“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 hotel.”
“Maybe Yetunde can still get her room.” Adaeze 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 pyjamas 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 Yetunde packed the same way.”
It didn’t take long for the implication to sink in. Adaeze 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,” Adaeze 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 Yetunde.”
Adaeze’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 boot and started carrying in bags while Adaeze and Yetunde 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 Yetunde had short-circuited my erection earlier, but these thoughts now had it back in business.
Adaeze and Yetunde 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,” Adaeze offered.
“That’s alright. How’re you doing, Yetunde?” 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.
Adaeze spoke next. “We can wait for that.”
“No, you came here for a romantic vacation. 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.” Yetunde was trying really hard now.
I was going to agree when Adaeze 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 Yetunde. “Let’s take a walk and check out the hotel.” Adaeze 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 with 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 within walking distance.
Yetunde 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.
Yetunde 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 would really like for Chike 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 not to 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,” Adaeze suggested. That made Yetunde smile. I took a deep breath in relief. I could feel how the tension had eased. Nodding in agreement, we headed back to the room to change.
Yetunde took her bikini out of her suitcase and went into the bathroom to change. Adaeze 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 Yetunde 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.
Adaeze 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 Yetunde had chosen that moment to come out of the bathroom, she would have gotten quite an eyeful. Adaeze must have had the same thought because she looked toward the bathroom door before continuing. “I have a feeling Yetunde 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. Adaeze 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 Yetunde was going to walk into the room.
Yetunde was going to see us both naked and my dick in Adaeze’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 Adaeze even touched me.
I was so focused on Adaeze 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 Yetunde 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. Adaeze looked up at me with my dick still in her mouth. No matter what happened, I was going to cum. If Yetunde chose this moment to interrupt us and I tried to pull out of Adaeze’s mouth, there was going to be sperm all over my wife and the bedspread. I’m sure Adaeze felt my dick throbbing and realized that.
Thoughts of Yetunde nearby put images in my head of Yetunde 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. Adaeze was on her knees and swallowing.
That was when I saw Adaeze’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 Yetunde standing behind the door. She was watching us. She was watching me get a blowjob.
Yetunde 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 Adaeze’s mouth. Adaeze swallowed one last time and looked up at me. Yetunde saw we were finished and moved away from the crack in the door. Adaeze 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 Yetunde opened the door the rest of the way and stepped out. I was oblivious to the fact that Yetunde 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 Yetunde was making me hard again. “Yetunde, I’m so sorry. We thought you, I mean, uh, … Adaeze?”
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