Traffic Girl - Katie, Ch. 20

Author's Note: Well, we've made it! The final chapter of Traffic Girl: Katie. I hope you find that this is a rollicking good time, if a bit different from the usual. But I think it's a fun change of pace. Don't worry -- the fun doesn't stop here. We'll be rolling right into a continuation of this timeline in Traffic Girl: Stephanie, with the first chapter already well underway.

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It took us a couple days to recover from the orgy. Partly we needed that time just to process everything that had happened. Perhaps it wasn't what happened that had shocked us so much as with whom it had happened. The entire evening had been so ridiculous and over-the-top that if you put it into fiction, no one would believe it was real. After the event, though, life took an extremely busy turn.

Katie's album was coming out. She had settled on a title after a long struggle: Euphoria's Kiss. Juliet's movie was in theaters. Jess was inundated with demand for Hollywood & Vine -- memberships and events. And Rita was working exhaustively to get the new agency backed by Juliet and Riley off the ground.

The agency was extremely interesting to me. While it was fronted by Old Katie, who gave the new organization cache and legitimacy -- along with her stellar book of clients -- the big shots were being called by Rita. And that came on direct orders from Juliet and Riley themselves. So while Rita was officially a consultant, she was the real decision maker. She relished it, too, and she liked exercising her fondness for dominance over my college girlfriend. I worried, however, about Old Katie staying in line. I knew she didn't like the submissive role. She hated it. But she loved money more. And she was making a lot of it. Triple what she had previously, with a generous incentive package that was readily attainable. Rita was confident she could keep Old Katie in line with the money taken care of, but I told her to be careful. I didn't trust Old Katie.

At the same time, once the agency announcement became public, and the roster of clients leaked out, Old Katie was riding a way of new publicity that reached another level for her. The money, the new level of fame, and the blackmail material that had been recorded at Hollywood & Vine on orgy night certainly made a formidable trio of incentives to keep Old Katie in line.

The agency also received a boost from the extraordinary opening of Tapestry of Scars. On opening weekend, it grossed $125 million at the box office. In its first four weeks, it had actually continued to gain momentum, hitting a U. S. total of $550 million and a worldwide total of more than $1 billion, with no sign of slowing down. There was even talk it might reach the rare heights of Titanic level receipts, although that still seemed so impossible. Regardless, the critical and audience reviews were overwhelming in their praise. It received a 100% score on Rotten Tomatoes. There was already talk that the Academy Awards race was over. And Juliet, Carly, and Jeff Stone all received high marks for the performances of their careers.

It was a flurry of activity over the month, and with the holidays rapidly approaching, we felt like it would be a good time to take a special weekend away. Three nights down off the coast of Mexico on the High Seas. But this time? It would come with a twist. This was something Jess had been plotting with our friends for quite some time, and it coincided with a number of other important, upcoming events. Our friends Ryan and Chris were teaming up for a new action movie -- co-starring together for the first time -- and they would be heading out to Australia for a shoot that would last four months. Riley also had a new album slated to come out, just two weeks before Christmas.

But the biggest looming deadline was that Katie's album would come out right after Thanksgiving. Life would become a rollercoaster once more, so we were going to go out with a bang. Or a whole lot of bangs.

* * *

"I just want to say that I think this idea is genius," Melanie said.

"You are the queen of creativity, Jess," Juliet echoed.

"Thank you, darlings," Jess said, smiling.

"Can we get started already?" Kat asked eagerly.

"Only when everybody is here," Jess said. "It'll be just a few more minutes."

We mingled on the main deck's aft sun lounge on the High Seas. There were fifteen of us present, and we were waiting for two more. Ryan and Chris, the action stars, were running behind. But only by fifteen minutes. Yet after such a stressful period filled with work and juggling so many balls in the air in real life, all of us were ready to cut loose. The steam had built up for too long. The pressure was ripe to blow the lid off our buttoned up professionalism and release the monsters of hedonism.

I was there with my four wives and Stephanie. Jason was there with Crystal and Bianka. There were, of course, also Juliet and Melanie, Petey and Alix, and Riley and Henry. We were about to embark on a totally new adventure. For the weekend, we were going to pair off in new couples. Jess had come up with the idea and played matchmaker. We all assumed we knew what the pairings would be, but Jess insisted nothing would be official until we all arrived, had set sail, and were happily naked in international waters. Only then would she reveal who each person would spend the weekend with.

"I never thought I'd be starring in a season of the Ultimatum," Juliet joked.

"And so soon after you won best actress!" Rita said with a laugh.

"Maybe right before you win that title two years in a row!" Melanie chimed in.

Spirits were high. And we were getting there, too. We had already hit the open bar. A couple bongs made the rounds.

"Kat, you really should go commercial with your weed," Henry said. "It's the shit."

For effect or by coincidence, he let out a hacking cough as he exhaled a plume of acrid smoke and passed the bong to Riley.

"I don't know," Kat said. "Would that spoil it? It might spoil it."

"I'm sure we could get you a license," Petey volunteered. "You could just buy coke with whatever profit you made."

He guffawed, just in time for Captain Spence to arrive with our final two guests in tow.

"All right, ladies and gentlemen," Captain Spence said in his easy, surfer manner. "I think we're all here. So while I get us underway, I believe Jess has some announcements."

A general series of whoops went up from all of us in attendance. The guys went over to greet Ryan and Chris. Victoria from the yacht staff brought them drinks, and their eyes were transfixed on her braless tits in her taut, thin white button-down shirt.

"Here we go, everybody!" Jess said, her voice hitting an extra-high octave. "Are you just dying to know who you're spending your weekend with?"

"Stop teasing us!" Bianka shouted.

"Yeah, tell me who's dicking me down already!" Alix said with a cackle.

"Okay, then, without further ado," Jess said, her voice trailing off.

She announced the pairings. And it was clear almost immediately that she wasn't doing anything creative. She was playing to the masses, giving us what we wanted. Pushing us to live out fantasies that, if we hadn't directly said out loud, were too obvious to ignore.

Rita and Juliet.

Stephanie and Melanie.

Katie and Henry.

Kat and Ryan.

Crystal and Chris.

Alix and Jason.

Bianka and Petey.

Riley and me.

Jess and Captain Spence.

"There you have it, my horny friends," Jess said, relishing her role as mistress of ceremonies. "If I might suggest, find the stateroom I've assigned you to get acquainted with your distraction for the weekend. I've left a surprise for each of you there. And by the time you're back? We'll be in international waters, and you know what that means."

"A surprise?" Kat said. "Oh, now I'm super curious. Come on, Ry!"

Kat tugged the action superhero with her. Everyone else followed suit. I hung back with Riley and smiled at Jess.

"What about your surprise?" I asked her.

"He's waiting on the bridge for me," Jess said.

"Well, maybe you should have something else," I said and produced a small velvet box from the cargo pocket of my swim trunks. "You're not the only one who can arrange surprises."

"John!" Jess said as she took the box. She flipped it open, and I grinned when I saw her eyes go wide and her face light up. "John! Oh my god!"

She flung her arms around my neck and kissed me.

"Hey, I think that violates the rules of this weekend," I said with a smirk.

"Shut up," she said. "This is beautiful. Thank you."

Jess cradled the necklace in her hand and let it fall around her neck. It was platinum with "Jess" spelled out in script in diamonds. I had left a similar name necklace for each of my wives in their respective accommodations. When she got it fastened around her, she kissed me.

"That definitely is a rules violation," I said and gave her another peck on her lips.

