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“Just to go over it again – what you’re saying is that you…” Swan pointed at Snowy “…had sex with her…” he pointed at Lydia “…and him...” he pointed at me “…one night when you got drunk and played strip poker?” he finally finished.

“Yep,” Snowy replied casually as if the question was about the weather.

Well, it turned out to be a peculiar last few hours in our little apartment in Zuljana, in southern Croatia. After an incredible morning, topped off by brazen displays of sexual affection between Lydia and me, and between Snowy and Swan, right there on the beach, things got a little – awkward, which means that the backstory to that question should be discussed.

Back on the beach, I was still not sure whether Snowy was suffering from a severe post-orgasmic bliss, or if she made a conscious choice when she decided to tell Swan everything about the night she, Lydia, and I had a while back in Lydia’s and my apartment. However, she went through with it.

Once our hormone levels subsided a bit, and we all crashed into the shallow sea – partly to cool off, partly to wash off – Swan naturally became very inquisitive about Snowy’s claim that she, Lydia and I were friends that shared everything imaginable. Since that statement was a reply to Swan’s wonder about the fact that he just witnessed Lydia and me having oral sex right there in front of Snowy and him, while Snowy sucked his cock off and received a proper oral satisfaction from him, he connected the dots pretty quickly. After all, Swan was a pretty smart guy, and now the whole storyline of the morning started to seem not-so-random to him.

Snowy managed to ward him off for the next fifteen minutes or so while we were still on the beach – Lydia and me cuddling and playing with each other independently from Snowy and Swan, immensely satisfied that more of our fantasies were becoming real. Once we realized it was almost noon, we decided to pack up and go back into the shade of our apartment and its lovely terrace. On the way back, Snowy gave Swan full disclosure of the night she spent with Lydia and me – playing strip-poker, getting naked, getting aroused and, finally, having all sorts of great sex with us.

Lydia mentioned to Swan that Snowy and she had sex, and he was rather pleased with that information. However, now he learned that I was also included in that combo, and he took it – well, unsurely. He was genuinely thrown back and had no idea how to react. He was not throwing a fit, showing any jealousy, or getting emotional in any standard way. What he did, basically, once we got back to our lodging, was that he said he needed to think for some time and went straight inside. Then he picked up some book and sat down on the sofa-turned-bed, while the rest of us went about our way.

Lydia and I went to our room to change (even though there was nothing to change from or into, since our current attire was completely dry and unworn), and Snowy sat on the terrace, logged into the wi-fi and browsed something on her phone. As it appeared, there were limits to Swan’s open-mindedness, and Snowy just crossed them spectacularly, killing all the positive buzz we managed to create on the beach.

“Fuck,” I said to Lydia as we both undressed and stretched naked on our bed, “you think there will be problems now?”

“I don’t have a clue,” Lydia replied. “I mean, things were going perfectly. I don’t get her sometimes.”

“Yeah,” I sighed, feeling the recently awoken fantasy of having sex with Snowy vanishing into impossibility. “I can’t tell if she just blurted out or-“

“Probably,” Lydia said, turning to face me. “I mean, she came like an a****l just seconds before. She probably felt so on top of the World that it seemed like an excellent idea at the moment.”

“Fucking brainfarts,” I said and made a farting sound with my mouth, making Lydia chuckle.

“You think they might leave after this?” Lydia asked me, genuinely worried about the prospect.

“Maybe,” I said. “As long as he doesn’t beat the shit out of me, I’ll live with it.”

Lydia smiled, but realized I wasn’t just joking about it: “So, what now?”

“Like, right now?”

“Yeah, like, do we just go out of our room and act like it’s all cool?” Lydia wondered, both asking herself and me in the process.

“Um, I guess,” I said unsurely. “I mean, it would be kind of stupid if we locked ourselves in until Swan decides how to react. Also, I’m hungry.”

“I could make some pasta or something,” Lydia said. “You know what? This is our vacation. Yeah, we did try and impose our sexual beliefs on him a bit too quickly, but it’s not as if he was complaining. So, I suggest we stop worrying and let him sulk as long as he wants, and then Snowy and he should work it out one way or another. We should behave just as we wanted to.”

“What? Walk around naked casually as he contemplates the fact that my cock was once balls-deep inside his girlfriend?” I asked.

“Why not?” Lydia asked. “We went way past just being naked in front of each other. Also, it’s not as if you fucked her yesterday – it was way back before they even knew each other. If that is too big of a problem for him, maybe he should track down all of the guys she ever had sex with.”

“OK. You’ve got the point,” I said. “I’m just trying to put myself in his shoes, you know. He’s the odd one out now. And maybe he feels a bit played by Snowy – he has probably figured out by now that a lot of what we did was staged.”

“So?” Lydia asked. “We weren’t trying to take his money. We wanted to make him feel comfortable and work him into our joint fantasy.”

“Yeah, but…” I stopped, trying to form a sentence that would make any sense. It was actually funny, how I was much better at understanding Swan’s current state of mind, and actually trying to protect him. “OK. Let’s put it this way – I don’t think he has any problems with the sex part of the story, both the old one and the one we had on the beach just a few hours ago – but I do think he has a problem with Snowy hiding the fact that we were more than just friends.”

“But she didn’t lie to him,” Lydia said. “She just didn’t tell him everything immediately.”

“And therein lies the problem,” I concluded. “The way I see it, he’s a lot like me. I mean, Snowy got him to come here, but she conveniently forgot to tell him one of the most important things about our history. And he feels a bit hurt.”

“OK, sure, I can understand that,” Lydia said. “But why is me having sex with Snowy not a problem, and you having sex with Snowy is a problem?”

“Because, from a standard male perspective, you are not a competition,” I explained to her. “Come on, you know most men dream about lesbian sex. But me… I’m a guy. I do everything he does, and I can even – on some primal level of understanding – take her away from him. It’s not rational, it’s instinctive.”

“And they say women are complicated,” Lydia smirked. “So, why aren’t you having the same problem – you know, with me wanting to have sex with other men?”

“Because I’m anything but the standard male framework,” I said proudly. “I don’t consider every guy to be a competition. Also, if you’d left me for a guy just because he fucked you once or twice, then this whole thing between you and me is not real. I don’t equal emotions and sex.”

“And Swan does?” Lydia asked.

“I don’t know,” I said. “But if he is like most guys, he’s protective and… Ah, shit, I’m tired of pondering about it. Let’s just go out and be ourselves, and if Swan has his problems - fuck him! Maybe he’s not the one for Snowy after all.”

Lydia kissed me and smiled at me lovingly. Then she got up and headed out of the room without bothering to even think about putting anything on. Also, she wiggled her ass at me as she passed the door, stirring my groin a little bit.

