“You cannot be serious!”
Emma had been through a lot these last eight days. With only two left on the failed honeymoon turned vacation, her best friend, Clarice, had let a relaxing spa trip become a sexual fun fest.
But now the gorgeous American, black-skinned, stunning, former bride, wanted Emma to cross the line she had fought against since first feeling Silas, the masseuse’ hands on her buttocks.
Clarice laughed in mischief at her French friend’s reaction. “Em! It’s just a blow job. You know Silas is packing something special. You’ve been staring at it for a week. Nathan doesn’t have to know.”
Emma rolled her eyes and crossed her arms under her sweet breasts. Of course, her boyfriend wouldn’t know. There are some things he will never know. Like the fact that she and her laughing best friend had sex together, twice! That she had been receiving massages and sexual teasing from Silas.
She was just a blowjob away from what she officially called cheating.
Sitting across the bistro table near the beach, Clarice was watching her carefully. She knew that Emma was struggling, but she also knew how badly the redhead needed a proper fucking. “How about this: we invite the two of them over for some drinks tonight, and we see where things go. We can even all stay in the same room if you want.”
Emma turned her head quickly, her eyes wide and bright. “You’re not only wanting me to cheat on Nathan, you want to watch? Tu es folle! What is going on with you?”
Clarice took a deep breath and put her hand on her friend’s shoulder. “If I have learned anything from Edward’s deception and cheating it’s that I deserve better. There’s no question, Doug is a great fuck and I’m having a blast. But I’m sure as hell not going to marry him. That’s not what this is about. When we leave here on Tuesday, we can leave the sex all here.” Looking deeply into Emma’s eyes, she could see that her shorter redheaded friend was starting to crumble. “But not necessarily all of it… I really enjoyed being with you, you know.”
The air was suddenly very thick and impossible to take in. Emma’s heart was hammering, and her whole body was incapable of movement. “Clari, arrete. We, we…can’t keep doing that. It’s too much. I am—“
“Having the best orgasms of your life brought on by another woman who happens to be your best friend? Yes, I can see how that would be problematic. Fine, I’ll drop it. But I won’t drop this next part.”
She slid her drink across the table so she could cross her arms on top and lean in towards her sweet French friend. There was a pause long enough for Emma to finish the rest of her pastry. Clarice loved making her squirm.
“Silas wants to fuck you. Let’s get that straight. So does Dougie boy but until we leave, he’s mine. Matt, the other dude in their posse has been eyeing the two of us like pieces of meat since we arrived here. The only reason he hasn’t gotten any closer is because he is a gentleman, and Doug’s boss. Plus, I’m pretty sure there’s plenty of other pussy available.”
“Clarice! Come on…” Emma hated it when her friend got vulgar. But that didn’t stop her panties from suddenly feeling a tad bit wetter.
Clarice plowed on. “I swear to you, none of this needs to go back with us to our regular lives. No one will ever know.”
Emma scoffed. “Except for Edward. You’ve sent two different videos to him! Doug and you, as you so poetically put it, fucking like wild hogs.”
Clarice sat back and laughed, enjoying the image of her ex-fiancé suffering through her being pleasured beyond levels he never could reach.
“Well, there is that. But he’d be a complete dumb-ass fool to ever share that with anybody. He was never one for public embarrassment.”
Her face allowed a brush of sadness that Emma had seen manifest a few times over this trip. A part of her was still grieving and would be for quite some time. It was up to Emma to be the best friend to help her through it.
“D’accord…” She took a deep breath and one more sip.
Clarice’s eyebrow went up. “‘All right’ what?”
“All right. You want to have some big sex party with your new boyfriend and his, what do you call it, posse? You go right ahead. For my part, I am going to try to,” she hesitated, “relax in Silas’ presence.” Before Clarice could protest, Emma added, “We will see where that leads.”
Clarice’s eyes went wide and she laughed with abandon. The sound made Emma relax somewhat, and she joined in at the same level of emotional release.
“D’ccord it is then!” Clarice raised her glass. “To long, slow goodbyes and multiple orgasms.”
