Pure unadulterated sex.

Knowing it may be our last time together as a group, we didn't sleep much that night but instead spent every second of waking consciousness in each other's arms or between between someone's legs. Silently we decided it was getting crowded for all six of us in the master bedroom so pairs moved to the other bedrooms, only to switch partners and beds. Even when we took breaks to rehydrate or to pee, we made love in the kitchen, dining room, and bathrooms.

I felt like a spry eighteen-year-old again, like a flashback to our time at the cabin ten years prior where we just had pure unadulterated sex. I went from slow love making with one lover only to have hair pulling with lewd wailing sex with another lover to an unforgettable foursome.

By the time the first light of dawn appeared through the windows we were drenched in sweat and worn out -- all of the girls' reddened pussies were leaking of my cum and my flaccid cock was aching from being overworked. Sexually spent, we had quick showers before getting dressed and heading downstairs for a much needed breakfast.

Despite drinking a couple cups of coffee I knew I was going to be exhausted at work but it was well worth it, especially having hours of video of our night of erotic bliss. Luckily for Corrine and Stephanie, they didn't need to drive all the way back to Los Angeles but flew on a domestic flight. Before they left in the taxi, Elizabeth and I promised them we would go down to visit them when we could schedule some vacation time from work. Lastly, we hugged Amy and Talia and waved as they drove home.

My wife and I looked at each other and smiled.

"Back to our boring suburban lives?" she sighed.

"Yeah," I nodded, rubbing the bags under my eyes.