part of my life.

I was married to Liam, and Dorothy was wedded to Jason. Summer had finally arrived, and both our husbands had been promising us a vacation, one we’d all go on together, like an extended marital double date.

Liam and Jason worked for the same company, and they’d been hinting for a week that they might not be able to get away from work, after all.

“I swear,” I said to Dorothy over an evening glass of wine, “if they renege, I’m going to lose my shit.”

“You and me both, sister.” She grimly clinked glasses with me.

She and I both worked, too, of course, and we’d managed to secure vacation time. We hadn’t yet booked a destination, though something in the Caribbean sounded nice. Now, however, the whole damn thing seemed close to falling apart on us.

The next day the axe came down. Liam sheepishly came to me and said there was a project he and Jason couldn’t abandon. It felt like a gut punch. I’d been working my butt off for months — and Dorothy, too — to make sure we had a chunk of free time to go enjoy life some.

Despite what I’d said to Dorothy, I didn’t flip out. I loved my husband, and I understood the bind he was in. My disappointment was extreme, but I would have to learn to live with it, I figured.

Still, my dreams of tropical summer sex were rapidly evaporating. I’d been planning on ravaging Liam day and night. Having the rug pulled out from under me left me in a state of bitter horniness.

“Jason and I talked it over,” he continued. “We feel you and Dorothy should go somewhere together — just the two of you. It’s only fair. What do you think, Carol?”

Suddenly, I was full of excitement. Dorothy and me cutting loose together? We’d been hell-raisers in college, partying and dating and just plain hooking up like it was all going out of style.

What would it be like for us now, as a pair of married chicks?

I convened with Dorothy that night and discovered Jason had floated the idea past her at exactly the same time Liam had with me. She, too, was bristling with anticipation. We both thought a girls’ getaway would be awesome. But where to go? My fantasies of an island destination had all included Liam in full-on stud mode.

“Let’s do it old school. A road trip!” she suddenly exclaimed. She stumbled over her own words in her excitement. “It’ll be like that movie — ‘Ella & Lois!’”

I laughed at her mistake, but understood her intended reference. But I had no intention of driving off a cliff.

However, a deeper enthusiasm began to flower within me, an exhilaration I hadn’t felt in some while. It was the old hellcat in me, the slinky party girl eager for a good time.

Dorothy and I finalized our plans. Since we didn’t have to worry about plane fare, we decided to rent ourselves a spacious convertible. We would just hit the road, driving whichever way our whims took us.

As the days passed, my naughty-girl feeling stayed with me. I knew I was still a hot piece of ass, but marriage — happy though it was — had taken some of the edge off me. Although it seemed that attitude was trying to roar back to life.

On the night before we were set to leave, Liam dealt me a serious surprise. We’d just made love and were nuzzling together, when he said, “I want you to have fun on this trip, babe. I mean… whatever kind of fun you want. You deserve it.”

I blinked in the dark, and with suspicion lacing my voice, I asked, “What do you mean?”

“Jason and I talked about it. We screwed up our vacation plans and feel bad. You and Dorothy should have a free pass to do anything you like on this road trip.”

I was stunned — and quite moved. Again, Dorothy got the same pitch from her man. We were both still in a state of amazement when we said goodbye to our spouses the next morning and pulled out of town in the big convertible.

We hit the highway with the top down and the music blaring. Dorothy let out a howl, and I matched it. She was clearly feeling the same sense of exhilaration.

“It’s like the old days!” I shouted.

It wasn’t entirely, of course. We weren’t currently hooked up with random guys or bouncing from party to party. We were just two married women driving fast on a road to nowhere. But I felt so damn free.

“Hey,” Dorothy said, “remember that one party?”

I knew what she meant before she even launched into the story. It was one of our favorites from our university days that we would sometimes reminisce about over glasses of wine.

We’d gotten word of a house party off campus. It was our routine to cruise any gathering for hot guys. Not that we always picked up, but it was fun to flirt and soak up attention.

That night, though, I remembered feeling especially horny. Dorothy and I were both working hard to keep up our grades, and by the weekend I was full of pent-up stress that needed relieving.

At the party, which was a wild one, we hit it off with a pair of good-looking guys name Curt and Derek. They were both smart and witty and doing their best to be appealing. I traded looks with Dorothy, and we decided to cut to the chase.

Curt lived at the house where the party was being held. At my suggestion, he led us up to his bedroom. He invited us in and then locked the door behind us. There was a bed and a futon. Curt and I sat on the mattress. Dorothy and Derek went to the futon, where they started making out.

Curt and I did the same. He was a good kisser. His tongue moved quickly but not sloppily. When he tentatively touched my breast through my blouse, I sighed with pleasure. After that, his touches got more bold.

I groped him right back as my excitement rose. I wanted to fuck him, but I was very aware of Dorothy and Derek on the other side of the room. But when I glanced over, panting with lust, I saw they were halfway undressed and showing no signs of bashfulness.

