The Last Hurrah

Emma’s turn was the drop that caused the bucket to overflow. The game was forgotten as guys and girls claimed their partners. It was obvious things were moving this direction, but it was still uncomfortable to be sitting in my underwear in the middle of an orgy.

Or that I was at an orgy in the first place. Never did I expect to be in this sort of situation, yet here I was.

And I couldn’t do a goddamn thing.

Fuck.

This was hard. Incredibly hard. I had always believed Emma was enough for me. She was. The temptation though… Everywhere I looked, something was happening. Lily and Nina were half kissing, half giving Mike a blowjob. Maddie was sitting atop Colin, arms wrapped around each other as she ground against him while kissing him. Callie was atop Ryan, her hips slowly rolling against his poised as if she were a noblewoman atop her favorite mount. All I saw of Taylor was her bouncing legs with Grant’s hulking form between them.

Everywhere around me, everyone had completely lost themselves to lust and desire.

And I sat in my spot, surrounded by empty beer bottles fighting against my rock-hard erection and the desire to join in. I wasn’t actually going to join. No matter how much I wanted to, a night of letting lose was a horrible trade when I had Emma. My wonderful girlfriend…

Who I just watched enjoy herself with another man’s cock.

My sweet girlfriend who was walking over to me, her freshly-fucked pussy glistening as she stood before me. Pulling my eyes away from the spot between her legs, I found her staring down at me. Taking her offered hands, she helped me to my feet. Even with me looking down at her, there was no mistaking the power dynamic between the two of us. Right now, she held all the power—and that was okay. Everything around us fell away as she dominated my attention.

I groaned as her hand brushed against my erection.

“Looks like someone enjoyed the show.” Pulling her hand away, the loss of stimulation hit me like a physical blow. I was so wired that even that little bit had sent me soaring. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she pulled me into a kiss. A little voice in the back of my head was trying to remind me where that mouth had been not long ago, but I didn’t care. Hard to care about anything considering how god damn turned on I was right now.

Pushing me back, I found myself tipping back into the blanket covered recliner. My girlfriend didn’t relent as she straddled my legs before sitting back on them. She attacked my lips, her warm body pressed against me as we made out. Even with the wonderful feeling of her lips against mine, it did little to quench the burning desire in my gut. I needed her. My arms seemed to move on that need, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her forward. She resisted, keeping a slight distance between us minus the soft press of her chest against mine.

“Emma,” I groaned, breaking the kiss to gasp for air. She didn’t let me say anything more, going right back to attacking my lips. I tried pulling her again and was rebuffed once more. “Please.”

Pulling away, she wiped her lips with the back of her hand. “Please?”

“This is too much.” Her hand found my erection. I groaned, my eyes closing as pleasure shot through me.

“You mean this?”

“Emma,” I gasped. It was shocking how such a simple touch was causing so much pleasure. Once more, her touch fled and a whimper escaped my lips as I stared into her captivating eyes.

Her hands pressed against my cheeks as she held my gaze. “If you want me, you can have me,” she said softly. “We can go upstairs to the guest room and you can have me any way you wish, and I will love every second of it.” My head was swimming from the burning desire inside me. Her voice was a sultry low with a hint of teasing. “But that means this all ends. You were the one who wanted to know how slutty I could be. Do you really think one man’s cock is going to satisfy me?”

I took a quivering breath. My head hurt, swimming in a cocktail of emotions and desires I had no time to sort out. Each heartbeat was like a drum inside my head as my bewitching girlfriend whispered risqué promises. The monster and boyfriend battled within me and my body felt like it was getting torn apart in the process.

My answer was barely audible as the winner stood amongst a ruined battlefield. “No.”

Her hand ran down my chest as she pressed forward. “You want me to be satisfied, right?”

How could I say no when she asked so sweetly?

I nodded.

“Even if it means you have to wait?”

“I can wait.”

“I’m not going to hold back,” she whispered, her lips inches from mine. Her eyes refused to release me as she slowly closed the distance. “I am going to enjoy myself as much as I can.”

The kiss was light, but there was an intensity unlike anything I’d experienced before. Short as it was, she left me breathless as she pulled away. Not only did I miss her warm presence against me, but the weight of her on my legs as she stood before me. Looking up, she had a small smile as she held out her hand. “Come,” she said softly. “Let me show you how much a slut I can be for you.”