I stayed in the room for a little while – just to see if the guy was going to react to Lydia’s nakedness in the wrong way. You may call me a coward, and yeah, he seemed like a great guy overall, but the fact was that we didn’t know him at all – hell, even Snowy didn’t know a lot of things about him. For one, he didn’t seem to be an aggressive type, so I was sufficiently convinced that there was no risk of him doing anything stupid and wrong to Lydia. But, as the minutes past and Lydia was not returning, I decided it was safe to exit the room and to see what the afternoon was going to bring us.

I got into the living room and found only Swan there. He looked up at me and gave me his trademark smile. Also, he gave all of naked me a proper scan without showing any non-verbal uncomfortableness.

“Hey, dude,” he said. “So, I see you go clothes-optional all the time, not just on the beach?”

“Lyd and I decided we wanted that kind of vacation, yeah,” I said, smiling back at him, but still feeling cautious about any potential change in his mood.

“I’m amazed with you two,” Swan said, his voice toned with appreciation rather than any negative feeling. “I’ve never met a couple like you. Hell, I’ve never met people like you, period.”

“Well, you actually met us in our high-point,” I replied sincerely. For some reason, I found that giving him anything but truthful answers was practically mission impossible. His smile and evident sincerity were having the gravity of their own. It was probably the reason why even Snowy couldn’t contain the secret anymore.

“Yeah, I can understand that,” he said. “But still, dude…”

“Yeah…”

“Hey… Look, I know this is…” he stammered a bit, trying to find the right combination of words. “Go outside with the girls if that’s where you wanted to go. I’ll come out in a couple of minutes. I think I almost figured myself out, and I’ll tell you all about it. You OK with that?”

“Um… Sure,” I replied, a small pang of guilt hitting me for some reason. “I’ll be outside,” I said awkwardly, pointing in that direction with my thumb and continuing my walk towards the terrace.

The outside terrace was perfectly positioned. There was no upper floor, it was surrounded by thick growth from both sides, and since it was overlooking the small pine formation stretching down to the shore, no one could see us from anywhere but from the inside of the apartment. The only place where anyone could surprise us from was by arriving down the stairs from the street level – and we would be able to hear that enough in advance, as the place was so silent and serene that any vehicle or person approaching our location was clearly discernable from any other traffic. Lydia was sitting at the table, opposite to Snowy. As I opened the balcony door, they both looked my way.

“Wow!” Snowy exclaimed as she saw me coming out in the buff. “You two decided that clothes were out of fashion or something?”

“We have proudly declared this place a clothing-optional zone,” I said. “And our option is no clothes.”

“Well, I’d say something really nice about that, but I’ll wait some more until I’m in the clear,” Snowy whispered as I sat down next to Lydia.

“Anyway, Snowy was just telling me that this is sort of normal for Swan,” Lydia said to me, and then turned to Snowy: “Tell him what you told me. He was worried that Swan might go berserk or something.”

Snowy laughed at me. “Wha… God no! He’s the kindest, gentlest guy I’ve ever met. I’ve never even seen him react in a mildly aggressive way to anything.”

“Does he know any martial arts?” I asked.

“He’s a regional champion in some type of kickboxing or something,” Snowy replied, and I flinched. “But don’t ask me more about it, it’s not as if he brags about it. Also, I couldn’t care less. I mean, I didn’t even know about it until I first came to his dorm room and saw the trophies.”

“So, he could kick my ass if he wanted to?” I asked, worried a bit that he just might decide to stop being calm and relaxed.

“He could beat you up senselessly,” Snowy chuckled. “But he never would. I think they are forbidden to use their skills outside the ring unless it’s justified self-defense. He’d get kicked out of the sport for good or something.”

“So, I just have to be careful not to provoke him in any way,” I concluded, remembering to look him up online.

“Oh, stop it,” Snowy dismissed me with a wave of her hand. “This is normal for him. Like, when there is something he needs to contemplate, he just retreats for a while and holds a book in his hand until he figures out what he needs to figure out. And then he just comes back and tells me his conclusions. If there’s something to talk about, we talk about it some more, and that’s it.”

“What if he’s thinking about leaving or something like that?” Lydia asked.

“Well, he might, or he might not. I’ve learned to accept his ways and not to bother myself with it until he decides,” Snowy said.

“If he says he wants to leave, what will you say?” I asked.

“I’ll try to talk him out of it, of course,” Snowy replied. “Guys, he’s not a Buddhist monk or some stubborn-headed donkey - his mind can be changed, you know. This is just his way of introspection – it might be cultural or not, I don’t know, but it is as it is.”

“So, if any of us went in there now and tried-“ Lydia began to ask the obvious, yet a clearly redundant question.

“Don’t. He’ll just politely tell you to leave until he’s done,” Snowy replied to her without any doubt, and I nodded, remembering how he just did that to me. Lydia also nodded in understanding.

“OK, on a related subject – how did you like the beach?” I asked, accompanying the question with a devilish grin.

Snowy’s eyes closed and she took in a deep breath, releasing a soft ‘Mmm’ sound through her closed mouth. Then she looked at us and whispered: “I don’t know what you guys have, and how it works on me, but I can barely think about anything else besides sex ever since we got here.”

“So, you wouldn’t mind-“

“Doing it again? And again, and again? What do you think?” Snowy asked rhetorically.

Just as I was about to form another sentence, the glass door to the apartment opened and Swan stepped onto the terrace, smiling as ever. We all quieted down, and Snowy bit her lip in expectation. Swan sat down next to her, leaned at her and gave her a soft kiss on the lips.

The seconds seemed to drag in suspense as Swan looked at each of us separately, baring his white teeth behind his widening smile in the process. Both Lydia and I held our breaths as if he was about to pronounce the lottery winners and we had fifty percent winning chance. Maybe he did that on purpose, perhaps not, but I wanted to shout out: ‘Man, you’re killing us, spit it out!’ Finally, he spoke: “Just to go over it again – what you’re saying is that you…” he pointed at Snowy “…had sex with her…” he pointed at Lydia “…and him...” he pointed at me “…one night when you got drunk and played strip poker?” he finally finished.

“Yep,” Snowy replied casually as if the question was about the weather.

“Man…” he said, chuckling. “I can’t say I wasn’t concerned a bit – you know, on account that I’ve never been in a similar situation. But, as things go, I can’t say I have anything negative to say about that. However…”

As he made a dramatic pause, three hearts skipped a beat.

