I figured one of my buddies had a girl over and went to the kitchen for a beer. I was making my way upstairs when I was stopped by the sound of a wom...n screaming. I ran up and threw open my buddies door. Laying on the bed was a beautiful young woman, one of my roommates was about to shove his cock deep down her throat, another in her pussy and one in her ass. The other was standing next to them stroking himself. It was then that I realized the screaming I heard was in pleasure. The guys. Mark found the attention flattering, particularly when Lisa claimed ownership of his cock. Oscar interrupted the discussion when he said, “I’ve been thinking about what you said about not having to worry about what people think of me. That’s wrong. Such an attitude would give me permission to do great harm.”Greg, sitting across the table from Oscar, said, “You’re a lot deeper than you appear.”Cole commented, “I think it would make it more difficult to laugh at yourself.”Smiling as he thought. The other option would be for us to live the fantasy with a complete stranger, no strings attached. We even discussed finding that stranger on our vacation.That brings us back to where I left off in the story...back to the wine on Whitney's ocean view patio off his suite. I could tell my wife was feeling good and I was feeling good. Whitney returned and poured us all another glass of wine. She excused herself to go freshen up. It was my opportunity to get a feel from Whitney where this might. And you, you bastard, are quite good at it.”“I’m going to lick your arse,” I said, which took the wind right out of her sails.“You… fucking…”“Turn onto your knees,” I ordered her, and she did.I gave her a huge, strong, wet lick right up her crack and she whimpered.“You’re still a bastard,” she said.“Shut up and have your arse licked,” I said. She soon relaxed and was moving sensuously as my tongue sent waves of pleasure through her.“Would you like me to fuck your arse?” I asked with mock.