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Husband's friend broke up with his girlfriend just before we were going on a trip with them to the Bahamas. The 3 of us went on the trip anyway, and I managed to sneak in several fucks by husband's friend during our six-day vacation.

My husband, Boyd, and I had spent about a year planning a six-day vacation to the Bahamas with his best friend, Morgan, and his girlfriend, Jewel. We’d been on trips like this with them before, and... as a foursome... we seemed to travel really well together.

Morgan was a good-looking, very fit guy who worked in construction and ran marathons... so his body was absolutely gorgeous. Whenever the four of us got together, I had a tough time keeping my eyes... and my hands... to myself. On the trips where we’d spent time in the water... like at beaches or hotel swimming pools... I couldn’t help but notice that he had an impressive bulge in his bathing suit, too... and I kind of fantasized about getting a better look at it someday.

And... it wasn’t lost on me that Morgan had a tough time not staring at my boobs and ass during our trips together and social events... especially when I was prancing around in a bikini.

I’d say I’m conventionally attractive... auburn hair, hazel eyes, and a pretty smile... with shapely legs, a tight ass... and natural, E-cup breasts that always get a lot of attention. And I can’t deny that I love to show them off.... so, I tend to welcome the looks, glances, and surreptitious stares that come with having large, wobbly tits.

Just a few days before our Bahamas trip, we were making final plans with Morgan when he told us the disappointing news that he and Jewel had argued, and broken up, so she wouldn’t be coming on the trip with us.

After commiserating with him for a while, we discussed options, and Morgan decided he would go with us to the Bahamas, rather than waste the money already spent on airfare, excursions, and hotel reservations.

Three days later, the three of us... Morgan, Boyd and I... were in the Bahamas... checking into our luxury hotel rooms... conveniently positioned right next to each other on the seventh floor.

As my husband and I were looking over our room and emptying our luggage into drawers and closets, I noticed that there was an adjoining door between the two rooms.

“Hey, Boyd... look at this... there’s a door connecting our room and Morgan’s... how cool is that?”

Boyd didn’t think it was as “cool” as I did. He looked up... chuckled... then shrugged, and muttered, “Hon... it’s just a door... not really all that cool”, while continuing to unpack his suitcase, and shove his clothes into the dresser by the bed.

We spent much of that first day on the beach... Boyd and Morgan in typical baggy, knee-length swim trunks... while I frolicked around in a skimpy, barely-there, two-piece bikini that seemed to disappear between my butt cheeks in the back... and did absolutely nothing to keep my heavy, pendulous boobs from jiggling and bouncing around whenever I walked along the beach, or ran in and out of the ocean.

I loved how Morgan struggled to keep his eyes from tracking my wobbly tits in my tiny bathing suit. This was one of my favorite bikini’s.... it was so small, the flaps of cloth covering my nipples were barely wide enough to conceal my large areolas... which made me feel incredibly sexy whenever I noticed people checking me out.

Morgan and I flirted and teased each other as the day wore on... bantering and exchanging sexual innuendos throughout the morning and early afternoon... while Boyd seemed mostly oblivious to it.

After lunch, the three of us rode motorbikes around the island... stopping at several little kiosks and bodegas to shop... then spent a couple of hours in the hotel casino, before returning to our rooms to get ready for dinner.

Boyd decided to open his laptop and spend a few minutes catching up with some work emails, so I showered first, and was fully dressed before he finally finished up and stepped into the shower.

I was wearing a new, light-weight summer dress that I’d bought earlier in the day. It was a beautiful, form-fitting mini-dress... very sexy and showy in bright, tropical colors... with thin, spaghetti straps over both shoulders, and an extremely low-cut, elastic neck-line. There was no way to wear a bra with that dress... which suited me perfectly. The clingy, spandex-type material hugged my curves beautifully... revealing obvious nipples bumps in the thin fabric... and leaving my unfettered tits to sway and jiggle around constantly as I moved about.

I checked myself in the mirror... liked what I saw... then, after grumbling to myself about Boyd’s typically long showers... decided to go next door and show Morgan my new outfit.

Grinning mischievously, I opened the adjoining door between our rooms, and called out to Morgan, as I let myself in.

He walked out of the bathroom... a look of surprise on his face to see me in his room. He was just getting out of the shower... had toweled his hair dry... then wrapped the towel loosely around his waist as he stepped out of his bathroom in response to my calling his name.

He glanced at the connecting door I’d come through... and, curious, but smiling... said, “Hey, Toni... what’s up?”

