My wife's best friend, Laura, was very close to the two of us. She spent so much time with us because her boyfriend, Tom, worked out of town a lot. His job often sent him away with short notice and an uncertain return date. Frankly, I don't know how Laura coped with it. Their relationship had to be difficult, with many lonely nights for both of them.
When Tom was away, Laura was often over at our place. Laura and my wife, Rachel, had known each other since they started college. I had gotten comfortable enough with Laura that our conversations covered everything – even sex. Many times when the three of us were together, the topic of conversation strayed to how often we did it, favorite positions, what we really liked from oral sex, and masturbation. For our part, Rachel and I learned from these conversations. Laura said she was learning from us as well. A few times, we even rented porno movies to watch together. Usually on these nights, after Laura went home, the sex with Rachel was at its best. I got so horny talking about the intimate details of our sex lives with Laura. I would sit there trying to conceal a raging hard-on, anxious for Laura to leave so I could take Rachel to bed. When I did and we got undressed, I would find her pussy to be about as wet as it got. She apparently also enjoyed the discussions. The next time we saw Laura, she would ask if we had fun after she had left. We would answer truthfully. For her part, Laura would tell how she had used her dildo to satisfy her urges.
When Tom was in town, Laura was busy in bed with him. We didn't see the two of them nearly as often as we saw just Laura when Tom was gone. More than once, I fantasized about having sex with Laura. I had seen her in a bikini so it wasn't too much of a stretch to imagine what her tits looked like. I had a pretty good idea of what Laura's pussy must look like, from the shape of her bikini stretched across her labia. I had masturbated while thinking about this, and even played the fantasy out in my mind a few times as I had sex with Rachel, though I had never shared this fact with either woman.
We were friends with Tom; we just didn't have as much opportunity to spend time with him. I guess that is why we weren't as close to him as we were to Laura.
One time when Tom was away, we made plans to get together for a week in Florida. Tom would be getting some vacation time starting that Friday. Since he was working on the east coast, the plan was for Laura to ride with us to the hotel and Tom would meet us there. We reserved two rooms on the beach. We were lucky to get them because it was a holiday weekend.
The three of us took the afternoon off that Friday. Rachel and I packed the car and picked up Laura at her apartment. She was ready, anxious to see Tom. He had been gone for two weeks and she was horny. We got in the car and headed east on the interstate.
To pass the time, Laura brought along a book to read. She had Kamasutra-Guide to Good Sex. From the back seat, she intended to read to us from the book to pass the time.
She opened the book and began reading. Amid giggles and comments, we slowly got through the book. We were all thinking about how, in a few hours, we would be getting the chance to try out these things. Sex was on all our minds. I was hard and there was no denying it. My dick was getting uncomfortably large in the confines of my shorts. I caught my wife looking over at my lap. She smiled and raised her eyebrows. She leaned over and whispered, "Enjoying the book?" I nodded. "Me, too. I can't wait until later." She straightened up and we listened attentively to our friend in the back seat.
Laura read, skimming forwards and backwards through the book, selecting passages that looked interesting or funny. Comments of "That sounds interesting" and "I never thought of doing it that way" and even "Ooh, that sounds good" were frequent. Once, while checking the rear view mirror, I noticed that Laura's nipples were visible through her thin top. Apparently Rachel and I weren't the only ones affected by the book.
The girls were dressed lightly for the hot summer day. Expecting sex, Laura probably wasn't wearing a bra. I wondered if she was even wearing panties and my dick got even harder. I tried to imagine what she looked like naked. Rachel and I had discussed fantasies that included Laura. It was once while talking about this that Rachel told me Laura was a natural blonde. Her pubic hair was as light as the wheat colored hair on her head. This fascinated me, a fact that had not been missed by my wife.
Rachel undid her seat belt and slid closer to me. She put her left hand on my bare thigh, and then slid it up over my shorts. Glancing sideways at me, she gave me a little smile and licked her lips as her hand slipped under the leg of my shorts. A groan slipped uncontrolled past my lips.
"Hey, what are you two doing up there, anyway? You're supposed to be driving," Laura said with a grin.
"I'm trying to drive, but it's hard –" I started to answer but Rachel cut me off.
"Yeah, it's hard alright," she reported as her hand went under the leg band of my underwear and squeezed the end of my dick.
"I started to say that it's hard to drive when someone is distracting me," I tried again.
