Penny blew out a long breath, then resumed her grinding. All told, she managed to give herself four small orgasms before she relaxed.“Thank you,” ...he gasped.“You’re welcome. Let me know when you’re ready to get up.”“Never!” she giggled. “We can stay here and fuck. Your friends can bring us food!”I chuckled, “Your mom and dad might come looking for you.”“They would. Bummer!”“It’s OK, Penny. We have to go to school, and I have to work, too.”“You’d rather do that than fuck all the time?” she. Realizing the direction my thoughts had taken, I left, more turned on than I’d ever been. And that was just from the sight of her. I wondered what it would be like to talk to her? To be close to her? To touch her?I shuddered in bed that night, resisting the desire to touch myself. It felt wrong and right at the same time. Maybe it was because I was pent up. Because I hadn’t actually had sex in a long time. The next night was a Friday, and I let my friend cajole me into coming out with her,. She was sending them to her boyfriend that she caught cheating the past weekend. She took out an ad that stated simply, "Nicest cock gets revenge on my cheating BF". I guess I won, because she responded with an email with a face pic and a hotel room address. We were fucking on a Wednesday night. She was taking pictures of my cock all night, in her mouth, between her tits, just entering her cunt, in her anus. I was totally being used as a fuck toy and was enjoying it. In review, she sucked cock. We had never had sex outside our marriage in the five years we’d been together, nor had we invited anyone else we knew to join us in a threesome; that would come later, but when we left for the tropical paradise it had not yet happened.I was a little hesitant at first to open up to Richard about my fantasies, because they mostly involved having a threesome with him and another man. I was afraid he’d be jealous or hurt or feel like I didn’t think he was enough for me, which of course wasn’t.