Emma clinked Clarice’s glass, took a sip and thought to herself, “What have you gotten yourself into?”
The plan was to have their usual duo massages and to let the men take it further. Clarice would get Doug to have Matt, and any others he could get, to join them in their rooms. Emma would meet Silas somewhere else private.
Things don’t always follow a plan…
***
Clarice lay on the table feeling disappointed that Doug was running late from his “duties at the boat rental.” Matt was there, Doug’s supervisor. Despite him being in on the party tonight, Clarice was unsure how much he knew. She decided to test things out.
An older man with salt and pepper hair he was bigger in many ways than his younger counterparts. His body showed age and felt thick where it needed to be. He had very kind, deep green eyes. Clarice lifted an eyebrow and hummed.
He gestured to the table and kindly turned to allow her to crawl under the sheet. Even though he would be touching almost all of her body, the moment of modesty was a courtesy most women appreciated. Clarice cleared her throat, and he turned. She dropped her robe and her naked magnificence was on full display. She crawled onto the table, not relinquishing eye lock from Matt, who simply smiled softly. Just as they were about to begin, there was a bustle at the doorway and in walked a rather flushed Doug.
“I am so sorry! People were late. I couldn’t leave until everyone had returned and… ” He took a deep breath. “Sorry again.” He looked to Matt. “Thanks, boss, but I’ve got it from here.”
Matt raised an eyebrow and nodded with a smirk. He knew what was up.
He turned and kindly said to a surprised Clarice, “We will always have what might have been. Enjoy.” Clarice giggled slightly as he bowed and gallantly exited.
Doug rolled his eyes. “He’s a smoothie that old dude. Listen… Before we start, there’s something I need to tell you.”
Whenever Doug started a conversation with those kinds of words, she knew something bad was coming about her ex-fiancé. A thing she’d rather not hear. Her instincts could not have been more spot on.
Doug sat on the stool at the end of the table and took her hand. “Alicia, the blonde bimbo who has been, you know…”
Clarice rolled her eyes. “Fucking my ex? Yes, I know who she is.”
“Well, I thought you needed to see this.”
He held up his phone, and there was a post of a busty, vacant-eyed blonde Barbie. Nothing remarkable, except her extended hand showed a sparkling engagement ring.
The heat that rose through Clarice was like an inflamed tsunami.
“Are you fucking KIDDING ME?!”
Doug actually leaned back from the wave of anger exploding out of this formidable woman. After a moment, there was noise at the door and Emma burst through in nothing but a robe.
“What the devil happened? Are you alright?”
Clarice tossed her head back and laughed in a blend of disbelief and anger bordering on maniacal. Without even looking, she tossed Douglas’ phone to Emma. Emma looked down and her breath caught.
“Holy fuck!” She whispered.
She wanted to check on her friend, but when she looked, Clarice’s brown fingers were turning bleached white from the grip on the edge of the table. Emma turned and handed Doug his phone, not surprised to see the sexy-as-hell blonde looking just as frightened as she felt.
Doug whispered to Emma. “I knew she’d be upset. I just didn’t think it would be so much.”
Emma had been doubting his motivations for several days now, assuming he was after the amazing sex with her best friend. And she caught just the smallest glimpse of a smile as he turned back towards the woman on the table.
Clarice had finally regulated her breathing and turned with a fire in her eyes that could burn down the whole island.
“Doug, I don’t just want you to fuck me. I want you to make me scream and forget I ever knew that son of a bitch!”
She rose, and fearlessly naked, headed towards the changing room. She yelled back, “Bring your boss. And whoever the fuck else you want!”
She stopped abruptly, half turned, her legs trembling. tears of anger beginning to regrettably flow down her cheeks. Her voice was low and burned the room with a righteous conflagration. “I want to be completely fucking destroyed. Every hole, no mercy, no holding back. I want you to stuff me, ruin me, cover me in cum and spit and sweat until I reek of it. Turn me into your bitch, your cum-dump, your three-hole fucktoy that whimpers and begs for more…,” she stopped again, her whitening fists seemingly trying to fight back a complete breakdown.
