Eve entered the suite with a quick stride, breathless and exhilarated, invigorated by the bright cold, seeing all her family again, and the ongoing possibility of spotting an actual celebrity. She was buzzing right now, having spent the past two hours touring the massive place with her parents, Josh, Brie, and Brie’s parents. Eve’s eyes barely absorbed the details around her—the dark lamp, the recessed lighting dimmed, Milo’s back emerging from the jacuzzi.

Eve froze. From the corner of her eye, she had thought that Milo was leaving the Jacuzzi, but now she realized that he was standing on the stairs, and he wasn’t alone. He was bent over Cliff, penetrating him very deeply.

Milo’s hips rolled up against Cliff, who had his hands spread on the tiles. She couldn’t see much of him—a piece of shoulder, bit of arm—but it was definitely him. Eve slid out of her snow boots and shrugged off her jacket. The men hadn’t heard her come in. They were lost in their own world.

She climbed the shallow stairs which led to the second level of the suite, and over to Milo and Cliff, who were still completely unaware of her presence. She unwound her scarf slowly from around her neck, not wanting to draw attention to herself. Milo was still busy thrusting into Cliff, his open mouth tracing Cliff’s neck. Their bodies moved together in the steam like two immortal gods.

Eve didn’t need to think hard about what she was going to do. Her icy fingers moved to the buttons on her sweater and she asked, “Room for one more, boys?”

Milo half-grinned, and he didn’t move to pull away from Cliff but Cliff was spooked and he did slide away.

“Eve,” Cliff announced, looking dazed.

“It’s okay.” Eve tugged her gray sweater overhead and let it fall onto the floor behind her while she shook out her wind-whipped hair. “You don’t have to say anything.” Her alabaster breasts were cupped in a lacy white push-up bra, and the soft bow of her stomach was now exposed.

Milo understood innately what was happening right now, and he maneuvered to the ledge of the hot tub, grinning up at her wolfishly. “Water’s fine, come on in.”

Eve’s teeth nipped at her pink lower lip and she slid her glasses down her nose, and deposited them on a small table to her side. Her fingers went to her skirt. She shuffled an uncertain step forward, then another, then one more. She knew what she wanted, but she also wanted one of the men to take the lead. She unfastened the button and wiggled from her burgundy denim skirt, leaving herself standing in nothing but hosiery and a bra, just a foot or two from the Jacuzzi’s edge, peering down at her lover and her other lover.

Cliff gazed back at her with dazed eyes, and he lingered behind Milo. He must have seen the path laid out before him by now—he just didn’t know which way to go.

Milo, on the other hand, needed no convincing. He gripped the rim of the Jacuzzi and hauled himself up onto the surrounding tile, spilling some water from its basin. He snatched at Eve’s hips and yanked her—one startled yelp came singing from her throat—into the water, still wearing her hose and her bra. She kicked her feet and went soaring in his arms, like a ballerina, down into the water. In one heartbeat, reality became supplanted by fantasy as Milo jammed his hands down into her hose and lowered himself to his knees.

“Can I get some help over here, Cliff?” he called over his shoulder. Eve was afraid that Cliff would get nervous, panic, and bail, just like the last time.

“I—I don’t know,” Cliff replied. Eve’s excitement faltered.

“Help me, Cliff,” she pled breathlessly, unhooking her own bra and letting her breasts pop free for him to see. “I can’t come without you.”

Cliff swallowed. She saw his Adam’s apple bob, and a thrill ran through her body. He wanted her as badly as she wanted him, still. He stepped forward and then disappeared behind her. She craned her neck to look up at him and he smiled down at her, scooping his dripping hands around her breasts and squeezing her nipples until they hardened up like pea gravel. She exhaled shakily and looped her arms around the back of Cliff’s neck. She didn’t care anymore. She trusted him. She trusted them.

Milo cracked her thighs apart and a hot rush of water stimulated her pussy lips, invigorating the smooth skin of her slit. Her eyes rolled behind her eyelids and her knees loosened, letting Milo take her, letting him cup her like dandelion fuzz in the palm of his hand, and all he needed to do was blow.

Then she felt his tongue. It crept over her labia, skirting the nub of her clitoris, finding her right in the center. He was doing it. He was making love to her underwater with his mouth while Cliff lovingly milked her breasts. This was it. This was heaven.

