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Saturday evening, Nov 25, 2028

My heart was fluttering when I drove up outside Kayla’s. Their car was gone, obviously with Ethan to pick up my wife. I tried to tell myself that this was Kayla, our friend; that I wasn’t nervous, wasn’t scared, but it wasn’t helping. This night had been brewing in my brain for months, growing in my imagination, ever since that night when Addie and Kayla had seduced me and Ethan with their fashion show. Maybe even before that, when Addie first hired the long-legged, not-afraid-to-show-off-her-body beauty to manage her Boise store. Even before Adriana’s life-changing reunion six months ago, I’d been secretly lusting after Kayla. That one brief interlude two months earlier had only served to whet my appetite. And now, tonight…

Then I thought about my mom and dad, what they were feeling, pairing up for a date with another man and woman for the first time ever. Well, since before they were married, anyway, which, in the case of my parents was thirty-three years. Dad was twenty and Mom was nineteen when they married. And I’m quite sure haven’t been on a date with another person in those thirty-three years.

I couldn’t be nearly as nervous as my dad would be, picking up Laura. When I got to the door and started to knock, Kayla opened the door. It was a cool, late November evening and she was wearing a jacket, long jacket. I had no idea what might be underneath it. But her perfume… wow! And with those heels, she was wearing, she was taller than me, lots of sexy leg below the hem of her jacket.

“I’m ready,” Kayla said. She closed the door behind her and I took her hand, leading her to the van (I took the van ‘just in case’ we might need it later. I knew that Addie wouldn’t be drinking so we’d always have at least one driver), then opened the door for my date like the gentleman I am (quit snickering!). She climbed in, not revealing a thing about what she was wearing, so I went to my side and got in behind the wheel.

As soon I sat, Kayla leaned over across the center console and with her soft, red-lipsticked lips, kissed me, her mouth opening and tongue probing my lips, prompting them open so that our tongues could do a little dance together. After a moment of Kayla’s lips on mine and my little man enthusiastically responding, she backed away, telling me, “Tonight, all night, no backing out,” referring, of course, to the night we’d spent in a motel room together almost three months earlier when she backed out from making love at the last minute. Then she went on, “Hope we’re going someplace good; I’m going to need my energy; I’ve got my slut on tonight.”

Damn, I thought, this was going to be a good night! I was glad I’d snuck that Vi-2 pill earlier (enhanced Viagra – longer lasting and MUCH more potent). Well, sort of. Judging by the tightness in my pants from my already swollen ‘brain’, it was going to be a long, uncomfortable evening… but followed by a very, very pleasant night! At least I hoped.

“You look nice tonight, MMM, so sexy! Someone you know help you pick that out?” she asked me, laughing. I was wearing the outfit Kayla had picked out for me for my date with Ginger exactly three weeks ago, the knot in the tie still the same one Kayla had tied for me the night I’d bought it.

I got a little better glimpse of leg when she scooted into the Odyssey. ”Love this van, so comfy,” she said, stretching those long, sexy legs.

We were a few minutes early to Colavito’s. I gave the hostess Addie’s name and she said our table was nearly ready, so we were directed to their waiting lobby with nice, comfy chairs and a couch. Once there, Kayla took off her jacket and my eyes were riveted. She’d worn one of the outfits from her and Addie’s ‘fashion show’. I still remember what Kayla had said when she took the robe off, showing us that outfit, “For a sexy date night.”

Her blouse was pinkish, flowery; opaque but thin enough for her boobs and pointed nipples to poke through. The bottom of her blouse was tied in the front right under her boobs, leaving the rest of her midriff totally bare, down to her… silky shorts, that could probably have passed for underwear, sitting low on her hips and loose around her legs, but I was sure not a bit over six inches long, total. God, she knew how to showcase those legs! Have I ever mentioned those long, slim, sexy legs?

She turned around, wiggling her bubble-butt and the back of that blouse came into view. Shit, if I thought the front was sexy! The back opened up in a big inverted ‘V’ starting at her neckline, the sides tied together across her back with three loose-fitting strings leaving almost her entire back completely bare, covered by nothing but her long, glorious red hair. I remember wondering how Ethan might feel actually going out in public on a date with her wearing that blouse and shorts. There wasn’t going to be a single set of eyes not glued to her!

We sat down on the little couch, our legs pressed together and Kayla put her hand on my leg, right below my bulging groin. I couldn’t help but ask her, “You wear that out before?”

