A Long Weekend in The Isle of Palms

With our plans in place, our conversation became all sorts of fun. There were jokes and memes, funny news articles, of course all sorts of flirtatious and suggestive talk, but nothing specific. I could tell that the vibe was why ruin the fun ahead of time by talking about it in such detail?

Bruce and Natalie shone a bit more light on their relationship and polyamorous lifestyle.

"We meet people. We chat. We get to know them. We vet them, I guess you could say... do a little snooping around on social media and if we wanna move forward, we do." Bruce had explained amidst one of these chats. "And if we have a good time, we keep it going."

Comfort and safety were incredibly important to them and the more they spoke of it, the more reassured I felt.

As the last week in July neared, Bruce and Nat started teasing us with some fun photos of the two of them scantily clad, sitting by the pool in what appeared to be a very palatial backyard along with captions like "Wish you were here!" and "Beautiful day today... Come join us?"

Obviously, I jerked off a lot during this time. I saw myself at that pool with them... with Monique. We were all naked. Oh... the possibilities. I watched a bunch of porn. Lots of group sex, orgies, threesomes, all things interracial. I was eager. I thought of the Seinfeld episode where he talks about being an orgy guy and how uncomfortable it made him. I remember thinking how weird it was that a guy wouldn't be chomping at the bit for a threesome. Yet here I was.

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What the heck does one pack for a naked weekend at someone's house? I thought to myself, standing over the one rollie suitcase I owned. I chuckled to myself for a moment. I was about to text Monique, when I decided this might be a good opportunity to show her that I could be an adult who didn't need to ask a zillion questions about basic stuff.

I put my suitcase back in the closet and grabbed my bookbag. A couple of t-shirts, a pair of shorts, a bathing suit, one nice outfit (just in case) and my toothbrush. I quickly flashed back to a trip I had taken with my ex-girlfriend, in which she complained that would barely bring anything on our vacations because I was so low maintenance. I was so glad to be done with her.

It was Tuesday night. The plan was to fly down to Charlotte tomorrow afternoon, spend the night at Monique's, drive down to Isle of Palms the next morning and spend Thursday through Monday with Bruce and Natalie; after which we'd head back to Charlotte and fly home Monday night.

"Can't wait to see you tomorrow, baby." I texted Monique.

"Can't wait to cum like crazy with you all weekend baby." She replied.

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Wednesday

Showered and shaved-- shortly before noon, I began making my way to Laguardia airport. There was hop in my step. It was a beautiful day. Flight appeared to be on time. Life was good. I texted Monique from the terminal, confirming my ETA and gate info. She texted me back the thumbs up and drool emojis. Clearly we were both pretty excited.

I hate flying. It's boring and uncomfortable. But on the way to see Monique and whatever else lay ahead, nothing was bothering me. My flight was on time. It was quick and pleasant and before I knew it I found myself texting "see ya in a min" to Monique as I walked the jetway at Charlotte Douglas International Airport. With no luggage checked, exiting the airport took no time.

Just as she had been the last two visits, Monique was waiting for me in an Audi Q8 SUV, in the arrivals pick up lane. Monique owned some pretty nice cars, certainly nicer than anything I've owned. All part of being the boss bitch that made her so sexy. I made my way over.

"It's funny," I said to her, getting into the car... "You don't realize what a dump Laguardia was until you see it side by side with the updated version."

"Hi to you too baby."

I leaned in and gave her such a kiss. We kissed deeply. I brought my hands to her face. Our tongues licked. We sighed, as the kiss broke. Monique, as usual, looked amazing, even in jeans and a tank top. Her cleavage was enormous. She wore a touch of makeup. She was so beautiful.

"Hi baby." I finally said back. "It's SO good to see you."

"And you too baby."

Our relationship at this point was one of fun and mutual respect and literally no drama. A greeting like the one we had just had felt just like that.

"I figure we head back to my house for a bit and out for a nice dinner?" She suggested.

"Sounds perfect."

Monique put the car in drive. I put my hand on hers as we pulled out of the airport.

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At Monique's house, we were naked within seconds. With her front door shut behind us, my hands went right for her tits and my tongue found hers. Our sloppy, outside-the-mouth tongues-licking-tongues thing was a staple in any of our hookups and Monique knew how much it drove me absolutely wild when we licked tongues like shameless pornstars. She took me by my hardening dick and walked me to her bedroom where she knew instinctively to lay back and spread her legs wide for me. Her pussy was completely shaven, save for the thinnest of landing strips, maybe four inches long.

