(Part 4 can be found [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/70eyny/night_on_the_town_part_4_mfm_oral_swingmastexh/)).
Kate crawled over to the two of them, drawn to them as a nail to a magnet. Her intent was written clear across her face; wordlessly both men turned toward her and spread their legs a little wider.
She went to her husband first, balanced herself with her hands on his thighs, and kissed him. It was a slow, welcoming kiss. Her lips were still trembling, her breathing still ragged. Cupping her chin, Mark kissed her again, relishing her taste. Her lips parted, and their tongues found each other.
Jason watched the building passion of his friends’ kiss with appreciation. They were gorgeous, both of them. Kate was on her knees, her voluptious ass sticking pertly in the air, the red imprints of Mark’s hand just starting to fade. He was tempted to reach over and renew them, but he let them have their moment. He could use the breather as it was; his jaw was sore.
Kate was reluctant to break their kiss, but she wanted other things besides Mark’s tongue in her mouth, and she was growing impatient. She mirrored her husband’s moves from a few minutes ago: sending a trail of light kisses down his chest, down across his stomach, to where his cock throbbed with urgency. Hooking her sweat-damp hair over her ear, she flashed Jason a look and took Mark into her mouth.
Mark’s groan was deep, and it encouraged her. Like their kiss she started slow, her tongue mostly playing across his tip, but before long she was sliding his member into her throat, inch by inch. She massaged his balls with a free hand, satisfied at the jolt that sent through his gut.
In the edge of her vision she could see that Jason had begun idly stroking himself. Fighting against her gag reflex she went down low, feeling the tip of his penis pushing against the back of her throat. Mark put a hand on her ass, and she stuck it out higher for him. He gripped her firm curves with a possessiveness that drove her wild, and it wasn’t long before a finger was back inside her still wet pussy.
Her head bobbed up and down with enthusiasm, and Mark groaned again.
“Yes…fuck, just like that,” he mumbled, closing his eyes and leaning his head against the base of the bed.
Jason licked his lips, his eyes drinking in the scene in front of him. His breathing, nearly having returned to normal, started to quicken once more.
As satisfying as it was to please her man, as good as his finger felt inside her, she would not be content with just that. She wanted more. She pulled Mark’s dick out of her mouth with an audible pop and looked up at him, seeing the fiery intensity in his eyes and knowing it was mirrored in hers.
“Stand up,” she said, her voice husky with lust.
Pushing against the bed, Mark complied. His dick was twitching tantalizingly over her face, but she ignored it for the time being to crawl over to Jason, who stopped masturbating at her approach.
She kissed him. Gone were the warm afterglow kisses with which she had greeted Mark, now they were hungry, almost bestial. She couldn’t stand to prolong any further with another teasing trail of kisses and rubs. With a final look back at her husband, she went down on Jason.
A sharp inhalation, almost a hiss, escaped Jason’s lips as he felt his member swallowed by Kate for the first time. His heart pounded. He fought not to come immediately. Working in tandem with her hands, she stroked and sucked Jason’s cock with greedy abandon. Jason’s penis wasn’t quite as long as her husband’s, but its girth made it difficult for her to handle. She opened her mouth as wide as she could, taking him in with sloppy slurping noises.
Jason’s hands gripped her hair. He was on the verge of forcing her to stop for fear of coming too soon. The practiced movements of her tongue, the warm embrace of her lips, the twisting stroke of her hand, the slutty sounds she was making—all of it on tops of years of wondering, dreaming, fantasizing—it was overwhelming.
Whether by sensing that he was nearing an orgasm or by sheer coincidence, Kate pulled Jason’s dick out of her mouth with a gasp, a line of saliva still connecting her to his twitching cock.
“Stand up,” she repeated.
On shaky legs Jason rose.
She knelt by her husband’s side and Jason followed her cue, standing next to his friend in front of the bed. Though their builds were different, the two men were of similar heights, and both of their engorged dicks curved through the air just inches in front of her face. Their jaws were slack. Their eyes were clouded with lust. Their chests rose and fell with near synchronicity. It was a beautiful sight. The subtly sweet taste of their precum mixed in her mouth. It was an unbelievable turn on to know that she had made both of these men so horny.
She let the moment hang for a few seconds longer, catching her breath and marveling at the turn the night had taken. She would have never imagined for a second that she would end up here. She would have never imagined that she would blown her college friend, and certainly wouldn’t have imagined that her husband would encourage it, let alone be turned on by it. There was a liberating feeling of shared depravity between them; of flinging concerns of social normality and propriety out the window and giving in to your basest urges.