She nodded, then whispered in my ear, “Then we went home and fucked… I was so horny!” leaving no doubt in my single-minded brain what she intended for later, especially when her hand crept up just a bit on my leg, grazing the underside of my only ‘brain’ that was functioning… and it was functioning VERY well!

I was just about to suggest we skip dinner completely when Ethan and Addie walked through the door, Ethan’s arm around her waist. If anything, Kayla snuggled a bit tighter, asserting her possessiveness? I put my hand on Kayla’s bare leg, on her inner thigh right below the hem of her silk shorts, pushing it up another inch or so, emphasizing who she belonged to that night. “We’re waiting for our table,” I told them, “he said it’d just be a few minutes.”

Ethan’s eyes got huge, realizing, apparently for the first time, what his wife had worn on her date with me… and no doubt the implication from remembering when she’d worn it with him, what Kayla had just whispered in my ear. I was a little more than anxious to see what my gorgeous wife had worn, maybe her ‘date-night’ outfit from the fashion show?

Addie’s grin didn’t look jealous in the least. Obviously, Kayla and I were going have to raise our game.

Just as Addie was starting to take her jacket off, two things interrupted her: The hostess arrived, telling us our table was ready; and both our sets of parents arrived, both paired with the opposite spouse.

We all followed the hostess to our table, which was in a separate small room, along with one other large, round table. Once there, Addie and I introduced our dates and parents to each other. Both my dad’s and Addie’s dad’s eyes lingered quite some time on Kayla.

Then Addie and our mothers took off their jackets. It was definitely going to be an interesting evening! I’ll start with what Addie was wearing. I’d seen it before, but it took me a little bit to remember where; the red blouse and skirt she’d worn with Jonah to his birthday dinner. Her blouse was totally sheer, which she’d worn with NOTHING underneath that night with Jonah. Fortunately (I guess), tonight, she was wearing a camisole underneath it. Still no bra, which her breasts and nipples poking through attested to, but at least they weren’t totally on display like they had been with Jonah. I remember his comment when she asked if it was even legal: “You’re in California, dear, not Idaho.” Well, I guess she realized that now she’s in Idaho. Her skirt was thin, silky, and short, but at least not sheer like her top.

My mother: How the hell do I describe the dress my mom was wearing without sounding like a pervert. Never in my wildest imagination would I have expected to see my mother in a little black dress! Especially THAT little black dress. It was no wonder she was scared to wear it out of the house.

And how damned weird it was seeing her with Travis as her date instead of my dad! Travis was all smiles, his arm possessively around her back, skin against skin, holding her close to him. Of course, my dad and Laura were doing the same.

Our table was circular, Dad and Laura on my right, Addie and Ethan, then Mom and Travis. I don’t know what was weirder, Mom and Dad with dates or what Mom and Laura were wearing. Both acted like they were trying to hide their bodies, but it wasn’t working.

Mom rarely wears a dress, much less one that was halfway up her thighs from her knees and the front dipping low enough to show virtually all her cleavage, no possibility of a bra underneath; then little spaghetti straps over her shoulders. It didn’t do a thing to hide the outline of her boobs, either. I don’t feel comfortable even mentioning my mom’s boobs. I’m almost ashamed to admit that my mother looked damned good, what with her LBD, makeup, lipstick, and jewelry! It sure as hell wasn’t going to take much effort for Travis to have that dress off her… assuming she went through with going to his hotel room later. And the way they were looking at each other, I didn’t think there would be much doubt.

My dad and Laura, either. Dad wasn’t taking his eyes off her, except for that look he sent to Kayla when they first got there. The eye candy at our table was breathtaking. I just realized I referred to my own mother as ‘eye candy’!

And I’ll say, without equivocation, that Laura was ‘eye candy’, too. Her dress was similar to Mom’s, except bright red and the back dipped wayyy down, to the small of her back. If anyone out there thinks that a woman in her low-fifties can’t be sexy, you’re badly mistaken!

While the four of us guys were all drooling, making fools of ourselves, our waitress stopped at our table, white peasant blouse, long skirt, black hair to her waist, “Benvenuto a Colavita’s,” she said, “il mio nome è Vittoria. Sono la figlia di Alessandro.” She laughed, seeing the blank look on our faces, “Welcome to Colavita’s, I am Vittoria, Alessandro’s daughter.” To be perfectly honest, I had to check Google to find the Italian for what she’d said. It had sounded like total gibberish to me. I remembered Alessandro’s strong Italian accent and this girl had every bit as much an accent, except hers sounded sexy as hell! Which, by the way, matched her appearance.