"Hungry, muthafucka?" She asked, rubbing her clit and tasting her fingers.

"Starving." I replied, taking her aggressively by the ankles and spreading her legs as wide as they'd comfortably go.

I ate her greedily; licking, sucking, slobbering and tonguefucking.

"God, I missed your fucking pussy, baby." I stammered with a mouthful.

"Mmmmmm..." was all she had to say.

It didn't take long before I had had enough foreplay. I NEEDED to fuck. I climbed right on top and slid right in. Her pussy felt even better than I remembered and it wasn't too many thrusts before I came buckets inside her.

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We lay there together, touching and snuggling. Monique dragged her fingernails gently along my cock.

"Ready for our weekend?" She asked.

"I'm not sure. But that's the fun part. Right?" I shot back, being as honest as I could be at the moment. I was definitely still a bit apprehensive, but very comforted by the fact that I was with Monique.

"Be honest with me about something. I know you always are, but this is different." She began.

"Of course."

"How do you honestly feel about me fucking Bruce this weekend?" She asked.

This was definitely one of the most serious moments Monique and I had shared since we met.

"Honestly... on one hand, I couldn't help but feel maybe a smidgen jealous or even territorial over you, but that is obviously greatly outweighed by the fact that we aren't in a committed relationship and I don't tell you what to do."

"Good answer." She replied quickly.

"And as you know, I'm pretty fucking excited about getting NASTY with Natalie." I smiled at her.

"That's a good answer too." She replied again, giving my cheek a kiss and my cock a squeeze.

"And..." I went on. "I kinda wanna watch you guys fuck."

Before she could reply, Monique's phone buzzed on her bedside table. Mine bing'd from elsewhere in the room.

"It's our friends..." Monique said, in an abrupt change of subject.

"How we all doing? See you tomorrow?" Natalie's text to the group read.

Monique held her phone over us and switched to camera.

"Smile, baby..."

I gave Monique a kiss on the cheek just as she snapped the shot. While we could only be seen from the shoulders up, it was clear we were naked and having a good time. Monique hit send.

"Mmmmmm... Look at you two..." Natalie wrote.

"Try not to have too much fun without us." Bruce added.

"See you tomorrow." Monique typed back, on our behalf, followed by all sortsa fun emojis.

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Dressed in our same clothes from earlier, we made our way to Lebowski's on East Blvd for dinner. Great restaurant. Great movie too. The place was jumping. Dinner was delicious, as was the company. We talked and laughed, ate and drank. Ironically, Monique had never seen the film The Big Lebowski. I absolutely insisted we watch it later if we could find it on demand somewhere. This was a fun night out between friends, for sure. But there was a palpable awkwardness there too, as we went about our dinner and conversation as if we weren't about to just drive on down to a weekend of raunch and indulgence.

Back at her house, we didn't tear our clothes off the moment we got home, but rather poured some wine, got into something a little more comfy and settled into one of her big, plush sofas. We clinked glasses, snuggled up and threw on The Big Lebowski.

We both passed out somewhere in the middle, but Monique seemed to enjoy what she had seen, as she had been chuckling throughout. She roused me from my sleep as the end credits rolled.

"What happened to Lebowski's wife? Did they find her?" She asked, half asleep.

"It's complicated." I chuckled.

Monique took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom. Half asleep, we got naked and climbed into bed. Our lips and tongues met. After a moment, Monique turned over. I spooned her with a nice handful of one of her tits. My cock found its home nestled in her asscrack and that's how we fell asleep.

Thursday

We awoke together, nice and late. The clock read 10:19am and I actually felt pretty well rested.

"Morning gorgeous." I said, leaning in for a closed mouth kiss on the lips.

"Mornin, baby." She said, breaking our kiss and nestling in under my arm.

We laid there in silence for a bit, probably thinking something similar.

"Three and a half hours to the beach?" I asked, not really having anything else to say.

"Depends who's driving." She looked up at me and smiled.

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After a very leisurely breakfast, we loaded up Monique's Audi with two very small weekend bags.

"Are we forgetting anything? Are we supposed to bring anything?" I asked, shutting the trunk, noticing how lightly we were traveling.

