Cancun Swap

Carrie straddled me, her slick body sliding against mine. "I've been thinking about this since we met," she confessed, guiding me inside her.

I was balls deep in Roxanne when our hotel door swung open. Carrie's voice cut through the humid air.

"Honey, I forgot my—oh shit!"

The door slammed shut, followed by muffled apologies from the hall.

"Fuck," Roxanne giggled, her body still pinned beneath mine on the bed. "I thought you locked it."

"I thought you did," I countered, my hard-on rapidly deflating. "Should we—"

"We should invite them in," she said, a wicked glint in her eye.

I blinked. "What?"

"Come on, Kyle. We've talked about this. Carrie and Dale are hot, and they've been flirting with us all week."