Carpe Diem

The first time I fucked Jake's girlfriend Lana in front of him, I made a deal with the devil. I reached my 'Carpe Diem' moment as my jizz flooded Lana's dripping pussy and I looked up at Jake. His face red with lust, Jake reclined on the couch, totally naked, stroking his museum-grade cock as he watched me drain my balls in his girlfriend's unprotected pussy.

With my cock still sliding into and out of Lana's cum-drenched pussy, I was a blur of emotions. My heart still racing, I felt a massive ego trip and a sense of catharsis, like I had just released and relieved something I had no idea I was suppressing. As I made eye contact with Jake, Lana was sucking his cock in the afterglow of a convulsive orgasm, and I didn't want this moment to end. Between my own grunts and gasps, I could almost hear a voice in my head saying: "Carpe Diem! Carpe Diem! Carpe Diem!"

Before the Deal

The experience was intoxicating. What made the moment special wasn't just that I was sport-fucking another guy's girlfriend in front of him. It wasn't just that I was having fun with a painfully attractive couple. It wasn't just that I watched Jake splash a massive cum load over his own chest and abs as I ravaged Lana. All that was fantastic. But what made the moment special was that this was also the first time I got really stoned. The combination of cannabis and kinky pleasure had an effect so powerful that my sex life before this moment seemed colorless by comparison.

When Lana called to invite me to the beachfront Airbnb she and Jake had rented for the weekend, she said: "It would be really good to have you with us. We both love hanging out with you, but Jake could also use your support. It's been a year since we all got out of the business, and Jake is struggling with the transition. He can't seem to find a new career, and I think he's using drugs and sex to distract himself from what he feels."

What Lana shared didn't surprise me. The three of us had met when we all worked as fashion models, and I knew all about how Jake and Lana reveled in the glamorous lifestyle, with sex and drugs serving as constant companions. They were experienced consumers of cannabis, cocaine, ecstasy, shrooms and God knows what else. Sexually, they were very kinky, often participating in wild group sex and partner swapping. And they loved mixing sexual kinks with mind-altering substances. At higher doses, the mind-altering substances seemed to bring out Jake's homoeroticism which often led to full-on bi MMFs with the male beauties he picked to fuck his girlfriend.

By contrast, both during and after my years working as a male model, I managed to stay away from drugs. Until I showed up at the Airbnb that afternoon, I was a 23-year-old who had never even been stoned. I enjoyed observing Jake's and Lana's adventures with drugs, and I loved hearing the crazy stories, but I felt no desire to participate. At parties, I would at most have a drink or two, but I never tried anything from the recreational pharmacy that Jake and Lana and their clique always brought with them to parties.

Sexually, I was much more uninhibited, but never drawn to group sex or partner swapping. I loved dancing, so I often hooked up with hard-partying girls at nightclubs. Whether I fucked them at the club or took them home, my sexual tastes were pretty tame. My main kink was that I loved having my cum swallowed or drained into an unprotected pussy. During my modeling days, I must have fed buckets of my cum to girls I wouldn't even recognize if I saw them again. I must have been responsible for more purchases of the morning-after pill at my local pharmacy than any other guy in the neighborhood.

Sometimes, it wasn't just girls throwing themselves at me. Gay guys competed to serve as my cum buckets. Even for straight guys, I was the guy who made them think: "I'm not gay, but if I switch, I want him to be my bitch." But in college, I developed a clear boundary with homoeroticism. I could only do anything sexual with other super-sexy mildly androgynous guys, and the most I could do was to have them suck my cock and swallow my jizz. In theory, I was open to sucking cock myself, but in reality, I never did it. And I certainly had no interest in buttfucking.

Even though I never used drugs, I loved playing with girls and guys who were under the influence of drugs. I was amazed by the range of emotions and states of mind fueled by drugs: euphoria, sedation, excitement, disorientation, sensuality, bliss, mania, etc. Sexual partners under the influence of cannabis were my favorites. I loved hearing them giggle as I splashed my jizz in their faces.