With a sly grin on my face, I responded, “Just wanted to show you the new dress I bought today.”

I slowly looked him up and down... letting my eyes linger on his broad chest... then drift down to his chiseled abs... and finally resting on the obvious outline of his dick behind his towel... creating a bit of a bulge where it dangled between his legs.

I pulled my eyes back up to his... noticed, with an embarrassed smile, that he’d caught me checking him out... then did a pirouette for him to see what he thought of my new dress... saying, “Sooooo... what do you think?”

With his eyes following my twirling body... soaking up my wantonly revealed curves... and eventually locking on to my swaying boobs and blatantly exposed cleavage... he grinned, and said, “Holy shit, Toni... you look incredible!”

Then he looked behind me again at the adjoining door... saw that it was closed... and asked, “Where’s Boyd?”

I chuckled wickedly, and said, “He’s taking one of his marathon showers... now I’m all done up, with nothing to do.”

An impish grin spread across his face ... and in the middle of my second pirouette, he grabbed me and pulled me into him... kissing me hard on the lips, and using his tongue to add urgency and passion to our embrace... until I was barely able to stand.

He rubbed his crotch against my belly... and, even covered by the towel around his waist, I could tell he was sporting an impressive cock between his legs. Then he grabbed my ass cheeks with one hand, and squeezed one of my boobs through my dress with the other hand... making my legs tremble a bit... as he continued kissing, groping and rubbing me all over with his strong hands and virtually naked body.

Oh, my God... my head was swimming!

I can’t say I didn’t expect... or maybe even hope for... this reaction, and I could tell that my pussy was already moist with arousal and anticipation. I started to mount some resistance... but then surprised myself by readily returning his kiss, and reaching between us to rub his growing prick for a moment... before grabbing his towel and pulling it off completely.

I tossed the towel on the floor, as I let him continue fondling and massaging me all over, while I eagerly caressed the expanding shaft of his surprisingly big cock.... and ran my fingers around his wide, helmet-shaped head.

Holy shit... his growing boner felt immense in the palm of my hand... I hadn’t seen it yet, but it felt incredibly long, thick, and veiny... I was totally hypnotized!

He suddenly broke our kiss... released me from his grip on my various body parts... then tossed me onto the bed behind us... mumbling about how much he’d been wanting to do this since the very first day he met me.

As I flopped backwards onto the bed, my boobs sort of popped out from the top of my low-cut dress, and my legs seemed to automatically spread apart, as my body bounced a few times, before settling on the mattress.

I looked over at Morgan... standing naked by the bed... and saw the biggest cock I’d ever seen in my life spring into view.

Holy shit! I couldn’t take my eyes of it! I could already tell it was bigger than Boyd’s... and still growing... as he climbed onto the bed next to me... his huge, semi-hard penis swaying back and forth between his legs.

He didn’t waste any time... he grabbed my naked breasts... squeezing and fondling them for a moment... then pulled the top of my dress all the way down to my belly... completely unleashing my soft, pillowy tits and firm nipples to flop around on my chest. Then he yanked the bottom of my short dress up past my hips... exposing a pair of tiny g-string panties between my spread legs... leaving my lovely new mini-dress unceremoniously tangled around my waist.

I stared at his throbbing hard-on, as he positioned himself between my legs.

I thought he was going to shove it into me... which I desperately wanted him to do... but he caught me by surprise when he nudged my knees a little further apart... reached up and grabbed both of my ample, fleshy boobs... then mumbled, “I don’t know how long we have, but I don’t want to lose this opportunity”, as he bent his head down toward my already wet pussy.

He began nuzzling and kissing my vulva and clitoris through the tiny strip of cloth barely covering my vagina... which turned me on way more than I thought it would... as I spread my legs a little further apart, and mewled softly at his tender ministrations.

Smiling down at the top of his head, I said, “Boyd takes long showers... but we should probably hurry up anyway”, as I reached down and pulled my panties to the side... giving him unfettered access to my totally drenched pussy.

I closed my eyes and let out a guttural moan, as Morgan used his tongue to find the wet gash between my labia... running it up and down my pussy lips for a while... before eventually moving up to focus on my plump, straining nub... while sliding a couple of fingers into my sloppy wet snatch.

My God, that felt great!

Still holding my g-string off to the side, I gently twerked my hips against his probing tongue and fingers, murmuring about how good it felt... as I spread my legs even farther apart... and used my free hand to grab the back of his head.

With a handful of his hair, I pulled his face hard into my pussy... rocking my hips a bit more enthusiastically... while grinding my engorged clit against his warm, rough tongue.