“However, I needed to see if it hurt me that Snowy never told me about it,” Swan continued, and I sighed quietly – both feeling good with myself for reading him properly and feeling bad because I hoped I was wrong. “And you know what? It would be selfish of me to be hurt about it. I came into the picture much later, and my emotions shouldn’t be affected by that. Even worse would be the hypocrisy of me being OK with Lydia and Snowy fucking, and not being OK with Mark and Snowy fucking.” He spoke in a professorial, precise tone of voice – one where it seemed he was both practicing the speech in his mind and just speaking his mind as it went. What he did achieve was that we were all staring at him like he was delivering a long-awaited prophecy. I had no idea what he was studying - or even if he had any higher education - but he definitely had immense capabilities and he was going to be a rock-star of whatever job he was going to take on. If he was to be a lawyer, his closing arguments would probably win over even the most biased juries.

“I mean, what happened down on the beach was out of this world for me,” Swan kept on talking, this time looking at Lydia and me. “You two are one of those couples that majority of people only hear about, but almost no one knows if they actually exist. People that take sexual freedoms as their natural right and enjoy sex to the max. And…” he paused again, allowing Lydia and me to smile at each other and grab our hands under the table. “I fucking love it!” he finally exclaimed.

“Thank you for the compliment,” Lydia said. “But what does all that mean?”

“It means he’s totally cool with everything,” Snowy interjected, smiling wide at Swan.

“Yeah, I’m cool with it,” Swan said. “And I wouldn’t mind… You know, to try out how it will work while we’re here.”

“Wow!” Lydia said, grinning so hard she was unable to properly form the words. She gave him the most suggestive of all looks, and asked: “So, how… Um, how do you propose we continue from here?”

Instead of replying, Swan got up from the bench, walked over to the small clothes rack that was currently sporting wet stuff from the beach, and pulled down his shorts, leaving them on the said rack. Then he casually got back and sat down at the bench.

“I will follow your lead,” Swan said. “By you I also mean Snowy. I am open for just about anything, and whatever you decide should be the limit, I’ll comply.”

Snowy turned to him, grabbed his head and swiftly turned it towards her, giving him the biggest, wettest kiss imaginable, which lasted almost a minute. In that time, Lydia and I fist-bumped, kissed and gave each other the naughtiest looks. Once Snowy finally decided to release Swan from her grip, she got up from the bench, and asked almost in the form of a proclamation: “Beers or something stronger?”

“There’s homemade grappa in the freezer,” Lydia quickly replied. “Bring the bottle and glasses.”

“I’m on it!” Snowy cheerfully hopped inside.

“Guys,” Swan turned to us as soon as Snowy disappeared behind the door, “I have to ask you this, and please be honest: did the three of you plan this thing in the morning, or?”

“Most of it – OK, not really. We planned to make you comfortable getting nude. What happened after that was completely spontaneous.”

“So, you have no other ‘plans’ regarding me?” Swan asked, this time very, very suggestively.

Lydia extended her hand across the table and grabbed his hand. She looked him in the eyes and, using the most seductive voice she could produce, replied: “Well, how about we wing it from here, and just see where it takes us?”

Swan’s eyes focused on Lydia, as it was clearly visible what went through his head as she said it and, more importantly, how she said it. I couldn’t see below his waist, but I was sure his dick was not entirely relaxed anymore. Mine wasn’t, that was for sure.
Before the conversation was continued, Snowy exited onto the terrace. She was holding a small, frozen bottle of clear liquid with some herbs inside, and four small shot-glasses. Most importantly, she was completely naked, causing my eyes to bulge out of their sockets and my cock keep on rising. From what I could notice, both Lydia and Swan were also giving her more than interested looks.

“You know, before I had that night with them, I couldn’t imagine being naked like that,” Snowy said. “But now, I just love it! I feel so free – I could do this all day, every day. Well, with you guys, anyway.”

“Alright, Snowy!” Lydia said. “Bare that pretty ass!”

Snowy did a little dance, jiggling her behind as she lowered the glasses, and blew a kiss to Lydia. She poured four shots and sat down. Swan distributed the shots between us, and we all raised our glasses high.

“To whatever comes next,” Swan gave a toast with a wide grin, and we all cheered, clinked our glasses and downed their content. And immediately began to gasp from the sharpness of the drink. Swan quickly got up and ran inside the apartment, bringing a pitcher of water and a couple of big glasses with him. We all gulped water greedily to extinguish the fire in our throats.

“Jesus! This is powerful stuff!” I finally managed to speak out.

“But it tastes great, once you go past the unbelievable amount of alcohol,” Swan concluded.

“Another one?” I asked, already holding the bottle in my hand. Swan nodded immediately, but the girls took some consideration before meekly agreeing with him. I poured four more shots, and quickly filled up the glasses with water to clear out the aftertaste.

“To being naked and free,” I toasted this time.

“Naked and free!” they replied in unison as the glasses clinked again and we downed them as fast as possible, girls going for the water even before they released the small glasses. As we cleared the second shot, we began laughing at nothing. The stuff was strong and it went directly into the head.

“Oh my god! I’m already feeling a bit buzzed,” Snowy said, giggling like some little girl.

“Snowy, want to play some poker?” I asked, making everyone laugh. I was eyeing Swan’s reaction, and it seemed he made complete peace with the fact.

“Really?” she asked. “And what are you going to strip off?”

“Well, there’s the second part of the game…” I implied.

“Oh, no. No, no, no. Not right now,” Snowy replied. “Also, I distinctly remember you saying we were going to play Scrabble the next time around, so…”

“Shit!” Lydia said, focusing all attention to her as she put her head in her hands.

“What happened?” I asked, worried about her reaction.

“We forgot Scrabble at home,” Lydia replied and initiated a burst of laughter from everyone.

“Well, that’s it,” I said, feigning disappointment. “No next time, I guess.”

“Heeey,” Snowy said, but failed to continue her sentence. I couldn’t tell exactly why she was unable to say what she obviously wanted to say, but I guessed that she most probably wanted to contain her open desire to impale on my cock for the moment. She waited for Swan to say anything, but he was content on observing us.

“Guys, I’m gonna make us some lunch,” Lydia spoke out, changing the subject. “Feel free to help me if you want.”

“I’ll help,” Swan immediately offered. “I love to cook.”

“OK,” Lydia said, getting up and stretching her naked body right in front of him for good measure of time, before finally moving away from the bench and heading inside. “Are you coming?” she said to Swan, who was again mesmerized by her beauty. Seeing him react to her, it made me think how we were funny creatures. I mean, he had a gorgeous girlfriend, who I found to be sexy as hell, but when he looked at Lydia his face was almost contorted with enthusiasm – the same way I probably acted when Snowy would walk in front of me, her tits and ass swaying and jiggling as she moved. If Snowy was my girl, and Lydia his, it would almost certainly be vice-versa. Anyway, Swan got up, and I noticed how his member was visibly more substantial than at the moment he sat down.

