Tim and I decided to get away from our cold, gray city and go somewhere warm and bright. We’d had enough of dreary skies, frigid winds and early sunsets.

We packed up our most lightweight clothes and headed out on vacation. We each had two weeks off from work and were both in desperate need of some R&R.

The exterior of our hotel was a gorgeous. Bone white with rich green accents and palm trees surrounding a luxe courtyard. After checking in, we made our way through the lobby and passed an adjacent lounge. I marveled at the tropical dishes, the frozen drinks, the colorful décor and the vibrant local art.

I squeezed Tim’s hand as we boarded the elevator.

“Best decision we’ve made in ages,” I said, smiling broadly.

He patted my ass and kissed my cheek before saying, “Indeed. It should be a fun time. We can sleep late, fuck a lot, eat good food and forget all our troubles.”

“Perfect.”

As we approached our room, I saw a very tall man at the end of the hall. From where I stood, it was hard to tell his exact height. But I guessed he was at least six-foot-six. He was trim with broad shoulders and sandy-colored hair. He wore a T-shirt and boardshorts. I couldn’t stop gawking at him and felt a rush of arousal

“Put your tongue away, lady,” Tim said, laughing.

“Sorry,” I replied, somewhat sheepishly.

“I’m not. I’ll keep it in mind,” he said.

I looked at him, trying to decipher what his comment meant, then I asked, “Meaning?”

“Meaning exactly what I said.” He smacked my ass hard enough to make me yelp, and the man at the end of the hall looked up.

I felt my cheeks seriously heat with a mix of lust and embarrassment.

I ducked into our room, and Tim followed close behind. He dropped the bags he’d carried and grabbed the ice bucket.

“I’m going to get ice, so we can toast our arrival. There’s a good bottle of tequila on its way up. I requested it upon our arrival,” he told me.

“Ooh, look at you,” I said. “How fancy!”

Then he was gone, and I was thinking of the hunk I’d seen at the end of the hall.

I sat on the bed and shrugged off my jeans. That left me in panties and a tee. I’d slipped off my hoodie before we’d left the airport. We’d gone from frigid to fabulous.

The air conditioner blew deliciously cool air, and the sky outside was turning the color of fire at the very beginning of sunset.

I settled back on the broad bed and started to stroke myself through my panties.

The door swung open, and I heard Tim chuckle as he entered our room.

“I didn’t realize we were starting the fucking right out of the gate,” he joked.

There was the thud of a bottle on the dresser. He must’ve met room service in the hall.

Tim settled between my legs, hooked his fingers in the sides of my panties and tugged them down and off. I shivered as he kissed up the inside of my right thigh, placed a chaste smooch on my mound, and then kissed down the inside of my left thigh. His fingers brushed the opening of my pussy, gathering and trailing moisture over my sensitive slit. Another chaste kiss turned not so innocent at the end. His tongue slipped over my thumping clitoris.

“It’s Sam,” he whispered.

I pushed my fingers into his hair and tugged on it a little. Lifting my hips, I pushed my clit against his lips. The swipe of his wet tongue was heaven, and I found myself floating higher and higher on the pleasure.

My brain caught up with his words, and I asked, “What did you say?”

“It’s Sam,” he repeated, then he grinned up at me from between my parted legs.

“Who’s Sam?” I asked.

While keeping eye contact with me, Tim deliberately extended his tongue and dragged it up and over my clit. I yelped and shivered, which seemed to amuse him a great deal.

“Sam’s the name of the guy we saw at the end of the hall. I invited him to our room tomorrow night. For a drink, and maybe some…entertainment.”

I stared at him in shock as he went back to eating my pussy. We’d only brought another man into our bed twice, and it had been wonderfully fun. The thought of doing it a third time was intoxicating to me.

Tim’s fingers worked me from the inside. Soon I was coming, my back arching and my body shivering.

I rose, pushed my husband back, unfastened his pants and went for his hard cock. I straddled him, slowly sinking down onto his dick. Rising and falling, I rode him vigorously, my hips rocking wildly.

Tim groaned, and I followed suit, leaning forward just a bit and pinning his arms to the mattress.

“You’re so bad,” I panted. “You’re so kinky and horny, and so fucking hot.”

I rolled my hips some more and sped up my actions, grinding against him and getting him exactly where I wanted him — and needed him.

Tim thrust up from under me, and within moments, we both came.

“Tomorrow night,” he said. “Tomorrow night, we’ll have a grand adventure.”

We made love leisurely the next morning and had a very late brunch. We walked along the beach, and I dashed in and out of the surf, screaming at how chilly the water was.

“We could be home in the terrible snowstorm that’s going on right now,” he said, scrolling on his phone. “This says eight inches by lunchtime. And if you look right now, with the wind chill it’s negative six — and falling fast.”

“Eesh,” I said.

“Instead, we’re here on this beach, ready to get some drinks. And you, you get to experience some new cock tonight.”

I blushed, feeling my body heat from the top of my breasts to my face.

“What about you?” I asked. “Are you going to join the festivities?”