But she could stow her teacherly knack for introspection for a later date. Now was not the time for self-examination. Now was the time for action. The two hottest men in her life had stepped straight out of her hidden fantasy and given her an incredible orgasm. It was time to return the favor.
Mark and Jason let out low groans as Kate wrapped a hand around each of their dicks. She looked back and forth between the two of them, smiling at the effect her hands were having. They swayed on their feet, using the foot of the bed as a support.
Not in his wildest dreams did Mark imagine he would stand next to his best friend, his wife knelt between them, jerking them both off. Her firm, rotating grip pumped their dicks in alternating strokes, mere inches away from her smiling mouth.
“I want you to come for me,” she said. “I want both of you come for me.” Her eyes, ablaze, danced between the two of them, increasing the pace of her strokes.
“Fucking hell,” Jason said, almost losing his balance.
Mark tried to maintain enough composure to talk. “Where do you want us to come?”
Kate ran her tongue over her lips, looking back and forth between the two dicks quivering in her jerking hands. “Where do you want to come?”
“On your tits,” Jason blurted.
“Then tell me when,” she said, and moved her head up to wrap her lips around his penis head.
Making a noise that wasn’t quite english, Jason closed his eyes and let the feeling of her twirling tongue wash over him. She continued to jerk her husband off as her head twisted and dipped on Jason’s thick cock. Even though it had just been in her mouth, she still marveled at his girth.
She switched to blowing Mark, her hand on Jason’s dick resuming its pumping. She was naked and sweaty, on her knees and blowing two different men at the same time.
“You love this, don’t you,” Mark asked.
“Fuck yes I do,” she said as she moved back to Jason.
“Aren’t you just a dirty slut,” Mark said, knowing the moment of his release was inexorably approaching.
“Mhm,” she moaned, her mouth full of Jason’s member. Her eyes looked up, locking gazes with each of the men she was pleasuring in turn. She couldn’t wait to bring them to orgasm, to return the feeling they had given her.
Mark’s penis found its way into her mouth again. Putting his hand on the back of her head, he guided her, pushing her down further and faster. Eventually she pushed back against him, pulling the length of his dick from her mouth.
“More,” she said with unabashed hunger.
“You want me to throat fuck you?” Mark asked.
She nodded, hands working away at both of their shafts.
Mark smiled through his heaving, gulping breaths. “Would it turn you on to be used like the slut you are?”
Her eyes were wide, pleading, filled with a paradoxical innocence. Glimmers of tears gathered in the corners. She nodded again.
“Then say it,” Mark commanded. “Beg for it.”
“I want you to throat fuck me.” Kate looked at Jason. “I want you both to throat fuck me. I want you to use me like the slut I am, and come on my tits.”
Her mascara trailed down her cheeks like melted ice cream. Her makeup was smeared. Her lipstick had mostly been rubbed off. Her hair was still a rat’s nest. Both of the men thought she looked beautiful.
More forcefully now, Mark grabbed her hair and shoved her back down on his cock. It hit the back of her throat almost immediately, and she struggled not to gag. The hand that had been around his dick dropped limply to her side, and the hand around Jason’s paused in its labors.
Moving his hips, Mark throat fucked his wife, forcing her up and down on his cock. He grunted with effort as he slammed his cock into her wide open mouth. Kate occasionally liked it rough, and Mark had always been happy to oblige, but they’d never really seen how far down that path either was willing to go. He’d never expected this.
Jason grabbed her hand which she’d been too preoccupied to use and continued its motions, jerking himself off with her hand. Eventually muscle memory took over and she was back to pumping away at his shaft of her own volition.
Mark yanked her off of his dick, and it gave a springy bounce as it left her mouth, coated with a dripping sheen of her saliva. He gave her a moment to pull in a shuddering breath. Wordlessly, she nodded at him, and he saw the meaning in her eyes. He shoved her head down on Jason’s dick, and picked up her other hand to place it back on his newly unfettered penis.
On cue, Jason’s hands replaced his friend’s on the back of Kate’s head and he bunched her hair up in impromptu pigtails. Using them as handlebars he facefucked Kate, and she made strange, almost duck-like sounds as she struggled to accommodate his thickness as he ran roughshod into her throat.
What oxygen had managed to fill her lungs was soon depleted, and she felt a pressure building in her chest as she tried desperately to rake air in through her nostrils while Jason rammed into her mouth. It was an intoxicating sort of danger, to be used so thoroughly and roughly that she bordered on passing out. The left hand that had been jerking Jason off was now free; she used it to vigorously rub herself between her legs.