Laura was now looking over the front seat and saw where Rachel's hand was.
"Hey, no fair. I don't have one of those to play with," Laura whined.
"You'll get yours soon enough," Rachel countered, as she continued to squeeze.
Realizing that Laura didn't mind what Rachel was doing to me right in front of her, just that she couldn't do the same thing in the back seat, almost pushed me over the edge. Breathing deeply, I warned Rachel, "If you don't stop, there's going to be a mess to clean up, unless you're planning on swallowing all of it."
Rachel laughed as she answered, "In the car? Only after dark." She looked right at Laura and winked. I almost came right there. Rachel withdrew her hand, but Laura noticed her fingers had some of my precum smeared on it. Rachel saw Laura's reaction and licked her fingers clean to tease her friend. Laura moaned in frustration.
"Want a taste? " Rachel teased, holding up her hand in front of Laura's face.
Laura laughed and said, "Nah, I think I'll wait for mine." She moved against the back seat again, then added, "But if you don't behave yourselves, you'll drive me to masturbate back here."
"Don't let me stop you," I suggested. That brought a fresh round of giggles.
"Geesh, get a room, you two," Laura lamented with frustration tingeing her voice.
"We're going to, as soon as we get there," Rachel answered. "How much further?"
"Another two hours," I replied. "Getting anxious?"
"We all are," came the response from the back seat.
"Maybe we should change the subject to ease the frustration," Rachel offered. "Read some more to us."
"Yeah, that's what we need. More Kamasutra," Laura said as we all laughed. In spite of that, she continued reading.
By the time we arrived at the hotel, the car contained three very horny people who couldn't wait to get started fucking. That was, after all, what this trip was all about. Sure, there was the beach and all that, but we were really all looking forward to spending a few days (and nights) in our hotel rooms just being couples. I felt a little sorry for Laura. Rachel and I were going to hop into bed as soon as we checked in. Laura would have to wait a few hours for Tim to arrive. I suspected that if he didn't arrive soon, Laura was going to take matters into her own hands until he got there.
Parking in front of the lobby, I got out of the car and stretched. The girls followed suit and we walked through the glass doors of the lobby. We were greeted by a crowd. It was a holiday weekend, after all. By the looks of things, the hotel was going to be sold out. I was glad we had made our reservations well in advance. We joined the mob and waited our turns checking in. As we moved closer to the desk, I ended up in one line while Laura ended up in another line a little further over. The desk clerks appeared overworked and frustrated. It had to be difficult to remain pleasant when confronted with a mob that only grew no matter how fast you worked to reduce it.
My clerk was a pleasantly attractive young lady with Amy on her nametag. She was trying hard to smile; it was obvious. I stepped up when it was my turn, smiled, and said, "Hi, Amy. I have a reservation." Then I paused and thought about what I said. "I guess you've heard that before." She smiled, too tired to laugh, but she was sweet.
"Yes, we're busy today."
"It will end, and we will all be in our rooms, leaving you alone."
"The worst part is check-in for holiday weekends, like this. What is your name?"
I told her and she consulted her computer. "Yes, I have it. You had requested a connecting room with another guest, I see. I'm not sure if we can manage that. We're all full."
About that time, I sensed Rachel tensing up at my side. I looked up and saw her looking at Laura – who was looking very upset.
"I'm going to go see what's wrong," Rachel told me without looking back and started pushing through the crowd to her friend's side.
I looked back to Amy and took care of checking in. She was having trouble with the connecting room. About the time she sighed and looked up, I noticed Laura making a scene in front of her clerk. Laura was crying and Rachel was trying to comfort her. I couldn't make out what was wrong with all the background noise.
Amy looked at me apologetically and said, "I'm sorry. Your friend's reservation seems to have been removed. I can give you a room on the beach, but the other rooms around it are all assigned."
"That's OK. That room sounds fine. We'll work it out. Do you know why the other reservation is gone?"
"No, it looks like it was cancelled."
I looked over, but Rachel and Laura were nowhere to be seen. Something was really wrong. At least we had one room. We'd work out the rest later. I thanked Amy, let her run my credit card and took my key cards, along with the other paperwork. Amy smiled at me as I moved aside to let the next person move up to the counter.