"Shut up," she repeated. "It's gorgeous."

"So are you," I said.

"And so is your girlfriend for the weekend," Jess said, looking at Riley. "I hope she makes you really work to satisfy her."

"I'm going to send him back broken," Riley said and laughed.

It felt like the good vibes on the High Seas were impossible to pierce.

"Go have fun," Jess said. "But know this is very, very sweet."

"All right," I said. "Love you."

I offered my arm to Riley, and she took it. We ascended the stairs and made our way to the owner's suite. She looked refined and relaxed in a floral tube top and matching ruffled mini-skirt, capped off by a sexy pair of Bottega Veneta knee-high boots. My heart beat heavily in my chest. This was my girlfriend for the weekend? It seemed stupid to say. The mere thought made me giddy.

We reached the top of the curving staircase, and she turned around and ran her hands up my chest. She bounced up on her tiptoes and kissed me. It was brief and soft, and then she looked up at me with those dancing blue eyes.

"There is something deliciously naughty about this whole thing, don't you think?" she said, then ran her tongue over her red-painted lips.

"I have to admit," I said, wrapping my arms around her waist. "I've done a lot of naughty things. I've never done a full weekend swap."

"How does it feel to have me as your girlfriend?" she asked, grinning.

"Surreal," I admitted.

"I want to see what Jess surprised us with," Riley said, "but I need to tell you something first."

"Okay," I said. Our eyes never broke contact.

"We both know what Henry and Katie are going to be doing," she continued. "And I'm cool with it. I love them both. Henry and I are in a really strong place. But, I have to admit, it makes me a little jealous."

"I get it," I said. "I'm fine with it, too, but I can't help but be a little jealous. It's a natural reaction."

"Good," Riley said, nodding her head. "That means you're going to get what I'm going to tell you. I want to see if Henry can be a little jealous, too. So I'm going to throw myself into this weekend totally. I'm literally going to be your girlfriend. But because of that, I need you to promise me something."

"Of course," I said. "Anything."

"Don't fall in love with me," she said, the sparkle in her eyes getting just a little brighter.

I laughed and said, "Impossible. I'm fully spoken for."

Riley took my hand again and pulled me through the master suite's door.

"What do you want to do first?" I asked.

"Can I be honest?" she said, as hesitant in tone as I had been.

"I expect that from my girlfriend," I said.

"Let's have some drinks," she said. "I want you to seduce me. I know you're a fun fuck. Spectacular fuck. But I will really be a dirty girl for you if you please my mind first."

I laughed again.

"Well, you know my rule," I said. "I never tell a pretty girl no."

I went to the wine fridge that was in the suite.

"White, rose, or Champagne?" I asked.

"Champagne," Riley said, sitting on the edge of the bed and beginning the process of removing her boots.

I could see almost all the way up her skirt. I glanced back for a peek more than once while I pulled out a bottle of 2008 Dom Perignon. I popped the cork and grabbed two wine glasses. Riley had stayed on the edge of the bed, her legs kicking back and forth when I walked over.

"I saw you looking, and the answer is no," she said.

"Huh?" I said.

"You were looking up my skirt," she said. "I'm not wearing panties."

She flipped up her skirt and spread her legs slightly, then covered up again just as quickly.

"You don't miss a thing," I said, sitting about a foot away from her. It was enough space for us to look at each other without the angle being awkward.

"I'm used to guys perving on me," she said as I handed her a full glass.

"I thought I was supposed to be seducing your mind," I said.

"You're right," she said. "I'm so used to thinking like a man."

She smiled at me, and held up her glass. I clinked mine to hers, and we each took a healthy sip.

"So you're going out on tour again so soon?" I asked.

"New album, new tour," she said. "But there are a couple factors. One is that Henry is going to have that movie shoot coming up. The other is Katie's album. I figure it'll give her a boost if I'm out there with her. I can promote her, too."

"That's awfully kind of you," I observed.

"She's amazing," Riley said seriously. "And talented."

"I think so, too," I said.

"I want her to blow up," she said. "It's good for me if someone I support does well. A rising tide benefits all ships, you know?"

"Well, I'm grateful for it," I said. "She's grateful for it. We've all loved getting to know you. And Henry. You guys are awesome."

Silence sat between us momentarily. We each took another drink. The gap between us had closed by a couple inches.

"Are you guys going to tour with us again?" Riley asked in a hopeful tone. "That made it really fun. Really, really fun."

"For sure," I said. "Not sure how it will work with Rita at the agency, but you know that Stephanie is going to be Katie's assistant on the road, right?"

"She told me," Riley said, grinning again. "Katie is like my little mini-me. I love it."

I noticed something in her eyes. Something mischievous and maybe a little dark.

"That's a reason why you want to fuck me," I said, taking a chance. "It's powerful to fuck your protegee's husband."

"I can't deny it," Riley said, the gap between us closing even more now. I could feel the heat radiating off her skin. "I love power games. But I'm sure Rita's told you that."

"She has," I said. "And you know how much Katie likes me fucking other women?"

"She didn't have to say anything for me to know it," Riley said. She emptied the last of the Champagne into her mouth.

"How wet does that make you?" I asked.

"Extremely," Riley said, putting her wine glass on the night table and reaching for my hand. She guided it between her legs.

"You aren't kidding," I said. "You must really like having things you're not supposed to."

Riley smiled that sweet, devilish smile and said, "I can have anything I want."

The remaining gap between us disappeared. Our lips met, and I pushed her tube top down while we kissed. My fingertips brushed her puffy, pink areolas, then squeezed gently to bring the pebble-like center to life.

"That's not what I said," I whispered to her. "Even if you can have anything you want, you want the things you're not supposed to."

"Okay," she said. "Busted. I do. I love having that power. I love knowing what people will do for me. What they'll risk. It's a trip. Like standing on stage."

"Like doing a bump right before you walk out on stage, and no one is the wiser," I said.

"Fuck, you read me like a book," Riley said.

My hand retreated lower, between her thighs, and found her slit. I glided one finger over it and felt how wet she was. She parted her legs a little more, anticipating that I'd push inside her. But I didn't. I opened my palm and cupped her mound. Her lips were puffy. I squeezed them together. She groaned. Then I rubbed her whole mound again.

"You fucking tease," she gasped.

My response was to lean in and kiss her neck. I ran the side of my hand along her slit, then alternated between squeezing her lips together and rubbing her pubis.

"You fucking tease!" she gasped again, this time with more urgency.

"I have never once teased you," I said.

I flicked her clit once with my index finger, then continued to build her desire.

"I always deliver," I added.

"I'm so wet," Riley moaned.

We kissed again. She was urgent and passionate. We had never connected physically like this before. We rolled over onto our sides, now fully on the bed. As we readjusted, I didn't change my approach. I wanted her desperate. I wanted her to beg. I tried to pull her on top of me, but she resisted. So we stayed on our sides, and she clamped her thighs together tightly to force my hand on her pubic mound more firmly. Riley was a great kisser. My cock throbbed against her thigh.

"You're so hard," she noted.

"I know," I said, then went back to kissing her deeply.

"I want to feel it in me," she said.

"Beg for it," I said firmly.

"Please, John," Riley said, pushing out her lower lip in a pout. The red lipstick had smeared all over us. "I'm begging you. Put that big dick inside me. Fuck me. I need it. I'm a bad girl."

We kissed again, and I couldn't resist her any longer. There was a spark, an intensity I'd never felt with Riley before.

"Get on top," I said.