In the past Mark had always been willing to be rough with her when she had the courage to ask for it, but she knew he’d been holding back. Whether that was for her sake, his, or both, she’d felt too awkward to ask. Their sex life had always been solid, why rock the boat? Especially since Amber had been born, they weren’t about to set up a sex dungeon in their basement or anything. But something about tonight, the combination of the alcohol, the romance, the unexpected surprise of seeing Jason and reliving their college days…their inhibitions had crumbled like a dam and a torrent of wild, unconstrained eroticism swept them away.
“Fuck that’s good,” Jason sighed over Kate’s choking sounds. He released her and she flopped back, coughing. “I’m gonna come.”
Kate recovered quickly, grasping hold of Jason’s eager, twitching shaft. Her throat was sore, but to her surprise she wanted more. She rolled her head back and stuck out her chest. “Then do it. Come on me.” Her voice was a rasp.
Jason’s eyes closed. His face, an Adonis relief that had barely seemed to age in the last seven years, contorted into a mask that she might have been mistaken for pain had she not had his engorged cock in her hand. His stomach flexed and he groaned. A thick shot of semen burst out of him, splattered on her heaving tits, coating one stiff nipple. Another milky rope followed, and another. His balls pulsated as he shot out his load, the final rope landing in the middle of her breasts, trailing down to her stomach.
Mark watched, amazed, as his friend came on his wife’s chest. He was almost convinced that this was all a dream. A sexy, unbelievable dream. But the very real urgency of his own building orgasm disabused that notion. No wet dream had ever felt so good.
Kate saw her husband, saw the lust in his eyes as Jason shot his warm semen onto her. That sight was about to push him over the edge. She turned slightly so her chest was pushing directly out at him and her hand disappeared in a blur, pumping his quivering shaft as fast as she could.
“Come for me,” she begged. “Come on your little slut.”
That did it. The muscles in Mark’s thighs tightened as he came for the second time that night. His semen mixed with Jason’s as it hit her breasts.
“Yesssss,” he moaned, pumping out another load. He sat on the bed, almost deflated, panting. He ran a hand through his hair. “Holy shit.”
“Holy shit is right,” Kate said, looking down. “I look like a fucking Krispy Kreme.”
The ridiculous statement even seemed to catch Kate herself off guard, and the tension between them exploded in hysterical, uncontrollable laughter. Jason fell beside Mark on the bed, unable to stand he was laughing so hard. Kate’s hands were held up uselessly at her sides, clearly unsure how to begin cleaning up the mess, and her raucous laughter squeezed tears out of the corner of her eyes. Mark’s sides began to hurt from guffawing so hard, his whole body shaking.
It couldn’t have been more than a minute or two, but to the trio the hilarity and absurdity of the moment seemed to make their hysterics last for ages. Like a hurricane losing power over land, eventually their laughing fit subsided into tittering and chortling, and finally died out completely with the three nearly out of breath.
Kate looked back and forth between the two of them. “So, can I have…I don’t know, a tissue or something?” And the laughter started fresh.
But this wasn’t the broke-off-release-valve laughter from seconds before. This was the easy, companionable laugh of close friends. As soon as he had come, the enormity of what had just transpired had pressed down upon Mark. Had this been wise? Would this change his relationship with Jason? With Kate? Had they made a huge mistake? But now, sharing in the warm laughter, Mark felt sure that they hadn’t made a mistake. Theirs was the rich soil of trust and friendship; no seeds of jealousy would sprout here.
“Here, I got ya,” Jason said when the laughter had again played out, heaving himself off the bed and walking, unmindfully naked, across the room. He grabbed the box of tissues that were kept in the bathroom and tossed them to Kate.
“Thanks,” she said as she plucked several out and began wiping off her chest. Everything about the moment felt surreal. She was casually wiping the jizz of two different men off her chest. She wasn’t sure if the buzz in her head was still the alcohol or if it was just the result of the intoxicating blend of sex and passion. Jason dragged over the small wastebasket that was under the desk and Kate threw the wads of tissues out.
When she’d gotten most of it off, she went to the bathroom to splash some water on her chest. Jason sat back down next to Mark and they watched her go.
“You know I don’t tend to give things much forethought,” Jason said, appreciating the plump curves of Kate’s ass, “but I can honestly say that this was not the way I thought tonight was going to go.”