I smiled at Snowy, and she smiled at me, also noticing the enlargement. Once our significant others disappeared inside, behind the tinted glass, she turned to me and whispered loudly: “Oh my god! I think it’s gonna happen!”

“Well, I see he’s totally into Lydia, and Lydia is into him – sexually, I mean,” I said to her. “Are you OK with it?”

“Um… I think I am,” Snowy said. “I see him staring at her and I don’t feel jealous. I don’t know what would happen if… Shit, when things begin to – you know.”

“And you and me?” I asked. “You still interested-“

“Fuck, yes!” Snowy replied as I felt her foot touching my inner thigh. She wiggled a bit until it reached my junk. I twitched, and Snowy grinned. “There it is, my good friend,” she said as she gently rubbed her foot up and down my already semi-engorged shaft.

“Mhmm…” I grunted and looked down, noticing her toes trying unsuccessfully to grab hold of my member. “And what do you think Swan will say when things begin?”

“Oh, trust me… if he gets his freedom, I don’t think he will complain,” Snowy said. “Also, he said he’ll follow our lead. So, we just need to lead him properly.”

I gave her high-five in response. “You want another shot?” I asked her.

“Oh, Jesus,” she said. “If I drink another one of these, I won’t be able to control myself anymore. Let’s leave losing control for later. How about a beer instead?”

“Sure,” I said and got up. “Two beers, coming up!”

“Ahem,” Snowy coughed, looking at my crotch.

“So?” I asked, looking down at my almost fully hard cock. “I don’t see the need to hide it, for any reason.”

“Oh, I wasn’t implying that you should hide it,” Snowy replied, looking into my eyes and biting hard on her lower lip.

I smiled at her, picked up the grappa bottle and shot glasses and headed inside.

As I opened the door, I heard the music playing – some local radio, nothing I recognized, and saw Lydia and Swan, cramped behind the small kitchen counter. They were chopping some vegetables, giggling, bumping each other with hips in the rhythm of music – all in all, they were both in full flirtation mode. As they noticed me, they instinctively stopped and began to act professionally.

“Hey, hey, no need to stop on account of me,” I said, dropping a pretty straight hint that I was OK with what they were doing.

“Um… Yeah, the music took over for a second,” Swan apologized.

“Hey, dude, this is the house of naked and free, remember?” I asked with a smile. “So, feel free to be free – whether naked or not. Tell him, Lyd.”

Lydia looked at him and slapped his ass hard. And then she kissed his shoulder, not releasing the firm buttock from her hand.

“There you go, Swan,” I told him, hoping this would convince him he has the permission. I strolled by them, opening the fridge and exchanging the grappa bottle for two cold beers. “How long until lunch?”

“I dunno – half an hour, maybe?” Lydia said. “Probably even less – Swan is an excellent assistant.”

“Really?” he asked, acting insulted. “I’m suis-chef, not an assistant!”

“Oh, dear Swan,” Lydia said, again grabbing his ass, “you must prove worthy to be my equal.” She was working him incredibly. In all honesty, I never saw her seducing anyone before, and it appears she had some talent.

“And how do I prove my worthiness, my lady?” Swan asked, giving me a glance. I was just smiling and observing the situation with full appreciation.

“Oh, I have a few ideas,” Lydia said to him. “But we’ll get there.” Then she looked at me, scanning for any signs of my possible disapproval. I winked at her and nodded significantly, to which she pointed towards the terrace with her eyes. Obviously, Swan was much more relaxed when I wasn’t around. Even though I wanted to watch their interplay, I concluded that Lydia had a point. They were leaving tomorrow, so it was essential that we played our cards perfectly today.

I scurried out, only this time I sat down next to Snowy. I gave her the beer, which she opened immediately and took a few big gulps.

“Hey, let me see the photos,” I said, remembering the shoot that took place this morning on the beach.

“Hmm,” Snowy contemplated. “I think we should first see the pics from your phone. Let’s do it chronologically.”

“Damn,” I grunted. “My phone is inside.”

“So? Go and get it. It’s, like, three and a half steps.”

“But I just got back-“

“Don’t be a whiner, Mark,” Snowy interrupted my attempt at proclaiming how lazy I felt.

“It’s not that,” I went for the obvious excuse. “Lydia is working on Swan’s… Spirit level, so to say. And it appears it works much better when I’m not around.”

“What?” Snowy asked, immediately trying to see inside through the tinted glass. “What exactly is she doing?”

“Whoa! Do I hear some jealousy there?” I asked, surprised at her brisk reaction.

“Um… OK, yeah. A little bit, maybe,” she confessed.

“Do I tell Lydia to stop?” I asked.

Snowy sighed. Then she looked down at my crotch and lowered her hand gently on my cock, leaving it there for some time as my member began to stiffen under it. As I got to semi-hard level, she grabbed it and pulled my foreskin over the knob. I took a deep, loud breath, making her raise her sights back to my face. Again, there was that distinctive gleam in her eyes, which I saw only when she was aroused. She sighed again, slowly releasing her grip and putting her hand on my shoulder.

“No. I want to play with you… And her,” she finally said. “Which means he gets to play as well. I need to deal with it slowly.”

“How can I help you?” I asked.

She leaned slowly towards me and kissed my cheek with a wet kiss, moving slowly with her tongue towards my ear. Then she nibbled at my earlobe for a few seconds, until she whispered: “By fucking me into oblivion.”

I smiled and released a satisfied grunt. “I’d be most happy to oblige,” I replied to that proposal. “But that would have to come later when Swan is certain he’d be doing the same to Lydia. It’s kind of a ‘chicken and egg’ issue, but I guess you’d have to budge first to come first.”

“Go inside and get your phone before I start making you cum first,” Snowy whispered into my ear, gripping my cock in her hand again and squeezing hard on my semi-erect member.

“On my way,” I said and began to get up slowly, allowing her to release my dick with care.

I slowly entered the apartment again, just in time to see Lydia playing with a piece of some vegetable on Swan’s chest. Swan had his back turned to me, so he hadn’t noticed me entering as the frying pan was on the stove, releasing the simmering sounds. However, it was hot inside, and both of them were visibly sweaty. Lydia slowly moved the piece of food upwards, until it came to the level of his mouth, and she slowly fed him with it. She noticed me at that moment but didn’t react. I saw her see me and shrugged. Then I proceeded towards the bathroom/bedroom part of the apartment to pick up my phone. As I was passing by them, I acted all casually, but took a glance at what was happening behind the counter. And Swan was more than visibly aroused, his cock practically horizontal and pointing directly at Lydia. I smiled at both of them.

“I see lunch is going to be soon,” I said innocently.

“Uh-huh… Soon,” Swan replied, though I would bet he had no real idea what I said.