No one dared move. Clarice’s uncontrolled breathing broke the silence.
“And I want you to film every single second of it. Every filthy, salacious, crude detail. Every thrust, every gag, every time I choke on cock, every load that drips out of me. I want it all captured so he can watch later and see exactly what a depraved slut I became,” she leaned into Doug and growled out, “for you.”
She spun and was gone.
“Mon dieu…Clari…” Emma breathed.
After apologizing to Silas and making plans for later, Emma headed back to the room to check on her friend.
Clarice was just getting out of the shower and had laid out what would pass for her outfit for the night: a bikini top, a wraparound skirt, and nothing else.
The redhead felt the thickness in the room and didn’t really know what to say, so she opted for levity. “Are we going for easy access then?”
Clarice half-smiled from the vanity, putting on a light bit of makeup. “You were there; you know what I need from them. I’m gonna fucking get it.”
Emma knew not to argue the plan, just maybe help modify it. The images of her gorgeous friend being taken by three men with hard cocks and no restraints actually made her pussy envious. A burst of heat and moisture soaked her, and she got a slight chill.
“Well, you will be happy to know. I made special plans for Silas and me tonight.” She stood right behind her friend’s shoulder and focused on her reflection.
Clarice’s head snapped, and her eyes flew wide. The biggest smile Emma had ever seen completely transformed Clarice’s beautiful face. She rushed to her French friend, squealing like a sorority girl, her red-tipped dreads bouncing with joy. She squeezed her tight and spun her in the air.
“Ahhhh!! Oui, ma chérie! Time to get some of that big brother boner. I hope he ruins you! Oh my God, I’m so excited!”
Emma would respond, but she was having trouble breathing from the tight hug. She patted her friend’s arms, and Clarice released her.
“Thank you for your enthusiasm,” Emma coughed. “I wondered: do you want me to go to his room or use mine? In other words, do you want me nearby in case you need me?”
Clarice looked decidedly wicked and leaned in and slightly down, so their eyes were inches apart. “Nothing will go wrong, but…” she leaned in and whispered in Emma’s ear. “I want to hear you scream when he fills you for the first time!” She then took Emma’s earlobe in her teeth and sucked the diamond stud into her lips. Emma shuddered and moaned.
“Evil woman…” she playfully muttered as she headed for her own room.
***
The time before the men’s arrival seemed to grind to island pace. The two women had drinks ready, and both had extra towels and, per Clarice’s suggestion, plenty of lube. “You may need it, ma chérie,” she had cautioned. Emma had blushed but nodded anyway.
Emma did a last check; her loose palm tree-print dress with the off-the-shoulder elastic neckline was exceptionally flattering. It was one of Clarice’s. She had her red locks tied off to the left side, gold hoop earrings catching the finale of the sunset. She looked like a woman who was happy to cheat on her longtime boyfriend. Her reflection seemed to smirk.
Clarice looked…well, perfect. Emma stared in disbelief at what nature and some diligent self-care had created. She half wanted the men to stand them up so she could –
A knock on the door snapped her back to the excitement.
Clarice let her exquisite face swivel on her exquisite neck to flash her friend an exquisite smile.
She opened the door, and a rush of loose morals and lustful possibility rushed in on a wave of cologne and hair products.
Doug was first with a boisterous hello, a common bottle of wine, and a tripod with a phone mount.
Matt was next, shaking his salt and pepper head. He muttered, “Jesus,” and rolled his eyes at the brazen way Doug took Clarice in his arms and latched onto her mouth with his own.
Matt air-kissed Emma, and she responded in kind. “Enchantée, Emma.” He was strikingly handsome, she thought.
“Only two of you?” Clarice inquired.
Doug growled. “We’re all you’ll need, babe.” Matt choked back a laugh. Clarice rolled her eyes.
Silas was last, and Emma’s breath caught. He was wearing a light tan and blue shirt open past his chest. Khaki Island shorts hugged his splendid waist and allowed for his impressive package to be comfortably on display. But it was his facial expression that sealed the deal for Emma. He was genuinely stunned at how good she looked. She blushed and looked down for a moment, almost melting with the primal power of his gaze.
