Friday
The early morning shafts of light streamed through the gaps in the curtains. Sarah lay on her front, her head on Steve's lap, her hand resting on his soft cock. Her other arm was stretched across Dave's thick chest. They all dozed, completely exhausted, spent, after screwing each other well into the early morning.
"Jesus Christ" Dave woke with a start, "What time is it?"
"About eight" said Steve, glancing at the clock through half sleepy eyes. Dave bolted up in panic, throwing Sarah's arm off him.
"Oh shit.....shit......shit......Kate will fucking kill me! I said I'd be home last night!" He shuffled around the bed, barely awake, trying to get orientated, then darted to the bottom of the bed and found his pants.
"Tell her I send my love.......and tell her......that she's a very lucky girl......!" Sarah said, as she continued to doze, her face pressed into Steve's lap, a mischievous and contented smile on her face."
"Oh, just fuck off!" He retorted, grinning back at her slumbering, naked body. "I'll see you two when you get back." He rushed noisily out of the bedroom, flying down the stairs and quickly opened the front door, slamming it shut loudly, making the whole house vibrate behind him.
Sarah slowly sat up, reached across and kissed Steve on the lips. Her pussy felt sore from the pounding it had taken. She felt ashamed of herself, but at the same couldn't help feeling just a little exhilarated. "C'mon Steve, we've got to get up, packed and be at the airport by eleven"
"OK"
"With a bit of luck, we'll be at Jane's pool by four and you can have another couple of hours nap then."
"OK"
"Oh, c'mon Steve, let's get showered and freshened up." Sarah kissed his chest and rubbed his leg, a hint of irritation creeping into her voice. "We stink of sex."
They made it to the airport, through passport control and security, with an hour to spare before the flight. Not a word was said about last night. They felt too awkward about how they broach the subject.
They boarded the plane and got settled in their cramped, narrow seats. It was a quiet, out of season flight, with few passengers, so they had their own space and privacy. Sarah picked up a dog-eared inflight magazine from the netted seat pouch in front of her while Steve put his head back to doze.
"It was good last night....I enjoyed it" Sarah said quietly, her eyes skimming the glossy magazine.
"I did too Sar" replied Steve, keeping his eyes closed.
"We should invite Dave and Kate around more often."
"Christ, don't get greedy Sar!" Steve chuckled and turned towards her. He caught her eye.
"You don't think I'm a slut do you?" She whispered.
"No way!"
"Do you still love me?"
"Oh God......Yes, why wouldn't I?"
"You know, what we did last night.....with him?"
"Did you want to?"
Her eyes searched his. "It felt right.......It was so wrong ........but......" She smiled and sighed. "But, it felt so right Steve...."
"That's how I feel."
Her smile broadened, perhaps with just a sense of relief and she looked back at the magazine, browsing at the photo shopped celebrities cavorting about in their bikinis on Caribbean beaches. The hostesses performed their safety demonstrations, ignored by all the passengers on board.
"Does that girl in London keep in touch with you?"
"Don't be daft!" Steve replied, gobsmacked, "It was just for one night!"
"You lot took advantage of her though, didn't you!"
"Yeah, that's what happens when you get three pissed, horny lads and a girl flashing her tits at you"
"Dirty bastards!" said Sarah, sniggering into her magazine. "Three of you......!"
The plane took off with Sarah, as always, clutching Steve's thigh in mild fear. She continued to stroke his leg, her outstretched fingertips tentatively brushing against his groin.
Steve smiled and put his mouth to her ear and whispered. "Would you do it again......I mean, what happened last night?"
She paused. "Maybe, maybe if it was the right place or the right person, I don't really know......." She turned to look out of the small window, seeing the English countryside rolling below them, between the patchy clouds. She could still feel her pussy, although sore, trembling in excitement. "It felt right last night, it was really good. You and Dave were amazing...."
Steve smiled, proud and relaxed in the knowledge that his girlfriend was happy and also satisfied. He was concerned that he may have forced her into what happened. He closed his eyes and put his head back again, thinking about seeing his girlfriend, being fucked by his closest friend in front of him and also the distant memories of the girl in London. Random erotic thoughts flitted through his head, developing into an uncomfortable, pressing erection in his tight jeans. How could he manage that after last night?
The plane came into land with a sudden bump waking them both with a shock.
"I haven't seen Jane for over two years, I hope the villa's nice" said Sarah, her eyes sleepy from the flight.
"Me too.... wasn't she married to that fat, old twat though?" Steve replied "I don't think I could cope with him for three days"
"I don't think you'll have to. When she called up to invite us over, she said she only sees him once a month. She told me he flies in, screws her, takes her for a meal, screws her again, gives her a wad of cash and then fucks off back to London!" Sarah reached down to pick up her bottle of water and handbag and looked back up to Steve with a wicked smile. "It sounds like a perfect world doesn't it?!"
They were met at the exit of the airport terminal by an unsmiling, unshaven, gum chewing taxi driver. He took them swiftly out of the town, past dirty, graffiti ridden industrial units, into the greener countryside, up into the mountains along narrow dusty roads.
The taxi arrived at a pair of high wooden gates which opened automatically as the car edged near.
