A walk on the beach, continued

A walk on the beach, continued

This is a fictional story. Do not read it If you do not enjoy consensual sex, anal, ass to mouth, or watersports. If you do read it, please vote and comment.

My two lovers and I dozed off on my bed in the beachside bungalow. I woke up first and looked at my watch. It was about 10pm, and there would still be time to go find a nightclub to party in. I woke the two and told them I was going out. “You can either come with me or go home”. They both gathered their shorts and shirts and were ready in just a moment’s notice.

We finally introduced ourselves, which I thought was the proper thing to do, since I had sucked both of their dicks. The tall one was Bruce, and the other was Dave. I was calling myself Lola for this trip. A fake name was not necessary but added some fun and intrigue to my weekend of planned debauchery. I have no idea if Bruce and Dave were their real names, and I could not have cared less. We were going to party tonight and then see what happens, regardless of names.

We took a taxi to the club area, which was just a few minutes away from the resort we were staying in. Bruce and Dave were quite the gentlemen as we left the taxi and walked on the street to find a good bar to drink in. They were both from Chicago and were down here to blow off some steam. (Who isn’t?). They work for a company that just went thru a huge merger with another entity, and both men had survived the initial round of layoffs. They each felt good about their chances to keep their jobs. I listened to their story, like I cared, but was busy eyeing the scenery to see what other young, stiff dicks were in the bar. There were plenty. Bruce ordered a round of drinks for us, and we began the second phase of the evening.

I told them I was recently divorced. (Hardly true. My lovely husband paid for me to come down here to get some strange dick, so why would I divorce such a loving and open-minded man?) But Bruce and Dave did not need to know any real facts. I was planning on enjoying a guilt-free weekend and these boys could come along for the ride, or I would find more just like them, to play with.

The music was very danceable, and I got out on the dance floor and strutted my stuff. I was wearing a short dress and had not bothered to wear any underwear. Oops? My mistake. I guess I should have been more careful not to show my cooch when I started to do my dirty dancing. Too late. I was already drawing a crowd on the dance floor, as I spread my thighs and rubbed my hips on the closest available man. He did not seem to mind.

After a few songs, I went back to my table and there were fresh drinks and two more men, in addition to Bruce and Dave, waiting for me. We got introduced. I was not sure what fake name I used earlier, but luckily, Bruce helped me out by introducing “Lola” to the two new guys, Josh and Rick. We all quickly got acquainted.