"I'm bringing two bottles of wine, but they absolutely insisted there wasn't anything we needed to bring with us." Monique replied, shutting the side door to her house and jiggling the knob to make sure it was locked.

"Are we bringing any..." I paused. "...toys?"

Monique laughed. "We are."

I smiled.

"You wanna drive?" She asked.

"Let's fucking go."

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On an early Thursday afternoon, traffic was tolerable and the ride was super pleasant. The Q8 drove like a dream. The windows and moonroof were wide open. The music played. We sipped ice coffee. Monique scratched my arm and my neck with her nails as we made great time down I-26 eastbound towards Charleston and the beaches. I eyed the GPS throughout, watching the miles till destination dwindle to single digits.

"Almost there." Monique said in a near whisper. Even SHE seemed a bit jittery. Monique picked up her phone and shot the group chat a text with an ETA of fifteen minutes.

"Almost there." I responded reassuringly.

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Isle of Palms, South Carolina is very posh. Bruce and Natalie's neighborhood was easily one of the more beautiful neighborhoods I had ever seen. The architecture and landscaping. The Palmettos and Sabal Palms, green grass and flowers. One of the great beach communities on the east coast for sure.

We pulled into Bruce and Natalie's driveway just after 4pm. Their house, like many of the homes we had passed, seemed to belong right here. Two stories tall, it was a beautiful dark pink with white and brown shutters and trim; a southern villa of sorts (for lack of a better description). Palmetto trees and lush landscaping abounded. And though their house was not on the beach, the sound of crashing waves was well within earshot and they seemed to have a very nice sized piece of land.

As I turned off the car, I glanced at Monique as if to say. "I'm really glad we're doing this together."

She just leaned in and we kissed.

We got out of the car. I popped the trunk and grabbed what little we brought with us as Monique approached the front door. She waited for me as I caught up and rang the bell.

"Do you think they're gonna be naked when they answer the door?" I asked half jokingly.

"I guess we'll find out in a second." She replied. She wasn't joking.

The sound of footsteps could be heard approaching the door from the other side. A lock turned and the door opened.

A fully clothed Bruce and Natalie greeted us with very big smiles.

"Hell-OH!!!!" Natalie erupted, Bruce coming up behind her. "Hey guys! You made it!"

"Hey hey! We made it!" I responded, echoing their enthusiasm as I looked for a spot to drop our stuff. There were hugs and handshakes, kisses on the cheek and the smallest of small talk as we stood in a beautiful two story foyer.

Natalie and Bruce looked great, wearing something close to matching linen. Bruce in classic linen pants and a breezy button down, Natalie in a light spaghetti strap sundress of sorts. Natalie looked incredible. Her curves were visible even in such a flowy dress. Her tits all but burst from the top. I'd have my hands and mouth all over them soon enough. Her makeup was bangin', but most visible of all were the sexy blonde streaks scattered about her dark brown hair.

"Natalie!!! Your hair looks fuckin' fantastic!!" Monique bubbled. "They did a great job." As a hair person, she noticed this stuff.

"Oh, these?" Natalie responded modestly, twirling her curly black hair in her fingers. "I hoped y'all would notice." She smiled as she went on. Bruce and I looked at each other, nodding and smiling.

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The house was impressive. Their foyer led to a gorgeous southern kitchen through one door, an impressive two story great room / living room; through another. There were various sitting rooms, several bedrooms and bathrooms, all beautifully decorated. The decorative motifs were as impressive as the architecture and design of the house itself. There were beautiful paintings and expensive-looking furniture throughout.

"Any of these bedrooms are a good place for you guys to drop your stuff. Doesn't mean it's your room and you have to sleep there. Just giving you options." Bruce suggested. "But feel free to explore and enjoy the entirety of our home." He went on. "Make yourselves as comfortable as possible."

"Thank you." I replied. "This must be some of that southern hospitality I've been hearing all about." I joked. Bruce and Natalie smiled.

We dropped our stuff in one of their guest rooms. The room included a beautifully carved four-post king size bed, an ensuite bathroom and a partial view of a very palatial backyard I'd been hearing about for weeks now. Monique and I stood together looking out the window admiring it.

"Y'all wanna see the backyard?" Natalie interjected.

"Can't wait." I replied.