By that point, I figured Dorothy and I’d done nearly everything else together. It was probably just a matter of time before we screwed guys in the same room.

Curt and I tore each other out of our clothes. I took hold of his throbbing cock, while he fingered my pussy. Excitement burned inside me, stiffening my nipples and making my clit hum. Curt wasted no time diddling my love nub. In seconds, I was ready for him to screw me silly.

I climbed on top of him, fitting his thick knob against the entrance of my pussy. As I lowered myself onto his sturdy shaft, pleasure bloomed through me. I planted my palms on his hard pecs and ground down on him, taking every inch of his glorious erection.

Curt’s strong hands clapped over my hips. As I started to ride him, he lifted me up and pulled me down, making sure I landed hard on him with every downstroke. I liked that. I bounced even more energetically on him as he also thrust up into me. Pleasure built in me, and I felt my climax coming on strong, sending vibrations into every corner of my body. All my tensions were culminating, and thanks to that hot stud, I knew I would soon find release.

Two voices cried out at the same time. I whipped my head around, having somehow forgotten about Dorothy and Derek. They were in the throes of what was obviously a mutual climax. Dorothy looked beautiful as orgasmic fire consumed her.

Seeing her reaction set me off, and my pussy clenched around Curt’s cock. Seconds later, I felt him shoot ropes of hot come up into me. I was consumed by sexual bliss as my orgasm rocked me.

Afterward, I climbed off and lay back on the rumpled bed, happy and sated. My eyes were closed when I felt Curt get up. A minute later, I thought he was climbing back onto the bed, and I was entertaining the idea of another go-round, depending on how quick he could recover.

But when I opened my eyes, I saw naked Derek had lain down beside me. He asked, “Do you want to?”

His dick was already halfway hard, and I thought he was at least as cute as Curt.

I glanced past him, over at the futon where Curt was lying with Dorothy. She and I exchanged wild grins.

I lay back and let Derek climb aboard. He slid his cock inside me and started stroking in and out of my snatch. Fresh pleasure awoke from the ashes of the old. Soon I was pumping my hips upward, my fingers raking his back as he pounded me relentlessly.

The four orgasms that next wracked the room’s occupants came one after the other. Physical joy consumed me as I let out a celebratory moan, followed by those of Dorothy, Derek and Curt.

Back in the present, Dorothy and I were crossing warm desert country as she finished summarizing that night, one I would never be able to forget. It struck me that we were literally free to do something like that again. We actually had our husbands’ permission, and the notion still astounded me.

I wasn’t sure I would do anything like that on our trip. I loved Liam and had never seriously considered cheating on him. I knew Dorothy felt the same about Jason. Maybe we would just cruise around the highways, taking in random sights.

But if we wanted to, we could grab us some strange cock!

That evening, we pulled into a motel in a medium-sized town, booked a room, asked the desk clerk for a good restaurant and headed out to dinner.

As we finished eating, Dorothy said, “We should hit a bar, and see what the local action’s like.”

I bit my lip, but then replied, “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to look.”

Despite my initial reaction, I felt a stirring deep in my pussy. Dorothy’s eyes glittered with mischief. We both knew what we were potentially getting ourselves into — but we were helpless to stop ourselves.

We went to a nearby honky-tonk. There was a band playing and a good-sized crowd dancing. We didn’t even reach the bar before two guys offered to buy us beers. They were a nice-looking pair and gave off good vibes, so we accepted their hospitality.

“I’m Pete. This is my buddy Nate,” said one.

“I’m Ella,” I said. “This is my best friend, Lois.”

Dorothy snorted into her beer, but went along with it.

We drank and chatted with the guys. It was obvious they were interested in boning us. Natural attraction did its work, and Pete gravitated toward me, while Nate drifted in Dorothy’s direction.

When our bottles were dry, we hit the dance floor. Pete had good moves. I liked how he worked his body and found myself moving closer to him. My heart was racing. I hadn’t danced like that with a man other than Liam in a long time.

Desire was growing in me, and there was no denying it. I let my body bump against Pete’s, feeling his bulging erection.

When the song ended, I excused myself, grabbed Dorothy and hurried her into the restroom. I was about to ask her if she thought we could, well, maybe start to think about doing something with the guys, when she cut me off.

“I want Nate. Tonight. Now. Do you want to bring Pete back to the motel, too?”

There it was. Black and white. We do this, or we don’t.

“I want him,” I heard myself say.

We went back out and asked them if they’d like to come to our room. They didn’t have to think about it. They followed our convertible in their own car. Everything felt dreamy and surreal. The night had a strange glow to it, and my spirit was light, like I could have floated back to the motel.

Our room had two beds, separated by a few feet. I took Pete’s hand and towed him to one, while Dorothy escorted Nate to the other. Both men wore excited looks on their handsome faces. They’d probably never imagined their night would work out so well.