“You and me both, brother,” Mark responded with a shake of his head. “I’m still not sure that this isn’t a dream.”
Jason caught his friend’s gaze. The same worries that Mark had experienced played out in Jason’s eyes. “But it’s a good dream, right?”
Mark clasped his friend on the shoulder. “It is.”
Doubts dispelled, Jason smiled. “I guess we should get dressed, huh?”
“What for?” Kate asked as she walked back out of the bathroom, tossing the towel on the counter. “We’re not done yet.”
“But Jackie…” Mark said.
“Can wait a little longer,” Kate finished. “It’s a huge inconvenience to her and we will absolutely pay her extra, but I am not leaving here before the two of you fuck me.”
Mark had gone soft, but hearing that sent a depth charge through his gut, causing his dick to twitch. He could tell Jason felt the same way.
“You have condoms?” Kate asked, looking at Jason.
“Uh…yeah, yeah of course,” Jason said. “One sec.” Nudging their strewn articles of clothing aside, Jason found his suitcase and unzipped, rummaging briefly before coming up with a box. “I always bring some, just in case.”
Placing her hands on her husband’s bare chest, she lowered his back down on the bed and slowly straddled him. “That’s what I figured,” she said. “Bring them over here.” She lowered her head and kissed Mark, pleased at his immediate reaction.
Even though he’d already come twice, he was hard in no time, his stiffening shaft rubbing against her pelvis. Jason tossed the small box onto the bed as he eased in beside them, a hand running down the length of her back.
Kate broke her kiss to look at Jason. “Finger me again.”
He complied, rounding the curve of her ass and slipping a finger inside of her. She moaned. He felt his cock start to rise.
She moved down Mark’s body, Jason moving further down the bed to continue fingering her. She lowered her head down onto Mark’s cock, licking up and down his shaft. Her fingernails dragged lightly on his thighs.
Fumbling open the box of condoms against his hip with his free hand, Jason kept stimulating Kate with his other. The box slipped from his fingers and hit the bed, spilling its contents out.
“Stand up,” Kate told Jason, pausing her blow job. Pulling his fingers out of her, Jason gave her ass a slap and stood on the bed, his head near the ceiling. Kate snatched up one of the condoms and tore open its package, pulling the latex out.
Returning her attention to Mark’s waiting dick, she unfurled the condom over his throbbing shaft. She straddled his thighs, gripped his cock, and began to lower herself down.
Mark locked eyes with his wife. Her wild hair once again partially obscured her features. A look of craving anticipation came over her face, and she bit her lip. Jason stood at her side, masturbating.
Kate eased down, feeling the head of his dick pressing against her wet pussy. She rubbed his tip along her outer lips. Mark’s hands gripped her thighs. He wanted her. Badly. He was practically panting. She eased down further, pushing him inside of her.
“Ohhhhhhh, fuuuck yes,” she groaned as he entered her. She released her grip on his penis and sunk down to her knees, lowering her hips and taking her husband inside her inch by inch. Her pussy greedily took him in, gripping him tightly. He filled her, completed her. It was the most satisfying feeling in the world.
Mark closed his eyes, grabbing her hips. He resisted the urge to thrust upward, trying to savor the initial sensation of burying himself in his wife’s warm, wet pussy.
Jason was completely hard again. He jerked himself, watching his friends fuck right in front of him.
Kate’s hips touched Mark’s, and she paused a moment to enjoy the connection between them with his member fully inside her. Leaning forward and balancing herself on her husband’s stomach, she began to bounce up and down, slowly at first, but with building speed.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she said, the pitch of her voice rising with the speed of her rhythm.
Each bounce caused a small but forceful explosion of pleasure between her legs. The wet noises of their joining merged with the slap of the hips meeting to form an organic beat to the time of their lovemaking.
Once she was comfortably riding her husband she leaned back, rocking her hips. Mark opened his eyes and saw his wife moving up and down on top of him, her tits pushed out and bouncing. He reached up and fondled her with both hands, and saw Jason standing next to them, his stiff cock only inches from her face.
“Don’t…don’t forget about Jason,” he said.
Lost in the beginnings of an erotic rapture, Kate nearly had forgotten. She turned and saw Jason standing over her. From chest to thighs his tan skin was smooth and hairless; shining with sweat under the hotel lights, he looked even more like a perfectly sculpted metal statue: an Eros made of burnished bronze. He stroked his dick directly in front of her face.
She’d never had two men inside of her before, but at that moment she wanted nothing more. She took Jason’s hand off his thick member and replaced it with her own, pulling him closer.