“Great! Keep it up,” I said as I trotted by, not being able to neglect the chance for dropping a huge hint. I managed to get both of them laughing, which was enough for me.

It took me some time to find my phone since Lydia emptied out her beach bag when we got back from the beach and put the contents here and there. When I finally located it, I went back out and found the things getting even more heated in the kitchen. Lydia was stirring the pan, and Swan was, not subtly at all, leaning tight against her from behind, rubbing his erect cock against Lydia’s ass. Needless to say, she was actively teasing him by gently swaying her ass in all directions, making his member slide up, down, left and right across her tight, sporty butt cheeks. As it appeared, Swan was now completely relaxed and didn’t care about my presence one bit. Also, the fact that they were on the brink of playing with each other’s genitals made me think more freely about what Snowy and I would be allowed to do on our own. At that moment, I mostly resigned to the fact that we were going to have dry sandwiches for lunch.

As I finally got out of the apartment, Snowy was eagerly staring at me. The fact was that, from the terrace table, it was almost impossible to see inside the apartment when the doors were closed – one would have to practically lean on the glass door to get a good glimpse inside.

“So, what’s going on inside?” Snowy asked, her curiosity obviously at a boiling point.

“You want details?” I asked.

“Hell yeah!”

“OK. Get up,” I told her.

“Wh… Why?” She asked.

“I want to show you the details,” I said.

She got up and automatically headed for the apartment door, but I stopped her. Instead, I led her left of the door. She was baffled: “What are you doing?”

“Just trust me,” I said. “Now turn towards the wall here and stand straight.”

“Huh?” she asked again.

“Please, just do it,” I said to her. “You won’t regret it.”

“Oookay,” she stretched the word, clearly not getting my point. But she did as I said. Once she set herself up, I leaned close to her from behind. I wasn’t fully aroused, but there was enough blood filling my cock that it was the first part of my body reaching her skin. Since she was much shorter than Lydia, it was basically leaning against the top of her ass – practically her lower back. I wrapped my hands around her waist (one still holding the phone, but what the hell) and she moaned.

“Now move your hips around,” I told her, and her buttocks began to form waves as her muscles clenched and released in sequence. Needless to say, I got hard in a few seconds.

“What are we doing?” Snowy asked once she caught the rhythm and my cock was sliding across her small back and, from time to time, across her butt crack.

“Exactly the same thing they are doing,” I said, and leaned forward to kiss and lick the back of her neck.

She shuddered. “Oh, Jesus! This feels good.” She pushed her head down, exposing her sensitive skin to me even more. “Are they touching each other?”

“Not with hands – well, not yet,” I said, moving my hand that was not holding the phone up and grabbing her tit. “I haven’t seen them do this, but they might be doing it.”

“Oooh…. Mhmphhh,” Snowy moaned. “I bet they are.”

“Want to see the photos?” I asked her.

“Yes!” she exclaimed, her excitement not really that related to the pictures.

I opened the photo app and found the first pic, and then positioned the phone so that both of us can watch the screen without breaking our current stride. My precum already dripped onto her back, and I was now sliding effortlessly across her skin.

“Oh, this one is sexy as hell,” Snowy said, examining the photo on which she and Lydia were in a tight grip, kissing each other. “I was already so wet when you took these.”

“Who wouldn’t be,” I said to her. “So much beauty and sex appeal in one photo.” I pinched Snowy’s nipple as I said that, making her moan loudly. I had no idea how sound-proof were the doors – but we haven’t heard anything from inside, so I decided to believe we were also not heard.

I swiped on, now getting to the set of pics where Lydia, Swan and Snowy were posing together, with each picture showing Swan getting harder and harder.

“Oh my god, his beautiful cock,” Snowy said in complete infatuation.

“Yeah, the man has handsome junk,” I said sincerely. Snowy chuckled at that and pressed her ass even harder against me.

“Yours is also gorgeous, just so you know,” she said, thinking I need leveling of some sort. “Swan also thinks you got a great one.”

That last remark stopped me for a second, but since he said the same thing before, I quickly brushed it off as irrelevant at the moment. “On account of sexes, have I ever told you that you have the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen?” I asked her.

“Aaaaaw, thank you, sweetie,” Snowy said, turning around towards my head just at the moment I turned my head towards her. By pure accident, our lips stopped directly in line. We both tensed up for a brief moment, and then just let our bodies take control. We kissed deeply, our tongues intertwining, connecting on that deepest level for the moment. It didn’t last long, as we both decided not to push it too far. We parted our heads, both giggling, and then turned back towards the phones.

I swiped some more until I got to the photo on which both girls were crouching, their legs spread apart giving a full view of their wet pussies, and their heads turned towards Swan’s completely rigid cock.

“God, you two were wet here,” I told her.

“Not as nearly as I am wet now,” she said, grabbing my free hand and guiding it down from her breast to her cunt. And indeed, she was wetter than the sea lapping the rocky shore below the terrace. I run up and down her tight slit with my middle finger, making her entire body twist, but decided not to go further. Instead, I swiped the photos forward, passing a few until I got to one where I simply focused on Lydia’s wet, opened cunt.

“Would you like to play with that again, Snowy?” I asked her gently.

“You know I would,” she replied, now rubbing herself against my still hand resting on her outer lips.

I swiped further, getting to the photo of Snowy’s magnificent pussy zoomed in to the max.

“Look how wet you were there,” I told her as I pressed my cock in between her buttocks. “God, it’s beautiful.”

“You really think it’s that pretty?” Snowy asked. “It’s just a snatch.”

“It’s perfect,” I told her, allowing myself to run my finger up and down her slit, getting a loud ‘Ooooh’ from her.

“Play with my perfect pussy, please,” she begged. This was the first time I heard her plead.

“Patience, Snowy,” I told her and moved my hand up to her belly. “We can’t go further than they will.”

“Oh, God, I know,” she said impatiently, moving her ass up and down, so my dick was sliding in between those big, firm ass cheeks. “I want you now, darling.”

I was seriously aroused, and my mind raced as fast as lightning, fighting my urge to just shove the cock deep into Snowy. But I knew I needed to stop the action right now, or else Swan or Lydia – or both, for that matter – might come out and find us amid some really serious action. With a heavy heart and steel-hard cock, I backed away from Snowy. “Come on, girl. We need to cool down before lunch.”

“Oh, fuck! You can’t…” she hissed, and then continued in a whisper: “You can’t make me that wet and then quit!”

“I’m not quitting, love,” I said calmly. “I just don’t think it would be wise to fuck here at this moment. We will fuck before the clock chimes midnight, but not right now.”

Snowy shuddered visibly at my promise and gave me a piercing look, her eyes gleaming with an intensity I hadn’t seen even when Lydia explicitly permitted her to fuck me. “We better keep up to that schedule,” she said, visibly determined to do whatever necessary to follow up on this foreplay event.

