I''d planned the perfect vacation, including a massive surprise for my husband: his best friend, Nick, had agreed to join us. Then arrived in the quaint Oregon coast town, to discover that my cheap vacation rental was a one-room cabin not a two bedroom cottage. And the beds? They were right next to each other.
I could reach out and touch Nick, if I wanted to. Not that I wanted to.
Waking up to my husband’s body pressed close and Nick only a few feet away was electrifying. And when Nick opened his eyes and caught us doing a little more than we should have, things took a sexy turn.
Soon, we were breaking down the usual boundaries and creating our own set of vacation rules: one week of hedonistic fun, with no limits, no jealousy, and no expectations. Then we’d go back to our separate lives, with us in Portland and Nick in Seattle, and never speak of it again.
But what if one week wasn’t enough?
I could reach out and touch Nick, if I wanted to. Not that I wanted to.
Waking up to my husband’s body pressed close and Nick only a few feet away was electrifying. And when Nick opened his eyes and caught us doing a little more than we should have, things took a sexy turn.
Soon, we were breaking down the usual boundaries and creating our own set of vacation rules: one week of hedonistic fun, with no limits, no jealousy, and no expectations. Then we’d go back to our separate lives, with us in Portland and Nick in Seattle, and never speak of it again.
But what if one week wasn’t enough?