Oh, fuck, that felt fantastic!

“Oh, my God, Morgan... what the fuck are you doing to me?”

With his face mashed into my totally drenched vagina, he mumbled something I couldn’t quite make out... but he kept doing whatever he was doing... which was perfectly fine with me.

It didn’t take long before I caught my breath... pulled his face even harder into my crotch... then exploded... creaming all over his mouth and chin. He eased up and softened his tongue against my swollen button, and let me savor my intense, leg-shaking orgasm for a few moments... before I pulled his head back down to my dripping wet pussy, and began rocking my hips... feverishly rubbing my throbbing clitoris against his tongue again... until another delicious, tingly climax racked my entire body.

“Oh, fuck... oh, fuck... yeah... right there... yeah.... oh, fuck... yeeeeeessssssssss... goddamn, Morgan... what the fuck was that?”

I let go of his hair... then rested both of my hands on the bed above my head... as I closed my eyes and relished my incredible orgasms.

As I lay there with my eyes closed... smiling to myself, gasping for air, and mumbling about how tremendous it all felt... Morgan yanked my panties down past my ankles, and tossed them over by his towel on the floor.

Grinning lasciviously, he crawled onto the bed... knelt between my spread thighs... then grabbed both of my legs, and... holding them apart... playfully rubbed the wide, bulbous head of his rigid prick along the soaking wet slit between my quivering pussy lips.

I opened my eyes.... and, smiling with anticipation... watched him grab his beautiful, thick hard-on... and position it at the opening to my totally drenched vagina. I watched the grin on his face broaden, as he looked into my eyes... then rocked his hips forward, shoving his stiff erection into me with one slow, smooth thrust.... until he was balls-deep inside me.

I let out a gasp when he entered me... completely stunned by the sheer size of his cock. I looked down between my legs to watch his enormous boner slide in and out of my snatch, exclaiming, “Holy shit, Morgan... you’re fucking huge! My God, that feels amazing!”

I closed my eyes again... moaning, and twerking my hips in unison with his powerful strokes... my heavy breasts thrashing around between us... as he picked up the pace, and pounded his rigid pole in and out of my sodden cunt in earnest.

Morgan’s amazing hard-on was hitting all the right spots inside me... stretching me in ways I’d never imagined... and blasting intense, euphoric sensations all over my palpitating body... as he held my thighs wide apart, and hammered away at my wet, gaping pussy.

It didn’t take long before I suddenly arched my back and grabbed his butt cheeks with both hands... pulling him hard into my snatch... as another glorious climax erupted between my legs, sending incredibly warm, exhilarating tentacles of pleasure cascading through my entire body.

He started to slow down to allow me to savor my latest orgasm... but I pulled him back into my crotch, mumbling, “No... keep going... keep going... you need to finish so I can get back to my room before Boyd gets out of the shower.”

Morgan chuckled, then quickly picked up the pace... slamming his stiff pole in and out of my deliciously stretched vagina, while hungrily watching my thrashing boobs and firm nipples bounce around on my chest... until he suddenly caught his breath... grabbed both of my tits.... and exploded... spewing rope after rope of hot, gooey jizzm all over the walls of my overflowing cunt.

Goddamn, that felt incredible!

I could barely see straight... moaning, and twerking my hips into every one of his forward lunges... enjoying the fluttering exhilaration of my lingering orgasms, as he continued pummeling my pussy with his rock-hard boner.

“Fuck, yeah... keep going, Morgan... oh, yeah... yeah... fucking incredible... just like that... yeah...”

He grunted as he continued rocking his hips... pumping his enormous cock in and out... again and again... even after his nutsack was empty... fondling my flailing tits, and relishing the heights of his own shuddering climax.

After letting him enjoy his orgasm for a brief moment, I pulled his face down to mine for a quick kiss... then pushed him off of me so I could clean myself up and get back to my room before Boyd finished in the bathroom.

I watched... mesmerized... as he pulled his still-hard, pulsating staff out of my brimming pussy... causing gobs of cum to leak out from my gaping cunt, and dribble down past my butt crack onto the bed sheets beneath me.

Pulling my eyes away from Morgan’s glistening erection... I climbed off the bed, and hurried into his bathroom to clean up between my legs.

A minute, or so, later... I scrambled back through the connecting door between our rooms... just as I heard Boyd turn the water off to his shower.