The way she said it didn’t give us the impression she was making fun of our Italian ignorance, but enhancing the restaurant’s Italian atmosphere. Our table had been spread with a large white tablecloth, candles and beautiful flower bouquet in the center (REAL flowers!). The lighting (gas lights on the walls) was turned down low so that a good share of the room lighting was coming from the flickering candles at the three tables. I was happy that the other two tables in the room were empty. At least for the time being, we had the room to ourselves.

When Vittoria asked what we’d like to drink, Addie asked for a recommendation as we aren’t familiar with true Italian. She suggested the Chianti, and obviously noticing Addie’s pregnancy, went on, “And we have a beautiful, non-alcoholic Sangria if you’d like.” I was glad that she’d reverted to speaking English.

Personally, I’d have preferred plain old American ice tea, but this was somewhat of a special night, so I went along with the group and we concurred on a bottle of the Chianti and Addie asked for the Sangria.

She thanked us, telling us that she was sure we’d be pleased. While she was gone, we spent the few minutes introducing Kayla and Ethan to our parents, telling them that Kayla was Adriana’s store manager in Boise and her star volleyball player and Ethan sold and managed real estate, mostly commercial. Actually, I haven’t mentioned it before, but that’s how we met Kayla. Ethan was managing the property where Addie’s store is, showing it to her, then handling the paperwork. So, when Addie needed a manager…

When our parents looked like they were wondering about our ‘arrangement’, but afraid to ask, Adriana jumped right in, “No, we haven’t done this before together, a little playing, but this is a first for us.” I had the impression that Addie was telling them this to hopefully, let our parents know that they weren’t alone in the first-time date-swapping.

I guess to add a little emphasis to how Addie expected our date-night to go, she leaned over and gave Ethan a long, passionate kiss on the lips, being very sexual, licking her lips seductively afterward. While they were kissing, Kayla reached under the table to my groin and wrapped her hand around my cock, squeezing and pumping up and down just slightly. God!

Both our moms took the hint and gave their dates a kiss as well, albeit much more reserved than Addie and Ethan. That was when Vittoria returned with our drinks, smiling, and said, “spero di non averlo interrotto,” then interpreted herself, laughing, “Hope I didn’t interrupt anything.”

She gave us our wine and Addie’s drink, two small loaves of hot bread and butter and asked if we’d like to order. We laughed and told her we hadn’t even looked at the menu yet. Although I already knew what I wanted – lasagna! My favorite food, especially THEIR lasagna. Besides, Kayla’s hand was still underneath the table… and that Vi-2 pill was in full effect. If I ever did this again, I’d know to wait on that little pill, maybe even only take a half! It was going to be a LONG evening.

The wine tasted strong alcoholic. I hoped it’d help loosen up our parents’ inhibitions, too.

Vittoria returned a few minutes later and we all knew what we wanted. I didn’t recognize half of what was ordered and it isn’t important, except my lasagna, that is. If it wasn’t for the beautiful ladies we were already with, it would have been very tempting to watch Vittoria’s ass as she walked away, not to mention her boobs when we ordered. I couldn’t help but wonder if she ever… And I did accidentally notice there was no ring on her finger. Dirty, nasty mind!

As I’m sure you know by now, I’m not a wine drinker. It’s a waste of good grapes. Their Chianti seemed an exception to the rule, though. It was actually good. Thank God Addie’s stores were doing well, I expected it to be expensive. We finished the first bottle before our food arrived and it was already having an effect on our parents. I noticed them doing a lot of rubbing shoulders and upping the ante on the flirting, the looks back and forth.

Our food was really good, especially my lasagna. Everyone else said theirs was good, too. Plus, we’d consumed another two bottles of Chianti. By the time dinner was over, I’d had my hand inside Kayla’s silk shorts and discovered she was wearing very skimpy lace panties; we’d kissed; and even our parents were getting into the ‘kissing’ act, much more aggressively than when dinner had begun. Needless to say, Adriana and Ethan had become very ‘affectionate’.

Vittoria brought our checks and Adriana said that we were paying since the evening was her idea. The other three men insisted that they’d split the tip. She left us a bottle of limoncello, which I remembered from the other times we’d been there was strong with vodka. But before we left, it was gone. Even Addie had taken a small sip, puckering her mouth at the strong alcoholic taste, then pressing her open mouth onto Ethan’s.