Once I could work my way out of the crowd, I found Rachel and Laura on a sofa near the window. Laura was sobbing heavily and looked very angry. Rachel looked concerned. I walked over and sat down next to Rachel. She in turn looked over to me as I sat. She leaned over and filled me in on what had happened. Tom had left a message at the desk for Laura. He got called back to work so he wouldn't be meeting her at the hotel. After Laura read the note, the clerk asked if she was still checking in and she replied, "Hell, no!" before storming away. I looked at Rachel. She read the expression on my face correctly.
"I don't know what to do, either."
"Let's go to our room. It's more private and more comfortable."
Laura wasn't in a mood to do anything, but she let Rachel lead her back to the car. They rode together in the back seat as I drove around to our room. I parked and got out to open the room. Rachel came up to me as I was unlocking the door.
"Laura is really pissed with Tom right now. She is saying she wants to go home." I looked directly at Rachel. "I know, I don't want to drive back right now, either. She cancelled her reservation. All she can do now is stay with us."
"I don't like it either, but what can I do? We can't have her sleeping in the car."
"Well, I doubt she'll find another room anywhere near here, what with the holiday and all. I guess she can stay with us." I opened the door. The cool interior was dark because the curtains were closed. It took a few moments for our eyes to adjust. "Oops."
Rachel looked past me to see what I meant. The room had a table, chair, dresser, and a king size bed. One king size bed. Our eyes met.
"One bed," I said, stating the obvious.
"Yeah. That might be a problem." RachelRachel thought for a moment. "Do you think they could move us to another room with two beds?"
"Honey, you saw the mob in the lobby. The lady said they are booked solid through the holiday. There are no more rooms in the inn."
"Maybe Laura can still get her room." Rachel shook her head. "No, she's in no state to stay by herself tonight. We'll just have to share the bed."
"That could get interesting," I replied.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, what kind of pajamas did you bring?" I asked my wife.
She opened her mouth to answer, then broke into a shy grin. "Just lingerie. And not much of it."
"Uh-huh. That's more than I brought. We came here to have sex. I'll bet Laura packed the same way."
It didn't take long for the implication to sink in. Rachel caught my eye and asked, "How do you feel about that?"
"I guess we don't have much choice. We're going to get to know each other a lot better over the next few days." Now I was grinning. "It could be fun," I added as I raised my eyebrows.
"We'll manage," Rachel said. I could see uncertainty clouding her face. "We can sleep in t-shirts if we have to. Let's move in the luggage. Then we'll talk it over with Laura."
RachelRachel's suggestion disappointed me. We were in the habit of sleeping nude together. I wasn't pleased with how this romantic getaway was turning out.
We went back to the car. I opened the trunk and started carrying in bags while Rachel and Laura walked into the room. They were talking. I could just imagine what they were talking about. I knew what was going through my mind. Two women, one bed, no pajamas. The concern over Laura had short-circuited my erection earlier, but these thoughts now had it back in business.
Rachel and Laura were sitting on the bed, still talking. I had all the bags inside in a few trips and closed the door. I sat in the chair facing them and drew a deep breath.
"Sorry we didn't help with the bags," Rachel offered.
"That's alright. How're you doing, Laura?" At least she had stopped crying.
"I'm sorry about all the problems I'm causing. This is not how it was supposed to turn out." I held up a hand to stop her apologies. Before I could say anything, though, she continued. "This situation is OK with me, if it's alright with you guys. I mean, we're all friends. I'll give you all the privacy I can." She smiled at that, and we joined in.
Rachel spoke next. "We can wait for that."
"No, you came here for a romantic getaway. I won't take that away from you just because mine was ruined. I'll try to not act like a chaperone. Pretend I'm not here."
"That will be hard to do," I suggested.
"I bet it's hard after all the teasing in the car. Do you want me to leave you two alone for a while? I could go walk on the beach or something." Laura was trying really hard now.
I was going to agree when Rachel spoke up. "That's not necessary." She shot me a look to kill the disappointed expression I was showing. "Later" she mouthed to me, purposely facing away from Laura. "Let's take a walk and check out the hotel." Rachel gave me a hard look that told me I really wanted to take a walk with them.
The three of us went back outside, into the warm sunny afternoon. The parking lot was filled of guests arriving and unpacking. We avoided the mob in the lobby and walked a little way down the street, taking note of the shops, restaurants and bars in walking distance. Laura seemed to calm down a lot on the walk. It did her some good, which did all of us some good. We returned to the hotel where we could see the beach through a breezeway.