I touched-up my hair and make-up while Boyd finished getting dressed... then Morgan joined us at the elevator, and we rode it down to the hotel restaurant for dinner... before heading over to a local dance club afterwards.

The three of us found a table, and I took turns dancing with both of the guys throughout the evening... then sat at our table... drinking and cutting up whenever I needed a break for the dance floor.

After a while, Morgan and I continued to dance to several songs... occasionally taking a break to sit and sip on our cocktails... while Boyd mostly stayed at the table ordering more drinks.

It was a great way to end a really fun day, and all of us were having a great time... but as the night wore on, Boyd started drinking a bit heavily, and eventually got quite drunk.

After a couple of hours, Boyd was hammered... and almost falling asleep at our table... so, Morgan helped me get him back to our hotel room, where he promptly conked out.

While we were wrangling Boyd into bed, my boobs kept falling out of my slinky, low-cut... and the hem kept riding up my hips, until my ass was totally exposed.

Morgan couldn’t help himself... once we had Boyd’s listless body settled onto the bed... passed out and snoring... he reached over and grabbed my dangling boobs... squeezing and slapping them, as we both laughed at the situation we found ourselves in.

I could see the outline of his growing erection creating a tent in his shorts... and it turned me on immensely to know that my naked tits were making Morgan’s dick hard.

I reached over and massaged it through his shorts with one of my hands, while using my other hand to undo his belt buckle and pull down his zipper.... even as I mumbled, “Morgan, we can’t do this... Boyd is right there... we really shouldn’t...”, but my hands kept working on his shorts... until they were pushed down to his knees... his straining cock suddenly springing free and wobbling around between his legs.

Everything seemed like a blur after that... it didn’t take long for my dress, and Morgan’s clothes, to end up on the floor by the bed... with me on my hands and knees... rocking my hips back into every one of Morgan’s forward thrusts... as he stood by the side of the bed, and hammered away between my legs from behind.

I couldn’t speak... I just glanced over at Boyd on his side of the bed... completely zonked out and still snoring... then closed my eyes, and murmured over and over about how good Morgan’s rigid pole felt as he slammed it in and out of my dripping wet pussy.

Trying frantically to keep quiet, I looked back over my shoulder and whispered hoarsely, “Holy shit, Morgan... yeah... just like that... yeah... even harder... God, yeah... keep going... and squeeze my tits...”

I could sense Morgan grinning behind me, as he reached around with both hands and grabbed my flailing breasts... roughly massaging the soft, jiggling boob flesh... and pulling on my rock-hard nipples until they hurt.

Oh, fuck that felt incredible! Still trying to keep quiet, I muttered, “Oh, my God... yeah... just like that!”

Checking to make sure Boyd was still out cold on the bed next to me, I reached between my legs with one hand and found my engorged clitoris. I began furiously rubbing my fingers back and forth over the distended, rubbery tip... over and over and over... as Morgan’s stiff hard-on plunged in and out of my totally drenched cunt like a jackhammer... his dangling nutsack slapping a rhythmic cadence against my pussy lips and probing fingers.

In almost no time, I caught my breath... then slowly let it out in a muted, whispery groan... as an intense, delicious, trembling orgasm washed over my entire body like an ocean wave crashing onto a sandy beach.

Trying desperately to muffle my climax, I pushed my face into the comforter I was kneeling on... leaving my naked ass and sloppy wet snatch sticking straight up in the air for Morgan to continue pounding with his thick, steely pole.

I worried a little that Morgan’s thrusting hips slapping against my ass cheeks might be too loud... but when I looked over at Boyd, I could see he was still completely unconscious... and still snoring... as his best friend pumped his throbbing erection in and out of me... again and again and again... right next to him on the bed.

As I grunted and moaned into the tangled blankets beneath me, I felt Morgan grab my hips, and pick up the pace... plunging his swollen prick in and out of my vagina in earnest... over and over... until he suddenly let out a raspy, muted bellow... and blasted several streams of warm, creamy splooge all over the walls of my totally sodden cunt.

He kept rocking his hips... spewing more gobs of jizzm into my overflowing pussy with every forward lunge... mumbling over and over, “Oh, fuck, Toni... that feels incredible! Oh, yeah... fuck, yeah... you’re so fucking tight!”

I looked over my shoulder and emphatically whispered, “Shush, Morgan... for fuck sake, Boyd’s right there!”

Morgan chuckled... but stopped talking... as he kept fondling my boobs, and sliding his rigid staff in and out of my trembling vagina.