A sharp breath filled my lungs as I took her hand.

What followed was the sweetest Hell I could experience. Emma never let me leave her side as she went from one guy to the next. I watched as friend after friend had my girlfriend. Watched as they sent my love to the height of pleasure. I was both ignored yet deeply a part of each one in a way I couldn’t fully comprehend. When Emma was in the moment, she made it clear her only thought was pleasure. Not just that she was feeling it, but her craving for more. Her insatiable desire to experience pleasure that only her current partner was capable of giving her. I was only there to witness it.

But she never let me forget who this was truly for.

Bent over the arm of the couch, Justin jackhammered into her with everything he had. Her cries were the loudest in the room as she held my hand in a **** grip. This storm of pleasure was less experiencing and more surviving its overwhelming power. Her orgasm had her legs shaking, physically lifting from the ground as she screamed in pleasure.

Sitting between my legs, I held my lovely girlfriend’s legs open. Eyes wide, I watched Grant sink his massive cock into my groaning girl. Having to physically hold her in place, feeling each powerful thrust was a surreal experience. Torturous too as she rubbed against my erection. Yet the teasing brushes weren’t enough to get me to the release I desperately desired. Her though? I was fairly certain she had two—though I helped there toward the end as my hand slid down to tease her clit while Grant used that giant cock of his to send her over the edge. Holding Emma through her full-bodied orgasm was an experience I wouldn’t forget.

Back on the recliner, Emma desperately clung to me using my shoulders as anchors as Cameron did his best to shove her against me. Having her stare at me the entire time he fucked her almost caused me to pop with zero stimulation. The entire time I had to fight off the overwhelming desire to kiss her, but I didn’t want to ruin the wonderful sight of seeing the pleasure wash over her face. She tried suppressing it at first, as if embarrassed to admit she was enjoying every second. By the end, she made it clear how much enjoyment she was getting.

Resting on the couch, Emma stared up at me with a dreamy look. Her boobs swayed from the **** of Zach’s thrusts as she used my legs as a pillow. Like Cameron, her gaze rarely drifted from mine yet the experience couldn’t have been more different. Even though she was looking at me with those loving eyes, she was vocally encouraging Zach. Holding her hand, I listened to her gush about how good Zach was; how he was hitting right there. To not stop. That she was close. So close. By the end, I think I wanted her to cum more than she did.

Her time with Colin was somewhat tame compared to the others. She was visibly exhausted by this point. Most people were, yet she was determined to see this through. With our friend on the floor, she turned her back to him and gently rode him. Keeping her eyes closed for most of the experience, I think this was more a relaxing breather than anything special. In the end, Colin was the only one who came. By the time Emma lifted off him, it looked like the guy had reached his limit as he lay sprawled on the floor staring at the ceiling as he caught his breath.

Emma’s tour ended with Ryan. We had to wait for him to recover, coming in as Nina lifted herself off him. Leaning forward, she kissed his forehead. “Thanks for everything.”

He wore his charming grin. “It was a pleasure, Nina. I wish you the best.”

Emma and I kept our distance as the two separated, Nina seemingly off to find someone who could still get erect. Ryan glanced over at the couple beside him. Callie had never left Ryan’s side the entire time, bringing other guys to her. Once more, I wondered what their relationship was. He watched a few seconds of Mike’s gentle movements between the brown-skinned goddess. My friend’s attention wasn’t really on her though. Lily had that, body pressed against him as the two made out. Seemed like she was making her claim known for when he finished. Ryan seemed satisfied Callie was enjoying herself before he turned his attention to us.

“Hey you two. Enjoying yourselves?”

“We are,” Emma said, answering for both of us.

“Good. Good.” His attention shifted to me. “I get that you two have a special relationship and all, but you know you could have stripped? Being naked at this point seems less weird than walking around in underwear.”

My cheeks heated. He was probably right about that. Surrounded by all the nakedness, walking around in clothes made me feel wildly out of place. Well, it was too late now. Losing them now would only acknowledge I was being weird in the first place.

“I’m glad he kept them on. Keeps him from getting ideas of sticking things where they don’t belong,” she said with a teasing flutter of her eyelids as her hand caressed my face.