Laura turned to face us. "Guys, I'm really sorry about the way I acted earlier. I've been doing a lot of thinking. I'm going to enjoy myself. I'll make the best of it. I'd really like for Tim to be here, but that's just not going to happen. He's been away before, and he'll be away again. We can have fun without him." She lowered her eyes, and then looked at us again. "I'll do my best to not get in the way of your fun," she added with a shy grin, looking directly at me.
"Let's all get freshened up. We can go down to the beach together," Rachel suggested. That made Laura smile. I took a deep breath in relief. I could feel how the tension had eased. Nodding agreement, we headed back to the room to change.
Laura took her bikini out of her suitcase and went into the bathroom to change. Rachel removed all her clothes, and then began rummaging through our bags for bathing suits. I undressed as I watched my wife, naked, looking for something to wear. The view, coupled with the thought that Laura was on the other side of the wall, naked as well (and maybe masturbating at that very moment to relieve the tension) had me about as hard as I could get. My dick wasn't sticking out; it was sticking up. Rachel found the suits and backed up – right into my erection. She felt it slide up her back, leaving a wet trail of precum. When she turned around, she was looking very happy.
"It seems like someone may have a problem fitting into his bathing suit," she said, slowly looking up from my hard-on to my face. Her hand reached out to grip my shaft and I breathed deeply. If Laura had chosen that moment to come out of the bathroom, she would have gotten quite an eyeful. Rachel must have had the same thought, because she looked in the direction of the bathroom door before continuing. "I have a feeling Laura will be in there a few minutes, now that she has calmed down. We should have just enough time to do take care of your problem." I opened my mouth to speak, but couldn't think of anything appropriate to add. Rachel sank to her knees in front of me and kissed the tip of my dick. As her lips pulled back, the ample supply of precum at the tip formed a strand connecting her lips to my dick. She stuck out her tongue and licked. I groaned and staggered backwards. She smiled, then opened her mouth and sucked my dick inside.
I couldn't believe I was getting a blowjob from my wife while her friend was getting dressed only a few feet away! Any minute, the door was going to open and Laura was going to walk into the room. Laura was going to see us both naked and my dick in Rachel's mouth. The thought only drove me closer to an orgasm that was already not far away. After all the teasing in the car, I had been ready to shoot before Rachel even touched me.
I was so focused on Rachel sucking my dick that I never noticed the doorknob turn, or the door start to open. The door didn't open far, just enough so Laura was able to see us in the space between the door hinges. I didn't realize until later that we were being watched.
I tensed up, my dick preparing to shoot off in my wife's mouth. I was past the point of no return. Rachel looked up at me with my dick still in her mouth. No matter what happened, I was going to cum. If Laura chose this moment to interrupt us and I tried to pull out of Rachel's mouth, there was going to be sperm all over my wife and the bedspread. I'm sure Rachel felt my dick throbbing and realized that.
Thoughts of Laura nearby put images in my head of Laura changing. I imagined what it must look like in the bathroom, with her naked in front of the big mirror. That did it. My cock throbbed and squirted. Rachel was on her knees and swallowing. That was when I saw Rachel's expression change. Her eyes were now trying to look at the door. I turned to see what had alarmed her. I saw the door was ajar. There was light coming through the crack between the door and the frame. When my eyes focused, I could partially see Laura standing behind the door. She was watching us. She was watching me get a blowjob.
Laura apparently didn't realize we could see her. She just stood there and watched, silent. I had fantasized about her sometimes when I masturbated, but I had never cum while looking at her. Certainly never while she was watching me cum. The novelty of the situation intensified my orgasm. My knees buckled. I finished shooting off and pulled out of Rachel's mouth. Rachel swallowed one last time and looked up at me. Laura saw we were finished and moved away from the crack in the door. Rachel stood and thanked me, kissing me after she finished swallowing. She smelled of sperm but I didn't care. I kissed her back, thanking her for what she had just done for me. We didn't have a chance to even start getting dressed when Laura opened the door the rest of the way and stepped out. I was oblivious to the fact that Laura was now looking at my dick. I was trying to figure out an excuse why I was standing there naked. The only coherent thought I could gather was that looking at Laura was making me hard again. "Laura, I'm so sorry. We thought you, I mean, uh, ... Rachel?"