We were sensible enough to know that none of us were in any shape to drive, except Adriana. So we left the other cars and all bailed into the Odyssey, thankful that it had seating for eight. This was exactly the reason I’d brought it, instead of the Wrangler. The unfortunate thing, though, was that Kayla and I had to split up, me sitting in the back seat and Kayla in the center along with Mom and Travis. All, even Kayla and Ethan, were amazed when Adriana told the car to go to The Press and Pony and it did, with no other input from Addie, even finding a parking space.

The Press and Pony was nice. It has a small stage and a dance floor in front, with tables around the dance floor then booths around that; and a relatively small oval-shaped bar. Off to one side, there were pool tables around the room. Opposite the stage there was a mezzanine. It had a rock band, really good if you like rock. At least it wasn’t the modern crap that couldn’t be classified as anything except noise. It actually had a beat to it that seemed like it might be fun to dance to. Of course, I had an idea what Kayla’s and my dancing was likely going to consist of… at least I hoped.

As far as I knew, our parents hadn’t ever been to a place like it, but hell, there were a lot of surprises coming, like the fact that Travis was nibbling on the back of my mom’s neck… and she was eating it up as we looked for a table that the eight of us could sit around.

I’d hoped to get a somewhat secluded table or booth, but it wasn’t to be. The only empty table big enough was right at the edge of the dance floor. Some group must have left just before we got there. Glancing up at the mezzanine, it looked just as filled, so we decided to take the table while it was still empty.

We ordered drinks but before the barmaid brought them, Kayla dragged me out on the dance floor and Addie did the same with Ethan. This wasn’t a slow song that I prefer to dance to. Kayla’s hands were up in the air, gyrating her body and pressing against me, obviously feeling my cock that had been hard almost the whole evening. I tried to reciprocate her dance style, both of us getting bumped and pushed by people all around us.

She turned around and backed into me, grabbing my hands and pulling them over her nearly bare tits, pressing them into her hard nipples and pressing into my groin… and this was just our first dance!

When the music finished after several minutes, these musicians must have almost superhuman stamina, Kayla wrapped her arms around my neck and said, in a loud enough voice for anyone near to hear “I am so fucking horny!”

God, if I hadn’t been rock-hard before, I sure as hell would have been then! This was a side of Kayla that I’d only glimpsed before… and I liked it! There were several people looking our way, undoubtedly thinking ‘lucky guy’. They had no friggin’ idea!

I had no idea where Ethan and my wife might have been. The dance floor was crowded. By the time we got where we could see our table, only Dad and Laura were there… and I tugged Kayla’s hand to stop and just watch. Dad and Laura were locked in a flaming-hot, searing lip-lock, their arms around each other, oblivious to the rest of the world.

Kayla and I stood watching, not wanting to break up their private little party. I glanced around, trying to find Mom and Travis or Addie and Ethan. Addie noticed us and they started bumping through the crowd in our direction.

The four of us stood, watching and waiting, mesmerized, as the two lusty, horny wanna-be-teenagers were making out. One of Dad’s hands migrated to Laura’s tit, kneading and squeezing her nipple. I could almost hear Laura’s moans above the drone of noise and music.

They finally broke apart from each other and we walked back to our table. Kayla surprised me, taking Laura’s hand and tugging, “Come, let’s dance,” she cheerily told her.

Laura glanced around, in somewhat a state of shock. I suspect she’d never danced with a girl before. I guess there were going to be several ‘firsts’ tonight. Having a man, not her husband, mauling her tit, wasn’t going to be her only first-time experience.

I wondered where my mom and Travis were when I saw them coming toward us, Mom’s face all flushed… from dancing… or something else…?

Mom and Travis sat down and we all watched Laura and Kayla, Kayla’s hands on Laura’s hips and Laura’s on Kayla’s shoulders, laughing and rocking their bodies to the music. Shortly, they both had hands in the air, twirling and gyrating… until Kayla pulled Laura’s back into her and cupped her hands over Laura’s boobs… and then people moved into our line of sight and we couldn’t see the two of them. Damn!

I’d been busy intently watching my date dancing with Adriana’s mother and hadn’t noticed what Ethan and Addie were doing right beside me. When I glanced in their direction, they were holding hands, fingers intertwined, Addie’s head on Ethan’s shoulder nibbling on his ear. When she noticed me watching, she sat up and said she had to go to the ladies’ room.

