When Gemma booked this vacation, everything seemed so normal—just the two of us, my best friend Steve, and his wife, Charlotte. We all got along great, so what could possibly go wrong? But nothing could have prepared me for the moment I looked over and saw my best friend’s face buried between my wife’s legs. I know what you’re thinking—I should have been angry. I should have stopped them. And I probably would have... if I hadn’t just cum in Charlotte’s mouth. But I know what you’re thinking. This was all planned, some elaborate scheme one of us had set up. The truth, though, is much simpler—a little too much to drink, a little too much sun, and a handjob. This is how we shared for the first time.