Our Love

Quinn

The trip to Bora Bora was a fantastic surprise. The trip itself has been the most amazing experience. The overwater villa they rented was spectacular. It took my breath away the moment we walked in and I kept telling them I never wanted to leave. We swam, snorkeled, went on a jet ski tour, ate the most delicious foods, and of course made love and fucked on just about every inch of our villa. By the last day, I was beginning to think we'd all died and gone to heaven.

"This is the last swimsuit," I called out to the guys who were waiting in the living area. Carrie had purchased a different swimsuit for each day of the trip. Some were just regular bikinis; some were a little racier and this one, the one for last? It was barely a swimsuit at all! The guys loved the surprise each day, and it usually resulted in the swimsuit being removed quickly or pulled to the side for some quick action. No complaints from me, though.

"Are you going to come out?" Grant teased, ever the impatient one. The suit was black with tiny triangles to cover each nipple, strings from there tied together up to my neck. The bottom barely covered my pussy with a small square, and rings connected together made up the waistband. A tiny string was all that went over or rather in between my bottom, showing off my "juicy peach," as Wade liked to put it. I was quite sure she purchased this from a sex shop, it definitely was not for swimming. I opened the door and strutted out, holding on to the confidence that these two amazing men had helped me develop.

"Fucking Christ!" Grant groaned, biting his knuckles for emphasis.

"You're not leaving this villa wearing that." Wade quickly followed up. I laughed at both of their responses, pretty much being what I had expected.

"What am I supposed to wear on the sunset cruise?" I pouted.

"An actual bathing suit, with a nice cover-up." Grant chimed in. "All of this" He waved up and down. "Belongs to us." Such a caveman. He was up on his feet and headed toward me when I held my hand out for him to stop.

"We'll be late if you come any closer!"

"We're the only ones on the cruise, we paid, and they'll wait." Wade took two strides and had me by the waist, dragging me back into the bedroom. All week I had been teasing them about taking them both at the same time. I'm not sure they thought I was serious though they both seemed excited at the idea. I'd let Grant play with my puckered hole a few times during sex to get ready, and I had completed my "butt plug training," as Carrie put it. I was so ready. If we were going to be late to the cruise then might as well make it really worth it.

"In my bag, over there, there's a bottle. Get it, please." I instructed Grant. He quickly did so, eyes wide when he read the label. "Both of you, I want both of you filling me at the same time." I looked between the two of them to make sure this was okay. Grant immediately smiled, stepping toward me and yanking me to him by one of the rings on my suit.

"You dirty little thing. This is why you've been letting me play back there all week, huh?"

"Are you sure? We wouldn't want to hurt you." Wade, my cautious man, expressed his worry.

"I'm sure. As long as you both are sure, we're good to go. I've done my research and as much training as I can." I tried to speak confidently, but it was increasingly difficult with Grant rubbing his hands over my body.

"Training?" He smirked.

"Plugs. Stretching and preparing." I wiggled my brows.

"I've said it before, but I really believe we've created a monster."

"You love it, and you know it." I laughed.

"Of fucking course we do. Now, boss us around, and let us fill you up. I'm so ready to take that ass." Grant was already stripping himself down, and I couldn't help the giggle that escaped. I turned to see that Wade too was removing his clothing as fast as possible and my body hummed with excitement.