I rolled to the left, then scooted myself under her as she swung her legs over and got on her knees. She straddled me, and I reached up and grabbed her tits. They were perfect little handfuls, and her nipples were fully erect now. I tweaked them lightly, and she closed her eyes and sighed. She kept them closed as she felt for my cock and gripped it, lining it up with her pussy. For the briefest moment, she teased the head along her slit, but then she just sat on it, and we both groaned at the same time.

"Holy shit, you're wet!" I cried.

"This feels incredible," Riley said, rocking her hips back and forth.

We savored the fusion of our bodies for a couple minutes. I played with her tits, cupping them in my hands and relishing the firm teardrops. I thrust my hips up to meet hers and was grateful there wasn't even a hint of pain. I felt strong. My cock was as hard as I could ever remember.

"You are so deep," Riley said, breaking the silence by reading my thoughts.

"Your pussy is insane," I marveled. "It feels so fucking good."

I slid my hands across her thighs, feeling the faintest peach fuzz on her skin, and gripped her ass. It was so smooth. So firm. I got greedy, dragging a couple fingers to her crack and pushing them deeply in between. I grazed her crinkled asshole, then retreated and squeezed her glorious cheeks. It caused Riley to fall forward a bit, lengthening her strokes against my cock. My god, she was wet. The squelching sounds we made were ridiculous. The change in position also let me suck her nipples into my mouth. She liked them sucked gently, and if I made a twirling motion around them with my tongue, I could feel her progressing closer to orgasm. So I didn't stop. I kept thrusting my hips up, pushing into the squishy depths of her cervix, and alternated between each of her perfect, natural tits.

"Cumming," she panted. "I'm cumming."

Her body tensed, shook, and released. But she never stopped riding me. In fact, she rode me faster. Her pussy gave her away. She was going to cum again. I moved my hands from her ass to her hips.. I held them firmly in place, pushing down, to make the impact of my upward thrusts even more pronounced. It didn't even take twenty strokes for her to cum again.

"What the fuck?" Riley shouted. "What are you doing to me?"

"You're an animal," I said. "I fucking love it. You're not done, are you?"

She shook her head and kept riding. She leaned farther forward. My face was smothered by her breasts. I slipped a couple fingers to her ass crack again, but this time I wriggled one inside her puckered hole.

"You know just how to make me cum," she said.

"Are you going to cum again for me?" I asked, my voice muffled because I was busy playing with her tits.

"Holy shit, I am," she said. Her tone shifted. It sounded almost like she was going to burst into tears. "I'm going to cum. This is so intense. So intense."

It backed off, but only briefly. We changed pace, going with long, slow strokes. A few minutes of that put her back on the brink.

"Jesus, you're such a hot fuck," I grunted. "You're so fucking wet."

"Suck my nipples," Riley ordered. "I'm close. I'm so frustratingly close."

I obliged and started to thrust more deeply in her again. We were covered in her wetness. I was amazed she didn't slide off my thighs. Then I felt her tense up again. She was close. It was going to take some effort to push her over the edge again. My tongue worked her nipples fervently. Then, with a slight change in position, I found a motion that allowed the full length of my cock to glide along her clit. I slowed the pace a touch and went long and deep.

"I'm so close," she said. "I'm so close. I'm so close."

"Cum for me," I said. "Cum for me then I'll fill you up with a huge fucking load."

"I want it," she panted. "I want that creampie. I love it. I'm cumming!"

Riley lost her mind. She screamed and quaked, and I honestly took pride in the fact that I had gotten her off so much and so intensely. Pride shot through me. This was an objectively hot fuck.

"Your turn," she said, her breath ragged when she finally came to her senses. "How do you want me?"

"On your back," I said.

I wanted to look Riley in the eyes while I shot my cum inside her.

"I love missionary," she said. "I love feeling a guy shoot like that. I think it gets deeper."

"Your creampie fetish is sexy as hell," I said as we changed positions.

"It's also going to be very lucrative," Riley said.

"Is it now?" I said, furrowing my brow as I straddled her.

Riley's pussy was still swollen. It was smooth and inviting.

"I love creampies," she said. "Rita loves cum. It ended bringing all of us together and, voila, the agency."

I laughed as I lined up my cock with her pussy.

"I didn't think of it that way," I said. "Just goes to show you what an open sex life gets you."

Riley wiggled under me. There was expectation in her eyes again.

"I was thinking more of what cum addiction gets you, but six of one, half-dozen of another," she said, smiling. "Now fuck me."

I pushed into her, and we both marveled at just how wet she was. The sheets were covered in a large wet spot. Our bodies were slick with her arousal.

"Put your fingers around my cock," I said as I started to thrust into her again. "Feel how wet you are."

She slid her delicate hand between us and used her index and middle fingers to form goal posts around my shaft. It added delicious pressure to the already ample amount her velvety insides put on me.

"I like feeling that big vein that runs down your dick," she said. "It's like I can feel how virile you are."

I was flattered that she paid attention that closely to me. But I didn't reply. I simply leaned into her and kissed her again. It retained the same urgency, like sloppy teenagers making out in the back of a car. I liked that. I also liked the feeling of Riley's nipples digging into my chest. There was an intimacy to this position, and neither of us shied away from it.

"You feel so fucking amazing," I said.

"It's your turn," she said. "I want you to cum. Now. I need to feel it."

"Talk dirty to me," I said.

"Naughty boy," she said. "You want me to tell you about how much Rita and I fucked on that little retreat to Joshua Tree we took with Juliet?"

"Yes," I said, my breath ragged.

"How we tripped on shrooms and ended up sixty-nining for like an hour?" Riley continued. "While Juliet fucked us both with a strap-on? God, it was insane. We were so high and never stopped fucking."

"I wish I could have watched that," I said.

"We wouldn't want you to just watch, John," Riley said. "We need that cum and your dick. The real thing is so much better than silicone."

"I'll fuck you anytime you want," I said.

A tingle went up my spine. I knew I couldn't hold out that much longer. Riley must have sensed it, too, because she pushed one of my buttons.

"Maybe on this next tour you can blast a load in me right before I go on stage," she said. "Let me go out and perform with you leaking out of me all night."

"Jesus Christ," I grunted and lost control.

"Fuck, yes, there it is," Riley said with a satisfied sigh.

I kept grunting and thrusting, and my orgasm didn't want to end. My cock kept twitching, filling her pussy to the brim. My cum mixed with her juices made it insanely slick, but I couldn't stop. Only when my tip became too sensitive did I finally stop. Then we lay there, still, our chests moving nearly in unison.

"That was seriously incredible," I said.

"Seriously," Riley agreed.

When I rolled off her, she got up and said she had to pee. I made myself useful and pulled the bottle of Dom out of the ice bucket I had had the good sense to put it in and poured two fresh glasses. When Riley returned from the bathroom, I had it waiting for her. She accepted it and gave me a soft, quick peck on the lips.

"I'm really glad to know you fuck on the first date," I said.

She laughed.

"My whole body feels like it melted," she said. "That was hot."

"Hey, we didn't check out Jess's surprise," I said.

"Oh yeah!" she exclaimed.

We both looked around the room and then found it. There were two small boxes on the dresser, one wrapped in blue paper and one in pink. We figured the blue was mine and the pink Riley's. So we tore in and opened them. There was a small card inside each box, along with a gift.

"Oh, shit, Jess is amazing," Riley said, putting her card back inside after reading it.

