The Shower

“Let’s go take a shower. We smell like campfire and sex.” I stand up from the bed and reach over and give Rachel a hand up. “And I don’t think I’ve had my fill of you yet.” I pull her into a kiss. She snuggles in close to me and I take the opportunity to grab her fine ass again.

“Oh you’ve definitely filled me. But maybe you’ll be ready for round two in the shower.” Rachel reaches down and squeezes my cock.

We grab a couple towels and head out of the bedroom. We don’t bother putting any clothes on. We’re still pretty tipsy from all the ****, and everyone has seen it already.

One bedroom door is still closed. Moans and grunts are only barely muffled by it. Someone is still having a good time. After being caught up in the moment with Rachel, I finally remember my own wife is probably being fucked by Joey right now. I wonder if that’s them in there. I ask Rachel, “You recognize any of those moans?”

Rachel laughs, “No, but it sounds like they’re really going at it. I hope they don’t break the bed.”

The door to the bathroom is cracked open. The shower is already running and the room is filled with steam. Rachel says, “Hello. Hi. Mind if we join you?”