A few minutes later, Kayla and Laura came back to the table and Kayla dragged my mom out to the dance floor. It was funny how Mom’s face turned red when Kayla grabbed her hand and she briefly tried to resist. Mom had seen how Kayla and Laura danced and after a moment or two of hesitation, got into it with her. What a weird experience, watching my ‘sexy’ mother dancing with another woman, Kayla’s arms around her; and then that little kiss! God, my mom kissing my date? It was only a short, little kiss, but on the lips…!

While I was sitting, awe-struck, Addie returned from the restroom. The little change in her was quite obvious; she hadn’t gone to use the toilet, she’d taken off the camisole that had been concealing her body underneath that sheer blouse.

Ethan’s mouth gaped open as every man at our table, and probably in the room, even the women, stared. That red blouse was totally sheer, and I mean TOTALLY! It was like she was topless with just a thin gauze of totally transparent, reddish material, probably because she WAS topless with thin, transparent material not hiding her body at all, especially those puckered-out, obviously turned-on nipples. She almost looked like someone might have just been sucking those nipples… or just really, really turned on.

Did I mention that little pill I’d taken earlier that afternoon? The thing has very active ingredients. In conjunction with the overall sexiness of the whole night and now seeing my wife virtually topless in a crowded nightclub was interacting with that pill and getting some very dire results.

Addie sat down beside Ethan, leaned over and kissed him, like long-lost lovers. His cock must have been doing flip-flops in his slacks. “Dance?” she asked him, then led him out onto the floor, pressing her body tight against his.

I guess it was one change in Addie resulting from her time with Jonah; she certainly wasn’t afraid to show off her bare body! Before Jonah, she never would have worn anything like that. I remembered how scared she was wearing that dress into the Silver Legacy that first time her and Tawns had fucked Jonah and Damian. And it wasn’t nearly as revealing as this blouse. Okay, I’ll admit… I like the new Adriana… even if she isn’t my date.

Kayla and my mom returned from the dance floor and sat. Kayla leaned over to me and whispered in my ear, “Your mom has such nice tits… her nipples are so hard… Travis is going to have so much fun tonight!”

Shit, that was a little more information than I needed. I really didn’t want to know about my mother’s tits and nipples! But I did hope that they had fun later tonight, all four of them. I sure as hell knew that Kayla and I were going to have fun.

While I was ruminating on mine and Kayla’s night together, my dad announced, “One more dance, then Laura and I are going to call an Uber.”

So they intended to go through with it. Good! I glanced over at Mom, who was looking at Travis, then leaned into him and kissed him, “I think we need to go, too,” she said.

“Not together, don’t go at the same time,” Adriana suggested. I know what she was thinking, if they went at the same time, it would be easier to change their minds and switch back to their own spouses once they got to the hotel.

About that time, the band started a new song, one of their rare slow ones, so I asked Kayla to dance with me and the other three couples all got up as well. Once out in the middle of the crowded dance floor, Kayla and I intertwined our arms, squeezing bodies together, and cheek-to-cheek, began moving to the music. It wasn’t long before the cheek-to-cheek had changed to lip-to-lip, then tongue-to-tongue. Moving to the music had been forgotten.

Kayla broke away and turned away, backing into me, giving me a chance to look around for the other three couples. I didn’t see Addie and Ethan, but our parents were ‘dancing’ with their dates much the way Kayla and I had just been, their lips locked tightly together.

“I want your hands on my tits,” Kayla said, leaning her head back and around so she could whisper to me.

I may not be so smart sometimes, but when a pretty lady says she wants my hands on her tits, who am I to disappoint her! I know I’d done this earlier, but still…

“No, ON my tits, under the top,” she clarified in a sexy voice that I hadn’t ever heard from her before.

I looked around, people everywhere, my cock busting out of my slacks… and put my hands on her midriff, then worked them up, underneath the tie of her top and… oh fuck, she felt good! I rolled Kayla’s nipples between my thumb and fingers, stretching them out and listened to her moaning, her hands over her top on top of mine, encouraging my caresses.

I knew that Kayla was a bit of an exhibitionist. She’s liked to dress provocatively since we’ve known her. But this? To say that I was surprised is a gigantic understatement. Not to say that I wasn’t enjoying every second, as I’m sure Ethan would be… if he wasn’t off somewhere with my wife.

She didn’t even try to be quiet, “Oh shit, Matt, that feels so good.” Everyone within ten feet would have been able to hear her… and were watching, no doubt wishing they were me. She was pressing herself back against my cock, which, if it hadn’t already grown to its full potential, would be growing more. Crap, I needed to get her out of there!