She held up a necklace. It was a silver microphone, but then Riley unscrewed the top of it. It was a cocaine necklace. The top bulb of the microphone had a small spoon attached, and the inside was hollow.

"This is too cute!" Riley said. "What did you get?"

I held it up. It was a Lelo cock ring. I read from the card.

"John -- I want to see if you even get soft you get off wearing this," I said aloud. "We need more of your cum. All the time. Love, Jess."

"Mmm, I like the sound of that!" Riley said. "Now how about we fill this little coke keeper up?"

Just then, however, an announcement came over the intercom.

"Attention passengers," came the voice of Captain Spence, which sounded more strained than normal. "We have reached international waters."

"Looks like you aren't going to be putting back on any clothes," I said, scanning Riley's naked body up and down.

"I wasn't planning on it," she said. "I'm already craving more of you."

She had made her way to the cocaine setup on one of the night stands. Jess's coke necklace gift also included a small funnel and spoon to fill it.

"You don't have to tell me twice," I said.

"Good," Riley said as she scooped blow into her new toy. "I'm going to need to bump up here. I don't want to risk getting tired."

"Do that, and I might just take you again right now," I said.

"You're such a perv," Riley teased as she screwed the top back onto the microphone necklace.

"That works to your benefit," I said flirtatiously.

"I love it," she said with a chuckle as she quickly picked up a bump of coke on her left pinkie, snorted it, and then did a second. "You want some?"

"Yeah," I said.

I took the bumps from her nail, and I kissed her. My cock pressed against her thigh.

"Down boy," she said. "Just for right now."

"It's going to be a long weekend," I said. "Let's go check in on the others."

* * *

We descended back to the main deck aft sun lounge, where we were almost the second-to-last to appear. But we weren't the only ones who looked freshly fucked. Rita and Juliet sat on one of the couches with their legs intertwined, sharing a joint. Across from them, Alix and Jason did the same. Stephanie and Melanie, Bianka and Petey, and Crystal and Chris were at the bar, pouring drinks. Jess and Captain Spence made out near the yacht's railing. Katie and Henry were over by the bar, but they were cutting up lines of coke and helping themselves to plenty as they went. I noticed Jess, Rita, and Katie all wore their diamond name necklaces I had left for them. It made me smile, and they looked good.

A few minutes later, Kat and Ryan finally appeared. Her hair was a mess. He was sweating. She wore her necklace, too, and smiled guiltily at me. There were obvious streaks of cum rolling down her thighs. And then I noticed it. It must have been Jess's gift to her. It was another necklace on a gold chain, which was attached to nipples clamps. In script, the necklace read, "Kitty Kat." It looked incredible on her.

"There you are!" Jess said loudly. "Finally! Okay, everyone! Gather round."

We loosely made a circle around Jess, who was relishing her role as the ringleader of this event. She held up a glass of Champagne.

"Let's start with a toast," Jess began. "The people on this boat today are our closest friends. And I think it's important to acknowledge that none of this fun would be possible if it weren't for the fact that we became friends first and let our imaginations run wild after that."

"Speak for yourself," Petey interjected. "But I was a perv from the start!"

Everyone laughed.

"But I wanted to tell you, this weekend is supposed to be a bit of an experiment," Jess continued. "Now that we've all had a little time with our weekend matches, and we've gathered back together, I was curious: do any of you feel jealous?"

Silence fell over the deck. The only sound was the rush of the wind and the churn of the yacht's engines.

"Well then," Jess said, a faint hint of surprise on her face. "It seems like we're all on the same page about exploration. Shall we just party on?"

The crowd whooped. As if on cue, music poured through the speakers. It was heavy rock and roll, something to get us all in a hard-and-fast party mode. It didn't take much. The High Seas staff came through with trays of drinks.

And, at that point, the real party of the weekend started. Almost immediately it struck me how faithfully everyone was playing along. Maybe it made sense since we had so many performers in the group, actors or musicians. Maybe that made it seem more natural. This was just another role, another way to explore. And if that's all it was, there were some Oscar-worthy performances to come over the weekend.

Initially, we mingled like at any other of our parties. But the special pairings held. When I made my way to chat with Juliet and Rita, Riley held my hand.

"No cock or cum all weekend, huh, my love?" I teased Rita.

"Actually, Jess took care of that," Rita said, her eyes shimmering.

"Yeah," Juliet said. "You should see our room!"

"What's in your room? Riley asked innocently.

"Jess got Crystal to save up all the cum from guys she fucked this week," Rita said. "She kept it in a flask for me."

"I still don't believe it can taste good," Juliet said.

"It's perfect," Rita said, letting her body tremble just a little. "As much cum as I could want."

"I thought you didn't have a limit, my love," I teased.

And then Crystal bounced up to the four of us.

"Did I hear my name?" she said, almost sloshing out Champagne from her glass and chewing gum so rapidly it made her dimples pop.

"I was just telling them about the sweetest gift that you got me," Rita said.

"Oh, girl, that was so easy," Crystal said, then took a quick drink. "I've been trying to get with each of the Daydream guys on days they don't shoot, right? So that when we have scenes on camera, it looks more natural, like we know each other and have a real connection. So, I mean, if I fuck them or blow them, I might as well save the cum for you. I don't know anybody who loves cum more than you. You should have it."

"The sweetest girl," Rita said, and she and Crystal kissed.

And then Chris, Crystal's date for the weekend, sidled up behind her.

"Baby, damn, is that big boy ready for round two already?" Crystal said.

"Fuck yeah," Chris said, giving me a nod hello and a smile.

"Well, let me hit some coke and maybe we put on a show right here," she said.

"Whatever you want, babe," Chris said. "I'm at your beck and call all weekend."

"Can you believe that?" Crystal said, flashing us a last look before pulling Chris by the hand over to the cocaine that dominated the dining table just inside the sun deck.

"Believe it, baby," Chris said. "Bend over and you can do some lines while I fuck you."

"You are such a good boyfriend," Crystal said as she tugged his hand.

Rita and I shared a glance.

"Can you believe how much she's changed?" Rita marveled.

"It's amazing," I agreed.

Our conversation was interrupted by Sophie, the redheaded deck hand, who brought two mugs of steaming liquid to Rita and Juliet.

"Here you are, ladies," Sophie said.

"Oh my gosh, thank you so much," Juliet gushed.

"Now we can get this trip started," Rita giggled. She turned to me and said, "Shroom tea."

"We are going to trip so hard," Juliet said.

They clinked mugs, then blew over the tops of the hot mushroom tea before taking an initial sip.

"Let's sit inside," Juliet suggested. "In the AC."

"Good idea," Rita said. She let her free hand graze along my arm as she looked at me adoringly as she walked away.

"You got quiet," I said to Riley, still by my side.

"It's interesting to see you in a crowd," she said. "The way you operate."

"And how do I operate?" I asked.

"You're completely at ease," she said. "It's like you've never met a stranger."

"I'm naked, and I've had sex with every girl here," I said with my smartass tone.

She rolled her eyes at me.

"Let's smoke some," she suggested.

"I never tell a pretty girl no," I said with a chuckle. "But what is it you really want to do?"

A smile crawled across Riley's face. Her eyes danced. She liked that I had picked up on it.

"I want to make Henry jealous," she said.

"Making Henry jealous is a good way to get Katie very, very turned on," I said.

"Sounds like the perfect way to give them exactly what they want then," Riley said. "Henry gets jealous and mad, and then takes it out on Katie, who's turned on and needs exactly that."