“We’ll see,” he said, looking coy. “Maybe. Maybe not. It depends.”

“Thanks for the nonanswer,” I teased him.

He gave me a sharp crack on the ass, and I squealed, laughing hysterically.

We got some fancy drinks with umbrellas at a beach bar and sat, watching people walk along the sand.

By dinnertime, I was practically vibrating with anticipation.

We got ready for a light meal. I slipped on a black sundress and wore bright coral beads around my neck. Energized by the day’s sun, I was bursting with happiness. I was glad we’d traded gray skies for a tropical paradise.

As we stood in our room, Tim wrapped his muscular arms around me from behind and kissed the side of my neck.

“I must admit, I can’t wait to see that giant of a guy fuck my wife.”

“And your wife can’t wait to be fucked by that giant,” I replied.

“He told me he’s here on business. So this will be good for him. Some relaxation, while my hot wife sucks his dick.”

I hummed appreciatively at the mental image. Tim cupped my tits. He massaged them, squeezing my erect nipples hard enough to make me hiss between my teeth.

“We’d better go eat. Eight o’clock will be here before you know it, and then it’s time for some fun,” he said.

Despite our dinner looking delicious, I couldn’t tell you what it tasted like. My mind was elsewhere, and my husband knew it.

Beneath the tablecloth, his hand kept sliding up my thigh. His pinkie would tickle my panty-covered mound, and I’d subtly squirm. He’d grin, and I’d shake my head and sigh. But my sighs were good-natured.

“You know you’re driving me bonkers, right?” I whispered.

Beneath the table, I felt his fingers brush my pussy again.

“Yeah, I know,” he said, looking pleased with himself.

“You’re cruel,” I said.

“Not cruel. I’m priming the pump,” he reasoned.

I saw Sam enter the dining room, and my heart leapt.

“What time is it?” I asked.

“Nearly seven.”

“He’s over there.”

This time, Tim’s finger ran very deliberately over the split of my sex, nudging my clitoris.

“He’s probably here to eat dinner. Has to keep up his strength.”

He was indeed there for a meal. A table for one — a steak, a salad and a beer, which he enjoyed solo.

I kept glancing over, and Sam kept feigning ignorance — until the final time when he looked up, met my gaze and gave me a sexy smirk.

Eventually, his waiter brought the bill, and Tim signaled for ours to do the same. As the tabs were being paid, the butterflies in my stomach had turned into an electric buzzing sensation.

With a nod toward Sam, Tim rose, took my hand and led me to the elevator. The ride up to our room felt like it took an eternity. Tim continued to grip my hand, and I was completely aware of how utterly soaked I was between my legs.

In our room, I primped for a moment, then sat on the edge of the bed. Sam’s knock on the door startled me, making me jump.

“Take it easy, love,” Tim said.

My husband opened the door, and our new friend’s hulking frame practically filled the doorway.

Sam entered, fixed his eyes on me and confessed, “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

I practically melted. Tim chuckled as he closed the door. He was no doubt amused by the expression on my face. But then my husband took a step back and sat in the high-backed chair by the nightstand. From that vantage point, he was out of the way but could still see everything.

Sam extended his hand, and I took it. He drew me up onto my feet and gave me a little twirl.

“You’re even more gorgeous up close. I didn’t think it was possible,” he murmured.

I shyly dipped my head.

Sam dragged his fingertips over my puckered nipples, which made obvious peaks beneath the bodice of my dress.

In no time flat, he was tugging the garment up over my head. I stood there, before him in my panties and nothing else, feeling utterly exposed.

This time, when he touched my nipples there was nothing between us. Nothing at all.

He bent to kiss me. One hand was in my hair, anchoring my head so his kiss could devour me. I stood on tiptoe as his hands slid along my hips and ass, and finally pushed my panties down my thighs.

I heard a soft grunt from Tim. Knowing his eyes were on us, I shivered.

I wanted it all at once. I wanted to suck Sam’s cock, I wanted him to go down on me, I wanted to fuck him on top, and I wanted him to take me from behind. My whole mind whirled with a flood of desires.

His mouth closed over my nipple, and he bit that pink nub hard enough to make me jerk in his embrace.

I pulled back and pushed Sam onto the bed. I didn’t actually propel him. He was much too big, but he easily went along with my desires.

Tugging off his shorts and his boxers, I found his long, thick cock standing at attention. My hair hid my face as I lowered my mouth to take his dick between my lips.

“That’s a good girl,” Tim said from the corner. “She sucks amazing cock.”

Sam grunted with appreciation as my lips slid down his shaft. He pushed his fingers into my hair, wrapped a hank around his hand and tugged softly. I pulled up and gasped around his crown before taking him down to the base again.

His cock was nearly too thick to be contained by my fist, but I started stroking him while tonguing his tip. He arched his back, thrusting up like he wanted to fuck my face to completion.

But I wasn’t ready to let him get off so easy.

I pulled my lips off his rod, but I kept stroking him. I thought I had him right where I wanted him, but he snagged me and tugged me toward him. In one swift motion, he pushed me onto my back and was suddenly looming over my crotch.

