She was a cute little thing, that sexy stranger. I hadn’t seen Samantha do a double take on a girl like that since college. I couldn’t help but smile.

“You think she’s a sweet little number, don’t you,” I teased, before taking a swig of my beer.

The patio at the resort was hopping. People were drinking, dancing and laughing. The boisterous crowd was stained by red and pink neon lights. We noticed the girl had gone to the bar.

“I am a happily married woman,” Samantha said.

“And?”

“And you are my husband.”

“And?”

“And… ” She looked at me pensively as she played with the cocktail straw of her fancy fruity concoction. “It’s vacation. Vacations are supposed to be wild. We’re supposed to let our hair down and do fun things.”

“Is she’s a fun thing?” I asked.

“She looks pretty damn fun to me. But who says she’s available?” Sam bemoaned. But she shifted in her seat when she said it. I knew that shift. That was her horny, “my pussy is wet” shift.

“Go find out.”

Sam wasn’t gone long. She came back with a mischievous smile on her face and a twinkle in her eyes. “Her name is Wendy. She’ll meet us up in the room in an hour.”

My heart thudded with excitement.

Sam sat down and ordered us two more drinks, which we finished along with our appetizers before we headed upstairs to get ready to receive our guest.

We practically fell through the doorway to our room. I pressed my wife against the wall and kissed her furiously.

“Tell me what you’re going to do,” I growled in her ear, shoving my hand beneath her dress. I pushed my fingers beneath the crotch of her panties. She was wet.

I shoved my fingers inside her, pushing them deep and flexing them hard. She moaned into my mouth as she clutched my shoulders.

“I’m going to kiss her and touch her.”

I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and then plunged them back in.

“And lick her little pussy and make her come.”

She was panting as I fucked her with my fingers. She was so fired up it didn’t take much to make her come, and when she climaxed, my cock — which was as hard as stone inside my jeans — jerked reflexively.

Not long afterward, there was a knock on the door.

We broke apart, disheveled and laughing softly.

“Coming!” Samantha called. Then she chuckled again at her own joke.

I settled into the window seat. I wanted to get comfortable for the show.

I heard a murmuring conversation at the door, and then my wife led our new friend in by the hand and introduced us.

Wendy gave me a nod, and then my wife was kissing her, and my hand was in my lap grinding against my raging erection.

Samantha cupped the back of Wendy’s head, letting her fingers play with the woman’s short dark hair. My wife gently nibbled on her friend’s lips. But Wendy wasn’t passive — or shy. She pushed her hand up under Samantha’s dress just as I had moments ago.

When she found Sam’s warmth and wetness, she hummed — even as her mouth was still locked in their kiss. My wife unzipped her own dress and let Wendy pull it down. It fell around her feet, and she stepped out of it and turned, so Wendy could yank down her panties. Samantha was braless, and Wendy’s seeking mouth targeted one of her nipples. When she drew on it, Sam let her head fall back with the pleasure of it.

Wendy pushed her fingers inside my naked wife. She slid them in and out slowly. Samantha was still super wet from our fast and dirty encounter, so I could hear the slippery sounds of Wendy fingering her pussy.

I could tell from the look on her face that Samantha was ready to come again, but with great restraint, she pulled away from her lover. She pushed Wendy back onto the bed and started to undress her.

Watching my horny wife strip another woman was ridiculously arousing. She pulled Wendy’s tank up and slowly worked it over her head. She stopped every few seconds to lean in and kiss her — on the mouth, the shoulder, the collarbone. She pulled her bra cup up and licked a nipple until it stiffened. Then Sam sucked it between her lips, drawing on it hard enough to make Wendy moan and arch her back.

Sam slipped her hand into Wendy’s shorts. She touched her until the woman started to whisper, “Yes, yes, yes.”

Seeing them made me feel I was going to come in my pants, so I kept my hands at my sides as I watched them.

Samantha smiled at the response she was getting and tugged down Wendy’s shorts and then the panties beneath. Finally, she tore off her bra. She pushed Wendy’s thighs wide, skating her nails up their insides and then over her mound.

Wendy reached up and pinched her own nipples.

Samantha cooed at her. She glanced at me, gave me a wink, and then began to kiss her way down the other woman’s body — from her clavicle to her belly button. I watched the taut muscles of Wendy’s stomach ripple from the sensation.

When Samantha kissed her way up the inside of one thigh, placed a chaste kiss on Wendy’s mound, and then kissed her way down the inside of the other thigh, both Wendy and I moaned.

