Epilogue

Man, what a journey. The rest of the night was pretty uneventful. We tossed our clothes into our suitcases and bags as quickly as we could then hopped in the shower. As much as we wanted to recount our night to each other while making love into the wee hours of the morning, the vigorous activities and lack of sleep over the past few days really caught up to us as we stepped out of the steamy shower. Mandy slipped on a sexy red nightie and I put on a pair of boxer breifs and we both slipped into bed. Wrapped in each others arms, I held Mandy tight to me, pressing my crotch to her ass in a spooning position.

"Mmmm..." I groaned lightly as my cock pulsed. Mandy cooed and wiggled her ass then, less than a minute later, we were both dead asleep.

Our flight was smooth and, by the time we got home, we wanted nothing more than to order pizza and relax on the couch watching Hallmark Christmas movies. We didn't talk about the past few days, not because we didn't want to, but because we didn't need to. We both knew what we had done and were OK with it. It was nice to have an escape from it, even though I couldn't help but find it funny how wholesome the content we were consuming was compared to what we had been up to less than 24 hours before.

We kept in touch with the gang through a text group which had a tendency to get a bit spicy but, for the most part, our sexual adventures didn't really dominate our lives. We mentioned it here and there, either referencing something that had happened or maybe a comment about an attractive couple we saw at the mall, but it had all become so natural and had settled into the background of our minds.

Over the next few weeks, life returned to a relative normal. That is, well, until...