We sat down at the table, this time opposite to one another, and slowly sipped our beers, staring down each other. I was only able to think about finishing what we started a few minutes ago – or, better said, on the beach early in the morning – and I had no idea how to change my train of thought to go anywhere else. My dick was still hard as a diamond drill when the apartment door suddenly opened, and out came Swan and Lydia, both grinning like two teenagers. He was carrying four plates and utensils, and Lydia was carrying a big pan full of what appeared to be delicious food.

“Hope you two are hungry,” Swan said, looking at Snowy and me in short intervals, before checking Lydia. Two of them caught each other’s eye and smiled. I noticed Swan’s dick was not hard anymore, which got me thinking that it took him an enormous power of will to forget about what two of them were doing inside.

Swan distributed the plates around and Lydia set the pan in the middle of the table. It was full of spaghetti in a sauce that smelled divinely. Not only that, it tasted amazing. We were all hungry, and we ate like maniacs, enjoying the delicious meal which, contrary to my predictions, was prepared even though the cooks were dry-humping in the process.

“Wow, this is delicious,” Snowy praised the meal as she wound up the pasta around her fork. “Cudos to the cooks!” she raised her beer and saluted them.

“Well, guess it turned out pretty well, all things considered,” Swan said meekly. “Lydia was the boss, I just assisted and got some quality advice on how to end such meal to give it a special flavor.”

“Lyd, girl!” Snowy said. “I had no idea you had it in you.”

To be honest, neither did I. She was not a stranger to cooking, but she never ever made something that delicious. I turned to look at her, and she just shrugged.

“Oh, come on. Swan is just modest. He added the spices,” Lydia said. “I simply did the rough part – you know, manual labor.”

I wasn’t paying much attention to the conversation, to be honest, but as Lydia sad that, I noticed Snowy stopped chewing for a few seconds, not lifting her gaze up from the plate. Then she continued eating. It was apparent she was still fighting the big ‘J’ demon.

“It’s the ingredients,” Swan concluded. “They are much better than those we have back home. This is all fresh, organic food – and I mean really fresh & organic. Also, knowing how to handle the bigger parts is more important than just spraying the stuff on it in the end.”

And, again, Snowy halted in place, almost like frozen, for a brief period of time. Since Swan and Lydia were basically talking to each other, it seemed only I noticed it.

We cleaned out the pan, taking seconds and even thirds. In the end, we were all sitting there, leaning back and holding our stomachs in an ‘Oh God, why did I eat so much’ pose.

“I’m full to the brink,” I stated. “And, by God, you two just might consider opening a restaurant?”

“Stop it, dude, you’re making me blush,” Swan said, visibly overstuffed with food. “Right now, I need something to open my stomach and make a bit more room in there.”

“Anyone want a beer? Oh, you two already have one, so – Swan, you want a beer?” Lydia asked.

“Nah, I’m good,” he replied.

“Just me then, I guess,” Lydia concluded. “Honey, could you please take in the dishes and bring me a beer?”

It took me a few moments to realize she was talking to me. “Um, sure.”

The gang helped me collect everything from the table, and I took it to the kitchen. The kitchen was, for lack of a better word – spotless. I knew Lydia, and whenever she cooked, the place looked like someone threw a bomb afterwards. This place looked like a five-star hotel kitchen. Not even a microscopic piece of onion peel was left behind. Good man, that Swan. Neat and clean. Once I finished admiring his cleanliness, I quickly grabbed a beer from the fridge and went back out.

Just as I was about to sit down at the table, my eyes wandered for a second to Lydia - and stopped there. I tried to contain my expression and retain poker-face, but I wasn’t sure that I made it. Because, when I looked better at the center of her back, I saw the unmistakable smear of semen. It wasn’t a drop of precum or sweat stain. Also, it was way too high for Swan to be able to reach the location directly with his dick and leave a spot where he rested it. No, it was the genuine jizz fleck, made by a substantial amount of dried sperm hitting there and left uncleaned. Which meant only one thing – those two went a step further than Snowy and me up against the wall. Hell, they went as far, if not farther than we went alone on the beach in the morning. Swan came. And, as soon as I realized it, my cock began to rise up violently.

To prevent being seen and, consequently, being figured out that I figured them out, I sat down quickly and leaned my elbows on the table, making everything below my waist invisible to Lydia and Swan. That light banter between them while we ate, the fact that he was limp despite their games inside, it was all coming to place now. Swan got a handjob from Lydia. My cock was rock-hard again.

We sat at the table, chit-chatting and sipping our beers for a while, visibly overstuffed.

“Oh man, I need to go and lay down for a while,” Lydia said after a few minutes, stretching out her arms high and presenting her boobs on display. However, this time, Swan wasn’t ogling like some teenager. He gave her a quick glance and continued to stare in the distance, digesting his lunch.

It was amazing how quickly we got used to being naked around each other. OK, yes, we have done much more than just being nude, but still. I was actually starting to completely forget about it. I was even able to look Snowy in the eyes without constantly looking down at her tits. And it actually felt good. It felt natural and amazing. At that precise moment, I decided I was going to pursue and practice nudism whenever and wherever possible.

“Yeah, I could use some shut-eye too,” said Snowy, looking extremely low-energy, both from the amount of food she ate and, to some extent, from getting halfway to the orgasm and then having to cool down.

“I’m in,” I said.

“You guys just go,” Swan said. “I’ll stay and enjoy the view for a while.”

Lydia and I got up and went directly to our bedroom, while Snowy was still talking gently to Swan, giving him a kiss every now and then. As soon as I closed the bedroom door, Lydia collapsed on the bed, giving me another view of her cum-decorated back.

“So, honey, I have to say you made an amazing lunch,” I said to her.

“I have no idea how we did it,” she said, her voice muffled by the pillow.

“Well, I guess you two were mutually inspired,” I collapsed on the bed next to her.

“Oh, god, yeah…” she said dreamily. “I gave him so much inspiration he couldn’t handle it.”

“Um, yeah… He didn’t wipe it all off, you know,” I told her.

“Wha…” Lydia quickly moved her hand across her back, and then saw me laughing. “You idiot,” she said, lovingly as possible. “How did you know?”

“Like I said, he didn’t clean you up. You have a stain on your back,” I pressed my finger on it.

“Oh, man… I… I just couldn’t help it,“ she said with a mildly apologetic tone. “He was pressing on me with that hard dick of his and rubbing it up and down, left and right, and I just… I grabbed it and started to jerk him off. Did I do the wrong thing?”

“Of course not,” I said. “Well, not in my book.”

“His cock is so different from yours – you know, no foreskin and all. I had to lube it up so I could work it properly.”