He took her in his arms and placed his hand on her cheek. “You look incredible. I don’t think I’m worthy of such beauty.”
“I don’t think I’m worthy of such bullshit,” she playfully responded as they melted into a kiss. Her hands glided over his sculpted, muscular shoulders, which he kindly lowered to her reach.
Her entire body nearly liquified on the spot. Her arousal scent was so strong, and her need for release was nearly off the charts. If anyone had asked, she would not have known the name of her boyfriend back in Paris. The only focus she had was on this gorgeous black American and his incredibly talented mouth.
As Doug set up his phone and checked for angles, playful pleasantries and drinks were shared by all. Bold sexual expectation hung in the air and asked for a place to land.
Emma sat sideways on Silas’ lap, and they made out between drinks. His large hands explored her like a lover rather than a masseuse and Emma moaned softly.
Matt was massaging and kissing Clarice’s feet and calves while Doug worked his fingers over her bare midriff, their mouths in a sensual tongue ballet.
Emma was feeling intense heat in her core; a coiling that had begun hours ago threatened to release too early. She broke off the kiss and asked Silas to her room.
He nodded and they were about to stand when her bestie took over the focus. Untangled from Matt and Doug, a standing Clarice unhooked her bikini top and let her arms loose so it could fall off her incredibly full and firm bust. Everyone in the room was in awed silence. She tossed the garment to Emma while holding Doug’s gaze. She was working them up into a desperation. Next came the skirt. Her slender fingers undid the knot, and she allowed it to drop. The fully exposed body of this goddess was breathtaking. Her abs were impeccable and her legs opened just enough to show her extended labia were glistening.
Emma squeezed the fabric in her hands and moaned something incomprehensible in French. Silas muttered, “Holy fuck.” Holy indeed. He was already partially hard, and Emma felt a significant expansion under her thigh,
She made a decision.
She tossed the bikini top and took his face in her hands. A tongue kiss erupted that left no question as to what was about to transpire. Just not the way she had planned it. She squeezed her eyes shut and her thighs tight. “I want to stay out here and… watch while we…”
Silas’ eyes narrowed, and he moaned, “Fuuuck…”
Emma winked. “Exactly.”
He chuckled softly and enveloped her left breast in his hand and squeezed it a bit harder than she expected. She winced and then shook slightly. She took her blousy sleeves and slid them down, the tube-style bodice allowing her sweetly topped breasts to pop free. His mouth was on her nipple in a flash, his darker skin electrifying her blushing paleness.
A few feet away, Clarice was on her knees. A fully naked Doug was holding her red-tipped dreads as she bobbed her superb mouth up and down his pole. She had her left hand stroking Matt, who was awkwardly pulling off his shoes and socks. He displayed an impressive seven inches of man to offer, and Clarice moaned as it grew to an impressive girth. Wider not longer, she thought to herself and her already blooming sex drooled at the prospects.
This was the night to finally get the memories of Edward and his shattering betrayal literally fucked out of her.
She slurped off of Doug and moved to Matt. She adjusted to make sure the camera captured the two of them. The cock in her hand was veiny and had some intriguing contours that she explored with her widened tongue. Matt moaned and looked to Doug and shook his head.
Doug smirked. “Told ya! She’s an exceptional slut.”
The compliment irritated her feminine pride and seduced her wanton womanhood in equal portions. She sped up her efforts on Matt, swirling her tongue and hands as she bobbed past her uvula to gagging depths. She pulled off after a few seconds, and saliva and drool ran down her chin and pooled on his thighs and scrotum.
As she demonstrated high-level oral skill, Doug moved behind her and began to reciprocate. His tongue and lips coated the split of her ass and slobbered over her winking anus. This was not a night to be a subtle and gentle lover. This was a night of fucking.
Clarice raised her head off of Matt’s cock and as Doug entered her swollen folds, she arched her back and howled like a bitch in heat. As she was.