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The rest of the house was at least as impressive as everything we had seen so far. The backyard, however, was clearly the crown jewel of the property. A beautiful whitewashed deck with full dining capacity sat directly outside the door leading from the kitchen, complete with a full outdoor kitchenette and bar. From there, three steps downward brought us to a gorgeously sculpted rectangular inground pool, surrounded by all sorts of luxurious poolside furniture. At one end of the pool, the water was only one foot deep and ideal for sitting. Attached to the deep end, set above the far side of the pool, was a hot tub. Bruce ran to a built in fridge, grabbing a handful of beers and various hard seltzers. After a quick cheers, the tour continued.

The rest of their backyard was lush green grass, beautifully manicured palmettos and shrubbery, indigenous to climates like these. A very comfy looking hammock hung between two sabal palms. There were outdoor sitting areas with plush, outdoor couches with seating for several and a fire pit.

"There's an outdoor shower over there..." Natalie pointed to a corner of the house. "If you need to rinse off and don't wanna run inside... and if you'll follow me over here..." She took my hand as the four of us walked across the grass to a far corner of the property. A narrow stone walkway led the way to a small canvas pergola, which had an actual outdoor bed, sheltered snuggly beneath; beautifully made in white, terry cloth linen. Elegant string lights hung from the opposite corners of the pergola. This spot struck me as likely Bruce and Natalie's favorite spot on the tour. I couldn't blame 'em. Sex or not, having such an idyllic outdoor space on your property was a tell tale sign of the good life.

"Well. This. I. Like." Monique said with some oomph.

"Same." I jumped in immediately.

We all laughed.

"Like I said, we hope you make yourselves at home here." Bruce grinned first at Monique and then me.

I couldn't help but grin back.

Tying the whole backyard together was a tall, white picket fence, encased almost entirely in a well-manicured hedgerow. It surrounded their entire backyard and most of their property to the tune of something like seven or eight feet high. It definitely felt like we were in our own world here.

"So... shall we talk?" Bruce's voice had a hint of seriousness that hadn't been there before. Natalie took his hand. "Let's head back to the pool."

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"Before we get this weekend started..." Bruce began. "It's probably worth being on the same page. I have a feeling we all are."

We smiled.

"Natalie and I are super excited that you are both here. We've been looking forward to having you guys over for some time. So thank you for coming."

"Thank you guys for having us." I took Monique's hand in mine, reassuringly.

"We're clothing optional here. But to be honest, you likely won't see us in clothes all weekend. You are welcome and very much encouraged to do the same, if that wasn't clear."

Natalie grinned as Bruce went on. "Generally speaking, all playtime is welcome, but if you prefer not to be touched or involved in anything, a good way to indicate that would be to put on one of the bathrobes hanging in the closet in your bathroom. In our experience, the robes don't get much use, but they're there if you want. You can also just head off to any part of the house any time you want."

"Makes sense." I said.

"Our only intent is for everyone to have the most fun possible, individually, with the group... whatever that is for you..." Bruce paused. "...and on that note... I know you aren't so much into playtime with boys. Let me assure you that you needn't be apprehensive or uncomfortable."

"Not concerned." I responded. Monique smiled.

"Need or want literally anything? Just ask." Natalie added, signaling the end of the conversation.

"Why don't you guys head up to your room?" Bruce suggested. "You've been traveling. Maybe you want to shower up and relax for a minute."

"A shower does sound good." I looked at Monique.

"Tell you what." He said. "It's just after five. Why don't y'all meet us right here in thirty minutes for drinks and a toast to start the weekend."

"Perfect." Monique replied. I nodded.

"See you in a few..." Natalie and Bruce smiled as Monique and I made our way back up to our room.

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Back in our room, Monique and I took off our clothes. I ran the shower and got in. Monique joined a moment later. For a while, we didn't say anything. We cleaned ourselves and each other. We kissed. Every time I was about to say something, I thought better and decided to enjoy the anticipation.

Out of the shower, I realized all there was to do was dry off and slap on a minimal amount of deodorant. I gave myself a good look in the mirror as Monique finished her shower and began toweling off. I had manscaped down to a very thin stubble. My summer tan had come in. My cock was beginning to throb. My balls hung. I walked over to the window overlooking the backyard. Bruce and Natalie may have been out there, but at least not anywhere I could see from the window.