“With what?”

She rounded her arm behind her ass and pushed it between her legs, then pulled it out, two fingers wet from her own juices.

“Oh, you naughty girl,” I smiled at her. “How long did it take him?”

“Not long,” she said with pride in her eyes. “I wasn’t taking it slow – we had food on the stove, you know.”

“Did he also touch you?” I asked, my boner back up in full scale.

“No – well, only tits, but he went too rough, so I asked him to be gentler. I’m still so fucking horny. But he wasn’t complaining when I played with him,” she said dreamily, and then looked down. “Whoa, I see someone’s waking up!”

I started telling Lydia about Snowy and me, and she listened, licked her lips, and slowly touched both herself and me in the process. Also, she fully expected me to tell her how Snowy and I finished off each other, so it shocked her when I told her how we stopped halfway.

“Oh, honey, that means we’re both in need for some relief,” Lydia said. As I nodded, she pushed me to set my back on the bed, and simply climbed up and sat down on my cock. She was incredibly wet, so I glided into her with almost no resistance, bar that last inch that always needed an extra push. Once she settled and began riding me slowly, moaning sweetly in the process, she started talking – which was not so common during sex.

“Mhmmm… It felt so amazing, touching his dick,” she said softly as she moved up and down in gentle motion.

“You like his dick, don’t you,” I said, not even trying to ask.

“Oh yeah… Oooh… It’s smooth and pretty,” she said, upping her tempo. “And he was so hard when I touched him, uh…”

“You want to play some more with it?”

“Uh-huh. I want to suck it and lick it and… Aaaah!” she moaned loudly. For a split second, I had the urge to tell her to quiet down because there were people in the next room, but then practically laughed it off inside. Moreover, it got me even hornier thinking about how Snowy and Swan are listening.

“I want to fuck you while you suck his cock,” I confessed, pushing my ass up to ram my cock harder into her.

“Aaaah, fuck! Yes! I want to play with both of your hard cocks at the same time…. Mmmmgphhh!”

“And then we fuck you without pause. We make you come, and come, and come until you collapse.”

“Oh, GOOOD! AAAAAH!” Just like that, probably with a vivid picture of what we talked about while fucking, Lydia started to climax wildly and loudly. She impaled herself on my dick with frantic speed as she yelled out whatever made it from her brain to her mouth. It was obvious she was close to an orgasm for a while now, probably ever since she got Swan to come to the kitchen with her.

And, as if Lydia cued her release, another familiar scream broke through the doors and the walls of the apartment – the recognizable ‘Ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck!’ of one Snoween, giving public notice of her impending climax. Obviously, she and Swan were also going at it properly. Whether they started because of us or just at the same time as us was, for all intents and purposes, completely irrelevant.

I was still pumping hard, and even though I was properly horny, the fact that I already came twice before had its effect on my ability to endure even that extensive amount of internal and external stimulus.

Lydia’s orgasm was intense, but not very long, and she slowed down to almost crawling tempo, hardly moving herself up and down my steel-hard shaft.

“I’m all tingly,” she said, leaning forward and finally landing on me. “You’re not done yet?”

‘Oh, yesssss! That’s iiiiiiiit! Aaaaaah!’ was heard from the living room at that moment. Snowy was climaxing.

“Nope,” I said, smiling in bliss from everything. “Came twice already today.” As soon as I said it, I realized what I blurted out. Lydia was aware of only one time.

“Wha…? When did you come the second time?” she asked.

I looked at her for a second, realizing I had my own brainfart and trying to come up with some crazy story, but then I decided that the truth would be the best solution. It wasn’t as if she had any grounds for jealousy. “Well, when Snowy and I went to the beach this morning…”

“Oh my god! You two had sex?” she said, almost too loudly, but without breaking her slow ride on my cock.

“No, no. We got off watching each other, no touching – well, almost none, Snowy grabbed my dick for a moment when she was cumming.”

“You dirty things… So, you did that even before you knew what would Swan think?”

I shrugged impishly and grinned. “Yeah, I know, it was a really grey area – that’s why I avoided any touching. But we started talking about that night, and I got hard, and she got wet and…”

“Man, Snowy’s a proper slut,” Lydia concluded.

“Only when you and I are around,” I smirked. “Now, are you going to ride me like that until the evening, or?”

“My pussy’s a bit sore,” Lydia said. She thought for a second, then quickly got up and pulled something out of her suitcase. It was a tube of lube. “But maybe you’d be interested-“

“Aw, hell yeah,” I sprung up from the bed, reaching for the tube.

Lydia quickly settled on all fours, pushing her ass high up. “Well, come on in,” she said with audible delight. We both loved having anal sex and practiced it very often before, but the last few months it was actually a sporadic event, so I was extremely eager to give her back door a proper workout.

I squeezed an ample amount of lubricant on my hand and began to apply it on her ass. It was still moist from all the juices that spread around her cunt as she rode me, but it needed to be slick as ice. I pushed a finger into her, making her twitch and moan lightly as it entered and went past her sphincter practically without resistance. After giving her a few light prods, I decided to introduce the second finger, simply to prepare her for what was to come next. This time she moaned a lot louder and clenched a bit, even though I was trying to go as gently as possible. Still, she worked hard to loosen herself up, since she loved what came after her ass settled in and accepted me.

“You ready for the real thing?” I asked her. I usually wasn’t the type to ask too many questions, but this was one of those moments where she was the one who needed to dictate the tempo.

“Uh-huh,” came muffled Lydia’s reply, her face immersed into the soft pillow.

Given the green light, I slowly pulled out my fingers, applied a generous amount of lube on my cock, and adjusted it onto her slightly gaping entrance. I gave the first push, making it past the initial barrier. I pulled somewhat out, and then back in, this time allowing my throbbing purple knob to enter her past the second pressure point. She released another muffled grunt but did nothing else to show discomfort.

Inch by inch, I got settled inside her ass, feeling her releasing the pressure and accepting my cock. As I began to pump slowly, her moaning frequency distinctly changed from painful to enjoyable. I loved the view of my cock entering her tight ass, her butt crack spread to the limits by the position of her hips to give me complete access. I was fucking her with significant power and tempo already, and she was producing constant moans and grunts of pleasure, her hand already slowly circling her recovering cunt, when the door to our room suddenly opened, Snowy entering with a determined look in her eyes.

“Lyd, baby, did you… Oh my God, I’m sorry!” she put her hand on her mouth - the old, shy Snowy suddenly emerging from the depths of her persona.

I had no desire to stop, but the suddenness of Snowy’s entrance startled me a bit. Fortunately, I was focused enough not to pull out of Lydia, who also showed no intention of ceasing with our activity. She raised her head and looked at Snowy.

