To the master bedroom.

I would had no problems with fucking both women there and then but they preferred being banged on the softness of the bed than on the oak dining table. "If we're going upstairs I wouldn't mind grabbing some sports drinks, if you have any?"

"Yeah, we have some in the panty," Susan replied as she stood up to lead us to the small storeroom.

"What do you need them for?" Catherine asked while Susan handed some Gatorade to me.

"If we're going to have sex longer than an hour at a motel room we're going to need to restore the lost electrolytes, keep us hydrated, and replenish our energy," I answered with a wink.

"I can't imagine having more orgasms than I had during our lunch time tryst," Catherine gasped in awe of my virility.

"Oh, Mike is definitely the right man to try to get us pregnant!" Susan giggled while we followed her up the stairs. "This past weekend he and Deb were having sex alone for a couple hours!"

"Hours..." Catherine repeated as we stripped off our clothes. "I would have been lucky if my cheating ex-husband last ten minutes!"

By the time we reached the master bedroom I was completely naked and the girls were only wearing silk stockings and high heels (I had requested that they keep them on for the rest of the night).

"So what's the first thing on the dessert menu?" I chuckled.