"You're a smart one," I said, putting my hand on the small of her back as we walked over toward one of the sofas at the back of the sun deck. "So how do you go about making Henry jealous?"

"It's easy," she said. "I just talk about guys having bigger dicks. It's childish, but it works."

"Well, I can't help it if you're telling the truth," I said, and she slapped my arm playfully.

I kept my hand on her ass as we sat down on the couch, putting us diagonal to the double-width chair where Katie sat with Henry. Although, at that moment, Katie was kneeling on the deck and snorting a thick line of cocaine off a glass tray. Riley plucked a Stündenglass gravity bong off the table and loaded it with some gorgeously sticky buds that were kept inside a covered silver bowl. She packed the bowl and sparked it up with a gorgeous, green Le Feu lighter.

Riley took a deep hit and held the smoke in her lungs for several seconds. Instead of passing the bong to me, though, she exhaled and took a second, equally long hit. Then she surrendered the bong, and I fired it up. The smoke was sweet and comforting. I held it for a while and stared at Katie and Henry across from us. Riley threw her feet across my lap. Katie had finished her cocaine and now moved to straddle Henry. That's when I saw the marks on her ass.

"That must have been a hell of a spanking," I called over to Henry. "Nice work, bro."

"Daddy, it was so good," Katie said, elongating each of the vowels. "Jess gave us a flogger, and oh my god! I love being spanked with it!"

"Nobody takes a spanking like Katie for sure," Henry said. He smirked, and I could tell this was part of his game with Riley.

Riley knew it, and she played along. She kicked her legs out, then stood up. She bent over in front of me, giving me a glorious view of her ass and sloppy cunt. I wasn't sure what she was doing, but she pulled my hands to her hips to help guide her down on my cock. I wasn't hard, so she put my shaft between her slippery lips and rocked back and forth. It didn't take long for my erection to reboot. She teased me, the mixture of our combined juices creating a beautiful friction, and occasionally she let my cock bounce up. When it did, her pussy tried to suck it in, greedy for more. I loved watching her ass flex as she squatted and rubbed my cock.

"Hen, baby," Riley finally said, "you see how far into my stomach John's dick goes? God, I'm going to feel this in my gut for a week."

She slowly worked herself down on the full length of my shaft. I groaned at the deliberate pace she used. I could feel every bit of her vaginal walls as they flexed to drink up my erection.

"I think you can see it bulge right here, see?" Riley said when she rested her thighs against mine, finally fully inserted. She pointed to a spot above her belly button. She wasn't being serious. I couldn't have been that deep inside her. "That's how far he gets in me. God, I love it."

I glanced around Riley's body and could see the red-faced jealousy build in Henry. Katie knew it, too, and she played it to her advantage. She shoved her tits in his face and kissed down his neck before speaking. She raised her voice so it was easily heard.

"Baby, do you want to choke me with your belt?" she offered. "See if you can make me cum and pass out with your dick up my ass?"

"Fuck yeah," Henry said, but it came out more like a roar.

He stood up, smoothly and powerfully throwing Katie from his lap and putting her over his shoulder. He gave her ass a sharp smack, and Riley giggled and kissed me.

"She is going to get fucked," I said, really emphasizing the final word.

"I am a little jealous of that cocaine energy," Riley said. "I'm going to have a line."

"You did that on purpose," I observed.

"What?" Riley asked innocently.

"Pushed Henry's buttons," I said. "You did it for Katie."

"Maybe," she said, flashing a grin as she kneeled before the table and pushed together coke into a thick line. "I want my girl to have a good time."

"Very considerate," I said before moving my position on the couch so I could see her clearly snort the drugs.

Riley did the line in two passes, one in each nostril. I loved having this dirty secret, knowing that such a revered sweetheart was a depraved coke whore.

"That is such a wicked rush," Riley said. "I feel naughty just doing it."

"Well, it is illegal," I joked. "There's a thrill in doing something forbidden. And not getting caught."

"It also makes me feel so fucking good," she said, pinching her nostrils and closing her eyes to savor it.

I put my hand behind her neck, letting my fingers trail through her hair. Her eyes were just starting to sparkle with the unbridled fury of the cocaine. I wanted her. But I had an idea.

"Want to see what everyone else is up to?" I asked.

"Like, what, spy on them?" Riley said.

"Play voyeur," I said. "I'm curious."

"Are you trying to check up on your wives?" she asked.

"Nope," I said. "I just like to watch sometimes."

"There are some interesting pairings," Riley said, her voice trailing off.

I offered her my hand, and we walked into the dining room, where Crystal and Chris had disappeared a while before. But they hadn't disappeared at all. Crystal, perhaps more than anyone else in our group, was a devout exhibitionist. She didn't care who she fucked and who saw her fucking. Crystal was splayed out before us. She had one knee on a swiveling dining chair and the other propped up on the dining table.

"You fuck like a superhero," Crystal encouraged him. "My pussy loves your dick. I'm a dirty fucking whore, and you are one of my favorite fucks ever. God, keep going!"

"Yeah, you slut," Chris said and smacked her ass.

"I am a slut! I am a slut!" Crystal cried. "Harder. Just keeping fucking me harder!"

Riley glanced at me and grinned.

"Well, that was an easy one to check in on," she said.

"Crystal has always been pretty obvious," I said. "I like it. She wears her heart on her sleeve."

"And her pussy up in the air," she joked back.

She intertwined her fingers in mine again, and I pulled her toward the stairs. I figured most people were going to be in the upper deck suites. We weren't wrong. It was even more fertile ground than I had anticipated. And we didn't even have to snoop into the rooms to slake our thirst for watching. Kat and Ryan hadn't even made it into their suite. They had made it to the door, but that's where they remained. I heard Kat's moans, peppered with liberal amounts of husky, turned-on dirty talk, and a powerful, rapid thumping before we turned the corner at the top of the spiral staircase. I put my hand on Riley's arm. She glanced at me and ran her tongue over her bottom lip.

To our right, there was Kat, hands running through Ryan's hair. Her feet were crossed, legs wrapped around his waist. Ryan's biceps bulged. His muscular legs, particular his thighs, distended and flexed in the effort to hold up Kat while fucking her. His ass rippled. It was impossible not to see Riley's infatuation with him. He was a physical specimen. He'd be training hard for his next shoot -- this was his last indulgence before he shipped off -- so he was in peak condition.

"It's okay to stare at him," I whispered.

Riley rolled her eyes, but any further response was short-circuited by Kat's screams.

"Own my ass! God, Ry, I love the way you fuck me!" she cried.

"Only a real slut can take all this cock," he growled.

"Yes, baby, I'm that slut," Kat panted. "I'm that slut."

Riley kept watching them, but I felt her hand run along my leg, seeking my inner thigh. Her fingertip grazed my cock, then the rest of her hand found my shaft and stroked it lightly.

"Do you like watching even when it's your wife?" she whispered.

"I do," I said. "Especially when you've got my cock in your hand."

"I like knowing Henry fucks other people," Riley said. "It takes some burden off me. I know he's going to get his, and we always come back to each other."

"That's exactly it," I said. "As long as my girls come back? I'm cool with anything."

"I like watching like this," Riley said. "It's fun and naughty."

"Naughty is underrated," I said with a grin.

"Your whole life is naughty," she said and rolled her eyes again.