Kayla leaned her head back and said, agreeing with my feelings exactly, “Oh God, Matt, I need to fuck!” I responded by pinching her nipples a little harder, crushing her tits with my hands and capturing her lips with mine. The thought briefly entered my mind, wondering if Addie and Ethan might be in the ladies’ or men’s room fucking. I was damn tempted to take Kayla and find out.

Thankfully, the music ended, Kayla and I retreated to the table and waited for Dad and Laura. When they arrived, Laura’s face looking flushed, I told Dad that Kayla and I were going to the hotel with them. Thankfully, Addie had had the foresight quite a while ago to download the Uber app, ‘just in case,’ she had said. Well, ‘just in case’ had arrived. Except I hadn’t realized my hands were shaking so bad from wanting to be alone with Kayla. Doing anything on my phone was proving to be a bit more difficult than I anticipated.

I still didn’t know where Ethan and Addie were; we hadn’t seen them since we started that last dance. Travis and my mom were at the table, though, so we told them we were leaving. It sounded like they were about as eager to leave as us, so I suggested they talk Adriana into bringing them, if they ever showed up from wherever.

Dad and I paid our drink bills. Well, actually, Dad paid them and I left a tip. I was still amazed at how damned expensive a few drinks can be, not that that was the most important thing on my mind at the moment.

Our driver must have anticipated rides from the club, because he was waiting outside when we got there. There was only room for three in the back and two in front, so I sat in front and Kayla in back, Laura in the middle. Dad and Laura were like a couple hot teenagers in the back seat kissing and snuggling. No way in hell that those two would change their minds about spending the night together.

As for Kayla and me, her in the back and me in the front, it was a long ten-minute drive to the hotel, although they do say that separation makes the heart grow fonder. I don’t know about the heart, but it sure as hell wasn’t tempering my lust any. I was glad our driver was a man. The tent in my pants was embarrassing enough as it was. There wasn’t any way that I could rearrange myself so that it wasn’t obvious what was going on. In the club had been bad enough, but here…

When we were nearly there, my phone buzzed in my pocket; a text from Addie, you left?

needed to leave with Dad. where were u?

next time there will show u the hidden cubbyholes.

Shit, so they had been hiding somewhere, probably screwing. Guess that sheer blouse was more than Ethan could take. Hidden cubbyholes? How the hell would she have known?

We were pulling into the Marriott’s parking, so I sent her one final text, we here, you coming?

soon. me’n ethan staying longer. dad and your mom ready so called nother uber.

Yeah, that made sense. Their ‘urgency’ would have been dissipated somewhat in Addie’s cubbyhole. Besides, Adriana had become somewhat of an exhibitionist over the last few months and I was sure she was enjoying being among all those people wearing that blouse.

The four of us headed straight to the elevator once inside. The closer we got, the more my whole body was on fire. Dad’s room was on the third floor and ours on the seventh, room 749. It will be always embedded in my memory. I briefly thought about the first time Kayla and I had gone to a hotel room together and she had changed her mind. This was a thousand percent different; pretty sure there’d be no mind changing this time.

Dad and Laura got off on their floor; I’m sure his heart, and undoubtedly hers, too, had to be beating every bit as hard as mine, that was about to come out of my chest. Maybe even harder, I was about 99.9 percent sure neither of them had ever done anything even remotely like this.

I was shaking, certain there was no way I’d be able to use my cell phone now if needed to. Not that I wanted to. There was only one thing I wanted, needed! And she was standing right beside me, her hand just as sweaty as mine. Have I ever mentioned how damned sexy I thought Kayla was? Well, multiply that by about a thousand to get to right now!

Somehow, the two of us managed to find room 749, naturally on the far end of the damn hallway. Kayla had to hold my shaking hand to get the key card in the little slot. I think maybe we were shaking in opposite directions so we offset each other’s shakes. I don’t have any other explanation how either of us managed to fit that little card in such a tiny opening.

I let Kayla go through the door first. No, it wasn’t because I was afraid she might run away, it was… just because…

As soon as the door closed behind us, Kayla turned and we were in each other’s arms, our lips locked together, Kayla fumbling with my belt. We were grinding our lips and tongues together, each of us trying to get the other’s bottoms off. I pushed Kayla around the corner, her back up to the bathroom door (thank God it was latched or she’d have fallen flat on her back); her shorts on the floor and my slacks and boxers around my ankles, my still-drug-enhanced cock pointing straight out.

