A Holiday in Paradise

"Okay, boys, stop please!" I said.

"Stop? What?" Jorge protested.

"I said stop!" I insisted, clapping my hands together like a deranged nude Mary Poppins. Mike shuffled back, pulling his cock out of Susan's mouth and Jorge reluctantly followed pulled out of her cunt.

Leaning forward I whispered, "More?"

She nodded, "More. A little more, please."

I straightened up, resting on my heels, "Okay, boys, stand up! Susan, roll onto your back for me."

As Susan rolled over and lay down, I grabbed Mike and Jorge by the cocks and pulled them over to me. When they were close enough I leaned over and sucked Jorge's cock into my mouth while I gently stroked Mike. The taste of his precum and Susan's pussy smeared over my tongue as I bobbed up and down a half a dozen times. Then I switched to Mike. I shifted back and forth, sucking one and jerking the other off, until I judged they were both right on the edge.

I popped Mike's penis out of my mouth and with gentle tugs on their cocks turned them both to face Susan. She was wide eyed on her back, panting as she frigged herself with one hand.

"All right then. Mike? Jorge? Cum on Jorge's wife please."

"Yes Ma'am," Jorge grunted as I jerked on their cocks. Susan looked up at Jorge and smiled so beautifully that she could have been an angel.

"I love you, baby," she said softly, "Cum for me!"

That was all it took. Jorge grunted loudly and all the pent up anxiety and sexual energy hammered down on him in one instant. A wave of cum erupted from his cock, splashing onto Susan's face, and tits, and belly. She smiled wider and rubbed her clit faster for a moment before arching her back as the wave of her own orgasm broke. Jorge came again, and again, draping her in thick ropes of cum while she gasped and thrashed beneath him. And then it was Mike's turn. His cum sprayed out everywhere, probably because I wasn't as good at handjobs with my left hand. The spray landed across her hips, her tits, and her face. When they were both spent, Susan was covered with cum from pussy to forehead. She opened her eyes and smiled, cum stretching across her lips and cheeks.

"Was that good baby?" She asked Jorge.

"Holy shit, yes," he gasped.

I leaned forward and put his penis in my mouth, gently cleaning him. I swallowed what was left and then did the same for Mike. Knowing I had the cum of my husband and his best friend in my belly made me feel weirdly sexy.

"And I think we're done!" I said.

"Not quite," Mike answered immediately. He pulled me to my feet and pushed me down onto the couch between Mila and Jin. Then he got on his knees and lowered his face between my thighs. I sighed in pleasure as he started to lick my wet pussy. Then I gasped as Mila started sucking on one of my breasts while Jin started on the other.

"Hey, what about me?" Jorge asked.

Mike shifted out of the way and I opened my eyes long enough to see Jorge lower his face and start licking my pussy in Mike's place.

"Oooooh, yeeeeess," I moaned and floated away in bliss as Mike and Jorge took turns eating me out. I don't know who gave me my first orgasm, but I know for certain that it wasn't my last.

When we were finally exhausted we all said goodnight, laughing, and went inside. I heard the water start running as Susan got into the shower in her room, but Mike and I just collapsed into bed and let sleep claim us.

The next morning I woke before Mike, and got a robe out of the closet so I could go make coffee. But then I thought, 'the hell with it' and just pulled on a pair of panties. After last night, I didn't think there was much point in modesty.

I slipped out quietly and walked down the hall where I found Mila sitting in the kitchen, drinking her coffee and reading something on her phone. She was in profile and I saw she'd made the same fashion choice that I had. Aside from a pair of panties, she was entirely naked. She looked up as I approached and smiled.

"Good morning! I wondered when you'd get up."

"Me too," I replied, yawning. "Is anyone else up?"

"Yep. Jin got up with me and Susan and Jorge came out shortly after. They decided to go for a walk but I wanted to wait for you."

Something in her voice woke a kernel of worry, "How, um, how was Susan this morning?"

Mila snorted and shook her head, "Well, we managed to talk her into putting on a pair of Jin's bikini bottoms before heading out for her walk."

I don't know what my expression was but she chuckled and continued, "Oh, yeah. She came out this morning bright and sunny, holding Jorge's hand, and bare ass naked as the day she was born. She couldn't wait to go take a walk on the beach with her husband, and she really wanted Jin to come. I think she said something about asking people to guess which topless hottie had given Jorge a blowjob last night."

I just blinked at her for a moment and then we both started quietly laughing.

"Wow, holy shit, I did not see that coming," I breathed.

"Me either," Mila answered ruefully. "That was a wild evening, but it seems to have done Susan a world of good. You did Susan a world of good."

I turned away and went over to the coffee maker to pour a cup, but mostly so that Mila couldn't see my face.

"Yeah. Pretty wild. I haven't talked to Mike about it yet. You know what he's like when he drinks; he probably won't roll out of bed until well after noon. Do you... think I messed things up with him?"

I turned around. Mila was sipping her coffee and watching me carefully. She thought for a moment, and then set her mug down on the kitchen island.

"Mike loves you. I think he loves you more than he's ever loved anyone else. I think he figured out how special you were right away, and he's never forgotten. He knew you needed something last night, and he loves you enough that I think he will always choose to give you what you need."

It was only then, as I felt relief washing through me, that I realized how worried I'd been.

"But, Lana? He can tell that something is wrong. And I know it, too."

The anxiety came crashing back and I took a hurried sip of my coffee, nearly burning my tongue. The slug of hot liquid sank into my gut where it burned sullenly.

"What do you mean?"

"Don't do that," Mila shook her head, "I've known you too long and Mike is too damned perceptive. He hasn't said anything, but he's worried about you. He trusts you enough to give you what you seem to need, even if it's quiet and space, even if it hurts him, but you aren't yourself. Something has happened to you, Lana. Something is still happening to you, I think. And I know that you need desperately to tell someone about it."

"Mila, nothing's wrong!" I exclaimed with forced cheerfulness.

She just looked at me for a moment and then leaned forward, resting her elbows on the counter, tits dangling in a way that suddenly wasn't the least bit erotic.

"Lana, tell me how you learned to do everything that you did last night."

My heart pounded. What did she expect me to say? I fucked my dissertation chair to finish my degree? I paid for my job in gang bangs? The Dean has made me his private slut, to be rented and loaned out for his advantage? The whole reason I was under the Dean's power was because I didn't want Mike to learn what I'd done. To learn what I really was, because the idea that I'd see disgust in his eyes made me want to shrivel and die? The idea of explaining was terrifying. So I did the only thing I could do.

I took a breath, opened my mouth, and told Mila everything.