I liked when she did that. I liked her sass. I liked knowing that my wife was taking eleven inches of cock up her ass maybe ten feet from us, and she might well be thinking about how anxious she was to come back to me. It wasn't something I took for granted -- the bond that I had with Kat. Or with Jess. Or Rita. Or Katie. We had found a place almost no one did, an unbreakable bond that had been tested to its limits, and we always found our way back to one another. Now, it was so tight, so strong, we could indulge in an entire, celebrity-laden swap weekend to fuck our brains out, and it seemed like the most natural thing in the world.

Kat bawling, "You fucking bastard! I'm going to cum again!" brought me back to reality. My cock hardened in Riley's hand. I wasn't sure if I wanted to fuck her again yet. This had whetted my appetite for continuing our exploration. I hadn't expected to find such a perfectly voyeuristic situation. But, of course, Kat couldn't wait. She wanted what she wanted, when she wanted it.

"Want to keep looking around?" I asked Riley quietly.

She bit her lower lip and nodded.

"I'm not sure if it's just your cum from earlier, but my pussy is soaking," she said as we descended to the stairs again. "I think it's just from being turned on. It's throbbing."

"I should do something about that," I said, cupping her mound in the teasing fashion that I had earlier. I held it in place for ten seconds too long. "Later."

"You tease! See! I told you!" Riley said good-naturedly.

When we reached the sun deck again, instead of going to the aft lounge, we went to the fore deck. Again, we were greeted by a sexual symphony before the participants even came into sight. The first thing that came into view was Alix's long, blonde hair whipping around. She wore oversized Dior sunglasses -- her longtime favorite -- and thrust her massive, fake tits forward, the silver bars through her nipples glinting in the midday sun. The upper half of her body was visible from our approach. She kneeled on a curved, white couch.

"You really are the best cleanup boy, Jason," Alix said.

I realized my best friend was underneath her.

"I think you're more excited about eating that load out of me than you were shooting it in me," she continued. "And you were pretty fucking excited to shoot it in me."

She cackled in her way, and then I saw the joint in her hands. She put it to her full lips and took a long puff. She then held it out, and a perfectly manicured hand snatched it up. The nails were painted an immaculate white. My eyes moved up and saw the tan arms of Bianka. She drew the spliff to her lips as a pair of hands cupped her breasts from behind. Bianka had one of the most naturally beautiful bodies I'd ever seen. Always perfectly tan, with skin so soft and smooth it was simply unfair. Her eyes twinkled, and her smile could electrify the outdoors on a sunny day. She had long legs, and her ass was generous and athletic from her workout routine. A love of the outdoors and partying had no effect on her. She was ageless. And now she was bending over the back of the curved sofa for Petey, who entered her from behind while Bianka passed the back to Alix.

"Jason, baby, can you hear me?" Bianka said. Her boyfriend made a muffled response in the affirmative, his face still buried in Alix's cunt. "You know I love you, right? But sometimes a slut just needs a really thick dick to spread her open. You're so sweet to share your man, Alix."

Alix laughed, which expelled a plume of smoke, and said, "Girl, you know whores like us have got to share!"

"Petey, do you feel how my pussy lips grip you?" Bianka asked.

"Gorilla grip," Petey said with a laugh and gave her ass a playful swat.

"Darling, when you cum in her?" Alix said to her boyfriend. "I want Bianka riding Jason's face. It'll get him so hard again, and I'm going to ride his cock. Okay?"

"Anything for you babe," Petey said smoothly.

"You going to be a good boy and clean out my used cunt?" Bianka said, her words startlingly filthy.

Jason gave a muffled, happy assent once more.

"You should just take my ass while I ride him, Petey," Alix continued.

"I thought the rules said we can't fuck our significant others," Petey said.

"Fuck the rules," Alix said. "I always break the rules. I love having two dicks."

She cackled one more time, and Riley and I retreated again. We were more turned on than before.

"I didn't realize you had such a voyeuristic side," Riley said to me.

"I do," I said. "It's fun. An easy way to build up some excitement. But I also like seeing how people I know are in intimate moments. It reveals so much about them."

"I'm starting to see that," Riley said.

We strolled to the aft sun deck again, where we found Stephanie and Melanie. Melanie sat on a bar stool, her front toward us, and we could see glistening oil all over her body. Stephanie stood behind her, giving what looked like a very skilled massage.

"Hey guys," Melanie said when she saw us. Her teardrop breasts pointed up, tipped by her erect pink nipples that extended easily a quarter inch. "I had no idea Stephanie had magic hands to go with that magic tongue of hers."

She sighed, and Stephanie smiled at us, not moving her hands as they worked on Melanie's shoulders.

"Your tongue was magic first," Stephanie said.

"Uh, as I recall, girl, our tongues were magic at the same time!" Melanie said, then turned to us. "What are you two up to?"

"Just seeing what we can watch," I said.

"You have such a voyeur streak, John," Melanie said with a laugh. "I remember when you used to love watching Jess and me make out at our sorority house."

"Wow, you guys have known each other a long time," Riley said.

"Forever," I said. "I was in grad school, getting my MBA, when I met Jess. She was an undergrad."

"Of course she was," Riley teased.

"I don't think I realized how far back you and Jess went," Stephanie said. "You are very loyal, John."

She said it like it was the most admirable thing in the world and shot me a look with such a powerful adoration that it gave me a chill up my spine. Stephanie was one-of-a-kind, a genuine gem to add to our group. Rita had good taste.

"What have you girls been up to?" Riley asked.

"Relaxing," Melanie said. "So much relaxing."

"Getting off and smoking pot definitely help with that," Stephanie said, working an elbow into Melanie's back now.

"Totally my version of heaven," Melanie said.

"Are you relaxed enough to go again?" Stephanie asked, leaning forward and kissing down the side of Melanie's neck.

"Don't you want me to give you a massage?" Melanie replied.

"With your tongue," Stephanie said and finally emerged from behind Melanie.

I stared at her tits. They were the prettiest naturals you could ever imagine. They took on a similar shape to Melanie's, generally speaking, but they were too large and too firm to hold a teardrop shape. If I were being completely honest, Stephanie's tits lived up to the "melon" stereotype. They were round, firm, and proud. They didn't jut up; they struck straight out. She had perfectly proportioned nipples. They were bright pink, and her areolas weren't too big, letting her tits themselves stand out.

"Or you could use a strap on," Stephanie further suggested.

"You know how to get me in the mood," Melanie said. "Want to smoke another joint first?"

"Sure," Stephanie said happily. She was always agreeable among us. She was so compliant. It's like obedience was her happy place.

Melanie slid off the bar stool, and the two of them kissed. It was the kind of embrace that made any externalities slip away. Riley tugged my hand and signaled that we should probably leave them alone. I agreed with a nod. We went upstairs again. Kat and Ryan had vacated the hallway on the main deck, though we could still hear Kat's screams behind the doors of their suite, and headed up to the bridge deck. As we went, I expressed surprise at how spread out the group was.

"I think everyone wants to explore," Riley said. "It's a chance to get with someone new with a different level of permission. It's like giving a fat kid a whole cake instead of just a piece. You're going to push it as far as you can."

"I like cake," I said and let my hand caress her ass.

"Down, boy," she said.

When we reached the bridge, I pulled Riley into me for a kiss before we moved forward.

"This is fun," she said, pulling away a bit. "I think I've found my new favorite activity."

We made a lap around the fore of the bridge deck and didn't see anyone. On our way to the aft, however, we heard something hit the floor in the control room. I put my arm around Riley and signaled with my eyes that we should check it out.

"Cap, you're such an animal!" I heard Jess's voice squeal. "Are you sure we aren't going to mess up anything on the boat?"