Kayla wrapped her legs around my waist, her lace panties pushed aside and impaled herself on my cock, letting out a loud ‘Uhh’ as my cock slipped all the way inside her slippery, wet pussy. The two of us were still a moment, realizing that at last, after what had seemed like hours of sexual tension that night and months leading to that night, we were fucking!

My cock felt huge inside her, every nerve ending, seemingly on my whole body, feeling her heat. A result of the Vi-2? Of course, seeing the image of Addie in my mind after she’d taken off her camisole in that club added to the lust going through my mind… that and the understanding that she and Ethan had found a place in the club to fuck shortly after.

Of course, those thoughts went through my mind in about a nanosecond, with my cock buried inside Addie’s favorite store manager’s cunt. Somehow, I managed to pull the tie on her top and push it up out of the way so that my mouth could find her tit. Kayla’s whimpering and moans brought me back to some semblance of reason, but it’s a little hard to describe what I was feeling then. Only that my body was telling me to fuck!

And fuck we did! My arms were around Kayla’s butt and we slammed apart and together over and over, Kayla’s screaming filling our room and likely the hall and rooms on both sides of us.

We’d been together that one time with me blindfolded, but exciting as that was, it was nothing like this. From the time I’d picked Kayla up at her house, wearing her jacket, actually, since that time last Monday when we’d teased each other about making Adriana jealous, the tension inside both of us had been building to this.

I felt my climax start to rise and I didn’t want it to happen yet, but I wasn’t about to pinch my cock to stop it, like I’d done those two weeks of abstinence with Addie. No way in hell!

My cum exploded inside Kayla, in jet after jet. I vaguely felt a bite on my shoulder that only added to the intensity of my orgasm. Apparently, at some point, I’d lost the jacket and the buttons on my shirt had ripped open. Later, I found the deep bite mark on my left shoulder.

But not then. We were both too busy trying to not fall and to breathe, our bodies both slick with sweat. My cock was still hard and still deep inside Kayla. After a moment of recovery, I heard, “Bed, go to the bed.”

I stumbled backward, carrying Kayla, not wanting to let her away from my body even for a second. When I managed to find it, I turned, intending to plop Kayla onto her back, but she told me, “No, you, your back.”

Oookay! I figured I’d let her direct, so I turned again and backed my legs up to the bed, bent my knees slightly and fell backward, Kayla still on top of me, never losing our intimate contact. I’d never come quite like that in my life and not lost at least some of my hardness, but not this time. I felt every bit as deep inside Kayla as when she first wrapped herself around me.

As Kayla sat on me, grinding herself down, trying to get every millimeter of my still engorged cock inside her, she pulled the rest of the buttons of my shirt apart, actually unbuttoning what was left, then pushed her own top off over her head. The only thing she still had on were her panties, which had been pushed aside by my cock inside her.

She thrust her chest out and in her sexy, feminine voice, said, “Suck my tit, Matt.”

Kayla leaned down a little more and I pushed myself up, taking her breast in my mouth, sucking hard and biting gently on her nipple. When she began moaning all over again, I wrapped my arms around her back, pulling her tighter to my mouth, trying to swallow her entire boob, my tongue working her nipple. I was amazed, feeling my cock actually growing inside Kayla, no doubt egged on by her squirming and whimpering.

With my mouth switching to her other tit, Kayla began a small up and down motion, gradually increasing, “Bite it, Matt,” she groaned, “hard!”

My teeth found the back of her nipple and I bit down, I briefly thought about my mom. Would her new lover be biting her tit like I was Kayla’s?

Kayla’s hands were around my head pulling at my hair. Her whimpers had grown to outright cries and I bit a little harder. That caused her to begin fucking me in earnest, rising and falling on my hard cock, pressing herself down hard every time. And I reciprocated every time by pushing myself up into her with each of her plunges down.

Ginger and I had made love. Kayla and I were fucking. BIG difference! I wondered if Ethan had bitten Addie’s tit through her blouse. I hoped so.

That thought, along with Kayla’s fucking (mostly that) started to bring back the feeling of another impending orgasm to my body. Kayla continued her up and down, all the way until she was nearly off of me, then plunging back down, bringing on the feeling harder all the time when I realized I needed something different. I pushed Kayla off me, over on her hands and knees and climbed in behind her, shoving my steel-hard cock back inside her.