Milo rose up from the water, steaming and dripping, from between Eve’s creamy thighs. As she was cradled in Cliff’s arms, Milo’s glans prodded at her entrance, coaxing her lips apart for him, and as soon as her natural lubrication flowed over him, he filled her with unapologetic swiftness. Her mind boggled at the way she stretched for him, and she pressed her hips forward, while begging for more. She had heard that sex in the water would flush out her wetness, but right now, her body was going so haywire that it was giving Milo’s cock a special juicy bath.

With every stroke into her body, his hips connected with hers, driving home this sensation, their connection, and she whinnied and whimpered for him, pressing her arms and back harder against Cliff for support. His lips were on her ear, his voice telling her just how sexy she was and how much he needed her.

In the sensory overload, the suspension in a spiritual realm of disembodied pleasure, she at first didn’t notice Cliff’s index finger curling over her anus, massaging her hole to open wider. It was just another of the million sensations migrating over her flesh. Then his finger slipped inside and pumped at her.

* * *

Cliff’s mind was reeling. Only a moment ago, Milo had been pumping into him, bringing him to the precipice, but Eve’s arrival pulled him back down. Now he was soaring up again, faster and faster, as if caught in a blast of fiery air. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t stop, and he didn’t want to. His finger was inside Eve right now. Her breasts bounced, flicking droplets of water everywhere, and she was crying out to the universe. Milo sawed away on the other side of her, and Cliff felt him. God so help him, Cliff thickened just by feeling Milo’s stiffness inside Eve, feeling the pressure go in and out of her body.

Cliff’s eyes trailed over Eve’s body, It shuddered but she didn’t say stop, instead meeting each of Milo’s thrusts with determination. His eyes then rose and he caught Milo, staring at him from over Eve’s body. From the look and the sound and the way her muscles coiled and trembled every few seconds, she was now coming constantly, like waves on a seashore.

Milo’s eyes smiled. He said simply, “I want to feel you inside her.”

Eve moaned loudly at this suggestion. Her eyes still didn’t open.

Cliff swallowed and nodded. He thought he might pass out if he came right now, but he didn’t care. What a way to go. Cliff gripped the base of his own shaft with one hand and traced over Eve’s readied hole. She was relaxed, and the near constant orgasms had loosened her even further, so Cliff’s head slid through her. It was perfect. She was tight, but not impenetrable, and squeezed around him lovingly as he pushed, one inch at a time, deeper and deeper into her body. Finally, the firm plane of his lower abdomen was pressed to her fleshy buttocks. His eyes rolled back into his head and he swallowed again, steadying his composure with maximum effort. He had already been on the brink when Eve entered the room. Now he was back there again, his dick throbbing inside her.

Cliff shuddered as Milo re-entered Eve after him, and he could feel how they both filled her, could feel Milo on the other side. Eve was pressed to her own limits. They went in and out of her, one thrust after the other, pumping her back and forth so that she was never empty—and sometimes, for brief moments, she was completely full. Her mouth and eyes were now open wide.

Milo planted his hands over Cliff’s, bracing Eve’s hips together now. He looked into Cliff’s eyes. “I’m going to come,” he announced, and Cliff could almost feel how he was ballooning inside Eve, how he had grown. His hips jerked, losing some of their steadiness, as Milo attempted to rein in the surge threatening to escape him, but it was no use. His dick had taken over his entire body as he bucked into her.

Eve’s wet hand crept up into Cliff’s hair, and she curled her fingers and give it a little tug. That startled him.

“You, too,” she breathed up at him, seeming almost sleepy now. She looked almost mystical, submerged in this water, naked, her lips so full, eyes so intense. This moment was changing her. “I want you to come, too.”

Cliff filled her again, using the same measured, slower strokes which differentiated his style from Milo’s. He knew that she wanted to feel him let loose inside her, without restraint and without a condom. His heart ached for the same exact thing, and he gave himself over to the tingling, the pressure, the throbbing which radiated from his core, down his arms and legs, infusing his body with the beat of his heart. His manhood felt invincible. How could she take all this, and Milo, too? He felt the other man pumping into her as he pumped out, and he could almost feel the girth of Milo’s head as it let go of its load. This drove Cliff over the edge.

A hot shower of relief spread beneath his skin as he lost himself, diffusing through his arms and legs, radiating up into his face. His cock twitched again and again, lashing deep into Eve, and when he was done, he closed his eyes.

But there was something else in this silent moment, this moment that was just breathing and trying to steady himself after the whirlwind threesome. There was peace. After all his months of wrestling with these feelings—his desire for Eve, his desire for Milo—now, in the quiet afterglow, with Milo’s hands on his, and his softening prick still inside Eve, a deep tranquility settled through his every fiber. It was a miracle. The chains which bound him had never been there at all. They were always in his head.