Across the way, the now willingly unfaithful Emma was attempting to take more hard cock into her mouth than she ever had, nor imagined ever doing. Silas fit the common stereotype of the massive black erection. At the base, it was as wide as a beer bottle and as long as Emma’s forearm. She had seen it in its majestic firmness before. But this was as if it had something to prove to her and the room: they had met their match.
Silas held onto her head, tangling and manipulating her recently styled red mane. Her full lips and relatively pale skin looked incredible against his cock. The woman was very skilled and seemed to also have something to prove; she could take it, and she craved it.
After making his balls feel like they had been coated with glazing, she stood and dropped her dress to the floor. Her ocean blue thong caught the light and he sighed. “Dayam…”
She had decided to cheat. She had decided to fuck. And she had decided to be a slutty fucker for this excellent man. With that in mind, she turned, bent over, and slid her wet, satiny lingerie to the floor. Her exposed crease was wet with arousal, and a string of her nectar connected her labia to the thong’s gusset, stretching and breaking halfway down her thigh. Silas reached out his index finger and caught the strand. He took it to his mouth and moaned as if he had been blessed. It was the best he had ever tasted. He wanted more, but his fiery lover had purposes that overrode his.
Emma turned and straddled this hunk of demigod, who held his pole up for her to engulf. She grasped it and, with a synchronicity that sent her to orgasmic bliss, guided it into her simmering entry.
As it filled her, split her open, and took her breath, she arched her head back and called out in ecstatic, blissful guilt, “Forgive meee!”
Clarice screeched in sisterly commiseration around the hulk of Matt’s shaft. Doug and Matt now had her on her hands and knees, and the three were working out a rhythm for their classic spit roast. Emma’s scream was what she expected to happen, and she could not be happier. She was also happy that at that moment Doug slapped both her ass cheeks and adjusted to have a more intense penetrative angle. It sent a shockwave through her nerves, and without even touching her throbbing nub, she exploded in climax. It shook her, held her, and then dropped her into a skydive of pure bliss.
Matt was not at all disappointed that she let his cock spit out of her mouth so as to scream. Her back arching and eyes closed, face to the ceiling, was a sight he would not soon forget.
“FUUUCK! I’m cummingghhhuuhhh!” ripped out of her as the wet sound of their mating was drowned out.
Doug was in awe as well, but his masculine, dominant psyche took him to seeing red and hearing only ringing as the spasming of her well fucked cunt tried to squeeze and expel him. He drove harder and faster and was soon on the verge. “FUCK yes, Clarice! I’m going to fill this slutty hole!”
Matt had taken her hair in his hands and not so harshly lifted her face up to him. She was lost in lustful surrender and he was fascinated. He kissed her fully on her drooling mouth, and she instinctively reciprocated. She was theirs to use and fill, and she was liberated by the realization.
Emma heard and saw every moment and almost stopped bouncing on the top half of Silas’ cock. She had her hands on his chest for support, his own groping her pendulous breasts, his thumbs sweetly torturing her nipples. She had cum as well from the sheer size and fullness of the moment, yet her voice had been taken. Silas bent forward and took her left breast in his mouth, covering more than just nipple in his oral aggression. She grabbed the back of his head and pressed him deeper into her yielding flesh.
She had come to the edge of her previously known level of sexual satisfaction and had been shoved across the line. She was now racing through new territory, forgetting France even existed.
Silas was using every element of his physical powers and mental training to NOT cum yet. He wanted the first of the night to be inside this French fireball, but he wanted it to be more dominant. He wanted the moment to scream “Mine!”
Emma was still shaking from the intensity of what seemed to be three orgasms strung together. She was still managing to move his cock in and out of her. He was aiding with his thrusts up into her clutching cavern. He wrapped his arms fully around her, and she looked at him through a fuck fog as if to ask, “Where?”
He pulled his body up and turned to deposit them back onto the large, plush extended lounge chair. Emma let out a grunt from the drop but also from the sexual prowess on display. Silas took her feet in his hands; his cock still anchored in her lake. He kissed her toes and ran a tongue up her arch. She shook and gasped at another first. He then gripped her heels and pushed them toward her shoulders. Her eyes went wide, and she let out a long, breathy, “Fuuuckkk.”
