Dave headed to the restaurant while the others slept. He loved mornings and relished the chance to clear his mind with no other obligations. He ordered black coffee and toast. Once the coffee had set in, he reached into his pocket--the business card felt heavy in his hand. So far, most of the weekend had been driven by Susie and Sam, and he figured it was time to take charge more often.
He shot off a text to Maggie--the attendant from the lingerie store.
Wondering what you are doing later--do you feel like stopping by the Lake Swing cabin complex? We'd love to have you.
He smiled to himself at the double entendre.
He didn't expect anything to happen. Probably she regretted leaving her card in the bag, but he figured it was worth the risk. Susie joined him a few minutes later.
"Hey, you," she said, plunking herself down in the opposite chair. They were both dressed down and feeling the effects of their overindulgence from the day before.
"Hey yourself," he said, signaling the waiter and pouring her a coffee from the carafe the waiter had left on the table.
"Oh, I need this." She took a sip, then ordered a three-egg omelette.
"You still feeling OK?" She reached out with her foot, placing it on his calf.
"Amazing," he said. "I can't get last night out of my head."
"Me neither." She blushed. "I still need to wash my face." The thought of her sitting at breakfast with his and Andy's dried cum still coating her face caused Dave's cock to twitch despite how sore he felt. It was crazy to think how things had changed in such a short time.
Only a week ago, he'd never have thought any of this would be possible. Yet here they were sitting here across from each other, having had multiple group sex and exhibitionist sessions with their best friends. They'd also witnessed their other long-term friends swapping wives on a remote beach.
What the heck was happening?
He knew their lives had changed forever, and he liked it.
"So, that was hot with the taxi driver last night," Dave said, thinking back to the two girls blowing him in the abandoned parking lot.
"You think so?" she said. "I was worried you'd think it was one dick too many, and we were taking advantage."
"You know, a week ago I'd have definitely agreed, but given what's happened the past few days, I'm hoping my cock will recover somehow so we can do more."
"Phew," she replied, and Dave could see a wave of relief wash over her. "I was worried we'd gone too far there."
"Not at all," said Dave, "but I am interested in how much pre-planning went into this trip. While I'm having the time of my life, I can't help feeling somewhat played."
"That's fair. I didn't intend this to happen. I was at a boozy lunch with Sam one day when she mentioned her sex life with Andy was in a rut. One of her friends suggested swinging. I told her that was no way to fix a broken relationship, and we left it at that."
"Go on," Dave said, knowing there was more to it.
"Well, three months later she comes to me, saying she and Andy went to the Sapphire Club. They had an amazing time and ended up hooking up with another couple. She told me their sex afterwards had never been better, and I had to admit, her story was making my panties wet. So we decided to give it a go on this trip. That's when she suggested she cancel their reservation, forcing us all to share a room."
"Risky," said Dave, although he was well aware of the room cancellation trick, having seen the email.
"Well, it wasn't supposed to go as far as it did," she admitted. "We figured we'd watch each other have sex in the other bed, see each other's tits and cocks, and that would be it. Then there was only one bed, and we got carried away on the lake and... well, you know the rest. Are you mad at me?"
"Not at all," said Dave. "Next time you have a crazy idea. Maybe let me know first, rather than tricking me into it? Deal?"
"Deal," she said, cheersing him with her coffee.
They settled into a relaxed silence for a few minutes until Sam and Andy arrived, bleary-eyed. They wore the same wrinkled clothes they'd worn the previous night.
"Fuck, I feel like something died in my throat," said Sam, settling down into the seat next to Dave; Andy took the seat by Susie. Dave poured their coffee and gestured to the waiter for a refill.
Andy didn't look that great, although Dave figured he and Susie were also not at their finest. They ate and drank in relative silence, hoping the caffeine and protein from omelettes would revive them.
"I'm not up for much this morning," admitted Susie. "Maybe a shower and then head to the pool?" She got no dissenters, and they all showered one by one, the other three hanging out in the bed, watching trash TV.
When Dave returned from his shower, he saw a notification on his phone. To his surprise, Maggie had responded that she'd love to join them later that day. He texted her their cabin number along with the address.
They changed in front of each other into their swimsuits, each reasoning that they had seen everything and more the previous night. Boobs, butts, and penises were on full display as they pulled on their swimsuits. They decided to go to the quiet pool, which was adults only, giving them a break from the crazy events of the weekend.
They looked like two married couples. The only notable difference was that it was the opposite partners that coated each other in sunscreen. However, this morning, it felt more like an intimate act of self-care than a sexual one.
Dave settled into his book, sandwiched between Susie and Sam on their loungers. Within a few minutes, he fell into a deep sleep. God, it felt good after the exertions of the past few days. Some time later, the feeling of fingernails running up and down his stomach slowly making their way down over his crotch.
"Don't want to burn now," said Sam, hovering over him. Dave wasn't entirely sure how he felt.
Was it taking away from Susie's role?
He glanced over and saw she was on all fours next to Andy, stroking his chest. Dave didn't feel bad after all and leaned eagerly into Sam.
Sam was wearing a deep-cut bikini top, which exposed a large amount of cleavage. Dave nuzzled his head between her breasts, feeling the soft flesh envelope him. Sam's hand snuck under his swim shorts, enclosing his burgeoning erection. Dave scanned the area. This was the quiet pool, not the sex pool. They were all alone, except for a single male waiter--the same one who had served them on their first day. The waiter was making himself busy at the other side of the pool, collecting empty glasses. However, Dave was sure he caught him stealing glimpses of Sam's tits and Susie's ass, which were in his direct line of sight.
Interesting
thought, Dave,