After Lana called to invite me to the Airbnb, I started recalling the parties where I watched as she and Jake reveled in sex and drugs. Lana wasn't nearly as extreme as Jake; her appetites were generally mild. She was typically chasing a "comfortable buzz", and to her, sexual experimentation was just "fun with beautiful friends". By comparison, Jake was an extremist, always ready for more -- another hit, another trip, or the sight of another male beauty cum-splashing his girlfriend's face.

Sometimes, when Jake went too far with some of the drugs, he had his 'episodes'. Depending on the drugs and his surroundings, he either felt one with everything or afraid of everything. Sometimes, he felt an irrepressible urge to get totally naked, even in public. From my conversation with Lana, it seemed that Jake was in the middle of another episode. He had been feeling stuck, and he was doubling down on the 'escapes' that always worked for him.

During the same period, in the year that had passed since our party days together, I became much more curious about these escapes, both drugs and partner-swapping. In fact, I started to regret not joining Jake and Lana in their sex games. I felt silly for denying myself what seemed like a blissful experience: kinky fucking while stoned.

Midway through my conversation with Lana, it became clear that this would be the day I would explore both these escapes. After a moment's hesitation, Lana said: "Jake is totally lit up again and wrapped up in fantasies."

I reacted with a chuckle. "Has he been raiding the pharmacy again?"

"My God, yes! And he's going deep this time."

I asked her if Jake is doing anything dangerous, and she hesitated again before she answered: "No, not necessarily dangerous, but it's one of the episodes that makes me wonder if my boyfriend has a sex addiction."

I immediately knew what she meant. There was a special combination of ingredients from Jake's pharmacy that made him very horny. When he was horny, he was obsessively planning orgies and sex club visits. He was manically wrapped up in sexual fantasies, and Lana was his willing partner in crime.

She said: "We just checked into the Airbnb on the beach, and Jake has been talking non-stop about arranging a party. You were the first guy he mentioned when I asked him who to invite. You know what that means, right?"

This was always how Jake and Lana played their games: Jake picked the guys to fuck his girlfriend, and she was always the one to recruit the lucky winner. After a couple of recent parties where I started to be curious about drugs and partner-swapping, what I heard from Lana sounded like the universe responding to my new appetites.

So, when Lana asked me if I knew what this invitation meant, I didn't hesitate. I said: "That means, in a couple of hours, I'll be smoking some weed before I drain my balls in your unprotected pussy. Send me the address."

The Deal

Lana told me that the house overlooks the ocean, with a long staircase leading from the porch to the beach. So I decided to walk along the beach gazing at the high-priced houses spread sparsely along the sun-drenched sand. I found the house, and started walking up the long staircase. Suddenly, the door to the porch swung open and Jake strutted out totally naked and screaming exultantly: "Fuck yeah!!!!

When he saw me, he ignored my surprised reaction and ran up to me, with his balls flipping and flopping and his glistening cock just beginning to deflate. He greeted me with a big hug. Holding me tightly and breathing heavily from exertion, he said: "Dude, it's so good you're here! I just blew a massive jizz load in Lana's face." With his cock pressed into my abs and Lana smiling at me awkwardly through the open door, I knew he wasn't kidding. Lana shrugged with mock exasperation and an expression suggesting "I told you he was in one of his episodes."

Jake was genuinely warm and loving. He seemed elated. After hesitating for a moment, I hugged him back and said: "It's good to see you, man. Everything OK? Have you noticed that you're naked?" The houses around their Airbnb were sufficiently spread out to provide a measure of privacy, but Jake clearly didn't care.

"Everything is great," he said, breaking the hug. With a fresh burst of excitement, he says: "I just gave Lana the fuck of the century! And now we should all go skinny-dipping. Come on!" He marched down to the ocean and dove into a wave. Then he turned around and screamed out to me and Lana: "What are you waiting for?"

I looked back at Lana as she wiped her face with a towel, and I waved for her to come out. She walked down to meet me and said: "I guess you might as well get naked too." As she leaned in to hug me, she said: "I guess this is the first time I hug you after getting cum-drenched. I hope you don't mind."

As I sniffed Jake's jizz on Lana, I knew I had entered another world. After a couple of years of observing this world as an outsider, I couldn't wait to feast on the smorgasbord inside. As Lana headed to the ocean to join Jake, I started to undress, already getting hard as I imagined plowing Lana's pussy. But I was even more eager for my first time plowing a pussy while stoned.