And he did.
Their sex sounds were porn-worthy yet still second-level to the ones emitted by the trio across the room.
Clarice was now being orally spit-roasted. On her back on the actual rug, her legs were butterfly with Doug devouring her sex as if her nectar held the secret of long life. Matt was above her, driving his impressive cock into her throat. She looked wet and ruined and exceptionally satisfied. His slightly hairy balls bounced off her nose and forehead, and she never wavered from suction and tongue work. She felt him beginning to stiffen and his balls contract. His thrusts slowed, and his grunting rose in pitch. She prepared herself and pushed him up slightly until the head of his impressive shaft was mid-mouth. The gushing ejaculate filled her mouth faster than she expected, yet at a volume she craved. She swallowed and swallowed, moaning and grunting, her hands above her head, caressing the cheeks of his firm butt.
She was cum drunk and a little bit alcohol drunk as well.
Another orgasm ripped through her body as Matt pulled out and flopped back on his ass. She lifted her body up to her elbows and slammed her thighs onto Doug’s ears. The climax ripped from behind her belly and spread across her entire pelvis, like a match thrown on gasoline. She arched, convulsed, and screeched. “Aghhh fuuuck! Ohhh my GAWWWDdd!”
When she finally flopped back to the ground, she released Doug’s head and he pulled back with a gasp. This was the female version of gagging your lover. His eyes wide, his breath ragged, there wasn’t a spot from hairline to collarbone that wasn’t wet.
The winded trio needed a break, a drink, and perhaps a trip to the bathroom. The gentlemen stood up and offered her a hand. She waved it away, wanting to stay down there and allow her body to reclaim itself from the delightful demon that had granted her at least three orgasms so far.
She glanced over, and warm joy was added to her emotional soup as she watched her best friend finally getting fucked the way she needed. Emma was no longer in any control. Her hair was tousled. Her hoop earrings were gone to who knows where. Her well-manicured fingernails were digging into the shoulders of this demigod. His massive trunk of a cock was ruining her pussy for anyone in the future, and she did not care one bit.
Silas stiffened, his voice low and rumbling. Without asking, he took the liberty of filling her, breeding her deep inside. The blast of hot cum splashed against her cervix and her deep walls and sent the poor woman into one more ecstatic convulsion. She was whimpering in a high-pitched staccato rhythm. Her body not just traveling to new places, but willingly getting lost in them.
Clarice let out a soft sigh and an appreciative, “Sweet Jesus.”
When the two chair lovers kissed and began to recover, Silas staggered and stood. He offered a hand to his partner. He was already taller than her, but now he looked like a giant. Emma lazily took his hand, and he effortlessly pulled her upright, holding her close. She turned her head and lay it sideways on his lower chest and saw her beautiful friend come into focus. Clari was on her side, propped up on an elbow, lazily circling her hip and well-used pussy. She was a queen wearing the mask of a court jester.
She winked at her redheaded friend and muttered softly, “I told you so.”
The quick cleanup, drinks, snacks, and camera check seemed to be a quiet moment of a team resetting for the second half of a game. Silas sat on the couch, Emma leaning against him, downing another glass of something Doug had concocted. The blonde turned bartender was mixing a few more, his majestic back and near-perfect ass like a work of art that Clarice was admiring for the 100th time.
She stroked Matt next to her and easily got him hard again. He was kissing her shoulders and circling her nipple with his fingers.
Clarice decided it was time to shake things up a bit, as if they hadn’t already.
“Time to trade partners, people. I’d like some of that big cock of yours Silas. And I know for a fact that this older gentleman next to me has been eyeing a certain redhead all week.”
Matt sat up his eyes wide with surprise. Not because it was untrue, but because someone had noticed. He had kept his hands literally off of Emma, knowing that Silas wanted her.
Emma suddenly looked a bit concerned.
Silas chuckled softly. “If you think you can handle me, my sister, I’m all yours.”