"The engine's off," Captain Spence said, his voice hoarse. "We're anchored. Nothing to mess up."

We looked through one of the windows into the bridge, which we approached from the rear. Jess had one leg raised up on the cockpit control board and the other wrapped around Captain Spence.

"He is such a good looking surfer guy," Riley said. "He's probably been stoned every day since sophomore year of high school."

"Do girls really like the stoner surfer thing?" I asked.

"Of course we do," Riley said, rolling her eyes again.

I pushed myself closer to her as we watched Jess and Captain Spence. Riley smelled good. I realized that it had been powerfully imprinted on my brain. She was always perfectly put together. She always had an intoxicating floral and refreshing scent, like a combination of a spring bouquet and freshly folded laundry. There was something invigorating about her. Even when she had just come off stage. That's part of what made Riley a superstar. She was unique and had unique appeal. And she didn't mind when my erection pushed against her thigh.

"Do you fuck your wife like this?" Jess asked Captain Spence.

"No," he grunted in response. " Missionary."

"That's such a shame," Jess said.

"The wife's for breeding," he said. "Sluts are for fun."

"Does she know what a bad boy you are when you're on the boat?" Jess teased while he continued to fuck her.

"She knows I have needs," he said.

Jess was smiling wickedly. She loved married men. It made her feel powerful to fuck them and talk trash about their wives. But she'd also gotten on board with our transparency rule.

"I have needs, too," Jess said. "And right now that need is a load in my pussy. God, your balls are so heavy again. You must churn out sperm like a creamery."

"I cum a lot," he said.

"No wonder you have five kids," Jess said.

"Six," he said.

"Well, I'm on the pill, so let's not make it seven," she said as her breathing gained speed. "But, fuck, I really want you to fill me up."

"I'll give you that nut," he said before repeating, "I'll give you that nut."

Then Captain Spence grunted and pushed his cock all the way into Jess's cunt. Her guttural moan told us all we needed to hear about how she felt about it.

"Fuck, you cum buckets, Captain," she said.

He responded only with primal howls. And he kept fucking her.

"Jesus Christ, you're still hard!" Jess said in disbelief.

He leaned forward to kiss her and continued to hump away. Jess managed to push back just enough to speak.

"You want to use that cum to lube my ass? Want to fuck my ass, stud?" Jess asked.

Captain Spence merely shook his head and kept rutting her. Jess threw her head back, building toward a full-body orgasm that would shake the boat. Meanwhile, Riley's fingers had found their way to my cock again. She was stroking it lightly, very gently using her fingertips to heighten the sensation.

"Ready for another round?" she asked me quietly.

I responded solely by sliding my arm around the small of her back and pulling her toward me. We kissed quickly before making our way to the stairs and headed down again. When we reached the landing outside the owner's suite, I kissed her.

"Are you ready for another creampie?" I asked and smiled.

"Always," she grinned back.

We pushed open the door and nearly jumped back in surprise. Rita and Juliet were in the middle of the bed, their legs intertwined as they scissored each other with an otherworldly intent. It took me several moments to digest the scene because, after the first glance, it was actually much more complicated than just a passionate fuck. Initially, I was drawn to the two beautiful girls' mid-sections. They ground together, and you could hear the wetness of their pussies gliding over each other. Their legs were a contrast, Rita's longer and more athletically toned, while Juliet's were smooth, shapely, and more elegant. Their thighs both rippled, straining under the desperation with which they moved to mash their most intimate parts together.

When Riley and I entered the room, Rita and Juliet were oblivious to us. They were each leaning back, supporting themselves on their hands as they pressed their vaginas in tandem. Rita's breasts curved impressively and impeccably upward, and the perfect position of the light streaming through the French doors that led to the balcony silhouetted her equally perfect nipples. I wish I could have taken a picture -- perfect breasts from the perfect angle, in the perfect light. Juliet's tits were perkier, somewhat like her personality. And from this vantage point, I realized how similar they were in size and shape to Riley's. They fit in my mouth perfectly.

But after those initial moments, Rita and Juliet came together. Their tits pushed against each other, which was one of my favorite sights. It was intensely erotic. They kissed with an intensity as vigorous as their scissoring. My cock jutted out from my crotch and bobbed happily. Riley felt for it. Then the two beauties before us announced at the same time that they were going to cum. And the suite filled with their staccato screams of orgasm. And the bed erupted in a duel of squirting. The shocking part was that Juliet matched Rita, squirt for squirt. Riley must have noticed the expression on my face.

"She learned in Joshua Tree," she said. "When we went on our girls' retreat."

"So you did more than plot your new agency then, huh?" I said, teasing.

"Oh, so much more, John," Riley said, her hand was now openly stroking my cock again. "Rita was an amazing teacher for us."

"Us?" I said, showing surprise again. "Is that related to squirting, too?"

"That's related to squirting, too," Riley said and pushed her face close to mine.

With Rita and Juliet reaching a crescendo in the background, my eyes narrowed their focus.

"So you're a squirter now?" I said, arching my eyebrows.

"Your wife made me one," Riley said.

I pulled her to me, and our lips danced closer together.

"That's really hot," I said.

"Rita knows pleasure better than anyone I've ever met," Riley said, her breathing turning hard. "I was putty in her hands. She showed just where to touch to make me squirt like a fucking fountain."

"Henry must love that," I said.

"He doesn't know," she said. "Rita's the only person who's ever made me squirt."

"Wow," I said. "Maybe you just need extra practice."

"That's kind of what I'm hoping for," she said and smothered me in a kiss.

We made out for a couple minutes intensely, our tongues dancing in a much more familiar, comfortable way now. But we were suddenly interrupted by Rita and Juliet.

"How did you float all the way out here?" Juliet exclaimed.

"Yeah, when did you learn to surf?" Rita said.

Riley and I looked at each other, confused. Then it hit me. The shrooms had fully kicked in. These girls were tripping balls.

"Hey, anything to see how sexy you two are together," I said.

"You two are squirting machines," Riley said, pushing her butt against my erection.

"We're surfing," Rita said dreamily. "How do you think we got so wet?"

I suppressed a chuckle, just letting them ride on their trip.

"My whole body feels so alive," Juliet said.

She and Rita remained intertwined, their hands running all over their bodies and their lips frequently and haphazardly brushing together.

"Do you mind if we paddle next to you?" I asked, keeping up the surfer facade.

"Come on along," Rita said.

"The water is amazing," Juliet said.

"Come on, John," Riley said. "Mount your surfboard."

Riley kneeled on the edge of the king-sized bed. She wiggled her ass and pointed her knees together, spreading herself as wide as she could for me. The whole area between her thighs was still a sticky mess from our earlier fuck and my cum. Her pussy lips pulled apart, with two small strings of her refreshed arousal stretching across them. I thought this was a good chance to try out the cock ring Jess had gotten me, so I grabbed it and slipped it on. Then I moved behind Riley, put a hand on either hip, and sunk inside her.

"Oh, fuck me, that's so good," Riley said. "You are like the golden mean of the penis. Not too long. Not too thick. Perfect proportions. Just right."

I responded by savoring her body with long, slow strokes. I let the tip of my cock just pull out to her precipice and then luxuriously, with no sense of urgency, pushed back into her. I held my cock inside her for an extra couple beats, loving the squishy roughness of her cervix against my engorged tip. I kept that up for several minutes, until Riley was just on the cusp of orgasm. I knew her body well enough to identify the signs. And I also knew that, once she was close, a couple fast, rough strokes would send her tumbling over the edge.