Then we fucked. Me grunting with every thrust and Kayla pushing back and crying out, every time my cock buried into her. The sensations of our fucking increased exponentially, I gripped her hips beginning to lose any control of myself as the feeling of pre-orgasm continued to build to an almost impossible level. Kayla’s final scream and her cunt clamping down on me and her body shuddering were the final straw that broke through the log-jam. The resulting tsunami of my ejaculations left deep scratches on Kayla’s skin where my fingernails dug uncontrollably into her hips. I have no idea if the ensuing noises were from Kayla, me or most likely both of us. There’s no way my heart could have been pounding any harder than it was in those few moments.

Afterward, my cock finally began to shrivel, almost back to its normal semi-erect size. Certainly, still not limp. It was no wonder that Samuel had been able to fuck my wife practically all night. He’d taken one of those pills, too. God!

My view of Kayla was going to be altered forever, in a good way. I knew she was a very sexual person, but this…? I had no idea. I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to go in the store again and not visualize Kayla, naked, legs wrapped around my waist or on her hands and knees screaming out her orgasm. I hoped to hell it wouldn’t alter our professional relationship… at least too much. Yeah, I know, a little late to be worrying about that little detail!

We finally went to sleep in each other’s arms. I awoke once during the night, realizing how much Addie and my marriage had changed in the last few months. If someone had told me that I’d be in bed with Kayla and Addie with her husband when Addie first interviewed her, I’d have laughed in their face. Not even to mention our parents!

Kayla invited me in the shower with her the next morning and we made love with the hot shower water running over us and our lips locked together. I don’t know if it was still the effect from the pill or just who I was in the shower with, but my cock was still abnormally hard. And Kayla seemed to appreciate it, very vocally. Even though the urgency of the night before had worn off and this was much more love-making than fucking, it was no less fulfilling and a more than enjoyable end to our ‘date’. I hoped the other three couples of our little group had as satisfying of a morning.

When we were drying, our room phone rang. I was a bit confused why it wasn’t my cell phone, realizing that only one other person would know our room number, Adriana. On my way to get it, I checked my cell phone – dead. With all the advancements they’d made with cell phone technology, they still hadn’t figured out how to make them work with a dead battery.

I was right, it was Addie. She said they and our parents were meeting for breakfast in the lobby in ten minutes. I looked at Kayla, who had stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her, those long, sexy legs still shiny wet. “We’ll try, not sure,” I told my wife.

When I hung up, I told Kayla what Addie had told me. She wrinkled her nose, a cute gesture I’d never seen on her before, “I’ll try, not sure about ten minutes, though.”

She dropped the towel and it was the first time I’d had a chance to really admire her naked body. I’ll say that Ethan’s a very, very lucky man! Have I ever mentioned Kayla’s long, sexy legs? Of course, I’ll say that I’m pretty damn lucky, too. Not only have I gotten to enjoy some pretty damn beautiful women, one of whom was going to be the feature playmate in Playboy in only one more day; and a pretty damned gorgeous wife, too.

It took Kayla nearly twenty minutes to get dressed, her makeup on and so on. Neither of us had anything to wear except what we’d worn the night before. Unfortunately, several buttons on my shirt were torn off and it was a little hard to hide. Kayla, for her part, wore the same shorts and top as the night before, but with her jacket over them. I tried buttoning my sports jacket a little more, but there were still pretty obvious missing buttons.

When we were both ready to go downstairs, Kayla stopped me and kissed me on the cheek, saying, “Matt, thank you for last night and this morning.” She smiled, adding, “We good?”

She smelled like she had the night before, so feminine and sexy, “Thank YOU, Kayla, I’d say it was terrific, but that seems like kind of an understatement.” Then I remembered what she’d asked, “Yeah, we’re good, better than good.”

She smiled, “Do it again sometime?”

“Sure hope so.” Another understatement!

We went downstairs, a little more reserved than when we’d come up. I was glad to see both sets of our parents sitting back together. I was concerned that they wouldn’t be able to put Humpty Dumpty back together again. I was still worried about it, especially the way Dad was looking at Laura.

Addie was wearing the same sheer blouse, but thankfully, she’d put the camisole on underneath.

After breakfast, we checked out and Addie drove everyone back to the restaurant where the rest of the cars were still parked, then we headed home to get the Jeep.

I wanted to ask Addie about her night and tell her about mine, but my biggest worry was my dad and Laura. Travis and Mom had seemed okay, but Dad…? Hopefully, it was just my imagination, but I didn’t think so.