I could feel the warm trickles of cum leaking out from around the shaft of his thick boner, and dribbling down the inside of my thighs. I rocked my hips... pushing my ass back into every one of his forward stabs... matching his thrusting motion with my own... as he kept pumping his fading hard-on into me, and enjoyed his lingering climax until his nutsack was finally empty.

After savoring our incredible orgasms for a while, we quietly climbed off the bed, and slipped into the bathroom to clean up.

I bent down and sucked the tip of Morgan’s still semi-hard dick into my mouth... then used my lips and tongue to clean it off... while he playfully tugged on my swaying boobs.

My nipples were getting a little sensitive from all the attention he’d been giving them, so I pushed his hands away from my dangling breasts... giggling at how much he enjoyed playing with them... as I finished cleaning off his softening penis with my lips.

I looked up at the gratified smile on his face, as I continued pumping the shaft of his fading erection... pulling out the last few drops of cum from his balls... then licking them off the tip of his cock with my tongue.

When I was done, I playfully slapped his dwindling boner... amazed at how impressive it looked dangling between his legs... even when it was flaccid. Then I gave him a quick peck on the lips... smiled up at his glassy-eyed grin, and whispered, “That was amazing, Morgan... now, you need to go back to your room so I can clean up and go to bed with my husband.”

As I held the adjoining door open for him, Morgan grabbed his clothes from the floor by the bed... then walked past me... giving both of my tits a final squeeze... before disappearing into his room, so I could close the connecting door behind him.

The following day, the three of us went down to the beach... even though Boyd felt like shit, and could barely keep his eyes open. We brought big beach towels, and a cooler with drinks... then found a huge umbrella, and set everything up so the umbrella threw plenty of shade over the towels we laid out on the sand.

I was wearing another one of my tiny bikinis... and feeling rather sexy... as I relished all the stares and nods of approval from various beach-goers we saw while setting up our spot on the beach.

After settling in and cracking open a couple of beverages, Boyd quickly closed his eyes, and began sleeping off his inevitable hangover from the night before.

Seeing that my husband was passed out again... I couldn’t help myself... all I could think of was getting my hands on Morgan’s huge cock again... and, with a mischievous grin on my face... I decided to give him a sneaky handjob, while the two of us relaxed on the beach next to my comatose husband.

As we laid there on our towels... gazing at the sparkling waves of the Atlantic Ocean rolling lazily along the sandy shoreline... I furtively pulled the bottom of Morgan’s loose swim trunks up past the tip of his flaccid penis... then tickled and played with it... enjoying the feeling of it growing beneath my hand... until it was fully erect... and throbbing against my probing fingers.

Looking around to see that no one was paying us any attention... I checked to make sure Boyd was still zonked out... then surreptitiously pulled Morgan’s engorged prick out from the beneath the hem of his shorts... held it in my hand so that it was sticking straight up in the air... and began casually stroking it... up past the red, bulbous tip... then down to the thick, veiny base... smiling to myself, as I watched the grin on Morgan’s face broaden.

He was lying on his towel... with his eyes closed, and his hands clasped behind his head... trying to look nonplussed and composed... but from his quiet moans and occasional gasps... I could tell he was enjoying being secretly jerked off on the beach, while tourists and vacationers frolicked in the ocean and built castles in the sand nearby.

When he started rocking his hips and holding his breath, I knew his climax was imminent... so I nonchalantly leaned over and covered the head of his hard-on with my mouth... then kept pumping his swollen cock until he blasted several streams of cum against the back of my throat. I giggled as I swallowed his entire load... then continued to stroke his rigid boner until his nutsack was finally empty.

Afterwards, I pulled the hem of his swim trunks down past his spent dick... gave it a gentle pat... then leaned over and planted a tender kiss on the cheek of my slumbering husband.

Morgan and I shared a quick, appreciative grin with each other... then I opened my book and began reading, while he laid on his towel with his eyes closed... listening to the tranquil sounds of the ocean waves washing up onto the beach, while savoring the lingering sensations of his recent orgasm.

The last day of our trip, Boyd had to spend a couple of hours in the hotel’s business center to solve a problem at work... so, Morgan and I got to fuck again... this time in his room.

My skimpy bikini was on the floor, along with Morgan’s swim trunks... and I was laying on the bed, with my legs spread, and my exposed pussy right up to the edge of the mattress.

Morgan was kneeling on the floor next to the bed, with his face perched between my thighs... sucking and licking my swollen clitoris... with two fingers sliding in and out of my dripping wet vagina... while his other hand stroked his raging hard-on from base to tip.

