Theirs was a torrid affair. Both in love with each other, both obligated to people who were runner up options. Their timing never seemed to work out for the long term relationship they both longed for, but their carnal desire to be together couldn’t be masked. This fact is so vivid it was to a point one of them always made sure they were never in the same place at the same time. Friends could feel the attraction between them. Through a series of conversations and revelations, it was determined they would meet one last time. While they still could, while at least half of them were not breaking a vow, they had to have each other once more.
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We had already enjoyed an afternoon of our usual antics: drinks, laughs, amazing oral sex and more drinks. Surprising you by popping in town was the best idea I had in a while. No one knows I’m here, and everyone you associate with believes you are leaving on a normal work trip. The perfect scenario. I rented a suite at the hotel we booked for one of our more risqué adventures: the semi-swingers night turned just the girls turned getting fucked nine ways to Sunday. A living room with a couch in the center surrounded by a sofa table and two side tables. The coffee table with usual hotel information. A pathway around the couch leading to a dining table and mini-bar and hallway that opens into the master suite and en-suite bath.