Clarice chuckled back, stood and walked over to him. Without ceremony, permission nor hesitation, she gently pushed her friend over, straddled Silas’s legs and lowered her open and gaping sex down on his already recovered pole.
“Oh my God!” Emma muttered, not out of jealousy, but out of the sheer beauty of this sex act.
She turned and saw that Matt was no longer blushing but was looking quite hopeful. The fifty-year-old stroked himself and said in a low voice that dripped with experience, “Did you hear what she said? Time for a change. Come.” He held out his hand, and a newly awakened Emma decided, “Why not?” She walked over to him and, rather than imitating her friend, she chose a more submissive angle. This man looked like he might fill a certain age fantasy she had only shared with her inner submissive. And doggy style would do exactly that.
Matt breathed deeply and took what was willingly given. Emma moaned and dropped her head to the rug. Matt wasted no time getting deep and thorough. His hands gripped her with a possessive grip that also spoke of care and purpose. His thrusts were deliberate, direct, and decisive. Emma was shocked at another new sensation so different from Silas but still incredibly revelatory.
“Baise moi, Matt. Ohh yesss.”
A nearly oblivious Doug came back from a quick trip to the bathroom and was holding the mixed drinks. The fucking that had already proceeded made him laugh out loud.
“I guess you guys couldn’t wait for the whistle to start the second half.” He then shouted, “Shit!” and quickly started the recording again.
The second half went way past regulation. Matt used Emma like a fucktoy in three positions. After expelling a screaming deposit in her spasming body, he sucked it from her well-used cunt. She was floating from the concentrated power of the orgasm his exceptional mouth yielded.
Emma returned the oral gift and brought him back with grunts and moans of “Holy fuck!” repeated. He then assisted his friends in the finale. Clarice was airtight and lost count of the number of orgasms it gave her.
***
The men long gone, sex permeating every piece of furniture, an exhausted over-fucked pair of best friends slept in each other’s arms.
***
They were packed for the trip to the airport and the eight-hour flight back home and were waiting by the main entry to the resort.
Doug helped them cart their things to the shuttle. Silas arrived and gave Emma one more kiss and a huge thank you.
“Non, merci à toi. You have given me a gift I will never forget.”
Doug was hugging Clarice, a new energy surrounding the couple. “When I get back to the States, I hope we can continue. I think I can be the man he wasn’t.”
Clarice felt a bit uncomfortable but decided this was a challenge for another day. She smiled and they kissed goodbye.
Matt came over to see Emma and the redhead was surprised to see he seemed agitated. “Can I have a private moment?”
Emma nodded and stepped away from Silas, who nodded to Matt and headed off to an appointment.
“Thank you, Matt, for a wonderful night. I have never given myself like that. But I won’t be able – “
He cut her off with a hand. “You have a situation that needs immediate attention.”
He handed her his phone, and what appeared were screenshots of dozens of texts between Doug and his sister, who looked remarkably like Alicia the Bimbo. Emma read them quickly and her eyes went wide and her breath caught.
Across the way, Clarice noticed the moment and stepped over. “What’s up, Em?”
Emma gulped and handed Matt his phone. “You do not need to see. But you need to know,” She looked over Clarice’s shoulder and burned Doug to ash with her stare. “Doug has been lying this whole time! He encouraged the text blackout because Edward never cheated! He made it up to, how did he put it, “get in your pussy!” He is insanely jealous of Edward and just wanted a week of sex with his best friend’s fiancé. And his sister made it happen!” She nodded to Matt, who showed Clarice his phone. “Clari, baby, Edward never cheated.”
***
Doug spent two days in the island infirmary with a broken nose and severely bruised genitalia. None of his friends visited, having also been deceived.
Matt had seen him messaging his sister that morning and had snuck Doug’s phone to verify. Then the whole story had unraveled. It was Silas who contacted Edward to verify.
***
The week Edward and Clarice spent locked in their apartment was filled with tears, apologies, and lots of makeup sex.
***
Emma and Nathan planned a holiday away.
He also agreed to photograph Edward and Clarice’s rescheduled wedding taking place right there in Paris in the autumn… far away from any island resorts.
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