I stood at the foot of the bed, still holding Pete’s hand. I waited to feel a surge of guilt, but all I heard was Liam’s voice, telling me to have fun — and that was what I intended to do.

Pete moved and kissed me. I mashed my mouth against his, spearing my tongue past his lips. He met my thrust with one of his own, kissing me back ardently as his arms enclosed me. I pressed up against his hard body and ground my crotch shamelessly on his, feeling his stiff erection.

Peripherally, I was aware of Dorothy doing similar stuff with her guy. It was like that bygone night happening all over again. We would screw in the same room.

Emboldened, I embraced that exhibitionistic aspect. I tugged at Pete’s clothes, stripping him bare. When he started undressing me, I helped, and soon I was naked, too. His rock-hard cock stood straight out, and I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, squeezing it firmly. Pete groaned with delight.

I led him up onto the bed. Side by side, we kissed wildly. His callused fingers closed over my breast, and I moaned with pleasure as he squeezed. He caught my stiff nipple between two fingers and applied pressure, thrilling me.

I ran my hands over his body, groping his firm butt. I reached between us and cradled his balls. His cockhead throbbed against my flat belly.

He shifted and kissed his way down my neck. He moved further downward, pausing to suck my tits. My body felt so alive, so attuned, and yet it felt, on one level, like it belonged to someone else. In a way, maybe it did. I was Ella, after all! But none of that diminished the rising tide of sexual joy I felt.

When I recognized what Pete was up to, I shifted onto my back and spread my legs. He slipped down between them, kissing my stomach and playfully flicking his tongue into my navel. I squealed with happiness.

He continued moving down until his breath tickled my damp pussy lips, and I lifted my head to watch him lick me. His tongue swiped up and down my slit, making me tremble.

When he plunged his tongue into me, my hips bucked. Next, he zeroed in skillfully on my swollen clit. I rolled my head on the pillow, gasping with every new surge of pleasure. Climactic energy gathered within me. I reached between my legs for Pete’s head, laced my fingers into his hair and came with a groan. It was fantastic.

Afterward, I went slack with post-orgasmic contentment. I glanced over and saw Dorothy and Nate going at it energetically.

My postcoital daze cleared as Pete climbed atop me. He set his cockhead to my well-licked pussy. I grinned, nodding, and he immediately pushed inside. I gasped again, relishing the sensation of a stranger’s cock. I didn’t know Pete’s last name. Heck, he didn’t even actually know my first. But that night he was my lover.

He stroked into me. I lifted my knees toward my shoulders, inviting every inch of him inside, and he plowed me deep — his mouth glistening with my pussy juices. Impulsively, I pulled his face down and kissed him, tasting my own flavor.

That bold act seemed to excite him seriously. He fucked me harder and faster. I heard and felt the meaty slaps of his flesh against my body.

I bucked my hips to match his furious strokes. His whole body was quivering and getting ready to unload.

I was right there with him, primed for my second climax. As he released a final moan and started jetting, I was swept away by ecstasy on his hot spurts of cream.

From the other bed, I heard the sounds of similar orgasmic throes. Nate must have just shot his spunk into Dorothy, carrying her off to carnal nirvana based on the noises she made.

Eventually, Pete rolled off me and lay with half-lidded eyes, his mouth slack in a dreamy smile.

Dorothy and I stood up at the same time, so in sync we didn’t even need to coordinate ourselves. We were of the same mind, determined to recreate that crazy night of long ago.

We paused to high-five each other in passing, then leaned in for a kiss. Her lips were lovely and soft, and the contact kindled an unexpected pleasure in me. She gave my tit a gentle squeeze, and I reached around to briefly grope her ass.

Then we each went on our way, heading for the other bed, where a spent man lay.

Nate didn’t seem to realize what was going on until I was hunkered between his legs, cradling his nuts and lowering my mouth to his half-hard organ. I wanted him fully erect, and blowing him was the easiest way to get him there, I figured.

I tasted Dorothy’s cunt on his cock as I sucked him down to his balls. The flavor further aroused me. Nate must have been getting a thrill out of my effort, too, since he got as hard as a steel shaft in a matter of seconds.

On the other bed, Dorothy was reviving Pete with some oral worship of her own. I hoped she liked my taste on his rod.

I climbed onto Nate and lowered my pussy onto his cock. He gazed up at me longingly, reaching up to caress my tits. I started riding him, and a fresh swell of pleasure flared through my body.

I didn’t dally. I rocked on him with merciless joy. My head whipped from side to side, and the mattress squeaked beneath us. A fiery rapture opened up within me. As it started to take me, Nate cried out, “Ella! Ella!”

His come shot up into me as I climaxed. It was like fireworks, freedom and ecstasy. Incredible.

The guys didn’t stay the night. We sent them on their way, then Dorothy and I stood there, naked and sweaty, before taking each other’s hands and heading to the nearest bed. We’d done everything else together, so why not?