“Come here,” she gasped, and devoured his dick. He moaned as her tongue twirled around his head while her hand continued to pump his shaft.
The sight of Kate riding her husband and going down on him almost made him come right there. It was difficult for him to stay standing on the bed. He took fistfuls of her sweaty, clumped hair to steady himself.
“Goddamn,” Jason moaned. He’d never had a problem with finishing too soon, but he’d rarely had he ever been so turned on.
It had been unreal having both men finger and fondle her, but having them fuck her simultaneously was indescribable. She couldn’t think straight; her entire world shrank to solely to this hotel room, to this bed, to the three of them. The bliss of her prior orgasms seemed to pale in comparison. Rational thought surrendered to base instinct. Time unmoored and was rendered meaningless. It was as if this was all she’d ever known, and all she’d ever need.
Gradually she ceded control to the men—Jason’s fingers interlocking her hair began to be less about stabilization and more about command, and Mark started to take over and thrust upwards, still groping her chest.
Falling into a subconscious tempo, the two men pistoned in and out of her eager holes. Mark planted his feet down on the end of the bed for greater leverage and increased the force and frequency of his thrusts, shaking her entire body each time his cock slammed home. Staccato cries choked out from around the mouthful of Jason’s fat dick.
“You’re so good,” Jason said through gritted teeth. “You love sucking dick, don’t you?”
Kate gave a whine of delirious affirmation.
“What a good little slut you are,” Jason lauded, pulling her head down deep and feeling his cock hit the back of her throat.
“God, you’ve been waiting for this for years, haven’t you?” Mark said, practically out of breath. “You’ve always wanted the two of us to fuck you.”
Kate’s head was spinning. If she was of right mind she’d be able to say that, yes, she had wanted the two of them to fuck her, even if she hadn’t realized it. But at that moment, building to her strongest climax of the night, the strongest of several years, maybe the strongest of her entire life, all she could respond with was a guttural grunt as they pounded her.
Mark was close to release himself. He kneaded the pliant flesh of her breasts, teasing her nipples. Her vagina swallowed his dick, gripping it tight enough to feel through the normally dulling barrier of the condom. He ignored the fatigue of fighting against gravity to thrust up into his wife and focused solely on how good it felt.
His hips slammed into hers, and the whole bed rocked with his exertion. The clapping sound of his jackhammering competed with the gurgling noises of Jason fucking her throat.
Kate latched onto one of Mark’s forearms with her right hand, employing her left to massage Jason’s balls as they slapped against her chin.
“Yeah, baby,” Jason said. “Just like that. I’m gonna come.”
Somehow those words pierced the heavy cloud of horniness that had ensconced her mind. She put a hand on his thigh and pushed him out of her mouth.
“Not…yet…” she cried through Mark’s pounding.
Sensing what she wanted, Mark slowed his thrusts. Kate stepped off, squeaking as Mark’s dick slid out of her pussy with a wet slap. She balanced overtop her husband for a moment. All three of them were almost hyperventilating. Mark dropped back on the bed. Kate crawled parallel to him, resting on her knees and elbows.
“Put a condom on,” Kate said to Jason in between palpitating breaths. “I want you inside me.”
Grateful to not be standing on the bed, Jason sank to his knees and tried to roll a condom down over his dick, glossy from the skilled attention of her tongue, as fast as his trembling fingers would allow.
Mark scooted in front of his wife, sitting up and spreading his legs wide. Kate pulled the rubber off his dick and tossed it off the bed, clenching his dick in both of her hands.
“You’re incredible,” she said.
Mark brushed her dark hair out of her eyes and held her face. “So are you.” They shared a tender kiss as she began to tug softly at his penis.
Jason positioned himself behind Kate, taking two handfuls of her round ass and spreading her cheeks, revealing her tight asshole and the enticing pink entrance of her wet slit.
“I love you,” Mark whispered to his wife when their kiss broke.
One hand still clutching a firm butt cheek, Jason guided himself into Kate.
“I love you t—*ohhhhhhh*,” Kate said, ending in a moan as Jason slowly pushed himself inside. “Christ, he’s so *thick*.”
Jason groaned himself as he experienced the unbelievable tightness of Kate’s pussy. He gave her a second to get used to his girth, then put his hands on her waist and began to rock back and forth.
“Oh, fuck,” Kate gasped. “Faster.”
Jason increased his pace.
Mark guided his wife’s head down, and she happily replaced one of her hands on his dick with her mouth. Putting his hand on the top of her head, Mark’s own head lolled as she began to bob up and down.