Ryan took a deep breath as he sat cross-legged. “I take it that it’s my turn now?”

“Mm,” Emma said, confirming it with a nod.

“Oh boy. I’ve been drained dry.” His eyes ran down Emma’s body. “For you though? I think I have one more in the tank.”

“Don’t get up,” she said as he tried to get up. “I’ll do the heavy lifting.”

He grinned. “Appreciate it.”

Emma turned to me and I wondered what she had in store for me this time. By this time, I felt ready to pop. My arousal had been bouncing up and down all night without release. It was getting to the point where I was debating dragging her away to take care of it.

“I’m going to thank the host for this wonderful party he set up.” Her eyes held steady as I felt my chest tighten. “Watch if you want to, but this is the one I’ve been waiting all night for.” A slight pause as she let it sink in. “As much as I’ve enjoyed your company so far, this I want to do on my own.” She stepped back, opening the distance between us. She wore a confident smirk on her face, daring me to stop her. I recognized the play here. While she was acting like she was completely in control, this was her sexy way of asking for permission. Yellow would shift her approach, red would stop it. The two sacred words that held ultimate power in our relationship.

My silence was permission.

So when I said nothing, she turned her back to me. With a flip of her hair over her shoulder, it seemed like she was determined to ignore me—or make it seem that way. Her attention was completely on Ryan as she straddled him.

I stood away from the two as Emma put the condom in place, watching as my girlfriend lowered herself onto his cock. Watching as she enjoyed herself. I listened to her moans. Saw her as she threw her head back, mouth wide as she made her pleasure known to the world. Emma started off riding him, bouncing happily atop the criminally attractive guy. That shifted about halfway through as she began to rock against him. Leaning forward, the two shared a look before she kissed him.

While this may have looked intimate, I sensed nothing of that from the two. Oh, the two had chemistry. Of all the guys she’d been with tonight, Ryan was the only one to creep up to how I used to feel when Emma was with another guy. Before I accepted the monster as part of me as much as the boyfriend was. This was a farewell between two friends. An odd and intimate farewell, but one all the same.

So even as she made out with him with his cock deep inside her, I didn’t feel any jealousy.

Pulling away, Ryan was smiling as Emma let loose and I was once more transfixed by her beauty. Tonight had a lot of intense moments, but this hit in a way none of the others had. There was no doubt Emma was genuinely enjoying herself right now. Oh, she had enjoyed all the other guys, but my presence cheapened it. Eh, that wasn’t quite right. It was hard to unpack. Emma enjoyed herself, but I was a part of that enjoyment—an interloper of sorts. What she was experiencing with Ryan right now was… pure. With me enjoying from afar, she was free to concentrate completely on the man she was with and fully enjoy the pleasure she was experiencing without worrying about me.

The others had been great in their own way, but this here… this was what I craved; what the monster inside of me drove me to seek. Joining Emma in her fun was something I was happy to explore, but this moment here…

I was in love all over again.

She came moaning his name, her body trembling from pleasure and exhaustion as she struggled to keep herself upright. I was breathless, watching her enjoy her orgasm knowing I wasn’t anywhere in her thoughts. She knew who gave her that orgasm and so did I. But I wasn’t jealous of Ryan. The opposite. I was thankful.

After all, I knew what came next.

Coming down from her orgasmic high, she leaned forward and gave him a peck on the forehead. “Thank you.”

“Always a pleasure, Emma,” he breathed, trying to catch his breath. He looked as ragged as Colin had. “Hopefully we can arrange a few play dates this summer before I take off?”

“I’ll have to ask my boyfriend, but I think we would both like that.”

“Then I won’t say farewell, but instead, goodbye.”

Emma lifted herself from him and faced me. Despite the exhaustion, gave me a warm smile.

And that filled my body in a way nothing could come close to mimicking. Even after all the amazing sex, all the orgasms, all the charming and attractive guys, that smile was for me and me alone. Other men may pleasure her in ways I never could, but none would ever hold her heart. Emma was surrounded by experienced, willing, and good-looking guys, any of which she could have. And right now? The only guy she was looking at was me.

She leaned heavily against me.

“Take me upstairs,” she whispered.

“Yes, Ma’am.”