Dinner.

Bill and I had shit-eating grins while we escorted eight gorgeous women to the private dining room we had reserved at the main restaurant. It was obvious to everyone that the two of us were getting a lot of pussy and the girls had no problem with sharing our dicks with each other since Bill and I had proven that we had the virility to satisfy all of them at the same time! Much to the chagrin of the waiters, we helped each of the girls to sit by pulling out and holding their chairs before we sat down at either end of the long table.

Even though we had the chefs cook the mahi-mahi and the two yellowtail snappers as the main course the girls still ordered salads while Bill and I ordered chicken wings and onion rings as appetizers. We chit-chatted while we waited for our drinks -- it was probably the first time that we all just talked instead of having sex and to be honest it was a nice change of pace because as great as it was living every red-blooded man's fantasy of having sex with lots of beautiful women Bill and I had our physical limits short of popping bottles of Viagra.

The girls cheered when the waiters brought out the Chardonnay while Bill and I had whatever local beer they had on tap.

"To our new friends!" Sam toasted, raising her glass of water.

Everyone lifted up their glasses and cheered.

"... with benefits!" Bill added, resulting a head shake from his wife and laughter from the rest of the girls.

"I'll drink to that!" Emily giggled, taking a sip of her wine.

The girls heartily agreed with the toast.

My wife leaned in to whisper to me, "Can you two fuck all eight of us tonight?"

"I can't wait to try," I grinned.

"Well, make sure you have the camcorder charged before you do," she giggled, just as the waiters returned with the appetizers.

I couldn't wait for dessert!