I got naked and swam up to my skinny-dipping partners in crime. As I approached them, Lana dove in and swam in my direction. Jake smiled like a horny imp in eager anticipation. Before I even computed the reason for Jake's smile, Lana swam up to me and wrapped her arms around my thighs underwater. Before I knew it, she was sucking my cock as I pressed her submerged head into my crotch, with my jaw likely dropping as I made eye contact with Jake.

This unforgettable moment sparked an ego trip so intense I had to remind myself not to hold Lana submerged for too long. In the meantime, Jake didn't seem concerned. He was overcome with lust.

As soon as we moved the party inside, Jake rolled a joint, while I reclined on the couch with Lana's face pressing into my crotch. "This is some amazing weed," Jake said as he passed the joint to me. I took my first drag with my cock buried deep inside Lana's throat. Even as I coughed, I kept pressing down on her head.

As Lana gulped and gagged on my cock, I immediately understood the appeal of weed and sex with weed. I could only describe what I felt as bliss or euphoria. Having my cock sucked had never felt this good.

Then, Jake propped up Lana' butt with a pillow, parted her buttcheeks, and started licking her pussy. I reached over with my free hand to press down on Jake's head and to spank Lana's luscious buttcheeks.

Jake loved eating pussy. He was ravenously sucking, licking and biting, making Lana yelp and moan with my cock in her mouth. Then, she lifted her head to catch her breath and said: "You see how well my boyfriend is preparing my pussy for you?

Still spiraling into my cannabis high, I grabbed Jake's hair and slowly lifted his glistening face. "You ready to watch me fuck your girlfriend?" Jake looked like an eager puppy when he said "Dude, she's dripping for you."

I immediately got Jake to switch places with me. Now he reclined on the couch with Lana's face planted in his crotch, her dripping pussy parting easily as I penetrated her with my raging hard-on.

As I thrust into Lana and spanked her butt cheeks, the room seemed to spin with a mix of cannabis-induced euphoria and the raw intensity of the moment. Jake's eyes were locked onto mine, a mixture of lust and something deeper, almost vulnerable. Lana's moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that seemed to amplify every sensation.

"Fuck, you feel so good," I whispered into Lana's ear, feeling her body respond to every movement. Jake's hand reached out, gripping my shoulder tightly, as if anchoring himself to the moment.

Suddenly, Lana pushed back against me, her body convulsing in another orgasm. The sight of her losing control sent a wave of pleasure through me, and I felt myself on the edge. As I began to gush into Lana's pussy, I reached over and wrapped my hand around Jake's cock. It was smooth and big, a museum-grade masterpiece that I gazed at, mesmerized, when I watched Jake and Lana in threesomes in the past. I could feel the weight of his balls in my hand as I started to jerk him off, matching the rhythm of my own thrusts into Lana.

Jake's grip on my shoulder tightened, and his breath hitched as I stroked him. Lana, still riding the waves of her own orgasm, opened her mouth to take Jake in, her lips wrapping around his shaft as I guided him into her mouth. The sight of her eagerly sucking him while I fucked her was almost too much to bear.

"I want more of this," I thought to myself, muttering "Carpe Diem" under my breath, feeling a surge of power and connection. This moment was more than just physical pleasure; it was a bond, a shared experience that transcended the boundaries of our usual lives.

As I finally released into Lana, I felt Jake's body tense. With a deep groan, he came, his cock pulsing in my hand as he filled Lana's mouth. The room seemed to freeze, the three of us locked in a tableau of pure ecstasy, Jake's jizz overflowing and coating my hand.

After the Deal

Then, slowly, we began to disentangle. Lana rolled onto her side, a satisfied smile on her face. Jake leaned back, his chest heaving with deep breaths. I sat up, feeling a mix of exhaustion and exhilaration.

"That was... intense," Jake said, breaking the silence. His voice was soft, almost reverent.

Lana laughed softly, "You can say that again."

I looked at both of them, feeling a sense of deep connection. "Wow," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want this to end."

Jake nodded, a genuine smile on his face. "Anytime, man. Anytime."

As we sat there, the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the room. The moment felt perfect, a culmination of our shared history and a promise of more adventures to come.