"Cum for me," I said earnestly to Riley when I flipped that switch. The first powerful stroke hit her hard.

"Yes, whatever you want," Riley blubbered.

I pounded into her again, and she exploded. I had caught her by surprise. Her pussy spasmed like crazy, and she surprised me by how tightly she squeezed. I kept fucking her hand, taking a generous handful of her ass as I went, and she milked me with her powerful inner muscles.

"Fuck, you're gonna make me cum," I said, suddenly overcome. It had snuck up on me, and the cock ring added delicious pressure.

I grunted and emptied my balls into Riley again. She howled in delight as she felt my spurts filled her gripping canal.

"That feels so good," Riley said when her body finally calmed down. "I just want to lie here and feel all that warm cum spread inside me."

She flopped over and lay on her back, staring up at me. She smiled.

"That was a hot fuck," she said. "Quicker than I expected."

"What can I say?" I said, throwing up my hands. "You're so hot, you make me cum like a teenage virgin."

We laughed, and then we realized that Rita and Juliet had stopped playing and were staring at us.

"I love, love, love that you two came surfing with us!" Rita exclaimed, her pupils absolutely massive.

"The waves have been insane," Juliet said, her hands running over Rita's breasts.

"Do you want to head back in and smoke some weed?" Rita suggested. "I feel like blazing would be the perfect cap to this."

"You read my mind," Juliet said. "Do you want to join us?"

They turned to us.

"I think I'm going to try to get John to fill my pussy up again," Riley said.

"God, I wish I could just eat it out of you," Rita said.

"I'm not sure if we can play by the rules all weekend," Juliet said with a laugh.

"If you go get a joint going," Rita told her, "I'm going to drink some of my stash of cum."

"You're so naughty, babe," Juliet said.

They left the owner's suite, and Riley was all over my lips again.

"I swear, that fuck only made me want more," she said.

"Well, I'd offer to fuck you here, but I think the bed is ruined for the moment," I said, and we glanced at the soaked sheets. "Want to take a shower?"

"I'd love that," Riley said. "If you want to get it started, I just needed to check my phone really quickly."

"Sure," I said and gave her a kiss.

* * *

I tested the shower water with my hand when Riley came into the spacious owner's suite bathroom. It was comfortingly hot. The pop star had a grin on her face and carried a small mirror with four lines of cocaine on it.

"What's got you so happy?" I asked.

"Later," she said, purposefully stonewalling though she kept grinning. "I need to get this buzz rolling again."

Riley made a point to turn and face me as she snorted the lines, vacuuming them up quickly and confidently. She held the mirror out to me.

"Your turn," she said.

The coke was smooth and didn't even really burn. The high hit me like a tidal wave. Steam from the shower billowed out into the bathroom, and Riley pushed closer to me to take the mirror. She set it on the vanity and pushed her body close to mine, feeling my hardening cock against her leg.

"You like fucking me, don't you?" she said.

"It's like a fantasy every single time," I said. "I don't take it for granted."

"What do you think my three-hundred-million Instagram followers would say if they found out some guy who isn't Henry was about to fuck me in the shower while I was high on coke?" she asked.

Riley loved her image. She loved having a circle of people where she could be her true self. She loved having it all, and she loved being told that she had it all.

"I think all the guys and probably most of the girls would get themselves off thinking about trading places with me," I said.

"Yeah, but they don't get to," she said. "How does that make you feel?"

"Like Superman," I said and tugged her into the shower with me.

The hot water was starting to falter by the time Riley bent over in front of me, toweling off but not making any move to wipe up the new load of cum leaking down her thighs.

"I love how hard you get for me," she said.

"Impossible not to, Riley," I said.

"My legs are jello," she said. "Want to go take some bong rips?"

"Do you have to worry about smoking too much? With the tour coming up?" I asked.

"You're sweet," she said. "I'm good for another couple weeks."

There had been a flicker in her eye when I mentioned the tour. I followed up on it.

"What news do you have?" I asked directly. "There's something going on."

"Not yet," she said. "At the end of this weekend."

"You're killing me," I said.

"After this weekend," she repeated. "You know what I was thinking we should do next? When you can get it up again? You should give me one of those booty bumps and take my ass."

"How about now?" I joked, though my cock stirred mildly.

"Put a pin in it, stud," Riley said. "I need a break."

"I could use a drink," I said, suddenly realizing how thirsty I was.

So we descended to the sun deck again, and it was clear we weren't the only ones who were ready to take a refreshment break. But everyone had taken happily to the new couplings. Bianka was draped across Petey's lap, sipping Champagne while he hit coke from a small tray. Jess and Captain Spence shotgunned hits from a joint that must have been packed with a half-ounce of weed. Crystal straddled Chris, holding her breasts together as he dumped huge bumps of cocaine on them. Next to them, Alix and Jason did the same. And then there were Kat and Ryan. They each held a cocktail with a tropical umbrella in it and shared a cigarette while they cuddled and kissed. There was an obvious intimacy between them, and Kat gazed lovingly at him.

"So this is where the party is!" I said as Riley and I joined.

Victoria, the crew member, immediately appeared with full glasses of Champagne. Her nipples strained the fabric on her thin, white button-down.

"I am all fucked out for the time being, brother!" Petey said loudly.

"Maybe we should make an exception to the couple matches if one person gets too tired," Ryan joked.

"I will never get tired," Kat deadpanned. "Even if I'm asleep, just use me however you want."

She laughed hard. And that's how the weekend progressed. For two days and two nights, everyone partied and fucked like bunnies with their temporary partner. It was fun. A lot of fun. It was also illuminating. It was illuminating because, despite the novelty of having a weekend swap, by the time Saturday night rolled around, everyone was ready to get back to their real partners. So the final night descended into an orgy, culminating into a slightly early reunion among the original, "real life" pairings. Riley was fun. A lot of fun. And I felt confident we had reached a deeper level of friendship over the weekend. Maybe that was the whole point of this gambit anyway. To bring our group closer together, to create an even bigger circle of intimacy. I had to hand it to Jess. I think she succeeded.

The morning we headed back to the Marina del Rey, we had a group brunch. Hangovers ruled the day, and there was a lot of coffee and juice. Inevitably, of course, mixers got splashed into the juice. And as the sluggishness of our hangovers and cloudiness of the comedown from the night before lifted, Riley took center stage. The unspoken something she had smiled at me about finally tumbled out of her mouth.

"So, everyone, I got a little info," Riley teased. "My people might be pretty good at getting a hold of an advance look at things like streaming numbers and sales."

"Oh my god," Katie gasped.

"Based on pre-orders and some other little clues that are coming together," Riley said, "we are pretty confident that Katie's album is going to debut in the top ten."

"Shut up," Katie said.

"Oh my god!" Kat and Rita squealed simultaneously.

"You're going to kill it, girl!" Jess exclaimed.

Katie looked at me across the table then got up and ran to me. I stood up to meet her, and she hurled herself into my arms. I wrapped her up in a bear hug.

"I'm so proud of you," I whispered.

"Time to go on tour, Katie," Riley said. "Let's blow this thing out of the water. You are literally going to be trending."

"Holy shit, daddy," Katie murmured quietly, looking up at me again. "Euphoria's Kiss? Top ten?"

"That's you, my love," I said. "You did that. You put yourself out there, and people love you."

"It's because of you, daddy," Katie said, and I almost melted from the adoration pouring from her eyes.

"No, Katie," I said, kissing her. "You're a star. Buckle up."