Jason put a foot on the bed for support and began to really put his hips into it, further amplifying the speed of his thrusts.
Kate sucked her husband’s dick with a frantic speed, making squeaking noises as Jason fucked her. Her entire body rocked back and forth with each thrust. Her tits swung freely. Jason slapped her ass.
Distance and time had never taken its toll on their friendship. Whenever they’d seen each other they just picked right up from where they had left off. Now they were closer than they’d ever been, their bodies joined together. They were each sweaty, hot, and exhausted, but the lust that consumed them overrode those complaints. They were more than the sum of their parts.
“I’m almost there,” Mark muttered, barely audible over the sounds of their sex. “I’m gonna come.”
Slapping her ass again, Jason thrust into Kate like a man possessed, heedless of the fatigue.
A tsunami wave of bliss swept her away as she came. She pitched forward as if she had been jolted, pulling both men out of her, her thighs spasming uncontrollably. Her mouth, now unoccupied, cried out in orgasmic pleasure. Mark, unable to stop himself, came a split second later, shooting his cum all over her face. Jason, unaware that Mark was coming as well, yanked his condom off and finished himself, releasing rope after white rope unto the small of her back.
The men grunted as their sperm shot out over Kate’s face and back, their stomachs clenching tightly.
Kate, lost in the throes of her powerful, full body orgasm, didn’t even realize at first the mess the men were making. Her legs continued to shake senselessly. Her toes curled. Her heart slammed against her rib cage. Every nerve ending in her body seemed to be alight with raw joy. She was half mad with the buzz of her pleasure.
Eventually her heart rate returned to some semblance of regularity, and she gradually became aware of the outside world, coming to the dawning conclusion that her face and back were covered in sticky come.
She would ordinarily not have been thrilled by the mess, but she was too exhausted and content to raise a complaint. She was certainly beyond the concerns of embarrassment or decorum when it came to these two men. But she was afraid to open her eyes and risk the stinging blindness of her husband’s seed.
“I think,” she said over the bellows of their post threesome breathing, “that I need to take a shower.”
There was no laughter this time. There was no pressure to be released. There was just complacent satisfaction and a sense of unity. The men, when they felt enough strength had returned to their limbs, each took one of Kate’s arms and guided her to the bathroom.
She felt around like a blind woman until Mark moved a hand towel into her searching palm. She washed her face, rubbing enough of her husband off of her that she could open her eyes.
Without another word, she pushed aside the shower curtain and turned the water on, stepping into the tub. With silent unanimity, the two men joined her.
Nothing needed to be said. They cleaned themselves. They cleaned each other. The tub was not designed to house three people, but the trio couldn’t be more comfortable in such close quarters. There was no awkwardness. They seemed to communicate telepathically, turning to allow the other to move or passing the soap or shampoo off before anyone had needed to ask.
Their wet bodies were pressed tightly together, though the order shifted according to the needs of the person being cleaned. They made no moves to stimulate each other, but in a way this was more sensual than the sex they’d just had.
They took their time, letting the mirror fog over. When at last they stepped out—again by a simultaneously unanimous and unspoken decision—they were all wrinkles and pruny skin. They toweled each other off with gentle, ginger movements, never breaking eye contact with each other. Aside from the last few drips from the shower head and the rustle of the terry cloth, the only sound was their calm, focused breathing.
Their connection was genuine, and palpable. They each knew, deep down, that this was not a one time thing, but none of them wanted the night to end. They dressed slowly, reluctantly, the final step to be completed before they had to rejoin the real world. At that point there seemed to have developed an unspoken fear that the first to talk would break the spell, or perhaps reveal it all to have been a naught but a dream.
Kate took the risk by sighing. “We really do have to get back to Jackie. Her tip will probably have to be more than we spent at *Chez Trois*. We’ll have to do something special for her.”
“I’m sure we’ll think of something,” Mark agreed absently, looking at Jason.
No one truly knew what to say. The situation seemed to call out for something poignant, but nothing came to mind.
In the end, nothing truly needed to be said. No grand proclamations needed to be made. They were beyond such trivial things, connected now at a deeper level. Instead, as they filed out of the hotel room, heading for the elevator which would bring them back to society, Jason said, “You know, I could extend my stay here; take some more time off work. Or you guys could visit me. Door’s always open.”
Mark and Kate looked at each other, then at their longtime friend.
“We’d like that,” Kate said. “We’d like that very much.”
The End
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