Ken and Olivia just watched from either side of us as I started fucking her hard. Ken had had her all night, but she was finishing with me and that was how it was going to end. I was fucking Jennifer hard, two people were watching, and Jennifer didn’t seem to give a shit. She was loud, she was obscene, and she was beautiful. As we got near the end, she started shouting, “Jim… Jim… Jim… Oh fuck… I’m coming, I’m coming… I’M COMMMMMING…” as if no one was watching, or maybe as if everyone in the world was watching. I came hard, and made her mine again. There were no bad feelings anywhere, but I wanted the audience to know she was mine.
And honestly, I think they were rooting for me. Everyone had gotten what they wanted this evening, and everyone was going to go home happy, except possibly the maid when it came time to clean the room.
Jennifer and I lay there in each other’s arms while Ken and Olivia got in bed and snuggled under the covers. At some point, we realized we were a little tiny bit cool, and that it was probably time to get up. Ken and Jennifer were ‘home’, but we had to gather our things and head back to our suite where the door was about 6 feet from the door to their suite.
Jennifer grabbed her original dress and put it on, leaving the borrowed dress from Olivia with them. I put on my pants and just held everything else in my hands. We left with a smile and a wave after a night that was life-changing. It was unlikely we were ever going to forget this, and I wasn’t sure what the proper thing to say after something like this. As we were going out the outer door, Jennifer quickly peeked back in the bedroom door and said, “Hopefully we’ll see you at breakfast tomorrow!” That was such a Jennifer thing to say.
We never did get her underwear back.