His lips latched onto my pussy, his tongue sliding along my folds and eagerly lapping at my clit. I squirmed eagerly against his greedy mouth. His fingers danced along my inner thighs and stroked my mound. A warm sensation of utter arousal flooded me.

I realized Tim had walked up to the bed. I met his gaze, and his lips curled upward in a small smile. I reached out a hand, and he took it. My husband stroked my inner wrist with his thumb as our guest ate my pussy with glee. When Sam pushed his fingers deep inside me and curled them just so, I lost it. I came so hard I felt the rush of my juices, and my body danced with released tension.

Sam looked up from between my thighs and saw my hubby holding my hand.

“Maybe we need to get Tim in on the fun. What do you think?” he asked rhetorically.

Sam flipped me over onto my belly, angling me so I nearly faced my husband. Sam’s manipulations were so quick I let out a little whoop. He ran his hands over my ass, moving them in quick circles. Then he dragged his fingertips along my flesh, tickling me wildly. I shivered and hung my head. My pussy was so wet, swollen and ready to fuck. I could hardly stand the anticipation.

“Please,” I managed to say in a hushed whisper. “Please.”

He hiked my lower half up. I braced myself on hands and knees on the mattress.

“Come on, Tim,” Sam said. “Join us. She’s practically vibrating at the thought of having you play with us.”

Sam’s voice was rich, deep and friendly. I silently willed Tim to join us. I guessed there was a 50-50 chance. But then I heard the rustle of my husband’s clothing as he began to undress.

Behind me, Sam teased my pussy with his cockhead. I felt his shaft’s smooth skin dragging over my wet slit. He’d push in just the tiniest bit and then withdraw. All the while, I watched Tim finish unfastening his pants and take them off. His boxers went next. Then his hard cock was exposed, and I licked my lips, locking eyes with him.

“I bet she’d like to be filled at both ends,” Sam said, his voice washing over me like a warm wave.

Sam’s hands gripped my hips tight. He slid into me slowly at first. But his next thrust took my breath away. His cock was seated deep in my pussy, and I groaned. Tim slid his dick over my lips, teasing me with the touch of his crown. But my lips opened wide, and he held my head and aimed his dick at my face.

There were hands on me from behind and hands in my hair. I was locked in a dance with the two of them. A luxurious push-and-pull. Sam rocked into me hard, pushing my mouth onto my husband’s cock.

I groaned some more, and Tim stroked my hair gently. His familiar taste and the smell of his cologne overwhelmed my senses. Behind me, Sam’s unfamiliar hands held me tight, and his thick cock was stretching my cunt in the most amazing way.

My pussy clenched around his shaft, and I heard him moan. It was a magical sound. It was as hot as fuck, and I wanted more. I clenched my snatch around him again, drawing my muscles tight and triggering another moan from my new lover.

Tim pushed into my mouth so far he nudged into my throat. He let out a noise of his own. Making two men utter such sounds of absolute pleasure made my own ecstasy soar.

Taking cock, sucking cock — I found my own rhythm, rocking between the new man I coveted and the man I’d long loved.

I gasped as Sam’s cock brushed my G-spot.

“Right there. She likes that,” Tim said, stroking my hair.

Sam knew just what to do, giving me short, fast thrusts. His continued slamming into the perfect spot inside me caused me to lose it. I shuddered and groaned as my cunt spasmed around him. And when the hardest contraction hit, I felt his body go rigid. His fingertips dug into my flesh, his body banging hard against mine. He came inside me in hot, wet spurts. He continued to thrust, even as his dick softened in my sloppy cunt.

Tim tugged my hair lightly, drawing my attention back to him. I worked my mouth over his cock, licking and sucking as he slid in and out of my face. His shaft glistened with my spit.

“Did you like that, baby girl?” my husband asked.

I managed a nod as I continued to blow him. He was salty and smooth on my tongue, and I could tell by the way he was moving that he was seriously on the edge — barely hanging on.

When Tim withdrew most of the way, I sucked his cockhead like it was a lollipop.

His fingers tightened in my hair. He hissed between his teeth with pleasure and need.

I licked and sucked, and focused all my energy on sending my husband over the brink. Sam had pulled out of my cunt, but I still felt him behind me. I knew he was watching the show.

It only took a few more licks, and Tim was filling my mouth with his cream. I loved the warm oceanic taste of him.

“Fuck,” Tim said. “Fuck. All these years, and you still get me every time.”

Sam poured us some tequila shots as Tim kissed me passionately.

“This is a work trip I won’t soon forget,” our guest said. His rejuvenated cock was already bobbing to life. My amused husband watched me watching that hunk of man-meat.

I swallowed my shot and asked, “How long are you here?”

“I leave in the morning,” Sam said.

My face must’ve shown my disappointment because he quickly added, “We still have the rest of the night, if you’re interested.”

I couldn’t stifle my smile.

Tim smiled and interjected, “I think she’s interested.”

And Sam’s ramrod stiff cock told me I wasn’t the only one.