It didn’t take long before I grabbed the back of his head, and pulled him into my crotch... hard... grinding my straining nub against his warm, rough tongue until an intense, delightful orgasm suddenly coursed through my entire body.

“Oh, fuck, Morgan... yeah... keep going... right there... right there... shit, yeah... damn, you’re good at that... yeah... keep go.... ooohhhhh, fuck.... yeah....”

I twerked my hips... smearing my pussy juices all over his face and chin... as I rode my delicious climax to its incredible peak... then marinated in the lingering ecstasy, as it slowly faded away.

After letting me enjoy my amazing orgasm... Morgan stood up between my legs... draped my knees over his elbows... and spread them apart. He positioned his stiff boner at the opening to my vagina... then leaned forward... cramming his thick, veiny cock into my dripping wet cunt with one massive thrust.

Oh, fuck, that felt fantastic!

I was so wet from my climax, that his enormous erection slid all the way inside me... easily... until his dangling nutsack slapped wildly against my ass crack... as he began pumping his steely pole in and out of my totally drenched pussy.

I wrapped my ankles around Morgan’s lower back... pulling him into my crotch, and encouraging him to thrust harder and faster. He didn’t really need any encouragement... he quickly picked up the pace... pounding away between my spread legs like a jackhammer... while watching, mesmerized, as my heavy, pendulous tits thrashed back and forth between us.

“Holy shit, Morgan... you go so fucking deep! My God, I can feel you all the way inside me... yeah... keep going... yeah... even harder... oh, fuck... yeah, like that...”

I closed my eyes, and rocked my head slowly back and forth, as another intense orgasm quickly built up between my legs. It didn’t take long before my breath began to catch... my twerking hips seemed to automatically match Morgan’s deep, vigorous lunges... and a warm, fluttering climax suddenly washed over me from pussy to nipple... and back again.

“Fuck, yeah... yeah... oh, shit, yeah.... pound it in there.... oh, yeah... yeah... my God, yeah...”

I arched my back... mewling and moaning... my legs trembling with pleasure... as I happily relished the incredible, palpitating pleasure of yet another orgasm.

Morgan grabbed both of my legs... pulled me closer to the edge of the mattress... slammed his rigid boner as far as it would go inside me, and held it there... causing me to let out a yelp, as my soft, fleshy boobs slapped against my chin from the force of his powerful thrust.

He blasted a massive stream of warm, gooey spunk deep inside my cunt... then pulled his pulsating hard-on out to the tip... and plowed it back in... jolting my entire body, and causing my tits to bounce against my chin again.

Oh, fuck, that felt so fucking good!

“My God, Morgan... yeah... do that again... goddamn, that feels amazing!”

He chuckled as he pulled his stiff dick out to the head, and crammed it back into me... over and over... causing me to grunt and groan with every one of his enthusiastic lunges... as he continued to spew more and more jets of cum into my overflowing pussy... until it was seeping out past the shaft of his pumping prick, and dripping down between my ass cheeks onto the floor between his legs.

When he was finally done cumming, Morgan pulled his still-hard, glistening cock out of my gaping vagina, and stood between my spread legs with his spent prick slowly softening, and dangling between his thighs.

I quickly slid off the bed and knelt down in front of him... sucking his slimy prick into my mouth to clean it off with my lips and tongue. When I was done, I stood up... gave him a quick kiss on the cheek... and rushed back through the connecting door to my own room, to finish washing up.

About twenty minutes later, Boyd finished up with his work stuff, and the three of us rode motor bikes and did more shopping for most of the afternoon, before enjoying our final dinner in the Bahamas at Café Matisse... one of the best restaurants on the island.

We all flew home the next day with gratified smiles on our faces... it had been a fantastic vacation all around.

Except for the time he got drunk at the club, Boyd got to fuck me every night we were in the Bahamas... and got a blowjob, or a quickie, every morning before we started our days lounging on the beach or traipsing around the island.

And I got to live out my fantasy of seeing... and fucking... Morgan’s huge cock several times over our six day trip. All-in-all... a perfect tropical holiday.

Three weeks after we got back home, Morgan ended up getting back together with Jewel... and about a year after that, they eventually got married.

Boyd and I still do quite a bit of socializing and traveling with them... which all of us quite enjoy.

It’s hard to find time alone whenever the four of us get together, so Morgan and I have only fucked a few times since our Bahamas trip. But every time the four of us share an evening or social event together, Morgan and I exchange knowing smiles... which triggers delicious memories of our incredible vacation in the Bahamas.

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