Sam grinned and kept up her teasing until the other woman couldn’t stand it anymore. Wendy grabbed my wife’s head and guided it to her pussy.

“So impatient,” Samantha said, but she relented. She spread Wendy’s pussy lips with her fingers and licked her. Wendy sighed. Sam licked her again, then began steadily lapping at her with her tongue. Wendy held the back of Sam’s head, pushing her hips up and bumping her eager cunt against my wife’s face.

Sam pressed her open mouth to Wendy’s pussy. She worked her lips and tongue over the tender flesh. I watched her pull back and suck on the woman’s clit. Wendy arched up, panting and yelling as she came.

I sighed as Sam sat back on her haunches, looking very pleased with herself.

She glanced at me and then down at Wendy and asked, “Would you mind if my husband joined us?”

Wendy, still catching her breath, shook her head and said, “Of course not.”

Samantha crooked a finger at me as she straddled the woman and slowly moved up to hover over her face. Her knees were on either side of Wendy’s head, and I could see where this was going.

“Why don’t you come over here and give her another climax with your tongue? Make sure you finish her off good. And let’s hear you come! I expect you to be jerking off, baby.”

I laughed, but I was more than willing to obey my playful wife.

With that, Samantha settled low over Wendy’s face. Wendy put her arms beneath her head and energetically licked my wife’s pussy. I dropped my pants and sat between Wendy’s spread legs. I could smell her wet pussy. Watching her lick Sam’s cunt was mesmerizing. Her long pink tongue flicked and danced between my wife’s folds.

Sam writhed in ecstasy, her ass flexing with every motion.

I admired the sexy scene for another moment, and then pushed my face to the place where my wife’s had just been. I tickled Wendy’s clit with my tongue, and her hips started to bump up and down. I spread her outer lips and licked along her every crease, slathering her pink skin with my spit. I slid a finger inside her and felt her pussy grip me tight.

Above me on the bed, she mimicked what I was doing. She slipped her fingers into Samantha’s pussy and fucked her.

I hummed with arousal. I sucked Wendy’s clit, flicking it with my tongue every few seconds. I curled my fingers, feeling her pussy give up a rush of fluid. She was close. So fucking close.

And so was Sam, up there on the bed, bucking her hips. Wendy reached up with her free hand and cupped my wife’s ass.

Sam glanced over her shoulder and said, “I don’t hear you jerking off, baby. Let’s hear it.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I answered playfully.

I grabbed my rigid cock and started to stroke myself. I made sure she could hear the fwap, fwap, fwap of my fist on my rod. It always tickled her for some reason, and making Samantha happy made me happy.

I resumed eating our guest. Her cunt was slick, and her wetness dripped down my chin as I teased her with my tongue. Meanwhile, I also stroked myself furiously, knowing if I maintained my pace, I’d climax and that would be that.

But Samantha came first, and her cries seemed to set off Wendy. The brunette’s pussy clenched around my driving fingers. Her flowing juices slickened my face, and she cried out against Sam’s cunt as she climaxed.

I sat back, watching the women and beating off. I wanted to hold on as long as I could, but it was getting difficult.

Sam dropped her ass onto the bed, and Wendy sat up. They both looked at me.

“You didn’t come, baby,” my wife said.

“Not yet,” I said, shrugging my shoulders.

“Hmm. What can we do about that?”

She scooted against the headboard and spread her legs, planting her feet on the mattress. She started to play with her pussy, shoving the fingers of one hand into her cunt. Wendy joined Samantha at the headboard. She assumed the exact same position and started to finger herself, grinding the heel of her hand against her clit. She jammed four fingers into her drenched cunt.

I was transfixed by the sight of them as I knelt on the bed and continued to work my cock. My breathing was erratic as I focused on them with an unblinking stare.

“We think you should come,” Samantha said. She had that playful twinkle in her eye again.

“Yeah?” I gasped. I was getting so close. My body hummed with need.

Samantha glanced at our guest and said, “We do, right?”

Wendy pushed her fingers deep, staring at me as she said, “We do. I do. Because I’m going to come in a moment. Again. And I think it would be awesome if you did, too.”

“See that?” Sam said. She worked her clit with her fingertips, the way she liked best.

I stopped stroking and squeezed my cock. I rubbed the pre-come at the tip across the head and felt a surge of pleasure.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Wendy shouted as she climaxed. This time she squirted, and I stared slack-jawed.

“Oh yeah,” Sam said, and then she surrendered to yet another orgasm.

I started stroking again, and it only took a moment for my crisis to hit. I groaned, letting my head fall back as I came — happy that my wife is kinky and has very good taste in strangers.