“Hey, no problem, come in,” Lydia said casually as if we were just drinking our morning coffee at the table. “You said something?”

“Um, yeah…” Snowy stuttered, still taking in the fact that she found us mid-action. “I can come back later if-“

“Nah,” I said. “We have no problem with you watching us.” I began to pump slowly again, half-expecting Lydia to stop me, but she also decided to keep on going.

“Yeah, I mean, we’re that kind of friends, aren’t we,” Lydia said, making a soft ‘mhmm’ sound to give me a license to continue fucking her.

“Oh, sure we are, just…” Snowy stopped for a second, standing two feet from the bed. “I kind of heard Lyd’s moans, so I thought you two also finished.”

I smiled at her and winked, pushing my cock deep into Lydia’s ass. “I came twice already, remember.”

“Yeah… Wait a minute! You told her?” Snowy asked.

“Sure he did, what’s to it?” Lydia said dismissively, grunting with each of my thrusts. “Sit here, darling. I can’t – aaaah – look up at you with Mark’s cock in my ass.”

“You’re doing anal?” Snowy exclaimed, her eyes going wide. “Let me see!” She quickly jumped on the bed, positioning her head directly over Lydia’s ass and staring in amazement as I pumped into Lydia using all of my cock.

“Oh my god, this feels sooo good!” Lydia moaned loudly.

“And it looks so hot,” Snowy said finally. She moved her hand down Lydia’s stretched crevice until her fingers made contact with my cock, all the time gazing directly at it. “I want to try that!” she said, to no one in particular.

“Uh-huh,” I said, now slowly feeling the tension building in my groin. As much as I really wanted to be the one to introduce Snowy to the joys of ass-fucking, I thought it was Swan’s privilege to go there before I do. And, as much as I hated it at the moment, I decided to change the subject. “You wanted to ask Lydia something?”

“What? Oh, yeah, I did,” Snowy replied distractedly. “Honey, did you, um, finish off Swan while you two were making lunch?”

Lydia was already far down the road to another orgasm, and her hands were clutching the bed sheets. So, her reply sounded something like this: “Mmmrgh! Aaaaah! Fuck yeah! Yeah, I did – ooooh!”

“Oh my god!” Snowy exclaimed. “You slut.”

I stopped dead at that moment. I knew about Snowy’s internal issues with Lydia crossing the lines with Swan, and I was unable to determine whether Snowy’s comment was a good-natured observation or an insult. I felt Lydia also tense up, as her ass clenched around my cock.

“Snowy, I mean-” Lydia started to speak, but she got interrupted by a deep, wet kiss on her lips, courtesy of Snoween. In a second, Lydia’s ass was relaxed again, and I pushed back into her.

“I knew it!” Snowy said proudly. “He just ate me out and actually prevented me from returning the favor – which was the first ever. He loves when I suck his dick, but he was all like ‘Hey, don’t worry about me’ and it could only happen if he came really recently.”

“So, you’re OK with it?” Lydia asked, definitely sounding like she lost some momentum.

“Yeah. Yes, I am. Except…” Snowy stopped for a second. “I want to be there the next time you two play.”

“Mmhmm,“ Lydia half moaned, half-confirmed her friend’s wish, then continued to talk as I pounded her. “You want me to suck him off, don’t you? Aaaah.”

“Oh, yeah. You get to suck Swan off, and I get…” Snowy confirmed Lydia’s desire, and then looked at me. “I get him, all the way.”

“Oh, YES!” Lydia now moaned louder, her mind most likely filling up with images of Swan’s cock in her mouth and my dick buried deep inside Snowy. “Oh, God, YEEEEEES!”

I smacked Lydia’s ass hard with my open palm and upped my tempo. Lydia was now furiously rubbing her clit and staring dead into Snowy’s eyes.

“And if you… Aaaah! If you get Mark all the way, then I get… Oh yes, baby, harder, DO IT!” Lydia was now struggling to form a sentence – hell, to let anything else than screams of pure pleasure out of her mouth. I slowed down just a bit, simply to enable her to talk. So she tried for the third time: “If you get Mark, I get Swan?”

“Well, good to know you’re trading us,” a voice came from the doorway. We looked up and noticed Swan, leaning against the doorframe, his face in a wide grin and his cock at the three-quarter mast. Snowy gave him a sheepish smile and then decided to apologize the best way she could – by grabbing his fast-growing manhood.

“Honey,” Snowy started talking to Swan gently as she rubbed his dick into the full hard-on, “I hope you won’t have any objections to our little plan?”

Swan slowly closed his eyes and inhaled with pleasure as Snowy’s expertly guided hands turned his cock into a shaft of steel.

“Oh, yes! Aaaaargh! Fuck yeeeah!” Lydia began screaming as she was approaching her climax. Taken all into account, I was also coming really close to exploding. I looked at Swan, who was now intensely staring at Lydia and me.

“Bro, you wouldn’t have problems with me having fun with your girl?” Swan asked me as if everything he witnessed up until now hadn’t told him exactly that.

“She would love nothing more than to have us all fuck her brains out, and I’m totally cool with that,” I told him.

Snowy took that exact moment to wrap her lips around his cock, so his wide grin was even more widened almost to the stretching limit of his mouth. He said, with no little satisfaction: “Then I won’t mind either. I’d love to give Lydia my personal service.”

And that sentence was all Lydia needed. Knowing full well that she was going to be fucked by Swan in the immediate future, her orgasm came in a flash of concentrated fury. “JESUS CHRIST!” she yelled out and began to shudder violently. This one was much more intense than the last one, the entire scene making her bite the sheets. I pulled on her hair, making her watch Swan getting a blowjob as she climaxed, and it made her scream in ecstasy again and again. I was not able to see her eyes, but the mere fact that she was ramming two of her fingers into her pussy with the speed I rarely experienced from her was telling me all that I needed to know.

I was withholding myself for quite a while now, and the bubbling pressure in my groin became unrelenting as I felt her fingers through the thin layer of tissue dividing her pussy from her ass. I groaned loudly, closed my eyes, I released my load deep into her ass. We were both shaking now, jointly cumming in bliss as another of our fantasies was slowly unraveling. In front of us, shuddering from pleasure, was Swan, clearly only seconds from blowing up as the combination of watching Lydia and me fuck and Snowy sucking his cock most magnificently. Snowy was obviously sensing her man was coming to a brink and decided to finish him off, swallowing and releasing his pride in ever faster motion, using both of her hands on various parts of his groin.

Both Lydia and I were starting to feel completely spent. Her orgasm subsiding, she was slowly buckling under the weight of herself, and I felt the last drops of my cum trickle out of my softening prick into her. We both lay down, Lydia’s ass slowly pushing me out of her, while the scene in front of us quickly unfolded.